For relaxation, there is nothing better than a good massage. However, in recent years so many massage parlors have served as fronts for prostitution operations, that it has become increasingly difficult to determine whether a given massage parlor is just that-and no more.
Our story concerns a housewife who becomes tired of going without things she wants. She figures she can make a little money on the side, if she works part-time in a massage parlor.
Her husband becomes outraged at the prospect of his wife doing such a thing. He is certain that she will be involving herself in a sexual encounter.
She insists, however, on pursuing her goal of making a little money on the massage-parlor circuit and does. But, her husband is always suspicious, and doesn't give her much peace of mind. She strongly suspects that his suspicions are founded on the fact that he has carried on sexually at a massage parlor himself.
Convinced of this fact, she becomes all the more determined that she will go right ahead with her plans to work for a massage parlor.
However, problems develop. She soon discovers that her husband's fears-were facts. Men are forever asking her to perform various, bizarre sexual acts. For the right price, she accommodates them. Yet, it isn't without a terrible sense of guilt, for she is grimly aware of what her husband would think if he saw her doing these strange sexual acts. Her fears are eventually realized, when her husband does discover that she indeed is carrying on sexually, destroying their marriage.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Howard Richmond looked at his wife angrily.
"How dare you get a job at a massage parlor?" he demanded.
"Why not," she said, "you certainly aren't bringing enough money in. With all this inflation and everything you never get me anything I want."
"That's the problem," he said, "you've gotten everything you've wanted. You've drained me dry."
"That's a nice thing to say," Peggy shot back at him. "I've been loyal to you, dammit."
"Do you regret it?" he asked.
"Yes," she said frankly, "because I don't think you appreciate it."
"What have I got to do to show you I appreciate you?" he asked her. "You expect me to hand over my paycheck every week?"
"Not a bad idea," she said, "why don't you do that, honey?"
"Don't honey me," he said, "if that's the type of life you want, go ahead. Believe me if I ever hear about you involved sexually with any guy at that massage parlor you're going to be damned sorry."
"Is that a threat?" she asked.
"You take that any way you want," he replied.
She was uptight now and she didn't know how to respond. However, she thought it was best to cool him off.
"I'm sorry I snapped at you, honey," Peggy said quickly. "I really am. You know I love you, darling."
"Do you?" he asked cagily.
"Of course I do, baby," she said. "I just wanted to help. I'm not blaming you for not bringing home more money but I want to help any way I know how."
"Why don't you do some of those things I ask you to when we go to bed, then?" he demanded.
"Like what, dear?" she said smoothly.
"You know what I want to do," he said.
"I have no idea, honey," she said, "draw me a picture."
Peggy was deliberately teasing him, for over and over Howard had asked her to do the 69 with him.
"I want to eat you," he said, "and I want you to eat me. Let's 69. You promised me that you would sometime."
"Did I?" Peggy said innocently.
"Sure you did," he said, "when you got that new chair out of me. You said you would fuck the way I wanted to."
"You don't have to be crude about it," she said.
"Is the word fuck, crude?" he asked.
"Well, I happen to think it is," she said.
"Come on, baby," he said, "get off that puritan kick. How about going to bed right now?"
"It's only 7:30," she complained, "you just had your dinner. I don't see any reason for us to go to bed now."
"I do," he smiled eagerly.
"Oh, why don't you take a hot shower and cool off," she said.
"If you take it with me I will," Howard said.
"You horny guys," she said, "they ought to get you fucking machines. I think it's awful the number of times you expect me to give you sex."
"I can't help it," he said, "that's the way I'm put together. My balls get itching and then I've got to stick that big cock into you."
"I think they have a machine or something that you can slip your thing into and let it do the work."
"Oh, I'd never use one of those," Howard complained. "There's a guy at my office who uses one. He brags about it openly. He said it was an automatic blow job machine. He slips it over the head of his thing and plugs it in his car of all things, He really felt ridiculous one time when a trucker drove by and glanced down and saw him getting jerked off with this automatic blow job machine."
"Oh, that's what I would love to get you for Christmas, darling," she said. "Think of the time it would save. I could be doing all sorts of things around the house if you had one of those machines to do it for you."
"Peggy," he said, "you're such a gorgeous chick that even if I had the machine, I would never use it. You turn me on. Just looking at you, honey, gets me all sticky."
"Now that's not my fault," Peggy complained.
"It's not a fault, honey," he assured her, "it's a wonderful thing. As a matter of fact I just wish that more women would turn on."
"Baby doll," she said softly, "if you want sex so bad I'll give it to you."
"Will you 69?" Howard asked Peggy.
"Of course I will," she said, "if it means that much to you."
"It does, baby," he said, "it's like magic. When my old tongue slips in the pussy like that."
"Incidentally," she said, "have you been doing anything you shouldn't. You know what I mean?"
Peggy always asked him about his infidelity in a cagy, cool manner. She would make it almost inviting to reveal what he had done. Then once he would reveal anything she would pounce on him and use it against him.
"I've been a good boy," he said.
"I trust you," she said, "but I'd like to check too."
"Well, you don't trust me if you check on me," he explained.
"Look, honey," she said, "none of you men are trustworthy when it comes to sex. If your balls are itching and a chick offers it, you'll accept. I know."
He gulped but didn't want to get involved in any debates. He wanted to get involved in sex. Together they went back to the bedroom and he got undressed.
"It does seem absurd to go to bed at this hour," she told him.
"Oh, I'd better lock the door," he said, as he tossed his shirt over on a chair.
As Howard turned to walk out the door she couldn't help admiring his rippling muscles. He did have a good build and he was a great man when it came to sex. However, she felt he overdid it and some of these variations didn't really appeal to her. The idea of him slipping his tongue in her vagina or her slipping her mouth over his shaft were dull. She couldn't figure out why he got such a kick out of such things, therefore she had never permitted him to do the 69 position that he had been asking for for such a long time.
When he returned she was down to her panties. Howard came over quickly.
"Peggy," he begged, "let me pull those panties off."
She looked at him and laughed.
"Okay, Romeo," she said, "strip your Juliet."
He looked down at her crotch and smiled.
"Oh, pussy, my pussy, where are you?"
His hands groped to find the answer.
"You're getting close," she laughed, as she felt his hot hands on her juicing mound.
"I do turn you on," he exclaimed excitedly, "I always knew it. Oh, baby, promise me you'll never let anyone get in this box but me."
"That's a big promise," she said.
"It's a beautiful box," he said. "Half the men in town would love to get in it."
"Well, they're not going to," she said, "because I'm a loyal wife. I think that is a lot more than I can say for my husband."
"Now, look, honey," he said, "don't you go talking about my cock, honey. It can't answer."
"Oh, it can answer alright," she said, "but the stories it might have to tell might not be stories I'd like to hear."
He slipped off her bra and now she was naked. Placing both hands on her breasts he squeezed them.
"Oh, what beautiful bosoms, baby," he smiled, "they look good enough to lick."
"Go ahead," she said smoothly.
Peggy was playing it cool today as she wanted to make sure that her husband would not object to her working for the massage parlor. She desperately needed some extra money and her first desire was not to obtain the jobs for sexual reasons. As a matter of fact she doubted that many men came to this massage parlor for sex. She had deliberately made it a point to ask the man in charge if this was a sex massage. He had assured her that it wasn't and he despised people who operated such establishments.
Now her husband was licking her breasts. He was nibbling at the nipples and she loved it. She was getting hotter and hotter and so was he. Reaching down she gently stroked his penis and reached back to finger his testicles.
"Oh, baby," she panted, "you are sure hot for it, aren't you honey?"
"You bet I am," he told her, "I can hardly wait."
As they stepped into the shower, she washed his cock off and then he washed her pussy.
"Oh, Peggy," he told her, "I can hardly wait to slide my tongue into you."
"I'm afraid you're going to have to wait, honey," she informed him, "because I don't want you on your knees in this slippery shower."
"Oh, I'd enjoy that," he said, "let's do it, okay, baby?"
"But I want to get my lips around that great big thing of yours."
He was so excited then that he wrapped his arms around her and hugged his wife.
"Oh, Peggy," he panted, "I never knew you cared about my cock. Oh, that's nice honey."
When he had finished making over her, she was afraid that she felt some juice. But she couldn't tell even though he was pressed against her with his rock hard cock because the water from the shower made it impossible to distinguish from his cum or the shower water.
They got out of the shower and dried off. Then, he carried her back to the bed.
"Why, Howard honey," she told him, "you make me feel like we were having our first fuck when we got married."
"Yes, baby," he said, "isn't it exciting?"
"You bet it is," she told him.
Now he was hotter to trot than he had ever been before and she was just as eager for some action but she was playing it slow.
"What position do you want me in now?" she said.
"Well, I could be on my back and you could put your pussy over my face and grab my cock. How would you like that?"
"Sounds delicious to me," she said.
"Well, honey, I hope you're good at it," he said.
"I'll do my best," she assured him.
Howard lay on his back with his head on the pillow. Then, Peggy straddled him. Only she had her head at the foot of the bed. She pushed her pussy down over her husband's face, and at the same time she reached for his cock and began licking the head of it. "Oh, I like that," he told her, "that's real nice, honey. Let me stab my tongue up there."
As he stabbed his tongue into her he felt the hot surge of her vagina overpowering him. He loved it and she was discovering pleasure in his cock. Grabbing his rock-hard cock in her hand she moved her mouth over the shaft.
"Come on," Howard panted, "gobble that cock."
She let her mouth move up and down over the head of it. She was becoming more and more intensely excited every moment.
"Oh, wow!" he panted. "I love that, baby. Do me!"
The super sensations that flooded through her body now were driving her out of her skull. The two of them were going to town with hot force and sexual fire. She was amazed how much fun it could be. Forgetting her inhibitions and pleasing her sexual desires became exciting to her.
Previously Peggy had thought that her husband's sexual wishes were sickening and revolting. However, she was soon discovering that it wasn't anywhere near as bad as she thought it was.
"Come on, baby," he panted, "gobble it."
Opening her mouth a little wider he fucked her face farther. He slammed it down her throat with forceful jabs as she massaged his testicles. She rubbed his asscheeks and went on playing with his balls.
Meantime Howard's tongue lashed away at her slit. When he had her all agitated, and stimulated, he stabbed his stiff tongue into her pussy. Licking it across her clitoris he nibbled her slit. She loved it so much her body moved in convulsive sexual lurches. The pleasure was becoming more and more intense.
"Keep it up, honey," he panted. "That's it. Open wider. Let me slide it down your throat. I'd like to feel it slipping down there."
She didn't believe that she could take as much cock as she was. Nevertheless, she surprised herself as she opened her mouth and let his shaft slide down her throat.
"Oh, wow!" he panted, "that is too much."
It seemed as if the pleasure would never cease. He was going out of his mind with delight and pleasure as the rock hard cock moved back and forth inside of her. She went on toying with his ass. At the same time he was wiggling his tongue all over inside her vagina, giving her thrills she never knew were there before.
"Keep that up," he begged her. "Now you're doing it. Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's what I like. Oh, baby, do it!"
The sudden surge of pleasure that went through him as he continued jabbing into her face finally exploded. As the hot penis exploded, she pulled back off it so she could taste it in her mouth instead of swallowing it without the exciting thrill of tasting it.
"Get it all, baby," he blurted, "that's it. Gobble it. Lick it. Love it!"
Indeed she did love it. She discovered a new dimension of sexual thrills by accepting the man's sperm and swallowing. Only before she swallowed she savored it as if it were wonderful wine.
"How does it make you feel?" he asked huskily.
"Oh, I like that," she told him.
Then, he went to work with his tongue and got her to her gushing point. As she finally gushed, he gobbled it down and this thrilled her. Withdrawing his tongue from her vagina slowly he looked at his wife.
"Oh, Peggy baby," he told her, "I always thought it could be like this. You are dynamite, baby."
"Why thank you honey," she told him. "I really enjoyed this too."
There was no doubt about it that the two of them were really enjoying it. He was eager for more sexual action.
"Baby," she observed, "you've got another hard-on.
"Sure I have, honey," he told her. "Let's do what I've always wanted to do."
"What?" she asked Howard suspiciously.
"You know what I like about you," he said.
"Yes," she said, "you like my ass. No, you can't fuck it."
"I'd be real gentle, baby," he said. "My ass is not made to fuck," she objected. "Alright," Howard relented. "You did let me 69."
Then, he suggested an alternative.
"You know what I would like to do, baby," he panted. "I would like to have you get on all fours. Then if you would bend over I could slip it to your pussy from behind."
"How could I trust you," she said. "You might get me in that position and then stab my asshole."
"I promise," he said, "I will only slide it in your pussy. Let me try this back angle. They say you can get it in farther from that angle."
"You men," she said.
Then he asked her, "Men? Have the men at the massage parlor asked for sex?"
"Absolutely not," she said quickly. "That massage parlor I work for is on the up and up. None of this sex hanky panky."
"Well, there better not be," he said. "I don't want my wife to come back with a lot of sex mileage on her."
"You don't have to worry, honey," she said, "I'm saving my pussy for you. I'll keep a padlock on it at all times."
"I wish you would," he said, "and leave the key with me."
Reluctantly she got on all fours. Then Howard straddled her.
"Bend over, sweetheart," he smiled.
Howard was like a little boy about sex she thought to herself. He was always wanting to experiment. See if he could slide his shaft in at this angle or at that. After awhile she wondered if a man couldn't get a little bit bored with it all. She knew that she did but she couldn't let on. That might cause him ego problems.
As she bent over she felt him slowly easing his cock between her asscheeks.
"Remember what I told you, honey," she said. "No funny business."
"Don't worry, baby," he panted, as he thrust it into her slit.
Now he gripped her asscheeks and held on for dear life as he rammed it to her up her pussy.
The pleasure was building every moment. She was enjoying it and so was he.
"Oh, wow!" he panted. "That's what I like. Oh, do it, baby, do it!"
The super sensations that flooded through his body now had him turning on.
"Oh, baby," he gasped excitedly, "that's what I like. Yes, baby, do it!"
Then he wanted Peggy to twist her ass around for him. He knew that if she would put some churning ass movements into it he would enjoy this cock stabbing activity much more.
"Fuck it," he told her. "Fuck, baby, fuck. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes. That's the way to do it. Come on, fuck!"
Faster and faster he rammed it into her. With every cock stab she became more turned on, more excited.
"Oh, wow!" he panted, "that's the way to do it. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes. That's the way."
As he fired away with his rock-hard cock, she began developing a pace and rhythm of her own. She twisted her tail at a certain tempo and he accelerated his cock thrusts.
"How do you like it, honey?" he asked huskily.
"Beautiful, baby," she said, "but you should play with my breasts."
He laughed as he bent over and gripped her bosoms in his hot hands.
"Oh, that's so good," she told him. "Fire away, fucker."
He slammed away and she loved it more every moment.
"Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes, that's the way to do it. Come on, fuck!"
Furious and fast he fucked away. Now she was obtaining more pleasure, more delight out of the act.
"Come on, baby," he begged. "That's what I want. Do it!"
The pleasure that the cock stabbing action was producing was driving her out of her mind with delight and pleasure.
"Oh," he groaned, "fuck. Fuck, baby, fuck!"
She knew when he made his demands in this sturdy tone that he was close to climax. Suddenly she felt the cock erupting in her pussy.
As the cum flooded her pussy she twisted around to derive more pleasure from it.
"Oh, yes," she gasped excitedly, "that is too much. Oh, baby, that's the way to do it."
H pulled his penis from her pussy and proudly lay down beside his wife.
"That's the way I like you to do it, honey," he told her excitedly. "That's beautiful."
She threw her arm around him and told him quietly, "Sweetheart, there isn't a reason in this world why we can't make each other happy. It's just that sometimes I don't care to do all this."
"You don't know how much it means to a man," he explained, "to have a woman go down on him."
"Well, I'll tell you something," she said, "it is amazing how much pleasure there is when you go down on me. You are quite the pussy eater."
"Thank you," he said. "They used to call me 'tongue man' in high school."
"Why?" she said. "You were licking every girl's pussy in school?"
"Well, I licked enough," he admitted.
"I'll just bet you did," she informed him.
Then she got to talking about all she could do with the money she made when she did her massage work.
"I'll have money for furs and cars and travel," she laughed.
"You're talking about hustling, honey," he said. "You're not talking about doing massage work."
"Oh, yes I am, lover," she told him. "I can make a lot of money from massage. I can invest it then it will grow."
"Invest it in what?" he asked.
"In farm machinery," she said.
"Farm machinery," he laughed. "What on earth are you going to massage men's backs for to invest it in farm machinery?"
"I'll tell you why, lover," she explained. "I have a feeling that farmers and farm machinery and farm products are the wave of the future. I'll tell you why. There isn't enough food in all the world to take care of everybody. So it just stands to reason that the natural sequence of events would be for farm equipment and anything connected with the farm to be very valuable."
"Well, I've got to hand it to you, honey," he said. "You are quite a businesswoman."
"Yes, I am," she admitted, "But you'll never make that much giving massages," he said. "What I don't want happening is for you to listen to some of those men. You see, baby, there are a lot of dirty old men who can't wait to get their tongue in a cute chick like you. They'll pay her plenty. They'll give you 50 or 100 bucks."
"Oh, I don't believe it," she said, "that's for millionaires."
Her husband, Howard, shook his head.
"You'd be surprised what some poor guys would pay to get a pussy. A good piece of tight ass will take a lot of money away from a guy no matter how little he has."
"That's absurd," she said. "It doesn't stand to reason."
"They're not working from reason," he explained. "They are working from emotion. Don't you understand?"
"Well, I guess I do," she said, "but I never thought that men who don't make a lot of money would pay 50 or 100 bucks for some sex action."
"Well, I know plenty of men who have," he said.
"Have you?" she asked Howard suspiciously. "Yes," he said, "but it was before I was married."
"Well, I hope so," she said, "because I would hate to catch you playing around when you are married to me."
"I would know better than that, darling," he said.
"Tell me about it," she said curiously. "No," he shook his head, "I don't like to talk about it."
"But I want to hear about it," she insisted. "Now, don't be impossible," he said.
"I am not being impossible," she said.
"The hell you're not," he complained.
"Yes, honey," she said, "I must know. It just intrigues me to know what little Howard would want a chick like that to do."
"Well, there was one of them," he said. "Actually there were two. I was young and my balls were itching and I didn't care if I did drop a couple of bills."
"You mean you paid $200 for it?" she demanded.
"Yes," he said, "I did and it was worth it. One chick stuck her pussy over my mouth and the other one went down on me. It was a wild adventure and one I'll never forget."
"That's awful," she said.
"It wasn't awful at all," he said, "it was marvelous. The little chick that was down on my cock licked around my ass. She licked my balls and pumped on my penis for a few minutes. Then she slipped her mouth up over the head of it and focused the action on just the cock head. Next she slid her mouth all the way down over it and kept bobbing her head up and down. Oh, was I ever turned on. I wrapped my legs around her neck and really went to town."
"What did you do for the other dame who was pushing her pussy in your face?"
"What does any red-blooded guy do when he has pussy pushed at him. He eats it."
"My, my, Howard," she said, "to think that you expect virginity from your ever-loving wife, such chastity, and look what you've done before we were married. I didn't have adventures like that. My experiences were very tame. The most I did was some heavy necking in a car at a drive-in now and then. Of course, I gave a few quickie blow jobs and a couple of guys fingered me and ate my pussy but I really didn't let them stick it into me. You know for a fact, Howard, I was a virgin. Don't you?"
"You were a virgin, Peggy," he said, "and goody-goody for you."
"I don't appreciate that sarcasm," she said.
"Why not?" he winked. "Weren't you Miss Sexual Goody-Goody?"
"You nasty bastard," she said. "Here I kept it clean for you and that's the thanks I get."
"You didn't have anyone after you then," Howard chuckled. "You know when I married you that you didn't look as good as you do now. You wore glasses and you had those braces on your teeth and you didn't have much of a shape. You had to get in shape with those exercises that I gave you."
"I was still possessed of a little baby fat," she said, "but I got rid of that. Now, believe me, I can turn men on and if you act smart with me, Howard Richmond, I'll step out and prove it."
"If you do you'll be sorry," he warned her.
"Is that a threat?" Peggy demanded.
"I'm just telling you," he said, "I take those marriage vows seriously. A lot of bastards don't. I haven't pulled any hanky-panky on you since we were married and believe me, baby, it's been rough."
"That's tough," she said, "you mean you didn't enjoy it with me. Is that what you're trying to tell me? Are you trying to give me a sexual inferiority complex?"
"No, sweetheart," he said, "I wouldn't do a thing like that."
"Oh, yes you would," she snapped indignantly, "you really get me disgusted."
"Well, don't you think I've been disgusted with you," he said. "I used to get some good fornication. I don't get much of a fuck anymore. This is the first time you've been willing to go down and blow me in ages, and you know that I like eating pussy too." "I think you're a little twisted," she said. "You ought to be satisfied to stick it in the normal place."
"Normal place, my ass," he said. "It isn't normal to do all this face to face, cock to pussy fucking. You've got to have a little variety. What do you think the tongue was invented for?"
"To eat your food and talk," she said. "Certainly not to slip in the pussy."
