Toni had come to city full of hope and expectation for a big future and a lot of money. Little did she know what she would have to go through to make her dreams come to pass.
She had met a man on the train and now she sat on his bed, waiting for what she was sure would be the worst experience of her life.
He came out of the shower, pink and virile from the hot water. His body was hard and muscular and she knew what he had on his mind.
The drink he had given her was taking effect and she felt a light feeling in her body.
"Come here, Toni," he murmured to her.
She was pulled to him and his hands roamed up her thigh and caressed her cunt through the fabric of her panties.
"No. Please don't. I can't."
"Why?" he asked hoarsely.
"I-I'm a virgin."
A smile crossed his lips. A leering smile of a satyr and then she knew she was done for.
He pounced on her, ripping her clothes off and tearing her panties to shreds.
His rough hands were on her cunt and she felt the first penetration of her virginal cunt.
"Yes, yes," she moaned, giving in to the pleasure that followed.
Note: There are two Chapters Seven in following text, which duplicates the chapter numbering in the original pocketbook.
CHAPTER ONE
My name is Toni Wilson. I'm twenty-one, five-feet-two inches tall, one-hundred fifteen pounds, and if I do say so myself, I'm pretty well built. I never have had any problems finding men to ram their big fat cocks up my pussy, or work over my huge throbbing size thirty-eight tits.
I come from a little town in the Mid-West, where everybody knew my business. It was getting so that I couldn't even have a good fuck in the town, without everybody knowing who I was sleeping with, and in some cases, what kind of love-making we were involved in.
I decided that the time had come for me to leave Crestview, and head for New York City. I had had it with small town morals, small town attitudes, and most of all small time men.
I wanted to branch out. I wanted to taste more cock, and get fucked by more handsome men than my little home town had to offer. As it was, I had screwed just about every available stud in town. As a matter-of-fact, I had even begun fucking around with the married men.
I suppose that the incident that really made me decide to leave Crestview, was getting caught with one married man, who for his sake and protection, I will merely call Bob here in my book.
Bob was a handsome man, about thirty-five. He was married to the dumbest blonde cunt in town, the librarian no less.
Bob was a salesman, and therefore was on the road a lot. I had seen him around the little town, because like I said, everyone knew everyone.
He had given me several admiring glances from time to time, and I remember that every time he looked at me with his piercing blue eyes, I could feel a twinge of excitement in my pussy, a twinge that made me long for his hot cock ramming in and out of my cunt.
I think that I knew from the first time I saw him that I had to get him in bed. I had to taste his hot love pole in my mouth, feel the rippling muscles that I knew were hiding underneath his conservative suit.
It happened one night in August. Actually, it was quite a coincidence the way it all came about.
I was driving my little Triumph, a graduation present from my father and mother, along the windy road that led from our town to the nearest city, if you could call it that, which was called Pleasantville.
All of a sudden, I got a flat tire. Actually, I guess I'm lucky that the fucking car didn't go flying off the road and into a fucking tree, killing me, and ending all future chances for fucking, something which I had grown to exist for in my every day life. Fucking was the only thing that was keeping me sane in the little town.
I worked at a department store in Pleasantville, and was bored out of my fucking mind. I had screwed about every single customer that came into the place, and was running out of men to be with-something which was getting me more and more depressed every day.
So anyway, about midnight on this warm August evening, I got a fucking flat. I was cursing my brains out as I managed to get my car under control, and pull over to the side of the road, right near a large field.
My emotions were more with anger than with fear. I guess it didn't dawn on me at the time that I could have been killed. All I kept thinking of was that I was going to be stranded out there all night. There was literally no traffic on Route 13 at that hour of the night. Sure, there was always the possibility of some late night traveller heading to or from Pleasantville, but the odds were one in a million.
I had driven this road many times late at night, because there was one (and only one) bar in Pleasantville that was open until two in the morning. I usually went there for a drink when I was restless, and there was always that possibility of meeting someone to screw.
I got out of my car, after screeching to a halt, and kicked my door closed. I was pissed all right. There were no buses, not even any cars that I could hitch a ride from. The particular stretch of road that I had stopped at, unfortunately for me, was even without houses. I knew that the nearest farm house was five miles further down the road into Pleasantville, and that was a hike that I refused to make.
So, I resigned myself to the fact that I was going to have to just sit in my car. The problem was, I didn't have a spare. I had taken it out to make room for some things I had bought at the hardware store for my father only the day before, and like a fool hadn't thought to throw it back into the trunk before leaving the house that night.
I was especially horny that night, as my memory recollects the incident, I think it had been over a week since I had fucked, a record time for me, and a time that made me homier than hell. If I didn't get cock at least twice a week I went stark-raving mad.
I turned on the radio, and leaned back in my bucket seat. I must have been beet red with anger. I could feel the annoyance surging up through my shot nervous system. Every time I tried to get it out of my mind, trying my damndest to resign myself to the fact that' I was there for the night, and I may just as well make the best out of it, I got all the more up-tight. I was livid with anger, and could have killed I was so upset.
I sat there about a half-hour, my anger swelling within me with each passing second, when I suddenly heard a car. I couldn't believe it. A fucking car was actually coming down the deserted road. It was a novelty, for damn sure.
I knew that I had to stop the vehicle, no matter what the cost. I jumped out of my Triumph and got into the middle of the road, as the lights from the oncoming vehicle turned the fog-laden comer.
It was a misty night, as most nights usually were in my swampy home-land, and I didn't want to get run over by the speeding vehicle. I began waving my arms frantically, jumping up and down, making as much motion as I could, so that the person approaching would see me clearly in plenty of time to stop and rescue me, giving me a ride home, if I could talk them into it.
I didn't recognize Bob's car, until he pulled up to a stop right beside me. My heart started pounding, when I saw that the mysterious vehicle coming out of the night, a super coincidence in itself, was carrying the very man that my cunt had ached for over a month.
Bob had stopped into the department store in Plesantville many times, and had always had the warmest friendliest smile for me. I knew where he lived, after a little bit of asking around, and also learned that he was married to Cynthia, that blonde cunt who always gave me the evil eye whenever I went into the Plesantville library to take a book out.
I had fucked many a married man before Bob, but he was different. I was afraid to rush right into a passionate play for him, wanting to make the affair special. I knew that I was going to have to be patient until the time was right, before making my move, or letting him think that he was making it.
When I saw the blue Chevy, I knew that the time had come.
"Hi there," he said, flashing me his friendliest smile, "what's the problem?"
He was dressed in a tight-fitting Edwardian suit, that showed off his shapely manly body to the fullest possible advantage. Once again, that old familiar twinge in my sex-hungry pussy was there, tingling, driving me on to further heights of curiosity about making love with the desperately handsome married man.
"Oh, I got a flat, Bob," I said, smiling at him warmly, and not being able to stop my eyes from deliberately roaming up and down his rugged body. He caught my look, and even in the dark mist of the deserted highway, I could see that he was blushing. I took this as a sign that he liked me, and that my slight, rather obvious advance to him was noticed, and had registered positively.
"Don't you have a spare?" he queried.
"No, I took it out of the trunk yesterday when I moved some things, and forgot to put it back. Pretty dumb, huh?"
"Oh, it's just a simple mistake. Gee, it sure is lucky I came along," he said, walking over to me, staring right into my horny eyes with those piercing blue daggers of his.
It was funny, because whenever I was involved with a man, married or single, for one hour or one night, I was always the one on top of the situation. I was always the one that had things under control, and it was the other party, the man, who was on guard. It was the man who was nervous, unsure of where he was or what he was doing. I liked to keep things that way. I liked to always feel I had both of my little feet firmly on the ground.
That was why this meeting with Bob, and my other brief meetings with him were so out of the ordinary. Whenever this sexy-looking stud was near me, my feet were miles off the ground. My head was in the clouds, and my heart was beating so fast I thought it would burst through my huge tits.
Once again, as the many times before, I had this feeling. This feeling of uncertainty, of unknowing nervousness. He was effecting me in a way that was unlike the effects caused by any other man in my life. I knew that the makings for a really torrid affair were at hand, and because of our present situation, out here all alone on this beautiful summer night, I was going to go with those feelings, taking full advantage of them.
"Well, I can give you a lift home, if you want me to," he said, not really putting that much effort into his statement. I had a feeling that he wanted to say let's fuck around, but somehow couldn't manage the nerve to do it, for whatever reason there was.
I decided that I had to be the one, as in the past, to make the first move. I wasn't worried about my reputation, or even about the fact that he was a married man. Everyone around knew that I loved fucking, and would fuck any moderately good-looking man that showed an interest in me.
Bob, was a beautiful man, in every sense of the word. I wanted him passionately, and decided without question that I would come on to him, or at least make my position positively clear, so that he could go on from there.
"Why don't we take a walk across the meadow, it's a beautiful night," I said, once again letting my eyes rove up and down his masculine frame.
"That's a great idea," he said, obviously just waiting for me to get the ball rolling, but now that it was, eager to move right along, not wanting to waste any time.
I waited, as Bob pulled his big car up along side of mine, and shut off the engine and lights. We didn't even bother to lock the cars, because the chance of another vehicle approaching us were one in a million. It was already quite late, and everybody was surely in bed.
"What are you doing out here?" he asked me, as we headed down over the grassy embankment, and started walking out onto the clear meadow. It was Farmer Johnson's property, but his farm house was acres away from the highway. This was just a large grazing pasture for his cows and sheep. It was smooth, flat, and wide open. The mist was rolling around, and it made for an extremely romantic and enticing scene.
"I was heading to Casey's Bar in Plesantville for a night cap, since it's the only place within thirty miles that's open after ten at night," I said, moving my hot little body closer to his as we walked along the moon-lit meadow.
"Yeah, this is a pretty dead area of the country, isn't it," he said, letting his own hot frame brush up against my shoulder. From that first touch of his body next to mine, I was convinced that we were going to fuck, and that when we did, it was going to be one of the, if not the best fuck of my life.
As it turned out, that's just what it was, until we were interrupted, but that's getting ahead of my story.
"What brings you out here?" I asked, curious as to why the handsome man would be driving so late all by himself on this lonely stretch of road.
"I was heading to Pleasantville to catch the one a.m. train. I have to be at a convention in Rockport at nine in the morning."
All of a sudden, as he finished his sentence, and as we continued walking along slowly, deeper and deeper into the romantic setting of the mist-laden meadow, he slipped his right arm around my shoulder.
I could feel his huge bicep as it crushed me into his embrace. I just kept on walking straight ahead, but snuggled my warm little body up next to his massive chest, enjoying the heat his torrid body was generating.
My pussy was beginning to get wet, I could feel it in my tight-fitting slacks. I wasn't wearing any underwear, as usual, and thought that my excitement was probably staining the front of my jeans. I was glad that it was dark, cause that would have surely been embarrassing, even for me.
We walked along for about fifteen minutes, talking about this and that, mundane things about the town and it's people, all the while knowing that we were only making idle chatter, and that fucking and sucking was what was really on our minds.
Suddenly, and without warning, Bob stopped dead in his tracks, turned around, and pulled me savagely into his body, crushing me in his warm embrace.
I melted into his strong clutches, my pussy dripping, and my heart pounding savagely as thoughts of passionate love-making adventures raced through my young horny mind.
I threw my arms around his neck, and he threw his around my waist, practically lifting me up off the ground. He was so strong and handsome I couldn't stand it. There was a lot of mist and fog rolling across the meadow, but the moon was full and bright and was burning it's way through, causing a sensuous light on his face, making him all the more attractive to my horny lust-ridden eyes.
He bent over, and placed his large hot saliva-coated lips against mine. I opened my mouth, and let him shoot his long wet tongue deep into my oral cavity. I chewed on it, and sent mine back into his. The saliva began to flow between us like a river of emotion.
The longer we kissed, the hotter I got. I had never been kissed the way he was kissing me. There was deep emotion being expressed with his lips and his tongue, and I gave into his advances completely, thoroughly, and more than willingly.
He ground his crotch forward, and for the first time I felt the knob of his manhood pressing up against my cunt. What seemed like the largest prick I had ever felt was fully erect, and pushing out of his pants.
I quivered as the excitement of the situation kept building the torrid suspense in my sensual body and nervous system. I wanted to rip his clothes off and pull his huge throbbing cock into my mouth, sucking it dry. However, I knew that we had all night if we wanted, so I relaxed, as best as I could. Bob had told me during our walk, that he could catch the eight o'clock train in the morning, and still make it to the convention on time, so that we could be together for as long as we wanted.
I ground my pussy forward, and started making small circular motions against his crotch. He started moaning and groaning as the feel of my own pussy rubbed sensuously up' against his burning crotch.
I started wondering what his love life was like with his wife. She was certainly a dog to look at, and most assuredly not the type of woman one would expect to have landed such a handsome catch as Bob. I guessed that he probably didn't get much head at all, and only a fuck every now and then. He was homier than a hoot owl, and that was sure okay by me.
I intended to be the object of his affection all night long. I was planning on making him come as many times as I possibly could, and in every way that I knew how. I was only twenty-one, but I had had quite a bit of fucking experience, and was determined to put it all to good use with this handsome, sexy, and more than willing super stud, Bob!
We soon couldn't stand up. Our passion was getting too heated. Our kisses kept on rising our temperatures to higher and higher levels of erotic passion. We were obsessed with feeling one another naked, of enjoying one another fully and completely.
Bob took the hint, and with his powerful muscular arms, lowered my pulsating body to the ground. He took off his jacket and made a little blanket for us, not that it really mattered. I think I would have fucked him in a mud pond, I was so hot to trot with the super-stud.
I was flat on my back, at least for the moment, and Bob let his powerful big body crush me into the soft grass. The feeling of his weight on top of me sent me into fits of rapture.
I threw my arms around his strong neck and pulled his mouth onto mine, being a little bit aggressive, but not being able to wait another second to feel his hot lips kissing mine.
Our mouths met in a frenzy of passionate and sex-hungry kisses. He really knew how to kiss French-style, my favorite, and a style that not many men were adept at, at least not in those neck of the woods.
He kissed me for a long time on the mouth and then started lowering his kissing orifice to my neck. I arched my head back high, so that he could get at my tender and vulnerable area easily and without any extra added effort. I wanted to be a good fuck for Bob, and I was putting all my efforts into that one goal, using every trick I knew to lure him higher and higher on the passion scale.
It seemed to be working!
The sounds that were emanating from Bob's handsome mouth indicated the level, of his passion, and it was incredibly high. He started dry humping me as he continued kissing my neck, sending his over-stuffed crotch into my wet denim-encased pussy.
I gyrated about on the grass underneath him, sending my hips upward, pressing my groin against his throbbing crotch. I couldn't believe how big his prick felt, even before I got a good look at it. I had this feeling I was in for a far more passionate and savage fucking than I had first thought I would get. That fucker seemed gigantic between his legs, and I was eager to feel it in my mouth and also, and even more important, slamming in and out of my crotch.
It soon became obvious that we had to get undressed. Our blood pressure was too high to remain full-clothed any longer. Bob started tearing at my tight blouse, unbuttoning the buttons one by one, revealing my huge breasts.
I never wore a bra, hadn't in years. When he saw my tits fully exposed, bare to the evening's moonlight, he went wild. He shot his mouth down over my right breast, and began sucking away on it. I loved the sensations coursing through my nervous system as his tongue toyed with my nipples.
I could tell that Bob was a tit man right from the start. I had a lot of tricks to compare his love-making techniques with, and he was definitely into sucking women's boobs.
Over and over he pulled my big thirty-eight into his mouth, sucking away on it furiously, seeming to love every inch of the huge firm round orb of womanly flesh.
I lifted up so that he could take my blouse completely off, and that was just what he did. I was naked from the waist up, and Bob was taking full advantage of the situation.
He shot his mouth back and forth, from one tit to the other, kissing each one of them individually. At one point he even grabbed my two tits with his' hands and pushed them together, trying desperately to jam each mound into his mouth at the same time.
Of course, this was virtually impossible. My tits were too fucking large for any one man, no matter how adept he was at the art of making love, to pull them both into his mouth at the same time.
I'll say this for Bob, he gave it one hell of a try!
I couldn't wait any longer to feel his naked flesh crushing into mine. I wanted to be free of all my clothing, and I wanted him to be the same. I could feel his bulging muscles encased in his tight-fitting dress shirt, and wanted to feel the real thing!
"Let's get undressed, Bob," I managed to somehow pant out of my mouth.
"Good idea," he said.
He jumped off of me like he was shot from a cannon. He started ripping the buttons open on his shirt, as I pulled down the back zipper of my form-fitting jeans, and slid them off my curvaceous hips, down over my shapely ankles, and finally over my tiny feet.
I was wearing knee-length leather boots, and quickly pulled them off. Bob kept his eyes fixed on my shapely body every second, panting like a mad man, as he himself stripped to his birthday suit.
For a long time, the two of us just stood there under the moonlight, looking at one another, gazing at the flesh we each longed to ravage. As Bob's eyes cruised up and down my womanly young body, taking in every square inch of my horny frame, I did the same with him.
His shoulders were enormous. The sign of a true stud. His muscles in his arms were rippling, and he looked like he must work out at gym somewhere, or perhaps he lifted weights at home. There was always the possibility that due to a lot of physical strenuous work, at one time or another in his life, he had one of those "natural" bodies. Whatever the case was, he looked more beautiful than any man I had ever laid eyes on in my entire fucking life.
His chest was protruding out in front of him, muscular, flexing as he took short hot breaths of the excited air surrounding us. His nipples were stiff, like mine, and were protruding out in front of him. I longed to bite into the sexy little pieces of manly flesh, but I waited. It wasn't easy, but I waited! I wanted to savor him with my eyes, before devouring him with my body!
I let my horny pupils wander down over his chest muscles, and let them gaze at his rippling abdominal muscles. He had that wash-board look to his tummy, obviously from a lot of sit-ups. His stomach rippled under the moonlight, a true sign of strength and virility.
My mouth watered as I stared at him.
Bob seemed to be becoming somewhat of an exhibitionist. My gazes were growing more and more lustful, and he knew that the sight of his own naked body was turning me on incredibly. He stood there like some Greek God, showing off his torso with pride and dignity.
My eyes slowly lowered, to a sight that made me verbally gasp. His beautiful fucking cock was standing out in front of him, more like a flagpole than a prick. It truly was the largest dong I had ever had the pleasure to lay my horny eyeballs on. It was fucking gigantic! At first glance I guessed it to be about eight inches long, but after sucking it, and having it ram in and out of my dripping wet pussy, I learned that it was easily ten inches.
Ten fucking inches of strength and sexual prowess. Not only was it abnormally long, but it was abnormally wide as well. It looked more like a man's arm than a man's cock.
My mouth watered freely as I stared at the monster, desiring it, longing for it, until I could take it no longer.
I took one quick glance all the way down to his feet, savoring his muscular thighs and calves, and then dropped to my knees in front of him. I had to taste that cock, right then, right that second, and waiting another instant would have been totally unbearable.
I reached my hands behind his body, and grabbed hold of his firm round ass cheeks. They were hard as a rock, and I dug my long fingernails deep into them.
He began moaning as I shot my tongue down to his huge sagging balls, getting involved in a little foreplay with the beautiful man before actually sucking his gigantic massive mauler.
I took first one, and then both balls into my mouth, and began sucking them more feverishly than I had ever sucked balls before-and that had been quite a few times, believe you me!
My tongue swirled around the huge love sacs, spewing my saliva out and covering them passionately, being led on blindly by my highly sensitive blind lust. This man was pulling out my most savage sexual desires, and I was letting them all flow into my sucking techniques.
Bob moaned and groaned as I kept up the pressure on his two huge balls. Every time I sucked his balls, swirling them about in my mouth, I dug my fingernails deeper into his rugged buttocks, causing him to start rocking back and forth.
His ten-inch plunger was slapping me in the face, and this excited me all the more. I knew that he was eager for me to pull his huge cock shaft into my mouth and suck it dry of its pent-up love juices, but I was deliberately making him wait. I wanted him to be so fucking horny before sucking him that my mouth would freak him out it would feel so fucking good.
After another few minutes of sucking his big balls, and kneading his ass muscles feverishly with my fingers, it was time. I could wait no longer to take his cock into my mouth.
I grabbed a hold of the base of my shaft, with both hands (I needed both hands to hold the monstrous organ, and prepared to descend upon it with my quivering mouth.
The time of truth was at hand!!!
CHAPTER TWO
Once I got going, I was a savage. My lips began to suck his gigantic cock head with all the passionate fury that I could muster. Round and round my mouth went on the tip of his throbbing member.
His cock tasted and smelled sweet to my horny senses. I hadn't had sex in over a week, and that alone was driving me on passionately. Coupled with the fact that the stud whose attention I was craving, was particularly sensational, added to my own lust and desires.
I was a fucking animal!
I pulled his cock into my mouth, an inch at a time. As the cock sunk deeper and deeper into my hot saliva-filled mouth cavity, I kept on sucking more and more furiously.
