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				Chapter 1

      "Hey, Sarge, mail call!" The private in charge of the company's
mail dumped a package on my rack, causing a cloud of dust to rise. I
waited for it to settle to the floor of the tent before picking it up.
By the size, I knew I had a new tape from home to watch later when I
could get some privacy with the VCR. and there'd be a letter too.
Finishing off the watch bill for sentry duty that I had been working
on, I sent my clerk off to get it posted. That was the last duty of
the day - not that being on my own time meant having anything to do in
the desert. I'm about ready to start things with the rag heads myself
just to get it over with and be on my way home. Sue always warned me
that staying in the reserves was a bad idea and the fucking Iraqis
sure drover her point home. I miss her and she misses me. The business
is struggling without me to make some of the decisions she doesn't
want to be responsible for , and I'm so goddamnned horny after six
weeks of this shit that I could explode. I know Sue though, and she's
sure to have sent material in the letter and tape that will at least
give me some diversion in fantasies. I managed to score with a nurse
from Rhode Island, and while that was nice, she has no where near what
I need; only  Sue has ever been able to provide me with that. Screw
chow, I'm reading my letter now.

"Dear Simon, Well, Honey, they keep telling everyone all this bullshit
about when you're coming home, but I don't believe any of it anymore.
I followed your advice on contracting someone to edit the tapes that
were left over when you shipped out. It works out to about seventy
minutes, and we've got a firm deal with the producer you were
negotiating with. The copy I'm sending with this is pretty rough, but
I decided to leave some room for the cutters. The guy I contracted was
very good with your equipment; he even cleaned up and calibrated
everything so all the gear is in good shape and will be ready for you
to ge to work on our next project.  You were right that it wouldn't be
too expensive - only a grand, since he was willing to take a lot out
in trade. (I'll tell you more about that in a minute.) So our finances
are doing really well and we should be able to afford a great vacation
as soon as you get back. After the editing was done, I had all the
gear moved back into the basement, so we're saving the rent on the
studio. That's a small help but mainly I was worried about the
security.  I've got some contacts though and we won't have any trouble
setting up shop again. Maybe we should got a bigger place. You know
how hard it's been to keep secretaries with all the racket and weird
people coming and going. I've kept Joni on to handle letters and to
catalog all our material, and she's also doing the copyright searches
we need. I think the expense is well worth it to keep a trained and
agreeable employee. Besides, you remember how much trouble we had
finding fluff until she came along.  I miss you a whole lot though,
and love you like crazy, and you'd better get home soon or I'll just
jump on a plane and come over there and you can explain it to the
brigade.  Oh, yeah, let me tell you about the wheeling and dealing I
did with the editor. Remember the black guy in the hotel way back when
in Boston? Dave is a dead ringer for him, only nicer. He was asking
for two thousand which seemed a little steep for me so I started
bargaining. You know how hard-nosed I can be. I told him what the copy
was, and he took the position that doing that kind of work was risky.
I argued back that we didn't have anything on tape that was known to
be illegal, just a bit outside community standards.  Finally he got to
the point that I knew he'd come to; wanting to get into my pants. So I
let him and that got the squeeze cut in half! He was here for a week,
and what I did with him amounted to an all nighter in the aggregate,
so I got the deal somewhat above scale. But I needed it too, Honey.
That was the first cock I've had since you left and nothing else was
cutting the mustard, ya know? I hope you're not jealous. But since I'm
pretty sure you're not, I'm going to tell you all about it.  Once we
agreed Dave didn't waste any time, I was all for it too, and he pulled
out a massive cock. He was already leaking pre-cum and was hard as a
rock. Even so I had to peel his foreskin back to get at his cockhead.
