The long lemony blonde hair was wildly upset, falling all over the foxy sweet face. In the front, the hair fell way down, ending just at the round creamy titty tops. In the back, the wild blonde mane was even longer, covering the shapely back and culminating in a straight brush that just touched the crack of her rectum.
Perry walked around the bound blonde beauty. She'd been given a knock-out pill in her martini, a few hours ago. Then Perry brought her back to his apartment; a huge converted industrial loft in Downtown L.A., which had once been a dance studio. Perry liked it because it was large and isolated; no one else lived in the three-story commercial building, and it was very quiet on weekends. Also, it had hooks built into the ceiling, which had once been used to hold some sort of machinery. Before being a dance studio, the place had been used as a factory of some sort.
Perry didn't care about what kind of machinery was once in his apartment. The important thing was, the hooks were ideal for his current interest.
Bondage!
A bound beauty could be tied and hooked in a way that suspended her body from the ceiling. Hell, there was even a pulley device already installed, which allowed Perry to raise or lower his captive!
An ideal situation.
Candy Perkins felt herself returning to consciousness. She looked around her. She was suspended from the ceiling, arms tied over her head, which jutted out the creamy cone-shaped breasts she'd worn so proudly that evening. She had a flash of herself as she'd appeared at the private Hollywood party. Her girlfriends had warned her that the outfit-consisting of black leather, cut into what could only be described as an "S&M design"-was just begging for trouble.
But Candy was tired of waiting on tables in South Central L. A. She wanted a break. She knew, it was essential to catch someone's eye.
To catch, that is, the RIGHT someone's eye!
Now, as she came-to, she wondered about her judgment. She'd been watching Perry all night. He'd arrived in a red Corvette, wearing a conservative, elegant gray three-piece suit, an old style fedora, and dark sunglasses. She found him mysterious and handsome.
It was only a while later, when the hostess told Candy that Perry Mimms was a very wealthy movie producer, that she decided to break the ice.
As she dangled in front of a long mirror, observing the way her lithe body was pulled taut by the ropes and by gravity-her toes barely touched the floor-Candy remembered her next moves. She'd gone into the bathroom with her drink, and used an ice cube to stiffen her pale corkish titty tips.
She'd applied a touch more make-up to the big blue eyes, a fresh splash of red lipstick to her full pretty mouth, and a dab of perfume between the high creamy knockers. The way her nipples hardened made them protrude hotly through the slim clinging cotton top. The leather slacks were pussyhuggin' tight, and did everything possible to show off her full round hips, her pinched little waist, her long shapely legs. The cakes of Candy's ass were legendary! All of her roomies-two beautiful airline stewardesses, and a hopeful would-be actress like herself-admired Candy's rump cakes openly. They were heart-shaped mounds of passion!
Everywhere she went, men went berserk at the sight of those quivering cupcakes.
Often, Candy wore something loose around the rump, to keep the commotion down. But this night, to THIS party, she'd decided to pull out the jams and go all the way with it.
And she did!
After preparing herself, Candy approached her hostess, Annette, and arranged for an introduction. Annette was a very hip piece of high-Hollywood work. She knew what the lovely blonde girl had on her mind. But she didn't mind being of service.
"Perry Mimms," Annette opened, "this is a very dear friend of mine. Candy Perkins. Candy's from Kansas, Perry, and she came to Hollywood-"
"To break into movies," Perry said, completing Annette's words.
"Exactly," the hostess verified, winking and holding up her empty glass. "Excuse me, duty calls."
Once they were alone, Perry became quite friendly. "So what part of Kansas are you from, Candy?"
"Ah, Lawrence. It's a small college town. University of Kansas is there. And it's not flat like most of Kansas. It's got some nice hills, even a few mountains nearby."
"I have been through the midwest, Candy. I seem to remember a lake, going swimming with friends somewhere near the University."
"There's only one lake nearby, unless you mean the river that runs right-"
"Not a river, a lake."
"Yes, about an hour away, built by the Army Corps of Engineers. Is that the one?"
Perry Mimms smiled, then lit a cigarette and stepped back to look her over blatantly. "That's the one," he said softly. "I remember someone said it was a man-made lake. Nor many natural lakes around there."
"A problem," Candy said mechanically. She was more than a little aware of his eyes on her, appraising her, taking in her charms with a gleeful lust.
"So how do you feel about having the Pacific Ocean to play in?"
"Well, I haven't gone swimming yet. I've been working at a waitress in South Central. And spending my spare time taking acting lessons, working out at the gym to keep my body in shape. You know, activities related to the purpose I came here with."
"Keepin' your body in shape, hey?"
"Yes." She allowed her big blue eyes to twinkle at him, and was sure she sensed his excitation.
"I have a beach house outside of Santa Cruz. Care to come out for a swim?"
"Well, sure. When?"
"I was talkin' about now, Candy. I'm always talkin' about NOW. I don't make plans for more than a few hours away, because I never know what I'm going to be doing next. If you'd join me, I'd be happy to split from this noisy party."
"Well-"
"You've got quite a little figure there, Candy. You always wear leather slacks?"
"No, but I like to show off what I've got sometimes. Why not?"
"Yeah. You ever ahm, you ever experiment with any role playing?"
"What's that?"
"You know, like ... fantasy sex ... that sort of thing. Reason I'm asking, I'm involved in making a set of private videos for a very wealthy collector. See, he's an older gent. I don't think he gets it up much anymore. But he likes videos of beautiful young girls-especially blondes-in bondage."
"How wicked!"
"Yeah, well, since he pays so well, I told him I'd make him a few videos. But he's very fussy. The girls in these videos have to be more than pretty. They have to be lovely! Absolutely hypnotically beautiful. Breathtaking! I'm describing you, Candy Perkins. And I'm offering you a job. You will get five grand for each video. It takes me approximately two full days to shoot one, so you will have to disappear off the face of the earth for that time. I do all the shooting right in my beach house."
"Five thousand dollars for a two-day job?"
"Sure, and if my collector takes a shining to your body and looks, you can end up doing another one. And another one. Hell, you could keep it going for a good while with the right attitude."
"Perry, Mr. Mimms, that's a generous offer."
"Call me Perry please."
"Alright Perry."
A slow dance came on, and he took her hand, leading her to the dance floor. They danced close, with immediate familiarity.
Perry ran his thumb over her upper lip. "You are very exquisite, Candy," he let out dreamily. "I think you'd be great in one of these videos. And it could easily lead to other jobs."
"Film jobs?"
"Sure."
"Ah, Perry, is there much nudity?"
Perry smiled. "Sure is, girl, but that's just the beginning. These videos are down and dirty. The old guy, the collector, he likes to see a nice girl-butt in bondage, getting spanked until the cakes are red. He likes to see a pretty girl getting mouth-fucked, titty-fucked, rump-humped. He likes the video to end with a cum-shot. You know, a face full of hot pearls."
"Oh!?"
Perry laughed at how timid the haughty blonde suddenly appeared.
"I'm not used to that. I'm really a small-town girl. I've only been in L. A. for a few months, and most of my time is spent-"
"Waiting on tables. Give yourself a break, Candy. It's time to make some bucks. Besides, no one but the old man ever sees these things. They're for a private collection, I tell you. A VERY private collection. But if you look really hot, I can take some of the tamer out-takes and show them to some of my friends who caste movies."
"Yeah?"
"Oh yeah, baby."
"Well, I agree it's a good idea Perry. And I'm not completely opposed to the idea of a little sex. Even small-town girls like to hump, you know."
"I figured."
"But I've never done anything like ... like what you're describing."
As they danced, he placed a palm over her rump cakes. Lightly probing her lovely butt, Perry continued to talk her into a "wise" career move.
"Well, if you need something to get your courage up, that can be arranged as well."
"Like what?"
"Let my means remain a mystery. Do you consent to helping me? Will you play the female lead in one of my videos for five grand?"
"Yes, if I can."
"Leave the rest to me," he said with complete confidence in himself. "Alright."
A little while later, he'd given her that martini. All she remembered after that, was being assisted into the parking lot by Perry and one of his friends. She recalled being literally loaded into his cherry-red Corvette. Someone placed a bandanna over her lovely blonde mane. Then she sat back and relaxed as the wind washed over her face and neck, down into her cleavage.
"Perry!" Candy cried out.
Silence.
How long have I been here? she wondered. What is going on? Candy felt a strange absence of fear, but she was becoming a little alarmed. What if he left her here and went to do something? What if he had a car accident, and now she was strung through ropes, dangling in a man's loft in Downtown L.A. with no one to let her loose?
Horrors!
There was no way to tell the time correctly. It looked like dawn, out beyond the smoked glass loft windows. But that could easily be twilight.
Days? Was it possible she was bound in this position that long? Hopefully, it was morning, and the party had been last night
"Ahh, good morning Candy."
She strained against the ropes, but could not turn to face the voice.
Perry Mimms strolled out of the shadows, a paddle in his hand. He walked around the bound girl. Perry pinched the bound bitch cakes, caressed the bulged knockers, fondled the flat tightness of her belly.
"This is going to be one of my better videos," he said softly, looking at her.
Before she could ask one of a dozen questions rushing through her mind, Perry was behind her. He drew some kind of harness over her head, then held something over her lips. "Mouth open, Candy."
She obeyed, not wanting to anger him at the moment. She had a sudden fear of him. She was helpless. He could do as he wished.
"That's it, Candy," he said, adjusting the big black ball-gag so that it depressed her tongue. "Close your teeth on it and your jaw will be comfortable."
She felt her mouth lock into place as he adjusted the ball-gag, making it tight enough so all she could do was moan and hum.
He stepped back, testing the paddle on his palm. It was one of those sand-papered ping-pong rackets, and would look completely innocent in anyone else's hand. In Perry's the paddle looked sinister.
"I'm going to put on the video camera now, Candy, so relax, and just go with it. Things are out of your hand now. But you will leave here with five grand in good ol' U.S. currency."
He smiled broadly, pinching her rump cookies. "That should make this sting a bit less."
He was behind her now, out of sight. At first there was a long pause. Nothing at all happened. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him fooling with a remote-control device. She realized he was adjusting the camera that was recording this event.
Vanity made her straighten her spine and stop struggling with the ropes.
He moved in front of her. Bending his neck, he fluttered his tongue on her right nipple. It grew hard and moist. Then he repeated the process, and both her nipples were standing out moist and hard. Now these clothespins are prepared special," he whispered, winking. The springs have been expanded, so the clamps are not going to be very tight. They won't fall off, but they won't squeeze you enough to do any damage, either, Candy."
She whimpered softly as he placed a clothespin on the right nipple, adjusted it slightly, and then another clothespin on the left nipple.
Perry moved back, and she realized he was stepping out of the way so the camera could examine her closely. He continued to operate his remote control device as he casually walked behind her.
WhAcK!
The ping-pong paddle's sandpaper side came down flush on her rump cakes. CrAcK!
"Hmmmmmm!"
The bound blonde beauty sputtered and groaned, but the ball-gag kept her from begging as the paddle descended again on her cakes.
WhAck!
"Hmmmmm! Ahhh!"
The girl's head moved suddenly, causing the long blonde mane to crack like a whip and fan out over her creamy bosoms.
Perry paused a second. He grabbed up the straight blonde hair and fastened it into a large ponytail at the crown of her head.
Then he stepped back again.
Perry felt his prick throb in his slacks. The blonde bitch was absolutely beautiful. She had that icy unapproachable blonde-bitch quality. Such a woman looked entirely exciting, bound and helpless!
Perry left her so that her bulging knockers were facing the camera. He spanked her rump from behind.
Whack!
"Hmmmm!"
Whack!
Crackle!
Whack!
The bound blonde beauty began to dance under his savage blows now, as her hot steamy body broke sweat and glistened with moisture. The girl was taking deep breaths, and with her ball-gagged mouth, she was forced to take in air through the nose. Her nostrils flared wildly as the big bulging knobs heaved.
Whack!
Crackle!
"That's my sweet Candy. Dance for your master!" Perry hissed, in between paddles.
He spun her around, so the hot red rump now faced the camera. He adjusted the remote so the lens would zoom in on the girl-cakes as closely as possible. He wanted the red balls visible!
Perry pinched her bitch cakes. He delicately parted the round butt balls, allowing the camera to pick up a shot of her little butt-button.
Standing behind her, he suddenly dropped his slacks and moved his erect throbber between the bound girl's legs. He let it rub on her rump button, then further down to the blonde bush around her pussy lips.
Perry rubbed his dick on Candy's clitoris, allowing the bound beauty to dance on his throbber for a while. He could feel her excitation, and strongly wished for her to enjoy this. Even though he was employing pain, he wanted her to enjoy it. The way to do that, he knew, was to mingle sensations.
Pain and pleasure both reside in the Realm Of Intensity. And Perry-as a skilled MASTER-knew how to play with a slave girl's sensations until they were ready to implode!
"Roll those big hips for me, Candy Cakes!"
The girl's lower body was not bound in any way that prohibited her from rotating her round girlish hips. She did so now, sputtering with excitement as he rubbed her clit with his dick.
Soon he could see she was on the verge of orgasm.
"Ok Candy!" he said, reaching behind her head and unfastening the harness. He removed the ball gag just in time for her to-
"Ohhhhhh yessssss!" the blonde beauty let out, lifting her upper lip. The white sparkling teeth glistened as the little pink tongue came out and moistened her lips. She rolled her big blue eyes with obvious pleasure as Perry worked her button.
"Dance on my dick, bitch!"
"Ohhhh, I'm going to-"
"Cum for me, Candy Cakes!"
The bound girl's body quaked and quivered with spasms of orgasmic release.
Perry reached down and pressed his throbber to her clit as she danced like mad on him; straining on the ropes that bound her wrists over her head.
Tossing her lemony blonde mane as she spasmed, the sweet girl let out a great groan of pleasure as the peak of her orgasmic storm made her toss and thunder.
Perry was content to press it to her. He did not allow himself to trigger yet. He wanted his first shot to be well-aimed!
On that pretty moist mouth!
When her passion receded, Perry moved back. He let the camera catch the dreamy afterglow on her pretty blue eyes, on her contented face.
Then he spun her around slowly, so the camera could again focus on the hotly red mounds of her rectum. He pinched up a hunk of girl flesh and bent his head. He bit her!
She felt his teeth sink into the soft sweet freshly-spanked flesh of her rectum!
"Ouch!"
"Ouch! Not so hard!"
He looked up. "Sorry," he said, winking. "I could not resist. Such a precious little butt. Well, not LITTLE exactly. But shapely. So very shapely." He picked up the paddle.
"It's already sore!" she protested, whimpering as he again squeezed her cakes.
"That's the whole idea," he explained. "I'm going to take a ride on that fine butt. I'm gonna ride you like a big motorcycle. But first, I have to fire-up the engines a little."
Whack!
"Yyyyowwww!"
Crackle!
"Ohh Perryyyy!"
Crackle!
Whack!
Crackle!
"Perry please!" the girl whimpered. She didn't want to beg him, but he reduced her to that within a few hearty strokes of the paddle.
Then he began to abstract her pain, by taking a dildo and holding it to her clit as he spanked her rump. Every motion of the paddle made her lower body jostle, which shook her big bound tits and shoulders, made her nostrils quiver with each breath, and made her hot little clicker rub on the dildo!
Crackle!
"Ouch!
Whack! "Oh! OoOo! WhAcK!
"Ohmmmmmmm!" she let out, knockers heaving, big blue eyes rolling, her lower body dancing between the paddle and the dildo.
"I'm going to slave-train you, Candy Cakes."
Crackle!
Whack!
"I'm going to teach you how to please a master!" he swore, lifting the paddle yet again.
When both cakes were well-tanned, Perry put the racket down. He placed a step-stool behind her, and stepped up on it.
"Now, I'm going to unhook you from the ceiling. But I will keep your leash attached to the wall. Don't move while I adjust-"
"My leash?"
"Yes, Candy. This is known as bitch-training. You are going to wear a leash for the time it takes to finish this video. That's two full days. Think of the five grand you will be leaving here with."
"But ... but Perry, I'm supposed to be at work on Monday morning?"
"I'll pay you extra for the day."
"But what if I lose my job?"
"I'll hire you as my assistant."
She stopped complaining. He had all the answers alright. And he knew what she wanted to hear. As humiliating as this was, it was a far-shot better than waiting on tables in a greasy spoon in South Central LA.
Perry unhooked the blonde from the ceiling hook. He took her leash and attached it to another hook; this one on a distant wall. He pulled her back from it far enough to pull the body taut, then made her bend over.
Perry tied her ankles to her wrists, forcing her into a buttocks-up half-moon. He placed her on a mattress on the floor, so her knees would not bruise from the hardwood floors.
Then he stepped back and let the camera take it all in. She looked stunning, sobbing softly on the floor, her glorious knobs bulging together to form a deep cleavage, her arms outside the long sweet stalks of her legs, but wrists tight to ankles in a way she could not modify. Her red rump cakes were up in the air.
Perry paddled her cakes a few more times. But they were already punished, and he didn't want to make the pain overtake the pleasure she was feeling. He placed the paddle down and mounted her from the rear.