It was like I wasn't able to suck him madly enough. The more of his fat long prick I took inside my oral cavity, the harder I sucked, the more effort I put into my co me-releasing attack on his throbbing member.
Bob was throwing his head back up in the air and getting off on what I was doing for him. He started slowly jamming his cock in and out of my mouth, not forcing it on me, but just going along with the steady rhythm that I had already started with my mouth.
The two of us worked as a team. He shoved his cock more and more forcefully forward, and I sucked him with more and more determined fervor with each new stroke of my mouth.
He was hung like a fucking bull. I had had a lot of experience sucking cock. I had sucked just about every single cock in the fucking county, but never, anywhere, or any man, had I ever had the erotic pleasure to suck a cock so majestic, so fucking gigantic and sweet, as the plunger barrelling in and out of my mouth at the present time.
Down and down it went into my throat. My fingers were digging into his tight firm buns now savagely, and I wondered if I was hurting him. If I was, he wasn't going to stop me, and apparently it was a hurt that he was enjoying more than not enjoying, for damn sure.
I started to gag after the first eight inches of his prick got inside me. It wasn't as much the length that was freaking me out, as the thickness. I had never had a cock so thick in my mouth.
However, I was determined to get the whole fucking monster inside of me. I was determined to suck him with a passion he had never known existed from any woman, and was also determined to give him the greatest orgasm of his life.
These thoughts were like obsessions with me, as I continued to take his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth. He was being careful to keep his shoving motion easy, knowing that he could choke me to death, his cock was so fucking gigantic.
Finally, I felt that familiar feeling. His balls began slapping up against my chin. I knew that I had all ten-inches of his manhood imbedded deep inside my throat canal.
It was almost as if I had conquered the climbing of a huge mountain. I felt that I should get some kind of a prize for being able to engulf such a huge mighty shaft, but that I would get my prize soon enough, and the prize would be the releasing of his supply of gism, and my own bursting forth of multiple orgasms, uniting together in one blissful and rewarding eruption!
Once Bob realized that amazingly enough, I was going to be able to suck all ten inches of his mighty love pole, he started ramming the monster in and out of my mouth savagely.
Oh, he was a little easy at first, letting his veiny cock slide along the sides of my hot saliva-filled mouth, but then his tempo increased, and increased, and increased some more, until he was fucking me as furiously as he would fuck a cunt.
I could tell from the sexy way he shoved his prick in and out of me, that when he did get around to fucking my pussy, it was going to be one hell of a savage attack. I knew that that time was right around the corner, and I could hardly wait.
I began to feel the already huge cock stiffen in my mouth, as Bob's excitement drew to a fever pitch. I knew that if I sucked him much longer, I would surely have to take his come into my mouth.
Now mind you, that idea was anything but distasteful to my erotic senses. I got off on sucking cock, always had, and knew that I always would. But, in this particular instance, perhaps because I was just a little selfish and wanted his full wrath of exploding gism flying up my cunt, I wanted to stop. I wanted him to save his first, his initial explosion, for my pussy hole.
So, much to Bob's dismay, I let his big fat cock slip out of my mouth. He moaned as my hot sucking lips worked their way back off his ten inches of solid rock-like prick. I sucked and sucked right off the end of his cock-head, causing him to shiver with excitement while he stood there, towering over me, his huge muscles flexing and rippling in the dim moonlight.
When his prick was finally released from the clutching grip of my wet hot mouth, it still stood out firm and proud. I was surprised that the monster could stand out straight like that, considering how long and thick it was. It was a heavy piece of meat all right, but it must have been very strong.
I lied down on the make-shift bed, and spread my legs. This was an open invitation for him to ram his huge pecker into my dripping pussy, an invitation that he was soon to take up. However, Bob had something else on his mind, at least for the moment.
He shot his hot mouth down to my crotch, and began eating me out. I started to writhe about on the ground, as his talented hot tongue did to me, what I had just been doing to him for the past ten minutes or so.
I knew that he was eager to plunge his pecker into me, but he was into foreplay as I was, wanting to get me more and more worked up, before the final accumulation of our mutual eroticism, our fucking, got underway!
He was like a cave-man in his attack on my pussy. I had never been eaten out with such sensual determination before. Over and over his tongue shot into my pussy. He parted my cunt lips, and shot inside, tickling my clit, making me quiver all over like a mad woman.
My pussy was already spewing forth gobs of gooey pre-orgasmic love fluids, and Bob slurped them up readily and willingly. It was great to be out here free like this, under the stars and the moon, free from all inhibitions, able to make as much noise as we pleased.
That's just what we did, too.
Bob was getting louder and louder as he continued slurping my pussy with his tongue and mouth. His sounds were practically drowned out, however, from my own erotic panting.
I was moaning and groaning like I was dying. It was a wild scene, one that I would never forget as long as I lived. For damn sure!!!
Finally, as I had thought myself after sucking his cock for a while, it was time to get down to fucking, and that was what was on Bob's mind. I was sure that he could have sucked away on my clit and caused me to orgasm, actually, with probably very little effort, but the time for fucking had come. The time for him to ram his huge throbbing pecker up into my dripping awaiting pussy had finally come!
He lifted up off of me, and for a few seconds, after parting my thighs with his strong legs, stood over me, rubbing his monstrous love pole with his fingertips, almost taunting me.
The look on his face was the most erotic look I had ever seen on a man in my life. He was dripping with sensuality. It looked like come was going to come gushing out of his throbbing member at any second, even before he fucked me.
"Come on, man, stick that fucker up me. I can't wait another second to feel it filling up my pussy. Please?" I begged him.
Bob certainly didn't need to be asked, but speaking the words got us both excited even more.
Bob lowered down over me. He placed his two strong hands on either side of me, as if he was going to do a push-up. In actuality, that was just what he started doing.
His throbbing cock head rested at the tip of my pussy. Lowering his arms slowly, causing his huge biceps and triceps to ripple majestically under the moonlight, he lowered into me.
Now mind you, I have had a lot of fucking cocks shoved into my pussy, and although I still had a pretty tight pussy, it was well used. I was used to being fucked, it was nothing new for me.
However, in this case, it was completely new. I had never had a cock so thick or long being shoved into my womanly sex slit, and it was an exciting feeling like one I had never experienced.
Just when I thought all of his prick was inside of me, more and more of it kept plunging downward. I never thought all of his cock meat would be in my tight pussy canal.
The two of us were screaming out quite loudly now, as the erotic sensations caused by his plunging pecker engulfed both of us. Our senses were reeling as the love pole went in-further, further, further, further-
Finally, when I thought that the fucking cock was going to come out through my back, I felt his big sagging balls slam up against my curly-haired crotch, and knew that at last, what I had waited for so long, his beautiful tree trunk of a prick was imbedded deep inside my cuntal walls.
Using his two strong muscular arms for support, on either side of my lithe firm body, he began to plunge his pecker in and out of me. He started slowly, and then worked himself into a fever pitch.
The sweat began pouring off his muscular frame, and dripped down onto my belly and my two huge tits. Every time he lowered his cock into me, he rubbed his firm hairy chest against my nipples, causing them to get stiffer and stiffer with passionate excitement.
It really felt like he was fist fucking me, instead of using his cock. I couldn't believe the erotic sensations I was feeling as his monster of a prick continued slamming in and out of me.
Over and over the gigantic shaft slammed into my dripping pussy, and with each and every stroke, my bursting multiple orgasms reached conclusion.
I could tell from the stiffness of his cock, and especially from the sweat dripping from his brow and the sounds emanating from his handsomely-rugged mouth, that Bob too was nearing orgasm.
I knew that when the time finally came, what would be a never-ending supply of hot boiling come would go shooting up into my willing pussy, filling me to the brim, and giving me more erotic pleasure than I had ever experienced in my entire life with anyone ever!
I knew that the time we were both waiting for was at hand. He was fucking me like some kind of a wild animal, and I knew that kind of fucking, with that amount of determination, couldn't go on forever.
What we wanted, happened!
Suddenly I felt what was like a torrent of come go gushing up into my pussy. I had been fucked a hell of a lot, but I had never felt come as hot and plentiful as the come that came flying out of Bob's cock.
More and more of his hot spunk shot up into my pussy, filling me to the brim.
I began to orgasm myself, shivering, convulsing, shaking all over, as the throes of the pleasurable and highly satisfying experience engulfed all of my senses.
My own pussy gushed out its love juices, and as our come mixed together in one whirlpool of sexual bliss, I threw my arms around him and brought his face onto mine.
Our lips met in a flurry of passionate kisses. Over and over our tongues shot back and forth, and the saliva flowed freely between our hot and horny mouth cavities.
I never thought Bob was going to stop coming. He kept plowing his cock in and out of me, with all the energy I thought humanly possible from a man, and then some.
Even when his come had stopped gushing out of the piss slit at the tip of his big fat cock head, he still kept on plowing me. I knew that he was fucking me hard, wanting me to enjoy my orgasm fully, not wanting to pull out of me and stop ramming me until my multiple orgasms were completed.
He was a beautiful and a thoughtful lover. All the time he was fucking me I kept wishing that he was my man. Not really my husband, because I was far from ready to settle down with a wedding band, but the idea of living with the man, or even having a torrid love affair, meeting secretly late at night to fulfill our wildest sexual fantasies, was something that I wanted very, very badly.
Just as I was finished up coming, just when I thought that everything was great, a fucking flashlight shone in our faces.
"So just what the fuck do you two think you're up to?" the voice coming out of the bushes said.
"Holy shit, it's my wife," Bob said with dismay, jumping up off me, pulling his cock out of my still throbbing pussy.
I didn't know what to do. I jumped up, and pulled my clothes around my obviously naked body. That ugly fucking crow of a wife of his was standing in the bushes, for only knows how long, watching us fuck.
What could be said in a situation like this? It certainly wasn't like finding lipstick on his collar, now was it. She caught us right in the act of passionate love-making. Actually, it wouldn't have been half as bad if she had come sooner, while we were just kissing and fooling around, even better if she had come before we stripped ourselves of our clothes.
But, her timing, at least for her own purposes, not ours, was perfect.
I must say that I felt embarrassed, more for Bob than for me. Because of my loose ways, most of the town gossiped about me being a whore, and I didn't give a good fuck what they thought.
Now, Bob's bitch wife, would certainly spread the word to whoever would listen.
"Thought you were going on a business trip?" she screamed.
"I, I," he muttered.
"It's a good thing I followed you to give you your briefcase that you forgot, what, did you plan to meet her out here all along?"
"No, her car broke down and I just stopped to help her," Bob said innocently and truthfully, as he pulled up his pants, tucking his huge semi-stiff prick into his slacks.
"Oh come now, you prick, do you really expect me to believe that cock and bull story?" she said angrily.
Suddenly, it was Bob who was the one to get angry. He must have gotten tired of defending his actions. After all, he was a grown man, a very handsome one I might add.
"Look, bitch, I didn't come out here to meet anyone. This young lady's car broke down, I stopped to help her, and one thing just led to another."
"I can see," his wife said, still irate, pointing the flashlight first in his face and then in mine.
"You know, cunt," Bob said, obviously getting hotter under the collar with each passing second, "if you gave me one tenth as good a fuck as this young lady did, I wouldn't be thinking of looking for love elsewhere!"
She couldn't take that. She threw the flashlight on the ground, threw Bob's suitcase at him, and ran out of the clearing, obviously heading back for the road and her car.
A few seconds later we heard the screech of tires. I wondered why I hadn't heard her drive up. She must have spotted the cars from down the road a ways, and deliberately shut off her engine so that she could creep up on us, the sneaky bitch.
I looked at Bob, and he looked at me. What had really been a beautiful interlude had been darkened by his wife's arrival.
"I'm really sorry that--"
"Hey, don't say anything," he interrupted me, "it wasn't your fault, not by a long shot. We were just making love, innocently, beautifully. It was her who turned it into something ugly."
He looked depressed.
"What are you going to do?" I asked.
"I'm going to catch that train. I'm certainly not going back to that cunt, I'll call her tomorrow and ask her for a divorce. I've just been waiting for the right opportunity for years."
"Shit, I had no idea," I said.
"She's such a cunt, you couldn't imagine some of the things she does and says, and as far as sex goes, forget it. If I dared do anything other than just fuck her, missionary style only, once a week, on Friday night, she would call me a disgusting degenerate. Her ideas of sexuality are a hell of a long ways from where mine are."
"Yeah, I guess so," I said, pulling on my clothes.
"Hey, that was really beautiful, what we did together," he said, pulling me close to him and engulfing me in his strong arms.
"Yeah, it was at that," I said, standing on my tip toes so that my neck and cheeks were next to his. He was a big fucker, for sure!
"Shit, what a drag," he said, thinking about his horrible wife and her bad timing.
"Well, at least we. got it over with before she came," I said, with a little grin, trying desperately to bring a smile to his face.
It worked!
A grin spread from ear to ear.
"What are you going to do?" I asked him.
"About what?" he said, kind of gazing off into the night mist, looking across the field, as if the meadow had all the answers to his obviously quite complex problems.
"You know, are you going to keep living with her and all?"
"No, I'll probably get an apartment in Pleasantville. Hey, then we could see each other," he said, as if it was the expected thing.
I liked the guy, a lot. But, because of the incident with his wife, I knew that the time had finally come for me to get the hell out of my little home town.
They had all talked about me for long enough. I wanted to be in a big city. I wanted to be where I could get lost in the crowd, where I could fuck whoever I wanted, without the whole fucking town going through changes. A city was the only place that would offer this to me, and I knew that New York, was the one I wanted to check out.
"Well, Bob, I think I'm going to go to New York to live, at least for a while," I said, looking down, for some reason not wanting to look into his piercing eyes.
"Really?"
"Yeah, I've been thinking about it for a while now, and I think that this is the time to make the move."
"Did my wife have anything to do with your decision to leave?"
He knew the answer before he asked it.
"Yes, but she just pushed my moving date up. Really, I was planning on splitting in any event, it really wasn't her doing, but my own decision. She just helped me decide when the best time to move would be."
"I see. Do you think you'll find what you want in New York?"
"Well, let me put it this way. I know I'm not going to find it here, that's for damn sure."
"I'll buy that," he had to agree."
Two days later, after selling my car, saying some quick good-byes to my family and the few friends I had, I split the little one horse town. I wanted to see a little of the countryside, as well as think about my new home, kind of get my head into living in the big city and all, so I took the train.
In a way, it was a great thing that I did, because on the train I met someone who was going to change my life, at least for a while.
We were travelling about one day, when I happened to be in the dining car the same time as a very distinguished older gentleman.
I guessed him to be about forty, even though he looked in his early thirties. He was wearing a very expensive suit and tie, tailored perfectly. He was well kept, nails clean, hair trimmed, moustache combed, he actually looked quite charming and quite handsome.
He was eating at a small table immediately to my right, all by himself, as I was.
I was just starting coffee and dessert, when he walked over to me.
"Excuse me, Miss, but would you mind some company during your coffee? I do so like to chat over a nice cup of coffee, don't you?"
I was kind of lonely, having spoken to no one so far on the train.
"Yes, that would be nice," I said, smiling up into his piercing green eyes, feeling the slightest twinge in my pussy.
I had been thinking about Bob most of the time since I left Pleasantville station. He had driven me to the train, and given me the address of a small apartment he had taken. He told me that his wife was giving him the divorce, being glad to get rid of him, he said. I told him that I would write him when I got settled in New York, and that if he ever got there he could look me up.
The idea of a man's company turned me on. I didn't think of him sexually, too much anyway, right at the beginning.
He sat down, and we began chatting.
"So, are you going to New York to find your fame and fortune?" he said with a smile, taking a sip of his coffee, and peering at me over the brim, with questioning eyes.
"Kind of," I said. "And you?"
"Well, my business is in New York. I've just been travelling around the country on kind of a little vacation."
"What do you do?" I asked him, a little forward, considering we hadn't really even introduced ourselves yet.
"Don't you think we should introduce ourselves first?" he asked, as if he had read my mind or something.
"My name is Toni," I said, smiling at him, and extending my small hand in friendship towards him.
He took my hand, and instead of shaking it, he brought it up to his lips and kissed it gently but firmly with his hot wet lips.
I had never had a man kiss my hand before, and it sent a chill up and down my spine that made me tingle all over. I felt it in my fucking toes.
"Allow me to introduce myself," he said, taking his lips off my hand, but still holding it gently but firmly in his own.
"My name is Count Westchester," he said, and then with a little sheepish grin, he added "but you can call me Steven."
"I'm Toni glad to meet you Steven," I said, not being able to hide how impressed I was to meet a Count.
"I have a social club in New York City. If you're planning on staying for a while, you'll have to drop by and see it. It's quite a place."
"A social club?" I asked naively.
I had really thought I was a worldly chick. I was soon to find out that in many ways, with my country upbringing and forced seclusion, I was pretty dumb about a lot of things.
"Yes, a social club. You know, where gentlemen of breeding come and relax, and partake of various forms of entertainment."
I had started to get the feeling that he was playing with me, at least a little. I wondered what his social club really was. Something told me that there was more to the man than met the eye.
"Well, I'll most definitely stop by," I said, "but did you say it was a gentlemen's club."
"Yes, why?" he asked.
"Then would it be all right for me to come?" I asked.
"Oh, yes indeed," he said with a chuckle. "The club is exclusive for men, but it is run and worked by women."
Now it started to hit me that he just may be saying that it was a whore house.
"Sounds interesting," I said coyly, wanting him to tell me the truth about the place without having to needle it out of him.
"Where are you staying when you get to New York?" he asked, being a little forward, but I didn't mind at all. I was actually growing quite fond of him in a very short period of time.
"I'm not sure. I thought I would stay at a hotel until I could find an apartment."
"Oh, apartments are quite expensive in New York. May I make a suggestion?"
"Certainly," I said, keeping the conversation very proper, the way he apparently liked it.
"Well, why don't you accept my offer, and come and stay at the club for a while, until you get settled I mean."
"Oh, I wouldn't dream of imposing on you, sir," I said, blushing just a little bit.
"Nonsense, my child," he said, in a fatherly way. "It would be delightful to have you as my guest."
I wondered what that meant. What kind of club could it be? Why would a man I didn't know offer me a place to stay, and as his guest, which obviously meant he wouldn't charge me anything.
All these questions kept on running through my mind, but I wasn't going to get an answer, at least for a while.
"Why don't we have dessert in my compartment, and we can talk about it some more, perhaps over another cup of coffee?"
I had a feeling that he had more than coffee in mind, but I was lonely, he was a pleasant older man, and I found him extremely attractive and interesting to listen to.
Besides, to put it bluntly, I was curious as hell about his "social club".
CHAPTER THREE
I followed Steven into his compartment. Since I was keeping most of my money for when I got to New York, knowing damn well that it was going to take a lot to get set up and all, I took the cheapest train-ticket I could get, which was one of the bunks.
I had never been in a private compartment before on a train, and it was really beautiful. I think that Steven had some kind of a special one, because it had a completely stocked bar.
"Come in and sit down, my dear," Steven said, in his manner which I was finding more attractive by the minute.
I had never really thought of making love with him, at least not at first, I was more just into his company. However, Steven began wearing on me, getting closer and closer to home, making me want his body desperately after a little while went by.
"Can I get you a drink?" he queried.
"Sure thing," I said, "how about a gin and tonic?"
"Yes, my dear, anything you like," he said, turning toward the bar and fixing my drink, plus making himself a scotch on the rocks.
I looked at him closely as he had his back turned. The suit that he was wearing, the expensive hand made suit, fit him beautifully. I had a feeling that under the garment was a body of steel. Sure, he was slightly older than most men I would be attracted to, but something told me that he was in great shape, and that not only would his body be pleasant to look at, but it would be great to fuck and suck.
"Here we go," he said, turning towards me, and handing me a tall cool glass.
"Here's to New' York," I said, lifting my glass in his direction.
He tipped my glass with his, and smiled widely.
"Yes, here's to New York," he said.
"So, Steven, tell me about this house you run, this club for men?"
"Well, if I may be frank, my dear, and I feel that I can be, it is really a high-class house of call-girls."
"I thought that was what it was," I said, smiling widely, and feeling much more with me.
"Oh did you?" he asked, somewhat surprised.
"Yes, I just had that idea," I said, smiling coyly.
"Did you also know that I would like very much for you to work for me?" he said, almost like it was off the top of his head, and he hadn't given it very much thought, or it wasn't very important at all.
I didn't know what to say. I really hadn't any idea that he would want me to work for him in , his exclusive call-girl house, nor had I ever thought of selling my body for money.
But, on the other hand, I was heading into a big new city, New York. I knew that it was going to be tough for a while, perhaps a long while, until I got my bearings and got myself set up.
The more I thought about his offer, the more it interested me.
"The girls live in the house?" I asked him, after several long minutes of silent meditation.
"Yes. It is much more than just a room, my dear, all of my young women have their own little apartments inside the house, complete with bath and even a small kitchenette. I had the house restored about three years ago, and it is quite large."