It was great, he could cum and stay hard and cum again over and over -
a lot like you do! I was horny enough that I came during the first
fuck, even though it only lasted a few minutes. He must have cum what
felt like a quart, and that's what set me off. He let me rest a few
minutes, pussy-wise anyhow since he stuck the thing in my mouth still
shooting the last of his jizz.  But he didn't go soft at all, stayed
just as hard as when he first showed me that dick. I was having a
blast sucking his cock and licking his balls while he started eating
my pussy. He had a really fast tongue and got it going around my clit
until I was about half crazy. The he ran it up my asshole and made me
cum so hard that we both lost balance and slipped off the couch onto
the floor. (You`d have been proud of me; didn't let his cock slip out
of my mouth even though we landed kind of hard.) He wanted to keep on
69ing but his dick was too big for me to take that underneath him so
we rolled over and I sucked him dry. It was fun Honey! We got to get
him back down here when you get back so we can take pictures and let
you have a whack at him.  The rest of the week was just fine. He'd
work for a few hours, screw me, work some more, screw me, screw me,
work a few hours. He was really into the tapes and got off on editing
the stuff with me in it. What turned him on the most was finding out
the other guy in some of those scenes was you; you're so popular,
Honey! I think Joni nailed him a few times while I was running
errands. I should of adjusted the bill for that, but knowing how
scrupulous she is, she probably did it on her lunch break.  The tape
includes all the scenes with Johnny, (your copy doesn't have any
facials so you can show it around the bivouac) all the dildo stuff
with me and Lucy, and the rape scene with the bikers last summer.  I
just got a call from California, Majestic is buying - they're offering
fifteen for unlimited use with royalties. (Looks good since that's
about what you estimated.) Since all the stuff you did on the computer
got us back our investments (we're still getting two or three thousand
a month in regular orders) and all the other expenses are paid for the
year, I'm going to agree to the price. That means I won't need
spending money, so any tricks I pull will just be for fun.  I am a
little jealous of that nurse you told me about. Your downfall is going
to be women with big tits (I know the feeling). If they're not
compatible with me, I just may divorce you!  You stay safe, no hero
bullshit, I want you to come back here fully functional and ready to
take over. You got me buster? I love you

						      Sue"

      Sue's mention of Johnny brought back some pleasant memories. The
loop she was talking about is something we've never sold as a video
before, only as stills that were digitized for computers. Sue's the
one who found him.  Johnny was working at the print shop next door to
our studio; we sub-let some space for their filing cabinets and Johnny
came over to store some printing plates. Our business was going slowly
that day, I was out of town laundering our money and Sue was hanging
around to cover the phone when he came in.  It was a hot afternoon and
Sue was wearing a dress with nothing on underneath. When she saw him
she decided to see how much she could tease him.  The dress was low
cut and when she leaned over she could show quite a bit of tit. He was
filing but kept looking over where Sue was leaning over one of the
computers. The cabinet stood right next to the safe where we keep our
master disks so she went over to put some away and while she was
stooped down she could see his peter straining against the material of
his pants. She couldn't contain herself. Later she said, "Honey, when
I saw the size of that bulge and how hard he was getting, I just
couldn't control myself any longer." She stopped teasing, dropped the
disks, and grabbed his cock. In moments they were both naked and when
she saw how large he was she made him go slowly so she wouldn't get
hurt. She's tall so he got behind her and moved his cock between her
legs letting the top slide against her pussy lips. She told me that
when she looked down his penis was sticking out so far that it looked
like she had a cock of her own. She went crazy and they were down on
the floor fucking when his boss came over looking for him. Sue had an
orgasm just as the door opened and the boss just stood there
dumbfounded, then shook his head and walked away.  We incorporated
Johnny into our efforts with video. The loop that we shot (the frames
were captured to a computer and sold over our BBS) was of Johnny
fucking Sue doggy style. The camera is above and shows his eleven inch
by three inch cock working its way into her pussy. Sue was on the
third day of her period and I had just fucked her to loosen her up;
the mixture of blood and cum makes it look pretty gory. Sue managed to
take him all the way in (no mean feat for any woman). The fucking
starts out slowly and speeds up to a blur until Johnny was ready to
cum. He pulled out to jack off onto Sue's back where her handcuffed
hand was there to help by rubbing jism into her ass cheeks and then
shoving his cock back into her pussy.  After we were done shooting Sue
and I both went down on Johnny's cock.  There was more than enough for
both of us. Licking the blood mixed with his cum and mine turned both
of us on and Sue and I took turns jacking Johnny off until we could
make him cum again. She looked so damn good with both hands wrapped
around that big, veined monster. Her tits bounced from the force of
her pulling and the eager anticipation in her face as he was about to
cum was only outdone by the look of bliss she had as his jism shot
into her mouth to run down her chin and drip onto her tits. Sue
couldn't take any more abuse to her pussy but I was able to make her
cum with a butt fuck which turned Johnny on again. Sue stood up with
Johnny behind her and me on my knees in front and it looked like she
had about a five inch cock growing out of her bush. She played with it
the way men do when they jack off and she put it in my mouth and
rubbed it on my face just as I do to her when she blows me. Johnny's
cock is way too big for steady fucking so sucking him and jacking him
off are the way we usually handle him. His pecker is so big that I
even have trouble getting him in my mouth; Sue can never get more that
the head in.       Like I said, letters from home are good. But she
went all that time without any cock. Poor girl. The other stuff not
cutting the mustard meant she had been sticking with women for fun.