"I'm gonna doggie-fuck my little slave's butt," he said, grabbing her ponytail and holding her head back, to the side. He reached down and nibbled on her ear as his penis slid between her spanked cakes.
"Ohh, Perry," she gasped, feeling his throbber on her button again.
"You've got a sweet body, Candy. I love watching a golden girl body dance on the ropes."
"Mmmmmm," she let out, eyes closed in deep pleasure as he rubbed his dick on her clit and pussy. He was being very gentle now, and she allowed herself to internalize the pleasure.
CHAPTER TWO
A Supreme contentment showed on her face. "Lift those buns!"
The bound girl strained against the ropes, in an attempt to obey her master. "Higher bitch!" The bitch cakes lifted.
Perry's dick rested in the cleavage between her rump cakes. He throbbed, and a hot pearl came out to decorate her gorgeous butt. He rubbed the pearls into her spanked rump softly.
"Ooooo!"
"Later I'm going to oil you, Candy," he promised. "It will stop stinging when Doc Perry goes to work on it, don't worry."
"Ok Master," she said softly, getting into it with him now.
Hearing himself addressed as "master" fired Perry up. He could see, the girl was right for the role he'd caste her in. How nice!
"Let's part the legs for your master now. Let me in, Candy."
"Ohh!"
"Relax that sweet shit-chute, Candy. Your master is going to sink it in right between those big girl cakes. Just take a deep breath."
"Perry, I've never-"
"Ohh! That's tight." He'd screwed in the mushroom-tip of his rod. Her asshole was a scorcher!
"I've never let a man put it in my buttocks before," she softly intoned.
"Tight!" he gasped, screwing in another inch.
"Perry, are you sure it's alright to do that? This is new to meeeee!"
She felt the hard phallus pushing into the tightness of her rump. What a strange feeling, she mused. Not exactly like anything she'd ever experienced. And yet, it was not exactly unpleasant.
It felt like ... it felt like she was being penetrated by a being who owned her body! It felt like she was the property man.
Her MAS ER:
"Relax the asshole, Candy. That's m'girl. Let me get it in deep."
"Oh Perry that's as deep as it will go. Perry please don't-"
"Baby, that's some fine rump you got there," he gasped, pushing in until most of his shaft was deep in her asshole snugly.
Perry sensed her discomfort. The girl's spine tightened and she suddenly shivered in pain. He wanted, again, to mingle pain and pleasure. He reached under the tight girl belly and began fondling her clitoris as he sank his throbber deep in the tight girl rump.
"Ok Candy, now that it's planted in your ass, you don't have to relax it anymore."
Perry groaned as the girl's tight asshole drew closed around his throbbing dick.
"Oh yeah!"
"Mmmm," she let out softly, dancing as his fingers tickled her clitoris.
"Dance for me. Move those sweet cakes."
"Oh yes Master!"
The girl's hips took off! Her mojo slipped into high gear as she began to bump and grind with his dick planted firmly in her rump.
"Baby, you're a pleasure to rump-hump. Squeeze me with that tight ass."
"Yes Master!"
He nibbled on her ear as his dick throbbed deep in her ass. He was on the edge, and had to pull out to keep from spilling.
"I want to ride you for a while, Candy, so if I pull out make sure you stop. Don't reach up and hold me in or I'll spunk. You don't want your master to spill. He will get mad and further tan your cakes."
"Alright Master."
Perry reached under her and fondled her tits. He removed the clothespins from her titty tips so he could cup the big knobs and push them up. He looked over her shoulder as he fucked her ass.
Each downward thrust caused the girl body to tense and tingle, making the knobs bounce and quake, making the tight belly ripple.
"Perryyyyy!"
"Sweeeet Candy!"
"Are you going to cum in my ass?" she asked softly, wondering out loud.
"Not this time, Candy. I want this to be a cum shot, baby."
"What's that mean?"
"It means ... on that pretty face, Candy. I'll gonna pull out of your ass in a minute. Give me a nice squeeze goodbye."
She contracted her rump muscles around his throbbing dick. It felt strange to have a man in her that way. She wondered if everyone did this? It was new to her. The idea, of course, had dawned on her. But she thought it was just a whim that no one really bothered with.
Small-town girl!
Perry lifted his lower body, and the hot cock popped out of the blonde's rump. He stood up. He had a steaming towel in his hand suddenly, as if by magic. He wiped his dick off completely, cleaning and polishing the jewels as he admired his bound beauty.
Then he took a fresh towel and washed once again. When he was satisfied, the towels fell to the floor, and Perry moved her once again.
He untied her wrists and removed her from the harness he'd used to hook her on the ceiling and wall. But he placed a slimmer leather harness on her; one that contained a device that could only be described as a leash.
Like a doggie leash!
He led her across the loft with the leash, and guided her down on a wide round bed. "Is this where you sleep?"
"Yeah, it's large and comfy. I like to kick around in my sleep, so I needed a big bed. It also has some interesting features, which you will shortly discover."
"Like?"
He pushed a button. There was a skylight over the bed, and it slid, hydraulically, open. There was also a large mirror-actually two mirrored panels in the ceiling-which suddenly became visible.
"Now lie in the center and spread your legs, Candy. Arms up over your head."
He quickly set up the stirrups that were built into the bed, so that her ankles and wrists were locked into position. The golden girl body was then pulled taut, by an electrical device that he controlled.
She looked down at herself. By pulling her taut, he'd made the knockers bulge out, the leg tops swell.
Perry sat on her belly, his balls dangling on her titty tops.
"Now let's titty fuck our little blonde slave bitch," he let out.
She watched his face, enjoying the lust with which he scooped up her firm high bosoms and pushed them together. His dick was between her knobs now, as he titty-fucked her hotly.
"Candy-tipped knockers," he let out. "My favorites!" He tweaked her nipples.
"You made me cum before, Perry," she let out, between gasps.
"Yeah, I like to watch a hot blonde bitch spasm and quiver like that."
"Men don't usually make me cum. Not even when they're being gentle and well-intentioned."
"Maybe that's the problem. Maybe you need to be man-handled to be happy, bitch!" he said, grabbing her lemony-blonde ponytail and jerking her head back. His fingers moved over her full red mouth.
"I'm going to teach you to suck cock, Candy. You ever give a man head before?"
"Well, once, back in Kansas. The guy was my boyfriend for like, a month, and I'd only been letting him kiss me," she confessed, smiling wickedly.
"Did he titty-fuck you?"
"No Master. You're the first to do that."
"Did he rump fuck you?"
"No way!"
"Did he fuck your pretty mouth?"
"Yeah, that he did. But that's all!"
"No pussy?"
"No Perry, I've only let a man take my pussy once. And that was ... that was a movie star. I won't betray his name. I met him when I first came here. He ... he took my cherry."
"The bastard. Well, I'm taking your rump-cherry and your mouth-cherry. I should be happy with that. Now open those pretty lips for Master."
Perry moved up, so his balls were between her knockers, his dick almost touching her mouth.
"Let me see the tongue!"
She wet her lips with her tongue, then fluttered it lightly over his pulsing penis tip.
"Ohhhh right!"
"Mmmmmm!" Candy let out, reaching up to lick a pearl off the tip of this throbber.
"You're gonna be a natural suck slave. I can sense it. When a pretty bitch learns to give head right, there's no stopping her Candy."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. And you're in luck. I like expert sucking. I'm going to make you my expert!"
He moved his penis over her full red mouth, leaving a glistening coating of lube on her upper lip and cheek. The cheeks were so soft and pale, so smooth and milky. Perry almost spurted, just looking at this steaming hot plate of slave pussy under him.
He moved aside slightly, remembering the angles for the camera. He adjusted the focus through the remote control, so his cum shot would register as a close-up.
Perry smiled. "I'm going to deep-throat that pretty mouth," he gasped, moving down into her face. He let his dick slide over her cheeks, chin, over the wide blonde brow and back down under her chin.
"Suck it now, sweet face!"
The girl licked her lips, then fluttered her pink tongue on the hot throbber grazing her face. In a matter of seconds, he was inside her.
"Ohh, Candy!"
"Mmmmmmm!"
"Suck that big cock, bitch. Take it in! Deeper. I want to see the whole thing inside your face!"
He clutched her ponytail, she could no longer move her head back on the downbeats. Then he began drilling his dick into her mouth mercilessly.
"All of it, bitch!"
"Mmmmmmm!"
The girl almost choked on a downbeat. She began to sputter and gasp. But Perry was no longer being polite. He fed her deep dick, whether she was ready or not. His hot throbber sank into her face, as the hot balls almost covered her perky little nose.
"Take it, Candy. Deep-throat your master now. All the way in!"
The blonde girl's big blue eyes bulged as she struggled to contain him. She felt his ass grazing her nipples as he sat on her knobs and fed his dick into her mouth. He held her ponytail tightly.
"Alright, now I'm going to dick-whip the bitch," he hissed. "Pout for me. Tongue out!"
He held his dick down with a widely spread palm, rubbing his penis over her lips and chin. Her face was coated with lube as he dick-whipped the sweet blonde.
The camera caught every twitch of Perry's dick, whipping the creamy sweet blonde bitch. He continued to dick whip her until he felt the hot waves.
Then he knew.
"Alright, when I start to spurt, Candy, you open your mouth wide for Master. I want to see my cum on your lips, on your tongue."
"Yes Master!"
"Now!"
She closed her eyes and opened the red mouth wide. Her little pink tongue jutted out, and she felt hot spurts of cum landing on it. She also felt the hot jizz on her lips, on her chin and cheeks, on her nose and brow. She was covered with hot sauce now, as he moved down and jammed the hot throbber between her tits.
Perry cupped the sides of her big knobs, pushing them together as the last few spurts dribbled into her cleavage hotly.
When he was done shooting, he hovered over her face and let the last few drops land on her perky freckled nose. Then he moved in line with her mouth.
"Lick me off", bitch."
He jerked her ponytail and the big blue eyes opened. "What?"
"Lick it off. It's sticky. I want you to clean your master's dick with your tongue like a good little slave bitch."
"Alright Master."
He watched every movement of her hot pink tongue, as she licked the hot sauce off of his throbbing penis.
When he was satisfied, Perry untied the young girl, and let her stretch her legs a little. She'd been bound since the moment she woke up.
"Perry, how'd this happen to me?"
He was running bath water, washing her off with a wash cloth as she stood waiting to go into the bubbly bath to cool off.
"Last night at the party, I knew you were perfect. I also knew, if I told you what was coming at you, you might not be so brave. So I slipped you a knockout drop in your martini."
"Is that how I fell asleep like that?"
"Well, yeah."
She laughed. "I was so frightened when I woke up tied up and hung on a hook."
"I wanted you frightened. You will see the video. Fear is a hard thing to fake. Your fear was real, and it will make this video very hot. I wouldn't be surprised if my gentleman sponsor wants more videos of yours. I wouldn't be shocked if he slipped me an extra few grand for this one. It's going to be good."
"Think so?"
"I know so. So who was the movie star that popped your cherry?"
"Perry please, that's hard enough to think about. I was such a star-struck little idiot. I should have made him beg for it."
"Oh?"
"I mean, I was too easy."
"Girl, you've got to be difficult in this town, or people think you're not worth anything. That's part of the reason movie stars are such prima donnas. They're flexing their power because it's the only thing that kind of power is good for."
"Meaning?"
"Well, when you're hot in Hollywood, you know it's not going to last forever. It never does. So while you have it, you do something with it. So what's to do? Shit fit! Throw tantrums. Make the producers and directors clean up the messes you make."
"Really?"
He shrugged. "Seems to be the way around here.
And why not?"
"I don't know. All new to me."
"Candy, after we finish this video, you are going to experience a change of luck. With me behind you, kid, I can see to it that you get work. I mean, commercials, bit parts on television shows. And finally, if the right people see your magic the way I do ... a movie contract."
"Think so?"
"Know so."
"Oh Perry!"
Perry oiled her golden cakes, her long sweet legs, her feet and toes and ankles. He splashed oil all over the blonde girl's creamy, fresh from the bath, flesh. She was a beauty alright.
That evening she slept at the foot of his bed, like a slave girl. He told her that, when she woke, her first duty as his slave girl would be to lick him awake with her tongue.
"Sort of like an alarm clock, Candy," he commanded.
Candy did as she was told. She popped a cherry-from a bowl next to the bed-into her mouth and chewed it. Then, she set to work obeying his commands.
The blonde beauty got between her master's legs. She stroked his penis. He was fast asleep, but his prick wasn't. It stood up at attention.
She grabbed the shaft in her fist, like a gear shift. Then she pulled the tip over towards her lips. The little pink tongue whipped over his throbber.
Perry's eyes opened and he looked down at the source of the sweet sensations that were building in his balk. It was the girl from the party. Of course! He always woke up cloudy-headed in the morning. Candy! His newfound female treasure.
"Ok baby, slide on it," he said, reaching over for the remote control. He activated the video camera. "Give me my morning blowjob, slave bitch," he hissed.
The girl was already sliding down deeply over his hot shaft. She had received ample instructions on sucking the day before.
"Good girl!"
"M mmmmm!
"Practice makes perfect, suck girl. And you are going to be practicing a lot before this video is made. I love the way you take it in."
"Mmmmmmm!"
On the downbeat, her little perky nose touched his underbelly. She let him guide her, his hand on her pony tail guiding her up and down, up and down. His fingers reached for her big knobs, and soon he was pressing his balls to her tits as he fucked her mouth.
"Ok, stop! Move back."
As she drew back, he began to spurt. He aimed his throbber so that hot spurts of jizz landed on her titty tops, between the knobs, on her face!
"Mouth open for Master!"
The girl knew what he wanted now. She stuck her tongue out. Hot spurts of jizz landed on her tongue, on her lips and teeth.
"That's my bitch!"
"Oooo, Master," she let out, as he jerked her ponytail and made her head pull back.
He finished spunking on her face by shooting a hot pearl onto her forehead.
Cum dribbled from the corners of her red mouth. Hot cum glistened on her cheeks and chin and brow. She felt like she was coated with his male sauce now, as he stood up and shook out the jewels.
"Alright, to the shower, young lady. I want my slave to wash her face. In fact, I want that whole golden body squeaky clean. I have plans for you today."
"Yes Master."
In the bathroom, Perry began as he had yesterday. He took a washcloth and scrubbed her golden limbs. Then he had her soak in the bubbles for an hour, while he prepared his devices.
After her bath, Perry oiled her from head to toe. He paused for a moment to lick and kiss her tiny little feet. The tiny toes were delicious and he spent a good while licking and kissing them.
"This little piggy was gobbled up by Master," he said, biting her smallest toe.
"Ouch!"
She drew back her foot.
Perry grabbed her leg and moved her foot back into position. "I'll try not to get carried away, Candy. I'm going to finish shrimping you."
He licked her toes, holding her foot so she could not get away.
The blonde beauty had never imagined anything like this, but had to admit it was pleasant having a handsome studly man lick her toes.
Yes, she liked it!
In fact this whole scene was, well, FUN! She did not mind being bound by ropes and worshipped by a master. The idea was a bit of a shock, but the actual action was pretty nice.
If the girls back in Lawrence Kansas could see this, Candy mused as her master licked her toes and nibbled on her feet.
She admired her reflection in the elaborate mirror arrangements. She looked more like a queen than a slave, lounging there having her toes nibbled and licked. How very nice!
But Perry wasn't happy with just her toes. After shrimping her into delirium, Perry parted her long smooth legs and got on his hands and knees between them. He gave her a playful kiss on the pussy.
"Now you are going to see what it's like to have your cunt worshipped."
The blonde beauty fell into a swoon as Perry's tongue parted her pussy lips aggressively. He actually managed to move his tongue into her.
"OoOoOoOooOOooOO!" the blonde beauty crooned hotly, her nostrils flaring wildly, her mouth gasping for breath as the hot tits heaved.
He had her dancing on his tongue in a matter of seconds, driving his hot hungry tongue into her, lapping up her pussy dew.
"OoOoO!"
"Mmmmm, I love it," he let out, looking up. His face was coated with her pussy sauce, and he had a glazed hunger in his eyes.
"Perry!"
"Look at me when I suck your cunt, slave girl!"
"Oh yesss!"
His eyes remained on her, as he slid his tongue into her cunt and wiggled it around. "Perrryyyyyy!"
She rolled her hips, pushing and humping his hot tongue as it moved in and out of her pussy. He was giving her the first real tongue-fucking of her life, and giving it to her properly.
His palms were under her ass, holding the bucking young blonde filly in place for his drilling tongue. Soon he realized that her pussy and entire delta was so wet, it would be a simple thing to finger-fuck her rump.
As she gasped and danced on his tongue, Perry slid his pinky into the tight heat of her rectum. Damn, that was some tight stuff! He recalled how sweet her butt chute felt around his dick, and it made him throb.
"Fuck me, Master," she implored. She humped his tongue hotly, gasping, pleading for her master's penis.
Perry didn't get up. He continued tongue-whipping her clitoris and slipping it in and out of her pussy. He wanted her to orgasm with his mouth on her.
"OOOOOOOOO!"
The girl threw her head back and yelped out a great howl, of release, as her spine tightened and her titties quivered and quaked.