I kept thinking about what we were talking about. I felt a slight twinge in my pussy at the idea of living in a place like that, and having men come and pay money for my pleasures.
"You know," I said, after another few long minutes of silence slipped by, "I may just take you up on it. I have to tell you though, I've never made love with a man for money before, and I don't know if--"
"Great," he interrupted me, "that's all the better. You're young and innocent and I'm sure you'll do just fine."
"Well, I don't know about how innocent," I said, poking him in the ribs and flashing him a big smile.
"Oh, I see," he said, poking me back, playing the little game that I had started right back at me.
Suddenly all of our chatter stopped. He started looking at me in a way that he hadn't since we'd met. His eyes burned my pupils, as they spoke words of love.
He didn't say a word to me, but in a way he was talking and talking and talking. I knew what his questioning looks were indicating. I knew that he wanted to fuck me, but what was strange, was that I wanted to fuck him back.
The whole thing was quite bizarre, I mean meeting the older distinguished man on the train, talking and drinking with him, coming to his compartment, talking about being one of his high-class, and probably high-paid call girls, and now this-sex.
All of these thoughts were coursing through my mind as he continued staring at me. Suddenly, he made his move. He looked like he might be just the tiniest bit apprehensive about what was going on.
It didn't take him long to find out that I was eager for him to ravage me, to make love to me, to make me feel the pleasures of a true and gloriously exciting orgasm.
He leaned forward just slightly, heading for my neck. Without another moment's hesitation, I arched my neck high and back, so that my throat was available to his vampire-like attack.
He placed his warm lips on my throat, accepting my robust invitation. I closed my eyes as he began 'sucking on my neck, causing shivers of excitement to course up and down my spine.
He had a gentle but firm touch with his lips, and I couldn't wait to taste his mouth on mine. He kissed my neck furiously, getting the both of us worked into a fever pitch, until I was screaming out with delight.
"Ohhhh," I moaned, as his long wet saliva-coated tongue continued to rapidly swirl about my warm neck.
I could feel the saliva pouring out of his mouth and wetting the nape of my neck. He was a sexy man, that was obvious right from the beginning. I knew that when we. got around to fucking, he was going to be good, better than the average lay.
"Kiss me," I pleaded.
I usually didn't ask men to kiss me, but in this case, I couldn't wait another second. There was something about this older distinguished stud that was really turning me on.
I liked everything about him, from the way he looked to the way he smelled. Of course the gigantic bulge that I felt pressing against my pussy as he stretched out on top of me on the couch, added to the excitement that I was feeling, without a doubt.
I stretched my body out, as Steven lowered his hot saliva-ridden mouth down over mine.
I opened my mouth cavity greedily, accepting his long wet tongue, as it came charging into my orifice. I bit it, chewed it, swirled my own tongue up against it.
The saliva flowed freely between our mouths as we kissed and kissed, getting hotter by the second. I could usually tell how a man was going to make love, just by the way he kissed me. This guy was no slouch, believe you me.
He French-kissed me until I was so fucking hot I thought I was going to have my damn orgasm right then and there, even before we got down to any fucking at all.
I began writhing about on the couch as he continued sending a torrent of hot kisses in my direction. He was getting hotter and hotter by the second himself. The bulge in the front of his pants, that had once seemed large, now seemed fucking gigantic.
I was glad that he had a big cock, I kind of thought that he would. If there's one thing I hate, it's a guy with a tiny cock. Give me at least eight inches of prick any day, and I'll take it up my tight little pussy and work it, and I mean work it.
"Why don't we strip?" Then he licked and chewed on my ear lobe.
I squirmed about as his hot breath shot into my ear, tickling me, giving me goose-pimples all over.
"That would be nice," I said softly, coyly, in my most feminine of voices.
He got up off me, after giving me another quick kiss right on the mouth. He was horny as hell, and that was okay by me. I was pretty lonely, and a good fuck on the way to New York was going to be okay by me.
I stood up, and in a flash pulled off all my clothes. Steven pulled off his, too, and like I had expected, especially during our brief foreplay episode, he had one hell of a body.
His skin was tight, tanned, and well-muscled. Speaking of muscles, the one betwen his legs wasn't bad, not bad at all. As a matter-of-fact, it was almost as big as Bob's torrent tool, although not quite. Bob still had the "biggest cock in my life" award as far as I was concerned.
He jumped on top of me, like a little kid, excited about getting his first ice cream cone. I couldn't believe that this handsome, well built and well endowed man, especially considering the type of business he was in, would have any trouble at all in finding a young lady for companionship, or in other words, a good fucking fuck.
I knew that he had a fucking bevy of women to chose from with his house there and all, and he probably gave them all quite extensive interviews.
Suddenly, I began to wonder if I was actually being interviewed for the job, but then, I realized that he asked me to come to work for him before we had got around to doing any fucking or sucking.
He must have just liked the way I looked. Or, perhaps because of his experience in the field, he could just tell by looking at me that I would be right for his house, that I would be able to do what the other girls did, make love to rich men for large fees.
His huge cock pressed against my already dripping pussy as he stretched his six-foot frame out on top of me. His body weight crushed me into the firmness of the mattress on his big bed, and I threw my arms around his neck, drawing his mouth once again close to mine.
Our lips met in a frenzy of passionate kisses, as he began to dry hump with me, rubbing his cock back and forth against my pussy.
I started gyrating about on the bed, sending my hips crashing up into his cock. Every time I did that he would moan out with pleasure. I knew that he was hot to fuck me, and that by the time he got around to doing it, I was going to be more than ready to accept his huge eight-inch cock up my tight little titillating love hole.
All of a sudden, with one passionate burst of energy, Steven shot down and began sucking my tits. He had really caught me by surprise. My orbs of womanly flesh had been rubbing against his hot bare chest, but I hadn't expected this mouth attack.
I arched my back, and sent my chest high in the air, shoving my tits into his sucking and willing mouth. He swirled his tongue around in large circles, narrowing the circles with each new stroke, getting closer and closer to the center, my stiff little nipple.
The saliva was flowing out of his mouth profusely by this time, and my tits were getting wetter and wetter with his sensuous mouth juice. I couldn't get over what a great lover he was, and how much he was turning me on.
His age ceased .to be in my mind. He could have been one hundred and twenty five, and if he sucked tit like that, I would invite him back to my bed any old time.
I began realizing that this ability I had to sleep with somewhat older men, without going through all the changes that so many other chicks went through, might very well be just the mental foundation that I would need to be a high-class call-girl for the man.
Actually, this almost seemed like an audition. I knew that even if he wasn't doing it consciously, he was subconsciously testing me, checking me out. He certainly couldn't let me make love with any of his well-to-do high-paying customers if he wasn't absolutely sure that I would be a good lay for them. He may have thought as much from intuition when he first laid eyes on me, but now he was finding out first hand.
I was convinced that he probably slept with all the girls that worked for him, before their first day on the job.
Actually, I was beginning to feel very lucky that this man had spotted me on the train, and had made such friendly advances. Not only was I going to get a great fuck out of him, but possibly a good job, a chance at a new life in big old New York City.
What was great, was that I wasn't going to have to worry about, rent and things when I got to the city, staying in his beautiful house (I just had a feeling that it was going to be beautiful) would sure beat the hell out of living in some lousy flea-ridden dive until I got settled.
Yes, things were getting better all the time.
Speaking of getting better all the time, by this time Steven was ravaging my breasts. I was beginning to realize that he was a tit man, like Bob was to a degree.
He chewed my tiny stiff nipples furiously, biting them harder and harder each time. I squirmed about underneath him, feeling the juices in my pussy flowing more and more freely each time he kissed my tits.
He really knew how to work me up, how to make me extremely excited, how to get the most out of my love-making techniques. We seemed to blend well together, both enjoying the way the other moved, touched, and caressed.
I grabbed a hold of his hair and slammed his face on and off my huge titties, not that he needed the encouragement, but just because the little bit of roughhousing added all the more excitement to the already stimulating experience.
The sounds of our pleasure increased as the tempo of our love-making increased. We began to sound like two wild animals, involved in lust and savage pleasure.
Over and over Steven lurched at my two breasts, pulling first one and then the other into his mouth. I think he wanted to get both of them into his mouth, but naturally, and especially because of the size of my gigantic titties, he couldn't do it.
He sure gave it a game try, however. He squeezed my two jugs together with his hands, so that the nipples were close together. He lurched down over them, sucking, biting, and loving.
I could feel his cock rubbing furiously against my cunt, and knew that the time for him to plow into me was rapidly approaching. I could feel him quivering slightly, and knew that he was hotter than hell.
As for myself, I was perspiring freely, and my cunt kept on letting out more and more pussy fluid. My body was greasing the way for his huge throbbing member, letting him see. that any time he was ready, I was ready.
Steven suddenly moved away from my tits. I sighed as his sucking mouth lifted off my huge boobies, but I sighed even louder when he shot down and began licking my pussy.
He thwarted toying with my cunt lips, pulling them apart with his teeth, licking up all the juices that were flowing from my cunt, tickling my clit with his tongue, and, in short, driving me out of my fucking mind with lustful desires.
His tongue began to dart in and out of my pussy in snake-like fashion. It was really flying up against my pussy, each thrust bringing me new sensations of passion and ecstasy.
Steven slipped his index finger up near his mouth, and at the same time that he continued licking and sucking all around my twat, chewing on my curly pubic hairs, and in general freaking me the fuck out with his erotic behavior, he also shoved his finger right up inside of me.
I screamed out. as the little appendage worked its way deeper and deeper into my cunt. It seemed like it was never going to stop diving inside of me. I writhed about on the bed in a positive response from the erotic feeling his finger was giving me.
His finger kept on shooting in and out of my pussy with faster and faster speed. It was like masturbating myself, only someone else was doing it. Of course, when I finger-fucked myself, which was quite a lot, I could never eat myself out at the same time, so this was like some kind of a double treat.
Finger and mouth kept on working me over and I was just about to reach the point of no return, the point where my multiple orgasm would have to be started, when Steven, apparently sensing my present state of mind, and how close I was to coming, stopped his action.
However, I didn't lay dormant for very long. The second he pulled his mouth and finger out of my snatch, he leaned up over me, placed the tip of his throbbing and come-dripping pecker against the entrance to my love hole, and with one mighty shove, sent all eight inches of his huge manhood deep into my cunt lips.
I screamed out as the cock sunk deeper and deeper into my body. It felt like his prick was never going to reach bottom, it was so fucking big.
Finally I felt his huge sagging balls slamming up against my curly-haired snatch, and knew that his cock was all the way in. Once it was, he wasted no time in getting down to business. With furious determination, he began ramming in and out of me, sending sparks of eroticism coursing through my young horny body.
He kept on changing the pace of his fucking. First he would fuck me furiously, plunging his cock in and out of my pussy faster than any man had ever fucked me before.
Then, apparently nearing his own orgasm, and wanting to stretch this little love affair out as long as he possibly could, enjoying it tremendously the way he was, he would slow down his rhythm, until he was barely moving it all.
Actually, this slow teasingly exciting fucking was quite erotic. He would send his cock slowly plowing down into the depths of my snatch, and I could feel it inch by inch scraping against the soft warm and very moist membranes of my cunt canal, until his huge balls would gently rub against my groin, and then he would pull it almost all the way out of me, leaving just the last inch of his throbbing cock head imbedded in my love hole, before descending all over again, starting the cycle, and bringing me more and more thrills with each passing second.
Then, as if he had just entered me, all of a sudden he would begin furiously ramming me again, like he had been doing before.
This constant change of pace, is what made the fuck so exceptionally great. I had been fucked by a lot of men before, a great one (Bob) only recently. But there was something unusual in Steven's style, something which made me dig him a hell of a lot.
Not only did I dig him in bed, but I dug his mind. I decided for sure while he was plowing me that I would go with him to New York, live in his house, and if I could handle it, be one of his high class call girls, servicing his many rich customers.
I knew that I would give it my all. I had never sold myself before, had always just given myself away to any man who wanted me. It was very different from Pleasantville, and the question of being picky and choosy was much more prevalent in the big city.
The tempo of the fucking continued to change from fast to slow. One minute I was just about ready to come, and the next minute I was relaxing again, or at least I wasn't on the brink of sexual hysteria.
I didn't know how much longer I would be able to continue holding back the inevitable blast of my own orgasm, a blast which was going to have to come any minute.
I had fooled around far too long, much longer than I usually did. Although I was into foreplay, there always came a point and time when one could wait no longer. Things were just feeling to good to hold back an orgasm for another second.
With a sudden passion, Steven began to once again pick up his pace. The only difference this time, was that he didn't slow it down when we both were ready to come.
He started moaning louder and louder as he continued ramming his long thick cock up my tight drippy pussy furiously. He was fucking me so fast I thought his cock was going to go ramming right through my fucking back. He was fucking me with all the savagery, all the passion, of some wild jungle animal during mating season.
I kept shoving my hips upward, allowing his massive pecker to slip even further down into my pussy. Every time he shoved into me, I would engulf his prick with my cunt lips. I would make my cunt squeeze together in short little jabs, bringing to the fucking man even more pleasure than he was already getting, which from the sounds of him, were quite a lot.
I knew that he wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer without shooting his come into my hot and waiting pussy.
He jabbed me and jabbed me some more, each stroke bringing us both just that much closer to our mutually satisfying orgasm.
Our bodies began to quiver under the heat of our passion. The juices in my cunt were running like a water faucet from a fresh mountain stream. Gushy sounds were coming from my cunt as Steven's huge cock slammed in and out of my hole with a furiously determined effort.
Finally, the time had arrived. We could wait no longer. We had passed the point of no return.
I think we both started coming at the same exact time. I felt the gushing of his come squirt out of his abnormally stiff and torrid pecker, as my own come dripped freely from my gaping hole.
I went into what seemed like many multiple orgasms. I quivered and shook, all the while receiving Steven's big hairy cock in and out of my quivering cunt.
Steven screamed out quite loudly when he started shooting his come into my tight wet coming pussy, perhaps a little too loud. I thought for a minute, in the midst of heated passion, that a fucking porter may come and knock on the door to see if everyone was all right inside.
I didn't really care. This was his own private compartment, and I was sure that he paid a pretty little penny for it, so he certainly should have the right to do what the fuck he wanted inside.
That was just what he was doing!
I never thought Steven was going to come. He was acting like he hadn't fucked a chick in years, when in reality, I could tell he probably had all the pussy he could handle, especially being in the line of business that he was in, what with all those voluptuous little women running about his house half-naked and begging for it.
He kept on plowing in and out of me, furiously, passionately, and with more gusto than I had seen in a man in a very long time. I couldn't believe where he was getting all of his energy from. It was like he had plugged his body into an electrical current for a charge, he had so fucking much energy inside of his body, and especially inside of his cock.
Finally, regretfully for both of us, it was all over. It had been one of the greatest fucks of my life, and although I wasn't sure at the time, I later found out that it was kind of an audition, to see if I would work out in the house, and as I was to find out soon, I passed with flying colors.
Believe me, it boosted my ego, too.
CHAPTER FOUR
Steven didn't pull his cock out of my twat right away, like most men do when they have finished coming. Instead, he left his now limp prick imbedded deep within my cunt lips.
We didn't say anything to one another. Words were not necessary. We had spoken to one another with our love, with our passion, with our heated and frenzied bodies.
We had said it all!
For the longest time we just lied there, wrapped up in each other's arms, snuggling up next to each other's faces, enjoying one another's warm responsive body.
All of a sudden, about ten minutes after we had both reached what had to be one of the best orgasms of my life, I felt a twitch inside my pussy. Could it be that Steven's cock was rising to the occasion so soon after shooting a seemingly never-ending supply of hot come up into my cunt?
That was exactly what happened. I felt the cock slowly getting stiffer, long and thicker inside my wet tight pussy. I stirred just slightly, squeezing my cunt Ups together, engulfing the ever-growing organ, and it shot to full erection.
Without pausing for another second, Steven began to once again plow in and out of me, with all the gusto of ten men. It was weird, because it was like we had never fucked, and this was our first time.
Not only did his energy give off this feeling, but I myself felt like I hadn't come in a long time.
It certainly wasn't because the fucking orgasm was no good, not by a long shot. It had to be because Steven and I really hit it off together. Sometimes people just blend together as one, right from the beginning, without all kinds of game playing bullshit.
That was what happened with us.
"Oh shit, does your pussy feel good," he whispered in my right ear, while plowing his cock furiously in and out of my love hole, and at the same time blowing and licking my ear with his tongue.
"I love your cock, Steven," I whispered right back at him, lifting my head off the pillow, and shoving my tongue deep into his ear canal. I spit some saliva out gently, allowing his ear to get all filled with the hot sensual fluid.
He squirmed about on top of me, all the while keeping a steady pace of cock-into-pussy happening down at our crotches.
He was a great lover, and the more we made love together, the more that I realized it was the experience that mellowed him with age, that gave him such a flair for making love, such an adaptability to coincide with the person he was involved with at the time.
I knew our chemistry was right, right from the start. But, I had no idea that our love-making would reach such heights of passion, and that I would start feeling as attracted to him as I was.
It was true, when he started ramming in and out of me the second time, never having taken his cock out of my come-soaked hole even once for a second, I knew that our relationship was going to be something special.
Of course, I couldn't tell exactly where it was going to go, I couldn't even guarantee that I would work out as one of his girls in the house. He may turn out to be just my employer, on a very straight-laced level, but time would tell.
The tempo of his second fucking started to pick up. His cock began to slide in and out of my pussy with more and more determined effort. This time, instead of picking the tempo up, and then slowing it down, he fucked me with a steadily increasing effort, each stroke being just a little faster, just a little more forcefully administered than the one before.
Fucking me this way, on a steady uphill ladder of erotic sensations, my own pleasures were increasing rapidly, steadily, meeting his, enjoying him fully and totally.
I kept feeling that we were meant for one another, as his cock continued to plow in and out of my dripping and gaping cunt, faster and faster, each stroke making me more excited than the one before it.
My arms were around his neck, gripping him tightly. I dug my fingernails into his strong back, perhaps even breaking the skin. He didn't seem to mind. I think he liked things a little on the rough side in any event.
I had a desperate urge to please him, even though I already had pleased him more than sufficiently. It was as if I just couldn't get enough of him inside my body. I had fantasies of sucking his whole fucking body inside my gooey come-stained pussy.
I think that I was feeling love for him at that point, a feeling that although I had been close to with many men, I had never truly experienced, not in the complete sense of the word.
All of my relationships had been like cock-teasers would have been to a man. They were nice, and they certainly were better than nothing, and they surely did give me a taste of what I wanted, but let me tell you, none of them really gave me the deeply hidden satisfaction that I was so desperately looking for, so desperately craving for.
However, in this man, right here in this luxurious compartment on this fast-moving train, heading for New York and a new life, a completely new life, I think I had found it.
It's hard to put into words the way I was feeling towards him, and as far as communication with Steven went, we were once again using our bodies to do all the talking.
When the sex felt as good as it did between us, words become a totally unimportant part of the communication process. When a pair of lovers had as much going for them as we seemed to be having going for us, there wasn't much need for words.
Once again, I could feel my body quickly approaching my second glorious orgasm. Once again, as before, we started coming at the same time.
I felt my pussy filling up with his hot love juices, just as though he hadn't come with anyone in ages. I too, and it was unusual for me to be able to, came the second time with as much gusto, love and eroticism, as the first time we had made it, less than a half hour before.
In and out of my cunt went his flying cock, each new stroke, each new thrust, bringing me just that much more pleasure than the one preceding it.
This guy could fuck!
Steven seemed to be never tiring. As a matter-of-fact, he hadn't even started sweating like I had. I was the one who was mainly just lying there, but because of the heated condition he had gotten me into, and kept me into, I was burning up with lust and desire.
He seemed to stay cool as a cucumber, however. But, I did know that as far as passionate feelings went, he was way up there on the ladder of heightened sexual eroticism.
We enjoyed our orgasm fully, completely, and once again we had satisfied one another in a beautiful way, a way, at least for me, that I had never experienced before in my life.
Suddenly my experience with Bob, or for that matter my entire life before this train trip, vanished from my mind. My only reality, the only thing I was existing for, was the energy we were sharing in our physical and emotional union, as well as the direction that I knew my life was heading for, having met and made love with this beautiful, beautiful man.
I pulled his mouth down over mine, and our lips met in a passionate embrace, as the last of our mutually satisfying come shot out of our bodies, and mixed in the deep well of sensual fluids now stored and sloshed around in my exhausted, but extremely stimulated pussy.
It had been two orgasms that I would never forget as long as I lived, and I had the feeling that Steven was probably thinking along the same lines. I wondered if every girl he made love to made him feel the same way as I did, but something told me that that wasn't the case.
I knew that there was something special brewing between us, something that I hadn't had with anyone before, and I, at least hoping so, thought that he had never had either.
The flame of our love-making never seemed to go out. Even after he had fucked me the second time, he left his cock inside of me for a very long time.
"Shit, that was sensational, even better than the first time," he whispered to me finally, after a few minutes of getting his composure.