(That meant the one of the reasons for keeping Joni around was for her
pussy eating talents as well. I can't blame her for that - Joni is
very experienced at cunnilingus and will eat pussy at the drop of a
hat. Some real fun has been to have Joni go down on Sue while I fuck
her; Joni works over my balls at the same time, it's great.) She
probably turned some tricks in the interval, but neither of us counts
that as sex so much as work. In fact, Sue would count Dave as work
under normal circumstances (but her horniness made of her think of the
bargaining in that light since I'm sure she was waving her tits and
ass around just to get cock as much as a good deal). Jealous? Hell,
yes!! I'm missing action with the hottest lay I know and don't even
get to watch!  I could really go for fucking her right now while
watching her suck a big, black cock. I never have been able to get a
good view of anyone sucking my cock so I like it when I can watch her
take a pecker into her mouth and use her tongue and lips to make a guy
beg for mercy. My favorite position is with her on her back, me inside
her but up on my knees while another guy kneels next to her so that
she can turn her head and suck him in. It's pretty cool the way she'll
play with a man's balls and ass while she polishes his knob. She likes
to have long ones to suck so she can get both hands on his shaft and
jack him off down her throat. Using leverage from her mouth and hands
she'll bounce so that her pussy slides up and down on my dick and her
tits jiggle like crazy.  Watching Sue get airtight is fun too. Shortly
after she moved in with me I had some friends over and she managed to
get a cock in her pussy, one in her ass, one in her mouth, and one in
each hand. I was the one in her mouth and the guy whose face I was
straddling was bi so while Sue was sucking my cock he was sucking my
balls and licking my asshole. Sue has always wanted to do that on a
regular basis since she could then turn five tricks at once.  She's
greedy so when it comes to selling snatch she's all for expediency.
We managed to duplicate that a few months ago so that it could be
taped and Sue will be famous nationwide once the video is released.
The only difference was that instead of doing it on a waterbed she was
on top of a chopped Harley. We shot it at a biker bar in Providence
and drew quite a crowd since only two of the men were professionals.
Along with the group fuck Sue sucked twelve cocks, fucked twenty three
times with her pussy, six times with her ass, and gave handjobs to
another five. We also staged her and a barmaid 69ing on a pool table
with cocks sliding in and out of their pussies.  The group was done
outside and we had to shoot it and then split before the cops could
show up. Sue made all five of them cum though and it's about the most
active fifteen minutes that anyone will be likely to see in the
movies.  This will also be the first time we didn't just shoot stunt
cocks and pussies. Sue's face will show in whatever Majestic puts out
and I think she's about to become a star. We'll parcel out loops for
the industry and then advance Sue through the exotic dancing routine.
We're going to do that with a twist though. Instead of just having the
guys buy pictures of Sue sitting on their laps, we'll arrange for them
to get a Polaroid of her giving them head or with their cocks up her
snatch. The lap sitting shots go for a twenty while we figure we can
get fifty for ours and up to a hundred if she goes ahead and fucks
them also.  I'm making some good contacts over here with all the
females. The one I'm hosing regularly, Libby, is a really hot little
bitch and after we had fucked a few times I started bringing up the
subject of her making movies or turning tricks. She's fascinated by
the idea and is eager for all of us to go home. I told her about the
things that Sue does and it really turns her on.  She wants to meet
Sue and hopes that she can lose her lesbian virginity to her. That's
no problem since Sue has a real weakness for big tits and fragrant
pussies. Libby is raring to go. She's balled a few of the guys in my
unit an she admits to having a thing for black cocks. Something else
she has in common with Sue. Both of them share the opinion that I am
what women fantasize about when they have dreams of black men. Only
I'm white; so they close their eyes and they've got everything they
want right in bed, or on the table, or the couch, back yard, front
seat, or whatever. Libby calls it rape without tears.