"Wrong again," Howard said with a laugh. "The tongue was made to love pussy. To lick those velvety vagina walls and flick it across the clit."
"Oh, you talk dirty," she objected. "Why did I ever marry you?"
"That's a good question," Howard told Peggy, "and I can give you the answer. Damn fast too. Because I was making a good salary and you were a poor little girl who didn't have anything. Remember that apartment you lived in with your aunt?"
"Don't bring her up," she said. "I didn't care for her."
"And that's why you married me," he said, "cause you didn't dig where you were living and you couldn't stand your aunt. You know, your folks deserted you and because I took you in, you are giving me a rough time."
"Oh, I like you for bringing up all that past," she said. "You always loved to drag up my past and rake me over the coals when you don't get what you want. Well, it'll be a cold day before I'll go down on your cock again."
"I wouldn't want you to go down on me," he said. "You're not even as good at it as the chicks I've made it with."
"Well, go back to them," she said, "and part with your two bills. That's more than I get."
"Well, you're not worth two bills," he chuckled. "You're not worth two cents."
"We'll see what I'm worth," she snapped. "I'll betcha I could get a man to pay plenty for a piece of my ass."
"No you couldn't," he said. "You're dead in bed."
"If you say many more things like that," she said, "you're going to be dead in bed. You'll be sorry for what you said."
"Oh, knock it off, Peggy," he said. "You really burn the hell out of me."
"Well, don't think you don't make me disgusted," she said. "Here I gave you all you wanted. You said you wanted 69 and you got it. Then you were even trying to split me in two with an ass fuck. Of course, I resisted that sickness, but you got to slip it in behind and you rammed it plenty high in my pussy. You were lucky to get it too."
"Knowing how stingy you are with sex," he said, "I probably was lucky to get it. The only reason you went to bed with me tonight was because you want that job to be a masseuse. I've told you over and over those men don't go there for a back rub. They go there for a fuck."
"This is a massage place," she said, "not a whore house. Do you think I would try to get a job in a whore house?' "You might," he said, "but believe me, baby, you couldn't make the grade."
Now Peggy was so furious that she felt she had no alternative but to slap her husband's face. Slapping his face viciously she said, "Don't you ever talk like that to me."
Howard rubbed his hand over his swelling face.
"You ought to be in the ring, honey," he said. "You've got a mean left hook."
"I know how to take care of myself," she said. "I've had to put up with a lot of bastards in my time."
"Why don't you divorce me, honey?" he said.
"Not a bad idea, Howard," she said.
"What would be your grounds?" he demanded.
"I'd dream up something," she said.
"Sure you would," he said, "because you are a lying, cheating, two-timing bitch."
"Any more compliments, honey?" she asked acidly.
"Well," he said tightly, "you can give me a good blow job when you put your mind to it."
"Well, that's nice," she said. "As long as we're passing compliments to each other, I must say that you have a rather educated tongue."
"Educated tongue," he laughed.
"That's what I said," she said, "and it doesn't mean I care for you. As a matter of fact, Howard honey, I think you are revolting and disgusting. You don't want normal sex. You want warped sex. You don't want to just fuck me, you want to do me in. You want to grab me and stab me with your cock up my asshole. Well, you're never going to get it. And as far as I'm concerned I'm never going to go down on that big old cock of yours and I don't want your stupid tongue sliding into my pussy either. I think we ought to do it the way normal people do it."
"Yes," he said, "the way normal people do it. It might interest you to know, honey, that young people today according to the statistics are going down on each other at the rate of about 90%."
"What?" she gasped. "You mean I'm abnormal if I don't do it?"
"Right on," Howard grinned proudly.
"Oh, no," she said, "I don't want to be abnormal."
"Well, then go down on me," he chuckled, "and I'll go down on you. It's the normal thing to do as well as the nicest and juiciest."
Finally he caressed her and kissed her. That brought her around.
"Then you don't care if I work at that massage place?"
"No," he said, "I guess it's alright."
CHAPTER TWO
It bothered Peggy that her husband was making such a fuss about something that she felt confident would never be a problem. The man who ran the massage parlor having assured her so many times that she would never be forced to involve herself in sexual activities had created such confidence in her mind about this matter that she didn't question him or his proposition. However the very first time a man began suggesting sex she started trembling. The husky football player who was stretched out on the massage table turned to find out what was the matter.
"What's the matter, Peggy?" he asked her. "Nothing," she said.
"Maybe it's because we are just strangers," he smiled, "and you rubbing all my intimate parts."
"No, it's not that," she said.
"I'm Jeff," he said, "and I'll admit that I have a big cock when a cute dame like you rubs me. It gives me a real hard-on."
"That's what I thought," she said.
"Well, don't let it worry you," he said, "because I'm not going to force you to do anything."
"Well, I wouldn't," she said. "You couldn't force me to become sexually involved with you."
"Knock it off, Peggy," he said, "I know what you dames work here for."
"Look, Jeff," she said, "you may be somebody's hero out there on the football field but you're just another body to me."
"That's all I want to be," Jeff laughed. "Now, baby, why don't you play with it."
He was turning over now, and removing his towel he exposed his giant-sized cock to her view.
"You've got a nerve," she said evenly.
"You mean you're not broke in yet?" he chuckled.
"I don't know what you mean," she said. "I took this job for one reason and one reason only, to massage men's backs."
"How about the thighs," he smiled.
"Yes, that too," she said, "but certainly I will not touch your penis."
"I don't want you to touch it," Jeff laughed.
"I just want you to blow it."
"I'm blowing this job," she said, as she started to run away.
Jeff reached out and with his strong hand pulled the blonde back.
"Go down on it," he said. "I'll give you the regular price."
"Regular price," she shrieked, "what do you think I am?"
"I know what you are, honey," he growled. "The only thing we're quibbling about is price. You're trying to stick me for a higher price by pretending you haven't done it here before."
"Well, I haven't done it here," she said.
"Well no, maybe you're new at doing it here but you've done it."
"I've done that act for my husband," she said, "and it's not something I enjoy."
"But he liked it didn't he?" he smiled at her.
"Sure he liked it," she replied, "but he would kill me if he would find I was working in this place as a front for fucking."
"Now you're using the word," he chuckled.
"Well, when you get me mad enough," she explained, "I use a lot of words I don't normally use."
"Well, good for you, baby, because those are the only words that count in my vocabulary. Now, blow me."
He didn't give her an opportunity to say no. He reached for her head and guided her down over, his rock-hard cock.
"Now, come on, baby," he urged her, "do me."
He was hot and eager now and she had no alternative but to go down there and accommodate him.
"Oh, wow!" he panted, "that's what I dig. Do me, baby, do me."
She let her mouth slip down farther over his shaft and bobbed up and down the way he liked it.
"That's it," he told her, "lick it. Oh, yes, baby. Go way up and down on it. That's it. Oh, it's a nice shaft, baby, and you're really going to get a mouthful and a throatful."
He wasn't kidding, for Jeff had a giant-sized cock. She could tell he was really horny, and frankly she was enjoying this far more than she had with her husband, Howard. For one thing, Jeff's penis was much larger and he seemed to have a domination about him that intrigued her much more.
"Eat it," he commanded. "Eat it. Get the juice, baby. Get the juice. Oh, you're going to love it. Ohh, wow!"
As Jeff thrust away, both hands fingered through her blonde hair. He loved her silky, blonde hair and her hot mouth excited him no end.
"Keep it up, baby," he begged. "Oh, yes, now you're doing it. Oh, yes, I can hardly stand it."
He wrapped his legs around her and pressed his hot thighs against her cheeks. She loved the feeling of his thighs like this.
"Let me twist it this way," he said as he slammed it in another angle. It was as if he was trying to massage the head of his shaft at different angles producing thrills for his penis.
"Oh, yes," he begged, "grab my ass, honey."
Reaching under she instinctively did as he told her. When her hands gripped his asscheeks, her mouth plowed up and down on his penis.
"Oh, honey," he said, "you're going to give me a real good orgasm. It's going to be juicy and nice. Come on, honey."
He was coaxing her on, enjoying it no end.
"Gobble it, baby," he begged. "Come on, honey. That's what I like. Keep doing it. Oh, ah, yes, baby. Yes, keep that up. Oh, yes, lover keep it going."
Harder and hotter and faster he continued. Every second was more intriguing, more exciting than the last.
"Eat it," he panted. "Come on, baby, eat me. Oh, yes, gobble that stuff."
The pleasure was becoming more intense and she was trembling with the vibration.
"Oh, baby, you like it. I can tell you do. Hang in there."
Grabbing her head he shoved his cock harder in a final thrust. This was it. Wild sexual action such as she had never experienced before. It was a thrill too for Jeff as she was a new girl and he was always delighted in breaking a new girl in.
"Eat me," he gasped, "eat it. Get the juice."
Suddenly the sperm spasmed out of the head of his shaft. As she gobbled his creamy, thick white cum she didn't have to be told to do him anymore. For now, she was in there and getting it.
"Gobble it," he panted. "Get it!"
The juice flooded down her throat and she almost choked on his cum.
Finishing, she moved back. The roughness of this man appealed to her in a strange way. It sort of fascinated her and as he held her there with a steel grip, she finished his cock off completely.
"Oh, baby," he smiled, "did I ever enjoy that. You are too much."
It was obvious to him that she was a real turn-on and he couldn't get over how much fun it was to ball with her.
"I'll give you more, honey," he smiled, "if you'll let me give you some more action."
By now her own passions were inflamed and she wasn't afraid to duplicate what her husband did with her.
"How would you like to slide it in from the backside?" she asked.
"Oh, wow!" he said. "You like the back door trip?"
"I like you to shove it to my pussy from the back angle," she smiled. "You can get great thrust."
"Well, what a considerate little hooker," he grinned.
"No," she smiled, "what an enterprising little masseuse."
"Sorry, baby," he smiled smugly, "I forgot."
"Right on," she said, "and I'm going to charge for this extra action too.'-' "Never did mind an entertainment tax," he said. "Especially when the piece of ass is as good as yours is."
She immediately began undressing. She locked the door quickly and then got on the bed stark naked. Jeff's eyes popped out as he saw her fresh, ripe breasts.
"Oh, baby," he said, "let me slide my cock between those beautiful bosoms of yours. Just a minute."
He felt himself stiffening as he looked at her well-formed breasts. She lay there on her back at first and he straddled her. First he let his ass ride on her breasts, gently pushing up and down, he smiled.
"How does it feel?" he asked.
"Oh, your ass feels good on my breasts baby," she said, "but I think the best thing would be to have that great big cock of yours sliding between them."
"So do I," he agreed.
Now, he was ready. He straddled her gently, slipping his huge shaft between her breasts. She loved the sensation of the hard cock against her soft breasts. So did he. He massaged them roughly as he moved back and forth.
"Oh, Jeff," she said as waves of erotic delight swept over her. "I never knew that it could be like this."
"I don't think you've had too much experience with sex, baby," he said. "I like to fuck everything. Not only your bosoms but your armpits."
"Armpits, Jeff?" she said. "You mean you can fuck them too?"
"You bet I can," he said. "I'll show you."
Grabbing her arm he raised it up. Then slowly he eased his cock to her armpit. Now, he told her to raise her arm quickly up and down.
With her arm going up and down and his cock sliding in she noticed that he was perspiring and panting, he was so turned on.
"Oh, yes," he panted, "that's what I dig. Oh, yes, baby, keep that up."
It seemed as if the sensations would never stop.
"Fuck it!" he gasped. "Come on, baby, fuck. Fuck faster. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes."
The super sensations that were surging through her now were driving her out of her mind. She felt her mound moistening. Reaching back he toyed with her mound as he thrust his cock into her armpit.
"Oh," she panted, "this is wonderful."
"You're getting such a charge out of this, baby," Jeff chuckled, "you should pay me instead of me paying you."
"That wouldn't be a bad idea at all," she agreed.
Now she was going to town. In hard driving thrusts he rammed it faster and faster.
"Come on, baby," he gasped, "you're driving me ape. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes. Now we're doing it. Oh, yes, fuck it!"
He fucked away and his balls jiggled. He liked the sight of this as he slammed it into her armpit. Then he came.
"I'm shooting," he cried ecstatically, "I'm shooting. My big old juicer is exploding."
Indeed it was exploding. As the hot sex streaked down her armpit and down the side of her body she felt waves of pleasure sweeping over her pussy. He waited until his penis had finished shooting and then he decided it was time for him to go down there between her legs and enjoy himself.
"I'm ready," he said. "I'm ready to take your pussy on."
"You know how to use your tongue?" she asked.
"I sure do, honey," he said. "No two ways about it."
She was surprised at how quickly he burrowed his face down in her pussy.
"Oh, wow," she gasped excitedly, as she reached out and clutched the sheets. She wadded the sheets up as her head rolled back and forth on the pillow.
"Jeff," she cried out, "eat me. Eat my pussy. That's it, slip your tongue in there. Slide it around. Lick those vagina walls, honey. Oh, don't stop."
The velvety vagina walls had never been loved like this. Faster and hotter the tongue stabbed away inside of her.
"Eat me," he begged anxiously. "Eat me, baby."
The sensations that surged through her body now made her twist and turn so much that Jeff had difficulty holding her in place. Finally, he gripped her ass tightly and kept his face there as his tongue burrowed away. When he nibbled on her love button, she gasped with glee and sexual ecstasy.
"I'm juicing, Jeff," she gasped. "I can't stand it when you lick my love button and bite it. I go ape.
There was no doubt about it. Jeff had a way with women and he loved to come to this massage place cause the boss was constantly getting fresh talent. This was not an unusual case, Peggy not knowing what the score was. If anything this was the type of situation the boss liked to generate. It put enthusiasm into the act as man and woman discovered each other.
"Eat it, Jeff," she cried. "Eat my pussy. Oh, baby, be a good lover."
The sweeping tongue brought her to ecstasy, creating multiple climaxes which she had never experienced before.
Jeff loved pussy juice and he licked every delicious drop from her steaming mound.
"Good to the last drop, sweetheart," he smiled.
He licked her slit one last time and kissed it.
"I wish my husband was like you, Jeff," she told him frankly.
"A lot of husbands could take some tips from me," he said.
"I just feel strange about doing this for a living," she said.
"Don't feel funny about it baby," Jeff smiled. "You are performing a much needed service."
"Maybe I am," she agreed.
After Jeff was gone she had time for sobering thought. The manager came in and spoke with her a moment.
"I want to congratulate you on a job well done," he smiled.
"Oh, thank you," she told him. "I'm happy when the customers are satisfied."
"So am I," he said. "That's the name of the massage game."
Before she knew what was happening, Steve was pulling down his shorts and he flipped out a giant sized penis in front of her.
"Sorry," she said, "wrong number."
"Come on," he insisted.
"No, Steve," she said. "If I'm in the business I'm not going to tolerate any monkey business."
"Oh, get off it," he begged her.
"No," she said, "you'll have to pay for it just like the rest."
"But the boss gets free samples," he insisted.
"That's what you think," she said.
He was getting more and more disgusted every moment. Now she realized that she was expected to service him too. She didn't care particularly for him and the last thing she wanted to do was to go down on him. But he was stroking it there as if the juice would spurt out any moment.
"Just a quickie, cutie," he told her.
"Alright," she said, "I'll do it. But dammit I don't like to give it away for free."
"Like all the other dames," he said. "Once they know that they can get paid for blow jobs and sex, they want to charge every time."
Dropping to her knees she pulled it to her lips. She looked at its huge head and saw the juice surfacing at the slit.
"Just put your pretty pink tongue out there and lick it," he smiled.
"Alright," she agreed.
Her hot tongue lashed out and she began licking.
"Oh, that's great," he told her. "Just great." She was enjoying it now intensely and so was he.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "you are too much."
She laved the head of it carefully and he became more and more excited.
"Oh, that's wild," he told her. "Keep that going. Come on, baby. Come on and do it."
Every second he became more excited.
"Oh, do it," he begged. "Oh yes, baby, keep that going."
The hot excitement continued. She could hardly stand it.
"Oh, wow!" he panted. "Come on, baby, come on!"
The super sensations that flooded through his body at this point had him really stimulated.
Now it was up to her to finish it. She jiggled his testicles and he loved that.
"Oh, you know how to do it there," he told her, "real good."
Steve's balls were big. She did her best to get him excited all the way.
"Oh," he groaned with delight. "That's what I dig. Love me. Oh, yes, baby, do me!"
The super sensations that flooded through his body at this point grabbed him.
"Oh, wow!" he panted, "that's what I dig. Keep it going, baby. Keep it going."
Now he was trembling with delight and so was she.
"Eat my meat," he told her. "Yes, baby, yes."
She was developing a desire for sperm juice even though the thought originally had repelled her when her husband had asked her to do it. She loved it now.
"Gobble it," he told her. "Baby, gobble my cock!".
The hot sperm spasmed into her mouth. Eagerly she devoured his cum. It was creamy, thick and delicious to her taste.
"Oh, you really go for that in a big way, don't you baby," he smiled down on her, as his hands gripped her, guiding her over his giant-sized cock.
"Oh, wow!" he panted, "do I ever like that."
Marvelous pleasure was derived from his new recruit.
"I don't know whether I should let you do it to anybody else or not," he grinned.
Slipping her mouth off his penis, she smiled.
"Well, I'm glad you're satisfied," she said.
Getting to her feet, he warned her.
"Never tell your husband. I don't want any trouble with jealous husbands."
"Don't worry," she said, "Howard would have ten fits."
"Well, the best thing to do, baby, is not mention it. What he doesn't know won't hurt him."
"You can say that again," she laughed.
"This is no laughing matter," Steve said, as he pulled his shorts up and then his pants. "Half the murders in the country are jealous lovers."
"I guess it's more dangerous to be in love than it is to walk in Central Park at night," she said.
"That's right," he said, "and it's funny. They used a Saturday night special to do it."
"I read you," she said. "You mean the Saturday night special gun and the Saturday night special fuck."
"Right on," he said, "you read me."
He understood completely what she was talking about.
"I'll be careful," she commented.
When she went home that night she had a lot more money than she had ever had since she married. It gave her a good feeling but more than that she felt she was really swinging. She resented the fact that her husband enjoyed playing around when he could, but expected her to keep her pussy padlocked. She resented it no end. When she got home her husband looked at her suspiciously.
"You know I've heard from a lot of fellows where I work," he said, "that those little massage parlors were nothing more than sex shops."
"Oh, you talk to a bunch of fellows with dirty minds," she reprimanded him.
"Well, I don't know about that," he told her.
"Well, I do," she said, "they all have dirty foul minds."
He was getting more and more disgusted about it and so was she. Every moment was a more difficult one for them for the strain was showing.
"Well, I'm afraid to tell anyone at work that my wife works at one of those massage places," he told her.
"You don't have to feel that way, darling," she smiled.
"Yes I do," he said, "if I'm going to be honest with myself."
"Well, you never have been honest with either yourself or me."
"The reason you're so particular about my playing around is because of your own infidelities."
"Well," he said. "I suppose you think your sexual appetites are the same as mine."
"Well, they may be," she told him indignantly.
"Well, that's too bad. Now you think you can act as horny as a man. Where are you getting ideas like this? You aren't going to any of those women's lib meetings, are you?"
"Look," she told him, "I'm so sick and tired of you men thinking that you have all the balls. We have an opportunity to live differently now. Women can play around if they want to. I've heard about aggressive women at offices making plays for men they dug. There's nothing wrong with that."
"Yeah," he said, "and maybe you don't find it disgusting but I do. A woman's place is in the home."
"Yeah, I know what you want," she said angrily. "You want a mother in the living room, a cook in the kitchen, and a whore in the bedroom."
"Well, that's not a bad combination," he laughed.
"Well, as far as I'm concerned it is," she told him frankly.
"You, sweetheart," he told her, "are impossible."
"No," she said, "I'm being realistic. You haven't been realistic in years. You have thought you could run over me roughshod. I get sick and tired of never having any spending money."
"Your greedy little fingers will get all they want now," he said. "You'll probably sell yourself on the side. Then you'll come home with some dread disease. Well, I don't like seconds."
"I don't either," she said, "and judging from some of the experiences with the chicks that you have had I'm getting a lot more than seconds. I'm getting about 52nds."
"Now, baby," he said, "you forget the difference of the sexes. Man was meant to play around and woman was meant to stay at home in the playpen."
"Keep that scuttlebutt for someone ignorant enough to believe it. I'm free to do as I please, and if you don't like it you can shove it."
"I sure would like to shove it up your asshole," he said, "but you won't let me."
"No, lover," she said, "you're lucky that I give you a blow job and if you act this way much more you won't be safe when you stick it in my mouth because I'll bit it off."
"Is that a nice thing for a wife to say to a husband?" he said. "The man is supposed to be the head of the house."
"Well, you've got the head alright," she said. "Only it's all between your legs."
"Dig, dig," he said, "if it will make your submerged ego happy my big balls can take it."
She was becoming really incensed at the way he was treating her.
"I think you should cool off with no sex for awhile," she said.
"Hey, that's not fair," he complained.
"Sure it is," she said. "If you can't act nice why should I give you a fuck. I only believe in jumping into bed with a husband who shows a little love."
"I can show you love," he said. "Plenty of it."
