"Don't move," he said to her and she lay flat on the massage table, completely naked. Roberta's large tits heaved up and down and when Kenny saw that, he moved his fingers to one and plucked at it.
Then, he slid his hand down her flesh. He felt the warmth of her skin and breasts made him moan with pleasure. He hadn't even touched her long black hair, which was spread out all over the table and in many ways, it bothered her. Most men said that her hair was the sexiest part of her whole body.
He slid his hand over her thick black pussy patch and she noticed the way he made some kind of noise, a sure sign of disgust, or so it seemed. He started to press his palm down over her cunt patch and then, he let his fingers do a little dance on her red cunt lips, which were getting wetter and wetter by the second.
"How does that feel?" he asked her and she moaned.
"Nice."
"Does it make you feel like you could do anything for me? Like you would let me do anything to you, if I wanted to?"
"I think so," she said and she was a little nervous. She had been seeing him on and off for a few months now and didn't want to commit herself.
Then, he reached under the table. He pulled out a can of shaving cream and he started to spread some over her cunt hairs. At first, she screamed, but then, it felt nice. There was something so warm about the cream.
When he reached for the razor, she sat up for a second. "Hey, come on. You'll see just how beautiful your pussy really is. It will look so much better than it does with all of the hair here."
She thought about it. She had seen some shaved pussy pictures during her lifetime and there was something really nice about the way it could look. Plus, last night when she'd been with Nick and he'd been eating her, he had to come up for air a few times and also, to pull black hairs out of his mouth. It would make eating easier, for sure.
"All right," she moaned and as she felt the razor touch her flesh, she felt her cunt getting wetter inside.
Kenny looked at her smiling as he shaved the cunt hairs. He knew that it would be even more fun when she was his total slave and was willing to let him shave off her long black locks, so she'd be completely bald ...
CHAPTER ONE
Roberta rolled over and reached for her cigarettes. She lit one, then handed it to Nick and smiled at him.
She could see the proud look on his face as he lay back and rested his head against the headboard of her bed. She reached over, after he had the cigarette between his lips and brushed his jet black hair off his forehead.
"That was some fucking fuck," she said, her breasts bouncing up and down as she kept moving on the bed. "Wait. I don't know. Does that really sound right. One fucking fuck? I don't know Nick. Is that okay?"
"I don't think we'd find it in the dictionary, but I get what you mean," he said and he slid his hand down his hairy chest and started to tug at his limp dick.
Roberta's eyes followed every move and she was quite surprised when she saw a tiny bit of growth in his dick. There was still a pretty long way to go before he would have a full hard-on again, she knew, but she didn't really care if they waited.
If anything, she needed a breather and if he had gotten fully hard, she wasn't even sure if she could have handled him.
She looked at his light blue eyes and remembered the way they had sparkled that night when he'd come to meet her for dinner.
"All right, what is it?" she had asked him, but he hadn't told her and still hadn't told her.
Of course, she didn't care much. One of his surprises, but he'd stressed that it was not the main one, had been the gram of coke he'd just gotten, most of which they had snorted that evening already.
They said that cocaine was a sex stimulant and Roberta hadn't really realized it until this evening. Then again, when she thought about it, sex with Nick had always been some hot stuff. He was a real fuck pro.
That night, after their lovely dinner, they had come back to her place and had started their snorting the second they sat down. Within seconds, after his first two lines, Nick had had his hands all over her tits, rubbing them through her blouse until her nipples got stiff and she had to slap his hand away.
"This stuff is expensive," she had told him, with the straw still hanging from her nose. "I don't want to blow it all over the place. Wait a second."
"Tell me about whose expensive," he said and he kept his hands on her tits, or rather his fingers plucking at her nipples, for he could do it by that time.
He was doing that while she snorted the coke and after a few seconds, it took effect and she turned to face him.
Robert's lips had moved to his and she was already hungry for his cock. She wasted no time in moving her hand down to his pants and rubbing the bulge. She was happy to feel how hard it was already.
When she knew that he was ready, because of how big the bulge was, she opened the zipper in a flash and pulled his cock right out of his pants. When she had first met Nick, he'd worn underwear and she'd told him that was bullshit. She said that she loved to see what a man was carrying, especially if he had something to show, like Nick had, so he never wore underwear when he went on dates with her.
Roberta had his cock out and she got down on her knees and started to suck it, without even looking at it. She'd had his cock enough to know what it looked like and to know how much the thick mushroom like head turned her on. It was thicker than his cock was at the base, which she knew was not the case with all dicks.
His cock was long, but she had always managed to deep throat him and that time, because of her super high, she did it again. She moved her mouth all the way down his shaft and started to gulp, so that her throat did a spasming number around his cock.
As she pulled her head back, she slapped him on the stomach.
Nick had been with her enough to know what that meant. It meant she wanted to see his whole groin, for Roberta loved balls almost as much as cocks and his balls were still inside of his pants, resting comfortably.
As she held her lips just around his cock head, her tongue flicked back and forth over the slit. He raised himself up off the couch and she moved with him, then he unsnapped his pants and pushed them all the way down.
"Mmm," she nodded in approval, as she held out her hands and his balls fell right into them. The heat was a real turn-on for her.
She started to tug at his balls gently and she could hear him moaning. Then, when he lowered himself back down on the couch, she started to do a number on him like he had never felt before in his life.
She knew how sensational she was being as she just kept moving her mouth up and down his cock shaft at a nice, steady rate. She could feel how smooth his skin tasted and felt on her lips and she loved it.
Sometimes, she would slow up a little bit and it was usually when she had his cock in her throat. Roberta knew how much he loved to feel it there and since she loved the way he'd sweat more and more as he'd get turned on and his pubic patch would be giving off a stronger odor which turned her on, every so often, she liked to bury her nose there and inhale for a while.
It served to turn them both on, for without even touching herself, she could feel the way her cunt was spasming. She didn't really want to come right away, because she knew how well he could make her come, so there was no need to touch herself. A wet pussy was feeling quite good the way it was.
She had to have been doing her steady mouth movement for about ten minutes when she felt his cock pulsating and heard him moaning louder.
"Yeah, pretty soon. That feels so nice. Just keep that pace."
She usually had her eyes closed when she sucked dick, until the moment when she knew the dick would shoot off, for then, it was a turn-on to see the hot smile on the man's face, if the man was good looking.
Nick was one of the better men she had met in her life. She had been seeing him now for about six months and although he seemed concerned with her making some kind of commitment to him, she was not.
She loved being free and independent and also, there were a lot of other men whom she enjoyed seeing. Of course, she never told Nick about any of them, just as she never told any of them about Nick. It was easier.
But she knew how good-looking Nick was, especially when he was coming and he would start to run his tongue over his lips. He had such a hot tongue, which she'd felt inside of her cunt on so many occasions.
So she opened her eyes and looked up at him. He was smiling at her and he kept moaning and massaging her long black hair.
"Yeah, here it comes, baby, here it comes," he moaned and she watched him close his eyes and lick his lips, just as the cream spurted onto her tongue.
Roberta worked even faster, moving her mouth up and down his shaft and making sure to work her tongue over his cock head, for she knew that was the most sensitive part of any man's body when he was coining. Some men were so sensitive, she had noticed, that they didn't like a woman doing that to them.
Luckily, she thought, I don't go out with those assholes, because they are just denying themselves the best part of the orgasm.
She inhaled deeply as she moved her mouth down all the way again.
She knew how hot he was just from the smell, too. It was so fucking incredible and she had a mild orgasm on the spot.
Her juices dripped out of her cunt and into her panties, just as she felt the last spurt of come from Nick's dick. She sucked harder then, to get every last drop out of the shaft and held him in her mouth for a little while longer.
When she did pull her mouth back, he was still fully hard and bobbing up and down.
He stood up and lifted her right up, the way a groom would his bride, then carried her down the hall to her bedroom.
She loved it when he laid her back and started to move his fingers to her blouse buttons, opening them with the skill of a man who either had done this so many times, or loved doing it so much, that he had perfected his technique early in life.
"Wait," she said. "More coke. More coke."
"Just wait, you greedy little pig," he said and he had her blouse all the way open. He moved his fingers to her tits and rubbed them, just a little bit, because he wanted to fuck her on the spot.
He opened her skirt and slid it and her panties, right down at the same time.
"You have the hottest looking patch here," he said to her.
And it was true. So many men had complimented her on her thick pubic patch and she had always thought it was a turn on. She could feel Nick's fingers moving, snakelike through her patch and it felt great.
She kicked her skirt off all the way, as he stood up and started to strip himself completely. His pants had been left in the living room, so he just dropped his shirt and kicked off his shoes and socks.
When she saw him standing there with his huge cock sticking out, she didn't want anything else but to be fucked. He knew that, by the way she spread her legs for him and he could see that there was no need for oral sex, because her cunt lips were soaking wet and the redness he could see inside glistened, too.
Nick moved right between her legs and entered her hard, the way he knew she loved it. Roberta felt the heat from his cock shaft moving right over her clit, wiggling it at the same time and she started to come.
He started to fuck her even harder and faster and she knew why. Since he had just come a few minutes ago, there was no way he was going to come again so fast. He could fuck her and make her come a few times and not have to worry about shooting off himself.
Or so she thought.
About five minutes into it, she felt his cock pulsing inside of her and he slowed down then and kissed her neck with his warm lips. He moved his lips to her ear and as he whispered, his warm breath turned her on, too.
"Do you still want some more coke?" he asked her and he also flicked his tongue.
"I don't think I need it. I feel sensational now."
"Well I'd like some now," he said. "It's in the living room."
Roberta had been really pissed off for only a second. She hit him on the chest and spoke with an angry tone of voice.
"Well thanks a fucking load. Just interrupt our fucking to go get stoned some more. I guess it says something about the way you feel. The fucking doesn't make you high enough so you need something artificial."
"Did I say that, baby? Did I say anything like that? Huh?"
He slid his arms around her back, then rolled over. His feet were hanging off the side of the bed and she was still with him, her cunt still over her cock. Then, he stood right up and she wrapped her legs around him.
His cock was still inside of her and he patted her buttocks.
"See, baby. I don't have to interrupt a hot fuck to get high."
She loved it. She had her arms wrapped around his neck and her soft hair was all over his face. She could hear him inhaling deeply.
He started to walk into the living room and she was bouncing up and down on his dick the whole time, so that her senses were raised high. She could feel herself coming at times, but they were not the major kind of orgasms she would have later. They were mild and quite satisfying anyway.
When they were in the living room, he stooped down and still, the cock and cunt were together, keeping them both turned on.
He reached for the coke, shook some into the small vial, turned the little button, then inhaled. He did it again, for his other nostril, then handed it to her so that she could do it too. She did about four hits and was so turned on, almost immediately, that as he was doing two more to catch up to her, she grabbed onto his neck again and started to ride his dick like crazy.
"Jesus, do you want to make me spill this?" he asked and she laughed, because she had said something similar, earlier in the evening and he had gone on playing with her tits anyway. Riding his dick was more fun than him playing with her tits and she wasn't going to stop for anything.
Except when she felt him pulsing. She knew it wouldn't be comfortable for him to come while standing.
So she did slow down and he carried her and the coke back into the bedroom, so that they could continue their fucking.
When he laid her back, he was still moving with her, so his cock was still in her and as soon as she was flat on the bed, he started to fuck her like a mad man. She could feel herself coming over and over again, as she was moaning so loud.
She knew that he was aware of all the orgasms he put her through, since he had fucked enough to know the difference between orgasmic spasms and mild ones.
As his cock started to throb inside of her, she knew that he was going to come and he thrust even faster than he had been doing before.
His body was sweating and as he pressed his chest down on top of hers, she could feel the way his skin was sliding against her tits. It was even more of a turn-on.
He started to shoot his load inside of her and about five seconds after he started, she was coming again around him. She loved it. He kept thrusting even after he had shot all his juices into her, but she didn't know that for a while. She thought that he must have still been shooting, for by that time, she was so wet, that more come wouldn't have made a difference.
It was only about three minutes later when she realized that once more, he had not lost his hard-on. By moving constantly, he had kept his erection and she loved it.
First he had come in her mouth and then in her cunt and he still didn't go down.
Roberta started to run her fingers up and down his back at the time. She knew that he loved her nails to scratch him gently and it was her way of thanking him for having the kind of dick that never quit.
As if he knew, he looked up at her and smiled, then spoke.
"You are quite welcome, I'm sure," he said and they both started to laugh like crazy then, until she was even crying a little.
He kept moving and her passions stayed high. At one point, he reached over and soon, they were snorting even more.
The whole time, he kept moving, except for about a five minute interval when he rolled over on his back and had her on top of him. He patted her ass as she started to move up and down on him and that was nice.
In fact, it was really Roberta who got the second fuck of the evening going, for she felt the way his cock pulsed a little bit and she knew that he was ready to start all over again. She rode him for a few more minutes, until he wanted to take over. He wrapped his arms around her and rolled over.
And then, he was fucking her like mad. He started to suck on her neck a little bit, until she told him she didn't want a hickey, so he started to kiss her hard on the lips, flicking his tongue in and out of her mouth.
She sucked on it and felt the heat from the double union, his cock in her cunt and his tongue in her mouth. It was a greater heat than she felt from just his cock in her cunt, of course. She was a girl who loved good kissing.
Roberta had no idea how long that second fuck of the evening lasted, because she hadn't looked at the clock since they had started back in the living room. She did know that now, as he continued to smoke and she looked at the clock, it was eleven-thirty.
They had been back at her place since eight, so they had been fucking for almost three and a half hours straight, which, she thought, was not bad.
That second orgasm of his in her cunt, the third of his for the evening, had been quite intense for both of them.
Just as he was about to come, he had started to moan, almost like a baby and she had rubbed her hands up and down his back, fast and hard. She had played with his sensitive buttocks, too, for she knew he loved that.
And when he had started to come, she'd felt the way his ass cheeks spasmed and felt a whole new burst of sweat and even smelled a whole new strong odor of sex that seemed to be coming from his body just as he was coming.
He stayed in her long enough for her to have another mild orgasm, but even so, at the time, a mild orgasm was sensational. She hadn't thought she would be capable of any more, at least not without some kind of rest.
He was, overall, one of the only men in her life who could fuck her until she was tired. Some of them tended to leave her hanging on occasion, for they would come and then get tired, but if a man did that with her more than two dates in a row, she made sure not to see him again.
Once, she could understand, because maybe the poor bastard could have had a bad day, but two times in a row, considering the fact that she hardly ever dated a man more than once or twice a week, meant that the man just couldn't keep her satisfied anymore.
Roberta knew that sex was only one part of a relationship, but to her, it was a major part and she didn't care what anyone else thought.
As she thought about it, Nick seemed to be one of the only men with a perfect "exhaust Roberta" record, meaning that he seemed to have wiped her out almost every night that she could remember spending with him.
But now, she could see, as she looked over at his cock, he was as wiped out as she was and she was happy for the break.
"Here," he said and he handed her the small vial with the coke in it. "Take some more. You look like you need it."
"Nick, why the fuck should I do more? I mean, you look as wiped out as I am. That stuff just makes me horny."
"Hey, I still got this," he said to her and he stuck his tongue out.
She felt a mild spasm in her cunt, almost like a natural trained response. His tongue could be super sensational when he worked her over.
So she snorted some more, thinking ahead to the next day at work and how very many people she had to see. She didn't really think that there were too many and anyway, she thought, if a person didn't like the photographs that she took at one sitting, she would just have another one, for free.
She was a commercial photographer and she made extra money on the side by doing resume stills for upcoming models and actors. She really got off on doing it, especially when the person would bring a couple of changes of wardrobe and a few wigs, so that you would get to shoot different sides of them.
She knew that she could go to work hung over the next day and still survive, so she snorted even a few more hits of coke.
Then, she did feel it working all over again. She looked at Nick and smiled.
It was a smile to let him know that she was horny, but also, she was smiling because of the way he was looking at her. She couldn't quite figure out what was going on in his head and she had to ask him what he was looking at.
"You," he said. "You're so damn beautiful and soft. Your hair over here. The cunt hair. It's lovely. And of course, your long black hair, I just adore it."
"Thank you," she said to him and luckily, she caught herself.
She had just been about to tell him that many men felt the same way about her hair and although she had never been too happy about it while growing up, she knew now that it was hot, having gotten enough compliments in her life.
"I just love it. Especially your head hair. It's so soft. I could run my fingers through it all night. I swear. Hey, try something. Run your hair all over my cock and let's see if you can get it hard."
She started to laugh, but she thought it would be fun. She moved her head down near his groin and patted the soft black hairs on his legs.
Then, she started to move her head around near his groin, so that her long black hair was rubbing over not only his dick, but his balls, because of the way his shaft was resting on his stomach, leaving his nuts exposed.
She could see his cock stirring a little bit, but he still seemed like he was wiped out and after a few minutes, she slid her head up his chest, so that he could feel her hair there, too.
She kissed him, so he wouldn't know that she had been getting bored with the hair cock play, but rather, he just thought she had pulled away to kiss him.
Then, she rolled over on her back and lay beside him. He was still sitting up and she was looking up at the ceiling, but every so often, when she looked over, she was staring at him and getting off on his naked body.
"Well, what is it?" she asked him then and he laughed.
"You're being so specific that I have every idea in the world of what you're talking about," he said, with thick sarcasm.
"You kept telling me that you have a special surprise for me. Look, the coke is a nice enough surprise and dinner was fantastic. Is that it? Were you just kidding? Or is there really something else?"
Roberta, like most women and even most men in this day and age, loved presents. Surprise presents were really the best and there was even a sexual kind of turn-on to them. Most men who knew her and brought her surprises tended to buy her something that had to do with sex. God knew she had five vibrating dildoes at one time, until she thought that was being selfish and gave four of them away, keeping the best one for herself, of course.
So it was only natural to think that he could have a sexual kind of surprise for her, but then again, she thought, that was what the coke and sex was.
"There is something else, really," he said to her. "But I still don't want to tell you what it is. It's going to be the last thing I give to you before the night is over and nothing you can do will make me change my mind."
She slid her hand down over his hairy belly, to his groin and grabbed his cock and balls, harder than she had intended. She heard him groan a little bit and eased up, but still held onto them.
"What if I threaten to rip this off?" she asked him.
"I know that you'd never do that. You enjoy the way that they work too much."
"Then maybe I'd want them all to myself, so I could use them when you're not here."
"They won't work without me," he laughed. "You'd have to get other things."
"I have enough of those," she said, referring to all the dildoes and other sexual aids that she still had.
"I'm really horny now," he said to her and she laughed.
"Bullshit. You're just trying to change the subject. You don't want me to keep harping on your surprise. I know you."
"Well, that's true. But I am horny."
"You say you are, but look at your cock. It says something else."
His cock was still as limp as it had been when he had pulled out after the second cunt orgasm, but he didn't care. He just stuck his tongue out to let her know that there were other ways he could go about things.