				Chapter 2 Simon Beach had enough of
rules, regulations, orders, and all the chicken shit that went with
having spent six years in the Rangers. It was all a pain in the ass
and even though he stayed in the reserves, where he figured that he'd
be more or less safe for a couple of hundred a month, he had no
intention of letting the rest of his life get caught up in blue or
even white collar bull. So when he got home to New London at the age
of 25, he stolidly collected unemployment and looked around for
something challenging to do.  The usual local jobs at General Dynamics
or the chemical plant were out, and doing some kind of stuff at the
Navy base was beyond question. So it was no surprise to him that,
toward the end of the six months he could collect, he wound up in
trouble. Typically, he was hammered out of his skull, trying to pick
up some woman who seemed willing. Her boyfriend had other ideas
though, so he cracked the boyfriend's head and got carried away to be
a guest of the local government for a night. Waking up in New London
County jail wasn't the most pleasant of experiences. Doing so with a
hangover to find a crowd of blacks making ungodly racket just made it
worse. The fact that they seemed to be beating someone up was of no
great significance to Simon; it was the noise. Training took over and
Simon made some enemies, got some respect, and rescued a little, white
kid as sort of a bonus to getting the creeps to settle down. Simon
groaned his way back to the bench he had claimed as his own and
settled down with his head in his hands. The kid joined him.  "I'm Sam
Goodwin, thank you for helping me, I thought they were really going to
fuck me up." He extended his hand.  "Simon," He looked the kid over,
nice clothes, musical voice, a little delicate. Probably not a kid,
just looked young. "You a fag?" "Would that bother you?" Sam reddened
slightly.  "Naw, I'm in here for public butt fucking myself, I'm very
tolerant." Simon struck a match with a thumbnail and lighted a
cigarette.  "Not entirely, I'm bi, but I do prefer men most of the
time, and that's good in my business since I don't wind up wasting the
efforts of my employees." Simon considered that for a few moments and
decided he didn't have the mental apparatus to figure it out. "Huh?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm in here for procurement." He accepted Simon's
offer of a light. "The big one over there that you threw in the toilet
is one of my competitors. He was thinking of working me over to get me
out of the business, pretty dumb, my girls are not at all in the same
league as the sluts he has giving blowjobs in alleys." "Hamm..."
"What's your story." Simon shrugged and gave him a thumbnail sketch.
He put heavy emphasis on the events of that evening as he still wasn't
used to the injustice of it.  Sam listened patiently, asking a few
pointed questions, and when Simon was done he offered him a job.
"Doin' what?" "Protecting me and my girls. You've obviously got the
talents and skills for it and things are getting rougher in this trade
with the expansion of the town and industry. I don't need that much
protection for myself - being in here tonight is more for harassment's
sake than anything else, and those guys over there aren't likely to
bother me at home. But the girls can get into messy situations that
I'd like to have covered. You wouldn't be the only 'bodyguard' I've
got. It's a typical business expense." Simon was starting to feel
human again and what was being offered sounded good, but he was
suspicious. "What do I have to do with you? I mean personally?" Might
as well get it out in the open if it was going to be that way.  Sam
looked thoughtful for a few seconds, knitted his brows, and then his
face lighted up with a big smile. He laughed, "Simon, you're a big,
sexy hunk, but I wasn't including anything sexual for me in the
bargain. Not that I'd refuse, but that isn't necessarily good
business. You won't even get any of my girls for free. I would deduct
a fair price from your retainer, less than the going rate of course,
but you're under no obligation to engage in sex on the job or as a
condition of employment. Unless you consider watching to be the same
as engaging." Simon shook his head. "Just what are we talking about in
terms of money here?" "One hundred a night, a bonus whenever you do
have to use muscle, all medical and expenses of the job. All under the
table, naturally," Sam ticked off each item on a finger then returned
to his thumb, "and discounts on the product when off the job, as I
said before." "Let me think it over when I've sobered up some. You got
a phone number or something?" "Tell you what - your bail shouldn't be
very much - when my lawyer gets here we'll get you out and we'll talk
some more over breakfast." Sam was sizing Simon up. After all, some
romance with this guy would be fun if it ever came about and the way
to a man's heart (and things considerably lower on the anatomy) was
through his stomach. Just getting Simon comfortable with his company
would be a good start. In the meantime, having protection for the
girls enhanced would be quite enough.  Simon thought over the state of
his finances and decided that the risk of being pawed was worth the
chow and bail money. He wasn't too concerned about his virtue - switch
hitting had been almost obligatory in the seventies and even though
men never turned him on he'd managed to learn how to give a creditable
blow job. He figured that since it hadn't messed up his head or turned
him off of girls that it couldn't be dangerous. Besides, there wasn't
much chance of doing something like that over breakfast.  "OK. It's
obvious I need the help." "Good enough. My lawyer ought to be around
any time now. Once I see her, I'll have her post your bail and we'll
wait for you out front." It was only minutes later that the warder
came for Sam. As he left, a lot of grumbling from the other side of
the cooler had to be silenced by Simon's waggled finger.  Twenty
minutes later, Simon was being shown the door himself, armed with his
personal possessions and a form telling him how much trouble he was in
and when to show up to face the charges.  Reaching the parking lot, he
spotted a late model Volvo and saw Sam wave to him from the passenger
seat behind Sam.  Looking up, he saw the most startlingly gorgeous
woman he had seen in at least ten hours.  She had that well-groomed
look of a well-bred woman, though she was dressed in jeans and a
sweatshirt.  From his angle, Simon could see that she did things for
the sweatshirt that hadn't been the intent of the designer, but would
cause them to sell like wildfire if she were in their ads.  Being
barely human, Simon was fuzzy on the introduction, but he caught on
that the curves, medium blonde hair, and deep blue eyes belonged to
Betty.  She let the clutch out and they were on their way.  Between
the police station and sopping up the last of his egg yolk with toast,
Simon learned that Betty had worked her way through law school as one
of Sam's girls and, once she had put out her shingle, had become his
permanently retained attorney.  Along with that, she had managed some
good practice suing insurance companies and was doing very well.