"I know, I know," was all I could manage to say at that point.
I was exhausted. I felt as if I had been doing strenuous exercises all fucking night. Steven was a very energetic lay, and it had taken a lot of my own energy and power just to keep up with him.
Finally, after quite a while had passed, Steven slowly pulled his prick out of my hole. I sighed as the cock which I had grown so accustomed to during the last hour of heated fucking, slipped slowly and limply from my tired and come-soaked pussy hole.
I gasped as his big fat cock-head slipped slowly out of my hole, brushing my cunt lips one final time, and giving me one last little shot of torrid excitement.
It was over, at least for the time being. I knew that this was going to be anything but a trick, or a one night stand. I knew that in this man I had found a new beginning, a new life, and our relationship could only get better and more involved as it went on.
I spent the whole night with Steven, and the next two or three nights before we got into New York. I never left his side. We ate together, drank together, and shit, did we ever fuck together.
Steven was getting up to four times in one. Just like the first time we made it, where he left his cock inside my pussy and then started fucking me the second time, well, by the last night, he kept his cock inside me for four successive fucks.
To say that I was exhausted, and that my sexual tendencies had been filled beyond belief, would be to make an understatement. Words could never justly describe the heights of passion that I felt for the man by the time we reached New York.
Steven still hadn't told me much about the house. Whenever I asked him questions about it, he seemed to shrug them off, moving on to other topics of conversation.
I wondered why he was keeping the whole thing a mystery, but decided that he just may want me to check the place out for myself. After all, it was going to be kind of a weird trip, because no matter how fancy it was, or how big and important his clients were, or no matter how much money they were paying for female companionship, either for an hour or for the weekend, it was still a fucking whore house.
He still seemed as enthused as ever about me working there, but he was sure as hell making me wait to find out what it was like. When I asked him to explain what the duties would be, and how the money and all the living arrangements worked out, he told me to be patient, and that I would find out all the answers to my questions soon enough.
So, not wanting to be a nag, having only known him for less than a week, I let the whole thing drop. I didn't ask him another question about the house, right up to when we were pulling up to the beautiful six-story brownstone on New York's fashionable East-Side.
"Oh, it's beautiful, Steven," I gasped, when the cab-driver pulled up to the house on East Sixty-Third Street, and Steven opened the door for me to get out.
"Thank you, love," he said, "wait till you see the inside."
As I walked up the steps, I was freaking out. Not only was I naturally high because of the house and the new life I was stepping into, and my great relationship with the handsome owner of the house and business, but I was high for another reason.
Steven had never once used the word love to me, even in all the hours of furious and passionate love-making that we entangled ourselves in so feverishly on the train on the way to New York.
And now, just as I was about to step through the threshold of his home, and into the real core of his life and his work, he just casually slips in the word "love" like it didn't mean a thing.
He unlocked the door, and my heart beat madly as we entered the old Victorian house.
It was far more beautiful inside than I had imagined. It was completely still. Steven had told me that he had closed it down, much to his customers dismay, for a couple of weeks while he travelled about the countryside on the train, one of his favorite pastimes.
"That's why I like working for myself, and out of my home," he had told me over our last dinner on the train. "This way, I can come and go as I want to, even close the fucking place when I get the urge, like I did a couple of weeks ago, and I don't have anyone telling me what the fuck to do. I like it that way, and I'm going to keep it that way."
That statement had impressed me about him, and turned me on even more to the older and very distinguished man. He knew what he wanted, he had gone out and gotten it, in one way or another, and now he was swelling in the prosperity and good fortune his chosen life and profession was reaping for him.
He was a happy man, and not just on the surface. I could feel his happiness as I looked around the downstairs parlor and foyer. It was beautifully decorated, not gaudy, but elaborately and tastefully done.
"Shit, did you have a decorator do all this?" I asked him.
"No, as a matter-of-fact I did it all myself. I had thought about having someone else do it, but even talking to a decorator and agreeing mutually on what would be best for the house, is not quite the same as doing it yourself. I wanted to put a lot of me into the place, so that it would be personal, not just look like a house you would see in Home Beautiful, or something like that."
"I can see that you are showing up all through the house in the various things that you did," I told him, getting a certain feeling of excitement coursing through my bones.
He started to show me around. The house was gigantic. There was the parlor downstairs, a foyer where there was a desk, which had what looked to be a reservation book on it. It was quite large, and I got the feeling that the house was busy all the time, and all hours of the day and night.
The kitchen was gigantic. He told me that he had a maid and a butler, but that they were both on a vacation too, and wouldn't be there until the following day.
"You mean we're all alone?" I said, kind of in a little school girl tone, kidding him.
"Yes, now you be a good little girl, and don't take advantage of the situation," he said, pinching my cheek like you would pinch a little toy cupie doll.
"How about the upstairs," I said, poking him in the rib, and flashing him a smile that was purely indicating my desires to go to bed with him.
"Okay, you little vixen, come on and I'll show you the bedrooms." He grabbed my suitcase, and led the way up to the second floor.
The house was truly gigantic. On each floor, there were eight apartment-like lay-outs. He was right, they each had their own private bath, small kitchen area, and foyer, where a customer could gather his thoughts before entering the main room, the fuck-room, the boudoir, as it is more commonly known, the bedroom.
"This is quite a layout," I said, looking from one room to the next. They were all basically the same, but as far as decorations and interiors went, they each had a personality of their own.
"Do the girls pay any rent?" I asked, not being able to hold my curiosity back any longer. I was eager to get some cold hard facts about the place, and about my job. Of course, I basically knew what I was going to be doing, fucking for money, but that was all I knew.
"I see your anxious to get acquainted with the rules of the house," he said, a smile spreading across his handsome distinguished face, his eyebrows twitching slightly the way he always did when he smiled, which since I'd met him, had been quite a lot.
"Come on, I'll take you up to your room and we'll talk there."
"Sure thing, boss," I said, giving him another little gentle poke in the ribs.
I followed him up to the fourth floor. We walked down to the end of the hall, and he opened a door that said "Charlotte" on the front of it.
"Who's Charlotte?" I asked naturally, my curiosity about the strange house and its goings on still ever present in the front of my mind.
"She used to work here, up until just before I left for vacation."
"Where is she now?" I pursued the issue further.
"She's in France. She married one of my members, a translator for the U.N. and got married and ran off to Europe. She was my best girl, too. She has the best room in-the house, and you, my dear, are going to take it over. Okay?"
"Sounds good to me," I said, "I only hope I can work as well for you as she did," I said, kind of looking for a compliment.
I got it!
"Oh come now, you're fishing," he said, being older and wiser than myself, and used to the little games I was playing with him.
"I was only kidding," I said, in defense of my own sexuality. "I know that in no time I'm going to be the best damn lay in the place."
"I knew you would be when I first laid eyes on you," he said, and I knew that he wasn't bullshitting. He meant it.
"How do you like the room?" he asked me, showing me inside, and setting my suitcase down behind the door.
The room was beautiful, and then I knew he was fishing for compliments. "Oh, it's all right," I kidded him.
The room was outrageous. It had a gigantic four-poster bed, complete with lavender lace canopy and everything. The curtains and the carpeting matched the canopy and bedspread. It was very tastefully done, not overdone, just worked on to the point of perfection.
So many times I had seen pictures of rooms in decorator magazines and they had seemed really overdone. Too much of a good thing, I had always thought. But this room, like the others, was done with taste, class, and an aura of distinction that blended perfectly into a harmonious decor, suitable for fucking the most elite customer possible.
I could tell from the way the house and the rooms looked, and the general feeling that seemed to be permeating the air ever since I had arrived, that the clientele in the place had to be very rich, had to have money up the ass.
After all, if a guy with a lot of bread is going to a whore house and paying ; exorbitant fees for the privilege of being with a young attractive woman, for however long, than that gentleman wants to have someplace nice in which to fuck. He wants the environment clean and crisp, so to speak, and that was just what he would get from Steven's house of ill-repute.
The place reeked of class. It was almost as if money was breeding in the house, making the walls look like hundred dollar bills. I had come from such a small-town upbringing, that this much obviously blatant wealth was really stirring a bit of excitement in my otherwise poor nerve centers.
"How much do the women make here?" I asked Steven, plunking down on the bed and stretching out, letting my huge breasts heave up from my thin young body, turning Steven on, obviously from the way he was staring at them.
"Well, I guess I have to fill you in on all the details sooner or later, since you'll be starting work tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" I gulped.
I had thought that I would be working for him soon enough, but I didn't know that it would be that soon. I think it was just the reality that the very next day I would be fucking for money that really freaked me out.
I must have had a shocked look on my face, considering the response I got from Steven.
"What's the matter, aren't you ready?" I said quizzically.
"Sure, I just didn't think I'd be starting that soon, that's all."
"Well, Charlotte isn't here any more, and the house opens tomorrow. Now what I thought, was that when the gentlemen come for Charlotte, and believe me that piece of ass was booked pretty heavily six days a week, I would let her customers see you, and if they wanted, they could hire you for their time. This way, you will be getting some of the best customers that come into the house."
He had my curiosity and excitement raised again.
"What do these great customers pay for the service, and just exactly what do I have to do?"
I pursued the issue.
"Well, they pay one-hundred dollars a visit. As I told you, these guys are all well-to-do, and a hundred dollars to them, as long as they get what they want, is not very much at all."
"And I'll be here to see that they get what they want?" I asked, knowing the answer before the last word left my mouth.
"Yes," he said, very simply, but very to the point.
"You get $50 of the $100, and I get the rest. However, most of the real money is made in tips. If you really turn the customer on, if you give him that little something extra that he was counting on, that he wasn't expecting, kind of a bonus let's say, then he will give you one in a big fat tip."
"Wow," I said, doing some fast figuring in my head. "A girl wouldn't have to turn many tricks here to make a lot of money, now would she?"
"You're starting to see the picture now, right?'
"I sure am."
"You see, love," he said, using that all important word once again, making me go through the same erotic and emotional changes I did when he first used it a little while before, "I didn't want to tell you all the details on the train, because I wanted you to come here of your own free will, not for the money."
"I can dig that," I said, honestly, "I'm glad you didn't tell me. Because now you know that I didn't come here for the money, alone. However, I'll have to admit that it's certainly going to be an important factor in me staying here?"
"Now that I can dig," he said, reaching forward and giving me a gentle but determined kiss on the lips.
"Why don't you get cleaned up, and changed, and then I'll take you out to dinner. I have some unpacking to do myself."
"Where is your room?"
"You mean our room?" he said, smiling again.
My heart started beating.
"What do you mean, love," I thought I'd throw the same word back at him and see his reaction.
It was definitely favorable, he smiled widely, almost enthusiastically.
"Well," he began to explain, "I thought, that is if you would like to, I'd like you to live with me. I mean sleep with me and all. Oh, this will just kind of be your office. That is, if you would like to."
He was blushing. Perhaps he was a little unsure of what my answer would be to his proposal.
"I would like nothing better," I said quickly, not wanting to play any games at all when he was talking about matters as serious as that.
"Oh, that's beautiful," he said, not being able to control himself another minute. He came over to the bed, and dropped down beside where I was sitting so that he was on his knees right in front of me.
He leaned forward, and rested his head gently in my lap. I reached down and began to softly stroke his hair. It was a really beautiful moment we shared together, one I will never forget.
It was tender, warm, and the love that was flowing between us, without speaking the words in any heavy way, was really fucking beautiful.
Our tender moment together, however, was shattered by the loud ringing of the phone.
"Oh fuck, they're calling already," he said, getting up from my lap and heading across the hallway into his own private apartment which I hadn't as yet seen.
"I'll be right back, why don't you shower and get dressed," he said, opening his door, and disappearing behind it. He left it open, and I could see inside. It was furnished very masculinely, all in brown leather and white. I was going to be living inside that room with him, and the thought excited the shit out of me.
I undressed quickly, and flew into the bathroom, where I took a great shower. We only had a bath tub at home, so a shower was quite a novelty for me. I let the shower steam over my body, cleansing me thoroughly.
I jumped out, dried myself off, and went back into the bedroom. I felt a natural high spreading over my body, a feeling that I knew was only going to get better the longer the two of us were together.
I looked through my one small suitcase of clothes, and picked out what I thought would be the most appropriate thing to wear for dinner. It was my one fairly dressy outfit. It was a white silk pants suit, something which I had gotten through the mail, and turned out to fit me exquisitely.
I pulled the almost see-through body outfit up over my curvaceous figure, and stood back and looked in the full length mirror. I had to admit, I looked pretty fucking good.
My long hair hung sensuously down over my shoulders, and rested on top of my huge throbbing breasts, which, because of the cut of the pants suit, were almost completely visible.
I wondered if the suit was a little too racy to go out to dinner in, but then, after thinking about the type of girls that Steven must constantly be surrounded by, I decided that I looked just right.
Steven suddenly walked back into the room, and stopped dead in his tracks. He hadn't seen me in anything really dressy before, and his mouth opened wide.
"Holy fucking shit," he exclaimed, "you look gorgeous."
"Why thanks, boss," I said, running over to him and throwing my arms around his neck.
As my tits crushed into his manly chest, I couldn't help but wonder what my first client would be like!!!
CHAPTER FIVE
Steven took me down to New York's Greenwich Village, where we had a really beautiful dinner in this little hide-a-way supper club. There were some jazz musicians jamming while we were eating, and the whole experience was really fine, especially for an inexperienced country girl like me.
"Do you come here a lot?" I asked Steven, sipping my cup of coffee, and taking an occasional nibble on my cheesecake.
"Yes, I do. I like to bring clients here, it's a fairly easy-going place," he said, smiling at me.
Steven had been watching me closely all evening. I think he was seeing how my group and social behavior was. I knew that not only was I going to have to fuck his clients, but there would also be various times when he or they would want me to go out to eat somewhere.
Of course, all these services would be more than paid for, but nevertheless, any girl couldn't handle the job. It took a girl with class, beauty (of course) poise and charm. It took a girl who knew when to speak, and who knew when not to, perhaps even more important.
I think I was proving myself many times over. Steven never once stopped smiling as I ate and chatted with him, being careful to be as poised and lady-like as I could.
This was all quite new for me. I was used to going to a drive-in movie and grabbing a pizza afterwards, about the only type of food one could get after nine at night where I came from.
"I love this city," I told Steven.
"How could you love it, baby, you haven't even seen it yet, not even one thousandth of it."
"I know that, but I can tell already. Besides, the little that I have seen freaked me out. It's so big, and flashy, and full of life. I just can't get over the fucking place."
"It is kind of special, isn't it," Steven agreed, taking the last sip out of his coffee.
"Yeah, just fucking beautiful," I said, looking around the restaurant, and out onto the street through the large cafe windows we were perched next to. I saw all kinds of people walking by, and the one thing that really flipped me out, was seeing two men walking down the street arm in arm or hand and hand. Then, I saw two women doing the same thing.
"Are those people queer?" I asked Steven, rather softly no as to not offend anyone sitting near us.
"The word his gay, or homosexual," Steven corrected me, "and yes, they are. That bother you?" he asked.
"Oh no, I think it's great. I slept with a women once, a long time ago. It wasn't bad at all. Of course, it could never replace the taste and feel of a real big cock, like yours," I said, reaching under the table and grabbing his leg high up on the thigh, so that he jumped practically out of his seat.
I couldn't help myself. I had been pretty straight-laced ever since we arrived at the place, and I was dying to be a little mischievous.
"Hey, stop that," Steven said, not being able to hold back the giggles I had caused him.
"Made you laugh, got-cha," I snickered.
"I'll get you when we get home," Steven said, "you'll see," he concluded, almost boasting about what he was going to do.
"Promises, promises," I chided him. "All I get is promises," I said, putting on an air of snobbishness.
"That does it," he said, a grin from ear to ear. "Waiter!"
The waiter was there in a second, we paid the check, sipped a quick last sip of coffee, and left the tiny village restaurant.
Steven had talked about taking me out to a couple of after hours places, to let me get a feel of the city, and to dance a little perhaps. However, after my kidding him, especially the "promises, promises," bit, he flew me home in a cab, upstairs in the house, and started taking off my clothes.
"Promises, heh?" he said, undoing my pants suit hurriedly, but not so as to rip it or tear it.
I liked the masculine way he was being so aggressive. He was kind of pretending to be angry, even though I knew damn well that he wasn't. It was all kind of a game, a game which was going to end in fucking, and that type of game I was always ready to play.
We were in his room this time. His bed looked more like a football field, it was so fucking big. It was also of the four-poster style, however his was a rich dark carved wood, being much more masculine than the ones in the girl's room.
Steven sure had good taste. It showed in everything, from the way he had fixed the house, to the way he dressed to go out, even to, and especially including, the way he made love.
Making love was what was on my mind at that moment. I wanted to feel his hot body pressing into me, and his beautiful cock slamming in and out of my dripping gaping pussy.
I knew that sex was what I was going to get, and I also knew that I probably wouldn't have to wait that long to get it. He was quickly undoing my pants suit, and soon the garment dropped to the floor, leaving me standing there in my black-lace panties and matching, low-cut bra.
I glanced down, and realized that my tits were almost completely exposed. The pants suit was low cut, so I had worn the most low-cut bra I owned. It just barely gave support at all to my two huge jugs.
Seeing my huge knockers, so sensuously exhibited in this fashion, seemed to drive Steven out of his fucking mind with sexual lust and desire.
He tore off his jacket and tie, and then his pants. His shorts exhibited the huge bulge of his throbbing cock, signaling that he was more than ready to get down to business.
As for myself, the mere sight of the man made my pussy quiver and drool, When I stood next to him naked, that was all the more enthralling. The man kind of had a spell on me, a spell that I didn't want to break, that I only wanted to nurture, to make stronger by the day.
Steven was soon totally naked. His huge cock was standing out in front of him like a proud flagpole of some kind. I couldn't help staring at it, not in the least.
I knew that I was probably being a little embarrassing to him, but he didn't seem to mind. As a matter-of-fact, I realized that my state of semi-nudity was getting him hot under the collar, and hot in the crotch as well.
He dove on top of the bed, huge prick standing up proud and strong on top of his long lean and muscular body. I could feel my cunt twitching, as I quickly pulled off my pants and bra and joined him, in my naked and willing state, on the bed.
He didn't say anything, at least with words, as I dove on top of his naked body, and began writhing about. He expressed his true feelings by the way he held me close to his naked body.
I began moving back and forth slowly on top of his naked torso. My huge tits rubbed and brushed against his smooth hairless muscular chest. I loved his smooth skin, because I could slip and slide across it sensuously, really giving my tits a work-out.
My tits crushed into him, and he expanded his huge chest so as to rub against them fully and squarely. He slid about underneath me, so that my nipples brushed his.
The two of us started moaning, softly at first, and then with ever increasing fervor. Once again I was reassured that the move I had made, and the decision to come live and work for the man, was the best one I had ever made in my life, for damn sure.
I wanted him desperately every minute of the day. It had been like that since he first sat down at my table on the train, what now seemed like centuries ago.
We had known one another less than a week, but already I felt as if we'd lived together for years. We were just natural together, no pulling, no binding. Just beautiful give and take of true emotion and wonderful sensuality.
I lifted myself up off my lover slowly, and then let my big tits fall smashing into his chest. I swirled my body in short gyrating circles so that our nipples touched each other, and the two of us were sent on a whirlwind fit of joy and ecstasy.
The more we touched each other, the hotter we got. Both of us started sweating, although the room was quite cool. We really effected each other in a highly erotic manner.
The juices began to slowly drip out of my love hole, and dribbled down onto Steven's cock. I know that he felt the liquid, because it was suddenly as if I had given him the juice of life.
He rolled over on the bed, and started kissing me passionately, as though we had just undressed, instead of having already been making love for fifteen minutes or so.
He was like an animal, who had just been electrically charged up. There was no stopping him, not that I would ever want to.
He sent his long wet tongue flying in and out of my mouth with a vengeance. I opened my own mouth willing, with great acceptance. I loved the way he kissed me. No one ever kissed me the way Steven did, ever.
I felt his cock brushing up against my pussy, my wet and still dribbling pussy. I knew that the time would be coming soon when he could withstand our erotic foreplay no longer, and he would be forced, lucky for both of us, to send his ram rod of a prick once again up into my tight but juicy twat.
I started kissing Steven's neck. I kissed it hard, as he rolled around on top of me. My neck attention drove him out of his mind with lust, and got him a little on the forceful side. I liked this a lot, and encouraged him the tougher he got.
Now mind you, I wasn't at the time, nor am I now, into heavy S&M stuff, although I feel that those who are, well, have a bang up time. However, I am into being handled roughly by a man, having him show me his strength and domination when it comes to the art of making love.
That was exactly how Steven became after I sucked on his neck with vampire like attention of wild fury and passion.
He started moving up on my body, after he got himself into an upright position. His huge cock was jutting out in front of him, and resting on my firm flat belly.
I could feel his manly love pole sliding slowly up my tummy, until it rested right between my tits. I started heaving on the bed, as if the cleavage between my two huge knockers was the entrance to my sex hole.