The 'gasm hit her flush in the pit of her delta, causing her to close her inner thighs around her master's ears. He couldn't hear her now, as she whimpered and bellowed in passionate release.
Perry knew she was done, because she released his head from a vice-like grip of her inner thighs. He didn't mind being pressed into her like that. It was pleasant. Exciting. She was in a complete swoon now, covered with pussy dew in the fiery closeness of his lovely blonde slave girl. He gasped.
"Too much!"
"Now fuck me, Master. Please fuck meeeeeee!"
He stood up. "In time. First, we have to apply the ropes. But I have some things to do first so ... why don't you shower and get breakfast ready?"
"Breakfast?"
He chuckled. "Well, I hate to be so pedestrian, but we do have to eat, slave girl."
"Yes, ok."
He pointed to the kitchen. "I have phone calls to make. You look a bit light-headed."
"To say the least," she concluded, chuckling. She got up, shaky but functional, and went into the kitchen as Perry got on the phone.
CHAPTER THREE
Perry Called his special account, and told the rich investor that he had some very special bondage videos coming up for him. He mentioned, casually, that due to the nature of this material, it might be a little more expensive than the usual.
When the older gentleman had no objections, Perry fired up to say why. "She's absolutely the way you like them, Sir. Beautiful, blonde, young, and very nice. Firm breasts, full lips, long creamy legs. I tell you, she's knocking me way out of shape."
The old gentleman's only complaint was not about money. He wanted to know why he couldn't pick the tapes up immediately; even if they were-not complete.
"Let's do it the usual way, Sir. Two full days, that allows me to make you three or four ninety-minute tapes. And it allows me to employ some technique. You know, have the excitation build and achieve some tension. Please, I know what I'm doing with a camera, Sir."
Finally, the old gent agreed that Perry knew what he was doing. But he wanted a call as soon as the two days were complete and the tapes could be handed over to him for his viewing.
Perry promised.
Under the guise of checking his equipment, Perry gave the blonde girl an errand to perform, and set about to view some of the video he'd already made.
It was some fine material alright!
Watching the blonde girl fuck and suck, watching her bound, with her breasts bulging out and her shapely rump wrapped in thongs, was a sight.
He immediately wished he'd not sent her so far. It would take her hours to cross town, pick up the items he'd asked her to buy, and return.
But as far as Perry was concerned, it was all part of her training. He realized that Candy had potential beyond the video tapes, beyond the money she would make, he would make, from the old gent who liked to pay to view some kinky bondage.
Candy was, simply put, a total treasure! The most divine pussy he'd ever come across. Totally willing to please.
No matter what!
Perry took a shower and poured himself some brandy. He finished watching the videos, then decided to distract himself with some television.
It did not work.
Every time a blonde girl came on the tube, his dick throbbed in anticipation of Candy's return. After a while he realized it.
He was hooked!
When he finally heard her at the door, his heart began to pound. Was she REALLY back? Operating under the fear that it was someone else, he raced for the door.
There she was!
"Come in Candy."
She placed down the shopping bags, looking a little frazzled from being out doing battle in L.A. "The stores were mobbed."
"I'm glad you're back. I watched some of our tapes," he said.
"And?"
"Real good."
"Oh?"
"Candy, the camera eats you alive! You're a natural kid. I bet you could make it in legit film in this town. I know you could."
"Well, maybe I'll get a chance ... someday."
She looked down, dejected.
"Hey baby, if you only knew who this video thing is for. I can't tell you, but let me say that he is big in the movie industry."
"Really?"
"Candy, if he likes you ... if he really decides you're great and rallies for you, you can go places you haven't dreamed of yet."
"Perry!"
"You're a little piece of ass! And as soon as you animate the camera follows you like a mooning teenager with a hard-on."
She giggled.
"Now let's go out and get a bite of lunch, then come back and ahm, work' on our video project," he said, smiling broadly.
"Ok, great!"
The red Corvette's top was still down from last night, as they entered the garage and got in. Perry pushed a button and the iron garage door raised slowly, laboriously, with a squeaking sound.
He revved hard and goosed the gas, ejaculating them into the streets of L.A.
MUNCHIES was the happening spot in Beverly Hills; sort of like a Greek luncheonette, Beverly Hills style. The food was decent, the company could be electrifying, and the atmosphere was intense.
Candy was not familiar with this world, but obviously Perry was. He parked out front, between a Bentley and a Ferrari. They walked in arm and arm. Candy was aware of the many eyes that played, appraisingly, over her tightly dressed female form.
"You have no idea how much movie power is in the joint," he whispered.
"Really?"
Trust me darling."
Candy swung her hips a bit more than usual as they swept through the corridor, past rows of booths and tables, settling on a corner booth near a window.
A gum-snappin' waitress with a highly teased hairdo swung over, winked at Candy, tapped her pen on her pad as she hovered over Perry.
The usual Mr. P," she let out.
"I guess. In fact, make it two."
"Fine." She looked bored as she slid the pen back in her breast pocket. She stood with hand on hip for another moment, then did a turn and swung her hips as she walked off to the kitchen.
"Could have been a great actress," Perry said.
"What?"
The waitress. You probably don't recognize her. Thalia Williams is her name. About ten years ago she hit Hollywood like a dose of clap. She was everywhere! The chic clubs, the dance joints, the jazz clubs. She was trying to get discovered. And I guess she still is trying, in her own little way."
"Didn't work, hey??"
"I don't know. For a while she was doing just fine. She played in a few soap operas. She was making a name. Then she fell for this guy-I think he was a jazz musician-and they started going to Vegas for weekends. You know, take a break from the neon."
"Vegas is ALL neon!" Candy gasped.
"Yeah, somebody should've made her realize that. By the time their flings were over, he was in hock for twenty years. She still lives with him. I imagine she makes enough here to pay off at least part of the vig on their many fat loans."
"Gee."
"Thalia Williams used to be a glorious piece of ass. You can still see it, if you look close."
"You can?"
"Well, you'd have to hose her down some. She's trying to look eighteen. That's a common mistake around here. We've got teenagers old enough for social security in Hollywood. Beverly Hills too."
"Yeah, from the back you think you're following them to junior high school. You see them from the front, you could shit purple from the sight!"
Perry laughed. "Shit purple, hey? Is that a Lawrence Kansas expression?"
"I doubt it."
"Are there many expressions native to Lawrence?"
"Well, when you're driving in a car and someone wants you to make a left, they say Hang a Louie.' If they want you to hang a right, they say, 'Hang a Ralph.'"
"I see. Ralph and Louie. Well, sounds as good as any other way of saying it. In fact, just a little better than most."
She laughed. She hadn't thought of things like that lately. It made the blonde beauty feel a touch of homesickness to think about Kansas styles and slang words and expressions.
Thalia Williams returned with two large plates on a tray, which was complete with drinks and condiments. She placed everything down.
"Happy chompin' kiddies," the bored waitress who was almost a star, let out in a monotone.
When she walked off, Candy whispered to Perry.
"I see what you mean. I bet she was once really pretty," she gasped. "Do you really think she could still be under that make-up and tired face?"
"Sure. If she had a name and some studio zombie wanted to bring her back from the dead, it'd be a simple matter of taking her down the hall to makeup department. They'd hose her down and start from scratch. I've seen them turn out some real product, using a lot less raw material," Perry confided.
"Wow!"
"What you see on the screen is rarely what actually is, you know."
"I guess."
"Yeah, well, they use extras like water. If a star doesn't have the greatest tits, and they wanna do a tit shot, they have a stand-in with great knobs do the scene for her."
"No kidding?"
Perry shrugged. "Now in your case, Candy, they wouldn't need anything like that."
Candy smiled. "Ah, that's so nice to hear."
"It's true, honey. You are one bitchin' piece of girl flesh."
Candy blushed.
"Come on you knew that. What are you doing here? You are here, because you know you've got something to sell, babe."
"Oh?"
"Let's face it, the majority of girls stay in Kansas, Candy."
"I guess."
"I know."
They finished eating and walked out, after Perry pressed a generous wad of singles into Thalia Williams dishpan hand and winked at her.
"See you on the silver screen, toots."
"Yeah, you know what fat chance means?"
They walked out and got into the red Corvette. It was a pleasant clear mid-morning in Beverly Hills. And they had no pressure to do anything. They decided to take a little drive.
"I've got the camera in the car," he said, "let's see if we can find a private spot and do some video shooting," Perry said.
"Perry, let me ask you something."
"Shoot."
"This guy, your ahm sponsor, he's got enough money to pay you to run around sniffing out pussy and making a video for his enjoyment?"
"Baby, if he started spending right now, full blast, he'd be broke by the time he was four-hundred-years-old. He's living on the interest of his interest. Comes from an old established family of swindlers. Very respectable. All the respectability that can be bought-and that's most of it-he has purchased in full."
T see."
"Not really, but that's fine. You're not wicked enough to understand. A guy like ... ahm ... Mr. X, well, he just got so used to the servants doing everything, he can't even do his own fucking anymore. It's just too much bother really. And you get all sticky."
Candy giggled.
"So he wants a guy like me, who is basically a wolf, to go out and bag his sweets for him. It's a pain in the ass, really, but it keeps me busy between projects, and pays better than most."
"Really?"
"Trust me. If you are getting five grand for two days work, what do you think I'm getting?" She shrugged.
"Whatever your guess is, triple it. Multiply by ten. Add a zero."
"Aww, come on now!"
"Kidding of course, but it's a lot. You can be sure of that."
"Well, good for you."
"Say, I know of this deserted mansion up in the Hollywood Hills. It's a romantic spot, where this famous movie star from the forties used to tuck away and screw his co-stars. Wanna go hang there and maybe take some video? Do a little work?"
"Sure, Perry, let's go!"
Perry kept bondage equipment and his video camera in the boot of the Corvette, right under the soft top. He told her to slip into some vines, handing her a very skimpy pair of pussy-huggin' denim hot pants that were cut so high they barely covered her little blonde bush. He gave her a pair of nylons with garters, to round out the long leggy look. And a pair of six-inch fuck-me pumps for the little feet.
Perry's sponsor loved tiny girl-feet, especially when they were attached to a haughty leggy blonde bitch-goddess. Oh yeah!
For the top, Perry selected a tight abbreviated push-up bikini top, which was flame-red, and set off the creamy freckled bosoms nicely.
He stepped back to admire her through the lens of his video camera.
"Smile for me, Candy Buns!"
The girl was getting the hang of things. She had seen enough modeling in her day to be able to come out with some pouty cheesecake, and she broke out the big guns at once for her man.
"How's this?"
The cone-shaped knockers protruded. The bones in the bikini top pushed her knobs up so high, the creamy tit tops spilled over the red material.
He walked up to her and gave her a kiss on the full red lips. As he was probing her with his tongue, Perry pinched her titty tips to harden the little cork-buttons so they'd protrude.
"Mmmm, baby, that's about right. Now, before I put the ropes on you, sweets, I want to see you jerk off for the camera a little bit. Let's see, hmmm," he walked back to the car and pulled a blanket out of the boot.
The abandoned cottage was opulent. It was set into the Hollywood Hills in such a way, that no one could see the cottage itself, or the small elegant patio. They were on the patio, which was bordered by a plush garden. They could hear the occasional car roll by on the road, but no one could see them.
Perry's sponsor, the old gent, owned this cottage. He did not use it. It was, actually, a very convenient tax write-off, and once in a while the old fuck tucked his ass away with a young Hollywood beauty. It was an ideal setting for this sort of thing, because nothing, not even the car he'd arrive in, could be seen from the road. And the view was just fine, from this high tucked-away perch. The cottage was a dreamy world onto itself. Dreamy and ideal, with a huge well-equipped bedroom, a wonderfully plush living room, even a small but deep kidney-shaped swimming pool in the rear, surrounded by lush gardens.
Candy was not very experienced when it came to yanking her own handle. Perry had to coach her a little bit. He had her lie down on the blanket, and he situated the camera low, and between her legs. He placed a pillow under her lemony mane, lifting her head slightly.
That way, the camera took in the long smooth legs, the lean belly, the dewy blonde delta, and the creamy sweet knobs framed her mouth and face!
"I'll get you wet so you can jerk off," Perry volunteered. He got between her legs and gave her a sweet kiss on the cunt.
At once, the big golden legs began to twist and tingle! She rolled her hips nicely gasping and sputtering as his tongue danced over the button of her pussy.
"Ohhhh! Yesssssssss!" the girl's hissing caused her nostrils to flare as the upper lip rose, revealing tightly clinched gleaming white teeth.
Perry slid his tongue over the button of her clitoris until Candy began to gasp and thrust with preorgasmic spasms of pleasure.
"Yessssss!"
"Mmmmmm!"
The blonde beauty lubricated lavishly. Soon Perry had pussy dew all over his lips, tongue, chin. His whole face glistened with the sweet sugar from her pussy. Perry loved to lap pussy dew, especially when the bitch was so sweet it tasted like fresh sea food.
That was Candy's taste, all the way, and Perry let her know of his approval by digging the tongue deeper into the sweet blonde.
"OOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"Mmmmmmmmmm, pussy sweet!" he let out, looking up and at the same time, letting a lubricated pinky slide into the tight bitch cakes! His finger now deep in her asshole, he palmed her wide butt and fed the pussy to his tongue.
""CoooOoOo!"
"Dance on my fingers, bitch!"
Her big blue eyes rolled as the heat came in waves of passion. She felt the tightness of her asshole around his finger, and gave him a playful squeeze.
"I love the feel of you inside meeee," the blonde beauty let out.
Perry brought the blonde beauty to the edge of orgasm, but he did not bring her over. He got to his feet at once, looking down at the shocked blonde.
"What?"
"Not finish yourself off," he suggested helpfully, lifting his camera and dropping to his knees between her feet. He let the camera play over her sweating long legs, over her moist delta, the blond hairs wet and sticking to her golden inner thighs.
"Bring it off, bitch!"
Candy began to finger herself, taking the time to squeeze her knobs with her left hand, as her right hand occupied her pussy and clitoris. She glowed, twisting and wriggling under her own touch. The big blue eyes were closed. The blonde mane was wild now and falling wildly all over her face. Only the lips-pouting for breath-was visible through the thick lemony mist of her hair.
Her nostrils flared! As he moved her hair back, the big blue eyes came into focus, rolling loose and light in the pleasure she was feeling inside her bush. She humped his hand hotly, virtually dancing on the divine heat and tightness of her own glorious pussy.
That's it bitch! Finger yourself Let's see that finger sink into your cunt!"
He drew the lens close, catching her finger entering the hot sweet blonde-draped bush.
"Now the buttocks. Slip your pinky into that hot butt, Candy."
The girl obeyed him. He examined her through the camera lens, entirely pleased with the way her fingers were moving in and out of her pussy and rump.
"That's the way, baby. Now work on that clitoris for me. I want you on fire!"
For the next ten minutes, as Candy brought herself off, the camera moved on and off her face, up and down her sweating quivering body, concentrating on the arched beauty's lovely face, but not missing a thing anywhere else. He had the camera linger on the belly's quivering, on the way the long legs shook and twitched with anticipation, and never missed a chance to show her fingers working on that hot buttered snatch.
Candy's eyes were closed and she was in another world. Suddenly she felt something hard in her hand and looked to see what it was.
"Hey! A dildo!"
"That's right baby, and its yours to do what you want with."
"Mmmmmm," Candy let out, brushing the dildo up against her clitoris. The feel of it made her gasp and 'gasm at the same time.
"OooOoOoO Nowwwwww!" the blonde let out, tossing and quaking in hot release.
Perry drew the camera up towards her face, going slowly over the heaving bosoms, the jerking graceful neck and shoulders. This normally composed young beauty was now a quivering, squirming manifestation of ignited pussy goodness!
Her flesh glinting with sweat, her knobs heaving, nostrils flaring, the big blue eyes half-closed as her breath came in hot bursts, Candy was alive with orgasmic release!
"OooCOoOoOooOOoo!"
"Mmmm, that's my baby!" Perry let out, feeling his dick throb in his slacks as he held the camera steady despite his own emerging hungers.
And then it was over. She lay there gasping, the breasts heaving hotly, the spine suddenly slack, the long legs dropping to the grass and flowers. The blanket was no longer under her. She'd squirmed away from it, having lost all control.
"Baby, that was a great take," Perry said. He returned to the boot of the 'Vette, emerging with a small thermos. He'd taken the trouble to pack some lemonade, which was spiked liberally with pink gin. The ice cubes were still intact. Perry pulled one out, and used it to stiffen her nipples as she lay there panting.
"I'm going to film it while I put you in bondage, my sweet Candy."
"Oh let me rest a minute, Perry. That was exhausting. It was another first."
"Meaning?"
"I ... I never brought myself off before, Perry. It helped a lot that you got me going with your tongue." She looked at him hotly. "Where'd you learn to lick a girl like that?"
"Practice makes perfect," he intoned.
"Sure does. That was absolutely divine! I could get addicted to that kind of intensity! You are a great lover, Perry."
"Not so bad yourself, kid."
"But I'm not nearly as loose-goosy as you are. You are really a miracle: You could probably make a tight-ass go wild if you wanted to. I mean, I was sort of tight-assed just a few days ago."
"Oh?"