"Yeah," she said. "All you want to do is fuck my asshole. Then you talk about using a French tickler or watching me on one of those fucking machines while you jerk off. How demented can you get?"
"You'd be surprised," he grinned knowingly.
"Don't flash one of your winning smiles at me," she said. "That's how I fell for you in the first place. You had such nice white teeth, such beautiful hair, such a great physique. Well, it all went to your head."
"And that's why I've got such a big cock," he teased.
She wasn't buying now and he was disturbed over this fact.
"Can't we have any fun anymore?" he asked. "Sure we can," she replied. "Alright," he said, "let's go to bed."
"Not interested," she said emphatically.
"Just as I thought," he said. "You're getting too much cock over at that massage parlor."
"You say that one more time," she said, "and I'm going to go get the baseball bat and use it over your head."
"I don't have that baseball bat anymore," he said. "I gave it to my mom to keep."
"Oh, I thought you'd never part with that," she said. "You were always so proud of the fact that you were such a great baseball player in college."
"You can still use a golf club," he smiled.
"Not a bad idea," she agreed, "but I would hate to hit that thick skull and ruin the club."
"Oh, honey," he said, "you're so funny. You should be on TV."
"Well, you're in the doghouse now as far as I'm concerned."
He came over to his wife and tried to shine up to her. He wrapped his arms around her and whispered, "You remember that nice dress that you wanted?"
"Sure I do," she said, "and you never got it for me."
"I'll get you that dress," he smiled, "if you'll give me a nice piece of ass tonight."
"The 30 dollar one or the hundred dollar one?" she asked.
"Look, I'm not made of money. If I were giving a hundred dollars for it I would get me one of those Vegas specialty gals."
"Well, I can do anything they can do."
"Well, they'll do everything," he declared. "You can stick it in their mouth, in their ass, stick it in their pussy. They'll lick everything. They'll lick your asshole out. They'll lick your balls and they'll lick your cock. Will you do all of that?"
"I should say not," she said. "Well," he said, "you can get the $30 dress then."
"I like that," she said. "Putting fucks on a cash and carry basis."
"Now, look baby," he said, "you mustn't complain. You can't have your cock and eat it too."
"Look," she said, "I think that a super blow job is worth a lot more than $30."
"Well, I'm just giving you going rates and that's for a top performer. Some of them will do a quickie for $10."
"I suppose you get quickies on the way home for lunch."
"Well, there are plenty of chicks hitchhiking that'll do it. They're out there standing on the street corners trying to earn their fucking living."
"That would be nice," she said, "after one of those foul little dames has had that cock in her mouth, I'm supposed to get some disease."
"Well," he said, "you never can be sure."
"Well, that's why I'm going to quit having anything to do with you sexually," she complained. "You've been too promiscuous. I'm going to keep my pussy pure for a little while longer."
"Oh, I love the way you call your pussy pure," he chuckled. "That's what you think of it. Look, your pussy is not any purer than anybody else's and if you don't want to take my cock in it you don't have to. It's an honor."
"An honor," she shot back to him. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Well," he smiled, "you don't get your dress."
"I'll buy my own dresses," she said.
"Just what I thought," he said, "that job has made you independent. You don't feel that you need me anymore."
"Well," she smiled, "do I really? I think I can make my own way, that is, if I should have to."
"Well, you'd better do it now, baby, while you got that body beautiful. Wait until you lose your shape and then you won't be able to peddle your pussy."
"I'm going to keep my shape for a long time, lover," she said, "and did you ever look in the mirror at your pot belly?"
"Is that a nice thing to do," he said, "knock me? Look you married the slob and you'd better treat him good. You got rights and I got my legal rights too."
"Your fucking rights?" she smiled. "Is that what you are concerned with?"
"What man isn't?" he demanded.
"Well, that's just bitchin," she said.
He went to the bedroom and took some linen out of the closet and then he came out and began placing it on the sofa.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"I'll sleep out here," he said. "If you don't want to give me what I need I'll sleep out here."
"Oh, you don't have to do that," she said.
"I want to," he complained.
"Well, I want you to be happy, honey," she said, "and if you'll be happier out here in the living room, I wouldn't do anything to keep you from being happy."
He got the point and she got the point too. So, it was as if battle lines had been drawn. Going to her bedroom alone she hated herself. She knew that she had been so vindictive because she had been well-buttered in the ego department at the massage parlor and she felt guilty as hell. She didn't know that Harold had been disloyal to her, but she suspected that he had, because he told her about all the women he had balled before they were married. Yet, he was constantly claiming he was loyal to her and asking her to take loyalty sex oaths all the time.
"Goodnight, honey," she called out to him.
Silence greeted her words. This frustrated her more. Going out to him she bent over and kissed his cheek.
"Don't try and make up to me," he said. "You have been impossible tonight."
"I'm sorry, honey," she said.
"You go to bed alone," he said. "If you don't appreciate me that's alright."
"I'm sorry, baby, I do appreciate you but you have made life awfully difficult for me."
"No, I haven't," he insisted.
That night Peggy did not sleep well. Her conscience bothered her. She was not sure that her husband was loyal or disloyal to her, and it bothered her enormously to think that she might be criticizing him when he had done nothing to be criticized for. However, the next morning when she woke up he was gone. She wasn't even sure that he had spent the entire night in the living room That bothered and perplexed her. Yet, she knew there was nothing she could do about it. She did her daily duties about the house and got ready for her four hour early evening assignment at the massage parlor.
Steve called her up.
"Say I still feel great from that good time you gave me last night," he told her enthusiastically.
"Steve," she told him frankly, "I don't think it is very good for you to call me at home.. It would be awful if my husband got suspicious. He is the jealous kind."
"Alright, baby doll," he said, "I just wanted to make sure we didn't scare you off."
"No," she assured him, "you haven't scared me off."
As she spoke with him she realized that he really wasn't such a bad guy.
"I've got a great customer for you tonight," he told her. "A rich businessman who pays plenty. He likes a lot of action and he's real athletic about it."
"What do you mean," she demanded.
"Well, baby," he told her, "he digs all kinds of positions."
"How many positions can you get in?" she asked sarcastically.
"You'd be surprised," he said. "This cat can get in more positions than you can imagine. Some of the chicks around here really dig him. They never know what position he is going to pick next."
"Well after the armpit fucking last night," she said, "I really don't know what to expect next."
"Well, isn't that what makes life exciting," Steve chuckled.
"In a way, yes," she said quietly, "and in a way, no."
As they talked together they realized many things. She realized one thing for sure, she was in for adventure.
Howard called up from work and was all apologies.
"I'm sorry that I went out and drank until two in the morning," he told his wife.
"Well, I didn't even know it," she said coyly, "but confession is good for the soul, they say."
"Right on, Honey," he said, "and when I was at the bar I picked up a dame and I stayed at her place. I didn't come back last night."
"That's nice you bastard," she said, and hung up on him.
CHAPTER THREE
That evening when Peggy went to work she was proud of herself. Steve tipped her off that the first customer would not be the businessman with the loot. He told her she could hurry through him as he was just another legitimate customer.
"It's nice there's a legitimate one now and then," she laughed.
"It's nice for the pocketbook if there's the other kind too," Steve winked.
"I read you, honey," she grinned.
As she went into the massage parlor she got a good look at the man who was lying there. He was a handsome black man and he had a huge shaft. She could tell by the way the towel stood up on end.
"I give a back massage," she said.
"Alright, you can rub my back."
He turned over on the table and then she suggested coyly, "Would you like a shower first?"
"I sure would if you would wash me off," he said.
"Well," she giggled, "for a price I could."
"Good girl," he said, "about 50 bucks?"
"What does that include?" she smiled.
"Oh, about everything," he said. "I would like to 69 with you, baby."
"Alright," she said, "but I have another patient coming in half an hour."
"I can take care of all my needs in a half an hour," he assured her. "It might only take a couple of seconds."
As he got off the massage table and she got a load of his giant-sized black cock, she knew he wasn't kidding.
"Oh, you've got a big one," she complimented him.
"Well, thank you," he said, "I take that as one helluva big compliment."
"You take it any way you can get it, don't you big boy?"
"You bet your sweet ass I do," he grinned.
Locking the door with the double bolt, Peggy promptly proceeded to take off her clothes. The black man watched as he let his tongue sweep along his lips.
"Look nice to you?" Peggy said softly.
"You bet baby," he said. "I think the prettiest sight in the world is watching a woman take off her clothes."
"It depends on the woman," Peggy said.
"Ain't that the truth," he chuckled.
Now he was getting a big charge out of her panties and bra. He came over to her and said, "Let me help you, honey."
Reaching around he unclasped her bra. Then he teased and toyed with her nipples and the elastic band of her panties. Reaching in he groped her asscheeks with his two hands.
"Would I like to get up there," he smiled.
"Sweetheart," she said, "if you got up there with that giant sized cock, where would I be?"
"You'd be split in two," he chuckled.
"You're so right, lover," she said. "I'll do well to take that banana in my pussy."
He pulled her panties down and dropped to his knees as if he worshipped her pussy. She loved the excitement of him kneeling before her.
"You want to kiss it?" she asked him.
"I want to eat it," he said.
"Don't you want me to take a shower first?" she asked.
"I'll take mine au natural," he chuckled, and pulled her tighter to him. Now the big black man had his face buried in her mound. He licked away as his hot tongue flicked away at the slit.
"Oh, stab it in there," she begged. "Stab it in there. Oh, I love it. Now, you're doing it. That feels good. Real good."
He stabbed it in there and she was becoming more and more excited.
"Come on, baby," she said "That's what I want. Keep that going."
The pleasure was mounting more every moment now. She reached down and grabbed his head and guided it in her vagina. The hot tongue licked away and he was becoming more excited every moment.
"Eat it," she cried passionately. "Come on, honey. Eat it."
The super sensations were building more and more every second and she knew that it wouldn't take much more of that tongue stabbing action and she would be juicing in his face.
"Oh, yes," she cried, "now you're doing it. Oh, tiger, lick."
The black man was getting his white pussy and she was getting a big charge out of all the action.
"Oh, sweetheart," she told him, "you really know how to use that tongue. You've got a rhythm that it never had before."
She saw his cock grow longer and harder right before her eyes.
"I can't stand it," she gasped passionately as erotic waves of pleasure washed over her. Suddenly she juiced in his face and he didn't miss any of it. He licked her leg to not miss any.
"Oh, eat it," she cried eagerly, "eat it. Oh, yes, now you're doing it. Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's the way I like it. Oh, eat me."
The super delight of what she was going through reached her.
"Oh, I love it," she cried. "Now you're doing it."
He was getting her there in multiples. No man had ever given her such sensations. She could hardly wait to feel that huge cock ramming into her.
When he had finished he moved and his face was covered with beads of perspiration. "How did you dig it?" she asked. "Hot diggity," he said.
He got to his feet and stepped into the shower.
"I'll just cool off and be ready. I can't wait to slip my cock into your pussy."
"That's where it belongs, honey," she said. "Don't they call it the 'cockpit'?"
"You bet your white ass they do," he said, slapping her playfully.
He was really eager now for action and so was she... Together they took the shower. He had a good time washing her off and she got a big charge out of his enormous cock as she washed it down with soap suds she could hardly stand it.
"What do you think of my 9-incher?" he asked.
"I think it's a good one," she said. "I bet you have a lot of women trying to get it. Don't you?"
"Keeps me in business, baby," he said.
"I can see why," she said giggling.
He reached over and manipulated her breasts. His big black hands on her white breasts were a stark contrast. He loved to pinch the nipples.
"Oh, you're hurting me," she complained.
"Well, I hope so," he chuckled, "I'm a sadist. I get my pleasure out of your pain."
"Oh, you're a nice guy," she laughed.
"That's what they tell me."
"Oh, all the charm of a cobra," she laughed.
Finishing the shower they dried off and went back to the massage room.
"Now, baby," he smiled, "I'd like you to straddle fuck me."
"I don't know what you're talking about," she told him.
"You new here or something?" he asked. "Yes, I am," she said.
"Too bad," he said, "I don't like to work with beginners. I prefer professional pussy."
"Well, you've got a nerve."
"Okay, honey," he said. "I'll teach you the old straddle fuck. The man lies on his back and then the woman slides down on his cock. You do it so the guy can reach up there and play with the breasts. I told you I like to pinch those nipples."
"Well, don't pinch them too hard," she said. "You may be a sadist but I am sure as hell not a masochist."
"Sorry, baby," he said, "didn't mean to hurt you."
There wasn't the shadow of a doubt in her mind that he was good at what he was doing, but yet it made her feel a bit awkward as she mounted him. Grasping his rock-hard cock she guided it to her slit.
"Now just shove down, honey," he said, "and we'll get this straddle fuck on the road."
She pushed her pussy down over the head of the black shaft. It slipped on smoothly.
"Doesn't that feel good?" he demanded quick- "Yes, tiger," she said, "it feels mighty juicy."
They were sliding around in the lubrication of her vagina and his cock juice.
As they continued this act he got more intense with his fingers on her breast.
"Easy, baby," she said, "that hurts."
"Sorry, love," he said, "but it's the only way I can get happy."
"Well, hurry up and get that big cock of yours off," she begged him.
Now he began driving it to her in savage thrusts.
"Oh, wow!" he gasped, "that is too much. Keep it up. Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's the way to do it."
The rock hard cock stabbed this way and that and she followed his cock stab movements.
"Oh, you're a wild woman," he gasped, "you know how to do it. Turn your tail. Twist your tail. Come on, fuck it!"
When he would jab his cock to the left she would twist her tail to the right. Keeping up this alternate action they were producing a slimy, juicy climax quickly.
"Oh, wow," the black man panted, "I'm cuming. Oh, yes I made it."
As the hot creamy substance flooded into her pussy, she ground her hips around.
"Oh, wow," she panted, "that's what I want. Keep it up, baby. Keep it going."
She continued twisting her tail until she juiced too.
Now he was still thrusting when a knock was heard at the door.
"Hurry it up," Steve called, "hurry up."
She accelerated the pace of her movements and squeezed all the juice out of the head of his cock. Then she slid herself off his slickened cock.
"How'd that grab you?"
"I enjoyed it," she said.
He paid her the 50 bucks and then she took a shower and began dressing once more.
"You look so nice and clean," he smiled, as he looked at her in her white, nylon massage uniform.
"You had a good time didn't you?" she asked. "Sure I did," he said. "I want to be a steady customer of yours."
"Anytime," she smiled.
Realizing how fast she could pick up money she got excited but the moment he walked out she got a little jolt.
"Give me my half," Steve insisted.
"Why you pig," she snapped. "How dare you ask for a cut like that."
"That's the way it goes," he said. "Business is business. If I didn't have this place you wouldn't have the chance to make the loot. Sorry, baby."
Handing him half the money she said under her breath. "I know just how sorry you are."
Realizing what a difficult man he could be she wasn't eager to take on another customer.
"Doesn't any legitimate customers ever come here?"
"Oh, every now and then," he complained. "That's too bad," she said, "because I don't care to do this all the time."
"Well we don't make much money in the legit trade," he said. "Can't charge them much more than $10."
"Maybe you are spoiled," she suggested.
"And don't try to tell me you dames don't get spoiled," he said. "Fortunes are made by a tight pussy in the right place at the right time."
"You've got a point there," she said. "Some of us marry for love."
"Shove it," he laughed.
After he was gone she waited for her customer. She wondered what it would be like to take someone on who wanted so many unique things. Her mind spun when she thought of all the things she might have to be involved with. At the same time guilt feelings were going through her. She began to think of her mother and father. She knew what they would think of her if they knew she had come to this end.
Just as she was thinking of all these dark thoughts, in walked a dark-haired Latin man with a moustache.
"A penny for your thoughts, baby," he said, whacking her on the ass.
"Well, I can read your thoughts," she said, "and I wouldn't have to ask a penny."
He began undressing quickly and she could tell he was very proud of himself.
"I guess you've been waiting all evening for me," he said. "I got here as quick as I could."
"Yeah," she said. "The wait was killing. I had about four customers ahead of you."
"Well, you'll be primed for me, baby," he said, "cause when I cum I take time."
"Good for you," she said. "If there's anything I like it's a healthy ego."
When he had finished undressing she could see why he was proud of himself. He did have a fantastic body and a unique suntan.
"Now aren't you going to strip, sweetheart?" he smiled.
"Is that part of the deal?" she asked.
"Now don't play innocent," he said. "I'm here to fuck."
"Don't be vulgar," she laughed.
She stripped down to her black lace panties and black lace bra and he told her to stop.
"Stop right there, darling," he said. "That's enough. I enjoy looking at you just like this. Your body turns me on."
"Well, don't think you don't turn me on too," she said.
Glancing down at her crotch he could see moistening now.
"Well, if there's anything I like it's a horny lady," he said. "Well," she smiled slyly, "meet a horny lady." He got up on the table and told her, "Now the thing I would really like now is a good prostate massage."
She poured some oil in her hands and began massaging up and down his spine.
"What's your name, lover?" she asked.
"Dennis," he told her, "just call me Dennis. We're like ships that cross in the night and we don't need second names. Do we, darling?"
"No, Dennis," she said, "my name is Peggy."
"Well, Peggy," he said, "do a good job on my back and my ass."
"You don't have to worry about me," she said, "I know how to do it."
"I'll see if you do," he said. "I've had some of the best women in town rub me."
"I'll bet you have," she told him. "You look like the play around kind."
"I am," he told her, "and there is nothing wrong with it either."
"If you say so," she said, as her hands reached down and kneaded his behind.
"Oh, that feels so good to have your slippery hands on my ass," he said.
She went on kneading and pummeling his ass-cheeks and then he smiled.
"How about the prostate?" he asked. Her fingers worked down to where the prostate was located. He loved the sensations she was producing with her sensational finger movements.
"That's the way I like it," he told her. "Oh, yes, feels good. Feels real good."
The pleasure was mounting every moment now and they were both enjoying it immensely.
"Keep that up," he told her. "Oh, yes, that's the way I like it. Keep it going."
Now he could hardly stand it. The intense excitement they were enjoying together was building to a passionate pitch.
"You know what I really like?" he demanded.
"I have no idea," she told Dennis flatly.
"I'm going to arch my ass and give you three guesses," he said as his ass lifted up off the table and he parted his asscheeks.
"No dice," she told him. "I don't lick ass."
"How about a little kiss," he smiled.
"I'll kiss it," she said, "on the left cheek and that's all."
"You're not a good chick at all," he complained. "I'm used to girls that give great tongue jobs."
"Sorry," she said, "but I don't go for that sort of thing."
"I don't know whether I should continue with you or not," he said. "You haven't been trained."
"Trained to stick my tongue up your asshole?" she said with a shrug.
"Yes, sweetheart," he said, "didn't Steve tell you that was one of the things I dig?"
"It's a good thing he didn't," she said, "or I wouldn't be in here with you."
"Alright," he said, "slap my ass and kiss it."
"How absurd," she said tightly.
"It feels good, baby," he said. It gets the blood rushing down there and then you kiss it."
"I would like to take a hammer to it," she said, "you'd feel that."
"Don't be difficult," he said. "I don't dig those women who like to whip men."
She gave his ass a good whack with her hand a few times until it was red, and then she bent over and kissed his left cheek just as she said she would.
"Couldn't you lick the right one too?" he said.
"I've drawn my boundary lines," she said, "and your left cheek is all I will lick."
"Alright," he told her, "but I want a little ball action."
"Ball action?" she demanded, "what's that Dennis dear?"
"Peggy, honey," he said, "that's when you take both balls in your mouth and do a little loving."
"It's the weirdest thing I ever heard," she said. "Steve never mentioned it. I give simple blow jobs and that's about it."
"Oh, you really need training," he said. "Where are you from, the toolies?"
"Take it easy, honey," she said, as she began massaging his balls vigorously.
"Easy does it," he said, "those are nuts you're handling."
"Sorry," she said, "I'm nuts about those nuts."
Crouching at his crotch she began licking at his balls. He liked that but he wanted more action.
"I would really consider it fantastic if you would give me a rim job," he said.
She pulled her mouth away from his balls and said, "What in the hell is a rim job?"
"You don't know nothing," he said. "A rim job is an ass suck."
"Oh," she said, "I thought we had that understood."
"But I just can't grasp it," he said.
"Alright, honey," she said, "I'll lick your balls."
She licked them gingerly with her tongue. He liked the lapping, licking noisy movements. Then opening her mouth she took one ball in and then the other.
"Grab my cock," he told her, "and do a little pumping, baby."
She gripped his penis and savagely pumped it and also did her thing on his balls. He loved the double action.
"Keep it up," he begged. "Oh, yes, baby, yes. That's what I like."
The pleasure mounted every moment.
"Oh, wow," he panted, "that's what I dig. Oh, baby, keep it going."
It wasn't going to be very long now. Every second was more pleasurable than the last.
"Keep it up," he gasped. "Oh, yes."
She kept it up until his penis was vibrating with erotic pleasure.
"Let loose of my balls, baby," he said, "and lick up to the top of it."
Letting his balls slip out of her mouth she started licking up to the top of his penis. She capped it finally with her mouth and hung in there tightly. He loved the feel of her lips around the head of the shaft.
She nibbled gently and then he gripped her head and guided her all the way down on his shaft.