His cock slipped back and forth across my sweaty body sensuously, getting us both more and more aroused the longer we kept at it. His cock head brushed beside my nipples, and I thought I was going to have my fucking orgasm right then and there he got me so fucking excited.
I could feel a tiny dribble of come emanating from the tip of his prick. That was a sure sign that Steven was just as excited as I was, if not more. The guy could really get hot, I guess that was one of the main reasons why I dug him so fucking much.
He began to move his hips in a manner that lifted his cock up off me, and then sent it smashing down into my tits. He was kind of beating me with his cock, slamming his manly weapon into my two womanly jugs, over and over again, each slapping of his cock meat being a little more frenzied than the one preceding it.
This guy could really get into some heavily erotic trips, I was thinking to myself, as his cock kept on ramming on and off me.
I reached up and began to massage his smooth flat belly, as he continued beating me with his wang. The harder he beat me, the more turned on we both became.
I must admit that it was somewhat strange, and that I was having all kinds of S&M fantasies. I wondered if I would ever be able to get into really getting beaten. Steven and I had talked about the types of customers that would come to the house, and he told me that although nothing especially heavy along those lines went on while a customer was in his house, he did tell me about stories some of the girls had told him, about certain customers, who, after taking them out dining and dancing, had made them want to do extremely degrading things to earn their fees for the evening.
Although this did make me a little frightened, it also turned me on to no end.
I wondered desperately what kind of clients I would have, what their special little desires would be, and whether or not I would be able to satisfy those hidden, paid-for desires.
I realized that I would be getting all kinds of guys in my line of work, and that I was going to have to be able to handle all kinds. That didn't mean that I had to subject myself to anything that really grossed me out, but it did mean that if a customer wished me to do something that was beyond my capabilities, I could transfer him to Steven to transfer him to another girl, without getting him uptight or upset.
All these thoughts were streaming through my head as Steven continued to slam his cock back and forth against my tits.
I could feel the come from my crotch drooling down my thighs. I was hot all right, there was no getting around it. I was ready for sex and love and I knew that Steven wasn't going to disappoint me. I knew that the fury of his passion would be able to meet mine easily, effortlessly, and with determined vigor.
Suddenly Steven moved up so that his cock was brushing my cheek. Was he going to shove that monstrous organ down my throat? Well, that was just exactly what he planned on doing. And he did it.
He lifted up off me, still keeping his long muscular legs spread on either side of my frail, but shapely and full body. His cock was right up next to my mouth, and I didn't wait for further invitation than that.
I had been dying to suck the beautiful cock for a long time, and now I was going to get my wish. I tore into his balls like a woman whose fury could never be quelled.
I sucked and licked away on the two hairy love sacs, driving Steven out of his mind with lust and passion.
I kept on sucking the balls, furiously sending gobs of my own hot mouth saliva out on top of them, swirling them about in my mouth, and then spitting them back out.
I reached around behind him and grasped his two firm, now rock-hard, ass cheeks in my palms. As I sucked on the balls, getting closer and closer to the time when I would be pulling his huge cock shaft into my mouth, I squeezed his manly orbs of flesh, actually digging my fingernails into his buns.
I liked the way his ass jutted out and up behind him, and the way the skin was smooth, and extremely hard. It was like holding the two muscles in his arms, his biceps. That was what his ass felt like, only on a bigger level, of course.
As I squeezed his firm buns in my eager fingers, he slid just a little bit more up on my body, so that his cock head was resting right across my cheek. I couldn't wait any longer for the sensation of tasting his big fat throbbing cock slamming in and out of my mouth.
I squirmed around, so that my head was in the right position. I had to have my neck at just the correct angle, so that I could take full advantage of the situation, and suck him crazy.
I lifted my neck slightly, and pulled just the first inch or two of his beautiful cock into my mouth. He sighed loudly as the saliva from my mouth cavity poured unevenly down over his shaft.
I spit my hot saliva out onto his cock head forcefully, and it dribbled around the tip of his prick. He began to shake and vibrate as my blow job began to get more and more erotic, each stroke of my hot wet tongue and mouth sending him into further heights of erotic passion.
It was as if I suddenly couldn't get enough of his prick. The more I sucked, the more I wanted. I couldn't pull enough of his manhood into his mouth, nor suck it furiously enough to appease my horny appetite.
What I was doing was driving Steven up the fucking wall. He began to shove his cock in and out of my mouth forcefully, not that I needed the encouragement, but just so as to add to the excitement of the whole thing.
Inch by inch his massive pecker slipped deeper and deeper into my mouth. He grabbed a hold of my hair, and began shoving my mouth on and off his prick. I got more and more excited as his monstrous love pole kept on slamming in and out of my aching hot mouth.
His cock was so big, he was forcing my cheeks wide apart in acceptance, and I must admit, it got a little tiring.
However, the passion with which I was being driven on by, far outweighed any discomfort that I may have been feeling at the time.
The more of his cock I was forced to suck, the better it tasted. Finally, I felt the huge love sacs slamming up against my chin, and knew that all eight inches of his huge cock shaft was imbedded in my hot sensuous and eagerly sucking lips.
In and out and up and down I went on the shaft, letting the saliva flow freely from my mouth, continually kneading Steven's ass cheeks furiously with my prodding fingers.
Steven kept a firm grip on my long hair, also. He shoved my head in and out on his cock, getting his hand motion to coincide with the rhythm of my mouth, and the rhythm of his gyrating hips.
We seemed to make a great team of sensual eroticism. He pushed when I pulled, and I pulled when he pushed. Everything had a place, a time, and a great, great feeling.
For what seemed like an endless time, Steven kept on ramming his cock in and out of my mouth. The more furiously he shoved it into my oral cavity, the more furiously I pulled it in and sucked away on it.
His crotch tasted and smelled sweet, fresh with manly body odors, odors that I had grown to know and love in my young short life. I wondered if most people were just born sexually oriented, or whether or not they had to develop the taste. Whatever my particular case was, I knew that my sexual orientation was high and complete. All I could think about lately was sex, and now that Steven had come into my life, I had a constant channel for my sexual ambitions to be expressed into.
Suddenly, without warning, Steven reached behind his back, being careful not to let his prodding pecker slip out of my hot sucking mouth, and started toying with my cunt with his fingers.
He got me so horny I started jumping around on the bed. It wasn't that easy to suck his cock furiously at the same time he was tickling my pussy, and my body was shooting about on the bed in fits of ecstasy and passion.
But, I managed to do it. I was enjoying the satisfaction his fingers were giving my sex hole, while continuing to concentrate on the area of his body that was most precious to me, his beautiful, beautiful prick!!!
As he started shoving his finger into my cunt, I screamed out. My pussy was well lubricated, and his appendage slipped in effortlessly. He began to give me short little jabs, in and out of my love hole feverishly with his hot little finger, and it made me almost come.
I actually had to hold back the inevitable orgasm. Also, I slackened on my suck job just slightly, because he was kind of taking my fucking breath away he was turning me on so much. I couldn't believe the sensations reeling through my body.
In and out of my pussy went his flying finger, and in and out his cock flying in my mouth. I decided to add to this mutually exciting little love feast, so I jabbed my hot finger right up his ass hole.
His back entrance was tight as a drum, at least at first, but the persistence with which I pursued my little quest soon loosened up his hole enough to take my finger in easily.
So, I sucked and shoved, and he jabbed away, and soon, as would be expected with so much erotic stimulus going on at the same time, we were ready to come.
This time, I think it was me who got things rolling. I was enjoying sucking his big shaft so much, at the same time he was jamming his finger in and out of my come-stained and drooling pussy, that when I added the third delight of stabbing his asshole with my own hot little finger, well it was all too much for my erotic senses to handle without exploding.
My body started to shake and quiver as if someone had just plugged me in to an electric socket. The whole bed rocked with my outrageous gyrations. I began lifting my hips up and down on the bed, getting into the rhythm of his finger-fucking.
Every time he jammed his finger up my love hole, I forced my hips upward, allowing his finger to slide even further into my snatch. This extra added work on my part, if you can call it work, it was more like play, was what aided in me reaching one of the most glorious orgasms of my life.
All of a sudden I could feel my orgasm starting. I could feel the come begin gushing out of my pussy lips and dribbling down my thighs, covering Steven's prodding appendage.
The second that he knew I was coming, he began to jab his finger in and out of my pussy, tickling my little stiff clit furiously, even more passionately than he had been doing when he first started the adventure of sexual and erotic stimulation.
More and more of my very own come spewed out of my pussy. I kept on shaking violently, as if I was having some kind of a fit or something. The bed shook and I screamed as my orgasm started finally nearing its conclusion.
Just as mine was winding down, Steven's began to get going. I was so wrapped up in the throes of my own joyous orgasm, I had momentarily forgotten all about Steven, even though all the time I had been furiously fucking his cock.
Now, my mind turned its full attention once again back to his piece of manly love, his beautiful unmatched prick, as it slammed in and out of my mouth furiously, and began to come.
I could feel his cock stiffen to outrageous proportions inside my mouth cavity. It had already been quite large, but now it was more like a fucking tree trunk than a cock.
I felt the veins bulging out of the sides of the shaft, and this, to me anyway, was a sure sign that his orgasm was coming.
I felt the first tiny gush of come squirt into my mouth, and like it was an energy giving force of power, which in a way come certainly is, I became like a mad wild woman in my love efforts. I started sucking Steven harder and more furiously than I had ever sucked a cock before in my life, or for that matter, even harder than I ever imagined I could suck a cock.
In and out I went on his monstrous pole with such passion, with such fury, that I literally pulled his fucking orgasm right out of his prick. The come started gushing out of his organ like a tremendous river current.
More and more of his come spewed into my mouth. I gagged and choked so much of his fluids shot into my mouth, but that didn't stop me for a second. I kept on sucking furiously, determined to take every last bit of his hot come into my fucking sucking mouth.
By this time, Steven was yelling louder than I had ever heard him or anyone else. I thought the fucking walls were going to fall in he screamed so loud, as more and more of his gooey spunk shot out of the tip of his fat long prick.
I gulped every single morsel of his come down my throat, enjoying it all, savoring it, never wanting it to end.
However, like all good things seem to do eventually, it was over. I sucked away on his big cock until every single last drop of come squirted out of the end of his throbbing and quivering and drooling cock head.
He was shaking and screaming violently, like a wild animal who had just experienced an orgasm for the very, very first time. It was a beautiful experience and an orgasm that I will never forget, ever!
CHAPTER SIX
We made love several more times that night, before I finally fell asleep in Steven's big double bed, all cuddled up next to his broad warm shoulders, feeling safe and secure, and more important, as though I was somebody, belonging to someone.
It was this feeling of gentle and loving possession that really kept me in a constant state of high after meeting him. I had always been so fucking independent before him, thinking that men were just to fuck and suck and have a good time with, but that no man could ever be worth staying with constantly.
Funny how one's feelings can change so rapidly, and all it can take is meeting the right person, that special person, that person who can lift you high above all the peasant morality and judgmental feelings and emotions.
I knew that I was on a whole different level of consciousness with Steven, we kind of made our own little heaven, where we were heavily involved, and existing in total happiness.
Of course, I knew that the following morning I would be starting a whole new career, I thought that there could be problems, especially since I would be fucking men all different kinds of men, but I had confidence in Steven's judgment. I thought that if he wanted me to work for him, as well as be his old lady, and sleep with him every night, then he knew what he was doing and it should work out.
I slipped into unconsciousness that night with a big smile on my face. I felt like I was riding on top of the world, and indeed, that was just what I was doing.
* * *
The next morning, when I woke up, Steven was already up and dressed. The phone woke me up, and I saw him sitting behind the huge business-like desk on one side of his bedroom, writing in his appointment book. The clock on the end table told me that it was only nine a.m. I realized that the people who were his regular customers, must be anxious to visit the house again, especially since it had been closed for over two weeks.
"See you at seven then, John," Steven said, obviously talking to an old familiar customer.
"Good morning, love," he said, looking over and seeing me sitting up in the big bed.
"Good morning to you, business man," I chided him. "Taking appointments already?"
"Yes, this place is going to be crazy for the next few days. You'd think these guys couldn't get a fuck anywhere else in the whole of New York City except at my house."
"Well, that should make you happy. Sounds like business is doing great," I said optimistically.
"It is, it is, and I know I shouldn't complain. I guess I'm just getting tired of all the pressure. I've been thinking of selling the business and moving up into New Hampshire or Vermont, settling down with nature and a good woman. You know?" he said, pinching my cheek like a little kid, and looking at me with questioning eyes.
My heart was beating savagely as his words echoed in my ears like two symbols exploding in a huge orchestra.
"Why, I would think you could have your choice of women to take up into the country," I said, being a little coy, wanting to make him come out and ask me.
That's just what he did!
Apparently he wasn't in the mood for games, at least not about a question like that.
"Would you consider moving up there with me?"
My breath left my lungs as his words hit my ears.
"Yes, I would, if you want me to," I said shyly.
"You know I do," he said, looking more seriously at me than he ever had since I had first met him. There was definitely love in his eyes now, in the truest sense of the word.
"We'll talk about it later, okay?" he said.
"Sure, Steven, what about today. Do I need any instructions or anything about what to do?"
"Believe me, sugar, you know what to do very well," he said.
"You know what I mean, about the house rules, and do's and don'ts, things like that."
"Well, to start with," he began, "you should keep all your things in your own room. You see, the guys that come here like to get the feeling that they are visiting a young lady at their apartment. It's all part of the game that they are paying for."
"I see," I said.
"I want you to live with me here in my room, but during working hours, which are from six at night until two in the morning, you should stay in your room, okay?"
"Sure, Steven, I understand," I said. It was a little weird, the arrangement and all, but the whole business of selling flesh for money was somewhat on the strange side to begin with, so the house just took on an aura of uniqueness, shall we say.
"As for the rules of the house itself, and all the customers and their particular moods and requests, I will let Connie tell you all about it. She's my main girl, as far as the workers go that is, love," he said, blushing a little, when he realized what he had just said, especially after practically asking me to marry him.
"I know what you mean," I said giggling, "relax," I told him, and he did.
"When will Connie be here?" I asked.
"Well, we have a big lunch at two o'clock, and all the girls are present then. We rap about what's been going on, and what is about to on, and the girls spend the rest of the afternoon in their rooms, getting with it and themselves ready for the evening's work."
"I see. So I'll talk to Connie then?"
"Yes, I'll tell her to give you the rundown about what's going on here, she can do it better, because she'll be doing what she'll be explaining to you. Kind of first-hand information, if you know what I mean."
"Sounds great, Steven," I said confidently, "I'm sure I'll do okay."
"So am I," he said. "Want some breakfast?" he asked.
"Sure, I'm starving. All of that, ah, shall we say "exercise" last night left me with a ravenous appetite.
I saw Steven walk over to the door, and press a tiny bell near the door. In what seemed like no time at all, there was a gentle knock outside the large bedroom door.
"Come in, Esther," he said.
It dawned on me suddenly that the maid must be back on duty. It was Monday morning of a new week, and after two weeks off.
She must have been told that there would be breakfast served for two, because she never could have prepared such an elaborately made and laid-out breakfast as was now before my hungry eyes, in the amount of time that transpired between when Steven pressed the bell, and she appeared at the door.
"That looks delicious," Steven said, "nice to have you back here," he concluded.
She was a very pretty, very buxom black chick, with a smile that could melt a heart. I dug her right from the start.
Esther this is my favorite person in the world, Toni," Steven said, presenting me like I was some kind of a very special person.
Well, that was how what he said made me feel-very, very special indeed.
We said hi to one another, and Esther gave me a wink when Steven wasn't looking, as if to say, "okay, kid, doing pretty good for yourself. Landed the boss, huh?"
Steven jumped under the covers, still in his clothes for the day. Esther proceeded to serve us breakfast in bed, and what a fucking breakfast. There were eggs and pancakes, sausage, juice, English muffins and a big pot of freshly brewed coffee, with thick heavy cream.
Esther told us to have a nice meal, and after smiling at both of us, left the room as quickly as she entered.
"How long as she been working for you?" I asked Steven.
"About a year now. Believe it or not, she's going for her PHD in Chemistry at New York University, and is working here for extra money. She's on three days a week, and also fills in some nights with the men clientele if anyone is out sick, or anything like that."
"Wow, pretty busy schedule. I really like her a lot."
"Yeah, she's a sweetheart," Steven said.
"How's the breakfast?" he asked me, as I began devouring the full meal so elaborately spread out in front of me.
"Need you ask?" I said between mouthfuls, "it's fantastic.
"Glad you're enjoying it," he said, taking a long sip of his hot coffee. "Baby," he continued, a somewhat more serious tone in his voice, "about the country?"
"Yes?" I said, stopping eating, and putting my utensils down on the tray.
"I was serious about it, dead serious. I'm tired of this business and living in the city. I really want to settle down, maybe even eventually get married."
There was that word that I never thought I would want to hear before I met Steven, and that word that was the only one on my mind since I did meet him. It made my heart beat madly at the mere sound of it.
"I was serious when I said that I would go with you, under any circumstances," I told him, realizing that it was not the time to play with words, and the time for speaking exactly what I was feeling way down inside was definitely at hand.
"I love you, Toni," he said, softly leaning over and whispering it in my ear. "I haven't said that to anyone in many, many years."
"I love you, too, Steven," I said, "and I have never said that to anyone, nor do I ever expect to say it to anyone in the future. I do want to live with you darling, under any circumstances that we can arrange. I want to be with you all the time, to love you and take care of you, in and out of bed," I summed up, lightening the conversation just a little, bringing a smile to both our faces.
He leaned over and planted a long wet and very romantic and passionate kiss right on my mouth. I opened my mouth willingly and pulled in his tongue and spewing saliva. We embraced warmly, as if it was the magic seal of the binding of our mutually satisfying agreement.
We finished breakfast, lying in each other's arms. Such luxury I wasn't used to at all, but found myself adjusting to the ways of the world of money and happiness very easily. It was the exact opposite of what I had left back in Pleasantville, and for that, I was happier than I had ever been before in my life.
That morning I busied myself getting used to my new room, putting my things in my closet, and running all about the house, familiarizing myself with the interior, wanting to feel "at home" by the time night came.
At one o'clock, I showered and washed my hair. I blew it dry so that it would be fluffy and long. I wanted to look super good when I met the other chicks who worked in the house. There were fifteen in all, including myself, and I had a feeling that all of them were going to be beauties.
By the time the first girl arrived, I was feeling quite nervous. I was beginning to think that I wasn't pretty or sexy enough to work in the house, and the other girls were really going to show me up when it came to looks and class.
Well, in about ten minutes, they were all there, and quickly seated around the table. Some of them came together, in groups of threes and fours, others just strolled in independently on their own.
Each and every one of the girls were beautiful. They were of all different descriptions, long and short haired, big and small breasted, tall and short, skinny and hefty. There was a true pick of the crop among those girls, something for any man's fancy.
Steven had told me that some men chose a different girl every time he came to the house, whereas other men liked to stick to the same one, having been turned on tremendously, and not thinking that he could do any better with anyone else. These were called "steady customers" as I was soon to find out from Connie.
Finally Steven called some kind of order to the chaos created by all the women rapping. It was like a family reunion, of sorts, since the house had been closed for two whole weeks. I was sure that every one had a lot of catching up to do, as far as what was going on and all. It was obvious, even just through the feelings I got with Steven and the maid, Esther, that this house was run like one big happy family, and that was just what everybody seemed to be, very, very happy.
"Hey girls, I'd like you to meet my love, my woman, Toni," he said, turning his head to me, and then reaching over and gently kissing me on the cheeks.
Up to that point, none of the girls had paid me any special attention. They had all been polite, and had greeted me with a smile when they came into the room. But my formal introduction from their boss, brought on a very, very different attitude entirely.
All of a sudden they swarmed me with questions, like I was a long lost relative, whom they hadn't seen in years.
"Well, well, I'll leave you girls to get acquainted then," Steven said, "I'll have lunch in my room. Have a nice day, and a profitable evening," he said.
He stood up, and then gave me one more quick kiss and a little hug before he left the room, pulling the huge sliding redwood doors that separated the dining room from the hall closed shut.
While we chatted and got to know one another, Esther served us all a beautiful lunch.
I met all the girls, one by one as well as collectively. They all seemed great, until I was introduced by Sharon to Connie.
Connie was the girl that Steven had told me was his main worker, the one who had been in the house the longest, the one that was suppose to show me the ropes, so to speak.
As I gazed into her piercing blue eyes, feeling very strange feelings course through my body, she told me that after lunch she would like me to come to her room, number nineteen, and she would "break me in".
The way she said that made me frightened and excited at the same time. There was something about Connie that made me feel very uneasy. I didn't know it at the time, but I was experiencing my first lesbian tendencies. I wasn't aware of what the feelings were, naturally, because I had never experienced anything like that before.