"You don't believe me? Well, if you spoke to one of my old boyfriends you'd know. I never NEVER had this kind of sex before. Ropes, paddles, spankings, oral sex. It's all new to me."
"Like it?"
"Love it! At least with you. But tell me, I'm getting a little concerned now that I see how wild this is getting. Are you sure no one but your sponsor will ever see these video shots?"
"Yeah, he's a man of perfect integrity. There is one thing I left out."
"Oh?"
"Well, it doesn't happen often, but if my sponsor desires you in the flesh-instead of just on video
-he can be very generous about making it worth your while to cooperate."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, he has been known to give a girl ten, or even fifteen grand for-"
"WHAT?"
Perry smiled. "That's right. Or more! One girl
-I won't mention names because that young lady is now a famous movie star-was given fifty thousand to spend a weekend with my sponsor last summer."
"Fifty-!"
"Yes. And he got interested in her through one of my videos. So all I can say is this might indeed be your lucky day."
" "I hope so. I don't think I could be a waitress in South Central anymore. Not after the type of living you've shown me."
"Oh baby, I can guarantee you won't have to do that. Even if I have to hire you myself, I won't let you waste yourself on a stupid waitressing job, sweet Candy, you can be sure."
"Really?"
"Really sweets," he let, removing the video cartridge and installing another one.
This news cheered her up.
"You've been emancipated, Candy Buns."
"Don't laugh, it's exactly how I feel. You couldn't know how bad it is to work as a waitress in a greasy spoon. It's a notch below being on Welfare."
"Aww, I know it feels that way, but when you think about it, it's not all that bad. It's an honest living and you don't have to hurt anyone. You can sleep at night. Your conscience is clear. A lot of executives, a lot of people who LOOK like they're doing just fine, would give anything to be able to go to work and not have to hurt people to get through the day."
"Think so?"
"I know it baby. I've been with the alleged big shots. They need to slug down half a bottle of vodka and a handful of valium to get to sleep at night. That's because it's a cut-throat game-this thing called Success'-and you've got to be a dog to pull it off if you want to high roll. A waitress, well, sure it's not glamorous. It's not like being a movie star. But you can sleep at night knowing you've earned your money honestly. And you don't have to feel like you fucked anyone over just to make your living. That's great."
"Perry, you make it sound like more than it is."
Candy was surprised by his attitude, but in a way she was pleased with it.
"Candy, I admire you. You came to L.A. from a small town where everyone knows each other. You had no edge; no rich uncle who was going to hook shit up for you. All you had was yourself. And you had the confidence to jump in with two feet and fight to keep it alive."
"I didn't get very far, did I?"
He shrugged. "The wheel is still in spin. Who knows where you are going? As far as I'm concerned, you have what it takes to make it big in Hollywood. You're beautiful, intelligent, and easily adaptable. That's the key; that combination of qualities. Now it's a question of who you meet, and luck."
"Well, I'm glad I met you."
"So am I Candy. So am I. Now, let's toss down some of this lemonade and get ready to get down!"
Fine with me.
Perry put the car stereo on. The speakers were on extended wires, and came out, so he was able to surround them with sound. He put on some cool jazz for starters. Then he drew out the specialty items he felt he needed to make the most of this situation.
Thongs!
"Ok Candy," he said, after holding the paper cup and helping her down a few ounces of lemonade. "I want you to strain your arms back as far as they will go."
She braided her fingers behind her back, and Perry took a thong and tied her wrists together. This position made the knobs jut out, and the pushup bikini top added to the look of hot bitch cake in heat!
"Now I'm going to use this tree here, as a bondage device. I always thought it was sexy; a pretty blonde woman tied to a tree!"
"Wow! Candy's big blue eyes lit with wonder. "I'm feeling that lemonade, Perry. Packs a wallop hey?" she let out.
"Might say that."
Perry tossed a line over a thick branch which was well off the ground. He wanted to suspend the blonde bitch, rather than just tie her around. There was something about suspended pussy goodness that knocked him out. Besides, he'd be able to use his camera from all angles if she were suspended.
"Alright now just relax. You're putty in your master's hands."
"Master!" she let out. "Command meeeeee."
After securing the rope around the upper branch, Perry attached it to the thongs that bound her wrists. He also ran a line under her arms, down around her breasts, and through her legs. That way the girl's weight would be well-distributed. She would be able to dangle with her tippy toes off the ground, without being in any real pain.
After securing her, he ran leather through her legs again, and up around her knobs. This line was different from the one that kept her suspended, and with a slight jerk on it, he was able to bulge out the big knobs, and the high sweet buttocks.
"That's the baby," Perry let out, as he jerked the line, released it, jerked it again.
The camera caught her quaking as she gasped and tossed in response to the sudden moving of her bulging tits and ass!
"Ouch!"
He had jerked the thong a little too hard. He did it again, this time lighter. "Perry!"
"Baby, it's time for the tit clamps. You remember last time. I didn't hurt you."
"Do you have to clamp my breasts?"
"Yeah, it's something my sponsor likes to see. It gets him off. But I will be gentle."
"Ok, if you have to do it that way."
"You're such a good-little girl, sweet Candy. Let me step back and take a few more feet of film of you all dressed before I start peeling off your clothes with this knife."
The knife made her eyes bulge. It was big and scary looking.
"I want you to look frightened. And when I put the clamps on, cry and yell. But you know, Candy, I'd never in a million years hurt you. You know that, don't you my sweet Candy?"
"Yes Perry," she said in a soft sexy voice. "I trust you completely."
"Good girl."
He backed up and began shooting her, letting the camera roll over her bulging buttocks and knobs. He walked around her, catching the sexy profile. To liven up her sweetness, he pulled a braided leather switch from the boot of the car, and gave her a good shoot across the rump cakes. Then he pulled the leather thong and jutted the cakes out all the way before applying another shot with the switch.
"Yeeeowww!"
The camera moved in close on the sweating, quivering bitch cake.
CHAPTER FOUR
Candy's cakes quivered! Every time he jerked the thong, her knobs and rump bulged out painfully. And to top it off, that switch was laid on her, again and again.
She felt the pain mingle as the switch crackled over her titty tops, then he spun her around on the suspension line, and laid it across the high haughty cheeks of her rump.
The denim hot pants did little to protect her.
After a few moments and perhaps six or seven shots of the switch, he stopped.
The blonde beauty was sobbing softly now, as Perry approached. He ripped off her bikini top, and quickly laid the prepared clothespins on her nipples. First the left, sucking it and flicking his tongue on it to make sure it was stiff. And then the right one, giving both titty tips the same treatment.
He carefully placed the titty clamps on her, then spun her around and held the blade in a way that the camera would see.
"Now bitch, let's peel off those hot pants," Perry let out.
He cut the hot pants off of her, shredding them in the process. When he was done, he held the crotch of the hot pants to his nostrils and took a deep breath.
"Pussy sweet," he gasped, mostly for the benefit of the camera as he tossed the hot pants aside and reached for her pussy. She was still wearing the nylon hose and garters. But that didn't get in his way, and added to a certain sexy look, so he left them on.
She didn't know it, but he had plans for her nylons. He was going to use them to complete the bondage configuration he had in mind for the sexy blonde bitch. But not now. When the time was right!
No doubt, the bitch in bondage was set off by the hot nylons, the pantyhose, and the high heel fuck-me pumps which somehow managed to stay on her tiny feet even as he hoisted her up off the ground.
Perry let the camera play over her. He tossed the sharp knife into the ground and it landed dramatically; tip sticking in, handle vibrating for a few seconds before coming to rest.
"Alright, Candy Cakes," Perry let out, let's stretch those long pretty legs."
He-grabbed her ankles and backed up, pulling the moist girl body taut. One jerk on the thong, and her knobs and buttocks jutted out as her taut body dangled in his hands. How sweet she looked, gasping and writhing, begging him to release the titty clamps that held her tit tips.
"Bitch, I'm going to fuck that pretty buttocks," Perry gasped, reaching behind her and spreading the cheeks of her ass.
"Master, the clamps! Please!"
Perry ignored her whimpering. He picked up the switch and laid a hot shot across her upper legs, making the sweet stalks of golden smoothness toss and quake. Then he ripped the bottom of her nylons, so that the feet were exposed.
Then he released her ankles and the legs dropped. He picked up the left gam and held it up, taking the foot to his face. He ran his tongue over her foot, pausing to tongue-whip her little toes.
"I love to shrimp my little bound blonde girl," Perry gasped, before getting serious. Soon he had most of her toes in his mouth, as his fingers felt every inch of her shapely foot. Then he lifted the other foot and did the same thing, his tongue probing between her toes, then sucking the hot little piggies into this mouth.
As he worked on her toes, he let his fingers work into her tight pussy. What a sweet little piece of ass. He jutted her knobs and butt out again, as he licked her toes.
After a while, Perry peeled off her pantyhose, taking the sheer nylon and wrapping it around her knobs. He used the nylons to further bulge out her great cone-shaped breasts.
"Baby, I love those big knobs."
"Please Master! The clamps," she whimpered. "The clamps are too tight."
He knew the clamps were not tight. The springs had been loosened up specially, to prepare them for use as titty clamps. But he loosened them anyway. He wanted to get his tongue on the titty tips. The clamps were in his way.
"Thank you my Master!" the blonde bitch gasped, as Perry tossed the clothespins away. "Oh thank you for being kind to meeee!"
He jerked the nylon handle and the big knobs bulged towards his mouth. His tongue whipped over the freshly released knob tips.
"I love to lick these big tits, bitch!"
"Mmmmmmaster!"
He scooped up the cone-shaped knobs and held both nipples to his lips as he licked and fondled the hot tit tips. "OoOoOooOOOO!"
"Mmmmmy sweet bitch!"
After a few minutes of tongue-whipping her titty tips, Perry released the hot snow cones. He stepped back, picked up his switch, and tested the end on his palm.
"Time to make my bitch cake break sweat," he said, moving aside so the camera could pick up every twitch of her lovely girl body.
CrAcK!
"YYYYecOoOoWW!" WhAcKk!
"Dance for me blonde bitch!"
Crack!
Whack!
Crackle!
"Wham!
"Oh Master, please!" CrAcK!
"Master it hurts!" Whack! "Oh!" Crackle!
"Master, I'll do anything for your!"
He stopped. He was satisfied. He'd been very aware of how her knobs bounced and jostled, how her spine had tightened, how her lovely lithe body had danced with each crack of the switch.
That would make for some lively video footage!
More than el hombre was used to getting, in fact. And a great deal more than his money's worth.
Perry untied the girl, removing the rope work, but not the leather thongs. He had grand plans for the leather thongs. When she was once again on the ground, he had her sit down on a tree stump. He lifted her legs and began nibbling her tiny feet again, just to relax her.
"Oh, that feels nice," she let out, in obvious relief because he was no longer whipping her tits and ass with the switch.
Candy was clearly fond of having her toes nibbled, and he enjoyed shrimping the little blonde bitch, so why not? But he had some high plans for the little pussy sweetness, and he knew she'd find the going a bit tough. So he was giving her a break.
A rest.
But not for long!
"Ok, down on all fours," he let out with a sudden commanding tone. He helped the tenderized young beauty get on the ground.
"Get down like a filly, girl. I'm taking you for a ride."
"What?"
He laughed at the big innocent blue eyes and the simple question.
"You will know soon enough, exactly WHAT," he let out hotly.
The girl obeyed him. Perry knew this was going to be difficult so he arranged a few auxiliary cameras, which he retrieved from the boot of the 'Vette. He set the cameras up. Instead of using the remote control to switch from camera A to camera B, he decided to keep them all on all the time. Later, he could edit.
Perry had a set of leather thongs arranged like a riding harness. He adjusted them over Candy's face, employing a piece of soft wood as a "bit" for her mouth. He adjusted her harness, making her bite on the stick bit, so that her big white teeth gleamed.
"Alright my filly," he let out, getting on her back; mounting her like a horse.
The girl's back went down from the weight of his body on hers.
"Let's go! Ride bitch!" Perry cracked the switch with a flick of his wrist, making it crackle over the cakes of her rump.
"Ahhggh!"
He chuckled. With the bit in her mouth, she couldn't even complain as he took her for a pony ride around the patio area, crackling his lash over her tender cakes again and again.
"Ride, bitch, ride!"
Crackle!
"Aghghgh!"
The wild blonde "filly" sputtered and steamed, but she began to walk on all fours around the patio. The heavy burden was hard, but not impossible.
Crackle!
"Aghgh!"
Crackle! "Ghgh!
"Come on bitch, move it. Let's gallop a little," he hissed, pulling hard on her harness.
Perry walked her towards one of the cameras, knowing it would pick up every twitch of her beautiful face as she strained under the weight of his body. He felt his penis getting hard, and wondered if he should break up this wonderful ride to slip it in her rump. Soon enough, he decided.
CrAcKlE!
"Ghghg!"
"Faster!"
He pulled the reigns back and the girl began to gallop a bit; at least a little bit. She was having a hard time, clearly, with the weight of his body.
After a few minutes Candy caved-in with her tormentor still on her back.
"Ok little horsy, now let's see if we can stick Master's rod in that rump."
He reached down and began massaging her pussy and clitoris, which made the exhausted girl groan with a mix of pleasure and pain.
Soon the lower girl body was grinding, as her eyes rolled. The mixture of pain and pleasure was driving her to distraction.
Perry played with her pussy and clitoris, as he probed her asshole with his big throbber. At first, he just relaxed his dick between her rump cookies. He twitched between her cakes, telling her what to do. "Real tight!"
She flexed her rump muscles. "Now relax."
She let her buttocks slack.
"Now tight, little horsy."
She tightened her cakes, making them dance with his dick between them.
After a moment of this, he grew restless to plant his throbber deep in the blonde girl's rump. So without another word, he hefted up her haunches.
"Angle those bitch cakes for me, Candy! You've got to meet my stroke."
"Yes Master, please be gentle. My butt is still sore from that spanking."
"Spanking? Call that a spanking? Alright, you just wait a while. I'll give you something to complain about," he swore.
"Master, I'm not complaining!"
The hot throbber slid, from between the cakes of her ass, to the button of her asshole She felt his mushroom tip throb on her butt lips.
"Now, Candy, I want you to relax that rump for me. I'm going to drive it home no matter what you do, so you might as well be cool about it and relax. That's it. Ohh, that's my tight little bitch."
Rump cakes wriggled!
"That's my bitch!"
His penis descended, screwing into her tender buttocks before she knew what was going on. Her flesh came alive under him, and she began gasping and sputtering as the mouth bit fell to the ground.
Perry cupped her chin and aimed her face at the camera. Then he nibbled her ear as he rammed his thick throbber deep into her body.
"OOOOOOOOO!"
"Baby, that is some tight sweetness!"
Perry began pumping in and out of he lovely little rump now, driving deeper and deeper until the entire length of his shaft was deep inside the sweet girl's ass. He held her now, by her waist, arching the bitch cakes up.
"Roll that ass, Candy!"
"Oh Master!"
Each time his dick rammed her, his underbelly slapped down on her freshly spanked buttocks She didn't seem to mind terribly.
"Let's motivate the little bitch!" he said, reaching under her. His hand moved down deftly, over the tight ripples of her belly and into her downy blonde delta. He fondled her hot pussy sweetness.
He fondled her clitoris now, as he continued to penetrate her rump with his dick.
The odd mixture of pain and pleasure caused the pretty blonde to buck and kick like the filly she was! He had a hard time holding onto her as the sweaty, slippery female body went wild under him!
"Roll and rock for me, Candy."
"OOOOOOOOO!"
He felt her orgasmic heat! And he knew that when Candy 'gasmed, she tended to get wild.
Perry tried to hold onto his load, but as the girl released, her hot rump began to contract around his penis. She began to spasm.
"Yeah, Candy!"
"Oh Master!"
"Roll those buns!"
"Master, I'm going to ... I'm going to ... Ooooo!" she gasped. "Give it to meeeee!"
Hot spurts of jizz shot into the blonde bitch's ass, as her orgasm triggered his own.
The camera caught every twitch, as the two bodies ignited together, madly seeking to increase the friction which brought them both over the line.
The girl hips were rolling like mad now, and Perry had to place his hands around her neck. It really felt like he was riding a horse, and a very wild one, at that.
"Baby, that is sweeeet!"
"Master!"
"Candy Cakes, those big butt buns are a Master's dream," he sputtered, beside himself with appreciation for her lovely young buns.
"Oh! Master, I'm feeling very dizzy now," Candy gasped, sputtering and steaming, her nostrils flaring as she took in greedy gulps of air.
The pink gin and lemonade took the edge off of the stinging, but still, her rump was red. Perry left the camera on while he rubbed body oil into the glowing blonde girl's golden buns.
"Breath deeply and relax," he told her. "Your cakes will be fine. They just need to be cooled off a bit."
"Oh Master, that was divine," Candy let out hotly. The young girl was strong and could handle punishment. She clearly thrived on it! Ahh, youth!
The afternoon sun beamed down on their private playground. The girl's bare flesh glistened in the bright golden rays of light as he finished oiling her fine womanly body.
"I like this lemonade," she said, chug-a-lugging two inches.