"Go to town, honey," he gasped. "That's it, take it in."
She took every inch of it in and was giving him the wild time he wanted.
"Oh, baby," he gasped eagerly, "you don't know how good that feels. Oh, ah, yes, yes. Keep that going."
The intense pleasure that he was experiencing at this moment was increasing.
"Oh, come on, baby," he gasped excitedly, "that is beautiful. Oh, ah, yes, yes, baby. Oh, yes, all the way."
The super sensations that flooded her mind were driving her crazy. She was enjoying it now , as much as he was enjoying driving it to her. Dennis had his hot legs wrapped around her as his thighs pressed her cheeks and her head bobbed up and down over his penis.
"You're going to get a nice creamy reward, honey," he panted. "Keep it up."
He was really steamed up and enjoying himself.
"Eat it," he panted, "that's the way I like. Eat it.
"Oh, ah, yes that's it, baby. Keep it up."
Now he was flipping out. He could hardly stand the excitement of what was happening.
"Oh, wow," he panted, "I love this. Come on, baby, come on."
Suddenly he gushed. As the hot sperm erupted like a hot volcano in her mouth, she devoured him. He threw his head back and forth as he squeezed his legs in sheer delight.
"Oh, baby, that's super."
The intense pleasure he derived in giving himself to her in the sticky fashion gripped her.
"Oh, baby," she bubbled, "do I ever love that." sliding her mouth off him she hoped for a rest. But he didn't want to give her a rest.
"Now, baby," he said, "time for round two."
"Haven't you had enough," she said, "don't you dig time out for a breather?"
"Why, baby," he told her, "I don't need to."
From the sight of him he didn't. His cock was as rigid and ready as ever. Grasping it he got off the table. Then he picked up a chair and sat down.
"Come over here, baby," he said, "and slide your pretty pussy over my cock."
Going over to the chair she watched in the mirror as she slid her mound down over his rigid penis.
"Oh, keep that up," he told her, "keep it going."
The pleasure that she was deriving now was almost more than she could stand.
"Fuck it," he panted. "Fuck, baby, fuck."
Now the pleasure intensified. Her breasts were jiggling up and down in his face and he began licking them both. He darted from one breast to another as his hands gripped her ass cheeks and he guided her up and down his cock shaft.
"Oh, that feels good," he panted.
"Dennis, baby, you are a real studsman."
"I told you I was good at fucking," he told her.
He used his teeth effectively when he would move his mouth over a breast.
"Oh, honey," she cried, "you are a real casa-nova."
He moved from one breast to another and then he really rammed hard. "Keep your tail twisting and grab it," he told her.
She grabbed his cock and vigorously she massaged his muscles.
"That's the way I like it," he said. "I like to have you reach around and massage my back while you're getting it in the pussy."
She laughed as she watched in the mirror.
"We're a wild fucking sight," she laughed, "but I love it."
"So do I, darling," he assured her.
He went on thrusting and enjoying every second of it.
"Fuck it," he panted. "Fuck, baby, fuck."
He shot high in her pussy a second or two later. She continued gripping vigorously on his penis and then she came too. As he became more excited she did too. When it was all over they were sweaty, happy fuckers.
She slid off the chair and told him, "Now you've had enough for tonight, Dennis."
"Have I?" he said.
She collapsed in a heap on the massage table but Dennis was still hard.
"Are you on something, Dennis?" she asked him bluntly.
"What do you mean, honey?"
"I mean have you done something to make that big cock stay hard?" she said.
"I'm doing what comes naturally," he answered. He got up on the table and straddled her. For a moment she thought that he was going to attempt to give her anal sex.
"I don't dig it that way," she said "If you're going to enter me it's got to be by the front door. None of that back door stuff, baby."
"I just want to slip it between the crack in your ass. I don't have to stuff it up there."
"Well, you'd better not, baby," she told him, "because I don't dig that."
He went on thrusting away and she was more and more excited every moment.
"Oh, wow, that's nice. Keep that backfield in motion."
"Like this," she said, grinding her ass around.
"Oh, that feels good between the pillows of your ass," he said.
He kept this up a moment or two and shot another load.
"You shoot as many times as Dillinger used to," she laughed.
"I guess that's true," he smiled, "only I don't kill anybody. I just give them a good time."
"You can say that again," she said, as she felt her mound moistening.
When he had finished this time he got up from the treatment table and went to take a shower. He didn't have much time for conversation.
"You're going to be well paid for this, honey," he said. "I always leave a hundred and a little tip."
She smiled, "A tip?"
He tucked a ten in her pussy slit and smiled.
"Take that out of there," she said. "Money is unsanitary."
"Baby," he said, "with all the use your pussy gets it's unsanitary too."
"Now is that a nice thing to say?" she demanded.
"Well, I'm not a very nice man," he chuckled.
After he had gone, Steve came in.
"Well, we credit you with 50 and now I want you to split the ten."
"Split the ten," she demanded, "what are you talking about?"
"I know how much he gives. That bastard always tips ten. Five belongs to me."
"What did you do to earn it?"
"I had to recruit this clientele," he said.
"Well, it isn't very difficult when you have a lot of nice women here," she said.
"It still takes time to locate the men who come here."
"Alright, here's your ten. I want five back."
"Naturally."
Peeling off a wad of bills that made her eyes bulge he picked up the ten and slipped her a five.
"Thanks Mr. Generosity," she said. "Easy does it," he told her, "I don't take any crap from anybody. Especially not you chicks.
You're the luckiest chicks in the world. A lot of chicks are grinding their ass out for $10 or $15 a day. You should see what it's like in some other countries."
"It's inflation here," she said, "and a hundred bucks doesn't go as far as it used to."
"Yeah," he told her, "but the prices for pussy are inflated too."
Peggy began wishing she had never become involved with such an organization. She thought her husband was much better to her than she had ever given him credit for being. She was starting to feel guilty, but there was nothing she could do about her guilt feelings for she had made her decision. She was going to be a masseuse come hell or high water. This mattered to her a lot.
She thought she could go for help to someone. She called her girlfriend up and figured she could get some consolation. However, all she got was her answering service telling her she wasn't in. Then she finally went home. When she got there, Howard was disgusted.
"I don't like coming home and not finding you here," he complained.
"There are plenty of TV dinners in the refrigerator," she said.
"What if I don't want to eat a TV dinner," he told her.
"That's tough, isn't it?"
She was beginning to feel her oats now that she was bringing home the bacon. She went into the bedroom and was undressing. When she peeled off her clothes her husband looked at her eagerly. The last thing on earth she wanted was more action.
"Are you ready for some fun, baby?" he smiled. "No, darling," she said, "I'm not ready for any fun."
"Oh, don't be cruel," he said, "you know you have your marital obligations."
"Sure I do," she said, "and that's why I'm being fair to myself as well as you. I have a right to decide if I want to do something sexually or not."
"Sure you do, baby," he said, "but my balls are itching."
"Scratch them," she said.
"You frigid bitch," he snapped.
"Is that a nice thing to say?"
"I didn't say it was nice," he said.
"Now, hang in there, honey," she said, "maybe tomorrow I'll feel better."
"Big deal," he said angrily, "and what do I do tonight?"
"What's your hand for, honey?" she smiled. "Well, that's why I got married," he said. "I got tired of using my hand. It began to ache from so much exercise."
"I can believe that," she said, "and my pussy muscles ache from all the action that you want to give it."
"Now, baby," he said, "don't talk dirty."
"I'm not talking dirty," she said, "I'm just calling an ace an ace, and a spade a spade."
As he listened to his wife talk he became aware of how difficult his wife could be. He reached over and lightly touched her. He was surprised at her response. She hauled off and socked him.
"Honey," he said, "that's no way to react."
"Didn't you get the message?" she said.
"I guess I didn't," he said. "I think we ought to head for the divorce court."
"That's a walk I'd like to take," she said.
"Well, if this keeps up, we'll be there."
"Is that a promise," she demanded.
"I'll give you my word."
As she lay there she heard him pumping his meat.
"Don't vibrate the bed," she complained. "Well, aren't you the bitch," he complained. "That's not my name," she said. "My name is Peggy."
"Oh, no," he said, jumping out of the bed and continuing to pump, "your name is Peggy Bitch. Now Peggy Bitch watch me."
He pumped away unmercifully and then she saw a stream of hot, white juice spurting across the bed.
"That's nice," she said, "get all the bedclothes sticky."
"Oh, you're being impossible," he said.
"I am not," she complained.
Finally it was over and she got to go to sleep. She was grateful that she could get some sleep at last. However, her sleep was disturbed and troubled because her husband was rolling around in the bed and talking in his sleep. He was saying some pretty bad words and when she heard him call her a bitch in one dream he was having, she woke him up.
"If you don't quit calling me a bitch in your sleep," she said, "I'm going to divorce you."
"I wish you would," he told her. "It would save me the expense of going to an attorney."
"Oh, you're a wonderful man," she said. "You really are."
"Well, you're a dizzy dame," he told her, "wanting to work at one of those massage parlors. If you don't stop it, I will divorce you."
CHAPTER FOUR
Peggy knew that she had to talk her problem over with someone and she decided that she would. She couldn't think of anyone better to discuss her problem with than her older sister, Kate. She went over to Kate's place and Kate greeted her over coffee.
"You must be in some real predicament, baby," she told her, "to call me up and ask if you could come over in half an hour."
"I am in a miserable predicament," she admitted.
"What is it, darling," Kate said. "Is your coffee alright?"
"Oh, yes," she said, "it's alright."
For a moment Peggy found it difficult to find words to tell her problem.
"What is it?" she asked. "Has your husband stepped out on you?"
"No, that isn't it," she said, still hesitating.
"Peggy," she reminded her, "I can't help you unless you let me. Why don't you talk to me."
"Alright," she said, "I'll talk to you."
Once more Peggy hesitated, then she blurted it out.
"I guess I'm not much of a wife," she said, "because I've been stepping out on my husband."
"Oh, no," she gasped. "Why?"
"I'll tell you why," she said.
"Go ahead," she said, "tell me."
"I just got sick and tired of having no money. I got bored with the life and I wanted a little action."
"Yes," she said, "I can understand that but why do you have to play around?"
"I got a job at a massage parlor," she said, "and at first I thought it was on the up and up. But soon as the men began coming into the place I realized it was a hooker operation."
"Why didn't you stop right away?" her sister Kate demanded.
"I'll tell you why," she said, "because I enjoyed it too much to stop."
"Oh, no," Kate said. "You don't mean to tell me you could enjoy carrying on with a series of men?"
"Yes," Peggy said, "I did enjoy it. Each man was different. Each lover knew how to do it in a different manner. I loved it."
"But you're not supposed to love such things," she said.
"I know," she admitted, "but I just couldn't help it. It really was a sensational feeling to get the kind of action that I got."
"What are you talking about?"
"Well, every man apparently has a different design on screwing," Peggy explained.
Kate stopped her for a moment.
"First you want me to talk and then you don't want me to. Can I talk or not?"
"I just never heard a woman go on like this," Kate said. "Remember, after all dear, we were from a religious, puritanical background. And to speak of sex the way you were speaking of it is rather revolting."
"Is it really?" Peggy asked her.
"Of course it is. You don't discuss doing these intimate things like there was nothing to it."
"Well, I do," she said, "I'm sorry. I look at it a lot differently than you do apparently."
"Apparently," she said.
The more she talked the more upset she became.
"Now, come on, baby," she said, "I want to know more about this."
"Alright," she said, "I will clue you in."
As she continued talked she became more and more aware of what the situation was.
"Go ahead," she said, "I can take it now. It won't be easy to the raw, blunt truth."
"Alright," she said, "I'll tell you what I've discovered. Men love the most intimate possible sexual connections. They want their genitals connecting with your mouth. They love it when I slip my mouth over their cocks."
"Dear me," Kate said nervously. "You don't mean to tell me that you were going down on them?"
"Not only that," she said, "they insist on going down on me."
"Well, I've heard about people doing those twisted things," she said "but I've never talked to anyone who had. You ought to be ashamed of yourself."
"I know," Peggy assured. "I know I should be ashamed of myself. The worst part about it, baby, is that I'm not."
"How awful," she added. "I really don't know what to do about you."
Kate finally suggested something for her.
"I've got a good idea and I'll tell you what it is."
"Go ahead," Peggy told her. "I must know."
"There are two places I could take you. One is the preacher. If I went to him I would be so ashamed to reveal what you have done that I would feel ill. The other person is a great man at hypnotism."
"Hypnotism?" she asked curiously, "why should I go to a hypnotist?"
"I'll tell you why," she said. "A hypnotist would put you on the right track."
"But that's just it," Peggy explained. "I'm enjoying what I'm doing."
"I know you think you are enjoying it," Kate told her, "but you really aren't. It's a false sort of pleasure you're deriving from these acts."
"I'm not sure if it is or not," Peggy said frankly. "Did it ever occur to you, Kate, that some women were meant to do this?"
"Meant to do what?" she asked.
"Meant to service men sexually," she explained.
"A frightful thought," she said. "Certainly we must mean more than being a sex playmate for somebody."
"It's much more than that," Peggy explained "Every man wants this particular kind of fulfillment."
"I don't understand what you're talking about," she said.
"Well, I'll tell you," she said. "The body builds up every so many days to the point where it needs this form of expression. It's the most natural thing in the world for a man to express himself sexually. However, every man isn't married. Even if he is married the monotony of one woman gets to him."
"You realize you're on the devil's ground when you talk that way," Kate said sarcastically.
"How do you know that," she said. "Since when have you had a map of what constitutes God's ground and the devil's ground?"
"That's not hard to tell," Kate said. "Infidelity is the devil's ground and purity and fidelity is God's ground."
"You make morality seem apple pie simple," she said.
"It is as far as I'm concerned," she said. "There is nothing complicated to my husband, Dave is loyal to me."
"Oh, don't be so sure, Kate," Peggy laughed. "Dave made a pass at me."
"Did you pick him up on it?" she asked eagerly.
"No," Peggy assured her. "I would never be disloyal to my own sister."
"Well, you can never tell," she said, "not with what's happening these days."
Realizing how her sister looked at her conduct upset her. Yet, she tried to remain calm.
"Baby," she said, "if you were good in the sexual department you would be doing God's will. Perhaps your faith in God, yourself and your family, by giving your husband dull routine sex would be right."
"Well," Kate exclaimed, "if you mean that I've got to go down on him, you've got another think coming. I wouldn't do a dirty thing like that."
"I'm sure you wouldn't," Peggy told her. "That's why he's probably going somewhere else to get a little more inspired sex. Remember monotony can set in sex like anything else. Would you cook the same meal for your husband every night? I ask you, do you screw him the same way every night?"
"What my husband and I do in bed is our business."
"Is it?" Peggy asked her frankly.
"Of course it is," she said, "whose business is it if it isn't ours?"
"Well, I look at it this way, honey," she said eagerly, "if you were a little better at sex he would have a good time. Why don't you wear some beautiful clothes?"
"My clothes are alright," she insisted. "I don't believe in dressing sexy."
"That is the understatement of the year," Peggy laughed.
"Are you making fun of me?" she demanded.
"Why no," Peggy assured her. "I think you are making yourself simply absurd. You are refusing to give your husband the love and adoration he needs."
"Let me take care of Dave myself," she said. "I know how to handle him."
"I'll bet you don't handle him at all," she laughed.
"Did you ever jerk for him?"
"Why that's a despicable act," Kate said. "I would never do such a thing as that."
"Well, if you would do a few of these things," she told her, "maybe you would have a happy home."
"A happy home doesn't mean a sexually disgusting home."
"I think I had better leave now, Kate," Peggy told her. "I have to go to work."
"Work," she smiled smugly. "You call that work. I call it going to the dogs."
"Alright honey," she said, "call it what you will. I perform a needed service. They know what they are getting into and so do I and I'm not ashamed."
"Won't you listen to me?" Kate implored her. "Won't you please go to this hypnotist? He will help get rid of your problems. You've a hangup that he could discover."
"So I have a hangup now," she laughed.
"You do, darling," she insisted. "Won't you please go to him?"
She said it with such force that it did prompt Peggy to reconsider her viewpoint.
"Alright," she told her, "if it means that much to you, I'll go."
She got the name of the hypnotist and she thought that the following day she would go. That evening at the massage parlor there wasn't any action.
"Monday night is a bum night," Steve told her, "nothing happens here."
"I can see that," she said, "I've given the regular rubdowns. I know what you mean. It is expensive when you don't make any extra."
"That's the way it is."
She shrugged and went home. This evening her husband had set up a daybed in the living room.
"Well," she laughed, "you're going to sleep in another room now."
"Yes," her husband replied quietly, "it's better that way. I really don't care to get involved with a promiscuous woman."
"You don't know that I'm promiscuous," she said, "and until you can prove it, don't talk that way."
The moment she mouthed the words proof, that set wheels moving in his mind. He decided that he would get the proof on her and use it against her in a divorce case.
Slipping off to her bedroom, she got a call.
"Hello," she said.
"Peggy," a voice said, "you're home?"
"Yes," she said, "and what in the hell are you doing calling me at this hour of night?"
"I couldn't help it honey," she told her. "I felt so bad I had to talk to you."
"Go ahead and talk."
"Will you please go to that hypnotist? He'll do you a world of good."
"Alright," she promised her sister. "I'll go tomorrow."
After a few more words she hung up and went to sleep. She slept soundly as she was exhausted from all the mental traumas she had been through with her sister, to say nothing of her husband.
The next day in the afternoon she had her appointment to see Mark Smith, hypnotist at 4 P.M. When she went into his office she couldn't help but notice what a sharp looking place he had. Apparently he is doing well, she thought to herself.
"Good afternoon," Mark Smith smiled.
"Good afternoon," Peggy said. "My sister has spoken so well of you that I decided to visit you too."
"Yes," he said, "Kate is a very charming girl.
I was so happy to help her."
"Well, I'm sure you did," she said, "because she has nothing but praise for you."
"How do we go about this," she asked.
"First," he told her, "I would enjoy having you go under hypnosis, then we could go back to your childhood and see what past problems are there."
"I don't think I have any problems of the past," she said. "I only have them in the present."
"Honey," he told her, "the present is related to the past."
"How do you mean?" she demanded.
"Well, I'll put it this way," he said. "Traumas that you feel today were produced yesterday. It's a strange thing but it's a syndrome."
"It does all sound very strange," she assured him.
"However," he told her, "if you will do your best to follow my instructions, you'll soon know what I mean."
"What are your instructions?" she asked him.
"Well, the first thing you do is lie over there on that couch."
"Can I trust you?" she smiled.
"After all," he said, "I am a professional."
"A professional what?" she laughed.
"Take it easy," he told her, "you are attacking my ego and I don't like women who attack my ego."
"Tell me, Mark," she laughed, "what kind of women do you like?"
"Women who don't cause me a lot of problems," he said.
"I will try and not cause you any problems," she said, "but I just want you to realize that I don't believe all this hypnotism crap. It's my sister who wanted me to come here."
"You are free to leave anytime you want to," he assured her.
"Alright," she said, "I will."
As she got to her feet, Mark got a good look at her body. He admired her shape and actually curious to know what she had on her mind.
"I'm sorry if I was abrupt," he told her.
Peggy turned around. She looked in Mark's eyes and she melted. She could tell that he was turned on with her and that always reached her.
"Would you like me to put you under now?" he asked.
"Yes," she answered, "if you want to."
"I want to," he replied.
"Now just lie there," Mark said eagerly, as she lay down and arranged her body to the best advantage.
"You know you're a remarkably beautiful woman," he smiled. "Am I?" she asked softly.
"I'd say you were," he said.
Now he had her where he wanted her, in the palm of his hand. He had flattered her and she took to flattery easily.
"Now," he said, "let's go back. Let's go back to when you were a little girl. You are 5 years old and it's a beautiful world."
"What is your name?"
Peggy faked it and decided she would give him something he would never forget.
"I am Peggy," she said awkwardly, "and I am just going to school. I'm entering kindergarten."
"Peggy," he said, "do you like school?"
"Oh, yes," she said, "because I get to meet a lot of little girls and boys."
"Ah," he said eagerly, "what do you know about little boys?"
"Well, I know they've got something interesting between their legs."
"What is that, Peggy?" he questioned.
"That is a cock," she said quickly.
"Oh, so that's what they've got?"
"Yes," she said, "and it fits into little girls."
"Did any little boy fit it into you Peggy?" he demanded.
"Oh, yes the boy next door," she said. "Basil and I were playing doctor one day and he wanted to slip it to me and he did."
"Ah," Mark continued, "so you had a sexual relation with a little boy?"
"Ah yes," she replied dramatically, "and I loved it. Every inch of it but there wasn't enough. Just a couple of inches."
"Oh, that's too bad," he said. "Now let's go on to another stage in your life. How about 14."
"Oh, I'm getting ready for a dance at junior high."
"Are you a good girl, Peggy?" he asked her.
"All the boys think I'm good at it," she smiled.
"Tell me what little boys," he demanded.
"The boys in the gang bang," Peggy told him. "You know there was David, Marvin and Billy. One after the other. They did a good job."
"What did you like best about it?" he demanded.
"I'd like the climax best," she said. "I enjoyed it when they would shoot their little guns off in me."