And then, he rolled over on top of her. He moved his lips to hers and kissed her hard, pressing his tongue into her mouth.
He kissed her for the longest time and she loved the heat that she felt burning through her body at the time.
Then, he started to kiss his way down her body. She felt his warm tongue flicking back and forth over her neck and since her neck was always so sensitive, she could feel the heat burning through her.
She started to moan as he sucked on her tits again, working over each nipple so that he would give them both equal time. But the whole time, she knew that he was getting ready to eat her cunt, because that was what the tongue meant.
Of course, a tongue bath before having her pussy eaten was always sensational and she loved it when he moved his mouth right down over her cunt and his lips wrapped around her toes. She loved it when he flicked his tongue between her toes. Nick was one of the only men who had ever done that to her and she had never realized how hot a thing it was, until it happened.
Her feet were both wet with his hot saliva by the time he felt he had done a good job and then, he licked his way back up her thighs. His tongue dove right into her cunt and he started to eat her.
The first time he came up for air, he left her dangling for she had been just about ready to explode with juices.
She looked down at him and felt bad that he had done something like that. Then, she watched him reach into his mouth.
He pulled out one hair and then another one. He saw her looking at him and he smiled, then moved his mouth back down.
Luckily, she had been left at a good time and he hadn't kept his mouth away for too long. Within seconds after flicking his tongue back over her clit, she started to come again and she was thrusting her hips up and down. She could hear the way her cunt slapped him in the face and thought that if he didn't like it, he would pull his head back and let her know.
He did pull his head back and for a second, she was waiting for him to talk. But once again, he put his fingers into his mouth and pulled out a hair.
"Sorry," he said to her. "I love the hairs and they taste good from all the come and sweat, but they feel funny in the mouth."
"I know what you mean," she said to him.
She didn't know of one person who didn't, at some time in his or her life, get a hair in the mouth and it was one of the most annoying things she could think of. You couldn't really swallow it, because it could get caught in the throat and if so, it bothered you even more than it did just on the tongue.
She didn't think about it much more, because he made her come a second time and because of the suction that she could feel as he was sucking her juices right out, she started to come again.
She loved it. She started to come at a nice steady rate and every so often, when he would pull his mouth away, she knew why he was doing it. She didn't even want to look back down and see him taking a hair out of his mouth.
It just broke her hot streak. Anyway, it never took him more than a few seconds to pull it right out and then get back to the cunt at hand, or rather, at mouth.
Soon, she felt him sliding up her body and she felt the way his cock moved right into her cunt. She loved it. She had been rubbing his shoulders as he'd been eating her, so she would have felt his arms moving if he had been using them to try and tug on his cock and get it hard again.
Roberta knew that he hadn't been doing it. But eating her pussy turned him on so much, that he was able to get another hard-on. She knew that he had probably been eating her until the moment when his cock was fully stiff and it didn't bother her. After all, much as she loved the way he ate her, at least there wouldn't be any pauses while he fucked her. He would not have to stop and pull a hair off his dick, the way he had to stop to pull them out of his mouth.
She threw her legs up over his shoulders that time and felt her ass being lifted off the bed even more as he got up on his knees. Then, he started to thrust in and out of her at a nice, steady rate and she could feel the way her cunt was spasming over and over again, around him.
At times, he thrust in deep and hard and held himself there.
He ground himself around inside of her and she would feel the throbbing heat of his cock working over her clit, better than it did when he was just thrusting in and out of her. She couldn't get over how good that felt.
At times, too, he would start to spank her ass a little bit. Her buttocks were always so sensitive when she was this turned on and she didn't mind a little slap on the ass to raise her senses a little bit more.
Soon, Roberta could feel the way her whole body was sweating and she could feel the way he was throbbing again.
That time, she knew he was going to go all the way. He started to thrust in and out of her harder and faster and then, she felt him coming.
He moved his lips down to hers, pushing her legs up over her chest and she loved the way he towered over her.
She loved the slave-like feeling that she had underneath the weight of his body and loved the way he kept his dick moving and kept his groin slapping hard against her ass, so that she kept coming.
She didn't even know how long he was on top of her for, but she loved it and wished that it wouldn't stop.
As he rolled off her, she rolled over and reached for another cigarette. That time, she asked him if he wanted one, too, for the first time, she had dutifully gotten one for him, but this time, she was so fucked out, she needed one herself.
"Sure," he said and she was glad. She didn't want him to just roll over and go to sleep, which she knew he could easily do.
Once, when he said he had a surprise for her, he had fallen out.
As soon as he had, she had started to rummage through his clothing, because she knew that she would never be able to sleep unless she knew what the surprise was. In the end, she hadn't found anything and the next morning, he had told her he got tickets for the hottest show on Broadway, fourth row center.
"Where are they?" she asked him, because she had even gone through his wallet and she hadn't seen tickets.
As it turned out, they were being held at the box office.
She did not plan to go through another sleepless night where she'd be wondering what his surprise was. She had vowed, after letting it happen once, that she would never let it happen a second time.
"All right," she said to him, once he had his cigarette burning and had already taken three drags. "I think this went on long enough. When we first met, you told me that you had a surprise for me. That was at six-thirty tonight. You've reminded me of it a few times during the night. Now what the fuck is it?"
"Do you really want to know?" he asked her, smiling and then, laughing. "I thought that you would forget all about it."
"You fucker," she said, for she knew he was kidding with her. "If it turns out that there's nothing, I'm kicking you out tonight. I don't want to sleep with a man who builds up my hopes and then shatters them."
"You mean I have to show it to you tonight or I don't sleep here?"
She shook her head and he shrugged his shoulders. Then, he stood up and walked into the living room. A few seconds later, he came back with a small box.
"Here it is, Roberta. Open it up and see if you like it."
CHAPTER TWO
She knew that the first actress who came in would have to come back to be shot again, because even without seeing what the photos looked like, she knew that she hadn't had it all together that day.
She was sure that she probably fucked up but good.
After all, she hadn't fallen asleep until about two that night and it had all started with Nick's fucking surprise.
She was kind of pissed about it, although she knew she shouldn't have been. The thing that pissed her off was that he'd given it to her at twelve-thirty and it took about two hours to tell him how she felt about it. Had he just asked her earlier in the evening, maybe things would have been different and she could have fallen asleep a lot earlier. Of course, she was sure, if they had talked about it earlier, chances were good that the fucking wouldn't have been good. Nick would not have been into it.
The thing that he gave her was a diamond engagement ring.
As soon as she opened the box, she tried to smile, but she knew that she could never accept it. At least not now in her life.
"Will you marry me?" Nick had asked her, the second she opened the box, so that had she not known it was an engagement ring, she would have known when he asked.
It was one of the biggest, most beautiful diamonds that she had ever seen, in a sterling silver band. There were a few bagets around it, too.
She had looked at him in surprise and then, because she could see how enthusiastic he was and she was not, she looked back down at the ring.
It was a much safer thing to do, she knew.
"Well?" he asked her and she started to try and smile once again.
"I thought you said this was a surprise," she told him. "I mean, it is. I mean, well, I don't know what I mean. I mean, look, don't I get a chance to think?"
"Of course. But do you really need the time to think?"
"Yes. Nick, I can't marry you," she said. "I'm so glad that you want me to, but I just can't marry you. I'd love to and all, but ... "
"You just can't marry me. But why?"
Why? Why? She knew that if she told him, she would never see him again.
The why had to do with all the other men. Much as she loved Nick and loved fucking him, she enjoyed sex with the other men, too.
There were at least four or five steadies and each one had ways they could turn her on. For instance, Al was pretty good with the whip and every so often, when she was into light bondage and wanted to get it, she'd call him.
Then there was John. He was the best ass fucker she had ever had and when she was in the mood to get her dunghole plowed, she'd make a date with him.
And of course, Kenny. Slowly but surely, Kenny had been teaching her to be a perfect slave for him. Every so often, in order to get into that, there was some light S and M, never anything too heavy. As a matter of fact, she had a date with Kenny the next night, to move on to lesson number five.
So how could she tell this all to Nick? She knew that she couldn't. She had never told him that he was the only man she was dating, but then again, she had never told him that he was not. She just said she was busy when he'd ask her out certain nights.
"Nick, I'm just really beginning to enjoy my single life."
"You've been single all your life. You're twenty-three. What more do you want to do before you get married?"
"A lot more," she said, but when he asked what, she couldn't even think about it.
She did think about Kenny, because, out of all the men she had been seeing lately, he was the hottest looking and she had been getting off on becoming his slave. In fact, the one thing that bothered her about Kenny was that he had a lot of other girls who he had as slaves and sometimes, although she knew she had no right to feel that way, jealousy would start to set in.
She was sure that Nick would be so furious if she told him that.
So, all through the night, she had been bullshitting with him, or at least for the next two hours, which seemed like all through the night.
She told him, at one point, that she was seeing another man and when he heard it, he seemed to take it better than she had expected.
"Oh, really? Why didn't you tell me about this then?"
"I didn't think you'd like the idea of it. I didn't think that you were so serious about me that you'd propose, either. Look, we've only been together about six months and we only see each other once or twice a week."
"Well, that's a long enough time to get to know someone."
"Yes, but what I'm saying is don't you think I would have wanted to see you every night if I had been serious enough to marry you?"
"Not necessarily. I thought that we could start doing something like that now that we're engaged. If we're engaged, I mean."
"But we're not," she said. "That's the whole thing. We're not."
"And you don't want to be?" he asked her. "Is that what you're saying?"
"I don't know. I'd need time. I think I said that two hours back."
At that point in the conversation, they had been talking for a hour, but she was just exaggerating. But an hour later, she was saying that she needed more time again, so she did say it a lot that night.
"Well, we could start by seeing each other every night," he said. "We could do that for a week and then we'll see what happens. Who knows? In a week's time, you might change your mind. It could happen."
"So you'd want to see me tomorrow night?" she asked.
"Yes. That's what I just said."
"I can't. I already have plans. I mean, I didn't know this was going to happen. I didn't know that this would happen. I don't know what to do."
"You mean you have a date with the other guy?" he asked.
And she said that she did. It was easier that way, even though Kenny was not really the only other guy. He hadn't been all that happy to hear about one other, so she was certainly not going to bring any others up.
She didn't even remember who had finally said that they had to get to sleep, although she had been saying it at many times.
Right before they fell asleep, she handed him the box with the ring and told him to put it away. She told him that he was very sweet and she didn't want this refusal to change their relationship, even though she sensed that it would. She told him that she did love him, then said goodnight.
There was very little said between them that morning, which was not usual and she had gotten into a fight with him. While they were eating breakfast, something that she had thrown together fast, she could see the way he was trying to say nothing and she accused him of being childish.
"Not accepting an engagement is not the fucking end of the world," she said.
"I was hoping to see you tonight and I'm not happy, knowing that I won't."
"How long were you hoping that?"
"I thought you would accept my engagement and then we would go out tonight. Maybe I'll go to a bar and see what I can find."
"That would be a good idea," she said and he was furious.
She couldn't understand why, It was true that they had never talked about just dating the other person exclusively and she was sure that if he found another girl and saw that there were other good lays, he would feel better.
Of course, Roberta knew, too, that there were always some risk to be taken. He seemed to have marriage on his mind and were he to find another girl that he liked as much as her, chances were good he would want to marry her.
But those were the risks that she had to take and she was willing to do it.
In the elevator, going down, he was silent again and she ran to get a cab and yelled back that she would call him at work that morning.
As soon as her first model left, she did, but she couldn't control herself. She told him that he had no right to be mad at her and she was even pissed at him, because his childish ways that morning had left her feeling shitty and she was sure that she had fucked up the photos for the first model.
He just listened to her and then told her that he had another client waiting to see him and he hung up, which just pissed her off even more. She was so sure that now, he was the last person in the world she would marry.
If he couldn't face up to her when she was mad at him, then fuck him.
But she thought about his great dick and how much she would miss it and she did hope that he'd come around again.
That night, she would be going over to Kenny's anyway and he had a good dick and an incredible way of making her juices flow. At least, she thought, I'll be out for the night and I won't have to think about Nick.
Also, she thought, she wouldn't have to worry about Nick calling her in the middle of something, since he did not know Kenny's phone number.
"Susie's here," Roberta's secretary said, as she stuck her head in. "She's the next girl you're going to shoot."
"Tell her to wait in the studio," Roberta said to Midge.
She sat for a few more seconds, inhaled a few times, because doing that always cleared her head, then stood up.
"Please don't disturb me for the next hour," she said to Midge. "I have to keep my mind on this shooting. I think the last one was fucked-up."
"Here, take a look. I rushed them out. We already have the negatives back."
She held them up to the light and looked at them. She started to smile. They had come out much better than she thought. In fact, since the first person she had shot was rather ugly, the pictures made her look sensational. Suddenly, Roberta felt a little bit better and proud of her own work. It took talent to be able to do such good work when you were in such a poor frame of mind.
She walked into the studio and smiled at the young blonde who was sitting there. She picked up the form that the girl had filled out.
"Susie Taylor. Well, that's a nice enough name. You want some resume stills, I see here. What are they for?"
"Just a show," the girl said and when she smiled, Roberta was happy. She knew that she would have no trouble with this girl. When a model was as good looking as this blonde-haired, blue-eyed blonde, it was easier.
After all, she thought, think about the one I did this morning.
"All right. How did you want these done?" Roberta asked.
"Oh, I don't know. I thought that I would let you decide."
Roberta walked over to the wall of backdrops, each one which could be pulled down. She started to pull them down one at a time, first so the girl could see the plain colors that they had and then the exotic locales.
When she had one down of a beach, the girl smiled.
"I think that would be perfect," she said and Roberta laughed.
"I take it then that you brought a swim suit," she said.
"No, but this will be good anyway, I'm quite sure."
And then, right before her very eyes, the girl started to get undressed. She had only been wearing a T-shirt and since her nipples were so prominent, it was easy to tell that she had no bra on, something that was confirmed as she lifted the blouse up over her head and dropped it onto the floor.
Then, she unsnapped her pants and slid them and her underwear all the way down, baring herself completely for Roberta.
She stood completely naked. As Roberta's eyes wandered down the girl's golden, quite obviously suntanned body, she could see that the girl had no cunt patch at all. She looked a little bit closer and saw that the girl must have just shaved herself again that morning, for she was shaved close.
"Well," the blonde said, holding out her hands. "What do you think?"
"Fabulous," Roberta said, almost letting her sex get away with her.
"Why, what do you mean by that?"
"I don't know. I mean, you just look good. Nice and tan and I haven't seen too many shaved pussies. It looks great. But why nude?"
"The play I want to try out for has some nude scenes. I figured I could also use one or two nudes for my portfolio."
"True, because that is standard. Most people have them. It will be easier with you, too. Usually, you try to cover the cunt, or the cunt patch and if you don't, you airbrush it out. I won't have to worry."
"Then start shooting," the girl said and she moved right in front of the backdrop.
Roberta did just that, although now, she could hardly keep her mind on it.
It hadn't been that long ago when she'd had a lesbian experience and it had not even been her first one, even though the first one had been when she was only a little girl and had been fingering her friends.
But then, the last time she had been with Jack, he had brought another girl into it. The girl's name had been Shelley and at first, both Roberta and Shelley were working on Jack. One would suck the dick while the other ate his nipples, or licked his asshole and when it came time to fucking. Jack would fuck one and suck the other.
It had been a really nice experience, except for one thing that Roberta forgot about until Jack came in Shelley.
Jack had never been one for having that much stamina. He would usually leave Roberta satisfied, in the end, but she knew, after he came in Shelley, that he was just not going to have enough energy to do them both. .
So, while he had been getting something to drink from his kitchen, she had reached over and she had started to play with Shelley's pussy. The woman had a trimmed brown cunt patch, which was nice and hot looking.
"You too?" she had asked Roberta, as she reached over and moved her fingers to Roberta's cunt. "I mean, I'm still horny."
"Me, too. Have you made it with women before?"
"On and off, Roberta. But I'm hot for you. I'd love to eat you."
And within seconds, Roberta had climbed onto the other woman's face, so that Shelley could start to work her cunt over. Shelley started to flick her clit back and forth nice and fast and Roberta felt the way her whole cunt spasmed hard. Then, when she saw the way Shelley started to finger herself, she knew that she had to reciprocate.
She was familiar with the taste of pussy. She knew what her own tasted like, because on occasion, after jerking off a few times, she would drink the juices or rather, just lick her hand off after she came.
She had moved her mouth right down to Shelley's cunt and of course, the other woman had been only too willing to move her fingers away. Roberta had spread her cunt lips wide apart and she had started to suck on Shelley's clit.
And that was when she knew something about herself for sure.
After all, as good a cunt-licker as Shelley was, Roberta knew that her first hot orgasm had come because she was so turned on over the taste of Shelley's juices. Shelley might have thought that it was her tongue work which made Roberta's juices flow the way that they did and Roberta certainly never would have told her otherwise.
She knew, then, that she could love both men and women.
She and Shelley had been going at each other for the longest time and when they had finally pulled away for a breather, they had seen Jack standing near the door. Since neither girl was a steady of Jack's and since the sight of two girls going down on each other made Jack hot, he hadn't minded watching.
As a matter of fact, when Roberta looked over by the floor, she could see a load of come that had to have been shot from Jack's dick. Obviously, he had been jerking off while they had been getting it on.
He was hard again, which she thought was good, but she wasn't sure if he could come again. It was only later that he came in her.
But after that time with Shelley, she took the girl's number. They had only met one more time and it had been hot for both of them. They had had no man with them that time, so they both knew that another woman, without a man being there, could turn each other on.
Chances would have been good that they'd get together again, more often, except Shelley had been offered a sensational job in San Francisco and she had taken it. She had split to leave a week after they had first met each other and since that time, Roberta hadn't thought about another woman.
After all, the men she dated could surely turn her on, otherwise, she didn't date them again.
Now, as she was taking some shots of the naked blonde, she could feel the pleasures starting to build up between her legs. She loved it when the girl lay back, as if she was sunning, but then, she spread her legs too much.
"Nope, cover the cunt," Roberta said to her.
"But there's no hair there. What's the difference? It won't be explicit."
"Are you for real? It's even more explicit now. I can see right up your pussy and I could sell this shot to a porn magazine if I wanted to."
"Do you like what you see?" the girl snickered, but Roberta just let that one go by. She wanted to get the shooting finished before anything else was done.
As she continued and Susie kept changing her positions so that she could shoot her from all angles, she started to talk with her about the shaved pussy.
"How long have you had it shaved?" she asked.
"I don't know. A couple of years, I guess. I never really liked the way it looked when my hair started to grow. I tried trimming it, but the color was light anyway and trimmed, from afar, it looked like I had nothing. So I decided that having nothing was better than looking like I had nothing."
"And what do your friends say? I mean, your sexual friends?"
She had been planning on saying boyfriends, just to see which way Susie went, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Of course, sexual friends was even more of an indication for Susie that the photographer was hot for her.