"Careful Candy, that pink gin sneaks up on a person and kicks ass in a way you might not be used to. You should take it easy."
"Ah Perry, back home we sip this shit like water," she said.
"Oh? The heartland gets juiced so casually?"
"Honey, ain't much to do in the heartland but get juiced and rev around in your pickup truck pickin' up poon. Or in my case, poon on a stick."
"You're a little loaded," Perry said, realizing it as he said it.
She shrugged. "I guess it's possible. So let's get into some ... some bondage, Perry. I'm developing a taste for the lash, the ropes, the whole ritual. It's like ... it's like I'm not responsible when I'm bound in ropes. Whatever my Master wants to do, I have no real choice in the matter at all."
"Yeah, it's fantasy land. Just remember that. If it gets real, you've got a problem."
"Perry, are you trying to be the adult here?" she asked, giggling.
"Oh? Am I suddenly acting responsible? Well excuuuuse meeeee."
Laughter shook their bodies.
"Perry, I love this cottage. Is it for sale? Maybe after my first movie, I'll buy this place. You and I can live here happily ever after."
"Yeah, it's a fairy tale feeling, this cottage. I know what you mean."
"Do you?"
Her sudden intensity frightened him.
"I mean, Perry, I never met anyone like you. I could go for you, Perry, in a really big way." She smiled at him, moistening her lips hotly. She was clearly a bit pickled, but he had the feeling what was emerging was the drunken truth.
"Kiss me, Perry, I'm going to be your slave for real," she said in a husky voice. "Not just for the length of your sponsor's little peep show. For all of eternity, my sweet Perry!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Their lips met, and he felt her little pink tongue probing inside his mouth.
Candy was a bit looped but she knew what she was doing. She was reaching for her Master's balls! she cupped his hairy sacks, massaging them, delighting in the hardening of his phallus in her fingers.
"That's mine!" she said possessively, before bending down and fluttering her tongue on the hot throbbing tip. "Mine and I'm keeping it!"
He chuckled, reaching over to flick the camera on. "No sense wasting a good blowjob," he let out playfully, pushing her blonde mane back so he could watch as her cheekbones became defined, as her red lips surrounded the hot throbbing phallus.
"Slide on me, slave girl."
"Mmmmmmmm!"
She sucked his dick easily now, not nearly tentative like the first time. Her perky nose bumped on his underbelly with every downbeat.
On the upbeat, she fluttered her tongue hotly, loving the way his big dick throbbed and quaked in her fist. It was a fine firm phallus; the sort of dick she'd always dreamed of.
"In your cheek," he gasped.
She adjusted her face so he was watching her profile, which she quickly stuffed with dick. The hot throbber was wedged between her clinched teeth and inner cheek, making a dick-shaped bump in her profile. She slid the hot throbber around in her mouth, enjoying the salty sweet taste of his hot male member.
"Ohh, my Candy, I love the way my slave girl gives me head," he gasped. "I really don't want you to leave me after two days. I'll give you the five grand, and take the videos to my sponsor. But you, Candy, are free to stay with me as long as you wish."
She popped the dick out of her mouth and stroked his balk, holding his throbber to her cheek as she looked at him with the great blue blast of her eyes.
"Can we live here?"
"Here?"
"I'm a rich girl. I've got five grand coming. Maybe I can rent this place for us."
"Five grand isn't much money anymore, Candy. Hell, I'm old enough to remember when if you had a million dollars, you could sit back and relax. In this day and age, a million's good for a year to two. Five grand's good for a day or two."
"Perry!"
"Well, if you like the fast lane. But save your bucks, Candy. My sponsor owns this joint. I'll arrange for us to be able to shack here for a while. I think you're going to get tired of me eventually, but it will be fun for a while," he let out.
"I won't get tired of you, my dear Master," she said, scooping up his balls and lifting them to her full red mouth. The hot tongue darted out, sliding from his balls to his dick. She cupped his dick and bent down to take his dick in deep. Her cheek stuffed with throbbing penis, as the big blue eyes examined his reaction to the sweet sensations she was sending his way. She let it slide up and fluttered her tongue on the tip.
"Mmmmm, slave girl!"
"Mmmmmmaster!"
Candy let the big balls slide into her mouth. She held his phallus to her smooth cheek, literally dick whipping herself with it.
"Are you going to tie me up and make me serve you, Master?"
"Sounds about right."
"OoOo goooOoOod!"
"Mmmmm," he let out, watching the sweet blonde give him the blowjob of his life. She took in the entire dick on the downbeat. Then swirled her tongue around his balls. Then back to the phallus, which she wolfed in like a hungry virgin.
Perry's fingers played with the remote control device, bringing in the shot so that it was an extreme close-up. He wanted his sponsor to see every twitch, every twinkle, as the lovely blonde took his big throbber into her mouth, ran it over her cheeks, brow, nose, over her lips and down her neck and into her cleavage.
"Tit fuck time!"
The girl felt his hands, rough on her knobs. He moved his penis between the big bosoms, and began humping as hot lube appeared on her chest.
The cleavage was well lubricated now, and he humped and pumped quickly, forcing the knobs together by cupping the sides and pushing them onto his penis.
"I'm gonna spunk on the little slave girl," he announced.
"Oooo!"
"Hit me with that sweet sauce, Master!" the slave girl begged.
His dick began to spurt. Hot liquid passion shot onto her neck and chin, onto her breasts. He held his dick in his fist and lifted, so that he could cover her face with cum.
Hot pearls shot into her hair, on her nose and lips, on her creamy freckled cheeks.
"Mouth open!"
The red lips parted and a pearl landed on her tongue, another on her white sparkling teeth. "That's my baby," he gasped. "Oooo Master!"
"Now swallow the last of it, bitch!"
He jerked her hair, drawing her face to his penis. The open girl-mouth surrounded his still-throbbing penis and she swallowed the last few pearls.
The ejaculation ended.
Perry's body was still alive with sensation. It took him a moment to relax, and even then his penis remained hard as a rock.
"That was great, baby," he let out. He moved back. "Now I want you to sprawl out on the blanket."
He undid some of the thongs, so her body was free to move.
"Master, I've got cum all over my face and breasts," she said in a soft voice. "Aren't you going to clean me off, Master?"
"No, I want you to wear your master's cum for a while, Candy."
She pouted silently, looking down as she obeyed. She spread her long golden body n the blanket and waited to see what he was going to do next.
First things first, he decided. It was time to check the cameras and make sure they were not running out of film. He did this with quick, professional precision. And a good thing.
"Just a minute," he said, returning to the car for some fresh video cassettes.
She watched him with a dreamy adoration. Before she met Perry, her life was filled with despair. It was that inevitable job that was eating her alive. Being a waitress in a greasy spoon was enough to make anyone crazy. But especially in South Central L. A., where the neighborhood itself was a greasy spoon. She was on her own in a distant city.
Candy wasn't totally naive. She'd known, before coming to L.A. that was going to be tough for a girl-even a very beautiful girl-on her own. Making it in the movie game was almost impossible. You had to be beautiful, talented, and very lucky. She believed she could do it. That's why she split from Kansas.
But once she got to L.A., she conceded that it was likely she'd have to settle for something other than her original dream.
But what?
Candy had no idea.
She did know, however, that she was due for some good luck. A random element might come along at any moment, she told herself.
She was right!
Perry Mimms-the man she now called MASTER-was that random element.
And her luck certainly changed. Although she didn't want to count her blessings, Candy hoped that this sponsor he spoke of, whoever he was, really liked the video footage of her.
Yes, if the sponsor liked her, she was in! He would give her more than the five-thousand-dollars, and he would request her again.
Or maybe, just maybe, he'd see her qualities and have her featured in a REAL movie!
Well, maybe that was too much to expect. But she was young. She had a real belief in the hand of Fate working in her interest. One hour in a Los Vegas casino might have cured her. But she'd never been a casino, not in Los Vegas or anywhere else. As far as the young blonde beauty knew, Fate was on her side!
Perry set up the cameras and made a great show of oiling the prized girl flesh. He paid particular attention, first, to washing off the cum that had mingled with her sweat to form a coating on her face, her tits, her neck. After cleaning her with a moist towel, he began the body-oiling process.
His fingers were gentle now, as he worked the oil into the balls of her buttocks, the round cones of her knobs, the tightness of her belly.
"Lift the left leg," he said.
He spread oil on her toes, her ankles and feet, then slowly, all the way up to the creamy inner thigh.
"Now the right leg." He repeated the process tenderly. "Now open the legs and let me clean off your cunt."
The girl spread her legs as wide as possible. Perry moved in between the sweet shapely gams. He worked with deft fingers now, washing the pussy and asshole with the moist towel, then oiling the skin around her pussy lips, and finally the lips themselves.
He bent his head down and kissed her on the clit. "OcOooOOoOoO!"
"Mmmm, baby, that's one tasty little bush you've got there."
"It's your bush now, my Master."
He smiled. "Don't forget it. Tomorrow night we will take the last video. Then you can relax. Stay here, at the cottage if you like. I'll have some things sent over so you will be cozy. And then, I will bring the videos to my sponsor."
"Perry, how come you never mention his name?"
"Well, he's well-known. Hell, girl, he's famous. If you knew his name it would ring a bell. I can only say this, my Candy. If the sponsor really digs these videos," he will present himself to you. And if he does, well, you've got it made."
"Has it ever happened before?'
"Yes, one girl. I showed him the videos and he wanted to meet her at once. He wanted her to perform for him, as you might guess. But soon after that, the young lady-and no name is being given, if you notice-became a famous feature actress."
"Oh!"
"So if you leave everything to me, and perform in these videos with all you've got, we might just see the day when you are a feature star."
"Perry! Don't get my hopes up!"
"I wouldn't, if I didn't think you had it. But you do. You could do it."
"Think so?"
"I know so. If it was up to me, I'd be booking that pretty ass in a movie right now."
"Master!"
He laughed, pouring from the bottle of pink-gin lemonade. He was in the mood to get her a bit more crazed. He'd never seen her really drunk. It would make an interesting video, and it would be fun to watch her acting completely wild, without thought to how she comes off.
Perry was more than aware of the fact that this girl was a natural actress. Even under the whipping of his lash, she was conscious of where the cameras were, of her angles, of the way she was looking.
A born exhibitionist!
He suddenly got an idea. Perry went to the car, and began setting up one of the video cameras so that it faced the space between the driver and passenger seats. Then he returned to where the blonde beauty lounged, sunning herself in the blanket.
"Let's go for a quick ride, Candy, and make a video of you giving head in the car."
"Well, ok," she said. "But let me fix my makeup for that kind of close-up."
"You got it."
"Should we leave our things here?"
"Sure, we're coming back. In fact, I think we'll move into the cottage for a while. I'll call the sponsor and tell him what we're doing."
"Great!"
They got into the cherry-red Corvette, and Perry started the engine. He revved out of the long private drive, and soon they were careening down the Hollywood Hills at a breathtaking pace.
Candy felt wonderful. She was dressed, for this video, in a red bikini, with the same high-heeled fuck-me pumps she'd worn before. They gave her legs a sexy taut quality, which her master obviously liked.
"Ok, now move your head down into my lap."
"But will you be able to drive?"
"Sure."
"Master, we're going a little fast for me to distract you, aren't we?"
"Leave the driving to me. You concentrate on giving me head."
"Well, you did say practice makes perfect," she let out. "But my jaw is aching from the last blowjob."
"Don't let it worry you, girl, the pink gin should take care of it."
She giggled, realizing how drunk she was. Her jaw wouldn't ache. She didn't even feel the hot spots on her rump where he'd whipped her.
"Well, ok!"
Perry watched as the sweet blonde's profile settled into his lap. He watched her guide his dick with her delicate fingertips, so that the tip was up to her lips.
"Butterfly that dick tip, bitch!" The girls pink tongue worked hard on the tip of his throbber. "Mmmmmm!"
"Suck it, sweet cakes!"
She slid her lips all the way down on it, until she felt her perky nose bump against his underbelly. Then she picked up steam, moving on and off his throbber madly, cupping his balk and massaging them.
"Suck it, baby, give it a good work-over."
"Mmmmmmmnnn!"
He moved her hair back, so he could see her high cheekbone as she strained to get the entire cock in her mouth.
"Now in your cheek for the camera, Candy Cakes. Get it all in."
The girl clinched her sparkling white teeth and crammed the cock between her teeth and cheek. He had her pause now, so the camera could rest on the very sexy pose. His fingers moved over her breasts, pinching and tweaking the nipples as his dick stuffed her cheek.
"That's my slave girl! Now rub that big dick on your face."
It popped free of her red mouth. She cradled it to her chin and cheek, ran it over her pouting lips and up her nose, over her brow.
"That's the girl."
"Master," she hissed, her voice hoarse. "Give me a cum bath!"
"Stroke it!"
She jerked him off as he careened along the highway, barely paying attention to the sparse traffic as he rammed the gas pedal to the floorboards.
She knew they were going fast, but her attention was focused on the hot dick she was stroking. Besides, whatever happened her Master would handle it. Candy didn't look at the speedometer. She didn't mention the fact that maybe he should look at it.
She just jerked him off, posing her lips seductively.
"Cum on me, Master. Cum on my face!"
"Yessss."
"Cum for meeee!"
"Candy, baby, that's so fine!"
"Now!"
"My sweet little bitch!"
She stroked him for a moment, then held his dick directly to her red mouth. Her tongue darted over the tip of his throbber. "Ohh Candy!"
She felt him throb in her fist. She opened her mouth wide, but kept the dick a few inches from her face so he could coat her with cum.
He began to spurt. He jerked and twitched in the car seat, barely able to sit still as the hot pearls shot out onto her tongue, her lips, her cheeks.
"That's my Master!"
"Candy!"
"Mmmmm, can I swallow?"
"Yes slave girl. Get your mouth on it!"
The blonde slave girl moved closer now, and wrapped her hot lips around the Master's ejaculating penis. She gulped down his hot sauce hungrily.
Just before he was finished, he jerked his throbber out of her mouth so he could pearl on her face. He knew the sponsor loved cum-shots!
"Rub it on your face, bitch!"
The blonde beauty held his ejaculating penis to her face, and looked into his eyes with her own big baby blues as the cum spurted out of him.
"Give it to me MASTER!"
"Yeah, baby. In your cheek again!"
He watched as her profile stuffed with dick. He held his fingers to her cheek. He could feel his big dick inside her sweet body, pulsing and quaking as he shot cum into her face.
The lips opened, and hot sauce spilled out onto his leg. He smiled.
"That's the way, slave. You're hungry for your Master's cum!"
"Mmmmmm!"
"Take it all baby. I want to see your pretty face covered with cum."
The girl continued to massage his balls until his orgasm ended. Then she moved her head back gently. She had cum all over her face.
Perry downshifted and bucked ahead with enough force to knock the blonde beauty back into her seat.
"Now hold on tight, girl. We're going to push the theory of speed to the limits."
"Careful."
"Not in my vocabulary," he laughed, revving hard with the clutch down, popping it and pushing ahead like a rocket. The little cherry-red Corvette groaned and spit out onto the open road.
"Perry!"
"What?"
She pointed to the speedometer. It read just over an even one-hundred-twenty.
"Perry, you are going a little fast."
"Not for this iron. We idle at a hundred. It's got the capacity to go up to about one-hundred-seventy. Now that's a little fast, but if you'd like to see-"
"No! Please!"
Her fear appeared to delight him and he revved up to ten more miles per hour. "Perry!"
"It's ok."
"What about cops?"
"I've got a radar detector."
"What if they're hiding in a bush and you don't see them until it's too late? Sometimes they don't use radar until you're right on top of them."
"Don't worry. We're going too fast for them to actually see us."
"What?"
"Ever go to the Indy 500? You don't see the cars. You see a blur. You hear them. You feel the wind. But you don't see very much. That's what we look ad."
"Perry!"
He laughed and gassed her up another ten points.
"Perry, you're scaring me!"
"You're supposed to be the one that's drunk, Candy. Just relax. Don't you like having that wind on you?"
"Well, yeah?"
Close your eyes and relax."
She did. The wind dried the cum and sweat on her face and neck. It felt wonderful, as if the wind was somehow coming from another world and washing all her cares away. And as soon as she closed her eyes, the pink gin kicked-in full force.
"Perry, I-"
"Relax!"
"I am relaxed. I've decided to just go with it. Go as fast as you like."
He smiled, hitting the brake lightly and bringing them down to a mere one-hundred-ten.
CHAPTER SIX
Perry Swung into the driveway of the little cottage in the Hollywood Hills. This was the last evening of their arrangement, and he wanted to make a really good video. As much for her sake as his.
He'd grown very fond of his little Candy Girl. He wanted the sponsor to take good care of her.
Considering the number of women that passed in and out of Perry Mimm's life, it amazed him how much this blonde beauty stood out.
And he had not been feeding her a line. He COULD see her, actually, making a real splash in the world of Hollywood films. The girl had everything; looks, brains, a very strong presence, and the camera just appeared to follow her because it WANTED to.
It was as if the camera fed on her beauty! As if the camera's eye was as hypnotized by her beauty as Perry himself was.
That was rare!