"How long were these guns?" he demanded.
"Well, I didn't measure," she said, "but I'd say 5 or 6 inches."
"Things are getting bigger and better all the time, Peggy," he chuckled.
"Oh, yes, Peggy said, "I'm really growing up."
"Now let's move forward to 18, Peggy," he told her. "What happened then?"
"Plenty," she told him. "I began taking on kids from college."
"I see," he said, "you went to college."
"Yes," she said, "I worked my way through college."
"On your back?"
"Yes," she said, "isn't that the easiest way?"
Now he was getting such a hard-on looking at her he was going out of his gourd.
"Now let's come to the present," he smiled. "What have you been doing lately?"
"Sexually speaking?" she asked, still pretending she was under his spell.
"Yes," he said eagerly, "sexually speaking."
"Well," she smiled, "I'll tell you. I've been having a real ball. I've been working as a masseuse."
"Ah," he said, "are you good at it?"
"You wouldn't believe it," she said, "how good I am."
"Do you find satisfaction giving a man a massage?"
"You bet your ass I do," Peggy said grinning.
"How would you like to massage me right now?" he asked eagerly.
"I would consider it an honor," she smiled.
"So would my body," he said, catching himself before he said ass.
"Alright," he said, "I'll just take off my clothes, Peggy, and lie over there."
She nodded and smiled. Soon Mark was removing his garments. As he took off his garments, she smiled. He had a muscular chest and she was anxious to see his legs. She was not disappointed as she saw him slip out of his pants, for he had strong, muscular legs. Then she got a load of his crotch. There was an enormous penis bulging.
"Oh, wow!" she smiled, "you sure are well equipped."
"I suppose I'm expected to take off everything for this massage," he grinned.
"Everything," she said, "right down to your skin."
"I would love that," he told her.
Soon he peeled off his shorts and revealed to her his enormous penis. It flipped up and she got off her couch and went over to it. She reached out and gripped it. She squeezed it playfully.
"How does that feel honey?" she asked.
"That feels like more," he said.
"It'll be a pleasure treasure," she told him.
Now he was really excited and he was playing with her.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "do I ever love that. Oh, yes, baby, I love that."
Her hands were all over him now as she played with his balls.
"Do you stroke it?" he smiled at her.
"You bet I do," she told him. Now she was more and more stimulated. "Keep that up," he told her. "Oh, yes, keep that up."
The pleasure was increasing every moment. Now he was eager for his massage.
"Let's see how you give those massages," he smiled.
She told him how to stretch out for her.
"On your tummy," she smiled.
He got on his stomach and then her hands began working up and down his spine. He loved the feeling of it as she worked up and down his spinal cord.
"That feels tremendous," he said, "Oh, yes, keep that up."
Then she got down there by his buttocks and he put his hands on himself and said, "Don't forget to rub down here, honey."
"Sure," she said.
Soon she was moving down there and her fingers were pressing all around his prostate gland.
"Oh, wow," he panted, "I sure dig that. Keep that going."
The pleasure was mounting every moment.
"Keep that up," he told her.
Every moment he was becoming more and more intensely excited.
"That's the way I like it," he told her. "Oh, yes, baby, do it."
The super sensations that were going through her had her trembling with emotion and pleasure.
"Come on, baby," he told her. "That's the way I like it."
The pleasure mounted every second now as she did her thing.
"Oh, yes," he told her, "that's beautiful. Feel all around the ass. Don't be bashful."
"Don't worry," Peggy told him, "I enjoy this too."
"You're a wonderful woman, Peggy," he confided. "I just wish that all women enjoyed life and sex as much as you."
"I'm glad they don't," she chuckled. "Peggy wouldn't be in such great demand."
"You have a point there," he told her.
Now she was reaching back of his balls. The pleasure was mounting every second.
"Oh, yes," he told her, "that's what I like. Keep that going."
The supercharged sensations were flipping her out.
"Come on, honey," he told her, "that's what I like. Oh, yes, do me."
Bending over she kissed his asscheeks. Then he slowly threw his legs around her neck.
"Go down on it, baby," he said. "If you've been doing this since high school, honey, you should have a good background."
"Not bad, baby," she assured him.
Soon, she had the tool in her mouth and was doing things to the head of it.
"I wish you'd work from the balls upward, baby," he said. "That always feels good to me."
She went down there and let her tongue lash away at his testicles. He loved the sensations.
"Oh, yes, baby," he told her, "I dig that."
The pleasure was mounting every second and she could hardly stand it.
"Keep it up, honey," he told her. "Oh, yes, keep it up."
The super sensations surged through her body. She was trembling with passion, lust and desire.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "lick it. That's it, lash it with your tongue."
She licked it with her tongue and the sensations were almost more than she was able to stand.
"Keep it up, honey," he begged her. "Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes, that's what I like. Oh, honey, keep it going."
It seemed as if the sensations would never stop.
"Oh, honey," he told her, "that's too much. Grab it and mouth it."
She grabbed Mark's cock and slid her mouth smoothly over the head of the shaft. Then she fastened her lips over it tightly.
"Keep it up, honey," he told her, "yes, like that. All the way."
She kept her mouth moving up and down the shaft and he was more and more stimulated every second.
"Yes, baby," he told her, "that's what I like. Faster, baby, faster. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes, that's the way."
The sensations were building every moment now as she went to town.
"Eat me," he cried. "Eat me. Play with my balls while you're doing it."
Her hands were toying with his testicles while she went up and down on his rock-hard cock.
"Oh, baby," he cried eagerly, "you don't know how I love it. Oh, honey, I enjoy it."
The super sensations were creating a climax within, even though she wasn't getting any action down there. The psychological thrills of ministering to his sexual needs were accomplishing the same thing as if a penis or a tongue were slipping inside of her. "Eat it," he almost hissed. "Eat it, baby, eat that great big cock. Oh, yes, it's good for you. Come on, baby, eat it."
Passionately he begged to have her do him. And she did him.
"Gobble it," he begged. "That's what I want.
Oh, yes, honey, do it."
The super sensations that surfed through her body at this time were increasing with every thrust.
"Keep it up," he told her. "Oh, c. yes, baby. Yes, baby, that's the way I like it."
Now he was dizzy with delight as the sensations continued.
"Keep it up," he begged her. "Yes, baby, yes. Keep it up faster. Faster, love, faster."
Now the moment of truth had arrived. He would juice any moment now.
"Oh, yes," he gasped eagerly, "that is wild. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes. I love it. I can't stand it."
The passionate explosion wasn't far off as she felt some juice dripping from the head of his shaft.
"Oh, wow," he panted, "that's what I like. Oh, yes, baby, yes. That's the way to do it."
It wasn't going to be much longer before it was over.
"Oh, yes," he cried, "I want that."
He jabbed it to the back of her throat and held her in place so she would keep up the fantastic time he was having thrusting it to her.
"Eat it," he cried eagerly, "eat it baby."
The penis exploded in her mouth. A stream of sticky white juice shot into her mouth.
"Come on," he told her, "gulp that love juice."
She gulped it eagerly and he was delighted.
"Oh, wow," he panted, "that's what I dig. Keep it going, baby. Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's what I like. All the way."
It seemed as if the sensations would never end. She loved it.
"Oh, beautiful," he said, "I haven't shot like this in ages. You sure brought me there, honey."
She gripped his asscheeks and held on tightly as her mouth fastened over his shaft. She was bringing more juice out of his cock than he had released in a long time and he knew it.
"You really know how to make a man happy, honey," he told her. "You sure do, baby."
She was delighted and excited.
Moving her mouth off him slowly she looked at him with a smile on her face.
"How much are you going to charge me for this session?" she grinned.
"Honey," he said, "if any charging is done, it's me paying you."
"Well," she confided, "just so you put my sister Kate's mind at ease."
"Oh, I'll tell her anything you want me to," he laughed.
"Kate," she told him, "is a frigid woman. She can't let her pussy catch on fire and I don't think any woman is any good unless she can."
"Frankly I don't either," he said, "why don't you move it up here?"
She moved up quickly so soon her muff was at his mouth.
"Lash it, lover," she smiled, as she grabbed his head and guided him when his tongue thrust into her.
"Oh, Mark, baby," she cried eagerly, "that's what I like. Stab it in there. Lick it. Faster, baby. Now you're doing it. All the way. Oh, lover, keep it up. Keep that going. Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's what I want. That's what I need. Keep it going!"
The super sensations that were surging through her now had her trembling with emotion and desire.
"Oh, wow!" she panted. "That's what I like."
Reaching up he played with her bosoms one minute and then moved his hands down to her buttocks the next. This alternating action of his hot hands massaging her asscheeks one moment, the bosoms the next really turned her on.
"What a lover, Mark," she said. "You are a first-rate pussy eater."
This made Marie happy and he kept his face buried there. He didn't close his eyes for he was too delighted with the sight he saw. He wanted to see her pubic hair. He wanted to watch her wiggle her ass about.
"Eat that pussy," she cried eagerly. "Eat it. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes. Faster, baby, stab that tongue in there. Love it. Lash it. Get my love button, baby."
He was getting more and more excited. The pleasure he was deriving from this sex act was more than he could stand.
"Oh, baby," he gasped excitedly, "you don't know how much I like this."
She pressed her muff back to his mouth and he nibbled her clitoris. As he nibbled she gushed.
"Oh, wow!" she panted, as she gripped his head and held him tightly there. "Oh, lover, that's what I like. You are too much."
The pleasure that she was deriving from this activity really got to her.
"This is too much," she sighed ecstatically. "I love it. Oh, yes, baby, I love it."
There was no doubt about it he was really enjoying it, and so was she. The passionate pleasure that pulled them together was not tearing them apart at this moment for the tongue connected to her excitingly, and went on jabbing.
"Love you, darling," he panted. "You're too much."
"So are you, baby," she said.
She moved off him and let his tongue slip out. She patted him gently on the stomach and smiled at him.
"How many women do you make this way, Mark?" she smiled.
"This is therapy, honey," he said. "That's the way I look at it."
"You old fucker you," she smiled.
"A lot of women need a lot of loving," he said, "and I'm just the man to do it."
"Are you a professional hypnotist really?" she smiled.
"If you want to know a great big fat secret," he shook his head and said, "no."
"I didn't think you were," she smiled.
"When did you suspect?" he chuckled.
"After about 5 minutes in the room," she said.
"What made you suspicious?" Mark asked curiously.
"That phony diploma over there," she said. "I ordered one of those from that same school. It's the Brooklawn School located in Sheba, Oklahoma. You know how big Sheba is?"
"No," he said, "I don't."
"Well, I looked it up on a map," she said, "and it has a population of 420 and I guess the only thing they do in Sheba is send out these phony diplomas."
"When did you hear about them being phony?" he asked.
"Oh, anybody knows that," she said. "You can order them for five and ten dollars."
"Well, that's true," he said, "but I didn't know they advertised that much."
"Well I did," she said, "and I thought your hypnotism act was really a riot."
"Then you knew all along," Mark laughed.
"Sure I did," she said, "and I think you're good at what you do. It's funny, I work at a massage place and do the same thing. You work here under a hypnotism front and do the same thing."
"Love is what makes the world go around," he said.
He was dressing now and so was she.
"I've got another customer in about 10 minutes," he said, "and I at least will have to wash my mouth off."
"You'd better wash it out with soap, Mark," she said. "You are a big, bad, dirty man."
He slapped her on the ass and then she left. As she walked away she thought what a hypocritical world it was. She wondered if this was some of the action that Kate got. She doubted it, knowing Kate.
CHAPTER FIVE
When Peggy went home to change her clothes before she went to work at the massage parlor, the phone was ringing.
She hurried to answer it.
"Hello," she began.
"Hi honey," Kate began, "did you go to see Mark?"
"Yes, I did," she said, "and he is a very good hypnotist."
"I hope he's helped you get over that sex hangup you have," she said quickly.
"He's a wonderful man," she said, "and he helped me a lot."
"Good, honey," she said, "can I come over tonight and see you and your husband?"
"I'm going to be tied up tonight," she said.
"Well, then tomorrow night would be just fine," she said.
"Forget it," she said. "I am busy."
"Alright," she said, "I can take a hint."
"It isn't a hint, but I am tied up."
Saying no more she hung up and hastily prepared to go to the massage parlor.
When she got to the massage parlor Steve called her aside.
"Business is awfully slow lately," he complained.
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," she said.
"So am I," he informed her. "We're reduced to taking quickie blow jobs and that isn't good business. One has to work on volume."
"That's too bad," she said.
"Yes it is," he agreed, "but there isn't a thing I can do about it."
"Alright," she agreed.
Now she had a pretty good idea of what was expected of her, even though it was a difficult situation she determined that she would make the most of it.
She went into the room and was a little bit surprised to find a man already stretched out and waiting for her.
"I suppose you want to have a massage?" she said.
"That is the general idea," he smiled.
"Very well," she told him, "we'll begin with the back."
The man was on his backside with his cock showing. It was showing rigid and ready.
"Alright," he said rolling over.
Then her hands went up and down his spine.
"Oh, that's just great," he told her.
She worked her fingers up and down his back as she gave him a good massage.
"Oh, that's just great," he told her. "Keep that up. I really like that."
The fingers were pressing down hard now and he was enjoying it more every moment.
"Oh, yes," he told her, "that is wild."
The pleasure was building in her body as she massaged away. She began using some finger movements that he particularly liked. She slipped her hands between the crack in his ass. She rubbed along his prostate and he really dug that.
"Wild," he told her, "that is wild. Keep it up."
The pleasure was increasing now every moment and he was really enjoying it.
"Oh, yes," he told her. "That is beautiful."
Suddenly she could feel him parting his legs and telling her, "Get down there by my balls. I like that."
Getting down there she worked on the balls. Every moment that her fingers played around there he enjoyed it more.
"Yes," he told her, "that is real nice. Keep that up."
The pleasure was increasing in momentum every moment.
"Oh, wow," he panted, "I like that. Keep it going."
She used her fingers in fast movements and every second he was becoming more and more excited.
"Come on, baby," he told her. "That's the way I like it."
The pleasure was building every second and she knew she would have to service him soon.
"Baby," he begged her, "get ready."
Without saying another word he flipped over and displayed his giant-sized cock for her.
"There it is, baby," he told her, "nine long inches. Just pull on it for a minute or two."
She pulled on it the way he asked her to, and she could tell he was becoming more and more excited every minute.
"You like that, huh?" she asked him.
"You bet I do, baby," he said.
The pleasure was building now and she bent over. She let the tip of her tongue lick over the head of his cock.
"Oh, wow," he said, "that feels fantastic."
She continued doing this until he couldn't stand it any longer.
"Oh, keep that up," he begged. "Keep that going."
Now she was so stimulated and so was he that they could hardly stand it.
"Oh, wow," he panted, "that is too much."
The pleasure was building as she moved her mouth farther over the head of it. Suddenly, she slipped her mouth over the head of his shaft and went to town.
"Give it to me," he panted.
She held on tightly while he thrust slowly. She was amazed how long it was and as it glided down her throat she thought she would choke on it. This was more than she had bargained for.
"Oh, yes," he told her excitedly, "that's what I like. Keep it going, baby. Keep it going."
The pleasure was building in momentum now every second, and she knew it wouldn't be much longer until his penis exploded. Nevertheless she wanted to keep it going as long as possible.
"Oh, wow," he panted, "that is too much. Oh, yes, baby, yes."
Suddenly the rock-hard cock exploded in her mouth. She gulped.
"Yes, baby," he gasped, "that's what I wanted. Oh, wow!"
She finished him off and then eased her mouth slowly off him. She remembered what Steve had said about not taking too long with each customer.
Nevertheless she could see that he wanted more. "Oh, baby," he told her, "did I ever enjoy that!"
"I'm glad that you did," she said, "but that was it."
She didn't volunteer any more sex. "Hey baby," he said, "let's have some more fun."
"You've had enough fun," she told him.
He got the point and gave her some more money. As she looked at the paltry twenty she realized this was a far cry from the hundred dollar nights. She thanked him and he left. Then she was ready for some more. Another customer came in and he was a sturdy young man who looked as if he was some kind of athlete.
"How do you do," he grinned at her.
"Not bad," she said. "You look like you want a nice treatment. Is that right?"
"You bet I do," he said, "a real juicy one."
He laid down on the bed and she reached for his cock. She stroked it gently and he smiled.
"Aren't you going to give me the massage first?" he teased
"Sure, lover," she said, "you like that?"
"I'll tell you what I really like," he said, "I like the oil treatment."
"What's that? she asked him.
"Oh, you'd be surprised," he smiled.
"No," she told him, "I'm serious. What's the oil treatment?"
"Well, I'll tell you what it is," he chuckled. "It's when you take all of your clothes off and put oil all over your body. Then you give me a rub down with your naked body. The excitement happens, baby, when I feel those soft bosoms on my ass. I love to feel them pressing down."
"Well, very good," she said, "I'll give you that if you want it."
Now she began undressing. She remembered what Steve had told her about undressing slowly. She remembered that he explained that many men got their kicks by watching a woman undress slowly, and so she took her time. "You like that?" she said. "You bet I do," he said. "Just keep doing that, baby, take all those clothes off. I want to see every ounce of you."
Slowly she pulled her panties off and as she revealed her naked mound to him he became more and more stimulated.
"Oh, yes, baby," he smiled, "that's what I call a real nice pussy."
She was happy that he enjoyed it so much and she vowed that she was going to give him a real treatment. Maybe, she thought she could have him asking for more if she gave him the kind of kicks that he wanted. Suddenly, she was stark naked. As he looked at her naked bosoms and watched her beautiful mound moisten, he got more and more stimulated.
"You are a remarkable woman," he exclaimed.
"You flatter me," she said quietly.
"Oh, no," he said, "it's the truth. You really are super."
"You're just horny tonight, honey," she said. "Now baby, you wanted the quickie blow job I suppose?"
"Well, I guess that's all I can afford," he said. "Well, of course," she said. "I don't want you to go in over your head."
"Right on," he chuckled.
Now she was working on him and she was determined that she was going to get him where she wanted him.
"Baby," she smiled, "I want to ask you something."
"Sure," he told her, "what?"
"I want to ask you if you want to eat my pussy?"
"I don't know as I can afford that," he admitted.
"Oh, don't worry about money, now we could take care of that later."
Hastily she poured the oil over herself. Now he was really turned on.
"Oh, wow!" he explained, "do you ever look good."
She went on massaging the oil on her body and then she looked at him.
"You should be oily too," she said.
Going over to him she began pouring oil all over him. This really got him excited. Now he was ready.
"I'm going to start giving you a workup with my body," she said.
She straddled him and pressed her breasts down over his back. Then she kept moving down his body until she came to his buttocks. She crushed her bosoms over his buttocks and he loved the sensation.
"Oh, that's great," he said. "Your breasts on my butt feel fantastic."
She continued crushing her breasts over his buttocks and he pushed his asscheeks upward. At that point she used her fingers effectively. Reaching between his asscrack, she began massaging his prostate.
"Oh, that's great," he told her. "That's just great."
The pleasure was building every second and he was enjoying it more and more. She could feel him pressing against the massage table.
"Come on, baby," he told her, "keep doing it. That's it."
The pleasure was building and she was eager for it.
"Keep it up," he begged her. "Now you're doing it. Oh, I like that."
Soon she was licking the oil off his ass.
"Oh, I like that," he told her. "That's fantastic."
Suddenly, he wanted to flip over.
"Baby," he said, "I'm ready."
Flipping over she felt his huge cock. She applied some oil on it and then she pulled it up and down quickly.
"Oh, yes," he told her, "that feels great."
Faster and faster now she was pulling on it. He loved it more every moment.
"Keep that up," he told her. "Keep it up."
Finally it became so exciting that he could hardly stand it.
"Oh, yes," he told her, "faster."
She began manipulating his balls as she played with his cock.
"Keep that up," he told her. "Yes, that's the way."
Now he was so stimulated he could hardly wait to stab his rock-hard cock in her.
"Oh, Peggy, baby," he told her, "I want a mouth job."
"You're going to get one, honey," she said. "Don't you worry."
"I can hardly wait," he told her, "you are too much."
The moment that he was waiting for so eagerly was coming closer and closer to realization.
"That's it, baby," he told her. "Grab it. Lick it. Eat it."
Grabbing it eagerly she bent over. Then she let her mouth swiftly slip over the head of it and went to town.
"Do it," he begged. "Eat it."
She moved over it and then went to town. Up and down she went as she fingered his balls and slid a finger up his asshole. He loved the sensation.
"Yes," he begged, "that's what I need. Keep it un, baby. Keep it going."
The pleasure was building more rapidly now. He could hardly stand it as she continued.
"Oh, wow!" he panted. "That's what I like. Keep it going. Keep it going."
The sensations were building every moment and soon he knew that he would be there.
"Come on, baby," he told her, "that's beautiful. Yes, baby, oh, wow."
Reaching out, his hands gripped her head. Then he slammed her down over his cock roughly. She felt the head of his shaft slipping down to the back of her throat. Momentarily she thought she would gag. She was breathing through her nose and as he saw what difficulty she was having doing it his pleasure increased. The perversity of the act appealed to him.
"Oh, yes, baby, yes," he told her. "I love that. Keep it going, baby, keep it going."
