"Suck it, bitch." I grabbed a handful of her hair and forced her down to her knees. With my free hand I undid my pants and pulled out my cock. It was already hard with anticipation. I pulled her head forward but she had her lips closed. I twisted her hair and she gasped with pain. I forced my cock into her mouth.
In the eighteen months we had been married, Carla had only sucked my cock twice. The first time was when she told me she wanted to get married, the second time was when she said she needed a new car. She always said that giving head made her feel dirty so I never insisted on it. I was in love with her. I was a fool.
It wasn't until I came home early from a business trip that I found out what a fool I'd been. I found her in bed with our next-door neighbor. She had just finished sucking him off and had his come all over her face. She was laughing, telling him that the next time she sucked me the way she did him it would cost me more than a new car.
Before I was done with them I had broken his nose and her arm. Before their lawyers were done with me I was flat broke. They had taken my house, my business and my bank account. This was my farewell performance.
"I said suck it!" The head of my cock slid over her tongue and brushed the back of her throat. She gagged and tried to pull away. I held her in place. When she relaxed again I started moving my hips, running my dick back and forth between her lips. Bitch that she was, she could give good head. She sucked me in earnest, rolling her tongue around my cock. I thrust forward again, burying myself in her mouth up to the hilt. Her nose was in my pubic hair and my cock was in her throat. She managed to control herself this time and held me there without gagging.
With her good hand she rubbed my balls. My come built fast and exploded in her mouth, before she had worked hard enough for it, but I couldn't hold back. It felt so good in her mouth, her lips and tongue sucking on me like a baby on her bottle. She rubbed my balls hard, milking the come out of them. Big spurts of creamy jissom filled her mouth. She tried to swallow it to keep from choking but couldn't. I was coming to hard and too fast. Streams of come dribbled from the sides of her mouth and ran down her chin.
When I was finally done I let go of her hair and let her sit back on her heels. She turned her head and spat on the floor. I slapped her once across the mouth, hard. Then I left. I never saw her or thought of her again.
It was summer, the beginning of the smog season in L.A. and I thought I was entering the worst period of my life. I took my last hundred dollars and checked into a run-down motel just off Sunset Boulevard in Hollywood with thirty of it. The plaster was cracked and the linen was all threadbare, but the water was hot and there weren't any bugs.
In the morning I answered a classified add. It read: CHAUFFEUR experience preferred but not necessary must be presentable and polite excellent driving record required call (213) 555-3825 9-11 AM
"At Your Service, this is Michelle, how may I help you?" It was a woman's voice, mature and confident.
"I'm calling in response to an ad for a chauffeur."
"Yes, thank you for calling. Have you any experience?"
"No, I'm afraid not, but my driving record is clean, no tickets and no accidents."
"I see. Do you own a dark suit?"
"Charcoal gray."
"Can you come into the office this morning at eleven?"
She gave me the address. It was at the end of the Sunset Strip, right where West Hollywood pretends it's Beverly Hills. I showered, shaved, and dressed. I decided to put on all clean clothes, my best silk shirt and tie. After all, I was making a fresh start, of sorts.
It was only a ten minute drive from my motel to the office and I arrived twenty minutes early so I could find a place to park. Luck smiled on me and I found a spot in a two-hour zone right away. I arrived at the office fifteen minutes early. It was on the eighteenth floor. When I walked through the door the view took my breath away. Through the windows I could all of the L.A. basin spread out before me. In front of the windows was the most stunning redhead I'd ever seen. She was in profile to me, bending over the bottom drawer of a filing cabinet. Her skirt was stretched tight across the curve of her ass and her thighs. From just above the knee her legs emerged, encased in pink nylon. She saw me and stood up. She smoothed her skirt and adjusted her blouse. I guessed her to be about thirty, my age, but she had the body of a seventeen year old, a very precocious seventeen year old.
"Hello," I smiled, "my name is Johnson. I have an eleven o'clock appointment."
"Won't you have a seat? M. Claire will be with you in a moment. I'm Michelle, I spoke to you on the phone."
I sat down by her desk and she went back to the filing cabinet. She stood with her back to me and her feet together. Then she bent forward at the waist so that all I could see of her was her ass and the backs of her legs. She stayed like that for about thirty seconds, then she started to move her knees a little so that her ass made little rotating motions. Then she moved her left foot so that her legs were as far apart as her skirt would allow, which was only about a foot, and continued grinding her hips.
She turned her head so that she was looking at me from around her right hip. She saw me staring at her ass. She smiled at me and gave her ass a little wiggle. Then she stood up again, this time with a file folder in her hand, and walked to her desk.
She sat down and handed me an application form. "Why don't you fill this out while you're waiting."
I took it and started to fill it out. Luckily, it was all very basic stuff: name, address, age, education, previous employment, and references. I say luckily because all the time I was filling it out, Michelle was leaning over her desk drawer. This time she was facing me and giving me a view down her front. While her skirt was short and tight, her blouse was frilly and loose fitting. Nevertheless, it was cut very narrow and low in front, so I could see the tops and sides of two gorgeous, melon sized breasts. Every once in a while, as she poked around in her drawer, she would reach one manicured hand up and scratch between her breasts, as if she had an itch that wouldn't quite go away.
She looked up at me and smiled again. This time she opened her teeth a little and showed me the tip of her tongue.
"Are you ready?"
I felt myself getting hard. I would be ready for her anytime. Then, with a start, I knew she meant the application.
"Yes, of course," I said, and handed it to her.
Good, come with me," she said, and stood up. She didn't move she just stood there, waiting, her eyes on my crotch.
I stood up. My cock was half hard and pressing out against the front of my pants, making a noticeable bulge.
"It looks like you have something in your pants, she said, smiling.
"Yes, it does," I said. I smiled back.
"You should do something so it doesn't stick out like that and embarrass you in public." She didn't make any move toward me. She just stood there watching me with a half smile still on her lips.
I was tempted to do a lot of things, but I figured this was her turf and I didn't know all the rules yet.
I opened my jacket and reached down inside my pants. I pulled my cock around so that it was pointed up then I buttoned my jacket again. By now I was almost fully hard but the curving bulge of my cock was concealed by my jacket.
Michelle took a step closer. "That looks a lot better." She put her hand on the front of my pants and rubbed it lightly up and down. "I'll bet it feels better, too."
"It's starting to feel very nice, thank you," I said.
She reached down and felt my balls through my pants. "You're right, it does feel nice," she said. Without another word she unzipped my fly and took out my cock. Her hand was cool and soft on my shaft. She stroked it gently, pulling the skin up and back smoothly. She put my application on her desk and took a tissue from a dispenser there. She held it under the head of my cock while she continued stroking me with her other hand.
"You show remarkable self-control, Mr. Johnson."
"Thank you, you're pretty remarkable yourself." My cock was throbbing. The head was purple and distended.
"You should come soon, or you'll run out of time for your interview," she said.
"What should I do?"
"Come now. Give it to me in my hand."
I did. I like hearing a woman talk dirty, especially a beautiful one like this. I filled her tissue with my come. She watched as spurt after spurt flowed out and soaked her tissue. She had to use three more to clean my cock and her hand.
"There," she said, "that should reduce the swelling." She smiled.
I zipped my pants and straightened my clothes.
"Follow me," she said.
"Anywhere."
She led me into an office so tastefully decorated that I would have thought it belonged to the CEO of an international corporation. Behind a wide expanse of desk sat a most distinguished looking man. His features were slender and delicate. He had white hair and tan skin. He could have been anywhere from thirty five to sixty five years old.
"M. Claire, this is Matthew Johnson. He is applying for the position of chauffeur." Michelle handed him my application.
"What do you think, Michelle?" He looked at me while he spoke to her.
"Mr. Johnson showed remarkable restraint without becoming cold or aloof."
"Admirable."
"Mr. Johnson also made it clear that he was not at all averse to er ... more personal interaction, shall we say?"
"Very good. Your summation?"
"I think Mr. Johnson may well prove to be an asset to our organization. I recommend hiring M. Johnson on a probationary basis."
"How tall are you, Mr. Johnson?" Now he spoke to me.
"Six foot two."
"How much do you weigh?"
"A hundred seventy five pounds."
"Mr. Johnson, as you have by now already guessed, At Your Service provides for its clientele more than just limousine service. While nothing will ever be demanded of you, your willingness to provide more than ordinary service will insure generous compensation and continued employment. Do I make myself clear?"
I looked him square in the eye and said, "I believe so."
"Have you any questions?" He asked.
"When can I start?"
"Michelle will orient you. Welcome to At Your Service, Mr. Johnson. I hope our relationship will be a long and profitable one.
CHAPTER TWO
I followed Michelle back to the outer office. She gave me tax forms to fill out, the keys to a limousine, and a beeper.
While I was filling out the W-4 she called the answering service and told them to take all calls, she was closing the office for lunch.
"You'll be on call twenty four hours a day, four days on, four days off. When you pager beeps, call the office, we'll have an order for you. At the end of your four days on turn in your limousine and take your four days off. Think you can handle it?"
"I think so," I said.
"Good. I just have one more thing to give you. Come with me." She walked to the wall opposite M. Claire's office and opened a concealed door in the wall paneling. She gestured me to go inside.
It was a lavatory. It had a shower, toilet, sink, an easy chair, and a full length mirror. It had carpeting, perfume and indirect lighting. It was a very elegant bathroom. She stepped in behind me. I heard her lock the door.
"This is my room," she said. "No one uses it but me. M. Claire has his own restroom and there's a public toilet down the hall."
She took my hand and led me to the easy chair. She sat down in it facing me. Her head was level with my crotch.
"It wasn't very nice of me to tease you like that before. I hope you can forgive me." She looked up at me. Her eyes were moist and green, almost pleading. She ran her right hand up the inside of my left thigh until she got to my balls. My cock got hard again, really hard.
"I think I'll be able to forgive you," I said.
"Is there something I can do to make it up to you?" She had a mischievous grin now and started rubbing my cock through my pants. "I want you to tell me what it is."
"You can suck me."
"What is it you want me to suck? Tell me." She was starting to breathe harder. She licked her lips and showed me her tongue.
"I want you to put my cock in your mouth and suck it. I want you to run your lips up and down my shaft until I fill your mouth with my come."
"Oh, yes," she breathed. "Let me suck on your cock. " She reached up and unbuckled my belt and opened my pants.
I took my jacket off and opened my shirt.
She pulled down my zipper. Her hands were beginning to tremble. She pulled my pants down to my knees.
My cock was straining against my underpants, a blunt arrow pointing straight at her face She pulled down my underpants. Eight inches of desire throbbed between us.
She gripped the shaft in her left hand and licked the tip. It got even harder and strained against her lips. She held the skin at the base of my shaft and started stroking it up and down. She put just the head of it between her lips and started teasing it with her tongue.
With her right hand she opened her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra. She took my cock out of her mouth and leaned forward, pressing it between her breasts. She started massaging my balls.
"Do you really want to come in my mouth?" She had a sly smile on her lips. "There are so many different places you could come."
"I want to come in you mouth, first," I said.
She bent her head down and took in the first six inches, I felt the head hit the top of her mouth.
"Sit back," I said. "I want to see your lips moving up and down on my shaft."
She did. She looked up at me while her head moved back and forth, my cock sliding in and out of her mouth. Then she let it slip out of her mouth and licked it up one side and down the other. She caressed my balls with both her hands and moaned softly. Then she licked down the bottom of my shaft and started to tongue my balls.
She grabbed my hips and pulled me toward her. She opened her mouth and tried to get both my balls inside. She couldn't quite do it and had to settle for sucking on them one at a time, rubbing each one greedily with her tongue. All the while, with her left hand she stroked my cock up and down, playing with the head occasionally. She moistened her right middle finger with her tongue and explored the crack of my ass with it.
"I'm going to come," I said. "I don't want you to loose any."
"Oh, no," she moaned, "don't come yet." She pulled away from me and held my cock in her left hand, tight. Gradually, the throbbing subsided. I could feel my orgasm receding.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I gasped. "You're driving me crazy."
She pulled her skirt up above her hips. She was wearing a garter belt and stockings but no panties. I could see she was a natural redhead. She reached over to the sink and opened a drawer. She pulled out a dildo. It was a ten inch vibrating model.
"Watch," she said.
She turned it on and the tip started a rhythmic undulation. With her left hand she opened her pussy lips. They were red and swollen with pleasure. Her pussy juice was already starting to drip and run down her ass. With her right hand she slid the dildo into her cunt, slowly, an inch at a time. She would push it in a little then pull it out a little. Then she'd push it in a little more and pull it out a little again, until she finally had the whole ten inches crammed into her cunt. She was rocking herself forward and back on her hips, moaning.
She reached forward and grabbed my cock again. She devoured it as if she were starving and it was the only food she had seen in weeks. With her left hand she held the dildo up her cunt and rubbed her pussy. With her right she caressed my balls, alternately rubbing them and milking them.
My dick was red and throbbing. It filled her mouth and she tried to swallow more. She pulled back and just kissed the head, licking it, trying to force the tip of her tongue into the little slit.
"Oh, God, please come now." My cock was in her mouth; she was talking around it. "I want you to come with me. Come in my mouth."
She sucked all of it in. I was rubbing against the back of her throat. Her nose was in my pubic hair. Her right hand rubbed my balls and I exploded into her mouth. I could feel the come starting deep in my scrotum. It built up force and speed and finally erupted in great creamy spurts of semen, filling her mouth with my juice.
Her moaning gradually quieted as my ejaculation subsided. She kept her mouth on my cock, slowly sucking it in and out as it softened and became only half hard. Reluctantly, she let it out of her mouth and held it in her hand. A drop of come hung from her chin like a liquid pearl. She wiped her chin then she licked her finger. She sat back in the easy chair. Her left hand was still between her legs. "That was nice," I said.
"I hope you're not mad at me for making you wait like that."
"Should I be?" I asked.
"I would understand if you were," she said. "Sometimes, when I was a little girl, if I was naughty, my Daddy would spank me."
"Would he?" I took off the rest of my clothes.
"How would you be naughty?"
"Sometimes I would play with myself under my clothes. " Her hand moved faster against her pussy.
"Like you're doing now?" I asked.
"Oh, you caught me!" She took her hand away from her crotch and put her legs together. She curled up against the back of the chair like a frightened little girl.
"What's that you're hiding between your legs?"
"It's, it's nothing." Her voice shook.
"Let Daddy see," I said menacingly.
She blushed and spread her legs. It base of the dildo was visible just inside her pussy lips. It was still turned on and vibrating.
"What is that?" I demanded.
"It's a dildo, Daddy." She sounded very scared.
"What's a dildo, Michelle?"
"It's a fuck toy, Daddy," she said.
"What were you doing with it?"
"I was fucking my pussy, Daddy."
"I'm going to have to punish you, now," I said.
I took my belt from my pants. "Take off your skirt and blouse, Michelle."
She stood up and took off her blouse. Then she unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. I was sorry I hadn't told her to do that sooner. Her figure looked like a natural 38-24-36. Her breasts hung on her chest like two halves of ripe melons. Her nipples were medium sized, brown, and puckered. I could see they were hard. She had a narrow waist and her garter belt and stockings accented her flaring hips and muscular legs.
"Turn around," I said.
Her ass was perfect: round, firm, and yielding. Her high heels made it stick out a little, invitingly.
I sat down on the easy chair. My cock was fully hard again, standing straight up, waiting for something warm and wet.
"Look at me Michelle."
She turned around. Her eyes went to my cock. One hand went to her pussy, the other started playing with her nipples.
"You know what Daddy's going to have to do, don't you baby?"
"You're going to have to give me a whipping, Daddy."
"Get on my lap, Michelle." She lay down across my knees. Her buttocks were taut and pink.
"How much punishment do you need, Baby?"
"I deserve at least twelve strokes, Daddy."
I held the belt doubled in my right hand. I brought it lightly down across her buttocks.
She squirmed a little but didn't make a sound. I hit her again, harder this time. Her ass jiggled and turned a deeper pink. She gave a little gasp.
Three more strokes like that and she was moaning. She spread her legs a little so she could rub her clitoris against my knee. I gave her four more, spaced about a second apart and each one harder than the last.
Her breath was coming in gasps, now. With one hand she held my cock, with the other she rubbed her pussy. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
Numbers ten, eleven, and twelve were progressively slower and harder than the rest. Her ass cheeks were fiery red and bucking up and down. I could feel her come juice on my leg, running down my calf.
I gave her one more with all my might. The belt made a loud crack as it connected with her beet-red ass. Her whole body went stiff as if she'd been given an electric shock. Then she relaxed, a little bit at a time, moaning softly.
"Oh ... oh ... oh...."
I picked her up off my lap so I could stand. She was limp as a rag doll. I turned her around so that she was facing the chair and I was behind her. I made her bend over at the waist and support herself on the arms of the chair. Her ass was hot, red, and damp with sweat. It seemed to glow between her garter belt and stockings. I bent down and kissed each cheek, gently. Michelle moaned deep in her throat. Her dildo was still undulating in her pussy.
I stood up.
"Michelle's been a good girl," I said. "Daddy's got something for her." I slipped the head of my cock between her ass cheeks and rubbed it up and down.