"They love it. I mean, we all have the problem of getting hairs in our mouth, right? Well, that prevents it from happening again, you must realize that. I can't remember the last time a 'sexual friend' had to pull the mouth away to pull a hair out."
She started to laugh. By Susie's reference to her 'sexual friends,' Roberta knew that she was being made fun of.
But she did think about the hairs. Much as men admired her pubic patch, there were still those times, like last night, when some good hot pussy eating had to be interrupted for a man to pull a hair out of his mouth.
Of course, she still never would have dreamed of shaving herself.
They finished the shooting later and the girl said she wanted to have a cigarette. Roberta had been expecting her to get dressed, but when Susie didn't, she started to sense some kind of attraction.
She sat next to the girl and she decided to make the first move.
"Can I just see something?" she asked. "I mean, I want to see how smooth it feels down there. Do you mind?"
Before the girl could answer, Roberta slid her hand down to her cunt. She rubbed her palm over the area where a mound would have been and she started to feel how very nice and soft it was indeed.
Her fingers made contact with the girl's cunt lips and she did so purposely. She started to rub them just a little bit and just a little was all that it took for Roberta to know that this chick was hot.
Her cunt lips were wet and when they slid apart and one of Roberta's fingers moved right in, she could feel how much wetter the girl was inside. No, she was soaked.
The girl spread her legs more, too, which was another sure sign of how much she loved what was happening to her and then, Susie spoke.
"You are a hot looking woman, Roberta. I could see making it with you."
"Well, I've never eaten a hairless pussy before, but I sure as shit would love to try it. I'm going to do just that."
She moved her mouth right down between the girl's legs and she stuck her tongue out and started to lick her cunt lips. She spread them wide apart in an instant and she knew how hot Susie was then.
The girl had a huge clitoris and it was stiff and with her lips spread wide, it was sticking straight out. Roberta just moved her lips right around it and started to flick her tongue back and forth over it.
The girl began to come that very second. She was thrusting her hips up and down and Roberta loved it.
She remembered having to stop to pull a hair out of her mouth when she had been eating Shelley and it had been annoying. It would bring you down a little bit, even if you were at a sexual high and then, you would have to get right back up there.
But with Susie's shaved pussy, she didn't have to worry. There was not a single hair that entered her mouth and that was great.
She started to suck on the clit harder and then, after making the girl come again, she started to drink the juices. She moved her tongue, afterwards, all over the pubic area and could not even feel a stubble where the hairs would have been, for that was how close Susie kept herself shaved.
"How about you?" Susie asked. "I'd love to eat you."
Roberta sat up and started to open her blouse. She hardly ever wore a bra and that day was no different from all the others.
As soon as Susie saw her tits, she stubbed her cigarette out on the floor and sat up.
She moved her mouth to Roberta's breast and started to suck on her brown nipple. Roberta could feel how sensational it was and she noticed something. Every so often, Susie would move her nose to Roberta's hair and inhale. Also, she would start to stroke the hair and rub it over her own flesh.
Roberta loved it. She was happy to see that the girl, like most men, thought her hair was really sexy and hot.
As Susie was sucking her nipple, she was moving her hands to Roberta's skirt, too. She opened the zipper on the side and slid it down.
Then, she moved her hand into Roberta's panties.
"God," she moaned for a second, as she felt the thick black patch of hair, "you seem to have enough hair to make up for both of us."
Then, she pulled Roberta's panties down and looked.
The hair was really thick and a little bit tangled. Susie started to run her fingers through it and she moaned softly.
"I love a hairy patch, though. If I had had one that looked like this, I don't think I would have shaved it. This one is a hot looking one. Mine was ugly."
Roberta felt good about that. She had thought, from Susie's first reaction, that the girl was not happy about all the hair, but she learned just the opposite.
After a few seconds, Susie started to push Roberta down on the floor, so that the young photographer was lying on her back. Then, she got between her legs and moved her lips down to kiss Roberta's cunt.
She exhaled, hard, so that thy hot air blew right up Roberta's cunt and Roberta felt herself coming hard already.
Then, Susie spread her cunt lips wide apart and Roberta had to moan as she moved her tongue down and started to work it over. She flicked her clit back and forth as fast as she could and Susie sucked at the juices as they flowed out.
Roberta knew how much the girl was loving it, for when Susie started to move her own body around and lowered her cunt down, Roberta could see that she was coming already. It let her know that the girl loved the taste of cunt and it even reminded her of the way she had been coming the first time she had eaten Shelley, long before Shelley started to eat her in return.
She looked up at Susie for a second and saw the way the girl had her face buried between her legs, licking and sucking hungrily.
She couldn't believe it. She thought that the girl was so fucking hot looking and now she was sure of something. Susie was most probably a lesbian. Roberta didn't know why she was so sure of it. After all, Susie could have been thinking the same thing about her, after the tongue action she had performed on Susie's cunt and she was not a lesbian herself, but rather, a bi-sexual.
But Susie just seemed to be in it so much. She kept sucking harder and harder and soon, Roberta could feel her cunt spasming all over again.
She flicked her tongue up at Susie's cunt and the girl lowered it. Roberta loved the way it felt as her chin rubbed against the smooth-shaven area and she knew that there were some real good things about something like this.
She felt the juices dripping out of Susie's cunt even more and she loved the way the girl's big tits were rubbing over her belly. She could feel Susie moving her lower body around, so that it rubbed against Roberta's tits.
As they kept eating each other, Roberta slid her fingers up under the girl's red nipples and she started to play with them. She could feel them throbbing against her palms and when she felt that, she started to pluck at them lightly. She heard the way that Susie moaned then and was happy about something.
She had told Midge not to disturb them and she knew her straight-laced secretary would have freaked out if she walked in and found them.
It was rare that Roberta ever got into anything with a customer.
Once in a while, she would have some guys in who would want some nude stills, but most of them were actors and she knew what that meant. Though she hated to make a general statement, actors tended to like actors.
But every once in a while, she would have some hot man in who loved to fuck a good woman and if she was doing nude stills, it would usually lead to some action. It was usually always a boost to her ego, too, since most of the men would have limp dicks when they started and the ones who got turned on by her would start to get hard after the shooting began.
If her clothed body could get a man's dick to stand up, then it was a good compliment and she usually had to do something, because shooting around a hard-on was not easy. It was much easier when the man would be limp.
But, she was thinking, it didn't happen too often and this was definitely the first time that it had ever happened with a woman. She loved it, though and there was no way she was going to stop for a while.
She started to suck harder at Susie's pussy and even when the girl started to slap her cunt up and down, it was sensational.
She had no idea how long they had been going at each other, for when she was in the midst of some hot sex, she usually could lose track of air time.
But she knew that she couldn't go on forever with this girl anyway, because she had another appointment in an hour, or so it seemed. The blonde's hour just flew right by and suddenly, there was a buzz on the intercom.
"Harvey Fink is here," Midge said. "He's waiting for you to shoot him."
"All right. Just give me a few more minutes."
She had pulled away from Susie's cunt and good as it looked, she knew that she could not dive back in there.
She started to get dressed instead and it was a sign for Susie that their session had come to an end. Susie sat up and started to get dressed, too.
"Well, do you do this with all your photographers?" Roberta asked.
"No. I'm strictly one way and it can be a hassle. You're the first woman who ever did me. I mean, took my pictures. Most of the others I've gone to were men and it can cause a problem."
"What kind of problem?" Roberta asked her.
"Oh, some of them start to get turned on and expect to fuck me, or at the very least, they expect a blow job. Now I hate giving blow jobs more than I hate getting fucked and when you don't do it, those bastards take the whole thing so fucking personally. Shit, it's as if they think a girl has to fall on her knees for a dick."
Roberta smiled and started to think of Kenny, for a second. If Kenny would have ever heard that girl talking this way, he would have pulled out a whip and lashed the hell out of her, until she worshipped his cock.
After all, even though she had always loved cocks before meeting him, Kenny had still done a number on her to make her worship his dick. When he would have it out and make her want it, he could have her do almost anything just to get it. Once, he had even made her lick his boots and she had.
But Susie seemed to be more of an independent woman, or so Roberta thought.
For as she was walking the girl toward the door of the studio, Susie turned around and smiled at her.
"I hope you'll take our little encounter into consideration when it comes time to charge me. I mean, having pictures like this taken can really be a whopping expense. It would be nice to have some kind of a deal made."
The girl opened the door and started to leave, but Roberta ran after her and grabbed her hand, so that she whirled her around.
"Wait a second, sister," she said. "This whole thing started because I wanted to feel the skin there. You got hot and so did I. But I think you have this all wrong."
"Do I?" Susie asked, taking on a haughty air.
"You most certainly do. It's not easy doing a job like this. There are a lot of expenses. I have to pay the rent too and a salary for my secretary. I'm going to charge you whatever the hell I'd normally charge you. It won't be outrageous, but just because we got it on, doesn't mean anything."
"Well, I've never been so insulted. The others all do it."
Roberta started to laugh then and when Susie looked hurt, she explained.
"I thought you said that you never do anything with the others. Also, you said that you hate the idea of having to suck a cock."
"Yes, but a girl has to think of herself whenever she can and if I can save myself some money, three minutes of doing something I hate is worth it."
"Well, we spent a half an hour with you doing something you like, so maybe I should even bill you for that. But I won't. But there won't be a discount either."
Susie turned and stormed out of the office and Roberta walked back toward the studio. As she passed Midge's desk, the woman looked up.
"What was that all about?" she asked.
"Oh, nothing. That girl was just a pain in the ass when it comes right down for it. Shit, everyone is a whore nowadays."
"Is that what she is? She looked like one."
Roberta laughed, but it was one of the last times she laughed that day.
When she started to work with Harvey, she discovered something. He was one of those horny guys who was hot for her, but the feeling was not at all mutual. The whole time, he kept trying to expose himself, but since they were not doing nudes, there was no way he could do it fully.
She did see that hard bulge in his pants, but made no move to take it. She didn't want to have to do anything with it and when Roberta didn't want to do anything, she never did. She was not a girl to be forced.
Unless, of course, it was by a master as good as Kenny.
The whole day, all she could think about was what they would be doing that night. She still had no idea what the next step was he meant to take with her, but she did know that if it made her as hot as all the other times did, it would be worth it.
She even arrived early that night, because she couldn't wait.
CHAPTER THREE
She had met Kenny Ryan a few months back at a singles' bar, on one of her few nights out. Usually, she would meet most of her dates through work and since she hated the bar scene, she liked meeting men through work.
There was nothing worse than sitting in a bar acting like you were having a good time, when deep down, you were bored shitless and didn't want to talk with anyone.
But that night, she had seen Kenny walk in.
He was a handsome young man with curly brown hair and he had been wearing a three piece suit at the time. Roberta still had some superficial characteristics and she loved men in suits, mainly because she felt that it meant the man had money.
It was a bit of magic, she remembered.
She had been sitting all the way over on one side of the room. Kenny had started to scan the room, starting from the other side. He hadn't even moved away from the door and Roberta sensed what that meant.
She would sometimes go into a bar and check out the place and not move any further in than the door, if there turned out to be a bunch of .losers inside. Then, she would turn and walk right out.
Kenny had looked all around and she was the last one he looked at. She had a large smile on her face by that time.
And his eyes stayed with hers and he started to walk right over to her, as if there was some kind of magnetic pull guiding him there.
He had moved right in front of the table where she sat.
"Would you mind if I buy you a drink?" he asked her and she laughed.
"No girl ever minds if a guy buys her a drink," she said.
"True. But you must know that I have other things on my mind and by buying you a drink, that's what I'm telling you."
"Fine. But you must know that by my accepting your drink, I'm not necessarily accepting anything else that you have to offer."
"Fabulous. I love a girl with a sense of humor and wit."
And so, he had ordered drinks and they had started talking. Kenny was a teacher on the college level, teaching English and for a few seconds, after he told her, she had thought that was it.
He was an intellectual, so it seemed and she couldn't deal with someone on a brain level like that. But he'd turned out to be human. He hadn't started to bullshit about Milton or Shakespeare, the way some others might have.
And then, all of a sudden, out of the blue, he had asked her.
"I would like to take you home and hang you from my ceiling. Would you come?"
She was stunned and shook her head in disbelief, which he took as a no.
"I'd see to it that you have a good time."
"I don't know if I would come to your place," she said to him.
"No. I meant if I hung you from the ceiling, would you come? Do you think that you can get off on that? I mean, can you come?"
"Christ, I don't know. I've never let anyone do anything like that to me."
He had already bought her another drink by that time and once again, she had stressed that he was buying her drinks, not buying her.
"You seem like you're very open and honest about things and that's why I didn't hesitate to bring it up," Kenny had said to her. "I mean, with most girls I would have to wait a long time. But you look different."
"Can I take that as a compliment?" she asked him. "Or was I just called a whore?"
"No way. You are fabulous. I could see the aura surrounding you the second I walked in. I'm glad I saw you, too, because the rest of the chicks here don't cut it."
"What would be involved in your tying me up?" she asked.
"Total submission. I swear that I wouldn't hurt you at all."
"Great. How can I accept that? I hardly even know you. You can turn out to be some kind of sickie. I could wind up dead."
He started to laugh and then, he called the waiter over.
"Jim, tell this girl all you know about me."
And the waiter started to. He said that Mr. Ryan had been coming into this bar for years and that he was quite a responsible person. Most of the girls who went home with him always came looking for him again.
"Well, I know that I'll leave your place alive," she said. "But how do I know that I won't be one of those girls who falls for you and comes looking for you? It sounds like you can be cruel to them."
"Hey, don't tell me that you've never gone home with someone who ended up not turning you on and you didn't want to be with them again."
"I always give them one more chance," she said. "But just one."
"So then you come off even more cruel, because you make the man think that he really stands a chance and then, you let him down. It's harder after a second date."
And she knew that he was right and because he had made such good sense, she decided that she would go home with him. She knew that she had nothing to lose and ever since he had said something about hanging from his ceiling, she had been intrigued.
His apartment was quite ritzy and he told her that although he taught, he did it so he could have something to do.
His father had been an incredibly rich man and if he wanted, Kenny could have never worked a day in his life. She admired that, because most men that she had met, wouldn't have worked and she was sure she wouldn't have, either.
But it let her know that he was a concerned man, who didn't just want to fuck his time away doing nothing.
He poured her some champagne and they smoked a little grass, which she couldn't get over. She got so stoned, that she thought she'd pass out.
Then, Kenny had led her into the bedroom. She couldn't get over the white silk sheets that he had and as she laid back, she started to wriggle out of her clothing, only because she wanted to feel it against her flesh.
Her nipples were hard as rocks by the time she pulled her blouse off and when he got a look at her pussy, he smiled.
"You look very nice," he said. "A nice bush. Most girls don't keep their cunt bushes trimmed. They don't care about the way they look."
"I don't do much with mine. It's just growing this way."
He smiled and then he started to undress. She loved the fact that he had a hairy chest, covered with thick brown hair. When he pulled his pants down, she saw that he was not wearing underwear.
He had a pubic patch that was even thicker than her own and a cock that was long and thick and seemed perfectly suited to her.
He was hard as he pulled his pants down and the second that she saw him, she sat up, even if it meant giving up the soft silky feeling on her back. She moved her lips right to his cock and started to suck him.
At first, she had thought she was doing well, but then, when he wasn't moaning, or moving, she pulled her head back.
"What is it?" she asked him.
"There's something that doesn't turn me on about an aggressive woman. I like a woman to lay back and let me take charge."
"Well, excuse me," she said, laughing a little, but then, he slapped her.
It was not a hard slap, but it was enough to let her know that he was not kidding and laughter was not called for.
She felt a sting on her cheek and then, a spasm in her cunt.
He pushed her down on the bed and climbed on top of her. Then, he started to kiss her hard on the lips. All she wanted to do was move his thick rod to her cunt, for she could feel it rubbing over her belly and loved the way it felt. But she was too scared to try anything like that.
She knew that he would take it as being an aggressive move on her part and she did not want him to slap her again.
Then, he started to reach for her hands and he was pulling them over her head. She felt him sliding two nooses around her wrists and when he pulled them tight, he started to lick his way down her body.
He sucked on her nipples for a short while and then he ate her cunt. Then, he started to slide down further and she was upset. She had hoped, after his eating her and leaving her hanging, that he would start to fuck her.
Instead, he started to slip two nooses around her ankles, one around each one.
She had no idea of why he was doing that, until he stepped off the bed. It was only when he pushed a button and she looked up, that she saw the ropes were connected to some kind of apparatus over the bed.
She had been sure that they were connected to the bedposts, but then, she could feel her body being lifted up off the bed.
He climbed up on top of it and continued to hold the button, until her body was at a perfect height for him to fuck her at.
Then, he slipped his cock right into her. She didn't mind the way the ropes were cutting at her wrists and ankles, because the second that he started to fuck her, she knew that he was good.
He rammed his cock in and out of her cunt with the skill of a man who knew how to turn a woman on. She loved it when his groin slapped against her hips, each time that he entered her and he was massaging her buttocks while he kept moving. At times, he slid his hands up over her tits and plucked at her dark nipples.
Roberta would never forget how sensational that was. She never did tell any of her friends about how good it felt to hang from a man's ceiling, because she knew that they would think she was quite insane.
However, the feeling was better than anything she had ever experienced, because she had to do nothing but let her pleasures flow.
Usually, she would feel responsible and think that she'd have to start massaging the man's back or buttocks or chest, plucking at his nipples, but that time, she didn't have to think about it, much less do it, because she could not.
She was a body, suspended in air and at times, when he wasn't touching her with his hands at all and he'd thrust in, she'd feel her body swaying a little bit and she would love the way that felt.
"Yes, I can tell that you're a hot cunt," he moaned. "I can tell because I know when a bitch is coming. I know it."
And she had been coming, from the first second that he entered her, until he last second after he came, twice and his cock was still making contact with her clit, but then, eventually fell out of her.
By that time, her whole body was wet with sweat and right before he was shooting his second load into her, he slid his hand to her buttocks, got his finger wet, then rammed it into her asshole, so that when she exploded, he could feel the way her asshole started to spasm, too.
After he had fucked her that way, he'd lowered her and untied her.
They had more to drink and he told her that he had an early class the next morning and it would be easier if he just gave her cab fare and she went home. She had been quite upset then.
"Wait. I just had one of the best times of my life and I don't want it to end. I mean, well, how did you feel? I don't want you to think that you have to see me again just because I want to see you. You have to want to see me."
"I do. I'll give you a call, baby. I swear that I will."
She had left her number with him, even though she was skeptical. She had had enough men take her number and tell her they would call and then never hear from them, so she thought he was one of those kinds of men.
But he turned out not to be although, he didn't call her for a week.
When he did, he told her that there had been an accident with his father's fishing boat in Florida and he had been there for the past few days. She didn't know if she should believe him, although, when she did see him next, he was tan.