The girl had been showering. She stood in the bathroom touching up the long golden body; shaving her legs and armpits, oiling her long legs, the golden arms, the lovely high perky breasts and graceful neck.
Then she went to work on her long lemony mane. She brush-dried her hair, usually, but because Perry was due any moment, she picked up the blow-dryer to speed things up a little.
She was just finishing when she heard the cherry-red Corvette's throaty rev, pulling into the private driveway of the cottage.
Candy looked out the window, and there he was.
"Master!"
He heard her and waved, but he didn't rush to meet her. He had some kind of equipment in the car, which he was getting out.
She loved watching him move. He had a real style about him. It was more than the usual Hollywood hype style. It was a real personal mode of carrying himself, so that one had the feeling he was serious and capable, yet ready to have fun.
Candy wanted to make a favorable greeting; even hotter than usual. She'd selected a very tight cotton dress, which was fiery red, and clung to her curvy body. She decided to abbreviate the undies.
So she forgot about panties completely. She put on a pair of nylons, with garter belts. Instead of the usual brassiere, she put on one that her Master himself had selected for her.
She pinched her nipples, which stood out through tiny holes in the cops of the lacy black brassiere, and then slid the cotton red dress over her long body.
She knew he liked her without much makeup. She limited herself, on this occasion, to a little splash of red lipstick.
Checking herself in the mirror, she decided to wear the special fuck-me pumps he seemed to love. She slid into them, and had to admit that the pumps really pulled her leg-muscles tight in a very sexy way.
Candy walked into the living room of the tiny cottage, where Perry was already settled before the television set. But he wasn't watching mere television.
"What's going on, Master?"
"Oh, Candy, I brought over a VCR, so we can review some of the videos I've made of you. I promised my sponsor that I'd be handing them to him in the morning. Or late tonight, if possible."
"Oh, that makes me nervous."
"Well, we're going to only give him the best of these," Perry said, holding up a box of video cassettes. There had to be a dozen.
"You made that many?"
He laughed. "The cameras were on almost all the time we were together, Candy. That is if we were ahm, busy."
"Really? Everything we did together, Perry?" she asked softly.
"Well, there were a few things I excluded, as private things between me and my slave girl."
She smiled. Candy was beginning to sense his possessive qualities, and they were aimed at her more and more as they got to know each other. This pleased her. Perry was the first man she'd ever met, who she wanted to feel this way about her. It meant he cared. It meant to her, that Perry saw her as something special. The girl was more than flattered.
"I'd like to see some of the footage, Perry. Can I watch it with you?"
"Of course." He lit a cigarette. "You're dressed like a firecracker, my little slave girl. Is it possible you've been setting the stage here, for a little passion?" He winked at her.
She shrugged. "Maybe."
"Candy, did it ever dawn on you, that you're the kind of girl who needs a great deal of attention? Some females, you realize, like to be left alone a lot. Some ate into a little attention, but not all the time. And some are so out of it, they don't care."
"Oh? And me?"
"You, my sweet Candy, need a constant amount of attention."
"Well, I guess."
"Believe me, Candy, I've been watching you very closely for the past two days. I know what I'm looking at. And I know why."
"Well, why?"
"You are an actress, Candy. Pure and simple. I'm glad to see it, because it goes well with what I've got in mind for you. I'm going to really push the sponsor to meet you, and to help you move on in the Hollywood film world. I believe he'll see the qualities in you that I see. He might need help realizing this. But perhaps he will just see it and know."
"And if not?"
"I'm not the kind of guy who gives up so quickly. Candy, would you allow me to be your manager?" He winked at her, pulling on his cigarette.
"Well, sure. My Master and my agent! I had hoped you'd be."
"Good. If the sponsor doesn't go for you-which I can't imagine-I've got someone else in mind. Either way, my sweet Candy, you are going to go places. You've come a long way quickly. Waiting on tables at the greasy spoon restaurant in South Central L.A., is going to seem like a whole other world soon."
"Wow!"
"You won't believe you ever did that. But it's good that you did."
"Oh?"
"It will make you value what's coming. Soon you will have it all, Candy. And because you know what it's like NOT to have it all, you will value what you have. I've seen too much of the other, believe me."
"What do you mean, Master?"
"Oh rich spoiled girls who become stars, and they think they deserve that treatment because they're breathing, not because they're good at something. They never really enjoy it, because they've never worked for it. It just happened to them."
"Well, I can't imagine a charmed life like some of these Valley Girls."
"A good thing. They tend to self-destruct the first time they can't have things their way. You're better off, my dear, coming from humble origins. Look at the way things work here in Hollywood. The ones that make something of themselves, are the ones who started with diddly. It's really a historical rule."
"I can think of some who-"
"Well sure, SOME. It's only a rule. There are always exceptions."
"Perry, you're very good when it comes to selling things. Even ideas."
"I used to be a concept man for a major studio.
I worked on soap operas. You know, daytime schmaltz."
"Hey, back in Kansas, everyone watches that stuff," Candy jubilated. "Did you have a lot to do with those stories?"
"Not the stories themselves. They had a staff of writers for that. But the original concepts on which the stories are built."
She smiled. "That's wicked, Perry! Do you still do it these days?"
"Freelance. If they call and ask me to help them trigger a soap, I get involved It's distasteful, but a very easy score."
"Pay well?"
"Incredible. You make more doling out corn, than you'd make as President of the U.S."
"Really?"
"Yeah. A lot of money. And unlike the president, you don't have to be full of shit ALL the time. Just most of the time."
"Mmm, I'll bet."
She laughed, and Perry realized he was taking himself very seriously and joined the chuckle.
"You've had quite a past, Perry. We've spoken about my past but never yours. What else have you done, besides ahm, concepts for daytime television? Any other really interesting things?"
"Aw, I'm a basically boring guy."
"I just bet."
He chuckled. "Well, I've been around the block a few times," he said. "But don't you want to watch these videos?" He nodded.
"Sure I do, Master. But first ... YOU!"
He exhaled in resignation.
"Come on, out with it!"
"Ok, why not? I was born in Brooklyn New York. Like a lot of kids who were facing a life on the bottom, I decided to go get some money or die trying."
"Wow! How'd you go about that, Perry? Was it easy or hard?"
"Oh, yeah, it was real easy. You don't make money working hard. Not in the REAL world. Everyone around me who worked hard was waiting for the gold watch. I knew it wasn't my style."
"So how'd you make it?"
"I don't know if I should go into this."
"Please Master. You know all about me!" Candy let out, looking at him with the cool blast of her man-melter blue eyes.
"Ok, it was simple. You see, I grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. I had a lot of contacts. People like myself, who were ambitious, but didn't know quite where to start. So we started out ... hijacking freight trains."
"A bandit!"
He chuckled. "Candy, it was not glamorous. It was a real pain in the ass. I never wanted to carry a gun and hurt people. So the best I could do was creep around in the dirt like an animal, and pop the locks on freight cars. It was easy, but it wasn't fun."
"How'd you sell what you stole?"
"In Brooklyn, finding someone to buy a hot load was easier than finding someone to buy a legal load. It was no problem."
"Did you ever get caught?"
"Sure. I was sent to prison for a year. That's where I learned how to do it right. Until that point, I had no idea what I was doing. When I came out of the joint, I had the connections to locate the really valuable loads. I also had the men I needed to form a crew and go for the gold. And I also had the places to sell my booty for very nice cash. Big time."
"Ever get caught again?"
"No, but I only did a few big scores. Then I did something close to what you did. I packed everything up and moved to L.A."
"Why L.A.?"
"My criminal network ... well, they were getting very successful. Lots of money and power. Some went into politics. Some went into the movie industry. I came to this town with enough cash to LOOK like I was doing something. But I was going to run out of bucks unless something happened quick."
"What happened?"
"I met ... my sponsor. He got me the job working for the television studio. He also set me up with some people who allowed me to make a lot of cash.
I won't say how but trust me. I made a lot of money. And like yourself, I started with nothing."
"That's great, Perry!"
"Yeah, well, I didn't have much choice. I had to either make it, or watch others make it and sit there feeling like a fool."
Perry was done talking. He switched on the video machine and for the next three hours, they watched tapes of Candy being whipped, butt-fucked, mouth fucked, and placed in various bondage poses.
The girl was obviously enjoying this very much. At one point she moved close to her Master and placed her head on his lap as they sat on the couch.
"Tired of this?"
"No please leave it. I want to see as much of it as possible."
"Ok."
"Are we going to make another one before you hand them in?"
"I was thinking of a grand finale. But watching this, I don't know if it's necessary."
"Let's do it anyway."
"Really?"
"Sure! For fun!"
"Well, ok, I don't see why not. How about ... mmm, let me thing for a minute."
"Ok!"
Candy went back to watching the video. Perry got up and lit a cigarette. He went out, to take a walk around the grounds and see if he could get inspired to come up with a good idea. It didn't take long.
He wouldn't tell her what he was doing. He wanted to invoke REAL terror in the blonde beauty. If she knew, she would have to act; have to pretend to fear her new powerful master.
Perry knew the sponsor liked bondage which employed suspension devices. He liked to see bound beauties pulled taut by gravity.
So he used the ropes and hooks, to suspend Candy from the center of the living room. He left her red dress on, so that he could peel it off her with a blade, slowly, with much drama.
But he intended to add something new to this episode. He had an enema device in the car. He went and got it. Then he picked up his switch and began spanking the girl's rump and knobs.
After she broke sweat, Perry took his blade and began peeling off her clothing.
He smiled at the discovery she wore no panties. She was learning what he liked.
That little pussy," he huffed, hooking a finger into her already-lubricated cunt.
Take me Master!"
"Yeah, I will," he said, jerking down her dress, which ripped off of her lovely golden limbs. He tossed the dress aside. He liked the sexy brassiere with nipple holes, so left it on.
"Baby, I love those big knobs," he said, running his fingers over the bulging, spilling titty tops. The push-up bra made her knobs look even bigger, and guided the smooth flesh up, so the titty tops jiggled every time she moved even slightly.
He picked up the switch and gave it to her across her bare ass.
Whack!
"Perry!
Whack!
"Oooohh!"
Crackle
"Master!
CrAcKle!
"Master! That's toooo hard!"
Crack!
Whack!
Wham!
Girl cakes wriggled as she squirmed against the ropes. Her arms were pinned high over her head, which made the big knobs jut out.
He spun her around and gave her a crack across the tops of her breasts.
"Yyyyeoooowww!"
Crack!
The switch came down across her leg tops. Crackle!
"Master! Too hard!"
It was true. He'd never whacked her this hard before. He noticed by the way her brow arched, the way her red lips quivered, that he was really hurting her this time. Well, it was the last video.
He wanted it to look real. And it was. It was! Crackle!
"Oh Master please!"
Whack!
Whack!
Crackle!
Whack!
The girl gasped and rolled her eyes. The nostrils flared as her moist by danced under the constant lashing.
Perry lifted the switch to strike, but noted that her spine had become slack. Was it possible? "Candy?!"
He walked around and faced her. She'd passed out from the pain.
Perry placed a few ice cubes into a handkerchief and gently revived her. She came back pouting and gasping for breath.
"Master, what happened?"
"You fainted. I guess I was being a little rough. I'm sorry."
"Oh Master!"
He cut her down and placed her tenderly on the thick rug. Her body was red with switch marks, and he quickly cleaned her with a moist towel. Then he began to oil her delicately.
"Feels so good my Master."
"Mmmm, I was worried about you. But you know, you are so beautiful when your brows arch, when you tremble with pain. I am sorry."
"It's alright, Master."
The man who Perry Mimms referred to as "Sponsor," pulled his black Rolls into the driveway of the private club near Westwood. He drove slowly up the private drive, and left the Rolls with the valet.
Tiago Riviera stepped out of the Rolls and lit a thick Cuban cigar. At sixty, he was trim and well built, and completely fastidious in his dress and manner.
He'd grown up in Brooklyn, just like Perry. But Tiago was blessed with some extremely potent international criminal and political connections. He was a world-wise man before turning eighteen. By the time he was twenty-one he was a millionaire.
No one knew much about how me made his money. People whispered about contraband of this and that sort. But no one knew.
And if they did they kept the information to themselves or else.
Tiago Riviera moved to Hollywood in the Sixties, following some very lucrative offers from people in the movie industry. He quickly put together a very strong network, and when video cassettes came into prominence in the early Seventies, Tiago's fortunes swelled considerably. Very considerably.
The exclusive men's club was only for millionaires. No official papers or policies set this precedent. But the annual dues were well beyond the abilities of normal working men.
One-hundred-grand a year!
The club was modeled on the old-fashioned men's clubs that once flourished in New York City and Boston. It was chic and elegant, with a great kitchen, a meeting room that any member could use for business conferences, a ball room for catered parties. Also a fully-equipped gym, with a steam room and a massage room. And a swimming pool. And a small but well-designed driving range in the back, where members could practice their golf stroke.
There was another area of the club, which only a small percentage of members knew about. This was in the basement, and was a sex club! Here, members who were so inclined and could pay the extra fifty-grand in annual dues, met to hash over their fetishes.
Every now and again, a particularly beautiful woman was hired to perform a live sex act for the club members. And sometimes a private party would be arranged, complete with party girls, who were hired to service whoever wanted them, in whatever way the members wished.
Tiago Riviera slid his card in the locked door. It was a special card, which was calibrated with his club membership number. And because he'd paid that extra fifty-grand, a notch in his card unlocked the big steel door.
On the way into the private screening area, he greeted a few other club members who were on their way in.
But Tiago was busy looking for Perry, and barely paid attention to anyone else.
He saw Perry sitting in the corner, sipping a drink and looking at a stack of videos.
"Hey Perry, I guess you're ready for me," Tiago said, approaching.
"Tiago! Yeah, I was just dating and labeling these cassettes so you could watch them in order."
"If this girl is what you say she is, I'm going to enjoy these."
"Oh man, she's more than you can imagine. I mean, well, you will see."
"So, shall we entertain the screening room? We could hand one in for everyone's enjoyment. Or, we could go to a private room and view one."
"Tiago, I think you're going to want to keep this girl to yourself."
"Well, ok."
They left the large screening room, just as one of the member's videos was about to start. It was common for members to share their hottest properties with other members.
Tiago usually let the others see his prized private videos.
But it impressed him that Perry thought so much of this girl. She was a special piece of ass. That much Tiago was sure of.
Perry did not make a fuss over nothing.
"Want a drink first, Tiago?"
"Perry, I've been jumping out of my skin for two days. Just start the video."
"Alright. Here we go."
Tiago closed the door on the private screening room, leaving Tiago inside by himself. He walked upstairs to the main bar, and ordered a drink.
Perry figured that Tiago would be up soon, raving about the blonde beauty.
He was right about the raves. Wrong about soon!
Three hours later, Tiago came upstairs, gasping with excitation.
"The blonde girl is a goddess!"
"Yeah!"
"I must meet this girl!"
Perry smiled. He was pleased. Usually, Tiago was happy to view the girls, and only on rare occasions did he actually want to meet one of them.
"I'll set it up tomorrow."
"Now!"
"Oh, well, ok, let's take a ride. She's staying in your cottage in the Hollywood Hills."
Tiago smiled. "So that's why you asked if you could use the cottage? I thought I recognized that living room in the video."
"Yeah, Candy fell in love with the cottage. I told her she could stay there. I'm going to move in with her for a while too."
"You've got taste, my man."
Perry followed the Rolls, because he didn't want to leave his cherry-red Corvette at the club and have to pick it up later.
CHAPTER SEVEN
When they got to the cottage, they walked in together. Before they met Candy, Tiago slid Perry an envelope. It contained ten grand!
When they got inside, Tiago handed the blonde girl an envelope with five-grand in it.
"Candy, this is my sponsor. His name is Tiago."
"Hello Tiago."
"Candy."
He kissed her hand like a European gentleman. Then he looked her over.
Candy wore a casual around-the-house outfit. She was not expecting company. A pair of cut-off jeans, a loose sheer white blouse, and sneakers.
"If I knew you were coming I would have been dressed a bit differently."
"Oh, it's ok, Candy. I didn't expect Tiago to feel this urgent about meeting you."
He laughed. "Me neither. But Candy, you are a very beautiful woman. I was hoping we could arrange a private show."
"Well of course. I can't believe this money," Candy said, beaming.
"You deserve it."
"I've never had so much money at one time!"
"It's just the beginning, young lady. I have the feeling things are going to go your way from now on." He looked at her hotly.
"Let me go change."
"Please do."
The men sat down and poured a drink. Perry put on the video machine and they watched some of" the out-takes from the presentation that Tiago received.
"The out-takes are as hot as what you gave me. I might want to keep them."
"Sure, Tiago, keep them all. There's about twenty tapes. We had a very busy two days."
"Wonderful."
"I knew you'd like these tapes, Tiago, but you didn't have to double the number to me. I mean, ten-grand is a bit steep."
"Only money."
Perry chuckled. "Man, you don't act like a rich guy, Tiago."
"That's 'cause I started out poor, just like you did, Holmes."
"Yeah, well if anything explains it, that does, m'man," Perry let out.
Tiago watched a video for a moment, replaying the special cum-shot that culminated with Candy's face covered with hot sauce."