"Oh, yes, Daddy," she said softly. "Give it to me."
"What is it you want, Michelle?"
"I want you to fuck me, Daddy."
I spread her cheeks apart with my thumbs and put the head of my cock against her rectum.
"Where do you want me to fuck you, Baby?"
"Oh, Daddy." She was starting to come alive again, rotating her hips. "Fuck me there, fuck me in the ass."
"Tell me how you want it."
"I want you to shove your cock up my ass and fuck me 'till I come."
"Go ahead, Baby," I said. "You can do it. Fuck yourself in the ass." I stood there motionless, the head of my cock pressed against her asshole.
She spread her legs a little further apart and bent her knees. Then she pressed back against me. Gradually her sphincter relaxed and the head of my cock slipped into her ass.
"Oh, yes, Daddy," she moaned.
"Go ahead, Baby," I said. "Fuck yourself."
She put her hands on her knees and pressed herself back onto me. Slowly my cock disappeared into the warm, tight confines of her ass. I could feel her dildo through the membrane separating her cunt and her ass. I felt it vibrating against my cock while Michelle rubbed herself up and down.
I couldn't take it anymore. I bent my knees and started thrusting into her. I practically lifted her off her feet. With her left hand she braced herself against the hack of the chair, with her right she reached between her legs and grabbed my balls.
"Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me," she cried. "Give me a come enema, now."
I grabbed her by the hips and rammed my cock as deep into her ass as it would go. She let go of the chair so she could use both hands to massage my scrotum.
"Oh, yes. Fuck me deep. Come inside me now, Daddy." she moaned.
I did. Long, slow, liquid jets of come squirted up her ass, lubricating it and making it even nicer. I kept fucking her. I didn't think I'd ever go soft. My cock just kept sliding in and out until I came again, not much, almost like an afterthought, a mini-orgasm.
After a little while Michelle pulled herself off me and I sat down in the easy chair. My cock was finally limp.
Michelle went to the sink and looked at herself in the mirror. Then she pulled the vibrator out if her pussy and turned it off. She wet a washcloth and cleaned her pussy juice off the dildo before putting it back in the drawer. Then she rinsed the washcloth and cleaned herself, first her pussy, then her asshole. She looked over her shoulder to admire her ass in the mirror. It was still a rosy red but their were no bruises or other marks on it.
"You do nice work," she said, smiling at me.
"So do you." It looks like we're getting back to business, I thought. "Can I use that washcloth when you're done?" I said. "I want to clean myself."
"You don't want to use this," she said. "It's all dirty." She walked back to me and knelt between my legs. "Besides, I know a better way."
"Look, I hate to disappoint you," I said, "but I don't think I can do any more."
"You don't have to do anything. This is my treat. " She bent down and took my cock in her mouth.
It was all soft and limp so she could get it all in easily. She rolled it around on her tongue, licking and sucking every trace of her ass off of it. Even after it was clean she kept sucking on it. She had her lips against my pubic hair and her nose in my belly. She moved her head and hummed a little. It felt good and I told her so. Then she opened her mouth wider than I would have thought possible and started massaging my balls with her tongue while keeping my cock in her mouth.
I started getting hard again immediately. She kept her tongue on my balls as long as she could but pretty soon it was impossible.
She stopped sucking long enough to say, "you won't disappoint anybody."
She pressed her breasts against my balls and bent her mouth down onto my dick again. She moved her whole torso up and down in a steady, sure rhythm, sending wave upon wave of pleasure through me. I wrapped my legs around her shoulders and let my pelvis thrust upward on each of her downstrokes, fucking her gently in the mouth.
After a few minutes of this I came again. Just a few gushes of watery come splashed into her, just enough to fill her mouth. She sat back on her heels and swallowed happily. There was a trace of pearly liquid on her lower lip. She licked it off and smiled.
She stood up and bent over me. She kissed me on the forehead and said, "It's time to get back to work. After you're dressed, pick up your limo from the garage attendant downstairs and wait for us to call you."
"Where can I park my car for four days?" I asked her.
"Downstairs, where you get your limo. Good luck."
CHAPTER THREE
I drove back to my motel and paid for another night. Things were starting to look up. I had dinner at the comer taco stand and brought a six-pack of beer back to my room. I turned on the television for the evening news.
No sooner had I gotten comfortable than voices started yelling across the way. I hoped they would stop but they just got louder and angrier. I couldn't make out the words but it sounded like a major family argument with baritone, alto, and soprano voices all joining in.
The motel was set up like a court, with palm trees and grass between the units, which were separate cottages. I stuck my head out to see where the noise was coming from and looked right into the bluest pair of eyes I had ever seen. She seemed to be about sixteen years old. She was just over five feet tall with shining auburn hair and a budding figure that pressed out against her T-shirt and jeans. She gasped when I opened my door in her face.
"And don't come back!" The alto voice yelled. A door slammed. I looked up. In the cottage directly opposite mine I could see the silhouettes of a man and a woman gesticulating, and hear their muffled voices.
I turned back to the girl on my doorstep. She was watching the arguing couple, too, and she was shaking.
"Are you all right?" I asked her.
"I'll be fine," she said, and started to walk away. "Wait," I touched her shoulder, "was it you that got thrown out of that room?"
"I'll be all right!" Her voice became shrill.
"Hey, don't get me wrong," I said. "I just got kicked out of my house a couple of days ago. I hereby declare this apartment unit sanctuary," I made a welcoming gesture with my arm, "safe haven for the dispossessed. You need have no fear, Matt Johnson is here." I bowed.
She looked at me for a second and then giggled.
"Are you serious," she asked.
"No, but I am for real. Come on in, I won't hurt you."
She looked at the unit across the way. The man and woman were still arguing. She came in.
She put her back to the door and folded her arms. "Don't try anything funny. I know karate," she said.
"Don't be so serious, I know nothing," I replied. "Care for a beer, or would you prefer Coke?"
She laughed. "Beer is fine," she said, and sat on the couch.
I handed her one and sat down next to her. We watched the evening news in silence. When it was over I got up and turned off the set. I handed her a fresh beer and opened one myself.
"As I said," I said, "my name is Matt Johnson.
Who are you, if I may ask?"
"My name is Tracy." She smiled at me.
"How come you got thrown out? Will everything be OK?"
"Oh, I guess so." She didn't sound so sure. "She never really means it."
"She?" I asked.
"My mom," Tracy replied. "She gets jealous, I guess."
"Jealous, of you?" I was incredulous.
"Well, when Jack gets drunk he tries to ... do things ... to me."
"I see."
"And then Mom gets mad, and I have to stay away for a while."
"I see," I said. "You can stay here as long as you need to stay away."
"Don't get any ideas," she said, "I won't sleep with you."
"Damn right you won't. You can sleep on the couch."
We laughed and had a couple of more beers while we watched some more television. Then we turned the TV off and just talked a bit. Tracy was a bright, sensitive young girl. I found myself liking her a lot. Around eleven o'clock I started to get tired and suggested we turn in.
"Here's an extra blanket and a pillow for you," I said, and went into the bathroom to shower and brush my teeth.
When I came back out she was already curled up on the couch, apparently sound asleep. I climbed into bed and turned out the light. Soon I, too, was deep in slumber.
Around three AM I felt something shake the bed. It was Tracy crawling in with me. "Don't try anything," she said, "I'm just cold."
"Fine," I mumbled, "I'm tired. Go to sleep." I threw my arm over her and drifted off again.
When morning came Tracy was gone. My pager started beeping and dragged me awake. I threw some cold water on my face and called the office.
"At Your Service, this is Michelle. How may I serve you?"
"Good morning, Michelle, this is Matt Johnson," I said. "What's up?"
"Good morning, Matt." I could hear a smile in her voice. "We received a message from Mrs. Bryant this morning."
"Oh, yes," I said, "she asked that I pick her up next week."
"That's what she said in her message. I got the impression that she had reached an understanding with you, Matthew, is that correct?"
"I understood that my services were to be discreet."
"I have a special assignment for you today, Matthew. How soon can you be here?"
I was there in less than an hour.
Michelle was wearing a business suit that would distract any businessman. She seemed glad to see me. She handed me a piece of paper with an address on it.
"Miss Hathaway is one of our oldest and most loyal clients," she said.
"I'll try to see that she's satisfied," I said
"I'm sure you will. However, you should know that Miss Hathaway sometimes gets a little confused."
"In what way?" I asked.
"She gets confused between her fear and her desire. She's expecting you immediately. Please, be discreet."
"Rely on me," I said, and left.
I pulled up to the Bel Air address. It was a modest five bedroom affair nestled in its own private canyon. The woman who answered the door was Miss Hathaway. She was in her early thirties and obviously an executive of some sort. Her sandy blonde hair was pulled back in a bun. She wore no makeup save for lipstick and eyeliner. Her dress was severe and did more to hide her figure than flatter it. She gave me one look and nearly spat, she was so angry.
"At Your Service, Miss Hathaway," I said. "My name is Matthew."
"What are you doing here, you idiot?" She said. "I called for the police, not a limousine. I'm here all alone and there's a rapist lurking in my garden.
I don't know what to do." She thrust an envelope into my hand and slammed the door.
I opened the envelope. I contained five one hundred dollar bills and a piece of black cloth. There were two holes cut in the cloth. It made a perfect eye mask. I put the money in my wallet and took off my jacket, shirt and tie. Then I put on the mask and sneaked around to the back of the house.
I looked in through the french windows. She was sitting at a piano with her back to me. I tried the handle, it was locked. I kicked it open. She spun around and saw me. She screamed. I rushed up to her and put my hand over her mouth.
"Quiet, bitch," I said. "The next sound you make will be your last."
She pulled away from me. "Leave me alone," she whispered. "What do you want from me?"
"It's not what I want," I said. "It's what you want." I pulled her to me and kissed her. I forced my tongue into her mouth and kneaded the firm flesh of her ass.
She fought and twisted in my arms, trying to get away from me. Finally, she reached up and raked her nails down my face, drawing blood.
I grabbed her hair with my left hand and slapped her with my right, hard. She kicked at my legs.
"You asked for it, bitch," I said, and punched her squarely on the jaw. She collapsed like a wilted flower.
I knelt over her, straddling her chest. "This is what you want, isn't it?" I opened my fly and pulled out my dick.
She lay there, her eyes wide and a look of terror on her face.
I reached down and took the front of her dress in both my hands. I tore it open. Then I took hold of her slip and bra. I yanked once, twice, the third time the material gave. Her skin was white and trembling except for the red welts where her bra straps had cut into her flesh.
She didn't move. She just lay there, trembling. Her breasts were large and round, lying flat against her chest. Her nipples were big, pink, and hard. I continued tearing her clothes until she was completely exposed down the front. Then I stood up and took my pants off.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"Just what you want, bitch."
I knelt down between her legs and put her ankles over my shoulders. I leaned forward and put my cock at the mouth of her cunt. It was wet and open.
I slipped the head in.
"This is what you want, isn't it?"
"No," she moaned.
I pushed my prick deeper into her cunt. "Yes, it is. You like it," I said. She was tight and wet. I could feel every fold of her vagina as I slipped deeper inside of her.
"Don't," she said.
I pushed myself all the way into her. I felt my cock bumping the little knob at the back of her uterus. "Yes," I said.
"Stop." She was almost crying.
"Beg me." I laughed in her face.
"Don't stop," she said.
I slammed my hips into her, pushing my rod deeper and deeper into her pussy.
"Oh, no, don't stop," she gasped, "don't stop. Don't, NO! Aaahhh. Oh, God. AAAHHH." She bucked and thrashed under me, throwing her head from side to side. Gradually she subsided, her moans and gasps became quieter, but my cock was still a steel rod inside of her.
When she was still I pulled out of her. I let her legs down on the floor and straddled her hips again.
I took my cock in my hand and started stroking it.
She looked up at me as if she couldn't believe her eyes. I pulled on my cock, making it harder and redder. She stared at the tip as though she were hypnotized. I saw both her hands move down her body. I looked over my shoulder. She was rubbing her cunt furiously. "What do you want, bitch?" I asked her.
She didn't say anything. She just stared at me.
I leaned over her so that my cock was pointed right at her face. I stroked it faster. "Tell me what you want, bitch," I said again.
"Come," she said, "come, come."
My hips started pushing. I could feel the orgasm building. I squirted long creamy gobs of come onto her: on her face, her eyes, her chin, in her mouth. I leaned back. I shot more onto her breasts, her belly. Some ran down from my cock onto my fingers. I held my hand over her mouth and let her lick it clean.
I stood up and put my pants on. I left her lying on the floor licking her lips. I didn't look back.
My pager started beeping as soon as I parked the limo. I went into my room and called the office.
"At Your Service, this is Michelle. How may I serve you?"
"This is Matt Johnson, Michelle. You paged?"
"Matthew," her voice sounded like honey, "Miss Hathaway just called."
"Really?" My palms started sweating. What did she say?
"She said there was an intruder at her house when you arrived."
"Oh?"
"Stop worrying, Matt," she laughed. "She said you handled the situation with great resourcefulness and discretion."
"Oh, I'm glad."
"She also asked that you get a five hundred dollar tip. It'll be in your next paycheck."
"I'll look forward to it," I said.
"Get some rest, Mr. Johnson. I think you've earned it."
CHAPTER FOUR
My next call came at four that afternoon. I was to pick up Mrs. Bryant on Canon Drive and take her to the airport. I arrived at the address on Canon and parked in the circular drive at the front door. I got out of the limo and rang the bell.
The houseboy opened the door. He was an Hispanic lad with dark wavy hair and trim hips. He looked at me inquiringly.
"Limousine for Mrs. Bryant," I said.
He nodded and pointed to two suitcases standing in the foyer. I carried them out and put them in the trunk of the limo. Five minutes later a very attractive middle-aged woman came out.
"Good-bye, Julio," she called to the houseboy, "take care of the philodendrons and I'll see you next week."
"Good bye, Mrs. Bryant." His voice was soft and slightly accented. "Have a nice trip."
I held the door open for her. "At Your Service, Mrs. Bryant. My name is Matthew."
"Thank you, Matthew." She climbed into the back seat and I closed the door.
I got behind the wheel and pulled out of the driveway. I drove over to Beverly Boulevard and then turned south toward the airport. After a few minutes she lowered the partition behind my seat so she could speak to me more easily.
"Matthew, I don't believe you've ever driven me before, am I correct?"
"Yes, Ma'am, I'm new with the company."
"Really?"
"Yes," I went on, "in fact, you're only my second client."
"Am I?" She smiled at me and crossed her legs. I could see her clearly in the rear-view mirror.
She was about five foot four, a hundred ten pounds, and forty five years old. Her hair was jet black except for a streak of silver running back from her right forehead. She was dressed casually in slacks and a sweater, but I could see she had a compact, womanly figure. She lit a cigarette.
"The reason I use your service, Matthew," she went on, "is because most of the drivers are, shall we say, multi-talented."
"Yes, Mrs. Bryant." I smiled into the rear-view mirror at her.
"Do you have other interests besides driving limousines, Matthew?" Her eyes met mine in the mirror.
"I like to think of myself as a well-rounded individual, Mrs. Bryant."
"That's nice, Matthew." She closed the partition and we finished the trip to the airport in silence.
Fifteen minutes later we pulled up to the curb at Delta Airlines. I handed the luggage to the skycap and held the door open for my passenger. She stepped out and stood looking me up and down.. I had the sensation that I knew what it felt like to be a side of beef in the butcher's shop.
"I'll be returning a week from tonight on flight seventy two," she said. "Would you tell M. Claire I would like you to pick me up?"
"I would be delighted."
"Thank you, Matthew." She pressed something into my hand and walked away, swinging her hips. They filled out her slacks nicely. When she was out of sight I looked at what she had given me. It was a fifty dollar bill.
I was starting to like this job more and more. It was starting to look like something I could make a lot of money at in a short time. And money meant freedom, getting started again on my own. I drove back to the motel with the stereo on and the windows down. The weather was balmy. Santa Ana winds had cleared the landscape of smog and I was feeling happy for the first time in weeks.
When I got to the motel I entered my room whistling. I got undressed and into the shower. I turned it on hot, then cold. When I was done I toweled dry and put on some jeans and a sweatshirt. I looked at my watch. It was after six and I hadn't eaten since breakfast. I headed out for the diner on the boulevard when I ran into Tracy. She was leaning up against one of the motel's palm trees looking forlorn.
"Hi, kiddo," I said. "What's new?"
"Nothin'," she said.
"I'm going to get some dinner. Want to join me?"
"I don't have any money," she said.
"My treat, come on."
We went to the diner and had cheeseburgers and french fries. She had a milkshake and pie for dessert. I had coffee.
There was something about Tracy that stirred me. When I looked at her my throat knotted up and I got butterflies in my stomach. She was just a kid but when she spoke I heard a sensitive, intelligent woman. We walked back to the motel together. Without asking, she came into my room with me. I closed the door and we sat down on the couch together.
"Tracy, I'm very uncomfortable with you."
"Why, Matt?"
"Because I'm so much older than you and I still have feelings toward you."
"What kind of feelings?"