The sensations seemed as if they would never end.
"Love me," he begged. "Love me."
She went on pumping her finger up his tight anus and he was getting more pleasure every second.
"Yes," he told her, "keep it going. That's what I want. Oh, ah, yes, yes. Keep it going."
Now she pulled her finger out of his asshole and gripped his asscheeks. She held on tightly while he went on thrusting.
"Oh, wow," he panted, "this is too much. Oh, baby, I can hardly stand it."
The hot penis exploded in her mouth and she gulped.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "this is it. Gobble it."
Quickly she gobbled him down. As she swallowed his sperm she could tell he was going out of his mind with delight. He threw his legs around her locking them tightly.
"Oh, wow!" he panted. "This is too much."
The sensations that she was enjoying now had created so much pleasure in her body, that she could hardly stand it.
"Oh, yes," he panted, "you are a groovy girl. You know how to give a man a mouth job."
Indeed she did know how to give a good mouth job and he appreciated it enormously.
"Baby," he told her, "I enjoyed this so much."
"I'm glad you did," she told him sliding off.
He looked at her now and his cock was still rigid.
"How would you like it if I slid up and down on it?" she said, trying to generate some business.
"I would like that fine," he said, "and we wouldn't have to tell Steve. He would probably want about 25 or 30 bucks more."
"It would be worth it," she said smoothly.
"Well, I don't know," he said.
Reaching down she began fingering his balls. As she felt his testicles, he began deciding that it might be worth it.
"Well, you've got a good point there," he said. "Yes, maybe, maybe you're right."
"Sure I'm right," she told him.
Finally he made his decision. He suggested slyly, "I would dig having you slide down over my cock. You could grip it in your pussy, and give me a wild workup."
"My pleasure," she said.
Grabbing his shaft she slid her pussy down over it. She gripped it tightly, massaging it vigorously.
"Oh, yes," he told her, "that is beautiful. Keep it up, baby. Keep it up."
He was enjoying it enormously and so was she.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "I dig that."
She was using snapping pussy movements that she had learned from her many fucks and it was producing fine results.
Bending over she brushed her breasts over his face, he loved it and started licking them quickly.
"That's what I dig," he told her. "Yes, baby, I really dig that."
She was delighted that she could give him so many super sensations. Certainly the oily breasts brushing across the face generated excitement in his body.
"Keep it up," he begged her, "keep it going."
She kept it going alright and he loved it.
"Come on," he told her, "that's what I want. Oh, baby, do it!"
The super sensations that were surging through him now were really getting to him.
"Oh, baby," he told her. "Keep that up. Keep loving me. I need that."
It seemed as if the sensations would never end. Every moment he was becoming more and more stimulated.
"Oh, I like that," he told her, "keep fucking."
She kept fucking alright, and every second he enjoyed it more. Now he was playing with her breasts, and as he manipulated her breasts she became more and more excited.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "I love that. Keep going."
The super sensations that flooded through his being had him trembling.
"Fuck it!" he panted. "Fuck, baby, fuck."
She vigorously moved around him now and he gripped her asscheeks to hold her in place.
"That's it," he told her, "twist your ass around, honey."
She knew that he was being thrilled at this point. This sensation thrilled her no end.
"Hey, baby," he told her, "that's too much."
It was only a second or more later before he exploded in her vagina. She ground her hips around to get him all the way.
"Oh, honey," he told her, "that's the way I like it. Now you're fucking. Fuck, baby, fuck!"
The super sensations were building to a fantastic climax.
"Yes, baby," he told her, "that's what I like. Oh, yes!"
Now, he was shooting in a steady stream. Instantly, she felt herself starting to climax too. "I made it," he told her. "I made it."
"So did I," she told him. This pleasure was the greatest he had had with any girl at the massage parlor, and he wasn't afraid to tell Steve about it as he left.
She heard about it moments later when Steve came in to congratulate her.
"You really made that guy happy," he smiled. "Well, I'm glad to hear that," she told him. "You should be," he assured her. Now that he had given her so many compliments, she suggested a raise.
"Wouldn't you know it," he said, "you would want a raise. Forget it."
She was a little disgusted as she went back to the massage room. Nevertheless she knew that it was pointless to get angry at him. He was the boss in spite of the fact that she didn't care for him very much. As she went back to her job she had time to do a lot of thinking for there was a lull in the business. One of the other girls who was giving massages stepped in.
"Hi, honey," she said, "I'm Laura. I guess you're Peggy?"
"That's right," she told her. "Isn't it awful when business gets as dull as this?"
"Yes, it is," she said.
"I wonder why business is so slow," she said. "I don't know," she said, "it runs in cycles."
"In cycles?" she asked.
"Yes," she said, "sometimes it's real slow.
Then it goes real fast. It doesn't make any sense."
"What does in life?" she asked.
"That's a good question," she told her. "Not very much."
"That's the truth," she said.
She wondered whether or not Laura was married.
"Did you want to ask me something, honey?" Laura said, as she lit a cigarette.
"Are you married, Laura?"
"Sure I am," she said, "what's that got to do with this?"
"I just thought that your husband might be uptight over you working at a place like this."
"Uptight," she laughed, "I should say not. He is delighted that I can make some money."
"Well, I'm glad he doesn't care."
"No," she said, "he doesn't care at all. As a matter of fact he will be furious that it was such a slow night. It's a funny thing," she said, "that life is like it is. You know, baby, I always figured that I would be happily married with a bunch of kids. Instead I wind up with a husband who is delighted when I can go out and earn a few bucks peddling my body."
"Could you make more if you worked in a hotel?"
"No, honey," she said, "this is where the action is. You see the trick is for the girls to get acquainted with some sex kook."
"A sex kook?" she asked, "what's that?"
"Don't you know?" she said.
"I have no idea," she replied.
"Well, I'll tell you then," she said. "A sex kook is someone who gets their sex kicks in a most unusual manner. That is someone who can't take it in the regular way. They've got to have it in a very strange manner. There isn't anything wrong with a sex kook, that a good fuck the way he wants it won't cure."
"Tell me some of the kinky things you've done?" Peggy suggested.
"Oh, I would hate to do that, honey," she smiled.
"Why would you hate to do that?" she asked her.
"It would be telling tales out of school," she laughed.
"Go ahead, darling," she said, "I want to know."
"Alright," she said, "there was this cat who I've gone out with who likes me to wear long black stockings and black boots. Then I wear pasties over my breasts. I take a whip and crack it over his ass. He loves that."
"That sounds simply dreadful," she said.
"Oh, it isn't so bad," she smiled.
"It would sound terrible to me."
"Well, I rather enjoy whacking his ass," she said, "he's such a beast I enjoy giving him a hard time."
"But if he considers it a good time," Peggy laughed, "that isn't giving him a hard time."
"When I finish with his ass." Laura said, "it's red. I mean raw."
"Did you ever make him bleed?"
"A couple of times," she said, "and then the bastard made me lick the blood off. I didn't exactly care for that."
"Well, I could understand why," she said quickly, "that is perfectly revolting."
"Men are, generally speaking," Laura said. "Actually I'm getting sour on men. I'm wondering if I should go the les route."
"The what?" she asked quickly.
"You know," she said, "the les trip. I've often wondered about that. Haven't you?"
"I've wondered," she admitted, "but I've never cared to go that route."
"Some girls really dig it," she said. "Have you. ever seen the dyke who works here?"
"I wouldn't know a dyke if I met one," Peggy said.
"Well, just keep your eyes open, and if Betty down the hall ever puts her hand in your pussy you'll know that she's the one I'm referring to."
"So she's hot for women," Peggy said.
"She's nuts about women," she said, "and she keeps a dildo in her place."
"A dildo?" she asked.
"Yes," she said, "one of those perfectly dreadful plastic penises. She straps it on and sometimes does terrible things with men."
"What could she do with a dildo with a man?" she asked.
"Shove it up his asshole," she said casually. "Oh, that is really revolting," she said quickly. "Apparently the men don't think so who want it."
"Well, I would never do that," Peggy said, "and I certainly wouldn't go to a man's house and whip his ass and wear black stockings. That's sick."
"You shouldn't say sick, honey," she said, "maybe they are enjoying themselves."
"I don't know about that," she said. "Maybe they think they are enjoying themselves. Maybe it's a sickness and they don't know it."
"Don't you have a funny way of worming your way around the truth?"
"I'm blunt," she said, "and I'm not trying to worm my way around any truth."
"Oh, yes, you are, honey," she said. "It's perfectly obvious to me what you are trying to do."
"You know, Laura," Peggy said finally, "I have a feeling you're hot for my body. Ever since you've come in here you've been looking at my breasts and glancing down at my mound. Do you dig women?"
"I can take 'em or leave 'em," Laura laughed.
"Well for your information, baby doll," Peggy said, "this is one woman you're going to leave because I'm not interested in that trip."
"I never said I was interested in you," Laura said smoothly, "but I just thought I would check you out. Actually I think you would be quite dull."
"What do you mean?" Peggy said.
"Well, I don't think you have much creative imagination when it comes to sex," she said quickly. "I really don't."
"Knock it off," she said. "I don't like your attitude."
"What are you talking about?"
Then Steve broke it up.
"Hi girls," he said, "we're going to have some more business soon and I'd like to speak to Peggy alone."
"I can take a hint," Laura said, slipping out.
When they were alone Steve spoke in whispers.
"Now I hope that gal didn't try and turn you. She's one to look out for. She digs women and I don't want my women playing around with each other. It isn't a sexy vibe for the men."
"Why do you keep her here?" she asked smoothly.
"For the women," he explained.
"Oh, I see," she said, "and Betty too."
"That's right," Steve explained. "I can't ignore the women and their business, so I have Betty and Laura. Laura is married and she is actually double gaited."
"How nice," she said.
"Well, she is great in taking on the men with the weirdo hangups," Steve smiled.
"Yes," she said, "she was telling me about one revolting customer who insisted that women wear long black stockings, boots, and crack a whip. Can you think of anything much more disgusting than all that crap?"
"No, I can't," he said, "I really can't."
At the moment that Steve talked she wondered if he wanted more sex. Finally he made himself perfectly clear.
"There are some things," he said, "that I could do to improve business."
"Yes," she replied, "what are they?"
"Well, to be perfectly blunt," he said, "I will tell you that you are not imaginative or creative enough. You've got to be able to do a few extra things like you know what."
"No, I don't know what," she said.
"Well, I will tell you," he said.
"Fire away," she smiled.
"Well, for one thing," he said, "men like lace panties. Do you always wear them?"
"Not always," she said.
"Then there's another thing," he said. "Long black stockings."
"I suppose I could wear those," she said, "but it's perfectly ridiculous."
"And then there's the whipping bit," he said. "Could you lash a whip across a man's bare ass?"
"What a revolting thing to do," she complained. "I don't consider it revolting at all," he insisted.
"Well, it is as far as I'm concerned," she said.
"I have a little whip out here and if you would like to practice I could tell you if you'd be any good at it."
"Alright, Steve," she replied.
Steve stepped out and a few moments later he returned. He was carrying a whip in his hand and he handed it to her. Then he proceeded to undress.
"This all seems a little silly," she said, "It really does."
"Well, it isn't," he insisted.
Now he was ready for action and he stretched out on the massage table.
"Take that whip," he instructed her, "and lash it across my ass."
Picking up the whip she lashed it over his ass.
He quivered as he felt the streak of pain shoot through his body.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she apologized, as she saw a red mark on his white ass.
"Don't apologize; baby," he said, "that's super. Keep whipping. Do it until the whole ass is red."
She shook her head and shrugged.
"That's silly," she complained.
"It's not," he said, "it's stimulating. Go ahead and do as I tell you."
She picked up the whip once more and lashed it across his ass. As he felt the sting of the whip he became more and more upset.
"Oh, yes," he panted, "that's what I like. Oh, yes, baby, yes."
The pleasure was building every moment now and she could see he was enjoying it immensely.
"Oh, wow!" he panted, "that is sensational."
It didn't take long now as the pleasure was mounting every moment.
"Keep that up," he told her. "Keep it up."
She kept it up and every time that she brought that whip down over his bare behind, he became more excited.
"Oh, wow!" he panted, "I love that. Oh, baby, now you're doing it!"
He was reaching climax and she could tell it from the way his ass wiggled on the massage table. She marvelled that this type of activity could induce such sensations.
"I can't believe it," she said. "I just can't believe it."
Whether she could believe it or not, he was enjoying it. Then she saw him pushing down hard as the cock spurted all over the massage table.
"Oh, beautiful," he moaned in delight, as he came.
"Oh, Steve," she panted, "you're the one who likes this."
"One among many," he panted, as he pushed hard against the massage table as the juice spurted from his rock-hard cock.
She paused now and looked to him strangely. She wondered how many more kooky ways of making it he had.
"Thank you, baby," he said, as he lifted off the table and reached for some tissues to wipe up the sticky white mess.
"Quite alright," she said, "anytime."
"Good for you, baby," he told her.
The pleasure they had enjoyed together was indeed remarkable. What was more remarkable to Peggy was the various ways that could excite men and stimulate them to orgasm.
CHAPTER SIX
Now, she was aware of some of the strange customs and practices of men who dug sex in unusual ways. It made her feel nervous as she went home that night. Would she have to perform like this? This thought was going through her mind. When she got home her husband was lying in the bed stark naked. He was so hot for sex he was even talking nicely to her.
"Peggy," he began, "I've been thinking about your job. Maybe I was too harsh. Maybe it really is a good thing that you have an opportunity to make a little money."
"Well, I'm glad you see it my way," she said, considerably surprised.
"I only want to be fair," he told her.
"How marvellous," she said, "and I only want to be fair with you, darling."
"Well, then," he said, "there isn't a reason in the world why we can't get along."
As she looked at him and saw his rock-hard male member she knew why he was talking in such a positive manner about her working.
"What do you want me to do, honey?" she said.
"I would be satisfied with anything at this point," he said. "Why don't you just come to bed and let me get on top of you and slug it to you?"
"Alright," she said, "you can sock it to me."
She thought it would relieve some of the guilt and tension if she did participate in the sex act with her husband. After all there was nothing wrong, she reasoned, with her becoming involved with him. However, it did bother her a little. As she undressed she decided that she would do it slowly, dramatically. She wanted to do it in such a manner that it would turn her husband on as much as possible. He observed this and said, "I've never realized what a really gorgeous chick I had. You know when I see you in those lacy panties and that cute bra, you really get me hard."
"Oh, I'm happy, honey," she said.
"Incidentally," he said, "I never noticed you wearing lacy panties and that bra before."
"Well, with the money I'm making on my job," she covered herself quickly, "I bought some new things."
"Just for me," he smiled.
"Just for you, darling," she said smoothly.
She teased him by toying with the elastic waistband of her panties and then she reached down and groped herself.
"Oh, I bet that feels good," he smiled.
"It's a little sticky," she grinned.
"I can hardly wait," he said.
"Well, you're going to have to wait a minute or two honey," she said, "because my bra isn't off yet."
"I can do it to you without removing that," he smiled as he pulled her toward the bed.
"What a passionate tiger you are," she told him. "You're too much."
He didn't bother to remove her bra as he straddled her. Then he drove his rock-hard penis into her. As she felt him pumping into her she reached for his ass and played with him.
"That's it, baby," he begged her, "participate. Put some feeling into it."
"Sure, darling," she said, "I'll put a lot of feeling into it."
She was getting him more and more excited now and he could hardly stand it.
"Keep that up, baby," he told her. "Keep it going. Yes, that's what I like. Keep doing that."
The excitement that she was feeling now was creating enthusiasm in his body.
"Oh, yes, honey," he told her. "That's beautiful. Keep sliding that finger up there, lover."
She kept the finger going and he loved it. Every minute of it.
"Oh, faster, baby," he begged. "That's what I want. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes. That's the way to do it."
Faster and faster the hot fucking continued. He rammed it to her in driving rock-hard cock thrusts.
"Am I good, honey?" he demanded. "Oh, yes," she said, "you're so nice to come home to."
Pulling her finger out of his asshole, she gripped his asscheeks and massaged them vigorously.
"I don't know why that feels so good," he told her, "but it sure does."
Faster and faster now the action continued. Every moment was more inspiring, more pleasurable.
"Oh, fuck, baby," he begged her, "fuck. Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's the way to do it. That's it. Faster, baby."
The sensational action that was taking place now increased in pace as he got hotter. Realizing that he had never been so stimulated before he couldn't figure out why.
"Oh, fuck, baby," he begged. "Oh, fuck. Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's the way to do it."
It wasn't going to take much longer now and he knew it. He loved it. Every fascinating second of it.
"Oh, wow!" he panted. "That's the way I like it. Keep it going." The sensational action that was continuing now was bringing them both to a startling climax. Finally he cut loose and his juices exploded in her pussy.
"Oh, Howard honey," Peggy panted, "that's what I wanted. Now you're giving it to me. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes. That's what I wanted."
The hot juice poured into her pussy as he kept driving it in there.
"Oh, yes," she panted, "that's what I wanted. Oh, baby, you really know how to love me."
He smiled at her and then he whispered, "You're a real fucker."
She juiced when he climaxed and this made him happy for it seemed as if their emotions were on target and they were vibing together.
"You know baby doll," he smiled at her, "I love you."
"I can tell that," she smiled back at him.
Now he was withdrawing from her and as he went to the bathroom she felt guilty. Apparently she thought to herself Howard did love her and she was beginning to realize the dream of enjoying their married life. Yet, at the same time she was being pulled into the sexual quicksand of sex.
"Honey," he suggested, "if you get bored with me we could always swap."
"Oh, I wouldn't want to do that," she said.
"If you wanted to," he said, "I wouldn't object. I know some women like to taste all the flavors."
"What a way to put it," she said. "You're terrible."
"I'm being realistic," he said. "Sex means many things to many people and I don't want to crowd you in."
"You're a darling," she said. "Did you have anyone in mind for me?"
"Yes," he told her, "there's a guy at our office that I think you would dig."
"And does this guy at the office have a wife that you think you would dig?" she asked smiling.
"You know me, don't you?" he smiled.
"Like a book," she laughed.
"Darling," she said, "if you would be happy, I'll go along with you."
"Groovy," he smiled, "I think you would enjoy fucking with them. It's Fred and Rosemary."
"When would you like to get together?" she asked him.
"Whenever they are agreeable," he smiled. "Alright, honey," she said, "you can ask them for sex."
The more he talked the more she realized that he really wanted action.
"What is Fred like?" she smiled.
"Oh, he's big and tall and strong, and quite a fucker," he said.
"Good," she said, "that's what I could use."
As she went to sleep that night she couldn't help wonder what Fred would be like and she wondered if Rosemary would get jealous. This was a new sexual adventure for her. Then she thought of her job. She would have to tell Steve that she needed Saturday night off. That was a big business night and it bothered her.
"Honey," he smiled at her, "can I ask him?"
"Ask who, what?" she laughed.
"You know," he told her.
"Oh, you mean about sex," she said.
"Yes, baby," he said.
"Well, go ahead," she said. "I guess there wouldn't be anything wrong with it."
"Of course not," he assured her.
She had to call up Steve that morning and Steve was not overly pleased to hear what she had to tell him.
"Steve," she began, "I just can't make it."
"What do you mean you can't make it?" he demanded.
"Well, Saturday night," she said, "I won't be able to go."
"That's impossible," he exclaimed. "You've got to be able to go."
Realizing what a mess he was in he told her quietly, "There is a way that you could make up for it."
"What?" she demanded.
"Well, I have a client named Henry," he said, "who likes sex in the afternoon."
"How vulgar," she laughed.
"What's vulgar about sex in the afternoon?" he demanded.
"Oh, I don't know it just sounds vulgar to me," she said.
"Well, it isn't at all," he said. "If you want to make up for taking me down the river, honey, great. Just get over there right away and have a good time."
"Alright," she agreed.
As difficult as it was, she made up her mind that the only way that she was going to please him was to go over there. So in the afternoon she went over there.
She was surprised what a beautiful place Henry had. He lived in the best section of town in a Georgian white colonial place. He had a circular drive and as she drove up there she really got a bang out of the place. It made her feel as if she were rich. She went into Henry's house and he quickly greeted her.
"Hiya doing, honey," he smiled at her.
"Beautiful, baby," she told him.
"Well, honey," he told her, "we are going to have a marvellous time."
"Are we?" she smiled.
"Yes," he said, "wait until you see what I've got for you to wear."
"You have something for me to wear?" she smiled.
"I sure do, baby," he said, "and you're going to enjoy this too."
As he talked on she wondered what he had in mind for her.
"I dig the long black stockings and black boots," he said, "and I like to dress up."
"Dress up?" she asked, "what do you mean?"
"Just this," he said, "I want to wear a mask. Then I wear black leather pants with an opening."
"I can guess what that opening is for, Henry," she smiled.
"Three guesses," he smiled.
"I would suspect that the opening is for your cock and your balls," she laughed.
"You are so right," he laughed.
She was really upset that he was being so difficult, however she figured that as long as this was the way he got his kicks she might as well go along with it.
"Now, let's go upstairs to my fuck room," he suggested.
"A fuck room?" she smiled, "what's that?"
"That baby," he explained, "is where I do all my fucking. I've had it specially built. You can make it nighttime during daytime."