During the meal, Sam had made a phone call and, when they walked out
of the pancake house, he directed Simon to get a ride from Betty as he
climbed into a waiting Lincoln.  Betty drove Simon to his parents'
house in Mystic, making small talk along the way.  Before he got out
of the car, she handed him a card.  "Sam told me about his offer.
Answer through me - either call or drop in if you're near the office
once you've made your decision."  She patted his knee in a not
motherly but not overly suggestive fashion.  "He's good people to work
for."  Simon crawled out and stood in the street, gazing after her
until she turned the corner.  He was very thoughtful.  He remained
thoughtful through the hassles of dealing with Mon, recovering his
car, and an abortive attempt at a date with an old girlfriend.  He
even remained thoughtful in his sleep.  The next morning, he picked up
the phone and dialed Betty's number.  She was in court, so he left a
message that his answer was yes, and that he'd be near the phone all
day for a return call.  He spent the rest of the morning figuring out
his meager finances and decided that he'd be able to manage an
apartment now that he had an income.  A few phone calls had him set up
to look at a few places ranging from Groton to Old Saybrook the next
day.  Just before noon, Betty called, and by eight that night, Simon
was working.  Sam ran most of the business from a motel in East Lyme,
right on the interstate.  One of the billboards for the place included
the phrase "Easy on, easy off" - and that had become the nickname of
Sam's business.  All of the girls worked out of the hotel and its bar,
only the really good ones went out as call girls.  Simon was needed
mainly to roam the halls, keep track of which girl was in which room,
and keep an ear open for trouble.  He learned immediately that there
was more going on than mere fucking.  virtually all the johns wanted
something extra that they couldn't get at home, and that usually
consisted of having another girl or another man.  Mainly, they wanted
an audience.  So that first night, Simon saw several of the girls in
ones or twos service their customers.  All in all, it was fairly
relaxing and fun, and Sam gave him a girl that night as a starting
work bonus.  It was just as well, since Simon was as horny as he'd
ever been.  Lisa was a specialist.  She got most of the clients who
were into anal sex - that paid a premium that she was willing to earn,
although Sam rationed her so that she wouldn't develop medical
problems from the usage.  Sam introduced them as business was winding
down at three in the morning, and left them in the bar to their own
devices.  "I liked the way you handled yourself when I was with that
truck driver.  You were very encouraging to him, and that got him out
of there faster." "Thanks.  The only thing I wanted to make sure of
was that you could handle the slapping around and didn't need to be
rescued.  He got the idea to cool it just by me coming in and since
that was obvious, I didn't see any reason why he shouldn't get what
he'd paid for." "C'mon, let's go find a room." Shortly after they were
naked and in bed and Simon was vigorously licking Lisa's pussy and
clit.  "Yum, you're pretty good at that, most men aren't...girls are
usually better." Simon brought her to orgasm quickly and then crawled
up to enter her.  He pressed the head of his cock against her pussy
lips and used his hand to vibrate it. Then he made circles around her
clit before forcing himself into her.  "Jesus! Christ you're
big...o-o-o...." Simon wasted no time with gentleness, he began to
fuck her as hard and fast as he could. For Simon that could go on for
several hours, he had learned a lot during his tour in Vietnam and
adding to that a natural endurance made it nearly impossible for him
to cum without willing himself to. He shifted her body so that the top
of his cock would glide in a straight path toward her g-spot, but then
stop short without actually touching it.  That caused Lisa to
involuntarily grip making her uterus ride up so that the head of
Simon's cock slipped under it. That applied the pressure directly to
the ultra sensitive front pussy wall giving her a dazzling experience.