"Feelings like if I were in High school I'd want to be your boyfriend, I'd want to make love to you."
"I have those same feelings about you, Matt."
"But, Tracy, I'm thirty years old and you're just, what, sixteen?"
"Twelve."
"What?"
"I'm twelve years old, Matt. But I'm very mature for my age."
"I'll say."
"I don't just mean physically. I think about life a lot. And when I think about my life, I see you in it."
"Tracy, that's very sweet, but you just have a crush on me. It's puppy love."
She leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth, softly at first, tenderly. Then her tongue probed mine and her body melted into mine as if we had always been one. She smelled like fresh linen and tasted like strawberry pie. I couldn't imagine Letting her go.
She pulled away and looked up at me. "I may have a crush on you, Matt," she said. "But is what you're feeling for me puppy love?"
She stood up and kissed me on the forehead. "I love you, Matt. I'll be back." She left me alone.
I watched her go and willed my blood to stop boiling. I wanted her more than I had ever wanted another woman before, and she was only twelve years old.
The next two days were pretty uneventful. I took a few people to the airport and I chauffeured one couple out to dinner and dancing. On Thursday afternoon I brought the limo back to the office to pick up my car and start my four days off. I rode the elevator up to the office. Michelle was there with another woman. She smiled at me when I opened the door.
"Gretchen," she said, "I want you to meet Mr. Johnson, our most promising new associate."
"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Johnson." She was in her early twenties, only about five feet tall and very slim and blonde Her hair was so pale it looked white, and cut shorter than a boy's crewcut. Her eyes were a faded blue and her skin was the color of milk. She looked like a porcelain doll.
"Gretchen does my job in the evenings, " Michelle explained.
"No offense intended, Gretchen," I said, "but I doubt that anyone could replace Michelle."
"Thank you, Mr. Johnson. By the way, Mrs. Bryant will be returning on Monday evening. You're not scheduled to work until Tuesday morning. Would you like to start Monday afternoon so you can pick her up at the airport?
"That sounds fine to me," I said.
"Good, that takes care of business. Now I'd like to offer you a glass of wine to celebrate your first week with us. Gretchen, get the refreshments, please."
The blonde girl stepped around the room divider and came back with a tea cart. Michelle found a bottle of champagne on the lower shelf, opened it and poured out three glasses. We sat, chatting and drinking together for about ten minutes. I could feel the tension building but I didn't know how it would resolve.
We emptied the champagne and Michelle poured out some herbal tea into cups.
"Drink this, Mr. Johnson," she said. "It's a blood purifier and diuretic. It's very cleansing."
"I'm not sure I need a diuretic, Michelle," I said. "My bladder's already starting to feel pretty full."
"Oh, dear," Gretchen gasped.
"What's the matter, dear?" Asked Michelle. "Earlier this afternoon I used your restroom and I'm afraid the toilet stopped working. I'm sorry I forgot to tell you."
"You shouldn't have used it, my dear," Michelle scolded her.
"I'm sorry. Let me fix it right now." Gretchen got up and ran into Michelle's concealed restroom.
Michelle turned to me. "She's a sweet girl," she said, "but a little undisciplined."
In a few minutes Gretchen called out from the bathroom, "All ready, now."
Michelle took my hand and led me in. I wasn't prepared for what awaited me.
On the toilet was a hand lettered sign reading, OUT OF ORDER'. On the shower stall was another that read, TEMPORARY FACILITIES'. Inside the shower stall was Gretchen, on her knees, naked and smiling. Her breasts were two small handfuls with tiny pink nipples that stood proudly out from her chest. They didn't sag at all. Her tummy was smooth and flat and blended nicely into her slender, boyish hips. Her whole body, except for her head, was completely shaved, adding to the porcelain doll effect.
Michelle was taking off her clothes. Just like the other day she wore no bra or panties, so in a moment she was down to her garter belt, stockings and heels She stepped into the shower stall and stood directly in front of Gretchen. By now I had removed my clothing and was as naked as Gretchen. I stepped up to the shower also, so I could see what happened.
Michelle tilted her hips forward a little and held open her pussy lips. Gretchen leaned forward and opened her mouth. Michelle let go a stream of pee right into Gretchen's mouth. Gretchen started swallowing but Michelle was peeing too hard. The yellow liquid bubbled out of Gretchen's mouth like a fountain. It ran down her chin, over her breasts, down her stomach and between her legs. She started rubbing her nipples with one hand and her shaved pussy with the other. She tilted her head forward so that Michelle's pee hit her in the face and on top of her head. It was a genuine golden shower.
Finally, Michelle ran out of pee but Gretchen didn't stop. She licked Michelle's pussy, sucking every drop of urine from her pubic hair. Then she sat back with a satisfied sigh.
She looked up at me. "Do you want to pee?"
"I don't think I can. I'm too hard," I said, indicating the swollen state of my cock.
"We can fix that, can't we, Gretchen?" Asked Michelle.
"Let me clean off first," she answered and closed the shower door. While Gretchen washed the pee from her body, Michelle stroked my cock gently with one hand.
In a minute Gretchen was out of the shower, clean and dry. She stepped between Michelle and I. "I'm on duty now," she said to Michelle, as if that gave her priority in what we did. She stood facing both of us. She took my cock in her right hand and Michelle's pussy in her left. We each started massaging one of her tits. She kissed me, then Michelle, then me. Soon all three of our mouths were together, tongues exploring lips and teeth.
Gretchen sat up on the sink. It put her cunt at just the right height for my cock. She pulled me over in front of her. She looked down at her pussy and spread the lips a little.
"I like a shaved cunt, don't you?" She asked.
"Yes, but I like a tight one better," I replied, slipping the head of my cock past her fingers.
Hers was tight. At first I wasn't sure I'd be able to get all the way in. She moaned and spread her legs and pulled on my hips until finally I was all the up her cunt. She was so tight on my cock that I was afraid if I moved too much I might tear her.
I looked down. Her pussy lips were stretched around my cock like latex. I could see her clit, swollen and distended, peeking out from the top of her slit. Michelle wet her finger with saliva and started rubbing Gretchen's clit for her.
"Oh yes, baby," Gretchen moaned, "now bite my titty.
Michelle leaned down and started chewing on Gretchen's right breast. Gretchen's moans became louder and more rhythmic. Her pussy got wetter and looser. She was coming. She was one of those women who could have a long! slow orgasm lasting several minutes.
I started moving my hips faster. My cock was throbbing in her. Then I couldn't hold back, I shot my load into her in hot, gushing torrents. She crushed her mouth onto mine and sucked my tongue into hers. She squirmed and wrapped her thighs around my hips. Michelle released her breast and put her arms around the two of us, cooing gently, "Nice, nice."
After a minute we disentangled ourselves and I stepped back. Michelle knelt in front of Gretchen and started licking my come out of her cunt. I watched her do that for a moment, then I said, "Ladies, I have to pee."
We all went into the shower stall. Gretchen sat down in front of me with her mouth open and her legs spread. Michelle stood behind me and held my cock. "Allow me," she said, "sometimes I like to feel what it's like to pee with one of these." Michelle pointed my cock at Gretchen's mouth and I let go. A stream of hot urine came out and filled up Gretchen's mouth immediately. She played the pee over Gretchen's face, breasts, and then down to her cunt. Gretchen leaned back and spread her pussy lips. Michelle aimed my pee right on her clit. Gretchen moaned and twisted on the floor. Then she started to pee on herself. Finally, Michelle turned the shower on and we all got clean.
Gretchen looked radiant, but tired. I could go again, and Michelle was hot, she hadn't gotten off yet. We dried ourselves oft and Michelle had Gretchen lie down on the carpet. She squatted over Gretchen's face, rubbing her pussy against her mouth. "Come on, baby, lick me, use your tongue," she said, "you know how I like it."
I stood in front of Michelle so she could suck on my cock while Gretchen was licking her. She started by flicking her tongue around the head while she sucked on just the top half. I pulled it out of her mouth and held it up. "Don't forget my balls, baby, they like your tongue," I said.
She smiled up at me and leaned forward. Obediently, she opened her mouth and took in as much of my scrotum as she could. Site massaged each of my balls with her lips and tongue. I felt the come starting to build so I pulled back and gave her my cock again. She bent forward and opened her throat so I could get all of it in her. She gave me deep throat and let me fuck her head while Gretchen forced her tongue deeper and deeper into her cunt. She closed her eyes and moaned softly. She liked getting it from both ends.
After a few minutes, Michelle turned around and bent over so she could sixty nine with Gretchen. I like watching two beautiful women enjoying each other, but I was on the verge of coming and had no place to put my cock. Then I noticed Michelle's ass undulating over Gretchen's face. I knelt down behind her and put the head of my cock on her rectum.
"Oh, yes," she said. "Back door man, do me dirty."
I needed no further encouragement. I pushed, she gave, and in three strokes I was up to my pubic hairs in her ass. She started thrashing her hips up and down. Between my cock and Gretchen's tongue, she was coming like a steam engine.
Gretchen slipped three fingers into Michelle's cunt. She rubbed my cock with them. Then she surprised me. She opened her mouth and took all of my scrotum into it. Her nose was practically in the crack of my ass and she had both my balls in her mouth. I didn't know how she could breathe. She massaged her tongue on, around, between my balls while she rubbed my cock through Michelle's cunt. She felt like warm, wet velvet on my scrotum. I pumped my come into Michelle's ass for the second time. I pulled out and sat down.
Gretchen leaned up and licked Michelle's asshole, trying to catch any drops of come that might have slipped out. Then they both came a round and lay with their heads on my lap. They took turns licking and sucking my cock clean.
Finally we got dressed and I went home. I thought I would need a couple of days off to recuperate.
CHAPTER FIVE
When I got back to the hotel that evening after dinner, Tracy was hanging around the courtyard, waiting for me. I was happy to see her.
"What's up, kiddo?" I asked.
"We had another fight. I don't ever want to go back."
"Come inside and tell me about it."
I unlocked the door and she preceded me into the room. Her jeans were tight and hugged the curves of her hips. She was wearing a polo shirt that was equally tight. I could see no bra straps. "What was the fight about this time?"
"Same as always. Jack tried to do stuff to me and I wouldn't let him. So then he started yelling and called me a tease and then Mom came home and called me a little tramp." She sat perfectly still and her voice didn't change but tears were running down her cheeks.
I put my arm around her shoulders to comfort her. "Oh, Matt, what am I going to do?"
"I don't know, baby, I wish I did."
She looked up at me with those soft violet-blue eyes and I started to loose control. I bent down and kissed her on the mouth. She sighed deeply and put her arms around my neck. She opened her lips and her tongue started probing for mine. The taste and smell of her were clean and fresh. How could anyone so pure and unspoiled live in her circumstances?
Seemingly of its own volition, my hand went to her breast. She moaned deep in her throat and pressed closer to me. I slipped my hand under her shirt, she wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts were firm and round. Each one was just enough to fill my hand. Her nipples were hard and scratchy against my palm.
She reached up and took my wrist in her hand. I thought she was stopping me and the voice of my conscience thought it was a good idea. Instead she put my hand on her crotch and went back to kissing me.
"No, wait, Tracy. This isn't right," I gasped, pulling away from her. "I'm practically old enough to be your father."
"I don't care, Matt. I love you."
"Tracy, you're only twelve. Hell, it would be statutory rape. I could go to jail!"
"I'd never let that happen to you, Matt."
"You wouldn't have anything to say about it. Your parents could have me sent up."
"Ha!" She gave one sarcastic laugh. "Jack would be mad 'cause I did it with you and not him. My Mom would probably put me on the street so I could earn more money for her booze."
She reached down and felt my crotch. My cock was hard as iron pressing against my pants.
"Please, Matt. You want to as much as I do, I can tell."
"Yes I do. You're beautiful and sexy and certainly the most mature twelve-year-old I've ever met. But I just don't feel it would be right. Look, have you ever had sex with a man?"
"No."
"Have you ever seen a man naked?"
"No."
"Have you had your first period?"
"No."
"Have you ever had an orgasm?"
"No."
Have you ever done anything more than kiss and pet a little with a boy?"
"No, but...."
"But nothing, I just wouldn't feel right being the first one to teach you all about sex like that, having to sneak and hide, being afraid we might get caught."
Her eyes filled with tears again and one ran down her cheek.
"Look, honey," I went on, "I do like you. A lot. I just wish that you were a little older or I were a lot younger. Then we could get together and I would teach you things that would make us both very happy."
I got her pillow and blanket out of the closet and gave them to her. She made up her bed on the couch and got in, fully dressed. I showered, shaved, brushed my teeth, got into bed and turned off the light.
In the morning she was gone.
I spent the next two days fishing. I bought a tent and a sleeping bag with the money Miss Hathaway had given me. Then I drove up to Lake Arrowhead and rented a boat and a pole.
I did a lot of thinking about my situation. My job with At Your Service was interesting, demanding, and lucrative. But I couldn't keep it up indefinitely. Either the clients would get tired of me or I would get tired of them before too long. I would need to get a nest egg and start my own business again, but what?
Then I started thinking about Tracy. In fact, I couldn't get her off my mind. I kept thinking about how her kisses tasted. I wondered what her pussy would taste like. I thought about how her breasts filled up my hand with just a little to spare. I wondered if she would like sucking my cock. I got so hard and horny I was tempted to beat off, but I decided to save it for Mrs. Bryant.
When I turned in my boat and pole on Monday morning I noticed a FOR SALE' sign in the shop window.
"What's for sale, Pop?"
"The whole kit and caboodle. I'm moving back to Ohio. My son wants me to live with him."
"What are you asking for it, Pop?"
"Ten thousand down and forty thousand on a four year loan."
"Is that just the business?"
"Nope. It comes with the property, a two bedroom cabin and fifteen acres back up in the woods, there. Why, are you interested?"
"I could be. Thanks, Pop."
I was back in my motel by noon. The unit across the way was empty and there was no sign of Tracy. Around five o'clock her mother and step father went into the unit, but still no Tracy. I waited as long as I could then, at six o'clock I went to the office to pick up my limo.
Michelle had left for the day. Gretchen was at her desk. She looked happy to see me. Her smile showed all her teeth.
"Hello, Mr. Johnson."
"Hi, Gretchen. Please, call me Matt."
"Certainly, Matt. Mrs. Bryant called. She's taking a later flight. She won't be arriving until ten PM."
"Well, that gives me a little time to kill, doesn't it?"
"Yes, and I wanted to talk to you for a moment. I have a little problem you might help me with." She patted her stomach.
"I'd be happy to. What do you need?"
I wasn't surprised when she led me back to the concealed bathroom. Once inside she started disrobing and so did I. When we were both naked she reached under the sink and pulled out an enema bag.
"I'm a little embarrassed to tell you this, but I've been terribly constipated. I haven't had a bowel movement in three days." She actually blushed. She turned red from her scalp to her shoulders.
Standing there with the bag in one hand and the nozzle in the other, she made a strangely sexy picture. Her short hair and slim figure made her look like an adolescent boy. But her high round breasts with their pink little nipples and her prominent shaved pussy left no doubt as to her sex.
"What can I do to help?" My prick was hard and throbbing, pointing straight at her.
"You can start by filling this with warm water." She handed me the bag and hose.
While I did that she got out a tube of KY jelly. She put a dab on her middle finger, then she bent over and inserted her finger up her rectum. She repeated this process twice, looking at herself in the mirror. The third time she didn't remove her finger, she just watched herself moving it back and forth in her ass. By then I had the bag filled.
There was no clamp on the hose so I had to hold my finger over the nozzle. Gretchen got on her hands and knees on the carpet, then she lowered her head so that it was below her hips. I slid the nozzle into her rectum.
"Hold it there, " she said. "Don't let it slip out."
Soon the bag was empty. I pulled the nozzle out of her ass and Gretchen stood up.
"That feels better. I can feel something moving already," she said.
She looked at her profile in the mirror. Her abdomen now had a slight bulge.
"Ooo, it almost looks like I'm pregnant," she squealed. She wiggled her hips, making her tummy slosh back and forth with the water in it.
"There's just one more thing," she said.
"What's that?"
"I want you to give me a come enema, like you did for Michelle the other day."
She got back down on her hands and knees and wiggled her ass at me. Naturally, I obliged by kneeling behind her. I spread her ass-cheeks apart and positioned my rod at her bung hole. It was small and pink, just like the rest of her. I didn't think I'd be able to get into her even with all the KY jelly she'd used. I was wrong.
One long, slow thrust sank me all the way into her ass. She was warm, wet, and smooth in there. I was amazed at how loose her asshole was compared to her cunt. I could barely squeeze my rod into her pussy, but her asshole felt big enough to accommodate three of me. I didn't mind though. She still felt good to fuck and she certainly seemed to be enjoying it.
She was on her knees and elbows, giving little squeaks and grunts of pleasure every time I sank my cock into her ass. Finally, I could hold back no more. I grabbed her hips and ground into her. I sent my come up her ass in spurt after spurt of pleasure.
As soon as I had finished she jumped up and ran to the toilet. I believed her about being constipated. She grunted and sighed and let go with what sounded like a gallon of liquid shit. When she was done she wiped herself clean and flushed the toilet. She didn't get up.