"Wild shit!" Tiago let out.
"Yeah, isn't it fine the way she takes a cum bath? She's not squeamish or anything."
"Wonderful. I think'm going to actually ... ahm, TOUCH this one."
Perry restrained a gasp. Tiago rarely touched a living human being. He had some crazy thing about germs. A woman had to be stone beautiful before he'd actually touch her living flesh.
This was going to be one of those times.
The blonde girl came out into the living room dressed in a very tight leather hot skirt, a slim deep cut blouse, and those great fuck-me pumps that seemed to melt men's minds before her eyes.
She looked at Tiago, very much aware of the way he gazed at her.
"You look wonderful!"
"She's dressed special. Tiago, I never saw her in this outfit before. What's underneath, Candy?"
"Well, I'm wearing that girdle you had me wear on a video, and nylons with garters, and plain white panties. I can change if-"
"That's fine," Tiago said. "Would you mind dancing for us?"
"Dancing?"
"I mean, would you consider doing a slow sexy strip for us?"
"Sure, Tiago, I'd do anything to please Perry, and he seems to think a lot of you. So ... sure, whatever you'd like."
Perry put on some sleazy music.
The girl loved the way Tiago's face lit up when he looked at her, and she decided to give him the show of his life.
Slowly, softly, the girl hips began to grind. She didn't want to rush things. The leather skirt was kind of hot, and the girdle didn't help. She broke into a sweat very quickly. But that was fine.
Her golden skin looked lovely moist. And she knew it. She pushed her knobs out, jutted out the tight balls of her buttocks and danced in a slow sexual manner.
The blonde mane was tossed from side to side, opening up like a great flower that settled around her titty tops and down her back.
Candy bent and bumped, as if a man was feeding his dick into her pussy. She hissed and lifted her upper lip, revealing the perfect white teeth.
"Come on Candy, speed it up. Take some of those clothes off."
Perry's suggestion caused an immediate response. The girl began unbuttoning her blouse, and soon it was off. The creamy golden shoulders and high breast tops were now visible as she humped.
"Now the girdle, baby."
It was a lace girdle, and it took some doing. Candy made it seem more like fun than labor, undoing the thongs slowly, seductively. In a few minutes, she tossed the moist girdle at Tiago.
He caught it and held it to his face, taking a deep sniff of her womanly sweat.
"Now the panties, Candy. Show Tiago that golden bush," Perry suggested.
Candy slid the panties down over her long sweet legs, then offered them to Perry, who immediately held them to his nostrils.
"Hmmm, I love that pussy sweet aroma," he let out, handing them to Tiago.
Tiago dropped the girdle. The panties were more to the point.
It pleased the blonde beauty to have two men completely charmed by her, sniffing at her panties like school boys. But they were not mere school boys and she knew that soon the demands would start.
Candy was ready!
After a while, Tiago motioned for the dancing girl to approach. "Come and let me feel those knobs, baby," said the horny sponsor.
She moved towards him, shoulders back and breasts bulging.
He scooped up her moist nubs and bent his neck. His tongue darted over the titty tips as he cupped the big cones and pushed them together.
As her cleavage deepened, Tiago's fingers traced the shape of her breasts. He moved slowly, with great reverence and appreciation.
"Perfect tits, Candy!"
"Thank you Tiago!"
"No, Candy, thank you."
Tiago laid down on the rug, his big throbber sticking up like a pole.
"Screw your pussy down on my dick," he commanded.
The blonde girl still moved to the music now, as she got over Tiago's body and arranged herself so her pussy would descend in the right place.
Slowly and with deliberate aim, the girl's humping hips came down. She let his big throbber brush on her bush, and against the button of her clitoris. She watched him closely and knew he was clearly having a great time. He was clearly impressed with her.
"Now feed me those great knobs!"
She bent down, so that her tits were dangling down over his lips.
Tiago scooped the big golden knobs in his palms and held the tit tips to his mouth. His tongue darted over them hotly, again and again. He felt the tight pussy drawing over the head of his prick. "Candy! Lay it on me!"
She moved her hips in circles, ever-descending on his throbber.
Meanwhile, Perry got hold of one of his video cameras and turned it on. This was a first. He knew Tiago would get a kick out of this. He aimed it at the blonde girl who's hot body was descending on Tiago's big penis.
"Dance for me, Candy!"
The blonde girl went wild, throwing her wild mane about, rippling her belly as her pussy quivered around his throbbing penis.
She squeezed hard.
"Yeah!"
The hot dick began erupting at once, and soon she felt his spunk shooting up into her hot cunt.
Tiago exploded in the blonde's hot tight snatch! He gasped, feeling the cunt heat clutching his throbber in a wonderful way.
"That's it, Candy!"
"Mmmmmm, I love the feel of that hot spurting penis in meeeee!"
The girl's own orgasm was triggered by Tiago's, and perched upon his phallus, she went into a series of spasms that drove the sponsor out of his mind with lust and desire for her.
When they were both still, the girl felt herself being lifted off of Tiago by Perry.
"Baby, that was easily the best lay of my life," Tiago said. "Thanks."
"And now if you two will excuse me-"
"You're not leaving?"
"I have things that must be done," the sponsor explained. "But you can be sure I will watch these videos. And I will see you again."
"Please come back soon."
"You two will be staying at the cottage, I hear. I will drop in once in a while. Stay here as long as you like. I own this place. You can use it for as long as you wish. I like this girl," he said to Perry. "You were right about her. She's special."
"Tiago, Candy really wants to be an actress. As you can see, she's talented."
"I will take care of this matter," Tiago said, winking at the blonde.
"Can I help with anything?"
"You can relax and enjoy yourself until you hear from one of the studios. I will watch the videos and decide how best to get started."
"Tiago, thanks!"
"See you soon."
Perry walked him out to the Rolls. "What do you think?"
"She's a goddess. I will help her at once. And you, Perry, have made an old man real happy."
"You're not that old."
"Perhaps, but what I had to do to make my money, it's made me feel like a very ancient thing. It's rare I actually get my steam up to fuck a living woman. I'd like to, you understand. It's just ... I don't get the urge to actually do it. Usually, I just like to dream about it. A woman must be entirely lovely before I can actually bring myself to fuck her."
"I understand."
"Do you mind if I drop by the cottage from time to time?"
"Tiago, please, what's mine is yours. You've always treated me like a brother."
"I would not want to hurt you, Perry, if you have a possessive thing for this lovely girl."
"I do, but you're excluded from such hang ups. You and I go back too far for that."
They embraced.
Inside, Candy was jubilant.
"He likes me, Perry, I could tell. I think he's going to help me."
"I knew it. Check your envelope."
The money?"
"Yeah."
She emptied it out. It wasn't the agreed upon five-grand! It was seven-thousand-dollars. "What's this?"
"I had the feeling he'd do that. Tiago, when he likes someone, can be really generous. And I think you're right, Candy. He likes you. You're a very lucky girl."
Perry rewarded her for her special qualities, fucking her brains out for the rest of the evening.
A few days passed without event. Then, Candy got a phone call. It was from one of the major television network studios, asking her to audition for a role on a soap opera. She couldn't believe it!
"Perry, listen, that phone call was from a studio," she bubbled. "I might have a job as an actress."
He smiled and made the thumbs-up. "I'm really not at all surprised."
"But-"
"Candy, with who you have on your side, the world is an open door. Just dress nicely and don't lay it on too thick. You've nothing to fear. The job is yours."
"Think?"
"I know."
And he was right. The audition was a formality. Candy was shocked and pleased to see her good friend-and new sponsor-Tiago, among the people she was auditioning for. She was told at once, that she had the job.
"Report Monday morning," the director said, "and we'll begin working you in to the story. Would you like to have your lawyers look at the contract?"
"Well, ahm-"
"I'll handle this for you," Tiago said, taking the contract papers out of the director's hand. "Thanks, Tiago," she said, smiling. "You need a ride home?"
"Well, Perry was going to pick me up. But I haven't called him yet, so if you have time for me, sure," she let out.
Tiago put his arm around her shoulder and walked her out to the lot.
He opened the door of his dark Rolls, and the hot blonde got in.
"This is happening very fast," Candy said, as they drove along.
"Well, when things go right, they go right all the way. I've had this contract drawn up to give you every possible edge, Candy. You can have a lawyer check it if you would like-"
"No, if you say it's good, I'll just sign it, Tiago. I don't think you'd do anything to hurt me."
He was pleased with her trust.
They rolled through L.A. twilight, feeling very good. Tiago was smoking a hand rolled cigarette instead of his usual Cuban cigar, and he handed it to her.
She drew on it, recognizing the taste from her year at college. It was primo leaf.
She felt great. It was hard to believe a few weeks ago she'd been waiting on tables.
"So what are you going to do with all the money you'll be making?"
"Gee, I don't know."
Five-grand a week plus three-thousand a week for clothing and a thousand for expenses. That's quite a nice budget for a young girl."
"Incredible."
"Don't think working on a soap is not hard work, Candy. It's a real drag sometimes. You're there all day. You get up at six in the morning, and you're on the set all made up by seven-thirty, and you're lucky if you get home by seven at night."
"But the money is great!"
"Yes, it is. But I don't know how long it will go. I was thinking that after a few months, we might move you around a little."
"Oh?"
"A feature film. It's hard work too, but not as grinding and continual."
"Really?"
"Yeah, you're going places, young lady."
"This is all so incredible. Tiago, will you stay the night with me and Perry? I'm sure he'd love it if you did. And I want you to."
"Well ... maybe."
When they got back to the cottage, Candy was shocked to find that Perry had hired her a housekeeper and cook; a young Mexican girl who was extremely lovely. The girl, Rita, was also very qualified. She'd worked in the kitchen of one of the finer Mexican restaurants in the Los Angeles area.
"Rita will be helping you with housework too, Candy," Perry said, "as you will be very busy from now on."
Rita started proving her stuff at once, serving a very fine meal to Perry, Candy, and their guest, Tiago.
They ate in the living room, while watching one of the videos that Perry'd made of Candy when they just met. It was smoking!
"Wow!"
"Hard to concentrate on this fine meal with all of this going on," Tiago said. "Should I turn it off?"
"No way!" They laughed.
Rita couldn't help but glance at the screen during one of the bondage scenes. But instead of being shocked or upset by it, she smiled.
"Hey, that's you!" she said, looking at Candy.
Candy smiled. "Guilty."
"Wow, what a nice body you got, Candy!"
Perry lifted his glass. "I'll drink to that."
"Me too," said Tiago.
"Pull up a chair and pour yourself a drink, Rita. All work and no play is not a healthy thing."
Rita shrugged, looking at Candy. "Is that ok with you, Mistress?"
"What? Sure Rita. Come and sit down. Food's all out. No reason not to enjoy it."
The four of them ate, jabbering and laughing as they enjoyed Rita's cooking.
How did you meet Perry, Rita?" Candy asked.
"Oh, well, I was working out at the gym, where I go after work to keep in shape. And this guy," she nodded towards Perry, "he was sort of flirting with me. You know? So I liked him. He's cute, he's friendly. We started to talk."
"Hmmm," Candy said smiling wickedly. "Did he ask if you wished to appear in a video?"
"Yes!" the lovely raven-haired beauty let out. "As a matter-of-fact-"
"Ah-haa! A pattern emerges," Perry said, winking at Tiago.
"And here you are, wondering how you got so lucky, right?"
"Well, it's better than that hot kitchen at the lousy pay there were giving me. People love to take advantage of young girls and give them nothing in return. If I'm going to work, I want to make money. And if I have to have a boss, let it be someone like Perry, and not the slob who ran that restaurant."
Laughter shook the table.
"Now let me ask you a private question, Rita, have you gone so far as to appear in a video yet?"
"Well, not yet. This just happened the other day. But it's coming."
"It sure is. You see what's going on on the screen. Would you ... would you do what I'm doing?"
"Sure, looks like fun!"
Candy smiled, lifting her glass. "Welcome to the family, little Rita."
Rita lifted her glass. "Oh? Well, ok!"
"I just got inspired," Perry said, "to make a video of the two of them."
Tiago smiled. He liked the idea.
Two hours later, Rita and Candy stood facing each other in the living room. They were both dressed in bikinis, wearing high heels and bandannas to keep their lovely manes off their faces.
The video cameras were on, and both Tiago and Perry were deeply involved in selecting angles. This was going to top off Tiago's private collection.
"Mix it up, girls," said Perry, directing the action. "Let's get into a little bondage. Since you are the one who's hip to that score, Candy, you will be the mistress."
"Fine."
"Okay with me," said the raven-haired young beauty.
The video filming started with Perry telling them to warm each other up by going down on each other. Pussy cakes quivered!
The girls were in a sixty-nine position. Their skin tones contrasted nicely; the olive-complexioned dark-haired Rita and the golden blonde Candy.
Candy let her tongue slide into the girl's pussy, and had to hold on as she bucked and kicked in excitation.
Soon Rita caught hold of herself, and to keep Candy in that giving mood, she slid her tongue into the blonde delta of her cunt.
Mmmmmm!"
"Oh yeah!"
Candy and Rita began to writhe and storm, as they lapped at each other's cunts.
Candy's palms surrounded the girl's tight cakes, as she held her pussy flush with her mouth.
The raven-haired beauty lost no time in tonguefucking the sweet blonde.
"That's the way," Perry let out, tossing Candy a dildo. "Fire her up with this."
Candy noted it had a strap-on attachment. So! Now she'd learn what it felt like to fuck a beautiful girl. Candy paused long enough to strap on the dildo, then she mounted the raven-haired Rita.
Rita rolled her tight hips, as the blonde girl descended on her.
"Give it to me bitch!" cried the blonde, duplicating her Master's tones when he fucked her nice and hard. "Give me that cunt."
Rita rolled her hips and squeezed the dildo playfully, all the while massaging Candy's clitoris with her fingers for effect.
Tiago surprised them all!
"What's going on?"
"This is too hot to pass on, hombre," Tiago said, standing next to Rita and placing her head on his leg. He guided her mouth to his penis.
"Well, if you think we should complicate it, let's go all the way," Perry said, taking off his slacks and stepping into the circle.
It got a little complex, but it was fun. Rita sucked Tiago, as Candy fucked her with the dildo. Meanwhile, Perry got behind Candy and porked the sweet cakes of her buttocks.
Orgasmic heat caused such frantic bucking, that Perry was knocked free of the sweaty slippery blonde beauty. He ended up laughing, on the rug, wondering how he'd been jostled.
He didn't have to be alone for long.
Candy got up and went down on her Master. She lowered her cunt on his dick.
Two couples fucking in the middle of the living room, with a series of video cameras going.
Great fun!
"Give me that gigantic cock," Rita begged. "I love the way it stuffs me up!"
Tiago gasped began to spurt in the woman's pussy, loving the way her hot sweet inner tightness contracted around his dick as he spasmed.
Candy felt her Master's penis penetrating her pussy again and again.
"Oh, fuck me Master!"
He drew her arms behind her back, to make the big knobs push forward. He licked and nibbled at her big sweet bosoms as he spunked deep in her cunt.
When they were both finished, the women were encouraged to mix it up again.
"What a show!" Perry said.
"Perry, you've really taken me out of my lethargy with your mischief," Tiago said.
"Well, you've helped me enough."
"It's always been mutual with us, Perry. But I don't know if I can ever reward you properly for this little cottage full of pussy."
"I think we have other things to worry about now, Tiago, like keeping these sweet girls stuffed with dick."
"Hey not easy for a man my age. You might have to do most of the work yourself."
"Your age? You don't realize this, but you're a teenager again. Just wait and see if your dick goes down."
Tiago laughed.
Candy felt the waves of orgasmic heat mounting in her delta. She gave-in to the fire, and let it ripple through her golden body.
"Ohhhh yeahhhh!"
"Mmmmmmm!"
"Lick meeee, Rita!"
"Mmmmmmm!"
The blonde girl erupted in a series of wild spasms, her hair loose and free, her breasts heaving as she gasped for air.
When the blonde girl was done, she literally leaped on Rita, spreading her legs and going down on her for real. The dark-haired beauty's eyes rolled with pleasure.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Two days later, Candy and Rita were in a rush. Candy had to be on the set of the soap opera by seven. It was almost six-thirty as the little red Jaguar-a gift from Tiago-left the driveway.
"I would have had Perry drive me to work," Candy confessed.
"But?"
"Well, he has a hard time driving like a human being. He's only happy at ninety."
Rita laughed, grinding the gas pedal to the floorboards and revving the Jag up to an even ninety. "Hey!"
She slowed down. "Just joking." She proceeded onto the Thruway at an even sixty. "I'm really enjoying myself lately, Candy. You suppose this is going to last forever? Even a week would be heaven."
"Rita, I think we're too lucky girls. I've been talking to the producer about having you on the soap opera for a guest appearance. Wait until you find out what they pay for that."
Rita laughed.
"We really stepped in shit with Tiago and Perry, hey?" the raven-haired beauty let out. "Yeah, incredible."
"But what about the bondage? You ok with that?" Rita asked.
"It used to shake me up a bit but you know how I feel now?"
"Hmmm?"
"Tiago and Perry ... they're old style romantics. They want to see beautiful women with their tits heaving, tied to trees."