However, when he talked with her on the phone that time, he spelled out certain things that he wanted any girl to know if he was to see her again.
"For one thing, I love to make a woman my slave. That does not mean I hurt her, but I like to know that she's worshipping me. For another, I'm not making any kind of promise to you. Don't fall in love with me, unless, of course, you hear me tell you that I'm falling in love with you. Then it's a whole different story."
"And what if you fall in love with me and I don't fall in love with you?"
"There is no doubt in my mind that that situation will ever come up," he said and she thought he was a haughty bastard having an attitude like that.
But then, she realized that it was all part of his master trip and it was something that kept her turned on.
That night, when she went to his place, he tied her up, but only tied her hands behind her back, after telling her to strip.
Then, he stood in front of her and told her to open his pants with her teeth. She had never done anything like that before and thought that it was kind of humiliating, with his putting her in the place of a dog and all.
But she did it anyway, because she liked him enough. It took her about a half an hour to do it, but once she had his cock out and in her mouth, that was reward enough.
She had forgotten what a sensational dick he had. It was about ten inches long, the kind off cock that any true dick lover would fall for in a second. She could feel him entering her throat each time he thrust in and she started to moan as she had to hold him in her throat for periods of time.
At one point, he moved his hands behind her head, held it, then started to slam his cock in and out of her mouth.
She loved it. The total submission that she felt was turning her on.
But she knew one thing.
No matter what, there was this incredible sense of humiliation behind what he was doing to her and one reason that she didn't mind it so much was because there was no way that anyone else in the world would know.
She hadn't even told her best friend about meeting Kenny, which had made it harder for her during the first week when he didn't call, for there was no one to talk to about him. But she hadn't wanted to tell anyone that she hung from a man's ceiling and she wouldn't tell anyone about having her face fucked, either, or about having to open his pants with her teeth.
She had been glad that she was such a responsive woman, or as he liked to call her, a responsive bitch, because she was coming as he forced his cock in and out of her mouth and she wasn't even touching herself.
At one point, he slid his hand down between her legs to check, she knew and he seemed to be quite happy with what he felt.
When his cock started to throb in her mouth, .she came even harder and then, she felt him shooting off in her throat. She loved the way it felt, but liked it even more when he pulled his cock back and the rest of the come shot out onto her tongue, because she could at least taste the flavor then.
He'd laughed, because as she was tasting his come, he had his fingers inside of her cunt, but they were not touching her clit.
And yet, she was coming and that's when he called her a horny bitch again.
His cock stayed hard in her mouth and that time, he untied her and carried her to his bed, where he fucked her.
He even seemed to get off on the way she ran her hands up and down his back then, so she knew there were some good things to being a slave to this man. He wanted total submission, only at certain times. At other times, he liked to have her touching him, but still, she could never do anything that was aggressive.
Once, for instance, on a date, she had slid her hand to his thigh.
They had been out at a chic restaurant and no one saw her do that. He felt it though and everyone saw him slap her across the face and if they did not see it, they at least heard the cracking sound.
"I thought I made it clear to you the first time. Aggressive women make me sick."
"I was just trying to show affection."
"Kissing me on the ear, or cheek, is showing affection. Moving your hand to my thigh is just a few inches away from my cock and it's letting me know that you want it. No, letting me know that you desire it and are going to get it yourself. That's not the way I like it. Is that clear?"
"Yes," she'd told him and for the first time, she had felt it.
She had felt that she was falling in love with him and was upset. He had warned her not to and she couldn't understand why she would, especially after he had just slapped her in public.
Roberta was confused with her relationship with him from that moment on, but she still always had a good time with him.
The next time they got together was when he had greeted her naked. She could see that all he had on were leather boots and they looked grimy and filthy, unlike the boots of a man with money.
His cock had been very hard, too and of course, he'd noticed the way she had looked right at his dick the second she walked in. When she saw him looking at her, she had looked right back up at him, for she did not want him to take that as any kind of aggressive mood on her part. Still, it was a nice way to be greeted.
"Why are you wearing nothing?" she had asked him. "I thought that you wanted to take me to a movie first."
"I do. But I want to test you before I even do that. I knew that the sight of my hard dick would make you want it, right?"
"Can I say yes without you hitting me?" she asked and he laughed.
"Of course you can, darling, because you've forgotten something. Wanting it and actually getting it are two different things completely."
"What do you mean by that?" she asked and he had laughed again.
He had looked down at his boots then and of course, she had looked down, too. In the light of the living room, they looked even more dirty.
"I was planning on wearing these boots and no others tonight," he had said to her. "The only thing is, look at them."
"Yes, they do look awful. You must have another pair. I'll look through your closet and see if I can find you ... "
"No, stupid bitch. I made it clear. I want to wear these."
"Well then, they need to be cleaned. You can't wear them like that."
"I know. And I know how I want them cleaned. I want you to do it."
"Where's the polish and rag? I'll get right on it. Have it done in a second."
"With your tongue."
He had said it so suddenly and with such a tone of voice, that she knew he was serious. She looked at his face again, just to be sure and then, back at his boots. Moving her eyes from one to the other, his face to his boots and back, she passed over his cock and she could see a drop of come at the piss slit.
She started to understand what he was talking about then.
"You mean that if I lick your boots clean, I get to suck your cock?"
"That's exactly what I mean. Roberta, you're going to have to catch on faster if you want to be a slave of mine. It take too much time."
She would have said something to him then, but she did not want to waste any time. And so, she got right down on her knees and started to move her mouth to his cock, just for one lick, first. He didn't even let her get that.
He pushed her head down lower and she moved herself down the rest of the way. She stuck her tongue out and started to lick his boot. There was something horrid about the way the dirt tasted at first.
But then, as she licked it all off in one single area and she tasted the leather, there was something magnificent about it. She thought that she could lick leather for hours and thinking that way made it easier to lick off all the dirt.
She knew she would be getting to something that she liked and she knew that after she had both boots clean, she would be getting to something that she loved, namely, his dick. She couldn't wait to suck on that.
Midway through cleaning the second boot, he said something.
"God, it's a bitch when you step into dog shit and get it all over your boots, isn't it? I thought I'd never get it off."
She had started to gag a little bit then and he had looked down.
"Anything wrong with you?" he had asked her.
But she hadn't even answered. She knew that if she kept licking his boots, he would know that there was really nothing wrong with her.
And she did and soon, all the dirt was licked away and his boots even looked kind of shiny underneath all that crap.
She kept licking until he told her that it would be all right to suck him, because she didn't want to make that kind of move on her own. She knew that he would be pissed off at her if she did and probably, he'd slap her.
Finally, he said to her that she could suck his cock and she licked her way up one thigh and even sucked his balls for a few seconds, before she opened her mouth and moved it all the way down his shaft.
He hadn't tied her hands and she was able to play with his nipples while she was sucking on hiss cock and she knew she turned him on fast.
He'd started to pulse in her mouth a few seconds later and she felt him coming on her tongue and sucked harder.
Later, when they were at the movies, she leaned over and whispered in his ear.
"That really wasn't dog shit on your boots, was it?"
"No, Roberta, you don't want to know a thing like that. Why should you want to? It's over. You already did it."
She thought it meant that it had actually been dog shit, but then again, she never did know for sure, since he was the kind of man who liked to play games like that on her. Once, he had pulled a number on her that had left her furious and yet, the next night, she had gone over to his place willingly when he called.
The first night, he had made a date with her. When he got to her apartment, another girl answered the door.
She was completely naked and Roberta noticed that her cunt lips were wet. She had long red hair and her pussy patch seemed a little bit sparse.
"What are you doing here?" Kenny asked, as he walked into the living room, as naked as the girl had been.
"We're supposed to have a date tonight," she said. "You made a date with me."
"I most certainly did not. If I had, then Cindy wouldn't be here."
"But you did," she insisted and she knew she was right.
After all, it had reached a point where she loved to see Kenny and she would even mark her calendar on the nights that she'd seen him, so she would remember it. When he made dates with her, sometimes days in advance, she always marked it down, because she did not want to miss them.
Still, there had been no way she could tell that to Kenny without him knowing that her feelings for him were getting stronger and finally, he walked right over to Cindy and pushed her out of the way.
He stood in front of Roberta, with his huge dick dangling between his legs. He raised a hand, as if he was going to slap her, but he didn't. He stopped himself.
"Roberta, you don't want to cause a scene now," he said. "I don't want to cause one, either. But you happen to be wrong and I'd like you to leave. Our date is not until tomorrow night and you're making this uncomfortable for all concerned."
She had just turned, without saying anything and she had walked to the elevator.
At the time, she had been thinking, fuck this bastard. He's doing this on purpose because I know the date was for tonight. It must be another kind of test. Well fuck him and his tests and if he thinks he's going to call me and have me come over tomorrow night, he has another thing coming. Fuck him.
And that was just what she had done, the next night, when he called and asked her to come over. All day at work, she had been seething and Midge had asked her what was wrong, but Roberta wouldn't talk about it.
When she had gotten home, she hadn't even thought about calling him.
Then, at eight fifteen, fifteen minutes after she was supposed to be at his place, for he always seemed to make his dates for eight, he called her.
"What's wrong, baby? I thought that you would be on your way. Anything the matter?"
It was the word, "Baby" that had softened her up. When he said it, it made her melt and all the hate she had been feeling for him suddenly disappeared. She had told him that she would be right over.
They had never talked about why she had been late, nor did they ever mention the incident dealing with Cindy. She knew enough not to bring it up and he certainly wouldn't have wanted to start dealing with it, either.
So there were good times and bad times with Kenny and that night, before she arrived at his place early, she had called him.
"Our date is on for tonight, right?" she asked and he told her it was.
"And another thing. I have a surprise for you," he added.
And that was why she had rushed over there. However, when he first told her that he had a surprise for her, she had not responded. She didn't want him to hear how bummed out she was and that was because of Nick.
Last night, he had kept her going with that same shit and his surprise had turned out to be quite bad for her.
But then, she thought about Kenny. Chances were quite good that he was not going to ask her to marry him, but then again, last night she would have thought the same thing about Nick. His proposal had shocked the shit out of her.
She thought about what she would do it Kenny asked her to marry him and she knew that she would say yes in a second.
And that was why she rushed over there, too. The idea of his surprise was turning her on and when she arrived at a quarter of eight, instead of eight, he met her at the door. He opened it, smiled at her, let her in, then slapped her.
She felt the sting, but by that time, his slaps could arouse her. Still, she wanted to know what he had hit her for and he didn't waste any time in explaining. Kenny was like that. When he could see she was confused about something, he would explain.
"Eagerness is one step away from aggressiveness," he said to her. "You arrived early, making you eager, making you aggressive."
She could not argue with him, even though she did not agree. She would not have wanted to cause any kind of fight that night and she had always learned never to answer back to him. He liked that about her.
She wanted to know what her "surprise was immediately, but she didn't dare to ask and thought it was funny. Last night, Nick had kept her hanging and he had loved the way she kept after him to know what it was. If she had acted that same way with Kenny, he probably would take the whip to her.
They had a drink and talked about their days and about the things that they had been doing since they last met.
Kenny rolled a joint and they smoked it. As his blue eyes beamed at her. she was falling in love with him all over again. His soft curly hair looked so nice on his head and she wanted to kiss his mouth.
After they had smoked, he took her hand and started to lead her down the hall. He entered the guest room, which surprised her, since it was rare that they would do anything in there. After all, he had put a great deal of money into the many devices that he had in his room.
She could see what the surprise was right away. There was a massage table there and she knew he hadn't had it before.
"I've wanted to learn how to give massages for the longest time," he said. "I just got the table today and you're going to be my first. I want you to strip for me and then lay on your stomach."
She could not imagine anyone in her right mind not wanting a massage. It had to be one of the most relaxing things you could get.
Roberta wasted no time in peeling her clothing off. She pulled her blouse right up over her head and her tits bounced up and down before they came to a rest. He moved his fingers to her nipples as she stripped off her pants and panties and shoes.
Then, she climbed up on the table. He moved to one side and started to massage her flesh, firmly. At first, she thought that it hurt, when he was doing her shoulders, but by the time he had finished and was moving his hands lower, to her upper back, she could feel how relaxed her shoulder muscles were.
She moaned a little bit as he started to do her lower back and the sides of her body and then, he massaged her buttocks.
Roberta didn't want to tell him that it was unorthodox to do that. Masseurs were never supposed to touch buttocks or genitals or breasts, she knew, for she had a few friends who had taken a course in massage.
It was feeling too good and anyway, this was not your orthodox massage. It was something to lead up to sex and she didn't mind it when she started to get turned on.
He massaged the back on her legs and then her feet.
Then, she felt him moving his mouth to her buttocks. She couldn't believe how nice it felt when he started to flick his tongue in and out of her asshole. He spread her buttocks wide apart in order to expose it.
She felt his tongue sinking deeper and deeper into her and she felt the way he kept getting his tongue wet, so that soon, her asshole was nice and wet and her whole body was feeling looser than ever. She hardly even felt it when he started to climb up on the table, but she did know what was happening when she felt his hard cock between her buttocks. He drove himself into her asshole with one long, hard thrust.
She loved it. He had never really fucked her in the ass before, but other men had and she was used to it.
Getting fucked that way by a man who she was falling in love with, was even better and she kept moaning louder and louder as it happened.
He slid one hand around to her cunt and started to massage her pussy lips and when they slid right open, his fingers moved in and he started to play with her clit. He could feel the way it throbbed under his touch and he could hear the way she was moaning and feel her pressing herself up and down.
His cock felt sensational in her asshole. He knew that he wouldn't be holding back from coming for long, because the night was young.
And so, he started to fuck her even faster and then, she could feel his cock throbbing inside of her asshole. Seconds later, he was shooting his come into her.
As he pulled out of her, he climbed off the table and he wiped his dick off, then pushed it back into his pants.
"Over," he said to her, slapping her on the belly. "Other side."
Roberta couldn't wait. She was sure she knew what he was going to do then. He had first massaged the back of her body and worked her up so that she wanted him to fuck her in the ass and he had done it. There was no doubt in her mind that he was going to do the same thing, only this time, with the front of her body and her cunt.
"Don't move," Kenny said to her and she lay flat on the massage table, completely naked. Her large tits heaved up and down and when Kenny saw that, he moved his palms down over them and started to rub them.
Her nipples stiffened and then, he plucked at each one.
After she moaned for a while, he slid his hand down her flesh. He felt the warmth of her skin and he moaned softly.
"That feels so nice, Roberta," he said to her. "You always do."
He continued to move one hand down her flesh and he slid his other one up to her soft black hair, that was spread out all over the table. She loved the way he played with her hair, as if he really loved it.
Most men said that her head hair was the sexiest part of her and although she thought that she had other parts that were hotter, if enough people were turned on by something and they were, she liked it, too.
He slid his hand over her thick black pussy patch then and she noticed the kind of noise he suddenly made.
She remembered him having made that the very first time he had ever touched her cunt. It was almost a noise of disgust.
He started to press his palm down over her cunt patch and then, let his fingers do a light dance on her red cunt lips. When they slid apart, he started to wiggle her clit back and forth a bit.
Roberta was puzzled. She had expected a nice kind of massage in the front, like she'd had on the back and all he was doing was playing with her hair, with one hand and her cunt hairs with the other.
"How does that feel, baby?" he asked her and she moaned.
"Really nice. But then again, almost everything you do to me makes me feel nice."
"Does it make you feel like you could do anything for me? Does it make you think that you would be willing to do anything for me, so long as I wanted it?"
"I think so," she said to him, for even though she knew him now for a few months, sometimes, she couldn't trust him fully and this was one of those times.
He seemed to have some kind of evil gleam in his eyes.
"Answer me yes or no," he suddenly screamed.
"Yes. I think so. Yes," she said to him then.
And she saw him reach down under the table. He pulled out a can of shaving cream and sprayed some out over her cunt hairs. At first, she had no idea of why he was doing anything like that and she sat up.
"Now, Kenny, I really don't know if I like the idea of this," she said.
"Come on. You'll see just how beautiful your pussy really is. It will look so much better without all the hair there."
She thought about Susie that day and how good she had looked. She thought about Nick the night before and how the thing that had kept interrupting the way he ate her, was the hairs he got in his mouth.
Still, Kenny seemed to be doing this to humiliate her. She knew that. She watched him holding the razor up over her body.
"I won't do it unless you tell me for sure," he said.
"All right," she told him. "All right. Do it. Get it over with."
And as he pressed the razor down, he was looking at her soft black head hair. After she became his total willing slave, that would go next.
CHAPTER FOUR
Of course, Kenny wouldn't tell her that then, nor would he tell her until the time was right. He was sure that if she had ever had any idea of how much he wanted to see her with a shaved head, she would never let him cut her cunt hairs.
He was an expert with a razor and he pulled at her skin here and there, so that it would be taut and the razor would cut more easily.
He sliced away small areas at a time and he dabbed her skin with a washcloth to wipe away the hair and shaving cream,
After cleaning her up one, he reapplied more lather and he started to cut away again, just to make sure that she would be smooth and that there wouldn't be the slightest trace of stubble.
Roberta stayed sitting up, because she was still nervous and had to see just what he was doing. When he first wiped away all the cream and hairs and she saw her cunt before he re-lathered, she hated it.
She started to cry in fact and Kenny slapped her across the face.
"Why are you crying? This looks beautiful. At least you can see your cunt lips now and not just thick messy hairs. You kept your bush like shit, if you want to know the truth. It looked shitty."
"But I thought that you always liked it," she said and she suddenly felt like he must have been lying to her for the longest time about things. If he had lied to her about something as important as her cunt, there was certainly a good chance that he would be lying about other, more minor things.
"It looked all right, but this looks better," he told her.
"I don't think so. I think it looks worse. And it's so permanent."
He slapped her again for a stupid remark like that.
"What do you mean? Don't shave for a week and your patch will grow right back. You do say stupid things sometimes."
He hadn't yet told her that in order for her to keep seeing him, she would have to keep her cunt patch shaved. It was one way of making sure she was on the way to being his willing slave. If she couldn't do something like that for him, then he would want no part of her, he knew.
In many ways, Kenny was happy about the fact that she didn't like it.
After all, it would be even more of a test. If she didn't like it, but he did, he would be able to see who had a stronger will over her soul. Of course, a self-will should be stronger in a person, for a person to be total, but that was something Kenny didn't want in a woman.
He wanted a woman who would let him have control over her will.
The second time he shaved the mound area, just to make sure that it was stubble free, he nicked her a little bit and she bled. She started to cry about that, too, but he slapped her again.
Then, he washed off the shaving cream and hairs and he patted some powder onto the area, so that she wouldn't be all chafed.
He took a step back and admired his work. There was something so beautiful about a hairless pussy, he thought. At least you could see the cunt lips and that was really what counted. The hairs were just a pain in the ass.
One look at her face was enough to let him know that she was still not impressed and the test was beginning already.
He smiled proudly, as if he loved what he was looking at.