"Whew, that feels better," she said. "But look what we've done to your friend."
She pulled me toward her. My cock drooped in front of her face, all brown and slimy from her asshole.
"We'll just have to clean him off, won't we?" She said.
She started at the tip, just using her tongue. She licked slowly and methodically, cleaning every fold of my skin and even my pubic hairs. I could see that one of her hands was between her legs, playing with herself. Her clit was swollen and erect. It protruded almost a full inch from her slit. She flicked it and squirmed on the seat.
"I have to pee," I said.
She took my cock in her left hand and put just the head of it in her mouth. With her right hand she continued playing with her clitoris, now stroking it with her thumb and forefinger as though it were a miniature cock. I pissed into her mouth. When it was full she squeezed my cock to stop the flow so she could swallow. Then she loosened her grip so I could piss some more. When her mouth was full again she tightened her grip again and took my cock out of her mouth. She swished my piss around in her mouth as though it were mouthwash, then she swallowed it.
"Aahh," she said. Her hand was a blur on her clit, stroking and pulling. She let go of my cock and shoved her middle finger up her cunt.
She opened her mouth wide and I aimed the last of my pee into it. She swallowed it all without spilling any. She licked the last drop of pee off the end of my prick just as she finally came, twisting and bouncing on the toilet seat.
I knew she would have liked me to come again but I was getting leery of her kinkiness. Besides, it was almost time to pick up Mrs. Bryant.
"I'd like to stay," I said, "but I don't want to wear myself out."
"I understand." She looked up at me dreamily, her finger was still in her pussy. "You've been a big help. Thanks a lot."
I straightened out my clothes and went down to the garage. The attendant gave me the limo keys and I headed for the airport.
CHAPTER SIX
I parked the limo in the Delta Airlines lot and met Mrs. Bryant at the gate. She gave me a big smile and handed me a large shopping bag.
"Would you carry this for me, please, Matthew. It's one AM New York time and I'm very tired."
"Certainly, Ma'am. Shall I get the car and meet you at baggage claim?" I asked.
"No, I'll go with you to the car and then would you collect the bags for me. I really am tired."
We did as she suggested. It wasn't hard to find her luggage in the baggage claim area. It was the only matched set with gold engraved initials on each piece.
I rented a cart and loaded the bags into the trunk of the limo. Then we drove out of the airport and headed for Canon Drive. She rolled down the partition and turned on her reading light. I could see her in the rear-view mirror. She was rubbing her thighs and calves.
"Plane travel always makes me so stiff, Matthew. It takes me days to work the kinks out of my legs, unless I can get a good rubdown. Are you good with you hands, Matthew? I mean, do you know how to give a deep tissue massage?"
"I've believe so, Ma'am."
"You're very polite, Matthew. I like that."
I was after eleven when we pulled into the circular drive. Mrs. Bryant opened the door with a key and I followed her in with the bags.
"Would you take them up to my room for me, please? Mr. Bryant and Julio are probably both asleep by now."
"Mr. Bryant?" I asked.
"Yes, he's my husband. We share this house and some common interests, but that's about all. He has his room and I have mine."
I followed her up the stairs. She was wearing slacks again and I had to notice her swaying hips.
The room she led me to was enormous. One side was dominated by a king-sized bed, the other by a dressing-bathroom area that included a sunken jacuzzi. Between them were french windows leading out to a balcony. On the wall next to the bed was a window sized mirror.
"Put the bags over there and fix me a scotch and soda," she said, indicating a small bar. "In fact, take off your jacket and tie and fix yourself one."
I did as I was told. When she came back she was wearing just a peignoir, belted at the waist. I could see her nipples through the thin material. They were large and dark. Her breasts sagged a little, but they looked like fun to play with.
She took her drink and sat on the edge of the bed. "My legs really are very stiff, Matthew. Do you think you could help me?"
"I can certainly try, Ma'am."
She sipped her drink and lay down on the bed on her stomach. I took off my shoes and knelt next to her. I pulled her peignoir up to her hips and started massaging her calves and thighs.
"Oh, that's very nice," she breathed. "There's some massage oil by the jacuzzi. Get it, will you?" When I got back to the bed she had removed her robe and lay with just a towel covering her hips. I rubbed some oil on my palms and went to work on her legs again. When I got to her upper thighs she spread them so I could massage the insides of them.
I saw her dark pubic hair and the love-juice already glistening in the folds of her cunt.
"Stop, that's enough on that side." Her breathing was deep. She rolled over onto her back. "Now work on the front for a while."
This time I knelt between her legs and massaged both thighs simultaneously, starting at the knees and working up. As I approached the juncture of her thighs she emitted little moans, deep in her throat. I let my thumbs brush up against the sides of her cunt.
"Oohh, God!" She sat up. "Your hands are too hard for that spot. You'll have to use something softer."
"Softer?"
"And wetter." She ran her tongue around her lips suggestively and lay back down.
I bent down between her legs, my mouth less than an inch from her cunt. I exhaled, letting my hot breath blow through her pubic hair. She reached down with both hands and spread her cunt lips apart, revealing their pink, wet insides. I ran the tip of my tongue lightly up her slit, from the bottom to the top.
"Oh, oh, OH, OH!" She breathed, her hips shuddered in my face.
I lay down on the bed and reached my arms under and around her thighs, pulling them wider apart. I put my mouth firmly on her pussy and licked up, down, and around her opening. She put both her hands on my head, as if to hold me there, and moaned insistently. I made my tongue as hard as I could and stabbed it into her vagina.
"Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God," she moaned. She grabbed hold of my hair like handles and held my face between her legs, rubbing her pussy hard against my mouth.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh. " Gradually her moans subsided and her grip relaxed. I drank up her come as it dripped from her pussy. It had a pleasant, if slightly sour taste. She had managed to have an orgasm without ever losing control of herself.
"Mmmm, that was nice, Matthew." She patted me on the head, "You do give an excellent massage."
I pushed myself up from the bed so that I was kneeling between her legs. The taste of her cunt juice had gotten me excited and I made myself think about fucking her so that my cock would get even harder.
She immediately noticed the bulge in my pants. "Why, Matthew, what have you got there?"
"It's a little something I've been saving for a special occasion."
"It doesn't look so little to me," she said. "Perhaps I need a closer look."
I climbed off the bed and took off my pants. I walked to the head of the bed and stood with my cock sticking straight out over her face.
"Oh yes, that's a nice size," she said. "Here, sit down on the bed."
I sat where she indicated. She knelt behind me, pressing her breasts into my back. She reached around and took my prick in her hand. She stroked it gently. We were facing the big mirror on the wall.
"You've got a nice tool here, Matthew. I'll bet you know how to use it, too."
I was fully hard now. I leaned my head back and she kissed me. Her mouth was wide open. I explored her tongue with mine. She kept stroking my cock. Occasionally she would cup my balls in her hand and scratch my scrotum. It was fun watching this attractive, middle-aged woman working on me. She seemed to enjoy it also. She put her hand on the head of my cock to see if I were starting to come.
I wasn't, the tip was dry.
"You have good control of yourself, Matthew."
"Not always, Ma'am."
"Are you always so polite?"
"When I'm in service I try to do what's expected of me."
She kissed me again, quickly. Then she crawled down the bed on her hands and knees. I watched her in the mirror. Her breasts hung down a little but not too much. Her body was surprisingly firm and evenly tanned. She shook her ass at me. I could see her pussy, pink and wet, shining between her legs.
"What do you think is expected of you now, Matthew?"
I got on the bed behind her on my knees. My cock pointed straight at her cunt. "I think you expect a deep tissue massage right where I'm aiming. Am I correct?"
"Yes, you are, Matthew." She lowered herself to her elbows and arched her back, exposing her pussy more clearly.
I moved forward and slipped the head of my cock into her cunt. It was still wet and very slippery. I moved it around a little getting it wet. She breathed harder and wiggled her ass. I started pumping in and out, getting about half of my cock into her with each stroke.
Mrs. Bryant was getting excited now. She pressed her ass from side to side, so that I rubbed hard against each side of her vagina. Her breath was coming faster and deeper, with a little catch on each inhalation. Her pussy, already wet, was starting to drip juice onto the bed.
I thrust deeper into her, pushing all of my cock up her cunt. I held myself there, feeling the head of my cock rub and throb against the top of her uterus.
"Matthew," she gasped, "quick, turn off the light."
I reached behind me and found the lamp. I turned it off.
"Look," she said.
There, in the mirror, I could see our reflection plus something else. There were two other figures in the mirror as well. It only took me a moment to realize that the mirror was really a piece of one-way glass covering an opening between two rooms. From whichever room was more brightly lit, it looked like a mirror, from the darker room it looked like clear glass. When both sides were equally lit, such as now, you could see your own reflection plus what was on the other side.
When my eyes had adjusted to the dim half-light, I could see two men in the other room. One was Julio, the houseboy I had met the other day. Julio was lying on his back with his legs in the air. The other man, balding and middle-aged, was fucking him in the ass.
"That's my husband," Mrs. Bryant said. "He likes to watch me fucking while he enjoys himself with his latest boyfriend. " She waved at the mirror. The bald man stopped for a moment, he seemed disconcerted. Mrs. Bryant laughed when he shook his fist at her but kept fucking Julio.
"He says he doesn't like being watched but I don't believe him," she said. She lowered her upper body down to the bed so that she was resting on her chest. She reached both hands down between her legs. She cupped my balls and started rubbing them. Her head was still turned to face the mirror.
Mr. Bryant was watching me fuck his wife while he fucked Julio. Julio just lay there, seemingly impassive. Except for the fact that he had a ten-inch hard-on he might have been asleep. Mr. Bryant was jerking him off while he fucked him in the ass.
"Do you like to watch?" Mrs. Bryant asked me. "Sometimes, hut I'd rather participate, and with women, not men."
"Maybe we can arrange something."
She stopped talking then and just concentrated on what we were doing. She continued massaging my balls and arched her back more, letting me ever deeper into her cunt. She moved in rhythm to my thrusts, gasping a little with each stroke.
"Oh, that's good, Matthew. I'm almost there. Oh, oh, ooohhh, mmmmmmm, it's starting! Are you ready yet?"
I moved faster. I pumped my cock in and out of her, trying to make myself come.
"OOOHHH, Y-YESSSSS, FUCK ME, HARD. I'M COMING NOW!" She was practically screaming.
I reached between her legs and forced her hand harder against my balls. Two more strokes was all I needed. My orgasm came in one satisfying wave. It started deep in my balls and grew quickly. Warm pulses of pleasure shot my come deep into her pussy, gushing and lubricating her even more.
"Oh yes, fuck me good, I can feel your come. It's so hot and good. Oh, Oh, give it to me. Aaahhh, aaaaahhhh, mmmmmmm, yessss."
Slowly, she subsided. She fell forward on the bed, drawing me down on top of her. I rested on her ass, feeling the pleasant warm after-glow of sex.
Finally, she rolled out from under me and stood up from the bed. She turned on the light and pulled on her peignoir.
"Matthew, I don't know how to thank you. You give an excellent massage." She reached into her purse and handed me an envelope. "I'd recommend you to my friends, but I think I want to keep you for myself."
"You need never fear losing my loyalty, Mrs. Bryant." I slipped on my shoes and picked up my jacket and tie.
"How sweet. You can see yourself out, can't you, Matthew?"
"Of course, Ma'am."
"Good night, then."
I left.
In the limo, I opened the envelope. It contained three hundred dollars. I was starting to get an idea. If I could make a lot of money fast, I might be able to buy a business and be my own boss again. I'd like that. Maybe I could start my own limousine service, or maybe something else. I'd have to think about it.
I got back to the motel after one AM. All the lights were out, even the one over the office. The neon sign was turned off. The place looked like a ghost town. I let myself into my apartment and went to bed.
* * *
I couldn't help thinking about Tracy. I wondered if she was all right. I wondered other things as well. I was still aroused after my encounter with Mrs. Bryant. Maybe that explains my dream.
In my dream, Tracy and I were in school together. She was her right age but in the dream I was thirteen years old. We shared a desk together in study hall. The teacher was a dried up old stick of a man who carried a hickory switch that he used to whip the children he caught talking or misbehaving.
We were studying biology were sharing a textbook. Tracy reached under the desk and felt my crotch. My adolescent dick was hard and throbbing. Without a word she opened my fly and pulled it out. She started stroking it up and down. I almost gasped, but a glance from the teacher made me keep quiet. Tracy stopped. I thought she was going to go back to studying but instead she reached under her skirt. When she brought her hand out again it was wet and glistening. She rubbed her pussy juice all over my cock and continued to masturbate me. It only took a few strokes and I was coming, all over her hand, my pants, and our books.
Then I woke up.
CHAPTER SEVEN
I woke up with a hard on. All I could think about was Tracy, about how pretty and sweet she was, about what a rotten life she was having, about how much I wanted to fuck her. I got out of bed and climbed into the shower. I turned it on hot, then cold, then hot, then cold again. Invigorated and in control, I stepped out of the bathroom and dried myself with a towel.
I heard loud voices outside. I recognized them as belonging to Tracy's parents, but I didn't hear Tracy's voice. A door slammed, then a car engine started up and drove away. I looked out the window and saw their old Buick pulling out of the parking lot and onto Sunset Blvd. Tracy wasn't in the car.
I got dressed and called Michelle at the office. "Any orders for me today?"
"Nothing so far. But wear your pager, Matthew. You never know when something might come in."
"Thanks, Michelle, I'll be at breakfast." I hung up and left the motel.
It was a nice day for summer, not too hot, not too smoggy. I decided to walk to the diner.
When I got there I saw Tracy sitting alone in a comer booth. She had a cup of coffee in front of her that looked like it was half milk. I sat down opposite her in the booth.
"Hi," I said.
"Hi." She barely looked up.
"What's new?"
"I ran away."
"Not very far," I said.
"Far enough, Mom and Jack have left."
"Left?" I asked.
"They checked out of the motel this morning. I saw Mom go to the office to settle the bill. I sneaked over here. I saw them drive away a minute ago."
"How do you know they won't be back?"
"They've been talking about moving to Oregon for the past week. Last night Mom made me pack all my things into the car. They won't be back, they're glad to be rid of me."
The waitress came to the table and I ordered eggs and sausage.
"Are you hungry, Tracy?" I asked.
"I'll be OK."
"She'll have the same," I told the waitress, "and two large glasses of orange juice."
"If your parents are gone, what'll you do? How will you live? What'll you do for money?"
"I'll be OK," she repeated.
"Look, Tracy, I like you. Let me be your friend. Let me help you."
"You don't like me. I'm just a kid, remember?" She looked at me with hate in her eyes.
"Hey, don't yell at me because you hate your folks. Just calm down and we'll think of something together."
Our food came then, and we ate in silence. Tracy put it away like she was starved. Along with all the other abuse, I guessed she hadn't been properly fed either.
I paid the bill and Tracy and I walked back to the motel together. The unit she had occupied with her parents was open and I could see the maid inside cleaning it. It was definitely empty.
When we got into my room Tracy sat on the couch and I sat next to her.
"Have you thought about what you're going to do for money?" I asked. "You're too young to get a job."
"Not anymore I'm not." She reached into her purse and pulled out her wallet. Inside was a California ID card with her picture on it. It showed her age as eighteen.
"Where did you get that?"
"Jack got it for me. I told him I'd let him, you know, do it, if he got it for me."
"Did you?"
She made a face like she was sucking a lemon. "Never!"
"I'm glad." I smiled at her.
"So, I'll be OK. I can get a job or something."
"But do you have any money, now?" I asked. "Well, no."
"So, you could use a little help."
"Well, yes."
"And you know what else?"
"No, what?"
"For all I know, you really are eighteen years old."
"Really?" She looked up at me, her eyes were bright.
"Really, Tracy. You're not a little girl. To me, you're a mature woman."
"Oh, Matt!" She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me.
I picked her up and carried her to the bed. I laid her down on it and stood back. She was so small and pretty, and looked at me with such love in her eyes, I hadn't felt so happy in a long time. I got undressed.
"Let's take it slowly, Tracy," I said. "I don't want to rush you. I want you to be happy."
"I knew you'd be nice, Matt. I love you." She got undressed too, and in a moment we were both lying in my bed, naked.
Tracy sat cross-legged on the bed, even with my hips and facing me. The sun coming through the open window made her hair shine like gold. Her skin looked like alabaster, white and pure, but soft and warm as well.
She was looking down at my member. It was hard and lay back, almost touching my abdomen. Occasionally it would pulse with anticipation. She turned to face me. The sun made highlights and shadows on her breasts, outlining their gentle curves.
"What do you call it?"
"In books they call it a penis. I call it my cock."
"Your cock."
She reached out and touched it with one finger. It throbbed up at her.
"Oh," she drew in her breath and pulled her hand back.
"Don't be afraid," I laughed. "It doesn't bite."
"But it does spit." She giggled.
"How do you know?"
"Jack had lots of dirty books with pictures in them. He would show them to me when Mom wasn't around."
"Would you like to see me come?"
"What?" She was puzzled.
"Would you like to see it spit? It's called coming."
"Oh, yes I would."