Sure, I had some girl friends in school and all, but I had always been so interested in cock and the beautifully muscular torso of a rugged stud, that the thought of making love to another woman had never really crossed my mind.
Even now, as I stared at her, and she returned my gaze with shots of piercing fire, shots that confused and surprised me, I had no idea what was going on. All the other girls in the room seemed to disappear from view, and seemed to muffle the sound.
The only one I could see, the only thing I could hear, was the sight and sound of the beautiful tall red-headed vixen in front of me, Connie, Mistress of the Manor.
I started realizing that I was staring at her, and that that was somewhat strange. After all, I was no lesbian, I was no dyke, where were these feelings coming from. It was almost as if Connie had me under some kind of a magic spell, some kind of a hex of love passed over me, making me want her, turning my head with fanciful thoughts of my first sexual experience with a woman.
Whatever was going on, the images and ideas of making love to her became more and more prominent in my mind. Of course, the feelings, although somewhat nerve-wracking, were basically very good and stimulating, so I didn't do anything to discourage them, not by a long shot.
As a matter-of-fact, I even got a little brazen, and began visually flirting with her. I wanted her to know for sure, (although I felt she already did know, right from the beginning) that I really dug her, and that I wanted to make love to her, as best I could, considering my inexperience in homosexual ways of love-making.
The lunch went on for over an hour. All of the girls were talking about what they were doing, and about various "Johns" (what the clients were called) that would be coming in that night, and some of their more humorous little peculiarities.
I found it strange that the girls could talk about weird sexual practices and erotic sensual fantasies so openly like that, even to the point where some of the girls began to describe certain special "acts" they were requested to perform by various sex-crazed johns.
Finally, seeing that it was a little after three o'clock, the girls started to disperse. They all had little over-night bags with them, containing, I assumed, make-up and other personal things that they had probably cleared out of their rooms when the house closed two weeks ago.
They all started heading upstairs, except for Connie and I. We remained, deliberately lagging behind, both of us knowing that we wanted to talk privately, without any of the other girls around.
We had some special personal business to attend to, some private business, some sexual business.
As the last girl walked through the door, Connie yelled for her to close it tightly.
The girl did, and the two of us were alone, in the dead silence of the large ornate formal dining room.
I knew that all the girls were heading for their rooms, that the maid was busy in the kitchen washing the dishes which she had quickly cleared while the girls were nosily filing out of the room, and that Steven was upstairs in his, or I should say "our" room, probably taking calls, and setting up appointments for all the girls that night, and probably for the rest of the week as well.
"So, you and Steven are lovers?" Connie asked me, looking me dead in the eye when she spoke.
My mouth went dry, my tongue seemed to get tied in knots, and my heart started pounding fiercely as I looked at her and tried to speak.
"Ah, well, yes, I am," I stuttered, feeling kind of like a little schoolgirl on her very first date.
"You know, you must be something else. Steven and I have been friends for over ten years, and I've never seen him get hung up on anyone, not really. Maybe it's because of the business he's in, and that sex and variety in numbers is always available to him. All he has to do is open the door to his room and there it is, blatantly staring him in the face.
"Know what I mean?" she concluded.
"Yeah, I guess so," I said, thinking about what she had said, and realizing that there was probably a great deal of truth to it.
"So anyway, like I said, you must be something else?" she said, looking me up and down with a burning lust in her eyes. I could tell that she wanted my body, that was obvious now, more than obvious.
She moved her head a little closer to mine, and then just came right out and said it, catching me completely off guard.
"Would you like to make love with me?"
I was shocked. More that she had the nerve to just come right out and say it, than the actual fact of doing it to begin with. I was dumbfounded. I just stared back at her, not knowing what to say or do.
She must have picked up a positive sparkle in my eyes, because my lack of answer didn't slow down her approach one bit.
"Come on, why don't we go up to my room, and I'll at least show you what Steven wants to tell you about the business, okay?"
"Sure, that would be good," I said, getting up from the table, and feeling that my visit to her room was going to be a training session, however, I felt that the training was going to be in the form of lesbian love, and not the rules of the house.
I followed her through the huge sliding wooden doors, and up three flights of stairs to her room. It was a beautiful room, all decorated in pink and gold. The bed, another four poster as all of them were, was decorated in the same material of pink lace that was on the curtains covering the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.
The room smelled fresh and sweet. The window was opened, and the sunshine from the bright afternoon was filtering in through the shades. It was a beautiful setting, a romantic setting, a time and place for making love.
I tried to figure out the position of her room, and realized that she was directly in line with Steven, two floors underneath. It made me feel a little squeamish thinking of him up there, because I knew that before I left this room, I was going to have physical contact, in one form or another, with the beautiful red-headed vixen standing in front of me.
"Now let me see, where should I begin. Sit down, honey, sit down on the bed and relax."
I smiled at her and sat on the edge of the bed, keeping my eyes fixed on her beautiful smiling face, her long red hair hanging down over her tight sweater, resting on the edge of her hugely protruding tits.
"Well, you have to remember that the guys who come to see you are creating a fantasy in their minds. You are getting paid to help them live out that fantasy to the best of your ability. Now naturally, you are not required to do anything that strongly goes against your moral code, or that you feel you are physically unable to do. If you ever get into a situation like that, where things get too heavy for you to handle, and talking politely to the customer doesn't persuade him to drop the line of aggression, than there is a little button right against the comer post of your bed."
She pointed to her post, and I turned and found the button. It was the same color of the wood, and matched in perfectly.
"Ah haaaa," I said, like I was some kind of spy.
"It is pretty clever, don't you think? Actually, it was my idea. Once, a long time ago when Steven first opened this place up, and I was his only worker, with two other part time girls, a man got a little crazy with me. Steven was on the top floor, and even though I yelled, he didn't hear me."
"What happened?" I asked curiously, wondering how she got out of the sticky situation, and wondering myself how I would handle the same circumstance.
"Well, I finally ended up hitting the guy over the head with my lamp, not very cool at all, but I was fearful for my life, especially when I knew Steven wasn't going to come to my assistance, just because he couldn't hear me. Dig?"
"Yeah! So is that when you had him put the buzzers in?"
"Yes. The buzzer sounds a loud alarm right in the middle of the hallway on each floor. As it turned out, we have never once had to use it. But if any of us to get in trouble, a buzzer going off like that, especially in a whore house, even a high-classed one, will sure as hell get everybody out of bed and out into the hall."
"That it would," I said. "Anything else I have to know?"
"Not too much, except just try and make the guy happy. You never know. Christine has a guy who comes in once a week, plays gin-rummy with her naked, and gives her fifty dollars. So, you never know."
"Shit, really?"
"Yeah, really. He gets off on it, so if he's paying all that money and that's his bag, then why the hell not?"
"Yeah, I guess you're right. After all, that's what it's all about, freedom, and paying for any pleasure you want, right?"
"Yeah, right," she said. "Also, you should try to keep your room really neat and smelling fresh and sweet. There are huge linen closets on every floor, and we have to make a fresh bed after each and every customer, even if they don't take off their fucking clothes. That's a house rule of Steven's. He wants the place free of any germs and bacteria at all times, which understandably is a very good attitude, especially in this line of work."
"I agree, I agree," I said smiling, thinking of my beautiful old man, and how together he was in everything he seemed to do and feel. He was truly a remarkable person, and all the more I knew that I had made the right decision about him, even way back when I first allowed him to join me for coffee on the train. Shit, that seemed like centuries ago.
"Just about everything else you'll have to figure out yourself. You'll probably be a little nervous the first night, most girls are. Steven knows you, probably better than any of us, considering the circumstances," she smiled at me when she said, this, kind of a knowing smile, "so he'll either book you for every minute, or only give you one customer all night."
"Why one extreme or the other?" I asked her, confusion spreading through my stimulated mind.
"Well, from experience we've found out that on the first night, even if a girl thinks everything will be cool, she usually goes through a pretty uptight period. With some chicks, sitting in the room with only one or two customers to handle makes them more relaxed. On the other hand, some girls freak out just sitting there, and they have to be screwing all fucking night long."
"How does Steven decide how the booking is done?" I asked.
"Usually, he has pretty heavy interviews with new workers, so he gets to feel them out, so to speak, as to what they would be like on the first night. Sometimes he just comes out and asks them if they want a heavy or a light booking."
"Do certain girls always get certain guys?"
"Some times, if the customer insists on the same girl. Otherwise, Steve usually splits it up, so that all the girls get a crack at a particularly well-hung man, or a man with a special talent that all the girls want to experience, in one form or another."
I sat there digesting all of the things that Connie was laying on me. I knew that there was a hell of a lot to learn before I ever knew as much about the business as she did, but I was going to do my best. I also realized that there was a certain amount of knowledge or "feeling" for the house and the work , that would only come in due time. Experience was all important in this line of work, I was finding that out right from the start.
As I sat there on the edge of the bed, I drifted into kind of a dreamy state, thinking about Steven, the night ahead, and the many nights working in the house. I also was thinking about going to New England, and eventually marrying Steven, something I was now convinced was going to happen.
I got so wrapped up in my own little trance, I didn't even notice the tall red-headed vixen come up beside me on the bed.
However, the second her warm lips touched the back of my neck, I snapped out of my dream-like state of being in an instant.
What was funny, was that I didn't pull back. Her lips rested gently on the back of my neck, and she began to kiss me softly and tenderly. I knew that if I wanted to stop her advances, all I would have to do would be to get up from the bed and leave the room.
I wasn't tied, she hadn't threatened me in any way, there wasn't one thing keeping me there, except myself. And, it was myself, I soon realized, who was eager to taste a woman's body, to experiment, to try some new form of sexual enlightenment.
I leaned forward, so that my neck was fully exposed to Connie's busily and eagerly sucking mouth. Once she saw this sign of non-rejection, this sign that I wasn't going to go running and screaming from the room, she proceeded to get more and more forward with her homosexual initiation.
Actually, I knew that she knew I wanted it. She had known from the time when we were sitting downstairs at the dining room table, and I hadn't turned away when she had sent me those heavy looks, those looks which could spell one thing, and one thing alone-sexual interlude!
"Ohhhh," I moaned out loud, as she started to kiss my neck more and more feverishly.
One of her hands came over and rested on my bare thigh. The skirt that I was wearing was quite short, and her hand rested high up on my leg. I could feel the twinge already beginning in my pussy. She was exciting me all right, that was for damn sure.
I didn't know exactly what to do. I wasn't sure how she would want to make love, or if she wanted to be the aggressor or the passive one in the whole thing. I decided that since she had initiated the little episode from the offset, I would let her carry it through. I would only be the aggressor if she gave me the leeway to, or suggested that I should.
I was getting quite excited, as her warm mouth moved from the back of my neck, down to the side of my neck. Then, she began kissing and blowing gently into my ear, an action that never failed to turn me on passionately, no matter who was doing it.
Suddenly, the sex of the person whom I was making love with, although not unimportant, became much less important than I thought it would be. Sure, she was a girl, and so was I. But, big fucking deal! We were reaching out in love to one another, and I didn't see one single thing harmful in that, not even one!
CHAPTER SEVEN
My senses began to reel, as I gave in to Connie and her demanding ways. She was literally eating my neck apart by this time, Back and forth across the back of my neck, down the side, her tongue jutting in and out of my ear savagely, each stroke getting me more and more excited.
I couldn't hold off any longer. I fell back on the big double bed, spreading my arms up over my head, pushing my tits high in the air, I gave into her completely, totally. I was hers to have and hold, to ravage, to make love with, to do whatever she wanted with.
I was going to be the best pupil of homosexual love ever to come along. I wanted to learn it all, by experiencing it all, feeling it all, caressing it all, and most important of all, coming like mad with her.
I wanted to let it all hang out, so to speak, and I had a feeling that Connie was going to be just the girl to do it with.
I didn't actually forget about Steven, not by a long shot. However, I realized that I did have my own life to lead, even if I was his old lady, and especially where matters of sexual interest were concerned, considering the house I was in and everything that was around me, I knew that there would be lots of times when I would have to make up my own mind about something, as I was doing right then.
I wanted Connie, it got down to that simple fact. She wanted to teach me the ways of womanly love, and I wanted to learn-so, we were off, into the world of savage homosexual sex. Playing with one another, toying with one another, learning and teaching all rolled into one.
I stretched my long womanly body out on the bed, so as to make it as easy as possible for voluptuous red-headed Connie to get at any part of my body she wanted, I was being completely passive at first. After all, this was the first time I had ever made it with a woman, and I was a little nervous. Not only that, but I wasn't sure exactly what to do, and when to do it. I wanted to let Connie teach me her hidden ways.
I knew that once I got relaxed, once we got down to the nitty gritty of our love-making practices, I would become as savage as Connie, or maybe even more so. I was far from being a prude, but my age and my experience in love with a woman made me hold back slightly.
"Shit, you're beautiful," Connie whispered to me softly, kissing my ear tenderly, letting the saliva continue to flow in and out of my ear canal.
I could feel tiny goose bumps all up and down my back and shoulders, the result of this woman's affection. She really seemed to have a way about her, a way that I was finding more than just averagely attractive.
As she continued kissing me around the neck, her hands on my body roamed higher and higher, at the same time she applied more and more pressure on it. I began to gyrate about on the edge of the bed, thinking of what it would be like if she started fingering me.
I was really naive at that point, and didn't know what the fuck two woman would do together. I had heard about dildo's although I hadn't seen one, and I guessed that they could probably finger-fuck one another, but without a real cock, I couldn't see how true climax could be reached.
Of course, I was to find out before the afternoon was fiver, that was for damn sure.
Connie was wearing a long black dress, that was cut almost down to her fucking navel. Her huge jugs were almost completely visible, and as she writhed about on top of me, one of her tits fell out of the loosely supported dress.
It was gigantic, even larger than my huge thirty-eights, and I had to touch it, to caress it, to feel it.
While she continued her relentless neck attack, I reached forward and began massaging her exposed tit. This was the first real action that I undertook, and it was a clear, more than obvious sign, that I liked the way it felt. She was treating me well and I was going to be a more than willing student of her homosexual teachings.
"Ohhhh," she moaned, as I started to massage her big boob in my little but eager fingers.
It was strange feeling the soft womanly orb of flesh, but I found that I dug the shit out of it. The more I played with her tit, the hotter I became, and the hotter she became.
Apparently Connie couldn't handle this foreplay any longer, and she swung her long shapely torso over on top of me, stretching out over me, covering every inch of my body with her own, crushing me into the firm mattress.
I felt the weight of her frame covering mine, and at the same time I felt a sudden dripping in my pussy. That was my first real sign that I wouldn't have any trouble at all making love to the passionate, highly erotic and sensual woman.
True, it was weird, strange, different, unique, but I loved every single fucking second of it.
Her huge tits crushed against my own. She began to gyrate her body about on top of me, deliberately squeezing her own tits into mine, crushing them, toying with them passionately.
It was kind of like she was using her two huge jugs as weapons of communication between us. They were speaking many erotic things, and believe you me, I was listening!
She lifted her face up off me (it had been nestled down beside my warm neck, still kissing and sucking away) and pressed her lips firmly to my own.
This was doubly exciting for me. Not only was it the first time I had ever kissed a woman sexually, but I had never really kissed a woman before in my life.
My mother was a fucking savage, having no feelings for me whatsoever. I don't ever remember kissing her, even as a little child. So, the touch of another woman's lips next to mine, for whatever the reason, was a truly stimulating, a truly unique and erotic experience.
I melted into her embrace. I opened my mouth wide as her soft but determined lips pressed against my own. Our tongues met in a frenzied passion, as saliva flowed freely betwen our oral cavities.
The longer we kissed, the hotter I became. It isn't easy to compare the way I felt with Connie, to the way I felt when I was with Steven, or any other man for that matter.
You see, it was truly unique. It was a feeling unto itself. A feeling that couldn't be compared with anyone or anything else, because it just wasn't. All I did know was that it was a feeling that I liked, and was getting to like more the longer we were together.
CHAPTER SEVEN
For a fleeting moment I wondered if I would become totally gay myself. After all, it was merely a question of bed preference, and Connie was truly turning me on.
But, no, I realized that this was just a little adventure, some fun on side. I knew that Steven was my true love, and that as soon as he was ready to, and if he still wanted me to at the time, I would head up into New England to get lost with him, and make love the rest of our lives.
However, I did see the future possibility of more and more such escapades with Connie, and, for that matter, other women in the house or outside the house. Actually, I was elated that I was being turned on to another, entirely different but equally passionate form of love-making.
Connie's tongue was energetic. It flew in and out of my mouth savagely, forcing my lips open, bringing with it a seemingly never-ending supply of her own hot saliva.
She began to slide down on my body, kissing every inch of my skin, getting it wet with her hot and tantalizing mouth juices.
I shoved my crotch up and it rubbed against the smooth material of her dress. I could feel the juices flowing in my pussy, and knew that it wasn't going to be hard at all to get to the point where I would be ready to come.
This red-headed vixen knew how to get me hot all right, and she was using that knowledge to the best of her ability, keeping me in a constant state of physical and emotional turmoil and excitement.
She ground her crotch back into mine. I could feel her hairy bush underneath the thin material of her dress, and realized that she didn't have any underwear on.
At first I thought that this was a little weird, but considering the line of work that she was in, and that she was going to be out of her clothes more than in them for the rest of the night, it really wasn't that strange at all.
Connie began to work her way down over the nape of my neck. As she was doing this, kissing every square inch of my body as she went, keeping the flow of saliva pouring out of her mouth steadily, she began to undo the buttons of my blouse with her talented fingers.
I couldn't help but be amazed at the way she undressed the top half of my body, seeming to be totally involved in her kissing. It was almost like a slick mechanical motion, and her physical prowess turned me on a great deal. It was obvious to me that she had done this thing with women many, many times. I wasn't sure if she was a total lesbian or not, but it didn't really matter. I knew that I was lucky to be with her for my first homosexual experience. Being with anyone else, it would have been totally different, and even could have become quite negative.
Positive feelings, however, were the only feelings that I was having at that point and time. My nervous system was quivering, as Connie expertly and smoothly exposed my gigantic throbbing and pulsating jugs.
She wasted no time at all once they were exposed. She shot her talented hot mouth down over them, pulling my right tit into her eagerly sucking mouth.
I felt her long hot tongue swirling all about my breasts, driving me into higher and higher tits of passion with each stroke. She was a talented woman, for damn sure.
Over and over she licked and fondled my breasts. The hot mouth juices kept on flowing, soaking my breasts, making them slippery and sensual. Her mouth flew back and forth, between the orbs, sliding over my cleavage, taking in every inch of my womanly flesh.
Connie became like a wild woman in her attack. The more she kissed and sucked on my huge titties, the more she seemed to want. It was as if she couldn't possibly ever get enough of my big knockers.
Of course, I was flipping out from the erotic treatment she was giving my tits. As far as I was concerned, she could devour my breasts all she wanted. The feelings were great, and getting better all the time.
I heaved upward, shoving my breasts into her mouth, forcing the fleshy mountains of pleasure down her throat. She had avoided my nipples up to that point, merely skimming over them in the process of eating my boobies.
However, she suddenly began a relentless nipple attack, that was to send me into fits of erotic and passionate rapture. She chomped down on my stiff little projectiles of flesh, causing me a weird combination of pleasure and pain at the same time.
I started to look at this whole adventure completely different from the way I was looking at it before we really got underway with our love-making, when it was more in the suggestive stages of our heated passion.
I began to realize that it was natural for a woman to turn another woman on. After all, a woman, in this case beautiful Connie, knew what excited her the most. She knew the way she liked to be felt and kissed and loved more than anyone could, so therefore, that was what she was doing to me, another woman. The whole thought of homosexuality suddenly became much more understandable to me, and it was much easier for me to relate to gay men and women, and my own experience that was presently underway.
I guess I reached a point of serenity in my mind, a point where I could just relax and go with the flow, because that was just what I did.
As Connie began to chew away on my nipples, and sparks of erotic passion coursed through my nervous system like bolts of lightning on a warm summer's night, I let my mind race through the heavens, to an enlightened state of total erotic absorption.
I was at one with myself, and it was beautiful!
I suddenly loosened up completely, and became as much of a womanly savage as Connie had become.
"Come on, baby, suck that fucking tit," I screamed, the words just flowing out of my mouth, seeming to come from nowhere.
"Oh, I love your tits," Connie mumbled, when she dared take her mouth off my jugs long enough to speak.
As she continued to kiss and lick my tits, all the while biting down savagely on my stiff and extremely turned-on nipples, she started sliding her hand up my thigh, closer and closer to the destination she so lustfully had on her mind, my little dripping pussy.
Inch by inch her hand worked its way under my skirt. She could have just shot her hand right up in there, I certainly wouldn't have stopped her, and began toying with my pussy. But, Connie was much more erotic than that. She was taking it easy, slowly exciting me into higher and higher fits of rapture.
I quivered as her hand got closer and closer to my snatch. I wanted to take her fingers and ram them up my own fucking cunt, but I knew that she would have to do it in her own time. It was almost like pleasurable torture, as I writhed about on the bed under her love-spell and domineering ways of passion.