Within a few minutes Lisa was half crazy with pleasure and began to
beg; that's when Simon stopped moving.  "Ah-h-h-h...you bastard, oh my
god, oh my god, shit...fuck me, oh my god..Simon, you asshole! Fuck
me!" "No." He looked straight into her eyes. "You don't even like
this. Why should I do all the work? Who ever heard of a whore cumming
anyhow? It's not like you don't have a cock in you all day or
something that you'd actually be horny." "You son of a bitch! Just
fuck me, don't stop!" Lisa dug her fingernails into Simon's ass and
tried to pull him into her but she wasn't strong enough.  "If you want
me to fuck you so bad why don't you just cum right now?  That might
convince me that you really want this. Just think about having my cock
all the way back inside of you, pounding away, stretching your
pussy...that ought to be enough to make you cum. Huh?" "Shit, I
am...oh my god, how did you do that? My god I'm cumming...." Lisa lost
all control and her orgasm washed like waves through her body.  Simon
could feel the rippling of her muscles and as her spasms churned up
through her cunt he thrust into her as deeply as he could. Lisa
fainted.  She was only out for a few minutes. Simon had just lighted a
cigarette when she rolled against him shivering. She looked up at the
clock and then at Simon's still hard pecker.  "Don't you get enough,
we've been at this for over an hour, aren't you ready to cum?" Simon
laughed lightly, stubbed out his smoke, and rolled her onto her belly
and pulled her up to her knees pulling her ass onto his cock slowly
and smoothly while reaching around to squeeze her tits.  "I never get
enough fucking. Do you want me to cum in your ass or save it and cum
in your mouth?" "Baby, cum in my ass and then let me suck your cock
empty and lick it clean, o-o-o, careful, I don't think I can take all
of you." "I thought this was your specialty." "Yeah, but most guys who
do it have smaller cocks, I need to stretch for you." "What would you
need to do for me to butt fuck you right off the bat and sink all the
way in?" "I'd probably need to have at least a couple of other guys
first, get me wet and ready, Christ, you're thick. I think you can go
a little faster and deeper if you want now. Yeah, stay right there a
second, I like the way it feels to have your balls against my pussy."
Lisa began to move back and forth on Simon's cock and as she did he
met her thrusts with ones of his own until he was fucking her ass as
hard and fast as he had her pussy. He started to spank her in time
with his strokes and that made her rock back and forth violently and
her ass cheeks turned pink to red. Then he leaned over and pulled one
of her tits around to bite the nipple almost to the point of drawing
blood; at the same time he took her hair in his hand and pulled her
straight up and then down again. Letting go of her tit he pushed her
up and down, spanking her as she was on all fours and mauling her tits
when she was upright. Watching in the mirror he took in the lovely
sight of her tits bouncing as he slapped them and as he felt her start
to cum he allowed himself to. The sensation of his cum jetting into
her asshole was all it took to send her over the edge; pushing her
down on all fours again, pulled his cock out of her ass and rammed it
into her pussy as the second jet was spurting out of his cockhead.
Fucking her deeply he finished his ejaculation and then pushed her off
his dick while remaining on his knees. Lisa turned around and took his
dripping cock into her mouth living up to her promise.  Lisa finally
pulled away exhausted. Nobody had ever fucked her so long and hard and
made her cum so many times. While trying to catch her breath she
counted up at least a dozen orgasms including one while she was
sucking his cock. After being a whore for almost five years she
thought she had felt everything a man could do. She glanced over;
Simon's cock was still hard and what he was doing to her nipples was
making her want more. This time they made love slowly and very gently.
Lisa drifted into a state that was almost dreamlike between sleep and
sexual excitement at last falling asleep as she felt Simon cum deep
inside her, the last thought in her mind was that she couldn't wait to
tell the other girls about this.

				Chapter 3

      The next few months went by quickly for Simon. The work was just
as predicted by Sam. Generally boring; having to listen in on other
people fuck, as happened about half the time, got dull. There were a
few times when his retainer paid for itself, mainly the idea was to go
in and protect the girl from harm and not beat up the customer.
Sometimes they just freaked out but there was no intention of losing
the business. On several occasions Simon had gone in, settled things
down, and then departed to leave the girl to finish her business. It
was a basic break-even that had to be considered. Johns couldn't get
away with damaging the girls because losing a girl to the trade meant
losing some of her regular customers. Paying medical expenses could
quickly eat up the profits on a girl too. But losing a customer to
rough treatment could be just as bad so Simon acted as a firm but
gentle influence to straighten them out. Most of the time that worked
with just his presence being made known. The only troubles really came
when several egged each other on. Simon could easily out fight a half
dozen half-smashed business men so he never got hurt and the girls
rarely did.  The girls liked him around, they felt safer and after
work he was somebody to talk to along with a man who knew how to make
them feel good about themselves after a night of selling their bodies.