"Well, why do you want that?" she demanded.
"You create illusions and color patterns on the body," he said.
"You are different, aren't you?"
"So they tell me," he told her.
Now she was getting a general idea of what he wanted to do and it bothered her no end.
"You know, baby," he smiled, "you are too much."
"Am I?" she smiled.
"You bet," he said.
Now she was beginning to realize what a problem she surely had. Nevertheless she was not going to let anything throw her. She had made up her mind that she was going to do her thing and nothing would deter her.
"Honey," he smiled, "how would you like a drink first?"
"I might need a drink first," she smiled.
"I thought you would," he told her.
As soon as she had a drink she felt more relaxed.
"There's something about liquor," she said, "that loosens a person up."
Now she was ready and so was he.
"Let's go darling," she said.
She followed Henry up to his private room. Henry was so proud of his room that she got a big charge out of going up there with him.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "we are going to have such a good time."
"Are we?" she smiled.
"You bet your ass we are," he told her.
When they got up to the room he turned on blue lights. The place went glamorously dark.
"Now," he said, "let's take off all of your clothes."
As she started slowly undressing she glanced to the side. There she caught sight quickly of mirrors. Mirrors all along the side walls.
"Oh, this is a strange place, it really is," she said.
The mirrors surprised her for a moment for she could hardly believe that anyone could have so many of them. It was possible with the mirror on the side and the mirror on the wall, to see every movement that they were making.
"Kinda sexy, huh?" he smiled.
"Very," she agreed.
Now he was hot to get on the bed. She took a look at him and saw that indeed he was slipping into his black leather pants. Then she saw the huge cock as it slipped out of the hole.
"Oh, you look nice," she smiled. "Different, but nice."
He looked at her and said, "Baby, you know what I want you to do. You put on those black lace stockings and those black boots. That's all I want you to wear."
She did as she was told and then he looked at her standing there naked except for the stockings and black boots.
"Oh, do you look groovy," he told her. "You really do."
He was admiring her and she was admiring him. Glancing in the mirror she got a charge out of it. Then Henry took the whip in his hand.
"I use that on you don't I?" she asked.
"Why no," he said, "I dig it the other way."
Now she was in for a surprise.
"So you expect me to lie there?" she asked him.
"Why yes, baby," he insisted.
She lay there and he told her, "Roll over, honey."
She rolled over on her stomach exposing her bare buttocks to his whiplash. Suddenly he brought the whip down with a vengeance.
"Come on, baby," he told her, "lash that ass."
The whip lashed across her buttocks and he thought he would go out of his mind with delight.
"Oh, baby," he said, "just look at my cock.
See how hard that got me."
She glanced over at his penis and sure enough he was rock hard.
"Oh, wow," he panted, "look at that."
The pleasure was building in his body as he lashed away at her behind. Moment by moment she became more excited.
"Keep that up," she begged, "that's the way. Oh, yes, keep it going."
The whip pounded on her asscheeks faster and faster and every time he did it, he got a charge.
"Oh, wow," he panted, "look at that."
The super sensations were flooding through them now.
"Keep that up," he begged, "Oh, yes, that's the way I like it."
The sensations were building every moment.
"Come on, baby," he told her, "that's what I want. Oh, baby, that's it."
The sensations were building every second and they both were enjoying themselves.
"Fuck it, baby. Fuck!"
She wiggled about the bed simulating a fuck. Then he got right on the bed and went right to town. He straddled her face and grabbed her head and flung his penis at her.
"Come on, baby," he told her, "let's give it some action here."
He surged inside of her and she got more and more excited.
"Oh, yes, baby," he told her, "that's what I like. Keep that up!"
As the rock hard cock shot into her she gripped it tightly with her lips. Then she opened her eyes and watched the saliva slickened shaft moving in and out.
"Yes," he told her, "that's what I dig. Oh, baby, keep that up."
Harder, hotter and faster he pumped it to her, and with every driving cock stab she became more eager for his cum. This annoyed her as she was wondering if she was getting hooked on this kind of sex. She knew it wasn't right and it bothered her.
"Oh, wow!" he panted. "This is too much."
Suddenly guiding his giant-sized cock down her throat she felt him exploding.
"Eat me," he cried passionately. "Eat me."
Instantly the hands went to her ass. Grasping the asscheeks tightly, he loved her hands there.
"Oh, that's the way I like it," he told her. "Now baby, let me do it all the way."
He rammed it down her throat and the penis exploded again.
"Oh, wow!" he panted, "I'm cuming. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes, that's the way I love it."
The sensations seemed as if they would never end. Moment by moment the thrills had built to a startling climax. When she had finished gobbling his juicy, sticky cum she eased off. Then he looked at her. She looked at him too.
"Why baby," she said, "you are still hard."
"You know what a nympho is?" he smiled.
"Why yes, Henry," she grinned.
"Well, I'm the male equivalent of a nympho, honey."
She believed him as he began massaging her with his cock.
"How do you like the feel of this all over your body?" he smiled.
"It's groovy," she said, reaching for his balls and massaging them.
"Play with my ass too, honey," he said. "I really dig that."
"I can tell you do, darling," she smiled.
She continued playing with him and he was getting more and more excited every second.
"Oh, that feels groovy," he told her. "Just keep that up."
She kept it up and he was getting so excited now that he could hardly stand it.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "you are beautiful."
The pleasure was increasing now as she continued.
"I'm going to stick this in your armpit, honey," he said. "Ever had that?" She laughed.
"I'm an old hand at armpit fucking," she smiled.
"Good, baby," he told her.
Now he was enjoying it and so was she.
"Oh, keep it up, baby," he begged her. "Keep that going."
The pleasure was increasing every moment and both of them were enjoying it.
"Yes, baby," he told her, "that's what I like. Come on, baby."
Suddenly he could hardly stand it.
"Fuck it," he begged her. "Fuck, baby, fuck!"
The pleasure was increasing with every cock stab. Both of them were enjoying it immensely.
"Oh, baby, I love that when you put it in the armpit."
She raised her arm up and down as he slammed into her.
"Keep that going," he told her. "Keep it going."
Now he could hardly stand it. He was dizzy with delight as he went on ramming it to her.
"Fuck," he begged her. "Fuck, baby, fuck."
The sensations were building to another climax but before he could shoot his wad, he slipped his rock-hard cock between her breasts and massaged her breasts vigorously.
"How about that?" he asked her.
"Feels great," she told him.
He continued doing this and she loved every second of it.
"Oh, wow!" he panted, "that is beautiful. Keep it going."
It seemed as if the sensations would never stop.
"Keep it up, baby," he begged. "That's it. Oh, yes, keep it going."
The sensations that were being created by his activity in different directions produced pleasure within her body. She liked the sight of his cock so close juicing at the slit as he played with her breasts.
"Honey," he smiled, "you're really going to get something now."
He swept down her body until he came to her vagina.
"Raise your legs, darling," he said. "I want them up there."
Throwing her legs up in the air he stabbed her pussy.
"Yes, baby," he told her, "sock it to me!" She pushed back as he drove forward. "Oh, yes," he panted, "that's what I like. Give it to me."
The sensations were incredible. Every moment he loved it more.
"Oh, wow!" he panted, "keep it up, baby." As she vigorously worked her vagina muscles around his sliding cock the pleasure increased.
"Fuck, baby," he told her. "Fuck, baby, fuck!"
Faster and faster the rock-hard cock thrust into her and soon she knew that he would be juicing. She loved the feel of his balls bouncing on her buttocks as he screwed her at this angle.
"You like this, love," he smiled at her.
"You know it," she said. "It's sensational."
The joy that she had experienced was increasing now with every cock stab.
"Fuck it, baby," he begged. "Fuck, baby, fuck."
He wasn't going to take much longer now and she knew it. His body was sweaty and so was hers. Then she felt him trembling.
"Oh, I'm cuming," he told her. "I'm cuming."
Sure enough he unloaded his balls in her.
"Oh, fuck," he gasped excitedly. "Fuck, baby, fuck."
The hot juice flooded her pussy and was dripping.
"Oh, keep pumping," he gasped. "Don't stop until it's all out."
"Oh, it's real creamy, honey," she sighed as she twisted her head this way and that.
He loved to see her in sexual ecstasy as she lay before him, and he thrilled at the thrill of her black boots and black stockings as he continued thrusting away.
"Yes, baby," he told her, "that's what I like.
Yes, baby, that's it."
He continued doing it until he had finished. Then slowly he pulled out of her.
"Oh, wow!" he smiled. "You are a real fuck."
"What an obscene compliment," she laughed.
As she lay there looking up at him she marvelled. It was the first time she had had a fuck like this with long black stockings and black boots. More than that it was the first time anyone had given her ass a few whacks. Yet, she loved it. Every minute of it.
"Baby," she smiled, "you are really something."
He pinched her breast and then began licking and nibbling on them.
"You're quite a lover yourself."
"At first I didn't believe you were what you said you were, Henry," she said, "but now I believe."
He pressed his face between her breasts and pushed them once more against his cheeks.
"Oh, yes," she told him, "that's sensational.
The pleasure was mounting every moment now as he continued.
"You love that, don't you?" he smiled.
"Sure I do, darling," she assured him.
When he pulled his mouth away from her he rolled over on his stomach.
"Now you help me out, honey," he said, "and give my balls some tingly sensations. All you have to do is grab that big whip and lash it across my ass."
She took the whip in her hand and got to her feet. Then standing by the side of the bed she began lashing away. To her enormous surprise a vast feeling of pleasure swept over her as she did so. Instantly, she felt her pussy moistening and she reached down to touch herself with one hand. The other hand was lashing at his ass and she was producing pleasure.
"How about that, honey," he said, "I can see that you enjoy it too."
A nervous tickle surged through her body as she was filled with pleasure.
"I'll admit it," she said, "I'm hooked on this."
She went on lashing his ass until it was red. She could see them get redder by the moment.
"Now, honey," he told her, "when you get my ass ready I want you to bend over and lick it."
"How will I know it's ready?" she demanded.
"Well, I'll tell you," he said. "When you see the red streaking across it, it's ready."
"Oh, I hate to do that to you," she told him.
"Don't worry about it, baby," he said, "I want it."
"Apparently, you do," she said.
He was enjoying himself enormously and when she saw the first blood start to streak across his bare behind she tossed the whip aside and got down on the bed. She reached up with both hands and gripped his asscheeks and began kissing.
"Oh, yes," he panted, "that's what I dig."
She licked it and he got more and more turned on.
"You keep that up, baby," he told her, "and you'll drive me out of my mind."
She kept it up and he kept wiggling his buttocks around.
"Beautiful," he sighed enthusiastically, "that's what I like, baby."
It seemed as if the sensations would never stop. Every moment he was getting more pleasure with her.
"Keep that going," she begged. "Yes, love, yes." She kept it going and he kept wiggling his buttocks.
"Bite it," he demanded. "Bite it, baby. I like that too."
She nibbled at his ass and that really got him going.
"Oh, wow!" he panted, "that is sensational."
Now it wasn't taking him long. The pleasure was mounting by the second.
"Oh, yes, baby," he told her, "how about that?"
Suddenly he felt a finger sliding up his asshole while she licked him.
"Oh, feels good honey," he told her. "That's real different.".
When she had finished fingering his asshole she decided that she would use her breasts to excite him there. She began crushing down with her breasts on his buttocks.
"Do you have any oil, honey?" she asked.
"There's an oil shortage," he said smiling.
"Well, maybe you could spare a few drops of baby oil on my bosoms," she explained, "so I could run them over your ass. I think you would dig that a lot."
"So do I, honey," he agreed.
Then he got off the bed and went to the bathroom and brought back the oil. As she watched him walking to the bathroom she got a kick out of his black leather pants with his huge cock and balls sticking out in the front. Suddenly, he had the oil in her hand and she was using it all over her breasts. When they were well oiled she was eager and ready to give him sensations he had never had before. Suddenly the oil was applied effectively, and she bent over and crushed her oily breasts over his smooth buttocks. He loved the sensation.
"That's real soothing, baby," he said. "Caress me with your bosoms."
Her bosoms caressed his behind and he enjoyed it more every moment. To add to his pleasure she played with his prostate gland. He loved all of the action around his intimate sexual organs. Her finger was trailing on the backside of his balls.
"Oh, yes," he told her, "I love that. That's sensational, baby. Keep that up." He couldn't take much more of this action, it was too tremendous.
"Oh, wow!" he panted, "you are doing something for me."
He flipped over soon and she felt his giant-sized shaft between her oily bosoms.
"Now you press your bosoms against my cock," he recommended. "With oil on them it should be nice and slick."
She let him do it and he loved the sensations.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "I love that. That's wild."
He kept this up until she was out of her mind with delight and passion.
"How about another mouthful?" he asked her.
"Have you got any more juice in those balls?" she smiled at him.
"Sure I have, honey," he told her. "You don't have to worry about that."
The sensations were coming thick and fast. It was incredible how much pleasure he could derive from this action.
"Oh, baby," he told her excitedly, "you don't know how good this feels. Keep that going."
The sensations seemed as if they would never end.
"Lick it," he demanded.
She licked his cock quickly. Then with her hot tongue working around it feverishly she suddenly merged her mouth with his male member. As her mouth slid over the shaft the pleasure increased in intensity.
He thrust it harder and she was enjoying it more every second.
"Keep that up, honey," he begged, "that's what I want. That's what I need."
The pleasure didn't stop. He continued doing it until he was dizzy with delight.
"Oh, honey," he urged, "lick it. Lick it, baby."
She licked it alright and then he juiced. She was amazed how quickly the juice came. She was disappointed too as she enjoyed the vigorous cock stabs in her mouth. However, she made the most from it and greedily gobbled it.
"Oh, wow!" he panted, "you're the best one he's ever sent out here."
Reaching down his hands groped her head. He guided her cagily over his shaft.
"You're beautiful," he said. "You're just what the doctor ordered."
She felt his hot leathery legs around her now and she loved the feel of the leather.
"Get it all out," he said. "I won't rest until you've got it all out. That's it, gobble my stuff."
Running his fingers through her hair he caressed her with his words.
"It was creamy and good, wasn't it, honey?" he panted. "Sure you loved that, didn't you, baby?"
She nodded but didn't remove the penis from her mouth. She kept her lips tightly fastened on it which all added up to pleasure to him. When she finally did slide her mouth off his shaft she patted his buttocks.
"So you enjoyed that, honey?" she said.
"Sure I did," he said, "and I'll bet you never had a lover like this."
She looked at his leathery legs with the cock out in front and the ass exposed in the back.
"No, honey," she admitted, "I've never had a lover like you."
He got to his feet and paraded before the mirror and once more she got a look at his strange get up. The leather front with the hole in place for the penis pop-out with the balls, and then the back showed his bare ass with the leather picking up where the bare ass left off.
"Quite a beautiful costume, isn't it?" he asked.
"A perfect sex costume," she said, "did you get it at a sex boutique?"
"Oh, no," he said proudly, "I designed it myself. Isn't that super?"
"Why yes, Henry," she said, "it's really a divine outfit."
"And how did you enjoy wearing those black stockings and boots?" he smiled.
"It added something alright," she said. "It really did. It's funny when you're looking at yourself in these leathery get-ups, how exciting it can be."
"It's not really funny at all," he explained, "half of sex is imagination, and I believe in utilizing the imagination to produce the ultimate pleasure."
"Well, I can say one thing," she said, "it's not a mechanical fuck. With all of this action it becomes poetic."
"Or apolyptic," he said.
"What?" she smiled.
He looked at her and laughed.
"Haven't you ever heard that before?" he grinned.
"No," she said, "I'm afraid I haven't."
"Well," he explained, "an apolyptic fuck is the opposite of a mechanical fuck. A mechanical fuck is one that is dull and monotonous, but an apolyptic fuck is really something."
"Well, good, baby," she said, "because that's what this is."
"Precisely," he said.
Not for one minute did he doubt that he was the real turn-on and she didn't want to in any way lessen the illusion that he enjoyed creating so much.
"I bet you want to come here again, don't you?" he smiled.
"I can hardly wait," she said. "It was so much fun, Henry."
"That's what all the women say who come here and I don't think it's just because I pay them well either."
"Of course not, Henry," she assured him.
"Naturally," he said, "it's worth a lot of money because you dames are the best in the business and I don't mind paying. I always say quality counts."
"Of course, Henry," she assured him.
"Sweetheart," he said, "let's make a date to get together again?"
"Of course," she said, "I didn't know how much fun sex in the afternoon could be."
"Well, now you do, honey," he said, "and it's the most fun with me. I can tell you, honey, you can go the whole circuit of guys who dig women in the afternoon and wear costumes and do the whole thing and you'll never find anyone you'll like more."
"I'm sure of that," she told him.
She began dressing and when she had completed switching from her stockings and boots to her regular clothes she felt relaxed. She was glad that she could relax as she wanted to get home to her husband to be prepared for the evening's sexual activity. She knew that her husband would have twenty fits if he had any idea of what she had been doing this afternoon. But he would never know.
"So long, sweetie," Henry smiled.
"So long, Henry love," she said.
"Kiss my ass goodbye," he grinned.
Bending over she accommodated him with a kiss on the ass.
"And one last whack," he grinned.
"Of course, love," she said, whacking his ass and flashing him a knowing smile.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was important for Peggy to get home, because she wanted to get the house cleaned up before the Saturday night swap. When she got home she found she didn't have any liquor left. Apparently Howard had been drinking. This didn't go over too well with her but there was nothing she could do about it. She got in the car and went to the market and purchased the liquor. Then she felt at ease, however, when she got back Howard was there complaining.
"This place looks like a pig pen," he griped. "If you weren't working so much you could keep the house nice."
"You never noticed it when I did keep it clean," she said.
"Well, there was nothing to notice," he explained, "because it looked alright."
"Sure," she smiled, "you never complained because you didn't have anything to complain about. You make me laugh."
He teased her by giving her a whack on the ass.
"I can hardly wait to get my cock in Rosemary," he said.
That did get her jealous and he picked up on it quickly. However she thought she had better disguise her feelings and not let him know what was going through" her mind.
"Now, baby doll," she said, "you just take care."
"Don't worry about me," he said, "I always do."
The more she talked to him the more she became grimly aware of how impossible he could be.
"Are we going to have a nice little buffet tonight?" he asked.
"Well, I wasn't making a king's meal," she answered. "I thought we would have something light like beef stroganoff, and possibly some champagne. What do you think?"
"I'm all for champagne anytime," he said.
"Well, that figures," she said, "you always were a pretty big boozehound."
"Now, is that a nice thing to say?" he complained.
"It may not be nice," she admitted, "but it's the truth."
"Well, you drove me to drink with all your playing around at that massage parlor," he said angrily.
"What makes you so sure that I've been playing around at that place?" she demanded.
"If you must know," he said, "I used to go there."
"Ahh," she said, "the truth will out. So that's why you were so suspicious of me, because you knew what a devil you were yourself."
"True, true," he smiled.
It was becoming vividly clear to her that he could be very difficult.
"Sweetheart," she smiled, "anytime you want to cut out of this marriage you are welcome to. If you want to stay in it you are welcome to, but I don't appreciate sarcasm."
"Was I being sarcastic?" he said.
"You sure as hell were," she said, "and I don't dig sarcasm."
"What do you dig," he asked, "men who pay for blow jobs?"
"I give a legitimate massage," she said. "I'm sure there are girls you can buy but I'm not one of them. It's obvious that you were buying the women off. You ought to be ashamed of yourself."
"Why should I be ashamed," he said. "They wanted to get some money and I wanted to get my rocks off.'"
"But you were married," she reminded him.
"Well," he said, "a man needs sex a lot more than a woman does."
"That's a lot of crap," she countered. "A woman needs all the sex she can get."
"A nympho type," he said.
"And I'm not talking about the nympho type either," she said. "I'm talking about a woman like myself. I'm sick and tired of being maligned by you."
"Do I malign you?" he teased.
"Sure you do. All the time. It's like a running battle between you and me."
"Who's winning?," he asked.
"Neither of us, lover," she said, "and right now the floor needs vacuuming."
"Well, why don't you do it," he smiled.
"Vacuum it yourself, you ass," she said, "I'm sick and tired of doing all the crappy work around this place, while you go out and have women blow you at massage parlors."
He could see that she was indeed jealous and he knew that she cared. At least that was something in his favor.
"I'm sorry, baby," he said, "I didn't mean to get your goat."
"Well, I wish you would take it easy," she said. "You do act impossible most of the time."
"I'm sorry."
"Well, you should be," she said. More and more it was becoming evident that he couldn't put anything over on her.
"Honey," he said, "you're really going to enjoy Fred. He's quite a lover."
"Well, I hope so," she said, "I hope he's not like you. All you want to do is slam it in there and shove it a couple of times and say you've done your duty. I don't consider that lovemaking. That's masturbation."
"The nerve of you," he said, "I've given you some of the best fucks of my life and that's all the appreciation I get."
"Save it for the judge," she said.
"The judge doesn't want it," he said innocently.
"Look," she said, "I'm sick and tired of you being so difficult and I'm going to tell you finally that you're going to have to quit it."
"Alright," he promised, as he started vacuuming the floor.
By working together the two of them had everything cleaned by an hour and a half. Then she put some food in the oven to bake and he jumped in the shower.