I felt beads of sweat pouring across my brow, and knew that the increase in body temperature was a sure sign that my orgasm was begging to be brought shooting forth.
If and when Connie did get around to finger-fucking me, I had a feeling that I would shoot my load of gism, fly into many multiple orgasms, before she jabbed me more than a couple of times.
Time would tell!!!
Finally her fingertips reached the bottom of my pink-laced undies. They started toying with the fringe along the bottom, all the time keeping a steady sucking and chewing motion going on my huge tits.
The double sensations that were coursing through my body kept me in a constant state of emotional and physical turmoil.
I was getting so worked up, I didn't know if I was going or coming. This girl was really getting to me, really making me enjoy love-making to a new and extremely heightened level of consciousness.
"Let's get undressed," Connie said suddenly, apparently not able to contain her emotions another minute, and as anxious as I was to feel our shapely curvaceous and buxom bodies co-mingling together.
"I thought you'd never ask," I moaned out softly, not wasting another second.
It was true! I too was eager to see and feel Connie's naked flesh. I was eager to taste my first pussy, to ram my tongue passionately in and out of her snatch. I knew that it was going to be a different and exciting thing to do, and I was eager to experience it.
We both jumped off the bed hurriedly. In two seconds flat, we had undressed, and stood facing one another, stark naked as the day we were born. However, our bodies were a hell of a lot more developed than the day we were born.
In a lot of ways, looking at Connie's naked body was a lot like looking at my own in a mirror. Except for the red hair, and the slightly larger breasts, we were built almost exactly the same.
We both had long lean and very shapely legs, a nice-looking pussy, small waist, huge knockers. All the fixings to make a voluptuous woman. However, there was something older, more experienced in Connie's presence. Something which attracted me to her.
"Your even more beautiful than I had imagined," I said to her, gazing at her womanly frame.
"So are you, love," she said to me, walking forward, and pulling me close to her body.
We fell over on the bed, and in an instant were off in a whirlwind and highly erotic sexual union.
Connie and I wrestled about like a couple of animals, feeling each other's flesh, exploring tenderly the different parts of our bodies, exciting one another tremendously with each touch, each caress, and each kiss.
The moaning and groaning got louder and louder, as Connie and I kept at it. It was me who decided finally to take the aggressive role. It was becoming more and more natural feelings of making love to this voluptuous woman, and I was getting eager to tear into her.
I started sliding down her body, as she had been doing relentlessly to me for the past fifteen minutes or so. I kissed her neck, and then slowly but surely moved down to her tits. They were gigantic.
From the second I took her right tit into my mouth and began sucking it, swirling my tongue relentlessly over her stiff fat and long nipple, I knew that I loved womanly tit.
I went crazy with passion, not seeming to be able to get enough of her jug into my mouth.
Her tits were fucking outrageous, they were so large and soft. They stood out in front of her body proud and strong. She didn't wear a bra, at least she hadn't that night, but her tits were anything but sagging. They were standing out stiff, even turning up slightly at the ends. The sight of her breasts drove me into fits of erotic rapture. I kept diving on and off them furiously, kissing them, slurping and licking them, toying with her nipples, chewing on them, letting my tongue fly around the sharp little points savagely, turning her and myself on at the same time.
The pace of our love-making increased steadily, until the two of us were almost out of our mind with desire. We squeezed each other tighter and tighter, not being able to get close enough to each other. It was as if we wanted to climb right into each other's bodies, and disappear into the warm and highly sensual flesh.
Suddenly Connie began to swivel around on the bed, all the time holding me, kissing me all over, wherever her mouth happened to land on my highly sensitive flesh.
I knew that she was working herself into a sixty-nine position, and for that I was elated. I had been eager to feel how her talented tongue would feel on my sexually thirsty pussy.
I moved with her, so that my face was right in front of her fragrantly sweet and obviously leaking snatch. We got to each other's pussy at the same time, but it was Connie who shot forward, and began to work my cunt over furiously with her tongue.
I was so shocked by the sensations that she caused in my nervous system from her tongue-job, that I couldn't move at first. I just lied there, and let her service me, that was all I was capable of.
Her tongue started toying with my cunt lips, spreading them apart, tickling them, spewing hot saliva out onto them, and driving me up the fucking wall.
I quivered as she ventured further inside my pussy. Inch by pulsating inch she worked her long wet tongue deeper and deeper into my love hole, caressing the sides of my cunt with her prodding appendage, spewing saliva continually all over my clit and pussy lips.
My stiff little clitty responded feverishly as she jabbed at it with her tongue, sending continual shots of electric impulses of eroticism throughout my nervous system.
Finally she started what was like a fucking motion with her tongue. She would pull it all the way out of my snatch, and then with one mighty thrust she would send it flying deep into my hole, as I would contract and writhe in the pleasures of her endeavor.
Then she would pull the tongue out, deliberately scraping the sides of my cunt, letting the saliva flow freely from her mouth, tickling me all the way, before she would once again shove it forward.
The tempo of her tongue-fucking increased steadily with each thrust, until she was sending her tongue in and out of me with snake-like furiousness. I writhed about on the bed, rocking my hips toward her every time she sent her tongue into my body, and pulling back when she would go to pull it out.
I didn't know how much longer I would be able to contain myself. I was getting very worked up, and all the long foreplay we had participated in before had certainly added to the stimulating feeling I was already enjoying. I knew that it wouldn't be long at all before I was ready to shoot my gism into her willing mouth cavity.
My urge to suck her own cunt, finally overpowered the feelings I was enjoying personally as she ate my own pussy out. I had to taste her snatch, I had to return the pleasure that she was giving to me and bestowing upon all my five senses.
I slipped my hands under her firm round ass, and pulled her crotch right up to my mouth. As she continued to work my pussy over, I started to explore her own cunt with my tongue, a fever burning inside of me, a fever that was spurring me onward, into deeper and deeper levels of compassionate union with this highly stimulating and voluptuous creature.
I stuck my tongue out, and brushed against some of her pubic hairs. Her pussy was giving off a sweet and fresh aroma, and the smell permeated my nostrils.
I started moving my tongue around her snatch slowly, exploring the womanly private area inch by inch, savoring each second and each area of her snatch, getting her and myself more and more worked up as I went along.
Connie could have very easily taken my hair in her hands, and shoved my face forward, forcing me to lick her swollen pussy savagely. However, she was leaving me to my own devices, letting me explore, like the somewhat innocent child I was. Of course, as far as sex with men went, I was anything but innocent. But, as far as sex with women went, I was a true innocent and exploration was the name of the game at that point, and exploring was exactly what I did. Eagerly, lustfully, I jabbed her pussy, parting her leaking cunt lips with my hot saliva-coated tongue. Her body quivered as my tongue-attack got more and more savage, more personal, as I pressed forward in my quest for cuntal pleasures, and to give the same to my beautiful sex partner, voluptuous and enticing Connie.
She began to move her hips forward and backward slightly, so that when I shoved my tongue forward, her crotch moved forward just a little bit too, letting my tongue slip deeper and deeper into her snatch.
The juices were really beginning to flow from her cunt. The more I licked around her clit and the lips, the extremities of her pussy, the more excited she became, and therefore the more juices she would release.
I licked them up feverishly, relishing them, enjoying their odor and their flavor. The more I licked, the more she spewed, and so on, and so on, until I was getting the girl extremely excited and worked up.
I began to jab my tongue deeper and deeper into her snatch. I felt her stiff little clitty at the top of her cunt passage, and deliberately tickled it with my tongue.
This action brought even more gyrations, and screams and moans of pleasure and ecstasy from beautiful Connie. I was elated that I, the inexperienced one in the love-duo, was obviously able to give her as much pleasure as she was affording me.
That made me feel very good indeed!
I shot my tongue all the way inside her pussy, feeling her warm soft cuntal membranes, and her juicy cunt walls. Now I was in her as far as I could go, and the taste and sensations were highly erotic.
The two of us were now engulfing one another with our plunger-like motions. The more we jabbed our tongues into each other's pussies, the more excited we became, and the more excited we became, the more we jabbed. It was like a sexual cycle of erotic passion, increasing tempo and strength with each and every new thrust.
I felt the come burning inside my thighs. I knew that I wouldn't be able to hold out for too long before I was forced to go into fits of orgasmic pleasure. I was getting far too excited to contain myself much longer.
It was Connie who broke off our glorious sixty-nine position, and just in the nick of time. If she had let the episode continue more than another minute, I knew that I would have reached my orgasm, without a doubt.
Connie once again swivelled her long lean and voluptuous frame up around so that she was kneeling over me. She looked like she was getting into the position to fuck me, but of course I knew that was impossible.
Or was it?
I watched her, as she parted my thighs gently with her knees. I thought that perhaps she was just going to dive down and begin licking my pussy all over again.
She slowly reached into the little end table near the head of the bed, and after fumbling about a little bit, she pulled out the longest rubber dildo I had ever laid eyes on in my life.
"What's that?" I asked her in disbelief, as she waved the menacing looking object over me, and I realized that she had ever intention in the world of sticking it up my cunt.
"It's a two-headed dildo. See?" she said, turning the other end around, and showing me that it had a cock-head shape on it as well. "We can fuck each other with it, want to try?"
Everything that I had done with the sensuous woman up to that point had been highly stimulating and exciting. I decided that whatever I did from then on in with her, could only get better.
The dildo looked extremely large, especially long, and outrageously thick, but I knew that she wouldn't hurt me. I also was confident that if anything started to happen that began to turn me off, she would surely stop pursuing the present line of adventure.
With this confidence in the woman instilled in me, just from the way she had been with me up to that point, I agreed to try the double-dildo fuck.
"Great, you won't regret it," she said.
As she towered over me, her tits waving out in front of her proudly, strongly, and extremely sensual, she jabbed one end of the rubber cock up her cunt. I heard her cry out' with pleasure as the huge object flew up into her pussy. She ground the fucking object deeper and deeper in her cunt. She began shaking convulsively as inch by inch her half of. the rubber cock slipped into her pussy, disappearing from sight.
I watched, as at least eight inches of the gigantic cock sunk into her flesh. She didn't need any lubrication, as her pussy was leaking profusely from cunt juices.
With half of the rubber cock, the two headed monster that is, rammed into her snatch, she proceeded to lean forward, letting the other end of the love pole rest firmly up against my cunt hole.
She started to lower her body on me, which pushed the rubber cock up into my snatch.
I screamed out with ecstatic pleasure as the ramrod flew down into my hole. Deeper and deeper it went. I felt the strange rubber object scraping against the sides of my slippery come-stained pussy, as deeper and deeper it went, in a never-ending plunge to my inner depths.
I threw my arms around Connie's waist, and with one mighty pull, yanked her into my body, sending her tits once again crashing up against mine, and also causing the last few inches of the double-dosing cock of rubber to go flying into my snatch.
The sensation of the dildo and her body together at the same time sent me into fits of erotic passion. I hugged her, and then found her lips with my own, and kissed her furiously.
I was telling her without words how erotic I was feeling, how much I was enjoying the pleasures that she was showing me, that I was experiencing with and through her.
She slowly began to gyrate her hips forward and back, like the way a man would do if he was on top of me fucking me. I did the same thing, and the result was that the double-headed dildo began slipping back and forth in my cunt, and in hers, giving us the same amount of pleasure at the same fucking time.
I loved the feelings the rubber cock was affording me, as it slipped sensuously in and out of my burning and rather juicy pussy. I knew that it wasn't going to take many of these highly stimulating strokes to bring my orgasm bursting forward.
Connie began fucking me like a female bitch in heat. In and out of me went the flying rubber cock, as she ground her hips up against me with deliberate gusto and heated fury.
"I'm going to come," I began saying, over and over again, as she seeming not to hear me, continued to gyrate about, so that the rubber cock was flying in and out of both of us at the same time, with equal amount of pleasure and eroticism.
I knew by her non-verbal reply, that she was saying to go ahead, come if you want, because I'm ready to. It was just the feeling that I got, that made me know that was what she was saying.
I lifted my hips up and off the bed in short jerking motions, letting the rubber cock sink even deeper into the depths of my worn and juicy snatch. I couldn't take it any longer.
My orgasm began!
What had to be the greatest orgasm of my life started to explode my senses. At the same time as my pussy began to ooze its gism, covering the rubber cock completely with love juices, Connie too began to come.
The two of us got caught up in the throes of erotic shaking and convulsions. I could feel the bed rocking underneath me, and knew that we were both enjoying the mutually satisfying orgasmic release of come at the same instant.
That doubled the excitement for me. I knew that I had given Connie a great orgasm, and that made me feel very, very good. After all, I was the inexperienced one in this little episode, the one who was suppose to be learning from her, and if I, with my own natural instincts could bring her such highly energetic fits of passion, than I must be pretty hot stuff, as Steven often referred to me as.
Our orgasms went on for a seemingly never-ending amount of time. I would just think I had finished coming, when my orgasm would start all over again, as if it had never begun in the first place.
However, it finally did end, regretfully for both of us.
Connie fell over on top of me in a pile of exhausted and wasted physical flesh. She was panting almost as loudly as I was, exhausted from our mutually enjoyable orgasm.
I held her to me tightly, and didn't say a word.
At the time, it wasn't necessary!
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Oh shit, look at the time," Connie said suddenly. We had rested in each other's arms for a long time, even keeping the rubber cock imbedded deeply in our love holes.
"Wow, aren't we suppose to start work at eight?" I asked, seeing that it was quarter past seven already.
"We sure are, and I have to shower and make my bed up and all that stuff. We'd better get going quickly. You may not have a customer right at eight, but I know I do. Every Monday Mr. Robbins, eight sharp. He's always punctual, too. Besides, he's a heavy tipper some nights, and I wouldn't want to piss him off by being late."
"Sure, let's get going," I said, eager myself to get my room ready for my first customer and also wanting to see Steven.
Shit, poor Steven. I wondered what he was doing all this time. I had been with Connie for several hours, fucking our brains out, having a great time, while Steven was probably answering phones and things like that. I wondered if he knew what we were up to. It was hard to imagine that he didn't, but there was always that possibility.
Connie slowly lifted up off of me, allowing the long rubber cock to slip noisily out of her snatch. She moaned as the rubber cock-head plopped out of her pussy hole.
Without wasting any time, she reached down and slowly pulled the other half out of my own snatch. I too moaned as she dragged the incredibly long piece of thick rubber up and out of my snatch. It felt like she was pulling a tree trunk out of my cunt instead of a mere dildo, however that mere dildo, was one large piece of rubber, believe you me.
THE END of the monster, the part that looked like a man's cock head, finally plopped out of my hole. I sighed deeply as the erotic passions swelled up within me as the cock head brushed against my clitty, stirring excitement once again inside of me. Already I was once again charged up, eager to make love with the vital sensual woman all over again. I could have started right then and there, with all the gusto that I excited the first time we made it together, just a little while before.
However, I knew that duty was calling both of us. We both knew what we had to do, and that was go to work. After all, that was what we were there for. Of course, I had other duties in the house, like making love to the sexy owner of the place, if you could call that work. I was getting somewhat anxious to see Steven, and to see what he was up to.
Once the rubber cock was completely out of my body, we both jumped up off the bed. We toweled ourselves off, and although Connie asked me if I would like to take a shower with her, I refused.
"That really sounds great, sugar," I said, "but if I jump under the shower with you, I'm not going to be able to leave unless we make it again. You turn me on to much. We better save it for later, look, it's almost seven-thirty. We have to get a move on."
"You're right, Toni, but remember, we have a rain date for the shower," she said, and we both burst into hysterical fits of laughter.
Steven's door was closed when I got upstairs, so I went inside of my own room. He was sitting on the bed, his head over in his hands, all spiffed up to greet the customers.
"Hi love," I said to him, afraid that he was going to explode because I had spent the whole afternoon with Connie.
"Hi," he said, obviously in the middle of some heavy thought.
"Anything wrong?" I asked him, my heart beating savagely. I had begun to feel that perhaps I had made a big mistake letting Connie seduce me that way, and then spending the whole fucking afternoon with her once I found out how great it was to make love to her.
"Well, I've just reached a decision, and I don't know what you are going to think about it."
"Oh, tell me Steven, is it about Connie?"
I was afraid to hear the answer.
"Connie?" he said, a quizzical look on his face.
"Yes, didn't you know that Connie and I spent the afternoon together?"
"Oh that," he said, a big grin spreading over his face. "Well, I wasn't sure of it, but I figured as much. Connie's bi-sexual, and never passes up the opportunity to fuck a good-looking woman. I knew that she wanted you the second she laid eyes on you, that's why I left her to her bidding during lunch. I figured you were a big girl, and could make your own decisions. Besides, I thought that the experience of sleeping with another woman might do you well. Did it?"
"Oh, Steven, how you are so understanding, so fucking beautiful. I'm so lucky that you love me, and that I love you. I think I'm on top of the world."
"Well, don't get too excited, love, until I tell you the decision that I've reached. After you hear it, you may not be jumping around so ecstatically as you are now."
I began to get worried. He had a strained look on his face, like he was making a rather large decision in his life. I knew that he had been sitting in my room waiting for me to get done with Connie, and that his decision he was obviously waiting to share with me, to see what my opinion would be.
I had no idea what it was about, but I was afraid that he was going to tell me that the situation he had originally thought was going to work out so well, that of me living in the house, as well as being one of his workers, just wasn't going to make it now.
The thought of ending up back out on the street, and even more important, of ending up without Steven's love, scared the shit out of me. I felt an empty feeling swelling up inside of me, a feeling that I had back home in Pleasantville, a feeling that I thought I had left behind me, along with all of the small-town morality and judgmental absurdities.
I sat down on the bed, my heart beating a mile a minute, and turned my head slowly towards my handsome lover, or perhaps ex-lover. I swallowed hard, looking him right in the eye.
"Okay, Steven, what is it?" I was almost afraid to ask the question, knowing that there would be no turning back, knowing that I was going to have to listen to whatever it was that was now putting him in such a state of obvious mental strain and turmoil.
"Well, Toni, I know how excited you are about being in New York, and being at the house and all," he started, then paused for a few long seconds.
This is it, I thought to myself, he was going to tell me the whole trip wasn't going to work, that all of the things he had thought about me and about our relationship somehow had turned sour, and that it wasn't going to work.
Shit, was I ever pessimistic, now that I think back on it.
"Yes, I do like New York, and I am glad to be here in this house, but I'm mainly into being with you, I love you Toni," I said, reaching over and gently kissing him on his cheek.
"Are you really happy to be with me?" he asked, almost with pleading eyes.
"Yes, really," I said, assuring him with the most positive tone I could muster, because it was what I was feeling way down inside of me, in the very pit of my soul.
"Well, this is what's happening. I talked to my friend on the phone this afternoon, as a matter-of-fact almost all afternoon. You know, the one that I told you has been after me to buy the business for a really long time?"
"Yes," I said, sitting closer to him, beginning to feel that the news he was going to lay on me was going to be very heavy all right, but not on the negative side as I had originally anticipated, but more on the positive side, for the both of us.
"I decided to sell. He came up with an offer that I just couldn't refuse, plus he is giving me a part ownership in the house. In other words, I will kind of be a silent partner. He will use my name to keep all of the customers that I have built up over the years. However, I won't have any active part in the running of the place."
"Wow, that was a heavy decision. What made you make it now?" I asked innocently.
"You," he said.
"Me?" I replied.
"Yes, you!"
"But, how did I--"
"Well," he interrupted, you see I love you much more than .I ever imagined I would love a woman, ever. All I want to do is be with you, to make love with you, and if you are willing, to father your children. I want to marry you Toni, all legal like, up in New England in a little countryside church. I want to buy a house, perhaps a farm, and live there with you for the rest of my life."
I couldn't believe my ears. Sure, we had talked about this before, but it was all kind of like a game, something, to be thought about, something to "maybe" do "someday" in the future. I had no idea that the future would be so close.
My heart was pounding madly as I thought the thing over. Actually, there really wasn't much to think over at all. I loved Steven with everything that was in me, and I wanted to be with him. I would go with him anywhere, and set up any type of a life that he saw fit.
It was almost a joke, the way he thought I would respond negatively to his offer. Shit, so I'd only been in the big city a couple of days. So fucking what! What was more important, a beautiful man like Steven, who not only could take care of me financially, seeing to it that I had just about everything I desired, but could also take care of me emotionally, keeping me satisfied on that end of the scale as well.
To top it all off, no one could make love the way Steven could, no one anywhere or anytime. He had it all, at least through my eyes, so there wasn't much to think about at all.
"I'll go with you Steven, I'll marry you, I love you so fucking much I'll do whatever you want to do."
"Really? Do you really mean that love?" he said, seeming to not believe me, perhaps because he was so elated.
His eyes were sparkling and the somewhat nervous smile that had been resting idly on his face, now blossomed into a full-scale grin, spreading from ear to ear.
"How could you ever have doubted that I wouldn't want to go with you?"
"Well, I just thought that you seemed so happy here in the house, and that you may want to do that rather than to take off up into the wilderness with an old man."