"Then touch it."
She reached out and started stroking the underside of my cock the way you would pet a kitten, with her fingertips, from the head to the base.
"That's a good start but it's liable to take all day. Hold it in your hand."
"Like this?" She gripped me about halfway up the shaft.
"Further down and a little tighter."
"Like this." Her fingers couldn't quite reach all the way around but she had a firm grip on me.
"Yes, now start pulling the skin up and down, gently and not too fast."
Her hand was warm and moved in a gentle rhythm on my cock. Quickly, it began to swell even more, the head becoming red and distended.
"Is that all right?" She asked.
"Oh, yes, very all right. Put your other hand on my balls and rub them."
She did as she was told and immediately I could feel that familiar warmth building in my loins. My hips started moving in time with her hand.
"Is it starting?" She asked, indicating the drop of clear pre-come liquid that appeared on the end of my dick.
"Yes, it is, baby," I gasped. Before the words were fully out I came in earnest. Great streams of milky fluid shot forth, splattering my chest and abdomen.
"Oh, God," I moaned, "do me, honey." Her stroking slowed but didn't stop. She milked my cock until it had released its last drop of come.
I looked at her. Her eyes were radiant, beaming at me. One gob of my come had hit her in the cheek and another had landed on her breast. She seemed to wear them proudly, like marks of honor. I could tell she was already growing in confidence.
"Did you like that?" She asked.
Without answering I pulled her down to me and kissed her hard and deep on the mouth. Her tongue played with mine and explored my mouth. I turned her on her back and got over her.
"Now I'll return the favor," I said.
I kissed her lips, her chin, her neck. I wiped my come off her breast and sucked her nipples, first one then the other. Her breathing came deeper and faster. She stroked my head, cooing softly.
Her nipples were hard and sweet in my mouth. I wondered what her milk would taste like and if I would ever taste it. I opened my mouth wide and sucked as much of her tit in as I could. Tracy gasped with pleasure.
I slid my hand down between her legs and started stroking her pussy. It was already wet and gooey. My middle finger slipped easily inside her and I began massaging her vagina. Her hymen was still tight, however, and I knew anything larger than my finger would encounter strong resistance.
I let her tit out of my mouth and looked at it. It was wet and looked bigger than her other one. The nipple was a fiery red and seemed to quiver in the air. There was an even circle of my teeth marks surrounding her nipple. I moved over to kiss and flick her other tit.
Meanwhile, I removed my middle finger from her pussy and replaced it with my forefinger. I slid it in and out of the folds of her pussy, getting it wet and massaging and stretching her cherry at the same time. I sucked her other tit into my mouth as I had done the first one.
Tracy gasped and blew in my ear. Her" hips moved up and down, pressing against my hand. I let go of her tit and crushed my mouth on hers. She opened wide to me, her tongue probing and playing with mine.
I slid my finger out of her cunt and leaned up on my elbow so I could watch her face. Then I placed both my first two fingers at the entrance to her cunt and started to push them in. Tracy looked at me, her eyes were wide. My fingers met her cherry and pressed against it. Tracy's eyes were locked on mine.
I could see fear there, but it was submerged in desire. I pushed my fingers as far as the first joint through the narrow hole in her hymen. Her pupils rolled back in her head and she closed her eyes. Her breathing was becoming more shallow and ragged. I pressed further in. Her virgin membrane was tight around my fingers. I could feel it stretching and giving way.
Then Tracy reached down and grabbed my wrist in both her hands. She lifted her knees and put her feet flat on the bed. She opened her thighs as wide as she could. She bit her lower lip and winced as she forced my hand as far up her pussy as it would go.
"Oh, oh, oh, God, oh, mmmhh," she moaned. She held onto my wrist in a death grip and shoved my fingers deeper and deeper into her cunt. I could feel the walls of her pussy contracting rhythmically against my fingers as her cherry stretched and relaxed, letting me deeper and deeper inside her.
"Are you coming, Tracy?" I asked.
"Oh, God, yes, Matt, I'm coming."
"Good. Tell me. I always want to know when you come."
"I'm coming now, Matt. I'm coming. I never thought it could be so good. Oh, God, oohh, ooohhh, don't ever stop. Ah, aahh, aaooeeyahh." Her hips bucked and shuddered. Her head thrashed from side to side. Pussy juice ran out of her cunt, past my fingers and down her ass.
Finally, the storm passed. Tracy slowly relaxed her grip on my wrist and I was able to extract my fingers from her pussy. I rolled over onto my back.
Tracy curled up next to me with her head on my chest.
"I love you, Matt," she said.
CHAPTER EIGHT
We were disturbed by my pager going off. The insistent beeping broke into our reverie of sexual pleasure and forced us back to reality. I phoned the office to see what they wanted.
Michelle answered and said that Miss Hathaway had requested my special talents that afternoon. I kissed Tracy and got dressed.
"I've got to go to work, Baby. Will you be OK until I get back."
Tracy rolled over and covered herself with the sheet. "I'll be fine. Are you going to be gone long?"
"I don't know. I don't have an extra key, so if you go out you won't be able to get back in."
"I'll be OK," she said her voice rising. "I can take care of myself."
"Calm down, Baby. I'm concerned for your welfare, that's all."
I kissed her on the mouth and left. She tasted sweet as honey. Just looking at her in my bed made me happy.
I drove out to the Bel Air address and parked in the main driveway, by the front door. When I rang the bell there was no response. I waited a minute and rang again, still no answer. I almost turned to go when I noticed that the big front door was slightly ajar. I pushed it open and stepped inside.
"Hello," I called out. "Miss Hathaway? At Your Service."
I heard a muffled voice coming from the back of the house. I followed the sound. I found her in the music room, the same one we had used the last time I was there.
She was tied between two pillars that framed the alcove that led to the french windows and out into the garden. She was tied spread-eagled in the arch way. There was a gag in her mouth and her eyes looked at me with a mixture of fear and anticipation.
There was an envelope on the floor between her feet. It had my name on it. I opened it. Inside there was a note that read: This woman is an international spy. She has sold some of our country's vital secrets to a hostile foreign power. You must find out where they are before they can be delivered to a courier at five o'clock this afternoon."
I looked more closely at her wrists and ankles. The loops holding them were so loose she could slip out of them at any time. She struggled and strained at her bonds, as if to convince me that she was truly helpless. I sneered at her.
"So, you have the information, do you?" I said. "It won't be long before you beg me to take it from you." I took off my jacket and tie and hung them over a chair. I noticed a box on the coffee table. It looked like an ornately carved gun case. I opened it up. Inside was a braided leather whip. It was three feet long, thin and wicked looking. It curved only slightly when held parallel to the ground but was very flexible when bent. It whistled through the air when I swung it.
I looked over at Miss Hathaway. Her eyes were wide with terror. I walked over to her. I had to duck under her arm and step over her leg to get behind her. She was wearing a loose summer dress and low heeled shoes. Her legs were bare and she wore no make-up. Her hair was tied in a bun again, it looked like her customary hairdo.
I stood to one side and slowly ran the side of the whip down her back to her waist.
"A woman's body is very sensitive," I said, "more sensitive than a man's. " I traced the curve of her buttocks through her dress. "Sometimes it takes hours to find the most sensitive spot." I gave the whip one hard flick against her ass. "That area is not so sensitive as most people believe." I flicked her ass again and she gave a little cry. "But it may do for our purposes. Tell me now," I said, "where are the papers?"
She looked at me and shook her head.
I started whipping her buttocks with short light strokes. I didn't know how much she wanted and I was afraid to really hurt her. Gradually I increased the intensity of my strokes. She closed her eyes and bent her hips back, pushing her ass out, waiting to be hit.
"Perhaps you are not so sensitive as you appear." I lifted her dress over her hips and tucked it under her belt. Her pink silk panties showed a patch of wetness between her legs. I pulled them half way down her thighs. "This should help you to feel."
I lashed the whip across her bare buttocks. She writhed forward and back under the beating, her muscles convulsing rhythmically. She gasped and moaned through the gag in her mouth. Finally, her knees buckled and she slumped down, suspended by the ropes at her wrists.
I stepped in front of her and removed the gag from her mouth. "Are you ready to talk now?"
She pulled herself up so she was standing again. There was sweat on her forehead and her throat and a dreamy look in her eyes.
"Never," she said. One comer of her mouth turned up in a half smile, "I'll never tell you."
I reached into my pocket and extracted my manicure knife. The blade is only two inches long but I keep it razor sharp. I showed it to her, watching the fear grow in her eyes.
I leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, Miss Hathaway, I won't leave any marks on you."
She nodded once in understanding and said, "Do what you like, I'll never reveal my secret."
I placed the dull side of the blade against her throat and slowly drew it down between her breasts. I slipped it under her bodice and with one long, continuous slice from neck to knee her dress, bra, belt, and panties were a ragged heap at her feet. I put the knife away and picked up the whip.
She was an attractive woman in her way, well proportioned and healthy. Her large breasts were only slightly pendulous and her pink nipples, almost three inches across, were soft now, but not for long, I knew. She was a little thick in the waist but had nicely shaped hips and legs. Her pubic hair was a dense brown bush hiding her slit.
I placed the whip against the inside of her thigh and slowly drew it up until it reached her crotch. I placed it right against her slit and pressed. She shuddered.
"Perhaps we must find more sensitive areas in order to extract the information, eh?" I rubbed the braided leather back and forth in the fold of her pussy. I couldn't see it but I was sure I was right on her clit.
She moaned and bent her knees, opening herself wider to my ministrations. Before she could come again I drew the whip forward, out from between her legs, and ran it up her torso. With just the tip I circled her navel and then outlined her breasts. I traced around her nipples, watching them get crinkled and hard. I drew the whip back and flicked it once, sharply, on each nipple.
"Aaahhhhh!" She screamed. I tied the gag around her mouth once more.
"That won't do, my dear. We wouldn't want to disturb the neighbors."
I started whipping her tits, not hard but steadily. They turned red and swollen. She moaned and writhed her hips, trying to rub her thighs together. Occasionally I would lash her lightly across the nipples and her moans would increase.
When she started nearing orgasm again I moved the whip down and struck her on the insides of her thighs. I started near her knees and gradually worked the braided leather up until it was practically hitting her pussy. Then I stopped.
She stared at me, her eyes wide. She thrust her hips forward, begging me to continue. I smiled at her, then, without warning I brought the lash up hard against her cunt. Her body stiffened. I struck her again. She started to come. I lashed at her pussy once more, this time striking her directly on the clitoris. Her whole body convulsed, twisting and straining against her bonds. Her screams were stifled by the gag in her mouth. Finally, her knees gave way again and she hung by her wrists, limp and spent.
I untied her wrists and ankles. She fell limp at my feet. I removed her gag, and let her catch her breath. Then I carried her to the coffee table in the center of the room. I laid her on her back with her legs hanging over the edge. She seemed unconscious, unaware of what was happening to her.
I took off my pants. My prick was hard and ready. I kneeled between her thighs and put the head of my cock into her pussy. She was hot and wet, as I knew she would be. I moved it up and down inside the entrance to her vagina.
She rolled her head and opened her eyes. She reached over to the sofa and grabbed one of the pillows. She put it under her head so she could watch me. I liked that. I like to watch, too. I pressed forward until I was half-way into her cunt. She was still firm and wet as I remembered her being. I pulled back, watching her eyes.
She was staring at my cock. When it was almost out of her she brought her knees together, holding me with her thighs. I pushed back in, three-quarters of the way up this time. She relaxed and opened her legs again. Her feet were flat on the floor with her knees bent at ninety degrees. She licked her lips and started breathing deeper.
"Where are the papers?" I asked her.
She looked up at me without replying. I started fucking her faster and deeper. At the end of each thrust I gave an extra push, causing her body to shake. A wave seemed to go up from her cunt to her head. Her breasts shook like jello each time it passed.
"Where are the papers?" I repeated. I put my hands on her knees and pushed in deeper, feeling her cunt stretch to admit all of me into her.
There was a little moan and a sigh in her breathing, now. She shook her head, No. ' Her hands went to her breasts and she started playing with her nipples. She twisted and pinched them, making them hard and red.
"Give me the damned papers, bitch!" I slammed my cock deep into her and held it there.
She gasped and pressed her thighs together, holding me deep in her cunt. I leaned over her and took her left nipple in my mouth. I bit down on it, hard. She screamed and wrapped her arms around my head, holding me crushed against her tit.
-"
"Aahhrr, ooohhh, aahh, harder, harder," she moaned.
I shoved my cock as hard and as deep into her as I could. I bit down on her tit until I tasted blood in my mouth. Then I came. My hot come shot into her cunt in torrents. It squirted and slopped out onto the coffee table with each thrust.
"Oh, oh, you brute, your fucking come, your hot fucking come, it bums me down there, oh, oh, oooohhhhh, aaahhhmmmm."
She bucked and thrashed under me, twisting and squirming on the coffee table.
I held myself hard inside her as long as I could. After a few minutes she calmed down. She relaxed her grip on my head and I pulled away from her. There was a drop of blood on her nipple where my teeth had broken the skin. She touched it tenderly.
My cock slipped out of her cunt with a wet, sucking sound.
"Oh, so soon?" She smiled at me. "Must you go so soon?"
"I can't leave without the papers," I said.
"You'll find them in the right-hand desk drawer."
I walked over to the desk and opened the drawer she indicated. In it was another envelope with my name on it. Inside the envelope were ten one hundred dollar bills. I put the envelope in my jacket pocket and started to get dressed.
"Get me my robe, please, Matthew." She pointed to the closet.
I did so and handed it to her. She slipped it on and lay down languidly on the couch. She watched me dressing. When I was dressed she lit a cigarette.
"Have you ever thought of going into private service, Matthew?"
"No, Miss Hathaway, I have not."
"Start thinking about it."
"I have considerable expenses." I was thinking about that bait and boat business for sale at Lake Arrowhead. Ten thousand dollars down, I was already one tenth of the way there. Maybe she would help me more if she thought I would stay with her. "But I am open to any suggestions, Miss Hathaway."
"Don't be so formal, Matthew. Call me Betty."
"Thank you, Betty. You know I'm always happy to serve you in any way I can."
"I believe you. I'll be in touch. Good-bye."
"Good-bye, Betty." I let myself out.
CHAPTER NINE
I stopped at a Thai restaurant on the way back to the motel and picked up two dinners to go. It was early evening when I walked into the room. Tracy was on the couch watching re-runs on television.
"Hi, hungry?"
"Hi!" She jumped up and ran to me, throwing her arms around me and kissing me warmly. "I missed you."
"You've been on my mind, too, Tracy."
We sat down at the table and spread the food out between us. Again, Tracy put hers away like a starving person. She was a growing girl and had needs I hadn't considered. It was time I started considering them.
We finished our dinners in almost complete silence. I didn't know what to say and if Tracy did she had too much food in her mouth to say it. I opened a couple of cokes and handed her one. I looked at her over the table.
She was such a pretty young thing. I wondered how I had gotten her into my life, and what I was going to do with her now that she was in it. "Tracy, what do you want?"
"For dessert?"
"No, in general. You've escaped from your Mom and Jack, but what are you going to do next? What do you want in your life?"
She looked down. She was even prettier when she was pensive. "I haven't given it a lot of thought. The main thing I wanted was to get away from them, and . to get to ... know ... you."
"Well, honestly, Tracy, I'm happy to have you here with me. I didn't think it was possible for me to fall in love again," my throat tightened and I almost blushed, "but I think I am starting to fall for you."
"Oh, Matt!" She squealed and jumped up. She ran around the table and sat in my lap. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me hard. "I know I love you, Matt. I love you and I'll do anything and everything to make you happy. " She kissed me again.
"Well, we can try it," I said. "But we'd better get out of here in case your folks come back. On my next day off I'll find an apartment for us, maybe a furnished one."
"Oh, yes, and I'll cook for you and iron your clothes." She bounced on my lap like a little girl playing house.
"But until then," I warned her, "don't leave this room and don't open the door to anyone, even me. I'll have my own key."
She was so pretty and sweet, so innocent and trusting, I felt my heart going out to her at the same time as my cock started swelling in my pants.
Tracy felt it pressing against her leg and smiled at me. "I know something I can do to make you happy, right now."
"What's that, Tracy?"
She stood up and took my hand. She led me to the bed. She sat down on the edge, facing me. Her face was right in front of the bulge in my crotch. She looked up at me and rubbed my pants.
"What is it you want to do, honey?"
"I don't know what it's called. Tell you what, you get undressed."
I did. In a moment I was naked. My cock was hard and straight, pointing right at her, inches from her face. She touched my penis with shaking fingers. She was obviously very nervous.
"I want to see you, too, honey. Get undressed for me."
She stood up and pulled her polo shirt off. Her breasts bounced free, pink and perky, her nipples already hard. Then she pulled her jeans and panties down in one motion. She had a flat tummy and slender hips. Her pubic hair was light brown and silky. It barely covered her pussy. I thought if I didn't fuck her soon I'd explode. She kicked off her sneakers. I laid down on the bed and pulled her down beside me.
She lay on her left side, leaning on her elbow. Her fingers still shook a little as she ran them lightly through the hairs on my chest.