He looked right into her eyes and waited to see how she would respond. He could see the sides of her mouth moving up every so often, as if she wanted to smile but just could not bring herself to do it.
"Well, what do you think?" he asked her and she looked at him again.
"I don't know. What do you think?" she asked.
He knew that she was being tricky, but still, it was a positive sign. It was so easy to tell that she didn't know what to say and that she was really waiting to hear what he thought about it.
Her response would be his response, he was sure.
"I happen to love it. I happen to think that it looks better than anything I've seen in the longest time. I happen to think that it looks better and it makes me want to eat you more than ever."
"Then why don't you?" she asked him and he slapped her hard.
"Aggression, bitch," he screamed. "You know how much I can't tolerate it."
"But you said that you wanted to eat it. You said so first."
"You still didn't tell me what you think about it. How do you expect me to eat your cunt when I don't even know if you like it or not?"
"I don't know. I guess I never really thought about it."
"That's another one of your problems, Roberta. You don't think as much as I know you're capable of. It's a stupid trait."
She couldn't believe the way he was talking to her. He was making her feel even worse and she was feeling bad already.
As soon as he had wiped the hairs away, she had thought about something. She had thought that now Nick wouldn't have to worry about the hairs in his mouth, but then, she had thought about something else.
Even though he had made mention of the hairs, he had told her so many times about the way he loved her cunt patch and how beautiful it was.
She was sure that he wouldn't like it.
Even more so, she didn't like it. She remembered the way that Susie had said something about her patch being so nice.
Something like, "If I had one like yours, I would have kept it."
Roberta knew then that some women were meant to have shaved patches and others were meant to have thick ones. She fell into the latter category and was aghast at what she had let him do to her.
She felt ruined and honestly wondered if she would function normally now. She knew that her cunt hairs had nothing to do with her cunt and the way it worked, but sex had a lot to do with what you were thinking and she couldn't help but feel that she was a tiny bit inadequate now.
"Well, don't you love it?" he asked. "Because I do. But I still want to hear from you, Berty. What do you think about it?"
She knew what he had to tell him she thought then and so, she said what he had said to her. She started to rub the clean-shaven spot and she smiled.
"I guess I think that it's lovely, too," she told him.
"Good," he said to her and she would have asked him why, only he moved his mouth right to her clean shaven area then.
He started to lick the place where the hairs had once been and she could feel the way her body was tingling already.
Then, he slid his tongue down to her cunt lips and he started to lick them. He spread them wide apart and then he flicked his tongue back and forth over her erect clit, so that she was coming.
She thrust her hips up against his face and he pressed her down. Once again, she knew that she was being too aggressive for him.
He started to suck on her clit and he could feel it throbbing under his touch. He sucked at her juices when he felt the way her cunt started to spasm and she could feel the way he exhaled on her bare cunt spot, so that his warm breath was hitting her there and making her feel fine.
When he licked it and he seemed to be doing that at many times, darting his tongue out of her cunt and over the bare spot, like he would dart it over her clit, she could feel a really nice sensation.
Something that she had never felt before, because her cunt hairs would be covering that area and leaving it closed to sensation.
But still, she hated the way it looked. She just hated it and as she stared down, she started to hope that the hairs would grow really fast and soon. In fact, she was even thinking that she saw one growing when he lifted his head up.
"I'm so glad that you like it this much, because seeing as how you do, I want you to keep it this way. I want your cunt to be shaved always."
She opened her mouth and was ready to scream. But because of the way he was looking at her, she just didn't think that she could.
It seemed to be one of the ultimate tests of all. Could he be serious, she wondered. Why would he want her to do a thing like that?
But then, she started to think about all the things, the boot incident, in particular. She would never in her life forget the way he had said it was dog shit, just at one point, but then, he had never let her know the truth.
That had been horrible and humiliating, but this, she thought, was worse.
"Well, what do you have to say for my decision?" he asked.
"Why?"
She said it so simply, with very little expression on her face and yet, he still reached over and cracked her hard on the cheek. She moved her hand over to try and grab his and because of that, he struggled, broke free and slapped her a second time.
"How dare you," he said to her. "How dare question what I ask you to do? I don't really know if I ever want to see you again."
Roberta thought about the fact that if that was so. she could let her pussy hair grow right back. But that seemed to be the only good thing about him.
She wanted him more than any other man and this night had made the feeling even more intense. When he had fucked her asshole, she had felt pleasures flowing through her body like she couldn't remember feeling in a long time.
And it had only been a short fuck. She knew that he was capable of keeping her going for long extended periods of time and when his cock worked in and out of her cunt, she came even more and even harder.
She thought about how his cock would look moving in and out of her cunt and she didn't even like the idea of it. Her bald pussy was just a turn-off for her.
"And how dare you try to stop me from hitting you," he said to her then. "I really do think that you should leave now."
She burst into tears and she was crying even more than she had when she first looked down and saw what her cunt looked like after the shave. That time, however, he had hit her and this time, he didn't.
He started to stroke her long black head hair.
"I don't want to stop seeing you," she said. "I really don't. Please don't make something like that happen. Please."
"All right," he said and she felt the way his fingers moved through her soft strands of hair and danced lightly on her back, touching her naked flesh. "You still have this incredibly lovely hair. You should be proud of that."
She turned and looked at him and saw the way he was smiling. There was something puzzling about it and yet, overall, it made her feel better. She wiped the tears from her cheeks and touched his face.
"Do you really like my head hair? Some people think that it's my greatest attribute. Some people thought my pussy hair was and ... "
"Well, those people who did are fools and didn't know a nice looking patch from and ugly one. But they are right about your head hair."
He knew that it would be even harder for her to understand why he was going to want to shave that off, too, but he knew he didn't have to worry about it tonight. After all, he had just complimented her on it and that was something she would remember.
But he knew what he was doing. It would be even more of a test for her when he asked. He knew she would probably say that he had loved it and he wouldn't even give her any kind of explanation, except to say that he liked the bald look and if she could not get into it for him, she was not for him either.
"Well, maybe I can live with my cunt like this," she said to him. "I mean, not too many people get to see it anyway."
"I should hope not. I don't think of you as that much of a whore."
She couldn't believe the way he had said it. He was saying that she was something of a whore, in a sense and not denying that she was a whore, like she would have expected him to do.
Roberta kept wanting to scream at him, but she couldn't.
She noticed, after a short time, when she didn't want to keep looking at his face, that his arm was moving slowly and when he took a step back from the table, she could see something else. He hadn't shoved his cock back into his pants since he had fucked her ass, or if he had, he had pulled it back out again. She hadn't really noticed his cock at all, while he had been shaving her.
But now, it was out and his jerking hand had gotten it hard again. Or maybe, she thought, it was her shaved pubic area.
She had to know and so, she came right out and asked him.
"Do you really think that this looks attractive? I mean, does it turn you on?'"
"Of course, you silly twit. Do you think I'd make you do it. and keep it that way if it didn't? What do you think I am, some kind of masochist? I wouldn't date a girl who didn't turn me on. Do you understand?"
"Do I understand what?" she asked and she could tell by the look on his face that he was quite annoyed at her.
"Do you understand that if you have the hair, it doesn't turn me on?"
"But it did. Or at least, I thought it did."
"I can fake things very well. I knew that asking you to be shaved was not something I could do on a first date. So I acted like I loved that ragged patch of yours, even when it looked its shittiest. But now that it's gone, I'm happy about it. Now, all of your body is hairless, except for your head."
He started to stroke her hair again and that time, she noticed the way he pulled on it, just a little bit harder.
She thought there was something so strange about it. It was almost as if he was trying to pull her hair right out of her head, or so it seemed. He would yank hard for a second and then ease up, but for that second, there was a bit of pain.
"It works every bit as well, your cunt does," he said to her.
"I know. It felt rather nice, too, when you were licking that area."
"I thought it did. And did you see me ever have to stop and pull one of those horrid curly hairs out of my mouth? Wasn't it better that I could keep you hot continuously?"
She shook her head and yet, she couldn't tell him the one thing that she hated about the way her cunt was shave.
And that was the look. In her eyes, it looked horrid.
Well, she kept thinking, I don't have to look at my cunt that much either. I can sleep with my panties on, so that in the morning, when I change, that's the only time I'll have to see it. And yes, when I take a shit. Then too.
And almost as if he could read her mind and wanted to shatter that one soothing thought of hers, he moved his hand back down there, rested it on the bare mound and started to rub her cunt lip.
"The only thing is and I'm sure it will be some kind of hassle, is that you do have to keep it shaved every day. Every morning, when you get up, you'll have to shave. You'll know what a man suffers through when he has to shave his beard. Mine's so heavy that I have to do it twice a day, but I don't think the hair here will grow as fast. I think once in the morning will be good."
She couldn't imagine it. One of the things that she hated to do most in the whole world was shave her legs and luckily, she could get away with it once a week and sometimes, during winters when she tended to wear stockings, she could go two weeks before the stubbles were unbearable.
But then, when she had to do it, sitting down in the bathroom and lathering her legs, was still a fucking pain in the ass and it was rare that she got away without a couple of bloody nicks.
She thought about bloody nicks near her cunt and hated the idea.
The sour look on her face let him know that and he continued to play with her cunt lips, almost as if he wanted to try to get her turned on again. He started to stroke her clit as her lips spread and he spoke.
"I don't see why not. I don't see why you wouldn't want to see what it's like for a man to have to shave every morning. You always act like such a strong, independent woman. You have the kind of job that most men would love. You've really moved up in the business world, the way a man would. Now do some other manly things."
She could think of one manly thing that she would like to do that second and it was bobbing up and down between his legs, but she knew that she couldn't reach for him without being slapped across the face.
"I guess so, although it is a horrid manly thing to have to do," she said.
"Yes, but then again, how fair is the world?" he asked.
She didn't say anything. Every so often, when he would make her do something that he knew she hated and she might complain that it was unfair, he would start to talk about the world and our society in particular and he could go on for hours.
She knew how true it was. The world was a very unfair place.
By remaining silent, she aroused his curiosity, but he was still massaging her clit and arousing her in other ways.
She closed her eyes, for looking at her naked pussy was just too horrid for him and she started to moan. She could feel the way her cunt walls were spasming open and closed around his fingers and he loved it. He started to massage her naked wet cunt walls and she loved that, too.
She lay back. It was the first time that she had done so since he'd started to shave her and when she opened her eyes, she could even forget about the way she looked between her legs, because she didn't have to see it. She turned her head to the right and smiled at him and he smiled back.
Then, he started to peel off his shirt and she loved the way his hairy chest was looking. She could see how his nipples were stiff, for when they were, they would stick straight out and the tips of them were really long.
She moved a finger to one and plucked at it gently.
He moaned softly, surprising her, since she was kind of expecting him to hit her and when she even thought about that, it was strange.
Why would she do something when she thought she would be hit?
Obviously, she thought, it must mean I want it, but what does that say about me? What kind of woman likes to be hit?
But she thought that it was only because of him. She loved him and she knew how much it turned him on to hit her and it that turned him on, then it turned her on.
When she looked back at him, he was completely naked. He had stripped himself and he was standing there with his hard dick sticking straight out. She still had her fingers around his nipple, but she pulled it away as she saw him starting to get up on the table, between her legs.
He slid both of his hands under her buttocks and lifted her up off the table. He lifted her much higher than she would have thought, because she was expecting him to raise her to his cock level, because she thought he would fuck her. Instead, he raised her even higher, up to his mouth.
She couldn't believe it. She could see his mouth glued to her cunt and because of that, she could see her cunt. She was so sure he had done that purposely, lifting her so that she was supported on the small of her back and her ass was up high enough so that she could see her cunt.
For she was sure about something. She knew he had to be aware of how much she hated the way she looked, even though she was saying the opposite. They had been seeing each other enough for him to know some of her facial expressions and she could never lie about something facially.
She had been told that most of her life, whenever she tried to lie. She was told that her face gave her away and he had even said it to her once.
She loved the way he was eating her, though and she closed her eyes. She felt the way his nose kept blowing hot air out against her naked cunt area and it was a turn-on like it had been when he'd beaten her after the shave.
For a second, he pulled his mouth away and she thought that he was going to pull a pussy hair out of her mouth, until she remembered that she had none.
"Why do you have your eyes closed?" he asked her. "You know how much I love looking at your eyes when I'm eating you."
He had never said anything like that to her before and she knew he was saying it now just to have her keep her eyes open.
So there was nothing she could do and her emotions pulled in two directions.
She started to love the way he was eating her pussy and physically, she was getting turned on a hell of a lot. But she had to keep her eyes on his and just a few inches below them was the spot where her lovely black patch had once been, a spot that was now making her sick to look at.
She started to pretend that she could see the patch, but it was hard. She was happy that he had a good hot tongue, though, because his clit work managed to make her come and once she started to, there was no stopping her.
Her cunt was spasming so hard and her juices didn't really have much of a chance to flow, because he was sucking and the suction just pulled them right out into his mouth. She could hear the way he was moaning and she knew it was because he loved the way her juices tasted.
He left her hanging in the middle of an orgasm and as he started to lower her down onto the table, she could feel his cock rubbing up against her cunt lips. She raised her legs up and wrapped them around his ass as he glided into her.
"Oh yes, that's the way I love it," she moaned, because as he thrust in nice and hard, he pressed his hairy chest down on her tits.
She could feel how his body was sweating a little bit already, because his chest hairs were soaking wet when they made contact with her tits. She started to moan as she felt her nipples throbbing over and over again and soon, she was coming very hard around his pulsating dick.
But he slowed down. Kenny could stay in the middle of a fuck for hours and not come, which was something she had always loved about him.
He pulled himself up a little bit, which she didn't like so much. She really did love to be smothered by a man's body when he was fucking her, but he started to thrust in and out, keeping the upper half of his body at a ninety degree angle with the flat table they were on and it did not take her long to realize why.
He was looking at his cock sliding in and out of her cunt and he seemed to have the widest smile on his face. She couldn't get over it and looking at his smile was a real turn-on for her, because she knew how happy he was.
In comparison with the way she felt when she looked right at her cunt, it was really a tremendous feeling, because looking at her cunt brought her down.
"You really do love the way it looks, don't you?" she asked him, between breathless moans, because she really couldn't remember the last time that she was this turned on. "I mean, that look on your face is wonderful."
"It pleases me very much to see it," he said to her. "Very much."
"Well then, it sure as shit pleases me," she said and she felt him thrusting in and out off her faster.
He was doing that cock drive motion, which he knew turned her on. When he would thrust into her, he would ram himself in fast and hard, pushing himself upwards just the tiniest bit, so that his sliding dick made hard contact with her erect clit.
Then, when he would slide back out, he would also be pushing himself up a little bit, so that his cock would still be making that hard clit contact and she couldn't get over how much she was coming.
She moved both of her hands up to his chest and started to press her palms down on his nipples. She loved the fact that he took no offense at it and as he was fucking her she started to come again and started to think again.
Was this the whole surprise?
He had told her, on the phone, that there was a surprise for her. When he had led her to the guest room, she had been sure that the massage he was going to give her was the surprise, or so he had made it seem that way.
But was this really it? The shaving? If it was, she didn't know what to think bout it. It could even be thought of as a worse surprise than the one that Nick had decided to spring on her and she hated the idea of that.
She stopped thinking that way. Kenny was starting to run his tongue over his lips in such a hot way, but unlike Nick, that was usually not a sign that he was going to come. It just meant that he loved looking hot for her and he certainly did.
She could feel his cock pulsating inside of her about five minutes later.
Then, he started to thrust faster, but not harder and she could feel the pulsations stretching her wider, just before he started to come.
"Yes, take it," he was moaning. "Feel the come burning through you, baby. Take it all. I want to feel that shaved pussy spasm."
She was so sorry when he reminded her of it, but she couldn't really say anything to him about it. She didn't want to tell him that he had just brought her down a little, because that would bring him down.
However, she knew that he had said it as another test.
She closed her eyes and concentrated on the spurting feeling she could feel inside of her cunt. He seemed to have an incredibly abundant load that time, for she felt like she was getting filled over and over.
He was thrusting for the longest time, even after he had finished coming inside of her and she started to moan as her pleasures subsided.
He pulled out of her then and lay on top of her, his limp cock pressing against shaved patch. He started to move himself around and she could feel a little bit more come dripping from his cock, on to that area.
It felt kind of nice, she thought, although, she was still remembering the way it felt when a man would run his fingers through her hair there. It felt almost like small snakes moving through her and she loved that feeling, too. In fact, she loved it more when she felt the snake-like feeling.
He stayed on top of her for a few seconds and then he pulled off. He climbed off the table and he started to walk toward his room. A few seconds later, he stuck his head back in and she saw that he had put on one of his fancy silk robes.
"Come on. Would you like a drink or something?"
"Sure," she said and as she hopped off the table and started to reach for her clothing, he asked her why.
"Just stay the way you are I can't get enough of looking at you dressed the way that you are. I think it's hot."
She hated it, but she had to comply with his wishes. She walked down the hall toward the living room, completely naked, even though he was dressed.
That made her feel even more uncomfortable. She thought she would have felt much better if he was naked, too.
When they were sitting in his living room, drinking champagne, she started to notice something. She had noticed it the first time she had come to his apartment, but she had been there so many times, that it was second nature to her.
A girl of her beauty would certainly notice a living room that had mirrored walls all the way around it and the first time there, she had loved it, looking at herself almost every single second.
He had told her, after noticing it the second time she was there, that she was one of the most vain girls he had ever laid eyes on. She had tried not to look at herself too much then, but now, she couldn't help it and at first, she thought that this could not have been something he had planned, like she had been thinking about so many other things which he had planned.
But then, he started to smile.
"You see, you can see yourself from every single angle around here. I thought that you would love it. I'll never forget the first time that you were over and you couldn't take your eyes off of yourself. Now you can look and love it."
But that could not have been further from the truth.
They had about three drinks and then, he asked her if she would like to spend the night. When he asked her that, she loved him even more.
Sometimes, out of the blue, he would just tell her that he felt like sleeping alone for the night and she would never be able to argue. She never liked it when he made her get dressed at late hours of the night, even though he would walk her down and get a cab for her and pay for it.
Some nights, she would think she was going to stay over and it would only be at the very last minute, that she'd learn otherwise.
But tonight, she thought, he really had to be in a good mood. It was still rather early in the evening and she knew that they were not finished with their fucking yet. Not by a long shot. She knew he could go a lot longer.
But it was reassuring to know that she wouldn't have to get up after a hot fuck and get dressed to leave. Plus, there was always something terrific about sleeping with a hot body that you loved and she did adore his.
She would snuggle up to him and feel a heat that his flesh gave off and in the morning, he always awoke with a hard-on and he always got rid of it by using her in some way or another and she never cared which way.
He started to pour her another drink and he seemed to sense a feeling of superb bliss from her, all because she knew she could sleep over. He had to break it. He loved to do things like that, as tests.