"Yeah, cute."
"Yeah, I like it. And anyway, whatever you say about it, what it comes down to is pussy worship."
Rita laughed loud and long, as they cut through the morning traffic leading towards ... Hollywood.
Things went very well over the next month. Finally, having made a small fortune, the foursome took a week off and flew to Vegas for some fun and games.
Tiago and Perry hit the casinos with passion. The lovely blonde, Candy, and the raven-haired Rita, were more interested in the compulsive and gigantic losing that was taking place inside the air-conditioned nightmare that constituted the average casino's gambling area.
It was a showcase of very strange behavior.
People had fun losing money, Candy and Rita learned one day-or was it night?-watching the Blackjack tables.
That guy's been dropping a thousand bucks on each hand," Candy whispered to Rita, who'd been watching someone else.
"Oh?" Rita looked interested as she gazed at the well-dressed hunk.
"From the look on his face, I'd say he sort of likes it," Candy continued.
"Well, he doesn't look upset. Maybe he isn't losing."
"Shall we walk up and watch?"
"Sure."
The girls walked up to the table and slithered onto either side of the gentleman. He was so busy looking at his cards, he didn't notice them until the hand was over.
He a dropped one thousand dollar chip.
"Ouch!" Rita said.
The gentleman looked up. He smiled. It was not the weak smile of a man in pain.
"You look amused," Rita said, not without a certain amount of awe.
The gent shrugged, dropping another thousand dollar chip. He didn't even watch as the cards were dealt. "Oh," he said softly, what's your name?"
"Rita."
"Hello Rita."
"Hi, that's my friend, Candy."
"Candy?" the gentleman turned to the blonde girl on the other side of him. "Candy! Well, hello girls."
"Want another card?" the dealer said. "What?"
"You're in a game," Rita reminded him.
"Oh, of course." The gentleman looked at the card facing up. It was an ace. He smiled. "I think that will do," he told the dealer. "But I'd like to drop a few more chips down."
The dealer shrugged. "Feel free."
The gentleman dropped fifteen one-thousand dollar chips on the table.
"Ahm, that's over the limit," the dealer said. "I'll have to call the pit boss."
The gentleman's attention was on Rita now, as the dealer worked out his problem. "You two are probably about to become my lucky angels," he said. "I've got that feeling, anyway." He looked at the table, at his cards; one up and one down. "We'll see."
"What's your name?" Rita asked.
The gent looked from Rita to Candy, then back to the table. "My name's Cal."
"Just Cal?"
He smiled. "MR. Cal."
"I see," Rita said, shrugging and winking at Candy.
The pit boss came over, approved the bet, and stayed to watch the outcome.
Cal flipped his card over when the house called. He had an ace and a King.
"Twenty-one!" Rita let out.
Cal shrugged. "I knew it. Please ladies, don't go anywhere. I've got to win back another ten grand. Then we can start to MAKE some money."
"Well, we have things to do-"
"Girls, believe me, I will reward you very graciously if you help."
"I can't let him down," Rita said to Candy. "There's something about him. I think he's a real old-school rogue."
"Well," Candy looked doubtful.
"Please, Blondie," Cal said. "Don't abandon me in my moment of need."
"Ok."
Cal turned back to the dealer. He looked from the dealer to the pit boss. "Will you gents mind if we make each bet a ten-chip arrangement?"
The dealer's eyes bulged. But the pit boss-obviously an old trouper-was harder to shake. He'd seen these quiet gents before. A pretty girl walks up and they win a hand. After that they think they've got some divinity going for them.
"Sure," said the pit boss. "I'm taking all limitations off of this table as long as Mr. Cal would like."
The dealer's wide brow broke into a moist sweat, which he wiped with a silk handkerchief. He loosened his tie and collar, then dealt the next hand.
At ten-grand a pop, Cal won back everything he'd lost in under fifteen minutes. After that, he started to accumulate winnings. Over the next forty minutes, Cal lost three hands and won over eighteen.
The thousand-dollar chips were piling up.
Finally, Cal lost two games in a row. He got up. He was at least a hundred-grand ahead. He smiled, handed the dealer one chip-a grand-as a tip, and collected his plastic.
"Ladies," he said, "a good gambler knows when to pack it in. Always hedge when you lose and go for it when you win. Progressive Gambling is a disease." He smiled at the pit boss, making the thumbs-up.
The pit boss looked more like a pit bull. And not a very happy one.
Cal tossed the pit boss a thousand-dollar chip as if it were a silver dollar.
"Thanks," barked the pit. "Stay out of my section for the rest of the night, would you please, Pal?"
"Cal," Cal corrected. "Pal's my brother's name."
The pit did not find this particularly funny. But Rita and Candy-both a bit giddy from all that winning-were almost hysterical.
"So ladies, let's take a table and watch the show."
They filtered into one of the stage areas alongside the casino and took a tiny table. Cal called over the waiter, and ordered a bottle of bubbly.
He then started counting out chips. He placed fifty in his pile, and made two other piles of twenty-five each. "Girls, these are for you."
"What?"
"Cal! You don't have to do that!" Candy almost yelped. She'd hardly expected him to give each of them twenty-five-thousand-dollars worth of chips.
"Don't worry. I've got fifty-grand to play with. You two deserve a boost for changing my luck at the table. Besides, it's only money."
"Wow!"
"Yeah, Cal, Wow! We're not used to men-to ANYONE-tossing out a gift of fifty grand."
Cal pulled a slim long Cuban cigar out of his inside suit pocket and began preparing it. "Girls, I've got more money than I could spend in five lifetimes. Just take the chips, cash them in and be happy."
"Well thanks."
"Thanks mucho."
"Girls," Cal said, his eyes narrowing, "would you consider expressing your gratitude in a more ahm, strenuous manner?" He looked at Rita, then Candy.
It was obvious and clear what was on his mind. "All for it!" Rita said, taking his arm. "Yeah, Cal, it'd be fun."
"I'll leave a message with Tiago and Perry that we're going to be tied up for a few hours," Candy said, getting to her feet.
"With who?" Cal asked.
"Don't worry, Mr. Cal," Rita said. "She will be right back. Do you have a room here? We can-"
"Honey, I've got a suite here. The High-Roller Suite. See, before I book my vacation I send a check for a quarter-million in chips and another quarter in casino credit. That way they have an orgasm at sight of me! I get the High-Roller Suite; free room service. A party girl if I want one, which I as a rule don't. It's a package deal."
"Wow."
"If you're vain enough, when you get here, you can tell yourself they're treating you real good because they LIKE you. Actually the High-Roller trip is for six-digit suckers. That's all it is."
"You don't seem to be much of a sucker, Cal."
"Yeah, they'll figure that out soon enough, and that will be the end of the hospitality. In the meantime, let's enjoy our special situation."
Rita laughed. She liked this handsome man. He was in his early fifties, perhaps, with a dark conservative suit and well-trimmed neat hair. Clean-shaven and very buffed looking, from his smooth cheeks to his polished wing-tips. But most of all, what she liked about him, was the air of easy confidence. It was as if nothing could bother him.
If he won, fine. If he lost, just as fine. She had the feeling he was in full control of all situations. It was an illusion, of course.
But it worked!
Tiago and Perry were tied up themselves. They'd picked up a couple of exotic local hookers, and were shocked to see Candy coming over.
Candy realized what was up, as soon as she saw the two show girls at the men's table. "Hey guys, we're going to be busy for a while," Candy said, winking. "Me and Rita have a new friend."
Perry winked. "Just don't do anything we wouldn't do," he said softly.
"Tell Rita to keep it clean," Tiago added.
"Sure. See you later. Are you taking these girls to OUR room?" Candy asked.
"We were going to take a ride out into the desert, actually," Perry said.
Candy looked at the girls. "I hope you two are ready for REAL men."
"So do we, Honey," one of the show girls said.
As an after-thought, Candy handed Tiago two chips-worth a grand each-and told him to give them to their "dates."
"It might improve the service."
Tiago, open-mouthed with shock, just nodded his head.
Laughing, Candy got up and walked back to the table where Rita and Mr. Cal were busy purring each other off.
"How'd it go?" Rita asked.
"We're free."
"Ok girls, the High-Roller suite is for us."
Cal escorted them to the special elevator that only went to the penthouse apartments. It was lined in rolled and pleated velvet, and had scalloped oak benches to sit on while climbing to the top.
Soft music and lights, incense in the air. A very luxurious mood, and they were only in the elevator!
"Hey, this is fine."
"Wait until you see the suite."
Cal had to use his key to open the door when they got to the floor. The button said Penthouse Two. The elevator door opened up right in the living room.
"Wow!"
"Incredible!"
The walls were glass, giving a view of lights in every direction.
"If it was daytime, you would be able to see the desert, beyond the lights. At night, all you see is that blinking neon, and all those lunatics down there tossing money around as if it was chicken shit."
"What business are you in, Cal?"
"Business?" He curled his lips. "Don't be crass. I made my money the old-fashioned way. I inherited
"Oh wow!"
"What did your Daddy do?"
"Daddy sat on his ass. And so did HIS Daddy. You see, my Great Grandpa, he left us with about fifty million reasons to sit on our asses."
The girls got a great chuckle out of that.
"No men have worked for a living in three full generations, ladies."
"That's quite amazing, "Candy said.
"Oh it's nothing to be proud of. Just the way it is. Actually, wealth can be a real burden."
"Oh, I bet," quipped Rita.
"Take my word. It's a cruel world when you have money. You can't really trust anyone. You have a sneaking suspicion that people who are nice to you have an ulterior motive. It's not what it seems."
"Well, yeah, that could be a problem," Rita conceded.
"A big problem," Candy added. "But Cal, you're not just rich. You're a handsome guy. You're self-confident. You've got style. What could be-?"
"All things that can be bought, dear girl. Anyone with fifty million dollars is confident. I have the time and money to work out in a gym twenty hours a week. You'd have to admit I'm in good shape for fifty-five."
"You look much younger!"
"Well, a life of leisure will do that. Ladies, you've hooked up with a somewhat jaded gent. You see, my kicks might be a bit hardcore for you."
"Don't let it worry you. Cal. What do you want to do?" Candy let out.
Cal smiled. "A little bondage, girls?"
"A little? How about a lot?"
Cal liked this. He stood back now, and observed the two beauties that Fate bestowed on him. "Would you girls consider mixing it up for me? A little show, to motivate me while I decide what I want."
"You mean, with each other?"
"Yeah."
Rita turned to Candy. "Give me that pussy, blonde bitch!"
"It's yours, Honey."
Cal sat on the couch, eyes wide with amazement as the two beauties fell into each other's arms.
"Take off your clothing," he commanded.
Rita and Candy were used to this. Tiago and Perry liked to watch them make it with each other. They peeled off each other's garments quickly.
The girls contrasted nicely; Candy's golden-girl blondness and Rita's dark-haired smooth flesh. They faced each other, tit to tit, and began nibbling and licking.
"Blondie, you've been a naughty girl," Cal said. "I think Rita should give you a spanking."
Without a word, Rita sat down and invited the blonde beauty to place her haughty hot cakes over her lap.
Candy liked being spanked. In fact, it was one of the few little kinks that brought her into orgasmic realms almost at once. She relaxed. Crack! "Ouch!"
"Oh yeah!" Cal gasped. "Give it to her Rita!"
Whack!
Crack!
Whack!
"Ouuuch!"
Candy squirmed, her glowing golden body breaking sweat as she writhed and sizzled on Rita's lap. Candy's hands were under her body, ostensibly to lift her rump up. But she was using her fingers to massage the clit and keep her body motivated to receive the spanking.
Crackle!
Whack!
Smack!
"Ooo! Ooo Rita that's HARD!"
Whack!
"Yeeowww!"
Crack!"
"Spank the bitch, Rita. I love watching the blonde cakes wiggle on your lap."
Cal got up off the couch, and when he did, his suit pants fell to the thick High Roller's rug. He kicked off his shoes and walked up to them, removing his suit jacket, white shirt, and undershirt. His skivvies were half off when he got close enough to rub his penis across the blonde's face.
"Keep spanking her," Cal hissed at Rita. He grabbed Candy by the hair and held her head up, positioning the blonde bitch so that he could slide his drooling penis over her face.
"Are you going to suck cock?"
"Yes Master," Candy said, knowing what he wanted to hear. She couldn't believe that, not long ago, she'd been utterly naive to this sort of thing.
Candy had grown up!
"Alright, Rita, stop spanking her now. I want her to suck my dick."
"Ok," Rita said, her hand paused over the bitch cakes. She looked at Cal.
"Stay still, Rita. When I want you to do something, I'll tell you."
"Alright Master."
"Now," he turned his attention to the blonde. "Take it deep bitch!"
Candy looked at him as her mouth opened. She knew from Perry, that some men found it very exciting if a girl looked into their eyes while giving head.
Cal smiled, brushing back the long blonde hair that'd fallen over her eyes and brow. "That's it, Candy, take it in deep for me now."
"Mmmmm!"
Cal gasped with shock. How many bitches could tongue-whip a dick like that? He wondered if ... just possibly, this blonde beauty had been seriously pleasure-trained.
It was the only explanation.
"Now take it all in, Candy. Right to the root," Cal hissed, clutching the girl's chin and hair, guiding her face so his dick slid in and out of her mouth.
"Mmmmmmm!" Candy let out, sucking deeply on the hot throbbing penis.
"Ok, Rita, get up. Girls, let's stop a second and juxtapose ourselves."
Candy's jaw got a rest, as they arranged themselves on the couch with Cal in the middle, a beauty on either side. He spread his legs.
Cal tossed a pillow on the floor between his legs. He snapped his fingers. "On your knees for me, Rita."
"Yes Master."
The dark-haired girl got on her knees between his legs. She placed a palm on each of his upper legs, and let his dick graze her lips.
"Candy, Rita's going to suck my balls while you finish what you were doing."
"Ok," Candy said, reaching for his dick. She fluttered her tongue on his throbbing member, as he crammed it into her face.
Rita sucked his balls hotly. The twenty-five casino chips had excited her to no end. She could barely believe it! All that money. She could go out and buy a fine car, and still have some cash left to party!
Incredible!
Rita's tongue worked hard, to please the man that had pleased her so much.
Cal gasped as Candy's cheek strained to take in the thickness of his prick. He decided to give her a rest. He let it slide out. He stroked her cheek, then ran the moist penis over her sweet foxy face.
"Rita, get up here. It's time for a cum bath!"
"Yes Master!" Rita said, getting to her feet. Her lips were dark from the strain of sucking his balls.
The girls got down, their lips on either side of his jewels. They let him guide them, with his hands on their necks.
"Girls, I want your tongues on my dick. Both of you at the same time. Go to work!"
Rita and Candy painted the hard phallus with their tongues, not missing an inch of throbbing male meat. Rita cupped the balk and massaged them. Candy pushed her golden breasts to the hairy sacs.
Meanwhile they licked and nibbled on Cal's throbber, as he watched in the living room mirror. He looked up. This was the High Roller lifestyle, alright, he mused. He'd been living it all his life. Most of the time it was dull as shit. He only took the casino up on their call girl-party girl offer, when he was bored beyond relief.
Most of the time, he'd return to his suite alone and go to bed alone, and wake up alone. Sex was something that Cal had purchased so much of in his life, that a woman had to be totally astounding to turn him on.
And even then it was difficult.
But these two beauties-his lucky angels were from another world altogether.
"Now girls, it's time for a cum bath. Open up for your Master!"
Candy's hot lips popped open. She felt a pearl of jizz land on her tongue. She licked jizz off her lips.
"Give me some, Master," Rita begged, closing her fist around the ejaculating penis. She let her tongue whip over it as it shot spunk on her cheeks and nose, on her chin and lips.
The two beauties were quickly glazed with cum, and his dick was still throbbing.
"Finish between my tits, Master," Rita begged. She cupped her knobs and closed them with is prick in her cleavage. Hot sauce bubbled up from between her knockers, coating the titty tops. She looked up at him, pleased by the look of pleasure on his face. Rita squeezed her tits together.
"Ohh yeah!" Cal let out.
After his orgasm, Cal was in a grand mood. He walked to his suitcase and emerged with a few sets of ropes. "Girls, you'd better tell your friends you are going to be completely tied up for the night."
"We told them."
"I doubt if they took you literally," Cal said, fingering the ropes as he looked at the two cum-coated beauties before him.
Candy smiled, licking hot sauce off her lips. "I think they know, Master, not to expect us back to our room tonight. We're yours tonight."
"Your property," Rita added. "If you wish."
"Oh, I wish. I wish."
Candy stretched, arms over her head, breasts jutting out to the hot male eyes that couldn't stop looking at them. "We are yours, Cal."
"Yeah," he said, looking from Rita to Candy and back. "Mine!" He licked his lips.
Many stories below, Perry and Tiago were escorting their show girls into the rented car for a ride in the desert. Perry paused to look back. His neck tilted as he took in the entire height of the casino and hotel.
"Think they're having fun?" he asked Tiago.
"Perry, I think the girls are having a ball. And now, if you will place your mind in the present-"
"Oh yeah, hell, we've got work to do."
Tiago chuckled. "Much work. So much to do. So little time!"