"Just go ahead and do it, whatever it is, honey. Don't be scared," I said.
I looked at her there. She looked her age now, like a little girl, helpless and naked on my bed. I wanted to protect her and care for her, and at the same time I wanted to fuck her and make her scream with delight.
Her hand slipped down from my chest to my groin. It found my cock and rested there.
"Do you want to ... come, Matt?"
I kissed the top of her head. "You know I do," I said.
"Can I try something I saw in one of Jack's books?"
"As long as it doesn't hurt," I said.
She slid down the bed so that her head rested on my stomach and her back was to my face. She was still curled up, so I could only see her hair, her back, and her ass. I felt her breath blowing on my cock.
"What are you doing down there?"
"You'll see," she giggled.
"That's just the point, I can't see a thing."
"OK," she said, and shifted herself up onto her knees. She sat on her heels and leaned over me so that her face was just inches from my crotch. She continued breathing gently on my cock, watching it harden and rise under her.
Just watching her there, like that, got me more excited than I'd ever been before. This beautiful girl, this still developing virgin, who hadn't even had her first period yet, was playing with my private parts as though they were the most wonderful and special things in the world to her.
Looking at her, my cock got stiff and straight and strained up toward her. She opened her mouth a little wider and slowly lowered her head. I watched my dick disappear between her lips. When about half my shaft was inside her mouth, I felt the tip touch the back of her throat. She opened her jaws a little wider and started to gag, but didn't retreat.
When she'd gotten control of her reflexes she turned her head so she could see my face. Then she closed her lips.
The smooth moistness of her lips and tongue enveloped me. It felt so good, I had wanted to feel it for so long, I nearly came right then and there. I controlled myself and let her work on me.
She pulled her head back and then pushed it down again. She could get almost half of my dick into her mouth easily, two-thirds if she tried harder. She looked so good there, sucking me. Her pretty lips stretched around my shaft, her cheeks bulging out and in as her head bobbed up and down.
"Oh, baby, that's wonderful. Suck a little harder."
She did. The sensations became even more intense. I felt my cock expanding, throbbing in her mouth. She moved her head faster, up and down, up and down.
"Oh, yes, Tracy. Oh, God, you're great, I love you, baby. Oh, suck me harder, baby, yes, yes."
She held her head down on my shaft and stayed there. The head of my cock slipped down her throat. She held steady, she didn't gag, she breathed slow and deep through her nose. Her hands moved up, the right one cupped my balls, the left held the base of my dick. Her hands were soft and cool, her touch, almost tentative.
She rubbed me with her right hand, with her left, she followed the motion of her head. Very slowly, at first, hardly at all, Tracy moved her head up and down on my cock. From her tongue to her throat, over her tongue, back to her throat, then deep in her throat, and back to her lips, she flicked and teased the head with her tongue.
I thrust up into her mouth as she came down, she swallowed me whole, she squeezed my balls. I came in her mouth. Her eyes opened wide and she struggled to keep all my come in her mouth. My breath came in gasps as waves of liquid pleasure washed through my body and into Tracy's mouth.
Two streams of come ran down my dick, one from each side of Tracy's mouth. I could see her jaws and throat swallowing my come in gulps but some still escaped. I closed my eyes and surrendered to my orgasm.
After all too brief an eternity of pleasure I looked down at Tracy. She lay on her right side, her head on my thigh. She was licking the last traces of come from my rapidly softening penis.
I touched her arm and she crawled up the bed to rest at my side. She leaned over and kissed me. I could taste my come in her mouth. The taste of her youth mixed with my semen made me hard again. My cock pressed against her leg, her lips tightened against mine, she was smiling.
"You're ready again?" There was excited laughter in her voice.
"just about." I flipped her onto her back and leaned over her. Seeing her so soft and innocent, young, unspoiled, naked, wet, ready, happy, my heart rose and beat in my throat. Such pleasure, such happiness, was almost impossible to believe.
I put my mouth on hers. Our tongues danced and played with each other. I felt her pussy. Of course, it was wet, of course, she was ready to be fucked.
I slid my middle singer slowly into her vagina. She was utterly motionless, her whole being, her whole consciousness centered on that one fact, that single sensation, my finger filling and stretching her hymen, rubbing and tickling her pussy lips.
I kissed her right tit. I licked and flicked my tongue over her nipple. I nibbled it a little with my teeth and Tracy started to breath again, long and slow, deep in her lungs. Her hips undulated around my finger, fucking herself and rubbing her fat little pussy lips on my fist.
I sucked her other tit, enjoying the hardness of her nipples. I moved down the bed, running my tongue down her torso. I left a trail of saliva on her soft pink skin. She giggled and shook when I tongued her navel. I got between her legs and put my face over her pussy. I breathed soft and hot on her clit, the way she had breathed on my dick.
"Oh, Matt! What are you ... OH!" She bent her knees and spread her legs wide apart.
I put my head down and licked her cunt. She was juicy and sweet, as I knew she would be. She rolled and undulated her hips in my face, instinctively guiding my tongue to where she wanted it most. Quivering, gasping, giggling, her breath became raspy.
I wrapped my left arm around her leg and scratched her pubic hair just above her clit. When I licked up to the top of her slit I found her clitoris stiff and hard, like her nipples. It protruded almost a half an inch from her slit.
I put my lips on her clit and sucked on it. She immediately started bucking her hips in my face. I slid my right forefinger into her cunt and used it to hold her steady.
"Oh, Matt, I love you, oh God, please, more ... your finger ... mmmmmm ... yes...."
I sucked her clit hard into my mouth and held it there, my tongue against it. My fingers were in her pussy up to the knuckle. She pressed her hips hard against me and came. Creamy, sweet, virgin pussy juice ran from her cunt, over my fingers, down my wrist, into the crack of her ass.
I released her clitoris as Tracy subsided from her coming. She relaxed back onto the bed, her hips still pulsing, pussy shining.
"Oh, hm, oh, hm, oh, hm." Her breathing was tied to her waves of orgasm.
I licked her cunt, savoring the taste of pubescent come juice, sweet, creamy, virginal.
When finally Tracy was done with her coming, I climbed up and kissed her as she had done me, giving her her own come to kiss and lick from my face.
We fell asleep then, in each other's arms. I felt happy as I never thought I could be. Our sleep was deep and dreamless.
CHAPTER TEN
The next morning I woke up before six AM. The sun was just slanting in the window, below the shade. Tracy was sound asleep at my side, curled up in a ball, her knees to her chest and her thumbnail resting on her lower lip.
I got up and dressed as noiselessly as I could. I drove to the all-night supermarket on Sunset Blvd. I bought cold cuts, bread, condiments, cereal, milk, fruit, paper plates and bowls, plastic flatware, ice, and a large ice chest. I drove back to the motel and let myself in. Tracy was still asleep.
I put my purchases on the table and got undressed again. I climbed into bed next to Tracy.
Her eyelids fluttered, then opened.
"Good morning," I said, and meant it.
"Mmmm. " She grinned and stretched like a cat.
I pecked her on the nose and she grabbed me and kissed me on the mouth.
"Haven't had enough, eh?" I tickled her armpit. "Me?" She squirmed away from me and laughed. "Look who's talking."
It was true, I had another raging hard-on. "Well, what do you think we ought to do about it?" I asked.
"Tracy looked me in the eye and said, "I can think of something that we haven't tried yet."
I gave her my best leer. "I can think of several things we haven't tried yet."
She smiled and moved closer, reaching for my cock. "You can show me those some other time, after we do what I want."
"Oho, uppity little bitch, aren't you?" I slapped her playfully on the butt.
"Yeah, wanna make sump'n of it?" She balled her fists and shook them at me. Then she threw herself on me, knocking me on my back. She straddled my chest and planted her mouth on mine.
I let back and let myself be ravished, enjoying the notion of being raped by a virgin, having her take her own cherry by force with my cock.
She was rubbing her pussy on my chest and breathing hard when my pager went off.
"Oh, shit!" I muttered, "I'd better call them now and say I'm sick or busy or something."
Tracy said nothing but kissed my neck and my ear as I dialed the phone.
"This is Michelle, At Your Service."
"Hi Michelle, this is Matt Johnson. You paged me?"
"Matthew, can you come to the office right away? It's very important."
"Actually, that would be difficult," I lied. Tracy was stroking my cock at the same time as she licked my ear. "I've, uh ... sprained my ankle. It happened just now. I slipped in the shower."
"Well, Matthew, Mrs. Bryant is here talking with M. Claire. I think you'll want to be here. Besides, if you can't drive you'll have to turn your car in anyway."
"Very well, Michelle," I capitulated, "I'll get there as soon as I can."
Tracy pulled her head back and pouted. "You have to go to work?"
"Yeah, there seems to be some trouble at the office. I don't know what it is."
I got up and headed for the bathroom. "I'll be back as soon as I can, and then I'll take a couple of days off. We'll find an apartment and move. How's that sound?"
"That'll be fine, Matt, you know that," she called after me.
I showered quickly, hot then cold. I managed to lose my hard-on, but only temporarily.
When I walked out into the room Tracy was standing in front of the mirror. She was completely naked. She combed her hair languidly, while at the same time she admired her budding body.
Immediately, my cock got hard again. She saw my reflection over her shoulder and turned to face me. Her eyes went straight to my cock. Although she had already handled it and even sucked it, she hadn't really gotten a good look at it. It was just over eight inches long and two in diameter. It had a slight upward curve in the shaft. The helmet was red, almost purple, and distended. Veins stood out blue and crooked along the shaft. A drop of clear liquid hung from the tip.
"You can't go out like that," she said. "You'll never close your zipper."
I walked over and stood in front of her, my cock almost touching her belly.
She took my cock in her hand and led me by it over to the bed. She sat on the edge and faced me. My cock brushed her lips.
"We'll have to hurry," I said, "they want me there right away."
Tracy leaned forward and let my cock slide into her mouth. She sucked and tongued me moving her head around and quickly fell into a rhythm, bobbing up and down, sucking half my cock each time.
"Faster, baby, that's it. Suck me good, make me come."
She put her left hand on my balls and her right one on my cock. She started jerking me off, moving her hand with her lips, as if her fist were an extension of her mouth.
"Oh, yes, Tracy. Suck me, beat me. Jerk me off, baby, make me come in your mouth."
Obediently, Tracy moved her head back and sucked on just the head of my cock. She sucked it and teased it with her tongue, while with her right hand she stroked the skin up and down on my shaft, jerking me off in her face.
My cock looked huge with the head in her mouth and her hand barely encompassing the shaft. Her fist flew back and forth, sometimes hitting herself in the nose or mouth.
"Fuck me, suck me, jerk me, baby, here I come!"
I pressed forward and shot in her mouth. Again, Tracy tried to swallow it all as it splashed over her tongue. Again, a little bit, less this time, dribbled down her chin and landed on her chest.
I squirted and squirted my pleasure, my manhood, into her throat and she accepted it with love and desire. My cock began to soften but Tracy didn't let it go. She held it in her mouth, sucking on it as a baby would at her mother's breast, taking more and more of it into her mouth as it got softer and smaller.
Finally, when we both knew I was done, Tracy lay back on the bed and smiled up at me. "Hurry back, I'll be here."
"There's food in the ice chest," I told her. "I'll be back as soon as I can."
I was dressed in fifteen minutes. I spent another five putting an Ace bandage around my ankle. Even if it wasn't sprained, I had already told Michelle that it was. Twenty minutes after that I was limping into the office.
* * *
"Good morning, Michelle. What's all the trouble?"
"Oh, dear, you are hurt, aren't you?"
"It's just twisted, it'll be fine."
"Mrs. Bryant is here." She glanced at M. Claire's door as though it could hear us. "She wants to hire you privately."
"Why is she talking to M. Claire about it?" I asked. "Why doesn't she just ask me?"
"She's been a client for many years. She doesn't want to alienate M. Claire."
"If she hires me she won't need M. Claire," I said.
"Not if you stayed with her forever," Michelle said. "Would you?"
"I see your point."
"Besides, she's done this before."
"Really? Was the last one named Julio, by any chance?"
Michelle looked startled. "Yes, how did you know?"
"Just a hunch," I said.
The intercom buzzed.
"Michelle, has Mr. Johnson arrived yet?" M. Claire asked.
Michelle pressed the button to respond. "Yes, M. Claire, he's here now."
"Good, send him in."
I walked into his tastefully decorated office. As I expected, Mrs. Bryant was seated opposite him at his desk. He motioned me to the other chair.
"Please, take a seat, Mr. Johnson. Mrs. Bryant and I were just discussing your future."
I sat. "I'm flattered that you take an interest," I said.
"Mrs. Bryant would like you to come work for her full-time. Is this something you would like to do?"
"Mrs. Bryant," I addressed her directly, "although I find the suggestion appealing, I'm afraid I haven't given it he thought and consideration it requires."
"Would five hundred dollars a week assist you in your thinking?" She asked.
"I'm afraid I have considerations other than monetary ones," I said.
"Such as?" Mrs. Bryant's manner was becoming cold, formal. I had offended her by not jumping at the chance to go to work for her.
"For instance," I tried to be conciliatory without fawning on her, "would the position be a live-in one."
"That would be preferred," she said, getting angrier.
"Well, as intriguing as your generous offer is, if I may simply say, without getting too personal, that I have an inconvenient family obligation that would make my full-time employment by any one distinctly difficult."
"Just what do you mean?" She was angry and hurt.
"Mrs. Bryant, please believe me, I would very much like to serve you in that way, but I have a close relative who relies on my constant care." She wasn't convinced. I looked at M. Claire. His expression was blank, implacable. I decided to try a long shot.
"In fact, if it were not for M. Claire's forbearance in letting me take unscheduled days off when my family duties became overwhelming, well, I would probably not be able to hold down any other job."
I looked at her steadily. "I'm sure you understand."
Finally, she relented. "Oh, my goodness, Matthew," she said, "I had no idea you were burdened with other responsibilities. Of course, I understand perfectly."
"Well, I am glad we were able to get that settled. " M. Claire broke his silence. "Mrs. Bryant, if you will excuse us? I have some other business to discuss with Mr. Johnson."
"Of, course, M. Claire. Thank you for your time." She extended her hand.
He kissed it and she left the room. I stood up until she had closed the door, then I sat again. M. Claire looked at me fixedly without speaking. Then he held out an open box of cigarettes at me. I refused it.
"No, thank you. I don't smoke."
"You don't mind if I do." He said it as a statement, not a question. He lit one and blew the smoke toward the ceiling. "You handled that very well," he said, after a pause.
"Thank you. And thank you for not contradicting me."
"You are welcome. Why did you turn down Mrs. Bryant's offer, if I may ask."
"Because I think I may be able to make more money working for you. And, what I said about my relative was not untrue."
"I see. I believe we've said enough on the subject." A small smile creased his face. "Your assessment of your financial potential may be accurate."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Miss Elizabeth Hathaway has expressed a similar, if less exclusive interest in you."
"Well," I couldn't help smiling, "again, I'm flattered."
"You should be. Perhaps I shouldn't tell you this, but, she has requested your services again."
"Why shouldn't you tell me that?"
"You're the first chauffeur she'd ever requested."
"Really?"
"Yes, in the past she's always asked that we not send the same driver twice."
"That's interesting."
"Yes, I had been afraid of losing Miss Hathaway's patronage. But now it seems I have less to worry about?"
"I would hope so, M. Claire. I would hope so."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
As I walked out of M. Claire's office, Mrs. Bryant was sitting with Michelle, chatting animatedly. She stood up and placed her hand on my chest.
"Matthew, I'm sorry if I made you talk about a painful subject in there, I had no idea."
"That's all right, Mrs. Bryant," I reassured her, "please, forget all about it."
"No, Matthew, I caused you pain and I insist on making it up to you." She looked down, I almost felt sorry for making her uncomfortable. "Won't you come to my house this afternoon? I have a chiropractic appointment and my chiropractor could treat your ankle at the same time."
Michelle, still seated at her desk behind Mrs. Bryant, caught my eye. She was nodding at me, silently telling me to accept the offer.
"Why, of course, Mrs. Bryant," I said, "I'd be honored."
"Fine, Matthew, I'll see you at two o'clock. " She swept out of the office without another word.
"Well done," Michelle said, smiling at me. "If you hadn't said yes she would probably never requested you again. She doesn't like being refused. She might even have cancelled her account with us. That would have made M. Claire very unhappy."
"I'm sure it would have. Thanks for the hint."
"You're welcome. " She gave me a sly wink. "Now you owe me a favor."
"I'm looking forward to returning it," I said, winking right back at her.
I limped to the elevator, perpetuating my imaginary infirmity. I left the limo with the garage attendant and picked up my car. I drove back to the motel.
As much as I was looking forward to spending time with Tracy, spending a lot of time with Tracy, the idea of an afternoon with Mrs. Bryant was also very enticing. Aside from being a very sensuous woman, she was a wealthy one. And, while she had not been as generous as Miss Hathaway, I did not want to deny her the opportunity to give me money.
* * *
Back at the motel, Tracy was watching television again.
"Hi, honey, I'm home." I laughed at myself.