"Of course, you know why I want you to sleep over. In the morning, you're going to have to shave and I want to watch you do it for the first time."
CHAPTER FIVE
Nick Adams put the phone back down after he let it ring about fifteen times. He knew that after five rings, it meant she wasn't home, because there were a few phones in Roberta's apartment and she could run to any one of them. Also, when she took a shower, she always took her phone off the hook, so he knew that she couldn't be in the shower. She was just not home.
It was one in the morning and he couldn't believe it.
She had told him that she would be going out with someone else and of course, he was quite upset about it, but he had come to grips with the fact that there was nothing he could do about it, either. But now, calling and discovering that she was not in yet, was just making him wonder about where she was.
He was at the Iron Horse, the bar where he had first met her.
She had been sitting at the bar when he had first noticed her. He'd been at a table, having dinner with a friend and he had had no idea of when she walked in. All of a sudden, he had looked and she was there.
He had had a drink sent over to her and she had turned after the waiter pointed to him. She'd smiled and held up her drink to make a toast. He'd held up his and then he'd beckoned her over to the table.
Even as she walked, he had been getting off on the way her lovely hair bounced up and down. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen hair with body like hers and when she was closer, he could smell its sweet fragrance and eventually, when he finally got to touch it, he loved how soft it was.
He hated himself for thinking like that now. He had told her, during their talk that morning, that he intended to go out that night with someone, but that hadn't been the exact truth. He had been planning to go out and look for someone, although he had wanted her to think he was dating another.
After all, she had gotten him jealous and he had to do the same.
But as he looked over the girls in the bar, he could hardly believe it. There were certainly some lookers, but he kept thinking of Roberta and how perfect her beauty was to him and no other girl could compare.
It was a self-defeating thing, thinking about her and he knew it.
He really did want to meet others, because he knew that he was hung-up on Roberta more than she was hung-up on him and that kind of situation was turning out to be a disaster. He knew he had had no right to really get pissed at her when she refused to accept his proposal, but he had been so sure she would have.
The fact that she had turned him down had just come as a shock. He hadn't really prepared himself for anything like that.
He looked around the bar again, as he hung up the phone. He didn't move from it though, until he figured out why. He was really thinking about dialing again. Maybe he had dialed the wrong number and that was why there was no answer.
No. He had already called about ten times that night. It was the kind of number that he had memorized the very first time he had heard it, because he knew that he would be calling it many, many times.
So he walked over to the bar and sat back down in the seat he'd been filling for at least a good two hours.
He'd been filling himself with drinks for the whole two hours, too, so he was kind of high. He pushed his glass over to the bartender and the man took it.
"You sure you want another?" he asked Nick and Nick nodded, but then, he started to shake his head no.
"How many have I had? I don't really remember."
"Eight," the bartender said and he started to smile.
"Eight? You have to be kidding. Did I really have eight?"
"Yes. Maybe that is enough for you. I don't think you can stand too well."
"No. I'd like to go for an even ten," he said and then, he heard a voice.
"Why?"
He turned his head and he could see a lovely redhead sitting next to him. He had no idea where she had snuck up from and he had a deja vu. He remembered the way he had not seen Roberta walk in and she had suddenly seemed to appear from nowhere.
Maybe, he thought, this was a good sign and he smiled at the girl.
She smiled back and her long lashes fluttered. He could see that she had probably the lightest green eyes that he had ever seen. Her hair was a reddish orange color and it looked so soft and lovely.
It was probably the most beautiful red hair he had ever seen, too, because usually, he was not turned on to that redheaded look, especially if the girl had a face full of those large orange freckles, too.
But this one did not. She had a smooth, clear complexion, with high cheek bones that made her face look almost sculptured.
"Aren't you going to answer me?" she asked. "Why are you getting smashed to the tits?"
"Because I want to forget," he said to her.
"Bullshit in the first degree," she said, accusingly. "You drink and you never forget what you want to. You just think about it more and you get more depressed. Take it from one who knows. I've been there and back."
"Really? What's your name?" he asked and as the bartender handed him his drink, he pushed it back. "I think I'll just have Perrier."
"I'll have one, too, if you'd like to buy me one," she said. "My name's Ricky. Really, it's Roberta, but I like Ricky better."
He could not believe it. Another Roberta. It was as if God was being good to him and sending him one girl to take the place of the other. And he loved the fact that she wanted to be called Ricky, because that way, he wouldn't keep thinking about the other Roberta. This one was hot enough.
"Sure. With lime for both of us," he told the bartender.
They started to talk. She was in publishing and he found that very interesting. He told her about his men's clothing shop and she said she'd love to come by one day and see what kinds of things he had.
"Some men's clothing makes me look hot," she said, sipping at her non-alcoholic drink and acting almost as if she was getting high from it.
"Well, I'm wearing an outfit from my store," he said.
"It looks very nice. Makes you look really nice down there, too."
She slid her hand up his thigh and he could see the way his cock bulge was getting stiffer down one leg. Since he had not worn underwear, the bulge was more prominent than ever and he loved the fact that she was rubbing it.
"I don't live very far from here." he said to her. "Would you like to come back to my place for a little while?"
"I'd love it. I was hoping you would ask," she said and she leaned over and kissed him hard on the lips, pressing her tongue into his mouth. He couldn't believe that she was being this hot and aggressive right in the bar, but he did love it and lost himself in the heat of the kiss.
After it was over, he had to catch his breath. Then, the two of them stood up and he took her hand, which was very soft.
He put his arm around her shoulders and they walked out. He could feel her soft hair touching his hand and he loved the way it felt. He stroked it gently and she pulled her head away just a little.
"I have very sensitive hair," she said. "It doesn't like to be stroked."
"I didn't know that people had feelings in their hair."
"Not everyone does. I just have always had them. I know I'm special."
She started to laugh and he laughed with her. They were walking down Third Avenue looking at many of the other singles walking along. He felt so happy, because he knew he was with a hot looking broad and other men were looking at him. Plus, when he had walked to the bar that night, he had felt so lonely walking alone and he could see other single men who looked as lonely as he had a few hours back.
His apartment was just around the corner and his doorman smiled at him and as she walked ahead, the man winked. He liked to keep track of the broads that the men in the building picked up and he was thinking that Mr. Adams had gotten himself one of the hottest broads to pass through the gate in a long time.
Upstairs, he poured some juice, because he didn't want to offer her a drink, after the stand she had made in the bar. He didn't mind drinking juice, too, because he was still high from the eight drinks he had had.
He put on some low mood music and lowered the lights in the living room. Then, he sat down next to her on the couch and put his arm around her shoulders.
He moved his lips to hers and kissed her.
"Mmm, that tastes good," she moaned, as she sucked on his tongue. He could feel his cock getting stiffer and stiffen
He started to move his fingers to her blouse and he opened the buttons fast. He couldn't wait to see her tits, but he had to, because she was wearing a bra and he hadn't been expecting that.
She sat up and look off her blouse, then opened her bra. As she slid it down her arms, he looked at her tits.
They were beautiful, but there was something that puzzled him.
Her nipples were brown. He had never seen a redhead, in person or in pictures, who did not have pink or red nipples.
He didn't care, because they were stiff and lovely to look at and he wasted no time in moving his mouth down and starting to eat them. He licked one and he could hear her moaning, so he started to bite into it gently.
Her moans got louder, so he knew that she had to be loving it and he moved his mouth to her other nipple.
Nick loved the taste of cunt though. He never minded sucking on nipples, because he did find them beautiful and tasty.
But there was no comparing it with the taste of a cunt.
So after getting both of her nipples to throb in his mouth for a few seconds, at different times, he started to lick his way down her body, getting down on his knees on the floor, right between her legs.
She raised her ass up off the couch and he slid his fingers into her underwear at the same time, so he could pull her pants and panties down.
As he did, he was looking forward to seeing her thick red cunt patch. He knew that he would be able to tell if she was a real redhead by looking at the hair color and he was thinking of one other redhead he knew who had a strawberry blonde colored pubic patch, which was the loveliest he had ever seen.
But as he pulled her panties down slowly, there didn't seem to be any patch at all and once he had them down right where her thighs met her cunt, he saw that she had a completely clean-shaven pussy.
He stopped for a second and didn't pull her pants and panties all the way off.
He just looked. He had never in his life seen a shaved cunt before and there was something as grotesque about it as there was something beautiful about it, too. The grotesque part, he thought, just came from his programmed way of thinking, where a cunt would have a nice patch covering it. The beauty part came because he could see the lush red cunt lips.
"What's wrong? Don't you like it?" she asked him. "I had a friend who did it and she showed me hers. I thought it looked sensational, so I wanted to do it. I hope that you're not too upset."
"No," he thought and he pulled her pants all the way off and threw them on the floor.
He moved his mouth down to her cunt lips and started to lick them. He loved it as soon as he tasted her flavor and because there was no hair to get in the way, he didn't have to worry about getting any in his mouth.
Also, he could see the cunt lips so much more clearly.
He loved it when he spread them wide apart, for he saw her hard clit and his tongue moved right to it. He started to suck on it and Ricky began to moan hard.
She thrust her cunt up and down against his face and could feel his hot breath on the area where her mound had been. That was one of the things that Nancy had told her she'd feel and she made a mental note to thank her friend for the hot suggestion.
She loved the way her cunt looked when there was no hair there and she was happy that Nick was loving it, too.
After all, she had just shaved herself that afternoon and Nick was the first one who had seen her cunt, except for Nancy who had shaved it for her.
Good feedback was something she had hoped she'd get. Nancy had told her that all the men she'd been with had gotten so hot and one of them had even come before he could enter her. They had laughed about that, until Ricky had said that something like that wasn't good. It sucked. Who wanted a man to work her up and come before he could make her come? Nancy had laughed even louder.
"I know. But don't worry. He got it up again, in about fifteen minutes."
She couldn't wait to have him fuck her. She wanted to see what a cock pole was going to look like sliding in and out of her freshly shaved cunt. She was so sure that it was going to be a turn on for her.
Nick was getting off on eating her, she could tell, from his moans.
He was good, too. She had been with enough men to know that many of them couldn't eat pussy if their lives depended on it. Some of them went about it at if they had no idea of what a clit was.
But she could tell that he did and he was making her hot. She could feel her cunt starting to spasm over again and she felt him sucking the come out of her. She moved her fingers to her own nipples and started to pluck at them.
"Get undressed," she said. "I want you to fuck me and I want to feel your whole hot body on top of me. Smother me with your flesh."
He started to open his shirt fast and then, he let it fall on the floor. She could see the thick black hairs on his chest and she looked at his belt as he was opening it, so that then he would slide his pants down, she'd get a good look at his hot cock and see just how big it was.
She knew that he was hard, because she could see the bulge pressing against his pants and she just wanted to see what he would look like when he was extended and sticking straight out, which she saw a few seconds later.
She moved her hand to his cock and stroked it, then felt thy heavy weight of his balls as she let them rest in her palm. They felt good, too.
"Oh, you don't know how much I want to feel that cock in my cunt," she moaned and he couldn't have been happier about it.
You see, he kept thinking about Roberta, no matter how much he tried not to and he thought how good it was going to be to fuck another cunt. When he had first met Roberta, had had fallen for her and even though he knew he wouldn't be seeing her every night, he hadn't gone out to look for other girls.
For the last six months, she had been the only girl he had fucked and he had been quite content with her.
Looking at this girl's cunt was making him eager and he rammed himself in hard and felt how tight she was. She was even tighter than the other girl was and that was something which he took into consideration.
Maybe, he thought, for only a second, it's time to fall out of love with Roberta one and fall in love with Roberta two.
He started to fuck her really well then. He wanted to make her see what a good lover he could be, because he knew how much emphasis the other Roberta placed on fucking and he thought it was fairly important, too. It was not the most major part of a relationship, but if the sex wasn't good, the relationship could turn out to suck in the end, too.
He could feel her hot cunt spasming around his cock and he had to slow down. Because she was so much tighter, he was loving it more and getting turned on faster, but he didn't want to come too fast.
"How do you feel?" he moaned and he moved his lips to her ear.
"Good. Really good. And you?"
"Great. I'm glad you started to talk to me at the bar tonight. I really am. This is turning out to be fantastic."
"I feel the same way," Ricky moaned and she had such high hopes for this thing. She kept hoping that it would amount to something, since she had had more one night stands than she could remember and they depressed her now.
When his cock pulsations had subsided, he started to thrust in and out of her again and he could feel her rubbing her hands up and down his back.
Her tits felt so warm against his chest and he could feel that they were much larger than the other girl's had been.
He had to smile. The other girl. It was good thinking of her like that and he was even starting to believe that he wouldn't see her again. He was so sure that he would have no need to see her.
This Ricky person, under him, she seemed just fine. She seemed like the kind of girl who was looking for a relationship with one man, not the kind who liked to go out with others and stay out until all hours of the night.
He started to lick her ear and she moaned harder. Then, she began to thrust herself up and down against him and he felt her pulsating hard around his dick. He could feel his cock throbbing then, but she slowed down once more.
She had done that to just bring herself off and she had and he loved the fact that she had been able to. No girl had ever really done anything like that while he had been with her. It saved him a lot of thrusting work.
Nick knew that he was ready to come a little while later and he knew that she could tell. He started to thrust so fast, that his pulsations passed the point of no return and he knew that even if he slowed down, there was going to be no way he could keep from shooting off. And so, he started to whisper in her ear that he was going to come and she started to scratch his back.
"I want to feel it. I want to feel that powerful dick of yours shooting into me and I want to feel it now."
And just as she said it, almost like he could actually obey her command, he started to shoot off his thick load of cock cream.
She could feel his come filling her and it was hotter than her pussy was, so she started to come again.
She wrapped her legs tight around his ass and he didn't move, because he knew that if she had wanted him to, she wouldn't have done that. Besides, he liked the way it felt with her cunt spasming around him, sucking the come from his cock.
He rested on top of her for a short while and then, he pulled back. As he rolled over on his back and sat up on the couch, she could tell that he had something else on his mind. She sat up and began to stroke his chest.
"Hey, come on, Nicky. Tell me what's wrong. I want to know."
"No, you really don't," he said to her. "I'd rather not."
"Please, tell me. I can be of help. I've helped many people. Besides, you know that it's always better to talk out your problems. It gets it off your chest and you will feel better, take my word."
"I'm thinking of another girl. In fact, I was thinking about her at the bar tonight. I feel like I love her, but she treats me like shit. I really do want her, but I don't think that she wants me."
"Oh," Ricky said, in an incredibly dejected way.
"See? I'm sorry that I even brought it up. I knew that you wouldn't want to hear me talking about another girl. I don't want you to think that you were just a substitute for her, either, because it wasn't like that at all."
Even though he was saying it wasn't like that, she was smart enough to know that he was saying it to make her feel better. Of course it was like that. If he was thinking about the other girl now, he had to be thinking about her when he fucked her.
Still, Ricky had been around long enough to know that men were not so hard to handle, because they all suffered from the same thing.
Love of their own dicks and orgasms.
She knew that she could turn his head around, for she had always been complimented on the way that she gave head and she knew that she would do him well. He had such a beautiful looking dick, too and that made a huge difference. When she loved the dick that she was going down on, she always did a better job.
She loved the fact that he had not lost his hard-on completely and she said nothing, but just let her tongue flick its way down over his belly and navel. His cock was bobbing up and down in the air as she placed her lips around it and started to flick her tongue over the thick slit.
She then moved her mouth down the shaft and she could feel the way his cock skin was so velvety smooth on her lips. She buried her nose in his thick cock patch and then, started to move her mouth up and down at a steady rate.
"Oh yes," he moaned. "That feels so nice, Ricky. So nice."
She loved the fact that he remembered her name. She would have hated for him to call her by the other girl's name in the middle of giving him a blow job.
She felt him massaging her shoulders, at first, while he guided her up and down, but then, he started to play with her hair.
She could not pull herself away in time and he had no idea what was happening, but suddenly, he was holding something in his hand. He opened his eyes and looked at the red wig he was holding. Her hair.
Then, he looked at her head. It was as bald and clean-shaven as her cunt area.
CHAPTER SIX
Kenny Ryan would always thank his brother Albert for giving him the best advice in the world. It had gotten him just where he wanted to be.
"Never let a broad see how much you like her," Albert had told him, when the two of them were only eleven and ten respectively.
"How do you know so much?" Kenny had asked.
"I just know. Never let her know how much you like her. Even if you're crazy for her, you have to play a game."
"I always play games," Kenny had said. "Let's play checkers."
"No, you stupid asshole. I don't mean that kind of game. Look, don't you notice that when you want something and you get it, you get bored with it."
"Yeah. So what the hell does that have to do with anything?"
"If you want a girl and let her know and she has you too much, she's going to get bored. But you keep a girl waiting and act like you don't want her, she's going to want you more. The grass is always greener and all that shit."
"Let's go play. I don't want girls anyway. They make me sick."
Of course, he had only been ten at the time. When he was twelve and he started to develop sexually, before most of the boys in his class, too, he started to see that there was going to be a time in his life when he did want girls.
He wanted Jenifer Ross as soon as he noticed that she was starting to grow tits, even though he wasn't even sure what he would do with her once he had her. He just felt himself get stiff whenever she would pass.
And he had to learn the hard way, but he was always a bright boy and once he had been taught a lesson, he never forgot it.
When he and Jenifer had both turned fourteen and boys and girls were starting to date each other, he asked her out. He asked her out again when nothing happened on their first date and soon, they were going steady.
He would talk with her about ten times a day, telling her how much he loved her and finally, he was able to talk her into doing it.
They were both first-timers and things went slow at first. He had to eat her, something that he didn't really like at the time and when he had her nice and wet, he slid it into her, nice and hard.
They started to move together and he was loving it. He thought that he deserved to love it after having eaten her and after having swallowed some of the stuff from her cunt, which later in life, he would love to do.
When he started to come inside of her, she started to moan loud and he was so sure that she was coming.
He had been too aggressive with her, in the end. He started to ask her out a lot and she went, but over the next few weeks, she seemed to be losing interest in him. Then one day, he called her up and she told him that she just didn't think it was working out and that she didn't want to see him again.
"She only liked you for the money," Albert said, for it was true. Their family had a great deal of money and as soon as Kenny had turned fifteen and had gotten his driver's license, they had bought him a car. "Besides, I told you something years back and you didn't listen to me, baby brother."
And Albert didn't even have to go into what he had told Kenny. Kenny just remembered it in a second, because girls were always calling the house for his brother. In fact, just the other day, he had heard Albert talking to his friend Neil on the phone.
"Yeah, I think Mary Lou is the hottest bitch around. I really want her. But I'm not going to let her know that. I'm going to play it cool."
During the next few days, he recalled, Mary Lou had called to talk with Albert a few times. Once, Kenny had answered the phone and when he had gone to tell his brother, Albert had just started to laugh.
"Do me a favor, Ken. Tell her I'm out. You didn't know, but you will take a message and I'll call her back, or at least you'll tell me to call her."