Simon was so good with the girls that Sam stopped charging his pay for
getting laid. It was well worth it in the attitude improvements;
somehow Simon made the girls all feel good about being whores. In the
meantime, Simon was also doing odd jobs for others; one was a break in
to obtain evidence for Betty, and here and there Simon did a
convincing and effective roughing up of people delinquent in debts. He
avoided any specific 'mob' work preferring to remain totally
independent and Sam supported him in that. Simon became well known in
the areas around Old Lyme and Saybrook as someone who could help when
all other avenues had failed. Sam didn't want to lose Simon's energies
to other activities though but the only way to keep Simon fully
occupied would be to give him more to do. After talking at length with
all of his girls, one at a time and in groups, he came to the
conclusion that he needed Simon to get interested in turning tricks
himself. It would be a delicate situation and better to let Simon get
into it by offering the work with very demanding aspects.  "I've got a
slightly freaky customer who wants something special that I've never
really catered to before." Simon eyed him over his glass with his best
'oh yeah?' sneer.  Sam shook his head. "Don't jump to conclusions,
it's nothing queer, just out of the ordinary, and I'm only bringing it
up to yu because of special circumstances." Simon leaned back, arched
an eyebrow and said, "OK, shoot." "I have a john who wants to be
beaten up...beaten up under special conditions. And it's more than
just a freak out thing otherwise I'd have somebody just take a tire
tool to him. What he wants is to have the illusion of getting caught
fucking somebody else's wife, have the husband show up, slap them both
around, rape the girl, and shove him out the door." Simon mulled it
over for a few minutes while Sam puffed a cigarette nervously.  "You
want me to beat this guy up and fuck the girl in front of him...all
while keeping a straight face...give him the boot and go my merry
way?" "You've got it. Except you can't be too rough, nothing that he'd
have to explain to a doctor or his wife." "He's paying for this?" "Top
rate. Your cut is five hundred." "Shit." "There's one catch...he's a
U. S. Attourney and I want pictures and tapes of the whole scene. One
day he may be a D.A. or a judge and I may need his influence, ya know
what I mean?" "Sam you're an evil and underhanded son of a bitch."
"Thank you. The girl isn't going to know what's going on. This guy
insists that she be surprised. She'll get a hefty bonus." "This is
pretty off the wall. I don't make a habit out of fucking in front of
other people or rape and you want me to do it while on camera too."
"You can pull it off. The girls have told me a lot about you. You'll
be convincing and the girl will no doubt suit you; she's quite
pretty." "Why me, why now?" "To be frank, I don't want to lose you to
other crime...I need you to keep the security going for my girls, and
your interests are getting more and more into other areas. So I'm
offering you a chance to make what you do for me more exciting."
"Yeah?" "The potential you have for income by getting more involved in
the trade is enormous. The is more to it than just people fucking;
sometimes there's fucking for very specific business reasons and I
supply the flesh for that. But to cover those kinds of jobs I need
more than just a tough guy; I need someone who's saavy in getting
evidence too. I'm really talking blackmail here. In order to survive,
for anyone to survive on this side of the law, information is
necessary. Not always to be used, but to be held in reserve in case
it's needed. You figure in because you've got the skills and
motiviation." "What skills?" "Don't be niave, Simon. You were in a
recon unit in the Army. I managed to get a copy of yur service
record," Sam nodded in response to Simon's raised eyebrows, "phone
tapping, lock picking, photography, and several dozen other
specialties are at you finger tips. By the way, the curiousity of the
police had to be stiffled; I paid for that - otherwise you might have
found yourself under a lot of investigation. Law enforcement types
don't take kinly to having a loose cannon like you roaming the streets
unoccupied." "And you want me to put those talents to work for you. I
can understand that." "Not only do I want you to participate but to
handle all the chores of bugging rooms and phones, filming special
clients, and even artistic direction. Afterall, I wouldn't want shoddy
workmanship." "Have you done this before?" "To a lesser extent. Now is
the time for me to start building up a portfolio of frightened men and
women. Eventually I may need them.  Hopefully, I won't. I won't use
the information and evidence I have gratuitiously, there's no real
profit in black mail, at least not compared to prostitution on my
scale. But rather than go to jail, or see you or someone like Betty in
trouble, I can make a simple swap of photos and tapes for freedom.  "I
see the point. OK. I'll set up the room. I can't guarantee my sexual
interest, but I can probably fake things if that's a problem. It seems
to me that intimidation is more what's called for here anyhow."