She jumped up and ran to me. "Hi!" She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me.
Oh God,' I thought, she really loves me, or is it just infatuation?'
"It's good to see you, Tracy," I said.
"Are you going to stay home now?"
"No, I've got to go out again, but I'll be off for a few days starting tomorrow. We'll spend time together then, OK?"
"OK," she kissed me again. Then she breathed, "I love you, Matt," in my ear.
"I love you, Tracy," I said, and I meant it.
I changed out of my suit into casual clothes. Then I drove to an Italian restaurant. I picked up lasagna, chicken cacciatore, salad, garlic bread, more milk for Tracy, cappuccino for me, and drove back.
I didn't want to be seen with Tracy around the motel. Even though she had gotten ID saying she was eighteen, someone might recognize her as a runaway. And a tangle with the police or youth authority was something I knew I could do without. It was about eleven AM when I got back to the room.
"Hi, again, lunch is here," I called.
We ate and talked calmly. We decided to try to find a furnished apartment in West Hollywood. A lot of show biz types and homosexuals live in West Hollywood, people who are more interested in pursuing or concealing their own life-styles than prying into someone else's.
Tracy didn't want to think about school or education so I didn't push it.
I left the plastic and styrofoam for Tracy to clean up and headed for Canon Drive. It was just before two o'clock when I rang Mrs. Bryant's doorbell. She opened the door herself. She was wearing dark glasses and a bathrobe.
"Hello, Mrs. Bryant."
"Matthew, I'm so glad you're here. Come in."
I followed her into the house. "Where is Julio?" I asked.
"Julio always has Thursdays off. Come out to the pool."
She went through the house into the back yard with me in her wake. She shed her robe as we stepped into the sunlight. She wore a tastefully revealing bikini.
"Did you bring a bathing suit?" she asked me.
"No, I didn't realize we would be at the pool."
"Why don't you see if you can find something in the cabana that will fit you?"
Inside the cabana I found only three sets of bathing trunks. Two apparently belonged to Mr. Bryant, they were too big on me. The third may have been Julio's, I couldn't get them over my hips. I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked back to the pool.
Mrs. Bryant was in the jacuzzi, sipping a tall, iced drink through a straw, and watching me approach.
"Were you able to find something to wear?" she asked.
"No," I said, "none of the suits fit me."
She took off her glasses. "I hope that won't be a problem for us."
"I don't think it will be. May I join you?"
"Of course."
I dropped the towel from around my hips. She looked up at me steadily. My cock wasn't hard but it hung down almost its full length. I eased myself into the hot, bubbling water.
"Perhaps, if I join you, you will feel less embarrassed ," she said.
"Join me?" I asked.
"In your undress." She reached between her breasts and undid her top. In moments, it-floated in the water.
"By all means," I smiled at her.
She reached down and soon her bikini bottoms were floating along side the bra.
"Handy having your bikini float like that," I said. "Yes, it makes it so much easier to find."
"Is your chiropractor here?" I asked.
"Marge will be along presently," she said. "She's been delayed at her morning appointment."
"Why did I suspect that your chiropractor would be a woman?"
"Because you're not a stupid man, Matthew," she said. "If I thought you were I never would have offered you a position with me."
"I hope you will continue to request my services, Mrs. Bryant, even if I cannot offer them to you exclusively."
I felt her foot find my leg under the water. She pressed my knee, then ran it up my thigh.
"You're very sweet, Matthew. I would have hoped my invitation to you this afternoon had made my intentions clear," she said.
Her foot continued its explorations until it found my scrotum. She moved her other foot up to join the first. My rod started growing and stiffening as I sat with her in the hot-tub.
Above the water she calmly sipped her drink and looked in my eyes. Below, her feet rolled and teased my cock. She smiled wider as she felt my cock grow hard and rigid under her ministrations.
"I hope my response is equally clear," I said.
My cock was fully hard now and she knew it. She held it firmly between her feet and rubbed it up and down. In the warm, bubbling water, with her soft, uncalloused feet, it was almost as good as a hand job. I pumped my hips up and down a little bit, helping her along, getting myself more excited.
"You are the eager one, aren't you?" she said.
"It's the company I keep." I leaned forward and over her.
She put her head back and opened her mouth.
I kissed her with as much passion as I could muster. She responded genuinely, reaching for my prick with her hand.
It was going well. She was happy with my apparent desire for her and was willing to not own me, but to enjoy my company. And to pay for that enjoyment.
I sat back down on the bench and pulled her onto my lap. I pulled her knees up next to my hips so that her cunt was right in front of my cock. There was an air jet right under the bench, bubbles boiled up between our legs and tickled both our genitals. Her nipples bobbed in the water.
Although the jacuzzi was shaded by vines from the sun, the heat of the day combined with the steaming water and our own heated passions, we were both sweating. Her dark hair hung in limp curls, small ringlets sticking to her forehead and cheeks. Sweat beaded on her face her lips.
Our skins were slippery against each other. Her ass slid across my thighs, her pussy brushing my cock. I kneaded her breasts in my hands, her nipples like two hard raisins in her placid flesh. I pulled on her breasts and drew her to me.
My cock slipped gently right into her pussy. It was such an easy fit it took us by surprise. My whole body shuddered for an instant, Mrs. Bryant gasped.
She grabbed me and kissed me, her tongue probing, stabbing in my mouth. I put my hands under her ass. I lifted and guided her up and down on my cock.
In a few moments she came, twisting and squirming, panting, still kissing me. I felt myself start to come with her.
My mind drifted to Tracy. I thought of her ass, how pink and round it was. I thought of how tight and smooth her pussy would be.
I was brought back to my surroundings by Mrs. Bryant's pulling her mouth away from mine and finishing her orgasm. She gasped and shuddered, bouncing up and down on my prick. Her come was nice and slippery in the water.
I shot a few pleasant squirts of pre-come lubricant into her, but it wasn't a real orgasm. My heart wasn't in it, my mind was on Tracy.
Mrs. Bryant didn't mind. She didn't even notice.
She'd gotten her orgasm and that was enough for her. She rolled off of me and leaned back against the side of the-tub, her arms along the railing.
"Bravo! Brava, bravisimo!" A woman was applauding us from inside the house.
"Marge!" Mrs. Bryant called, "Come join us."
Marge walked out to the patio. She was a tall, willowy blonde. I couldn't be sure, but I guessed she was almost six feet tall. Her hair hung over her shoulders and down to her waist. She wore large lensed glasses that made her big blue eyes even more prominent. She sat on a lounge chair a few feet from us.
"That was good performance," she said, "but you should let me adjust your back before you exert yourself again and throw it out of alignment."
"Yes, doctor," Mrs. Bryant said, then she turned to me. "Matthew, would you set up Marge's table for her?"
"Of course. " I climbed out of the tub and picked up my towel. I made sure Marge got a look at me before I covered up. My cock was almost half hard, hanging down but fully extended. I could be ready in a minute.
I watched her eyes. She looked straight at my cock until I wrapped the towel around me. Then her eyes travelled up my abdomen and chest until they reached mine.
"You must be Matthew," she said. "Mrs. Bryant tells me you are an excellent masseur."
"A talented amateur, at best," I demurred.
"Perhaps you will let me judge for myself."
"Nothing could give me more pleasure."
I took the table and set it up on the patio where Mrs. Bryant indicated. Meanwhile, Marge quickly braided her hair and pinned it behind her head, making her look more professional but not less attractive. They chatted quietly together.
The whole scene, in fact my whole life, was assuming an air of unreality. If I could keep it happening for another six weeks, no matter how unreal it may be, I thought I could see a new possibility at the end.
Just another six weeks, I thought.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Mrs. Bryant and Marge went into the cabana. I heard the water running. Mrs. Bryant was taking a shower. When they emerged they were both dressed only in towels, wrapped around themselves like sarongs.
"Well, this seems to be the official native costume," I said, indicating my own towel.
"Yes, you're quite the trend-setter, aren't you, Mr.
Johnson?" Marge smiled.
Unable to think of an intelligent reply, I went to the bar. I found a supply of lemons and ice so I started mixing lemonade.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Bryant laid down on the massage table and Marge started working on her back. She pulled and twisted, at times making Mrs. Bryant look like a human pretzel.
I added some sugar to the lemonade and tasted it. It was nice and tart but not sour. I poured some in a glass with ice and gin and walked over to join the women.
Mrs. Bryant was on her back. Her towel was off and her body shone. Marge was rubbing aromatic oil into her skin.
"May I have a sip?" she asked, reaching for my drink.
"Of course." I handed it to her.
"That's very nice, try it Marge." She handed it to her.
"Oh that is nice," she agreed. "Will you fix us some, too?"
"Why don't you keep that one and I'll make two more," I said.
They shared the drink between them as I poured ice, gin, and lemonade in two more glasses.
"What shall we call it?" Mrs. Bryant called to me.
"The drink? I don't know. What do you suggest?" I walked back to them with their drinks.
"It should be something strong," Marge said, "like a Sledgehammer,' or a Lodgepole.'"
"How about a Paging Hard-on'?" Mrs. Bryant offered.
We all laughed. "I think I'd prefer a juicy Quim,' I said."
"Perhaps we can work out a trade," Marge said and pressed my cock.
It immediately swelled and grew under her hand.
"Matt's got a raging hard-on," she continued, "is your quim all nice and juicy?" She placed her hand on Mrs. Bryant's cunt.
"No," she said, "why don't you moisten it for me, Margie?"
Without another word, Marge bent over and started licking Mrs. Bryant's pussy.
I stepped forward so Mrs. Bryant could reach my cock if she wanted to. She did.
She pulled my towel loose and let it fall to the ground. She put her hand around my cock and started stroking it slowly, almost absent-mindedly.
"Isn't this a pretty cock, Margie?" she asked. "Would you like some of it?"
Without stopping her work, Marge looked up at my cock over Mrs. Bryant's pubic hair. She nodded and mumbled "Mm hm," while she licked Mrs. Bryant's clitoris.
She pushed three fingers of her right hand up Mrs. Bryant's cunt while she licked and teased her around the slit.
Mrs. Bryant raised her knees and spread her legs wider apart. Marge crawled up on the massage table so she could continue sucking her cunt. I pulled her towel off of her.
It was hard to get a good look at her body. She was bunched up with her knees under her, between Mrs. Bryant's legs, licking away. Even from the side, though, I could see she had nice large breasts, they seemed to hang about half-way down her chest. And her ass was nice, wide flaring hips and round pink cheeks. Fuckable.
I stepped around to the end of the massage table. Marge's ass was hanging over the end, level with my cock. I placed the head of it against her pussy. She raised her hips. I stepped forward, maintaining contact. She raised up some more and I followed, then stopped.
Slowly, she lowered herself down on my cock. I held myself steady while she moved her hips up and down. She moved very slowly at first, almost excruciatingly so, but gradually she increased her tempo.
I could see she was moving in time to Mrs. Bryant's excitement. As she gasped and moaned, Marge would increase her movements. When she slowed, Marge would too.
I admired her professionalism. She wanted to share her pleasure with her client, thereby making her client's orgasm more satisfying and her own services more valuable.
I matched my thrusts to her rhythm. Soon we were all gasping and writhing together. Mrs. Bryant held Marge's head in her hands, holding her mouth and tongue hard on her cunt. Meanwhile, I held her tight by the ass. I pressed down on her hips, forcing my cock as deep into her cunt as it would go.
Marge twisted and bucked and moaned between us. If she hadn't had her mouth full of cunt she would have screamed. Mrs. Bryant and I came at the same time, giving Marge both our juices.
Slowly, she disengaged herself from us and stood up. She put one hand td her lips and the other to her pussy. She rubbed each gingerly.
"That was very nice, you two," she said, "but I feel a bit bruised on both ends. I'd better take a shower."
"Why don't you join her?" Mrs. Bryant suggested, "you could clean off, too."
I did as she said and followed Marge into the cabana and shower.
Marge was almost as tall as me. Her large round breasts hung low, but firm on her chest. Her stomach was flat and strong. I wanted to fuck her again right there.
She soaped and stroked my cock while washed her breasts and pussy. "I'd like some more, too," she said, "but don't you think you should save it for our mistress?"
"You're probably right, but I'd rather fuck you."
We rinsed off and went back outside. The three of us spent the next hour drinking and swimming around in the pool and jacuzzi. As the sun lowered in the sky we went into the house. Shortly, we found ourselves in Mrs. Bryant's bedroom.
I lay on my back and Marge amused herself with sucking my cock while Mrs. Bryant kneeled in front of my face and gave me her pussy to lick.
Marge had a very talented mouth and knew how to use it. She varied her sucking and licking enough to keep me building to, but not quite reaching, orgasm. I wondered if I could get Tracy to give me as good head. Tracy had natural talent, but Marge was an expert.
"Marge, I want you to lie where Matthew is," Mrs. Bryant said. "Matthew get up."
I climbed off the bed and watched as Marge lay down. She lay with her head toward the foot of the bed. Mrs. Bryant positioned herself on top of her. They were going to do sixty-nine.
Sure enough, Mrs. Bryant lowered her head to Marge's pussy at the same time as she lowered her own pussy into Marge's face.
I could hear their tongues licking and slurping each other. They breathed hard and slow through their noses. I was feeling hot and left out.
I climbed behind Mrs. Bryant. My cock was right over Marge's eyes. She watched me jerk myself off.
My cock got even bigger, the head more purple. She reached up and stopped me before I could come. She took my cock and pulled me forward, guiding me to Mrs. Bryant's pussy.
As soon as she felt my dick touch her ass, she raised herself up, giving me better access to her cunt. I pushed forward and gave her the head of my dick in her slit. She wiggled and bounced a little, asking for more.
Marge slipped a pillow under her head so that she could stay with the action without straining her neck. She kept her lips on Mrs. Bryant's clitoris while I slid my dick in and out of her pussy.
Mrs. Bryant raised her head from Marge's cunt. She was breathing hard and sweating.
"Oh, yes, you're good, you two, I'm almost ... ooohhh ... aaahhh ... more ... suck me Margie ... YES! ... Fuck me, Matthew ... Come, now! ... give it to me-"
She was coming and I wasn't. There was no way I could fake it. She would know I wasn't shooting into her.
Marge must have felt my distress. She moved her mouth up and started licking my balls. Her warm, soft, wet, velvet tongue massaged and rubbed my scrotum. She milked my come up from my balls and out my dick.
"Oh, yes. I can feel you now. Fill me with your come," she moaned. Then, "Marge, where are you?
Suck me!"
I pumped deep into her pussy, enjoying the waves of pleasure Marge had helped to break over me. Mrs. Bryant gasped and moaned and played out her orgasm. Her pussy juice and my come ran out of her slit and into Marge's mouth, who lapped it up, happily.
We all lay curled together on the king-sized bed for awhile. They lay on either side of me and I held one tit in each hand. Mrs. Bryant stroked my cock while Marge gently rubbed my balls.
Between Mrs. Bryant's hand jobs and Marge's repeatedly sucking me, they managed to keep me hard and ready for the rest of the evening. Fortunately, they didn't expect me to keep coming with them, so I held myself back and stayed hard while they got themselves off on me and each other.
Toward the end of the evening, I had just fucked Marge by herself, for the first time, while Mrs. Bryant watched and played with herself. Then she told me to wash myself off so that she could suck me.
She wasn't very good at giving head. She used her lips more than her tongue. But, it got her very excited. She started bouncing around on the bed, fingering her own pussy.
She was sitting on the edge of the bed with me standing in front of her. My dick was in her mouth and she was doing her best to make me come.
Marge crawled up behind her. She wrapped her arms around her. She rubbed and squeezed Mrs. Bryant's breasts, teasing her nipples and making them bard. With her other hand she played with Mrs. Bryant's clit, flicking it back and forth.
Soon, Mrs. Bryant was on the verge of coming again. I strained and pushed my dick forward, willing myself to come, to give her what she wanted. As much as I tried, though, I feared I would disappoint her. My come just wasn't coming.
Again, Marge tried to come to my rescue. She looked up at me and mouthed words silently to me.
Fuck me. Come on me,' she pantomimed and licked her lips.
I closed my eyes and thought about Tracy. I imagined it was she who was sucking me. I pretended they were her lips making my cock wet and warm, inviting my come into her mouth.
Finally, I was able to orgasm. Long, gooey jets of come spurted into Mrs. Bryant's mouth. She didn't even try to swallow it. It dripped down her chin and onto her breasts. Marge wiped some onto her fingers and licked it off.
Soon after that it became clear that we were done for the evening. Whether from exhaustion or satiation, we silently agreed to call it a night.
Mrs. Bryant said she wanted Marge to do a little more chiropractic work on her so I left the two of them there. Whether it was chiropractic or other work I neither knew nor cared.
Mrs. Bryant had given me another fat envelope and I was on my way back to the motel, tired and happy. The job was easy and the pay good. I had a pretty girl waiting for me and a plan for the future. I was getting to be a happy guy, again.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
I got back to the motel after midnight. Tracy was already in bed, sound asleep. I showered and climbed in beside her. She rolled over without waking up.
In the morning, I slept late. I could tell it was late by the angle of the sun coming through the window. I felt good, warm and rested. I stretched and opened my eyes.