"You mean that you're not going to?"
"Nah. She's only called her three times for me and I have to wait until she's called for the fifth time. I think that's a good number."
And Kenny had done just that and he couldn't get over it.
He had fucked up once and planned to do it no more. That summer, his parents sent him to an exclusive summer camp. Almost every child there came from a family of incredible wealth and it was a co-ed camp.
That was where he had met Mimi Sutter, a hot blonde.
Mimi was everything a man could want in the American dream type blonde, with that long straight hair, blue eyes and big tits. And to make it even better, she was dumb, in fact, she was one of the dumbest broads he had met in his entire life. But he wanted her, if, for no other reason, so he could have a steady girl to lay. But he remembered Albert's advice to him and worked that way.
He spoke with her the first and second day that she was at the camp, but then, for the next week, he said nothing. He would nod at her across the cafeteria where they all ate lunch, but he knew he was making her want him.
The first sign came from his friend Jerry, who was seeing a girl named Bonnie and had been seeing her for the last two summers.
"Mimi was wondering if you like her or not? I think she's hot for you," Jerry said to him one night as they got ready to sleep.
"Oh yeah. Where did you pick up that tidbit of info?"
"From Bonnie. She said that Mimi is just sick with love for you."
"Hmm. Well, I'll have to see about that," he said.
The next day, he went over and sat by her. They talked and he asked her if she wanted to go out with him that night. Going out with someone up at the summer camp meant one thing and one thing only.
You would sneak off in the middle of the night and fuck in the woods.
And that was what they met to do. By that time, he had had a few more sexual experiences and as he was stripping the hot blonde, he knew how much he could appreciate her body. She was fabulous and had the greatest tits and cunt.
He started to lick her body all over, sucking on her stiff red nipples and when they throbbed in his mouth, he could hear her moaning as well.
He moved his mouth to her cunt and started to suck on her cunt lips, which had a sensational taste to them. Then, he began to wiggle her clit back and forth with her tongue and she moaned, begging him to fuck her.
Then, she said something which made him feel hotter.
"Be gentle, because it's my first time," she moaned and he loved it.
He knew that Jenifer had been a virgin, but since her, he had not been with any virgin. He hadn't even been able to appreciate Jenifer so much, since it had been his first time as well, but he knew that he would get off on Mimi.
He rubbed his cock against her cunt lips and then, he started to kiss her on the mouth. At one point, she had her mouth open and he was nibbling on her lower lip gently. She seemed to be getting off on that, when all of a sudden, he bit into her lip hard, so that it was even bleeding.
At the very same moment, he lunged into her pussy.
When she felt the pain on her lip, she hardly even noticed what was happening down near her cunt, which was good, for he could feel his cock ripping through her thick hymen skin and he thought that she would have to feel it as well.
But as he pulled his mouth away from her lip, she started to cry.
"Why did you bite me like that?" she asked and she must have felt the way her lip was bleeding, because she burst into more tears.
"I'm in you," he said. "I'm deep in you. I bet you didn't feel any pain."
"In my mouth," she said. "My mouth still hurts." "Yes, my dear, but not in your cunt - see - and the great pleasure that you can feel from your cunt will make up for the mouth. I had a choice. I could have let you feel what it's like to have your hymen ripped, or I could have bit your lip. I did the thing which I was sure made you feel less pain."
And suddenly, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his head down. She moved her lips to his and kissed him hard.
He started to thrust in and out of her then and he could hear the way she started to breathe heavily in a second. He knew that she was hot and he was really falling for her, but he remembered what Albert had taught him.
Not once did he tell her what he thought about her. Instead, he just fucked her and kept quiet, even though she was moaning about how much she dug him.
He made sure that she had come a few times before letting himself shoot off inside of her cunt and when he did, she started to come again. He loved how hot her pussy turned out to be and her spasms around his cock sucked the come right out of him.
He ate her again that night and had her suck him off, something which she did not seem too happy to be doing, until he told her how much he loved the feeling of it. Knowing that she was doing it because he wanted her to and no other reason, turned him on and he came pretty fast.
But the next day, he didn't say a word to her.
He didn't even make eye contact with her and that night, Jerry reprimanded him.
"You're a cold bastard," he said to Kenny and Kenny slapped him.
"Watch your fucking mouth, shithead. Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?"
"You really led her on, didn't you? Didn't you? Mimi is hot as hell for you and you acted like she didn't exist today."
During the next year, Kenny was to keep in touch with Jerry, who was getting hotter and hotter for Bonnie and letting her know it, so that within two months after that summer ended, they were no longer seeing each other.
Kenny didn't want to start explaining his reasoning to Jerry, because he didn't think that Jerry was worthy of knowing. Let him fuck up his life, he thought.
But he did talk with Mimi the next day and he said that he thought she probably didn't like him, because she still had a scab on her lip from where he bit her and he thought she hated him for it.
"I love you," she said to him and instead of saying it back to her (which would have been a lie anyway, since he just wanted her for a hot summer fling), he didn't say a word, which left her hanging.
Instead, they made up to go to the woods that night.
And by playing it cool and even a little bit cold that summer, there was not another night that went by when he wouldn't have his hard dick inside of Mimi's pussy, or her mouth and by the last week, he had even talked her into letting him put it up her ass, with a good ploy to get her to do it.
"If you really love me, like you always claim to, you would let me do anything that I wanted to do to turn me on."
And it was something that he had always believed.
When a woman saw a man's hard cock, if she was a cock-loving bitch, there didn't seem to be anything more that she wanted. Therefore, he knew that he had a prized object and that his cock was bigger than most he had seen.
It was a good thing to know, because he never acted like such a snob about it, but he always let a woman know that she should be grateful that he was letting her have his cock in her cunt.
He got through all of high school by playing his games and all through college too and he was voted the most popular boy on campus and by his best friends' estimates, he had broken at least fifty hearts in four years.
Once, when he braggingly told that to his brother, Albert, the older boy had just laughed about it and said it was nothing.
"I did that many my first term in college," he had said.
And that was when the two of them had another long talk. There was no hiding the fact that they were both wealthy and that they did not have to work a day in their lives and could live more than comfortably.
Albert, still, was planning on studying law and he told Kenny that he should not just flaunt his money around.
"You know what happens when someone learns you have money. It can be instant love, for the money and not for you. Or maybe for you, but how the fuck are you supposed to know. For that reason, money is a curse."
"So, what do you have to do?"
"I like to make sure that a girl really likes me for me and not for any other reason. I put her to small tests, just to see if she would do certain things for me. If she won't then she obviously doesn't love me enough."
"What kinds of things would you do?" Kenny wanted to know. After all, his brother was older and more experienced and he kept thinking that if Albert could save him all this trouble and tell him things that it would take him years to learn, he was so much better off and would be able to deal with people better.
So Albert had told him, about making girls lick his boots and then about making one girl shave her pussy for him.
"A shaved pussy?" Kenny asked and he had been quite shocked.
"Brother, the hairless look is quite nice."
It was not until years later, after Albert had opened his own small law practice and Kenny had started to teach, although he knew he didn't have to, that the older boy took his brother to a private club he belonged to.
There was free booze and drugs and a lot of rich, chic people all over the place. There were ' many hot looking chicks and there was a room off to one side where you could take a chick and start to get it on.
"That's just to see if you really want to take her home or not, or just fuck her at the club and get it over with," Albert said and Kenny had loved the idea of it.
But, what he had loved more and what had turned him on, surprisingly, for he had never thought about it before, was when two girls came out to wrestle for the entertainment of the people.
As they both stripped off their robes, they were naked.
Then, the very last thing that they both did was pull off their wigs and Kenny did a double take. He couldn't get over the way they both looked. They were completely hairless, all over, head, cunt, legs, underarms.
The bald pate look made his cock rise in a second and for the time when the two girls were fighting, he thought he would come in his pants. They were really rough with each other and at one point, when the taller one had the shorter one in a head lock and he saw the bald pate sticking out from between the taller ones arms, he had to squeeze his dick at the base.
"What do you think?" Albert asked him and when Kenny told his brother that he had never been more turned on in his life, Albert had asked the younger man if he wanted to get it on with them.
And that was just what happened. Albert, who had been going to the club for years now, knew both of the girls. In fact, the shorter one was one who he had first gotten to shave her pussy, as a test. Later, she had decided to shave herself all the way and she had loved the look.
In bed, it was a hot way to go about things and it was so much easier. She could put on a wig whenever she wanted to go out and she had about fifteen different wigs in different styles and colors, so she had many different looks, too.
The two brothers got into a foursome with the two chicks. They were eating each other's pussies when Albert entered one girl's cunt and Kenny entered the others, from behind. He started to ram his cock in and out of the shorter one and he moved his hands to her bald pate. As he felt how smooth her shaved head was, he could feel his cock starting to throb in her pussy.
But he did slow down, so that he wouldn't come too fast. The idea of the bald head though, was something he had never gotten over.
He had come in the girl's cunt later and then the two brothers had switched girls.
It was the one and only time that Kenny and his brother had seen each other fucking and it had been a good family experience, as well as an incredible turn-on and opening up for Kenny, so he could learn about other things that turned him on.
It was rare that Kenny Ryan ever had to masturbate, because he was a handsome looking man and girls would always stare at him.
But for the next few months, after he had first seen the bald look, he would jerk himself off on the nights when he didn't feel like bringing anyone home and he would dream of fucking a bald girl.
Usually, because of the fact that he could have sex whenever he wanted to, he didn't jerk off much, nor did he fantasize much, when he did. But that fantasy, about the bald girl, could always work for him.
He could be playing with his cock for twenty minutes, thinking about nothing and then, as soon as he thought about the bald look, that would be all it would take for him to start coming. Even when he thought about it at the start of a jerk-off session, he would come fast.
He could just have gotten himself hard seconds earlier and then, he would think bald and he would start to come.
It was the most incredible thing to know.
Kenny did date many women now, because he liked to keep himself busy. He did like to make most of the women his slaves, because hat turned him on and why should he waste his time with a woman and not be turned on? It was his reasoning and he always thought that if a woman didn't like it, he could fuck herself.
It was rare, though, that he would make a woman shave.
And there was a reason for it. Because of the games that he played, games that he had earned from his brother, it was rare that he went out with a woman who was not crazy for him. The more he made a woman do for him, however, the more she would think he loved her and you could only do things to a point.
For one, when he had gotten tired of seeing Debbie, the girl had had a fit, right in the middle of his living room. She had picked up many expensive pieces that he owned and she had thrown them against the wall, smashing them. She had yelled at him, telling him that he treated her like shit.
And he knew that he had, for she had shaved for him, but he still didn't love her.
Roberta was a whole different story. When he had first met her, he had flipped for her and he was trying to tone it down so much, that he thought he had lost her. He knew that if he showed her how crazy he was for her, he would have lost her for sure, so he had played his game.
He had been in Florida the first week after he met her, but it was only because he had wanted to get away and not because his father's boat had crashed, like he had told her. He knew that if he had stayed in New York, he would have called her the next night and every night after that.
It had been hard for him to just see her once or twice a week and sometimes, once every two weeks, but he knew he had her going.
She was falling for him and he was going to take it nice and slow to make sure that she was even more crazy for him.
That time when she had been licking his boots had turned him on and it wasn't mud or shit on his boots, but cake batter, which he had smeared there. Letting her think it was shit had been the best test of all, except for what had happened two nights ago.
She had let him shave her pussy. He had started to get so turned on as he'd shaved more and more of the hair away and when he had seen her bald cunt, he had been ready to dive right into it.
He was glad that she hated the way it looked, because it was a perfect test. If she kept it shaved, he would know, then she would be doing it just for him and that would be one of the most reassuring things possible.
He would know later that night, when she came over for their date.
He remembered the way she had been shocked when he'd asked her out. The morning after he had shaved her, while she was sitting on the toilet seat in the bathroom with her legs spread, shaving herself, he had brought it up.
"How about a date tomorrow night?" he asked her.
"I'd love it," she said, looking up with a shocked expression.
It was to be the first time she would have seen him two nights after another date. Usually, he would wait at least three or four and sometimes longer.
"Yes, of course," she had said again, as if to reassure him.
And he couldn't wait for that night. He just couldn't.
Because, he knew he would see one thing for sure. When he would start to strip her, he was going to run his fingers over her cunt mound area and he would feel for any kind of stubble. He hoped she would have none and knew what a good sign it would be.
And if she had none, it was on to the next and final test.
He was going to ask her if he could shave her head. He prayed that she would say yes and he had already bought her one wig that seemed to match her hair perfectly.
He wasn't planning on letting her see that until later, after she would be bald. Let her wonder how she would go around with a bald head first, he knew, for that would make the test even harder for her.
Kenny thought about something else, too and he walked to his room and opened his dresser drawer. He pulled out the small box.
As he opened it, even he was stunned, even though he had picked it out. The diamond engagement ring was one of the biggest and most beautiful he had ever seen and it would be on Roberta's finger by the end of the night, if and only if she was bald.
CHAPTER SEVEN
She was sitting in her bathroom with a can of shaving cream and a razor blade and she looked down at the spot.
That's how she liked to think of it. The spot. It was easier than thinking of it as her pussy, because each time she thought that way, she'd also think that it didn't look like her pussy anymore, not without the hair.
And that was depressing her, so she called it the spot.
There were stubbles now and she knew that more stubbles and then longer hairs, were going to make this spot become her pussy once again.
But she knew something else. Kenny was expecting her over in about two hours and if he felt stubbles, he would be mad. But fuck him, she thought. But I love him, she also thought and couldn't get a grip on it.
She sprayed the cream down on the spot, but didn't move the razor.
She wanted to and she didn't want to and her head kept spinning.
She thought about that morning when she had slept at Kenny's. She had gotten up because she had felt something nice between her legs and when she had opened her eyes, he was already eating her cunt.
She had looked at the spot and closed her eyes, because she didn't want to see it, but she had thought of something. He was eating her so well and he was loving it and he looked so good down there.
Then, he had started to lick his way up her body and he guided his cock right into her pussy, nice and hard.
It had been a sensational way to wake up in the morning and she had come about four times before she had felt him shooting his load.
Roberta had held him inside of her cunt for a long time, wrapping her legs around his ass and finally, he patted her butt.
"Come on, baby, you have to work and I gotta prepare for a class."
"All right," she said. "I'll shower and then dress."
"Aren't you forgetting something? You know that you are."
"What?" she had asked and she hadn't been playing. She had really forgotten that he had mentioned the shave, but he brought it up again.
"Now, when I shave my face in the morning, I do it before I shower. I clean my face with warm water and soap and then shower. You can do the same."
She had done it, right in front of him. While he stood there in front of the mirror, looking at his face and lathering it up, she did the same with her cunt. She didn't need a mirror, which he pointed out.
Then, he had handed her a razor blade and she had gasped.
It was most certainly a woman's razor and for a second, she thought that he had had it for other women, but he smiled.
"I knew what I was going to do to you. This has all been carefully planned. I picked that up yesterday, so that you have a razor here for those nights when you stay over."
There had been, of course, good and bad connotations about that. The staying over part was good, because there was nothing that she loved more, but the fact that he had gone out to get her, her own razor, made her think that he was really going to be making her keep that cunt patch shaved off, close.
So she had shaved it and he had gotten hard while he'd watched her. Since she had been sitting on the toilet seat and he had been standing in front of the mirror, all he had to do was turn and she was opening her mouth to take his solid cock in. She worked her tongue all around the head, then moved her mouth all the way down.
It had been a super way to start the morning, with one load of come in her cunt and another in her mouth.
The shaving between the two had not been too much fun, though, but then, the shower after the face fuck had been.
He had hugged her and kissed her harder than he had ever done so and she had really felt so much emotion from him. At one point, she had felt him pull back, almost as if he thought that he was giving too much, although, for the life of her, she couldn't understand why he was so scared to show it.
Still, for those few seconds when he had been pressing his body against hers and hugging her tight as his mouth and hers were one, with the shower water splashing down on them, she had felt it.
She had felt that he loved her and she prayed that her feelings were right.
When she thought about that, now, looking down as the shaving cream seemed to be drying, since she had let it sit too long, she knew she had to cut her hairs. She had to shave close and maybe he would hug her in the shower even longer. Maybe he would be holding her so close that he would lose himself completely and even say it.
"I love you more than anyone else in the world," she would have wanted to hear him say and she could even see herself fainting.
Of course, she would have hated to faint at a time like that, but she was emotional.
Roberta was glad that she hadn't started to shave and even had to wipe off the totally dried cream. It was no good and she would have to reapply the lather if she decided that she would shave.
Because suddenly, she thought about Nicky and how he really, really loved her and he had told her so last night. He had told her so earlier yesterday, when he had called her on the phone as soon as she arrived at work, sounding very upset about things.
"I tried calling you a lot last night," he said. "Until really late, as a matter of fact, but you were out."
"I didn't spend the night home." she had told him and said no more.
"Can I see you tonight, baby? I would really like to. I love you, I think and I just have to talk it out with you."
"All right."
Actually, she had had a date with Freida, a good friend, but recently, Freida's life had been going downhill. She had lost her job and her boyfriend and was thinking that they were going to throw her out of her apartment.
In other words, her life had been a down and Roberta knew that an evening with Freida would be quite boring and upsetting. She told Nick that she couldn't make definite plans, but was pretty sure.
Then, she called Freida, lied and called Nick back.
That whole day, she had been thinking about what Nick's reaction was going to be when he would see her naked pussy. She wondered if he would like it or not and what his reaction was going to be. It scared her in a way.
And sure enough, that night, when he started to kiss her tits and slid his hand down into her panties, he did feel around. Then, he started to pull his hand out and he looked at her, with a puzzled expression on his face.
He started to open her pants, fast. She had already blown him and he was naked in bed with her. They had not talked, either, for they had started to kiss at the door and they had moved to the bed, first.
As soon as he pulled her panties down, he gasped, then screamed.
"What the hell did you do to yourself?" he asked her. "What the fuck?"
"I decided to shave myself," she said, for she would have never dreamed of telling him that she had done it for another man. He was too angry to hear something like that and deal with it rationally.
But he didn't do a rational thing next, or she didn't understand it until later, when he explained it. What he did next was grab her soft black hair and pull on it so hard, that she thought he was going to pull it off.
She screamed then and she slapped him and he let up.
"What the fuck did you do that for, asshole?" she asked him.
"I'm sorry, I just wondered if it was going around. If all girls with shaved pussies shaved their heads, too? I just had to know."
She did not know what the hell he was talking about and he could tell that, so he started to explain everything to her.
And that was how they had started talking, too, because he had told her that he had been at the bar, trying to explore his feelings for her and then, he started to tell her all about Ricky and how he had picked her up.
She had thought about something then. She was not jealous, hearing him tell of bringing the girl home and starting to eat her hairless cunt. She was not jealous when he told her about fucking her, too and what a hot fuck it was.
She did start to laugh when he told her about the hair, though.