"Come on now, the way you fuck me, and the tightness and sexiness of your beautiful super-hung body, spells anything but an old man. As far as the house goes, sure I'd like to work here, I think it would be fun. But, I'll say it again, nothing could possibly compare to being with you, whether it's in the middle of Times Square, or in the middle of some deserted farmhouse in the middle of Vermont or New Hampshire. Okay you big lug?"
I reached forward, and crushed my tits into his chest, pulling him closer to me, kissing him passionately. He opened his mouth and sent his tongue flying into my mouth, pushing apart my lips furiously, and attacking me with all the vim and vigor that he had that very first night in the train when we had fucked for hours and hours.
"So, what about tonight." I asked, trying to decide if I should get dressed for work, or start packing.
"Well, my business partner is eager to be here and run the place, but I talked him into coming by tomorrow night. It was a little too short of a notice to change plans for this evening. Would you mind working as we had originally planned?"
"No, I think it would be fun. Besides, if we're leaving tomorrow afternoon--"
"Morning," he interrupted me.
"Morning," I proceeded, "than it would be nice to have one night as a call girl in this fancy place. Know what I mean?
"Sure, sugar," he said, "and that's great. It will be helping me out a lot, too."
"How?" I asked, as I stood up and began to pull off my clothes, seeing that it was now quarter to eight, and that I only had fifteen minutes to get ready, and make the bed up fresh and clean for my first customer of the evening.
"Well, there is one guy that used to come to the girl who had this room before you. His name is Bob Teak. He has a couple of strange fantasies, and I need a girl like you, a girl who really has her head on straight, to handle the guy. I can't really tell you exactly what he might want to do, because it varies every time he comes to the house. However, it will certainly be bizarre, that's for damn sure."
"Oh, I can handle him." I said, with all the confidence of an old-fashioned and well-seasoned call girl.
"Great, I was hoping I could count on you. Well, love, I have to head downstairs to the main desk. I have to great the men, who will all arrive promptly at eight, the ones that have eight o'clock appointments that is."
"Will I have any other customers during the night?" I inquired, trying to think ahead.
"I haven't the faintest idea," he said, "I never know how the night is going to go. I'll try not to book you to heavily."
"Don't worry about it, I'll be glad to help out," I said, giving him a grin which sent him into fits of uproariously funny laughter.
"Yeah, okay, okay," he said laughing harder and harder and giving me a quick kiss continuing to hold his stomach from the exerted belly-laughing he was forced to participate in, "we'll see what happens."
"Don't work too hard tonight, love, and I'll see you after hours for a little party, to celebrate our last night here. Okay?"
"That sounds great, love, I'll see you then. Remember, there's a buzzer in the headboard in case--"
"I know, Connie explained the whole thing to me."
"I bet Connie explained a lot to you," he said, grinning, and giving me a knowing wink which made me blush.
"Now you get out of here." I scooted him kiddingly, "I have to get dressed. I'm a working girl tonight, remember?'"
"I sure do, love," he said, turning at the door, giving me a little, cute wave, and leaving.
I showered, and dressed quickly in the sexiest thing I owned, that silk pants suit that I had worn the other night when Steven had taken me put to dinner.
I looked at myself in the full-length mirror and was satisfied that I looked pretty good. I made my bed quickly, after running out into the hallway and getting a set of fresh sheets out of the linen closet.
When I ran out into the hall, one of the girls was standing in front of her door. It was Kathy, a cute little blonde vixen, short, about five-foot two, with blue eyes and short curly blond hair.
"How's it going, Toni?" she asked me.
"Okay," I smiled back at her, getting my sheets and closing the door.
"Nervous?" she asked.
"A little," I replied honestly, heading back, into my room.
"Relax, after the first client everything will be okay, believe me, I know," she said. "Thanks, honey," I responded, walking back into my room and closing the door firmly behind me.
I made the bed quickly, and checking myself in the mirror once more, satisfied that I looked okay, and that my room was together as well, I sat down in the little love seat, and awaited my first customer.
What seemed like an endless amount of time went by before there was a knock on the door. I think it must have been at least nine o'clock. I wondered who Steven had sent me for my first customer.
"I opened the door, and there was a very handsome man, about thirty five, with a lit cigarette hanging from his lips.
"Hi, baby," he said, when he got a good look at me, "you're even nicer than Steven said you were. May I come in?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, yes, please do," I said, feeling weird, in this very weird situation.
"May I take your coat and hat?" I asked him, seeing that he was carrying them in his hands.
"Please, and thank you," he said, handing me his outer garments.
He was dressed casually underneath, wearing a pair of rather tight pants, which already showed a huge ever-stiffening bulge in the front, a bulge which almost frightened me to look at, it was so fucking big.
I put his hat and coat on the back of the couch, and told him to come sit by me on the bed.
"I want you to put on a little show for me, baby," he said.
"A show?" I inquired innocently.
"Yes, a show. You know, a little entertainment."
"What kind of a show?" I asked, still wondering what this rather handsome, but seemingly quite intense man had on his mind.
"A striptease," he said, his tongue suddenly coming out of the comer of his mouth, as he slowly proceeded to lick his lips just slightly, erotically, letting me know how horny he was, and how eager to see me pull off my clothes.
"Sure, baby," I said, in a tone that was neither cold nor warm. It was like I was saying to him 'okay, I know you're getting paid for this, and I'm suppose to do what you ask me to do, but I still want a certain amount of respect."
He seemed to get the message.
"What's your name?" he asked me, as he walked over to the bed, lifted me off it by taking my arm, and switched places with me. "Stand out there under the light as you do it," he said, in his sexy throaty voice.
"Toni," I told him. "And yours?"
"Bob," he said, looking at me with burning eyes.
So now I knew this was the special customer, the one who liked things a little on the weird side, the one that Steven had told me about, the one that he said he thought I would be able to handle.
"Well, a fucking striptease in front of the guy wasn't so weird. I could see how that could turn him on in a very normal way. Little did I know that what was on his mind was much more than just sitting on the edge of the bed and watching me take off my clothes.
I walked over under the overhead light, and turned around, slowly, and as sensuously as I could. Staring him right in the face, I started to slowly pull down the zipper on my pants suit.
Inch by inch my tits became exposed. Inch by inch I revealed to him my-two huge womanly orbs of flesh, for his obvious pleasure. He started at me and smiled wildly.
I could feel his eyes searing my flesh, looking me up and down with curiosity, probably wondering what I would and would not do on the bed with him once we got down to the nitty gritty of why we were both there in the beautiful large room together.
However, for now, he seemed to be content just watching me strip in front of him. I must say, I had never done anything like that before in my life, and it was a little weird.
There was no music to dance too, and that made it all the harder. I let my body gyrate about in small circles, sort of humming to myself to give me some kind of rhythm to work with.
I deliberately left off my bra and panties, so that I would be able to make myself nude as quickly as a customer wanted me to. After all, he was paying for the right to be with me for a given period of time, and I had thought that some guys may walk in and say strip, I only have fifteen minutes, or a half hour. If that was the case, no guy was going to want to have to wait for me to get undressed any longer than absolutely necessary.
I pulled the zipper all the way down the front of the suit, and my two huge tits popped out into plain view.
"Shit, look at those fuckers," he moaned softly to himself, as I shook my tits around right in front of his face.
After another few seconds, I pulled the suit down, so that once again, as I had seemed to be quite a few times since I had met Steven, I was totally naked.
I stood there gyrating about for a while, and then slowly began turning around. Once I was facing my back to him, I heard him rip off his clothes. My ass must have excited him tremendously.
I was soon to find out why!
"Come here, bitch," he said in a harsh voice.
His tone made me somewhat nervous, but I remembered what both Steven and Connie had told me. That these men came there to live out their fantasies with us, the workers, and that we were suppose to go along with them as much as we could, giving them the best time possible, and letting them live their fantasies as closely as possible.
I tried to keep this all in my mind, as I walked over to the bed, and stood next to it, waiting for my next order. After all, he was paying for the session so he should be the one to call the shots.
"Turn around, bitch," he said.
I slowly turned around, and the second my rear end was facing him, right in front of his face, I felt the flat of his palm go crashing into my right ass cheek.
He didn't hit me that hard, at least not at first, but the sound of his slap echoed throughout the room, bouncing on the walls, and making the room take on an eerie sadomasochistic atmosphere.
I had never had any experience with the art of playing rough, other than my own fucking capabilities, and I wasn't quite mentally prepared for the direction that he was taking me in.
However, Steven had deliberately given him to me, feeling that I was the one best suited in handling him, and I was determined to not let Steven down.
Besides, there was a bell rigged into the bed in case the fucking goon got out of hand. I decided to go ahead with the little game he was playing, even encourage him in what he was up to. After all, I could make a fat tip out of the job as well.
"Oooohhhh, that felt good," I said, deliberately tightening and loosening my ass cheeks, so that the sight of my round firm buns would look all the more enticing to the man who was obviously an ass freak of some kind.
"Ohhhh," he echoed, as he reached forward and began messaging my buns furiously. He kneaded the flesh of my two round buttock muscles, working his fingers deeper and deeper into the firm smooth flesh.
I continued shaking willingly, and squeezing my ass muscles together. My flesh would tighten up in his fingers, and he would sigh from joy when that would happen.
I knew that I was turning him on, giving him fits of passion, that perhaps he wasn't quite expecting. I was determined to give him the best time he had ever had since coming to the house of ill repute. I wanted him to remember me as the sexiest bitch in the place.
I bent over, shoving my asshole right up into his face. He took full advantage of the situation, by sending his hot saliva-coated tongue shooting up into my butt.
I wasn't expecting this, not at all. I had never been toyed with back there in a sexual way before, and a finger or a tongue or a cock had never been even close to shooting up inside my butt hole.
Now I could see that even that part of my naive make-up was about to change.
He spit some saliva up into my ass hole, as I waved my fanny in front of his face, and he kept shooting his tongue in and out of my ass hole. I was soon to learn that this was called rimming, and that a lot of different men were into doing it.
"Lie down on the bed, bitch," he said, giving me even another order, which I rapidly obeyed.
I lay down on the bed, and he was quick to jump on top of me, forcefully pushing my legs far apart. I suddenly felt in a rather helpless position. I mean I would have dug it if I was on my back, and he was about to plow into my pussy but leaving my virginal ass hole exposed like this put me in a frightened frame of mind.
All the time I just kept on thinking about what Steven and Connie had said to me about being cool, and giving the customer the best possible time I could. Besides, I looked in front of me, and saw the button in the head board, blending right into the wood so that I was sure Bob didn't see it.
Suddenly he shot once again down to my asshole, and began licking and teasing it with his tongue. I must admit that this excited me. It was a weird feeling, feeling the man's hot little tongue starting to dart in and out of my butt hole in snake like fashion.
Just when I thought I was going to scream out the feelings got so fucking erotic, he replaced his tongue with his finger.
In one mighty shove, he sent one of his fingers shooting up into my ass. Now this, at least at first, caused a great deal of pain. Sharp piercing shots of pain flew through my nervous system as he began to jab his finger in and out of my ass hole at a furious rate.
Instinctively I tightened my ass cheeks together, not realizing this added to the pain. I knew that I probably should just be relaxing all of my muscles, giving his prodding appendage as much room as it needed to work its way in and out of my hole, but I couldn't help contracting. It really hurt.
This finger-fucking went on for quite a while. Just when I thought that I was finally getting used to it, when it didn't bum my insides every time he shot it into me, he quickly and savagely pulled it out.
I screamed as he yanked the fucking finger out of my butt hole, a scream that was half pain, and half pleasure that he had subsided this forced back-door entry.
However, my release of tension was short lived. No sooner had he pulled his forceful finger out of my ass hole, when he shoved my legs even further apart, and then moved in close to me, placing his throbbing cock head up against my smooth hairless butt hole.
Now I had seen his cock quickly before I jumped on the bed, and although it was not as large as Steven's in length, it was thicker. I knew that if he tore that fucking thing up into my butt he was going to rip the hell out of my insides, or at least cause me a considerable amount of pain.
I had to make a quick decision. Either I would ask him not to do it, hoping that he would go along with my request, or I would let him do it, knowing that if it did get out of hand I could always set-off the buzzer. The only thing was that I was afraid of really getting hurt, and at the same time, of fucking up a good customer of the house.
I wanted to please him, but I wanted pleasure myself I didn't think it was being totally selfish of me to not want to have to put up with a tremendous amount of pain while in the act of making love with some strange man, be it for money or a freebee!
I decided to at least let him try it. I just hoped that I could reason with him once he got to ramming his big fat cock in and out of my butt hole. I knew that once he was fucking me, and my tight virgin ass walls were surrounding his throbbing member, giving him more and more pleasure with each stroke, that it wasn't going to be at all easy for him to withdraw, and forget his present line of sexual attack on my person.
I opened my legs, and lifted my ass slightly off the bed. This was the first positive sign I had given him, as far as letting him know that it was okay to fuck me up the ass.
"Yeahhhhh," he moaned savagely, realizing that my motion was like a big green light, telling him to go ahead with full speed.
I heard him spit some saliva out onto his fingertips, and then he started rubbing it on his cock. He had left a lot of spit up inside me, but he must have been able to judge how tight my virginal butt hole was with his finger, and realized that he better be well-greased up, or he would-never get his seven-inch and incredibly thick cock inside of me.
He pushed his cock head up against my butt hole, and started leaning forward with a determined effort. I did my best to relax, so that his prodding member could shoot up into me without causing me too much pain.
"Yeeeoohhhh!" I screamed, as his bulging drooling cock head finally poked its way inside my ass hole.
The pain was excruciating as his cock started to slip down my tight dark shit chute. Inch by inch it plowed its way into my tangy hole. The pain continued, almost to the point where I pushed the button, and screamed bloody murder.
However, I didn't. I finally got to the point where the pain subsided, and what seemed like the start of pleasure took over. This happened even before he finished descending into my canal.
Once I felt his huge balls slap up against my bottom, I knew that he was all the way inside of me. He wasted no time once his majestically large cock was imbedded to the hilt in my tight dark hole.
He pulled it all the way out, except for the last inch or 'so of his throbbing thick cock head, and then plunged forward again. He began to ram his cock in and out of my ass with all the fury of a savage fucker, a fucker fucking a chick's cunt.
In and out, in and out, in and out his throbbing missile of a cock went. My ass hole must have been especially tight, or he must have found me especially attractive, or perhaps it was even a little bit of both, because it was almost record time before he started coming.
"Ahhh, oohhh, eeeohhh," he moaned out, as his come started gushing up into my backside.
He filled me to the brim, and then some. I could feel so much of his come shooting into my back portal, that it overflowed and began drooling down my smooth skinned thighs, forming a little pool of hot gism directly below my asshole on the bed.
He continued plowing in and out of me with a vengeance until the last few squirts of come had shot out of his prick. He fell on top of me, crushing me into the mattress, as his cock started to go limp in my butt hole, tired from all the strenuous work it had performed.
Next, he pulled his prick out of me as quickly as he had pulled his fucking finger out of me. He jumped off the bed, wiped himself off with a fluffy white towel which I had lying next to the bed, just for such purposes, got dressed, and left the room. All within a matter of seconds.
I hadn't even had time to say a word to him, or for that matter get myself up off the bed. I was kind of in a drunken stupor, not really knowing what the hell hit me, it all took place so savagely, and so fucking fast.
When I finally got my senses together, and rolled over, lifting my sore ass off the large come-stained bed, I walked over to the door to close it tightly, as he had left it slightly ajar.
I saw a crisp one-hundred-dollar bill lying on the stand next to the door. I freaked out. That was really something else. For putting up with a few minutes of pain, and then some highly stimulating pleasure, letting this unknown man ram his cock up my behind, I was given one-hundred dollars, as well as the fifty I would get from the house as half of the regular fee that the man had to pay before he got to see any girl.
That meant that this man, whoever the hell he was, had paid two hundred fucking bills for the right to screw me in the ass. I couldn't believe that the guy, who had a great cock and body, and was not all that bad looking either couldn't find some chick who would do it for free.
Then, I began to realize that all of the guys who came to this place had money to burn. Not only that, but as Steven had told me when we talked about the place the first night I stayed there with him, the guys get off on coming to the whore house and paying huge sums for their pleasures.-It is all part of the exciting game they play, adding to their already highly exciting level of eroticism.
I cleaned myself up and made the bed again, and sat down as I had before, waiting for the next customer. Heaven only knew what was in store for me for the remainder of the night!!!
I sat there on the edge of the bed and wondered what the hell the next guy was going to be like. I was sure that if they were all as easy as the guy who wanted my ass then this would be no sweat at all.
I sat there wondering but I didn't have too much time to do that.
Another man walked in. He was not as good looking or as virile as the last guy but he wasn't by any means bad looking or disgusting. He was in fact a little shy and somewhat nervous about the whole thing.
But my job was to try and make them calm and soothe them and show them a good time.
And I was all set to do that.
"Hello," I said. "How are you?"
"Fine, I guess. And you?"
"Fine. Just fine. Is there anything I can do for you?" I asked.
He looked at me a long time and gave me a look as if to tell me he didn't know what I was talking about.
Then he slowly came to me and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Can you suck me?" he asked a little sheepishly.
If that was all he wanted then I sure as hell had a great thing going for me.
"Sure. Anything you say. I'm here to please."
With that I started to unbutton his pants and he made no move to stop me.
I figured he was all set and ready for me to go down on him but just when I had his cock in my hand and was about to slip it into my mouth he turned around and offered me his ass.
I looked at it in amazement but then realized that he wanted me to suck out his ass.
He spread his ass cheeks and I almost got sick. I could never do a thing like that and like it.
"I'm sorry," I said to him. "I don't think I could do that."
He looked at me rather weirdly and sheepishly again and hiked up his pants and walked out.
I knew I would get hell for it later but I just for some reason could not go down on that ass of his.
If it had been somebody else perhaps I would have been able to do it but I could not do it with him.
I sat on the bed again, smoking a cigarette and wondering what the hell the next guy would be like.
I didn't have to wait for too long. A small man with a slight build came in and he was even more afraid than the last guy.
He asked me to suck him off and this time I asked him if he meant his cock or something else.
He told me he wanted his cock sucked and I was so relieved to hear it that I went down on him almost right away.
I undid his pants fast and pulled out his cock before he even knew what hit him.
His cock was surprisingly big for such a little man and I knew that he would get a real stiff one for me.
I slipped my hands up and down the loose skin of his cock and felt it grow and become larger in my hand.
He smelled okay, but by that time I didn't give a shit what the hell a guy smelled like.
All I wanted was the money that would be coming to me after the whole thing was over and I could quit for the night.
I slipped his cock between my lips and started sucking on it with all the power and the force that I could muster.
It was something that drove him right up the wall and I don't think that he had ever had his cock sucked before from the looks of him.
I'd say that it was something special with him and that it was something that he had been wanting someone to do for a long time.
His balls were hairy and tight but very large as was his cock.
I raked my fingernails across them in order to make him come faster. We can only allow one pop per customer no matter how much they pay unless he's something special that gets a special deal.
I pulled and sucked on it until he was laying on the bed gasping and moaning with the pleasure that ripped through him and made him almost come.
This little guy started almost fighting and straining with me and pushed his cock all the way almost to my throat.
He gave in to the pleasure that ripped through him and I gave him all the sucking that he could possibly want from me.
His cock was thick and hard inside my mouth and I slid my tongue down into the piss hole and gave him a treat I knew he would like. Most men like that and I had found that out a long time ago, I sucked on his huge member and flicked my fingernails across his balls and the head of his cock.
It was something I bet that he had never had before and he was going out of his mind with all the things that I was doing to him.
I decided to give him a real special treat and sucked on his balls as well.
That really turned him on more than anything I had done previously.
What I was really looking for was a big tip at the end that would go just to me and that I would not have to split with the boss.
That was the way that money is made in whorehouses.
I knew that from what some of the other girls told me.
I also found out that sometimes if a man likes you a lot he'll ask for a private session at his house or something.
I was waiting for something to happen like that but I knew that it would not happen for a while yet until I had at least built up a clientele of my own.
That I was looking for and expected to come along at any time.
Then this little guy went into spasms that I thought would really do him in.
I thought he would start climbing the walls or something like that.
But he was only coming.
When his come hit my tongue it tasted acrid and bitter just like I thought it would. It was funny about that. I got the feeling that if a guy was good looking and he was virile and everything his come would taste better. After a while there I realized that it was true and that a handsome man's come tasted better than the come of an average or ugly looking guy.
I guessed that it had something to do with the genes or some such nonsense.
It was something that I learned as I went along in the business.
He was all panting and out of breath after he came but he wasn't so out of breath that he didn't peel off a couple of fives and give them to me.
He was a nice guy after all despite the fact that he had lousy tasting come.
I knew that I had given him a good time and that he had appreciated it in the only way that a John can. And that is with the long green.
That's the only language that a hooker really understands.
Money talks and nobody walks when they cough up some of that mean, lean green.