The sheet was on the floor, I was naked and I had a hard-on. Just to the left of my head, Tracy was sitting on her pillow playing with her cunt. "Good morning," I said.
"Oh, you're up." She stopped and put her legs together.
"No, don't stop," I said. "What were you doing?"
"You know."
"No, tell me. I want to hear you say it."
"I was ... you know ... fingering myself."
"I know. I liked seeing you do it. Do it some more."
"Nooo. It's not nice."
"It's beautiful, just like you. I like watching you enjoy yourself. Go ahead."
Shyly, tentatively, she opened her legs and showed me her pussy.
"What do you call it?" I asked.
"My ... thing."
"Oh, come on," I said, "what do you really call it?" She blushed and slipped her finger into her slit. "I used to call it my coozie.'"
"I like that," I said. "What were you thinking of?"
"You mean just now?"
"Yeah." I reached down and started stroking my cock while I watched her finger slip in and out her pussy.
"When I woke up you were still asleep."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, and your .. thing ... was all hard."
"My thing?"
"Yes, your, ... penis."
"What else do I call it?"
"Your cock." She licked her lips, her finger moved faster on her clit. She was getting excited.
"And what were you thinking about?"
"I was imagining that you were putting your cock in my coozie."
"Did it feel good?"
"Oh, yes, it made me all warm and gushy and creamy."
"Can you make yourself come while I'm watching you?"
"I think so," she said.
"Go ahead, I want to see you come."
She moved her finger up and down over her clit. With her other hand, she inserted a finger into her pussy. Her breathing became shallow and ragged. She started bouncing up and down on her buttocks.
"Are you coming yet?" I asked.
"Ooohhh, yes, I am. I'm comminng nnnooowww." Her hand were a blur, moving over and in her cunt. Her thighs slapped together in her excitement. I saw her come ooze out of her cunt and run down into the crack of her ass.
I rolled over and put my mouth on her pussy. I licked up her come juice. She took her hands away so I could lick her deeper. Her pussy tasted so sweet and creamy, like a fruit smoothie. Her come was thick and juicy. I wanted to do nothing more than eat her pussy for the rest of my life.
Meanwhile she gasped and cooed and mumbled sweet nothings at me while I ate her.
"Oh, Matt, I love you. You make me so happy. Oh, God, more, yes! I'll do anything for you, Matt, anything. Eat me! Yes! Yes, oh God, yes, ooohhh, aahh, hhmmm."
She collapsed above me. Her legs fell open and her chin was on her chest. She was completely spent.
As I licked the last of her pussy juice from between her legs, I could only reflect on how happy I was, how happy she had made me, and how I never wanted to let her go.
Gradually, she recovered her self and sat up. "Do you want to ... do it ... with me, now?" she asked.
"What do you think?" I rolled over to show her my cock, nice and hard and ready for her.
"Oh, yes, do it to me now." She kissed me all over my face, hungrily. "Make me a woman, now, Matt."
I pulled her down so that she was lying beside me. Then I rolled over her. She was so tiny, so small, that when I put my cock at her pussy, her head only reached my chest. I thought if I got carried away I would have to be careful not to smother her.
She opened her legs and I put my knees between them. She spread her pussy lips apart and held them open for me.
"Go ahead, honey," I said, "guide me in."
She took my cock in one of her small little hands and placed it at the entrance to her vagina. I pressed forward. No more than the head went in before I ran into her hymen.
She gasped and pulled hack, almost dislodging me from her.
"I'm sorry, baby," I said, "I didn't want to hurt you.
"Oh, don't stop, Matt," she said, her voice shaking. "Finish it, please ... fuck ... me ... now."
She put both her hands on my hips and pulled me down into her. Again the head of my cock slipped into her pussy and up against her cherry.
"OH! OH!" she cried out, and pushed me back again. "Wait, Matt. It feels so good in there, but it hurts when you go further."
"Don't worry, baby." I held myself steady, not moving in or out, until she calmed down and became less tense. Then I held my cock in my hand and rubbed it up and down over her clitoris.
Immediately she began to gasp and squirm, rolling and bucking her hips up at me.
"Go ahead, honey, let yourself come again," I said. "I like watching you come under me."
She needed no encouragement. She twisted and bounced under me, coming quickly, kissing my chest and nipples.
When she was done I rolled off of her and lay at her side. She was curled in the hollow of my arm.
"I'm sorry, Matt," she said.
"Sorry? About what?"
"I couldn't let you ... you know ... in me."
"I'm not mad," I reassured her, "there's plenty of time for that."
She didn't say anything but she kissed me on the mouth. Then she kissed my neck, my ear, and my chest. She crawled around on her hands and knees, kissing me all over my body, down my legs to my toes and back up again.
Finally, straddling my chest, with her ass to my face, she kissed my cock. It was still hard and ready for her. She had come twice that morning and I was still waiting to unload my first shot.
She opened her lips and swallowed half my dick into her mouth.
"OH, yes, Tracy," I gasped with pleasure. "That's right, that's what I've been waiting for. Suck me, honey."
I looked under her ass, past her cunt, up to where she was sucking me. I watched her head bobbing up and down on my cock. I liked the way her lips stretched out when she raised her head. I liked seeing her little titties hanging down from her chest, swaying back and forth while she sucked me.
"Can you do me like you did before, baby?" I asked her.
She didn't say anything. She put her head further down on my cock. I felt the head slide into her throat, just a little. She held herself there. I could tell she was fighting to control her reflexes.
My cock throbbed inside of her. I wanted to thrust up and bury myself in her throat, but I held back.
Slowly, Tracy lowered her head, inch by inch, until she had swallowed my whole cock into her throat.
"Oh, baby, Yes!" I couldn't help myself. I started pumping my hips up and down, fucking her in her mouth, forcing my dick down her throat.
She didn't pull back, she didn't resist. She stayed there and let me fuck her. I watched my cock slide in and out of her mouth, getting harder and longer with each thrust.
Tracy took one hand and rubbed my scrotum. My balls relaxed under her touch and she stirred them loosely in their sack.
I relaxed too. I stopped my thrusting. Tracy kept up the rhythm I had started. She moved her head up and down on my shaft, sending my rod deep into her throat.
"Oh, Tracy, you're the best. I love you," I gasped.
She sank down on my cock and stayed there, her hand rubbed and milked my balls. My sperm built up and exploded into her mouth like a geyser. Tracy pulled back, just a little, to keep from choking.
Gushes and globs of rich, sticky sperm poured into Tracy's mouth, splashing over her tongue and down her throat. She held on, trying to keep it all, not wanting to let any spill out.
One gob went up the back of her throat and dribbled out her nose like snot.
She looked so perfect, there, so young and pretty, trying to get all of my cock into her mouth, come dribbling out the sides. I continued coming. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me and into her.
I lay back and watched her sucking and licking my shaft. She milked the last drops of come from my dick, not wanting to lose any more than she already had.
Finally, exhausted and out of breath, she rolled off of me and curled up at my side once more.
"Was that good?" she asked.
"Is the pope Catholic? Tracy, you're wonderful. What did I ever do to deserve you?"
"Do you mean it, Matt?"
"Mean what?" I asked.
"Do you really like me?"
"Tracy, in the last few days you've made me happier than any other woman I've ever known. I think I love you."
"Oh, Matt, I know I love you." She kissed me and again the taste of my come mixed with her little girl flavor filled me with fire and contentment. When our passions finally cooled we both showered
. and dressed.
I went out to the comer to buy a newspaper. On my way back I saw Tracy's stepfather in the motel office, talking to the manager. I kept walking, trying to make myself invisible. It didn't work.
"Mr. Johnson, Mr. Johnson," the manager called out to me.
There was no escaping him. "Yes?"
He came puffing up to me, Tracy's stepfather right behind him.
"Mr. Johnson," he said, "do you remember Mr. Beglund? His family rented the unit across the court from you a couple of days ago."
"He looks familiar," I said. "Hello, Beglund." I nodded to him.
"Hello." Beglund held his hand out to me, I didn't take it and eventually he put it back in his pocket.
"Mr. Beglund's looking for his daughter," the manager went on. "Have you seen her?"
"What does she look like?"
"You know her," Beglund snarled at me. "I seen you talking to her."
"Oh," I said, "pretty girl, reddish hair?"
"You know her," Beglund repeated. "Where is she?"
I gritted my teeth and spoke slowly. "If she is the girl I'm thinking of, and if I do see her, where can I get in touch with you?"
"I'll be around," he muttered, "I'll find you." The motel manager just stood there. He'd seen worse and he didn't want to get involved in this one.
I walked away and let myself into my room.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
"Be quiet, Tracy," I whispered, "don't make a sound."
Her eyes went wide, she was instantly scared. I went to the television and turned it on loud. I came back and whispered in her ear.
"Jack is here, looking for you."
Her whole body tensed, she started to tremble.
"Just wait here." I walked around the room, making sure all the windows were locked and all the blinds drawn. I came back to her.
"Don't worry," I whispered, "we're getting you out of here, today."
She nodded, there was still fear in her eyes. I immediately hated the man who could make this sweet young girl tremble with fear. I could tell he wanted her back, and I knew I would never let him get her.
I led Tracy into the bathroom. The window over the sink opened onto an alleyway. It was just big enough for her to slip through.
"Tracy, you wait here," I said. "I'm going to drive down the alley. When I stop, you climb out and get into the car, OK?"
She nodded, her lips tight. Her whole body was tense, almost paralyzed with fear.
I kissed her lightly on the cheek and patted her shoulder, trying to reassure her. Then I ambled through the door and climbed into my car, trying to look as nonchalant as possible.
I started my car and headed out of the motel parking lot. I looked in the rear-view mirror and saw Beglund getting into his car and following me. Obviously my plan wasn't going to work. I headed down Sunset Blvd. and got onto the Hollywood Freeway heading south. Beglund was right behind me. I drove straight down the road, not fast, not trying to shake him off my tail.
We were in the far left lane as we approached the downtown interchange. With less than a quarter of a mile before the cloverleaf, I hit the gas and wove across five lanes of traffic to the southbound Harbor Freeway exit. Beglund tried to stay behind me but couldn't cross enough lanes. I saw him swinging onto the Pasadena Freeway going north, cursing and shaking his fist at me.
I immediately got off the freeway, crossed over and then got back on, heading back to Hollywood. I drove fast. I knew Beglund would be right behind me and I had to hurry.
Back at the motel I didn't pull into the parking lot, instead I went directly into the alley behind my unit. The bathroom window was open. I stopped and opened the car door. Tracy didn't crawl out. I got out of the car and stuck my head in the window.
"Tracy!" I whispered hoarsely. "Are you in there?"
No response. I could see through the open bathroom door into the bedroom. The unit was empty.
I got back into the car and drove down the alley. I didn't know what to do next. She wasn't in the room, I didn't know where she could be. At the end of the alley I saw some bushes rustling. I peered into the shrubbery. It was Tracy!
She opened the passenger door and jumped in the car. She slid down under the dashboard, huddling herself on the floor.
I pulled out onto Sunset Blvd. and turned west. Behind me I saw Beglund turn into the motel parking lot. He hadn't seen us.
"You can get up now, Tracy. But what happened? Why weren't you in the motel?"
She climbed up onto the seat beside me. She looked nervously around before answering me.
"After you left, I went into the bathroom to wait for you to come up the alley. But you didn't come!"
"I know? honey. Jack was right behind me, I couldn't let him see you, so I had to drive away to lose him."
"Well, I got worried when you didn't come. I was going to go back into the bedroom to see what was happening, but the motel manager came in."
"He came in my room? That bastard!" I said, "did he see you?"
"No, I jumped through the window and hid in the bushes. Then he saw the open window and came out and poked around, that's why I had to sneak down the alley. Oh, Matt, I've been so scared."
"Well, you're safe now, but we can't go back there."
"Where can we go?" She was near tears. I wanted to kill the bastard who scared her like this. What exactly had he done to her, all those years they had lived together? My knuckles were white on the steering wheel.
We drove into West Hollywood. It was Friday afternoon and the streets were packed. Pedestrians filled the sidewalks and walked faster than the automobiles in the street. Tracy was scared, I was frustrated and angry, we made a great pair.
I dropped Tracy off at Duke's Diner, a hip little low-cost eatery on Santa Monica Blvd. Most of the patrons there were gay men so I figured she'd be relatively safe. I gave her twenty bucks and said I'd be back as fast as I could.
I drove quickly to M. Claire's office. It was the end of my second week in his employ and there was a check waiting for me. Michelle was waiting for me, too.
"Hi Michelle." The breeze from the big glass door blew through her russet curls.
"Hello, Matthew, you're walking very much better."
"Oh, yes, Mrs. Bryant's chiropractor is wonderful," I said.
"So I've heard." She winked at me, then went on, "No doubt, you're here for your check."
I indicated I was.
"M. Claire was very impressed with the size and number of gratuities given you by your female clients."
I opened the envelope she handed me and my eyes went wide. "I'm impressed, too. I had no idea I was so ... appreciated." The check, which covered only the first week I worked, was for over two thousand dollars.
"We were all impressed," she smiled and tilted her head to one side, "but I wasn't surprised."
"Thank you for your confidence in me," I said.
"Come with me," she stood up and took my hand, "M. Claire suggested a special bonus for you."
As I expected, we went into Michelle's private lavatory. Once inside she turned to me. "Why don't you visit me anymore?" she asked.
"I didn't want to take liberties," I stammered.
"You visited Gretchen." She was pouting.
"I'm sorry, Michelle, I had no idea you felt that way."
"I do feel for you. I meet a lot of men, Matthew, I don't give myself to all of them."
She had me sit in her easy chair while she disrobed in front of me. Slowly and sensuously, she removed her dress. It was skin tight, electric green and covered her body without concealing a curve. Today, she wore pantyhose instead of her accustomed garter belt, so when she finished undressing she was nude.
Her breasts hung bulbous and free from her chest.
I could see her nipples, already puckered. I wondered if she were ever not in a state of sexual excitement, probably not.
She knelt in front of me and pulled off my shoes and socks. Then she stood me up and undressed me the rest of the way. She ended kneeling in front of me with my cock in her face, as I knew she would.
I felt pressured. I had to hurry and find a place to live where I could hide Tracy, I wanted to hurry back to Tracy so we could make love, and I wanted to stay here and fuck Michelle's brains out all afternoon. As much as I wanted to fuck her, I knew I had to hurry, more.
"How would you like your bonus, Matt?" She barely touched me. Her lips sent sparks into my sex.
"I'd like it with my cock deep inside of you and with you sweating and coming all over yourself."
"I wouldn't have it any other way," she said, and started sucking me where she was, kneeling at my feet.
I let her wet my shaft and get it nice and hard, but I pulled it out of her mouth before she could make me come. I yanked her up by her hair and turned her around, so her back was to me.
My wet cock brushed her buttocks. "You know how I like it," I breathed in her ear.
Her soft red lips brushed my cheek as she bent over. She put her feet close together and held onto her ankles.
"That's it, Baby, give Daddy your ass."
With her bent over double in front of me, that's all I could see of her. Two firm round globes of buttock with a wrinkled red bung hole between. I put my cock on her rectum and took hold of her hips with both hands.
"Mmm, yes, ream me, Daddy, fuck me strong," she rotated her ass, inviting me in.
I pulled her ass back toward me, onto my cock. She tensed a little, but let me in anyway. Her ass was stretched to its limit, good and tight around me.
I spread my legs and bent my knees. I pushed my cock as deep into her rectum as I could. My balls pressed against her pussy. It was hot and wet against my scrotum, it felt good.
My come started boiling in my veins, my hips bucked forward and back, I held her hips steady and fucked her with all my might.
In my hands she was, as she had called her dildo the other day, a fuck toy. She had turned herself into a living fuck toy, sucking my come from me into every orifice of her body.
"Yes, Baby, do you like Daddy your ass?" I jammed my dick as deep into her bowels as I could. She was hot and smooth, her sphincter tight around my rod.
I held myself in her and rubbed my balls up and down on her pussy.
"Mmm, yes, Daddy, give it to me, give me your come." She started moving and twisting her ass in front of me.
I didn't want to hold back and I don't know if I could have, anyway. I let go and shot my come into her ass. It lubricated her and let me slide my dick in and out of her more easily. I pushed her back and forth, jerking myself off with her ass, milking all my come into her.
"Oh, yes, Michelle, yes, Daddy's giving you all his come. Baby."
She didn't say anything, she just held still and let me ream her but with my cock. When I was done she straightened up and stretched her back.
"That was a little ... confining ... but nice, anyway." She sat in the easy chair and rubbed her bottom gingerly, as if it were tender.
"I wish I could stay here with you longer, Michelle," I said, starting to pull my clothes on, "but I have a family emergency that requires my attention."
"I understand, Matthew." She looked away from me.
I sat on the edge of the chair with her. "I mean it, Michelle. You're a beautiful, exciting woman. I never thought you would be interested in me, and, well, I do have this emergency I need, to take care of."
"I understand, Matthew," she said, half-heartedly, "go take care of your business."
I finished dressing and left, feeling guilty about Michelle's uninvited affections.