"What did you do?" she had asked him. "I mean, you had this red wig in your hand and you saw her bald head."
"I lost my hard-on," he said. "A bald cunt was not so bad, but a bald head was really a horror. You see, that's the thing. I wanted to start seeing other girls because I think you would like it that way."
"I think it would be good," she had told him.
"So I was into this girl and then that I couldn't ever go with a girl who would shave her head like that. I hated the idea of it. I didn't know that my cock could get so hard. I know that I was horny as she sucked me, but when I saw bald, that was it."
"Lost the hard-on in a second," she said to him.
And she thought about the fact that she wasn't jealous, which made her think tor sure that she did not love him. For she knew that whenever she thought about Kenny being with other women, she was jealous.
She never wanted to hear him talking about it, either.
But with Nick, they were laughing about these things and it was more like she was his best female friend and not his lover, or fianc�e.
There were many men who had close female friends, who they were just that with, friends and not lovers. She had started to think then that maybe she should tell him and they should both get dressed, then sit and talk.
But they had not and when he had finished talking, she had noticed that he was hard again. At least the sight of her naked cunt kept him turned on and she would not, in her wildest dream of dreams, think of shaving her head.
No way.
When Nick had entered her with his thick dick, she had loved it. He had started to thrust in and out of her good and hard and she had felt the way her cunt spasmed around him. She had loved the fact that he stayed hard inside of her for such a long time without coming.
They had changed positions, too. At one point, he had entered her from behind and he had been thrusting his cock in and out of her cunt like mad. Of course, he had been fingering her, too and she had loved the way his palm felt as it was pressed against the hairless mound. She knew, for sure, that she had much more feeling in that area with no hair and the feeling did add to her sexual pleasure.
He had started to come in her cunt and he had stayed hard, so that he could lay back and she could ride him up and down.
And she noticed something, looking down at his cock shaft, standing up like a tree. As she moved herself up and down on him, she was liking the way it looked, even with her no hair. It was the first time she had ever really liked the way it looked, seeing that glistening come covered cock working her cunt.
They had fucked for the longest time and soon, he had started to come in her. She was happy that they had been able to fall asleep, without talking about the engagement ring again, because she didn't want to deal with it. But she did try to talk with him before lie went to sleep.
"Not every girl is bald," she said to him.
"You're not going to pull off a wig with every girl you see. I think you should remember that."
"You mean you still think it's good for me to see other girls?"
"Well, let me put it to you this way. I like the other men that I'm seeing. I think it's stupid for you to sit home every night when we don't see each other and wish that you were with me. You're a very attractive, charming man, with a hell of a lot going for you. I'm telling you, that I wish I could love you more, because you deserve a woman who does, because you're a good person."
"And you know something?" he asked, as he rubbed his cock against her back and nuzzled his head near her shoulder. "You're a good friend."
And that was a great thing to hear and thinking about it made her make her decision. She was going to keep herself shaved, because Kenny wanted it. Nick had liked it, too, but even if he hadn't, since they were good friends, he would have to understand.
Kenny came first for her and she hoped Nick wouldn't get hurt.
She sprayed some more shaving cream onto her mound and she started to shave herself. It wasn't as, hard as she had thought it would be. After all, shaving legs was one thing, because you had a lot of leg flesh.
But shaving as small a region as her pussy mound took seconds.
The stubbles had grown during the day, because she hadn't shaved that morning. She had thought about Nick and realized that she wasn't going to shave in front of him and he had slept over. Since her date with Kenny wasn't until late, she knew that she could shave when she got home.
But she had learned something that day. She had to shave in the mornings, for the stubbles she had felt had itched.
She had been scratching her pussy all day at work and it had been a bitch during shooting sessions. When she had been doing work at her desk, it had been much easier, but she was sure that she saw Midge giving her a strange look, at one point when she knew her secretary had to have been watching her.
With her pussy shaved in a few minutes, she stood up and stepped into the shower.
She washed herself and didn't put on any colognes, since Kenny wasn't too hot for shit like that and preferred that natural smell of a woman instead.
She dressed in her new hot dress, with hardly any back and a halter top for her tits, to show them off to the fullest. She had no idea what Kenny had planned for the evening, but that green original could be chic, or sloppy, she thought, depending on where they would go.
Normally, Roberta would walk over to his place, for she loved walking in the city and only lived fifteen blocks away, but she decided to take a cab that night. As she stood outside of his door, she knew she was early, but she knocked anyway.
What's a slap, she thought to herself and so, she was surprised when the door opened and he pushed her in, then kissed her on the neck.
"You look fantastic," he told her. "New dress. I love it. God, are you lovely."
He had never greeted her like this before and she was loving it. She was also more confused than she had been in years, but she wasn't going to try and figure it out. She was feeling nice and that was all that counted.
"Let me pour you a drink," he said to her and he poured champagne, then lit a joint. Within a few seconds, they were kissing each other on the couch, with more passion than she had felt from him in the longest time.
She felt his fingers moving behind her neck and he opened the halter top, then let it fall down in front of her body. He moved his two hands to her tits and cupped the soft mounds of flesh, still while kissing her.
And that was the thing. Roberta loved the way he didn't take his mouth from hers. It had to be the hottest kiss she had ever been involved in and it continued still as he stood up and pulled her with him.
He started to slide her dress down around her legs, so that it fell to the floor and then, he moved his hands into her panties.
But she noticed something. He slid his hands in behind her body, cupping her ass so that he only felt her buttocks. She was waiting for him to feel her cunt and see how smooth the skin was, but he pulled her panties down from behind, then slid down to his knees all the way.
It was the first time he had broken the kiss, but she was still feeling heat because of the way he was starting to lick her cunt.
But right before he licked her cunt, he rubbed his face over the area and she knew from the way he moaned, that he was proud of her.
He showed it by the skilled way in which he ate her pussy, holding her buttocks the whole time, almost like a seat for her to sit back into. His tongue kept sliding all the way up her cunt lips, to her naked mound and she was loving the tingling feeling she got from his flicking tongue working her over there.
"Oh, Kenny, you're just so sensational," she moaned. "I love it. I love it. I love you, too. God, do I love you."
He stopped for a second and looked up at her and she was sorry she had said it.
She wished there was some way she could take the words back, pull them right into her mouth, but it was too late.
He never pulled his mouth away. He had a nice feeling from what she said, but knew that he couldn't answer her.
He would tell her that he loved her, only when she proved to him how much she loved him. That wouldn't happen until the last stubble was lying on the bathroom floor, along with the rest of her head hair.
He kept eating her cunt, though and he knew that she was puzzled.
Kenny made her come a few times, for her cream just tasted so sweet, that he didn't want to pull away himself. It had nothing to do with his wanting to turn her on, although he did love the fact that he was.
He started to suck her once more and when she was mid-orgasm, something that he could always tell with her, he stood up fast.
Kenny lifted her right up and slid her down on his cock. She wrapped her arms around his back and started to move up and down, not on her own. His ass holding hands were guiding her, so that her hot pussy was constantly sliding up and down his rod.
She looked down and was getting off on it. She remembered the way that it had looked last night, when she had been riding Nick. That view, her on top, looking down, made it all look so hot and made her not mind the shaved area.
And he didn't mind it of course, she could tell. There was no way in the world that he was not loving it.
He started to walk down the hall and she thought about when Nick had done this to her, earlier in the week. She wished Kenny would do something that Nick had done.
Ask her to marry him. Even if he did wait for the very end of the night, she wanted to hear him ask her. She would have done anything in the world to hear it.
He was taking her down the hall and they both kept feeling their sexual pleasures at a high. She was so surprised when he walked into the bathroom, for they had never really fucked in the bathroom.
That morning when she had sucked him off, it had been a first.
She did think about the shower and that hot passionate kiss under the spraying water and her cunt spasmed hard around him. He had shown so much love for her, if only for a few seconds and she would never forget it.
He placed her on the toilet tank, because it the easiest place for him to put her so that he could keep thrusting. The tank was not as comfortable as a bed, but she didn't need a bed to be comfortable with his dick. All that she needed was his dick and his love, she prayed.
"You are so fantastic, Roberta," he whispered in her ear. "I've never met a girl like you in my life. I want you to know that."
"Really?" she panted. "I want to believe it."
"You have to. I don't know how to make you. You just have to believe what I say. But I it's not the same with me. It just can never be."
"Why?" she asked.
But he wasn't going to tell her about the tests and how a lot of it had to do with all of his money and how the fuck did he know if she loved him for himself or his money? Anyway, the bald look was hot. She was just going to have to take his word on things and he told her just that.
"Would you do anything that I want you to do?" he asked her.
His cock had her hot and sensitive and she could feel him pulsing a little bit. She did remember what he had done to her the last time he had asked her this same question and she didn't know what to say. But then, she did. She had to if she wanted him to love her.
"Yes. I would do anything that you want. Anything."
"You know how much I love that naked cunt of yours, don't you? I mean, you know that it turns me on. The fact that you did it all for me, turns me on, too."
"Yes. But I told you I would keep it shaved for you. I already told you."
"Yes, but will you keep yourself completely shaved for me?" he asked. "What? I don't know what you mean."
He started to fuck her faster and she could feel her juices flowing all over his rigid shaft. She was moaning louder and louder by the second and she started to come just as he specified for her.
"I want you to shave your head," he told her.
She couldn't believe she heard right, but he said it again. She thought, for she knew she had to make a quick decision one way or another.
Nick would never want to see her again, but she would be doing something special for Kenny, that he would have to know was special. She thought that she did hate the idea of being bald, but Kenny seemed to love it. He had that smile. He had also treated her so nice when she had shaved her cunt for him.
"Yes," she said. "I told you I would do anything for you."
And she knew how turned on he had to be, for she felt his cock pulsating hard and a second after her answer, he was shooting a thick hot load into her, making her come another time. She had lost count as to how many times she'd already come.
CHAPTER EIGHT
She felt the way he kept moving in and out of her cunt, even though he had just come and when she realized that he was staying hard and fucking her over once more, she started to think of something, but she was glad she never asked it.
She thought that he had just been kidding about her shaved head. After all, if he wanted her to do it, he would have pulled out and they would have started.
But his cock came first, she realized later, plus, he knew how much he was turning her on and wanted to keep her hot.
He fucked her for a least another fifteen minutes before he started to come and he never slowed down, when he felt himself pulsating. He knew that she had come so many times and he just wanted to come and go limp.
Then, he pulled out of her and he stood up.
She hadn't even noticed the small stool in the middle of the bathroom, with newspaper all around it and the scissors and razor blade there, too.
He patted her on the ass and then told her to sit on the stool.
As she did, he grabbed a long strand of her hair and cut it close to her head, so that there was only about a half an inch of hair left. She started to watch her strands of hair falling to, the floor.
He watched her face. He wanted to see if she was going to break down, for one thing that he liked was a woman with some kinds of strength. Aggression was one thing he hated, but strength was not.
He wanted to see her go through this whole thing without shedding a tear.
And she did, too, because she turned her head at one point and she could see the way his dick looked, hanging there limp between his legs. She could see it starting to get a little bit hard and she knew that he was getting turned on. If she loved him as much as she did, seeing him get turned on meant everything.
So by thinking that way, she never shed one tear.
Soon, all her hair was on the floor and he stood her up so that she could look at herself in the mirror.
She almost didn't hold back the tears as she took her first look. She hated it, but that was only because her head was all stubbly.
He told her to sit again and he started to apply wet warm cloths to her head. He rubbed her tits some of the time, too and even played with her pussy, until he was sure that he had softened her skin enough.
Then, he started to lather up her head. It felt so strange. She had never felt such sensations on her head before, now that the skin was almost totally exposed.
He started to shave her head slowly and very carefully, putting more care into it than he had even put into shaving her pussy. She was happy, because she kept thinking that many people were going to see her head.
It didn't take him long to finish and as he toweled off her head, to wipe away the thick cream and stubbles, she felt something.
The head of his cock was rubbing against the back of her bald pate. She wanted to turn her head, but she could tell, within a few more seconds, that he was rubbing his .cock there. It felt so warm and she loved the way it seemed to be working magic on her. Her head was tingling, thinking about his dick there.
Then, less than twenty seconds after he had first started, she felt the warm spurt and knew that he was coming on her head.
She felt him rubbing his cock head, still, smearing the come all over the back of her head and it was a sensational feeling. She started to moan and she slid her fingers down to her cunt and began to masturbate.
It was one off the first times that she had ever done so in front of him without him slapping her hand out of the way.
He seemed to be getting off on watching her that time and she was getting off knowing that he was. She wiggled her clit faster and faster and then, she could feel her juices starting to flow steadily.
They flowed down her thighs and he moved his hand there and rubbed some away. Without even looking up, Roberta knew that Kenny was sucking the juices off of his fingers and that turned her on a hell of a lot.
"Don't you want to see?" he asked her, seconds later, when they both recovered from their blissful orgasms. "Don't you want to see?"
She stood up and closed her eyes as she moved in front of the mirror. He seemed to know, what she was doing and why and he centered her right in front of the mirror. As she opened her eyes, she was shocked.
But that was only for a second. After all, she had always been so used to her own hair, for twenty-three years. The last time she could remember looking like this was when she was a baby and she only remembered that from pictures her mother had.
But she loved it. She couldn't get over it. She turned her head and thought that maybe the come dripping off her head had something to do with it.
She knew that she was going to love it even more when she felt him moving behind her. He was rubbing his body against hers and she could feel that his cock was limp and nestled right between her buttocks.
Then, he moved both of his hands to her head and started to rub it and it reminded her a little of a crystal ball. For the rubbing of her head caused a kind of magic, or at least that was how she thought of it.
Because he had already come three times that evening, but as he rubbed her head, she could feel his cock getting longer and thicker between her ass cheeks. She started to moan louder and louder and he reached for the medicine cabinet.
He pulled it open, then pulled out a jar of lube.
He started to rub it over his cock and then, he moved his cock to her asshole. She leaned forward, just a little bit and felt the way his thick, hardness, spread her ass and made her feel a fiery heat.
She pressed herself back against him and slid her hand to her cunt.
But his hand was there before hers and he started to massage her cunt with one hand, as he rubbed her head with the other.
Since she was standing right in front of the full length bathroom mirror, she could see her whole body and it was one of the first times in her life that she could remember getting off on the looks of her body.
She got off, of course, when men turned her on, or women did. .
But usually, when she would just stand in front of a mirror naked and look at her body, she could find a hundred things wrong with it.
Now, bald and completely hairless, she thought she was perfect.
She started to come hard around his fingers again and she could feel the way her asshole was spasming around his dick. She kept moaning louder and louder and when she turned her head, she could kiss him a little bit. They were not the most direct kisses possible, but their tongues worked for them.
He started to come in her asshole rather soon, which did bother her, because he had already come four times in such a short period of time and the night was young. She was sure that she would never be able to get him up again.
But later, after he pulled out of her asshole, he told her that he wanted to take her out for dinner and maybe a late movie. Then they could come back to his place.
She loved the idea of it, until she touched her head.
She wasn't going to ask him. If he wanted her to go out looking that way, she knew that she would.
"Hey," he called out to her, for he had walked into his bedroom and she hadn't even followed. "Come here. I have something to show you."
She walked in and almost gasped as he threw some raggy thing over to her. She thought for a second that it was a dead animal, but when she caught it, she could see that it was a wig. It looked just like her own hair, in fact and she started to smile as she put it on and looked at herself in the mirror.
It looked nice, but she could see something stuck in her curls and when she reached for it and pulled it out, she couldn't believe it.
But he was never one to do something like this and she did not want to assume anything until she was sure, so she held up the ring.
"And just what is this, might I ask?"
"It looks to me like an engagement ring," he said to her.
But she knew that she had let him get away with so much since she had been seeing him and that she was going to let him get away with more. But not with this. She wanted to hear him say it. She really did.
"Who is it for?" she asked. "It looks really nice."
"For you," he said to her and he was playing her game with her.
"Yes, but who is it from?"
"From me, of course. Who just threw it over to you? Huh? Huh?"
"Yes, but what do you want from it?" she asked him and he started to laugh.
"All right, I know you want me to say it and I'll try to make it old fashioned for you, how's that?" And he got down on his knees right in front of her, although she didn't think it was so old-fashioned, with him being in the buff and all. "Will you marry me, Roberta? I would love you to say yes."
"Yes," she said to him and he stood up and placed the ring on her finger.
Then, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her hard on the lips. She could feel the way there was more passion than there had been two nights ago in the shower and she felt his hands moving to her head.
He pulled the wig right off and he started to rub her bald head. She felt it happening again. Her magic, clean-shaven crystal ball got him to rise in a matter of seconds, so that he was hard between her legs.
But that time, as the kiss ended, they did not do anything. That time, he told her, he would be wiped out and be dead for the evening.
"Let's go shower," he said. "I loved yesterday's shower with you."
"All right," she told him and she started to run right after him. But then, she knew what she had to do. "Wait. You get started."
"What for, baby?" he asked her. "I want you with me."
"Do you mind if I make a call? I would really like to get it over with now. I have to let him know about us."
When he wanted to know who, she told him that she had been seeing someone, who had also asked her to marry him. She told him, of course, that she had turned Nick down, but he was still after her.
Kenny didn't want to hear any more about it and she felt, for the first time, as if she had made him jealous of her. It was a good feeling, but she was sure it was one that she would not feel very much in the future.
When he started the shower running, she picked up the phone and she was glad that he didn't want to hear what she would say, even though she had no idea herself. It was easier knowing he wasn't there.
The phone rang about three times before she heard him pick it up.
He sounded so out of breath and she asked him if he had just come in.
"No. But I was in the middle of something, if you know what I mean?"
She had known him long enough to know what his tone of voice implied and started to laugh. She spoke fast.
"Is it someone nice? Good. Look, Nick, I'm happy that you met someone and I want you to be happy. I want you to be happy for me, too. When I turned you down, it was because I loved someone else. He just asked me to marry him."
"Well, congratulations, dear, but can we talk tomorrow? I don't want to leave my friend hanging too long and I fear I already have."
"Goodbye. Call me at work tomorrow."
She hung up and for a second, she felt jealous. It was the first time she had ever felt jealous about Nick, but she knew she was being a fool. However, she couldn't get the feeling to leave, until she walked into the bathroom.
Kenny was in the shower already and she pushed the curtain aside and then stepped in with him. He had just been washing up his cock, which was limp and she started to stroke it gently, loving the way it was, even when limp.
She hoped that he might get hard, because even if he wouldn't come again before they went out, she still loved his dick even more when it was hard. She was not surprised when he stayed limp though.
However, about five minutes later, as he was washing her, he started to soap up her head and almost as if she knew to do it, she moved her hand to his cock, the very second that he touched her head.
She felt him getting stiffer and stiffer in her hands.
She couldn't believe it. It was sensational that she liked her new bald look, she was thinking, because if she didn't, maybe she would have wanted to let her hair grow.