"Join me in the shower, honey," he suggested.
She thought it might be rather romantic to join him in the shower. She could teach him a few things. Going into the shower she soaped his back. Then she soaped his buttocks. Finally bringing her finger down to his asshole she slid it up there.
"Get your soapy finger out of my asshole," he told her.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said.
The longer she talked the more upset he became. He was worried, worried about many things. Above all that an argument would develop that could end in a lot of trouble.
That evening everything went smoothly until it was time to go into the sex part.
"Well, how do we get into sex?" Fred asked shyly.
"Well, I think the first thing we should do," Peggy said, "is part from our mates. I wouldn't want your lovely wife, Rosemary, to get jealous, and I know my husband wouldn't appreciate it if I got green with envy while he was making passes at your beautiful wife."
"Maybe we should just cancel it all," he suggested.
"Oh, no," she said, "that wouldn't be right."
"Alright," Fred agreed.
Together Fred and Peggy went into a bedroom. First thing Peggy did was lock the door and then check to be sure it was locked securely. Then she suggested slyly, "Let me undress you."
"Anytime," Fred slurred drunkenly.
Now she was ready for her good time and she wasted no time giving him what he wanted.
"Oh, baby," he smiled as he looked at her undressing him. "You look good enough to eat."
"I'm going to eat you first, baby doll," she said, "and then I want you to eat me. 69 can be fun but I think it's even more fun when a person can concentrate on what's happening to them."
"I couldn't agree more, baby," he told her.
Now she was unzipping his fly and unbuckling his belt. His pants fell to the floor.
"Oh, don't you look nice," she said excitedly. "Yes, baby, you sure do."
"I love it when a woman plays with my intimate parts," he said.
"Well, I'll do that for you honey," she said, "I'd like to massage you all over."
"Oh, that's great," he said, as he watched her finger his balls.
Then she pulled him by his penis over to the bed.
"Stretch out, lover boy," she said, "and I want you to wrap those luscious legs around me. Then, I am going to give you sex like you never had it before."
"Will you lick around my ass?" he asked.
"Oh, a little," she agreed.
He lay down and she gripped his asscheeks. While she didn't go in the asshole, she did give him some excitement and stimulation by licking his asscheeks. Then she licked his balls and this was followed by opening her mouth and taking both balls in gingerly. With her tongue licking around his testicles he was getting so stimulated that he knew he would be juicing shortly. He became eager for her to put her mouth over it.
"Cover it with your hot mouth, honey," he insisted.
Soon her mouth slid over the shaft. Then her head bobbed up and down.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "does that ever feel good. Come on, baby, come on."
The pleasure was mounting every moment. They both enjoyed this.
"Oh, baby," he said, "do I ever like to have my cock blown."
He kept this up every minute and the pleasure increased.
"Oh, do it, baby," he told her. "Do it. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes. Do it."
It seemed as if the sensations would never stop. Her hands were grasping his asscheeks now and her head was bobbing up and down in fast motion.
"Oh, the balls are on fire," he told her. "Oh, yes, you do it so naturally."
As she continued gliding up and down on his cock he wondered who invented it. It seemed the most natural, most beautiful way to make it. As his legs locked around her she wondered the same thing as the pleasure increased with each cock stab.
"Keep it up, baby," he panted. "Don't stop. Keep going."
She kept it up alright. Nothing could stop her now. She was determined to get all of the pleasure she could from his body.
"Oh, love me," he begged. "Love me, honey."
Strangely she could feel love for him. It wasn't all sex and this was the thing that made it seem extra beautiful. If it had been all sex it would have been revolting to Peggy for she had become bored with the monotony of tame sex. She wanted something different. He was giving her something different.
"Oh, keep that up," he panted. "I love it. That's what I want. Now you're doing it. Oh, yes, baby, that's the way."
She was giving him action all over. Her hands were reaching up and massaging his chest, then she was playing with his testicles. In the meantime she was giving him more action around his ass where she massaged it too.
"You've got wonderful hands, honey," he told her. "You know how to make a man happy."
As Peggy manipulated his body he was getting hotter and hotter.
"Oh, yes," he sighed. "I love that. Keep doing me.
The pleasure mounted every moment. He knew that he couldn't stand much more action like this.
"Oh, wow!" he panted. "You are too much. Oh, yes, baby I want it."
Now his fingers reached down to run through her hair. He enjoyed guiding her head down over his cock.
"Love it," he gasped, "love that juice. Go get it."
Suddenly the creamy white cum erupted in her mouth. Peggy gulped.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "I never had anything like this. Oh, baby, it's too much!"
She was delighted that Fred could get such a charge out of the act. The monotony that had set in so many times in the act when she and her husband had had sex together, was eliminated when another sexual partner was involved.
"Sweetheart," he told her, "you really know how to make a man happy. Yes, yes, that's what I like."
It was a pleasant moment for her and it seemed as if it would never stop. He was putting his all into the act.
"Oh, lover baby," he sighed ecstatically, "you don't know how much I've looked forward to this. How much I've needed it."
"That's alright, honey," she smiled, as she pulled her mouth off of him.
He now was hot to play with her.
"Now, baby," he begged, "I want a little action out of you. I want you to use your pussy over my face. That's it, baby, just push that pussy down over my mouth."
She listened to what he had to say. Straddling his face she shoved her muff in his mouth. His hot tongue surged out and soon he was licking the velvety vagina walls. He loved the sensations that this was creating.
"Oh, love me, baby," she panted.
He knew how to please her. He knew how to make her happy.
"Oh, yes," she sighed, "that's what I want. That's wild."
He continued doing this until she couldn't stand it any longer.
"Eat me," she begged. "Eat my pussy. Lick it. Use that tongue on the love button. Lash it."
His hot tongue lashed across her love button and now her body was shaking and trembling with emotion.
"Yes, yes," she exclaimed, "that's what I wanted. Keep it going. Don't stop now. Don't stop for anything."
The sensations had become almost more than she could bear. It was a fantastic one for her and the hot pussy juice gushed.
"Oh, baby," she told him, "this is beautiful. Really beautiful."
Now he wouldn't pull his mouth away. He wanted to keep it there. There was something warm and wonderful about having his mouth pressed tightly to her vagina. She let him run his hands gently over her buttocks and pinch her nipples as he concluded his act. Withdrawing his tongue, he lay beside her.
"Oh, Peggy," he said, "I got the better of the bargain. My wife is a frigid little fucker."
"Don't worry, darling," Peggy said, "my husband will take care of her. He is a real stud."
"Well, I hope so for her sake," he said. "I've tried to bring Rosemary out. She won't do anything I ask her. I've asked her to go down on me a zillion times but she won't."
Meanwhile Rosemary was in the other room and she was giving the instructions on how she wanted the act.
"I always say it's best the good old fashioned way," she smiled.
"What's that way?" he grinned.
"That, love," she said, "is when the man is on top. I always like the man in the dominant position."
"What do you think about the French way?" he asked.
"If you think what I think you mean," she said quickly, "I think it is disgusting."
"I was afraid that is what you would think," he smiled.
"I can't help it," she said. "I've got my scruples."
"Well, sure you have, honey."
"People these days," she complained, "are disgusting. They are doing things that are twisted, warped and sick. For example, my husband is probably in there right this minute going down on your wife."
"No," Howard laughed, "do you really think so?"
"Well, I'm highly suspicious," she said, "because he is sick on sex."
"I've got news for you," he chuckled, "so am I."
"You mean you like it that way too?" she demanded.
"Yes," he said, "I will have to admit."
"Admit what?" she demanded.
"Admit that that is what I like," he said.
"You mean you would expect me to go down on your dirty old cock?" she chided him.
"I would go down on your dirty old pussy if you would go down on my dirty old cock," he chuckled.
"I keep my pussy clean," she said, "thank you."
"Well, I keep my cock clean, thank you."
"Well," she shrugged, "just because we keep it clean doesn't mean we have to lick it."
"Naturally not," he said, "what could be more natural than to stick it. Stick it in your pussy."
"Precisely," she said, "that's what my mother told me."
"Your mother discussed sex with you?" he asked Rosemary.
"Don't all mothers?" she asked.
"No," he said, "many of them don't. They let the girl find out for herself."
"Well," she said, "mother told me there would be evil men who would suggest things like this, but I didn't think you would be one of them."
"I never suggested a thing," he said weakly.
"Oh, you were going to," she said. "I can always tell from the way a man talks what he is going to suggest. It was just around the corner."
"Well, I didn't after all, did I?" he said.
"No," she said, "mercifully you didn't."
The point had been made and now she understood what he was talking about.
She lay on her back and wiggled her ass.
"What are you wiggling your ass for?" he asked.
"To show you how hot I am," she said evenly.
"Well, what if I'm not hot?" he asked.
"Do you have an impotency problem?" she said. "I'm sure that a good fuck with me would help you."
"Help me?" he asked with a smile.
"Are you making fun of me?" Rosemary demanded.
"Now would I do a bad thing like that?" he laughed.
"Well, you very well might," she said, "because you have a look about you that makes me distrust you."
"Do I?" he said stroking his cock. "Why don't you play with it, honey?"
Reaching down she gripped his penis and massaged it up and down.
"Oh, yes, baby," he told her, "that's a lot of fun."
Moment by moment the pleasure was building.
"Oh, I like that," he said, "that feels real good."
Now he was getting more and more stimulated. Straddling her he reached out to play with her breasts.
"Isn't this nice," she said. "Nice and normal. The old face to face position. You can't beat the old fashioned way. That's what mom says."
"Listen to mom," he said, as he stabbed his cock in her pussy in one hard driving thrust.
"Take it easy, will you?" she demanded.
"What's wrong, Rosemary?" he asked, as he struggled to keep stabbing his cock into her.
"Well, you took me by surprise," she said. "I always like it when a man informs me what he is going to do."
"You like a lot of conversation about it, don't you?" he asked.
"I think it's a good idea," she said. "Then everyone knows what they are getting into."
He was ramming it to her and he was having difficulty with her. She had turned him off with all of her negative comments about various forms of sexual enjoyment that he liked. Now her hands were lying there limp.
"Did you ever use your hands on your husband, Fred?" he demanded.
"I wouldn't touch Fred's body," she said. "He doesn't shower often enough, and he has body odor."
"I bet you have a real nice marriage," he said.
"It's not perfect," she said, "but what is. Now, hurry up and get it over with cause we don't want them to think we're having trouble making it."
"Oh, of course not," he said, as he felt himself going limp with her featherbrained conversation.
Trying hard to make it work he just couldn't make it.
"Are you going limp inside of me?" she demanded.
"I don't know what's happening," he said.
"Well, I suspicion," she said, "that you aren't the juiciest man in the world."
"Look, honey," he said, "I was alright till I met you. Now if you could keep your fucking face closed long enough, so I could stab my cock in there a few times without this chatter, I could make it."
"You're making me angry," she said lying there loosely.
"Look you've got a loose enough pussy already," he said, "grab it will you."
"Your theme song ought to be, 'This Time We Almost Made It', she said.
"I don't think we've ever been close to making it," he said.
"Alright," she fumed.
He was getting more uptight every moment and so was she. Finally he withdrew from her, realizing that he would never make it.
"Now, don't you tell Fred that you couldn't get your rocks off," she said. "He would blame it on me. He thinks I'm frigid."
"Well, you're as close to an Eskimo as any female I ever fucked," he said.
"That is an insult to the Eskimos," she said. "I've known some lovely Eskimos. Sure they live in a cold country but they are not cold people."
"Sorry," he said, "I didn't mean to insult the Eskimos. You are so right to compare you to them is an insult, to them."
She thought about that a moment and then she said, "as drunk as I am I know that's an insult to me and I resent it. Will you apologize?"
"What for?" he demanded.
"Give me time to think," she said, "I'm not functioning too well now."
"What you need is another drink," he said.
"I guess I do," she said. "All this talk about Fred and me not being compatible is driving me to drink. Mom says I should divorce him and find a man who can appreciate me."
"Quit listening to her," he warned her. "She's going to bring your marriage to rack and ruin."
"It is already," she said. "The only reason I hang on to him is these swap meets. But I feel kind of foolish getting involved."
"Why is that?" he demanded.
"Because," she said, "I'm a real ball of fire and sometimes I think I come on too strong and the man gets so uptight that he can't get his erection."
"You got it all figured out, honey," he chuckled. "That's right, Rosemary, you're a ball of fire. Go on believing that, honey, if you want to."
"Of course I believe it," she said, "because it's the truth."
Meantime, Fred was getting hard again.
"What are we going to do about you, Freddie?" Peggy grinned.
Flashing her a knowing smile he asked, "How about another fuck?"
"Sure, honey," she said, "anything you want to do, tiger."
"Anything?" he smiled at her.
"Of course, darling," she said, "I just love fucking."
"You're good at it too," he told her.
"I guess I'm not bad," she admitted.
"Not bad, baby?" he smiled, "you are fantastic. Now, honey, why don't we get on the floor and do a wild animal fuck?"
"Why sure, honey," she said, "I would love it."
It didn't take Peggy long to spread a towel out on the floor and then she got down on all fours and moved over near the mirror where he could watch.
"You got it all set up, haven't you, honey?" he grinned.
"Right on, Fred," she said. "Get in there."
"Of course you know that I'm going to fuck your asshole?" he said.
Saying that she collapsed on the floor.
"In a pig's eye you are," she said. "Nobody, but nobody goes up my ass."
"Oh, it would be nice and tight," he told her. "Just right. That's the kind of fuck I like. I've got the cock for it too. You know it takes a real rigid cock to do ass fucking."
"I'm not a masochist," she said. "No matter how much you would enjoy it, and your sadistic impulses would delight in it, forget it."
"You women are all alike," he complained.
"We'll compromise, lover," she suggested. "How would it be if we did this. I will get on my hands and knees and bend over. You can stab my pussy from a back angle. Wouldn't that be tremendous?"
"It sure would," he said.
Now they were building to the big moment. Using some oil on his penis shaft he prepared it for the big invasion. Then he gripped her ass-cheeks and parted them. Slowly he introduced his penis between her legs from the backside.
"You can really ram it in a long way from this angle," she said. "In the pussy-fuckers' manual that I bought last week at the sex boutique, I read all about that. They said this position was the most."
"The most what?" he asked.
"You know," she said, "the most fantastic."
"You're not kidding," he said, as he slid in smoothly.
Farther and farther his shaft went in there. "Oh, I can feel it to my toes," she giggled excitedly.
"Is it that far in?" he demanded.
"Almost," she cried excitedly.
Now he was really going to town. Every minute he was enjoying it more and more. Faster and faster the hard cock drove in there. She loved it.
"Oh, fuck it, baby," he told her. "Fuck, baby, fuck."
The sensations were building every second and he loved it.
"Oh, wow!" he panted. "That is fantastic. Keep it going, baby."
The sensational action was building to a scorching climax. He knew that much more of this and he would get his rocks off and fast.
"I can't take much of this fucking," he told her. "It's tremendous. You know just how to grind your ass like a pro."
"A pro?" she said. "What do you mean?"
"You know, a professional hustler, honey," he smiled.
"Oh," she said, "one of those sluts."
"Come on, now," he said, "a professional is a professional. I admire a woman who knows how to use her body to give a man the ultimate orgasm."
"Well, I hope I give you one of those ultimate orgasms," she said. "I'm sure grinding my ass around enough. Don't you think so?"
"Oh, yes," he said, "you're really drilling it around there nice, baby."
Faster and faster the rock-hard cock slid in there and she enjoyed it more every moment.
"Fuck, baby," he told her, "fuck. Yes, yes, fuck!"
He bent over and his chest touched her back. Then his hot hands reached for her breasts. He massaged them, toying with the nipples.
"Oh, you excite me so much, honey," she told him. "You have no idea how much I love this. Oh, yes, lover, that's beautiful."
It seemed as if the sensations would never cease. Moment by moment the pleasure was building.
"Oh, wow! that's what I like. Yes, baby, yes."
Now the two of them were going out of their minds with passion and delight.
"Fuck, baby," he begged. "Fuck, baby. Oh, ah, yes, yes, keep it going."
The sensational sliding movements of his penis as it drove into her drove her wild.
"Keep it up, honey," he told her. "Keep it up."
The emotion-filled pleasure that he was deriving from this kind of sexual activity was increasing with every cock stab.
The rock hard cock slid in there smoothly as she wiggled about. Suddenly he exploded.
"I'm cuming," he cried, as he pinched her nipples so hard it hurt.
"Lay off on my nipples," she said complaining. "I don't want you to take them with you."
"Sorry about that, baby," he said. "I always like to pinch a woman's nipples when I fuck her at this angle."
"I can see that," she told him.
A few more rapid fire thrusts and she juiced.
"Oh, I'm slipping around in your stuff," he bragged.
"Great, baby," she told him.
It indeed was great for the both of them. They enjoyed it immensely. Finally he withdrew.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "you are too much."
He flipped over on his backside and then his wife charged into the bedroom.
"Coming, ready or not," she called out, as she barged into the bedroom.
"What on earth are you doing on the floor, dear?" she asked Fred.
"Rosemary," he said, "can't you ever leave me alone?"
"Well, dear," she said, "I thought maybe something bad happened. I can't imagine why you're down there on the floor."
"We're doing a floor fuck," she told her.
"A floor fuck?" she said. "What in hell is that?"
"Oh, it's fun to do it animal style," she said. "You get down on the floor and pretend you're a fucking animal. It's even more fun when you can wear a mask."
"Maybe you don't need a mask," Rosemary said. "Maybe you are a fucking animal. Getting down there on the floor, you don't know what my mother would say if she could see this."
All at once the front door opened. The landlord swept in with a camera and a photographer.
"They're in there," he said, as he heard where the voices came from.
Going over to the corner he wasted no time in opening the bedroom door. The flashbulbs popped and he kept telling his photographer to take more.
"More," he said, "we want to get pictures of this scum. Pictures we can show in court. I know what they've been doing in here."
When he had finished taking all the pictures that he wanted he hurried out with his photographer.
"Now look what you've done," Peggy panted. "We're all going to get kicked out of here."
"Don't you worry," Rosemary said, "you've got exactly what you deserve."
"Why aren't you angry about all of this?" Howard said.
Then her husband glared at her.
"Are you back of this?" Fred asked her angrily. "I wouldn't tell you if I was," she said. "You'd better tell me," Fred said, as he put his fingers on her throat.
"Don't you try choking me again," she said. "I told you I'd divorce you the last time you tried to kill me this way."
"You won't have to worry about a divorce, honey," he said. "You won't have to worry about a thing if you don't tell me the truth. What happened here?"
"Well, I was talking to mother about this swap session," she said, "and mother suggested I tell the landlord and see if he approved. Mother felt that it would be wrong for me to get involved in a situation where those who own the place didn't permit this type of goings on."
"But you're involved too, Rosemary," Fred reminded her.
"But I can always say that I came here under a threat," she said.
"Why you bitch," he complained.
"Well, it's true," Rosemary shrugged. "I didn't come here of my own volition. You said that you wanted another sexual playmate besides me, and you know perfectly well that you couldn't find a better sexual partner."
"Alright, honey," he said, "let's go visit your mom."
"At this time of night?" she said coyly.
"Yes," he replied, "at this time of night. I'm sick and tired of that old biddy butting her nose in our business. I can't even stick my cock into you without you telling me what your mom wants me to do about it. It's pretty damn sickening that we can't live our lives."
"Mom just thinks you're a very dangerous character," she said; "and you really can't blame her. Remember the time you tried to poison me?"
"Don't talk about that," he said angrily.
"I think you two would like to be alone," Peggy said smoothly.
Once they were outside the bedroom Peggy looked at her husband.
"Oh, honey," she said, "I'm so sick of this."
"So am I," he said.
"Did you have a good time with her?" Peggy demanded.
"I never had a worse time," he complained.
"Well, then I'm not such a bad screw am I, honey?" she said earnestly.
"You certainly aren't, baby doll," he said. "You have a fantastic piece of ass there and I've always said you were a tremendous piece of tail."
"What a lovely thing for you to say about your wife," she said. "Most people say that about their mistress."
"I can't afford a mistress," he chuckled.
"Well, I'm glad you can't," she said, "because I love you."
"Enough to quit working at that massage parlor," he asked quickly.
She thought about it a long moment.
"Honey," she said, "I haven't been happy working there and I don't care for these swap meets. Now, this thing here with the landlord coming in and photographing us and forcing us out. Using blackmail because of what we were doing."
"I know," he nodded, "we are in a mess."
"We are not only in a mess," she laughed, "we are a mess. Let's face it. We're both spoiled. We had each other and that's all we needed. If we would work toward showing each other more consideration, more kindness, maybe we wouldn't have to play around."
"I couldn't agree with you more," he said. "When I fucked that frigid woman and heard, all the sickening crap she had to tell me about her mother, I realized what a gem I had in you."
"Oh, that's so sweet of you to say that," Peggy sighed, as she wrapped her arms around her husband lovingly.
"You'd better put your clothes on, dear," she said. "That bastard landlord might be back for more pictures.
Then they kissed and made up, and nevermore did Peggy go back to the massage parlor. She had learned her lesson and was happy to be at home with her husband. Only, home meant a new apartment.