"Pretty much. But the girl in question won't have any problem arousing
you. And the kinkiness ought to make it fun too. You'll be playing it
by ear so just do what you want as long as you're convincing." "All
while Candid Camera is running." Simon had the room set up the next
day. Sam already had a good stock in equipment; Simon only had to do
some wiring and focusing of hidden cameras.  Sam would be activating
the shutters from a vantage point behind a two way mirror in an
adjoining room.  Simon waited in his car for Sam to give him the high
sign to go in.  When he got the wave he steeled himself and then went
in. Bursting through the door he was taken aback almost immediately.
The words, looks, and actions of the two player was one thing; the
setup was pretty amazing. Before him was arrayed a girl dressed,
partially, as a Southern belle with a huge black man between her naked
legs. The man's hands were manacled to a chain around his waist and
another chain led from there to the leg of a dresser.  "Fuck me harder
slave boy." Were the words coming out of her mouth as Simon came in.
Then from under turned up petticoats she said, "What the hell is that
noise nigger?" The black man looked at Simon, very guiltily, and
started backing off the bed. As he moved his penis came out of her and
he tried to cover himself with his hands being hampered by both the
manacles and the size of his cock.  "No massa, I din wanna, but missy
tol' me to do what she says..." Simon had always prided himself on
quick thinking, but this was taking it to the limit already. "What the
hell is going on around here?" Simon fetched the guy a ringing blow to
the side of the head, knocking him off the bed.  The girl was
struggling to get the best of her clothes and finally sat up to give
Simon the nastiest glare he'd ever seen. She gathered herself for what
he thought was going to be a scream and he coldly interupted her. "You
fucking bitch, I can't even go into town without you taking advantage
of my absence to use the niggers. You slut, you could damage this boy
and then I'd be out my prize stud." She looked from Simon to the john,
who was cowering against the dresser still trying to cover his dick,
and back again. The intelligence was going to work in her eyes.  "Well
maybe," she drawled, "if you spent more time taking care of me and
less time with your nigger sluts in the fields, then I wouldn't fell I
had to find my pleasure where I could." Simon pushed her back on the
bed and slapped her thighs apart. "I'll give you a fucking bitch!" He
opened his pants and pulled out his cock, surprised himself that he
was hard and ready, and entered her fully without any attempt at
gentleness. She was already wet and open so getting in wasn't
difficult. As he fucked her he called her names, made accusations, and
slapped her. She added in her own insults and started comparing him to
other men in the most rude manner. Simon could see the john playing
with himself and her gaze followed his.  "See how much bigger he is,
no wonder you leave me yearning." "So you want that nigger dick?"
"Constantly! Don't you want me to have it? I can show you how I take
care of a real man." "Fine! Boy, come here!" The john shambled over
looking abashed, a look belied by his huge erection. "Give it to her
boy! Right in the mouth. That's it, force it in!" The john put his
cock up to her mouth which opened eagerly and engulfed nearly half his
length. As she sucked he continued to stroke himself and within
minutes he came with an explosion that almost choked her. She couldn't
keep all his cum in her mouth and it spurted out between her lips and
his cock. And just like that it was over with.  The girl pushed Simon
away and went into the bathroom, the john rapidly dressed (Simon had
missed how he got out of the chains) and as he was reaching into his
pocket the girl came out again, dressed more conventionally in jeans.
The john pulled out two fifties and left them on the dresser with a
mumble of thanks and then let himself out.  She looked Simon up and
down. "I'm Sue. I guess you work for Sam so one of those is yours."
"Simon. Yeah, sorry about the surprise." "That's OK. Things like that
are part of the business, I'm sure Sam had his reasons for not telling
me." "I hope I didn't hurt you or anything." She looked him over with
an appraising eye, softer than her first look had been. "After having
that thing in me it'd be hard to be hurt by anything smaller than a
truck." She smiled and kissed him lightly. "Besides, you made me cum."
"Huh?" Simon was in another one of his brilliant moods.  "Ya know, big
o, bingo, o-r-g-a-s-m." Simon looked at her blankly.  "Well, not much
for conversation are you? How about buying me some coffee then? That's
the least you can do for a girl you've just fucked while making her
suck a cock. By the way, if you can eat pussy as well as you fuck then
you'll go far in this business. That's a hell of a nice pecker you've
got." Ten minutes later they were in a booth at the East Lyme Howard
Johnson's. Simon was beginning to get his cool back and while he did
so he examined her very closely. She had to be the most beautiful girl
he had ever seen. Tall, brunette, big brown eyes, long legs, lips that
could melt ice, a nice smooth tan that had no swimsuit lines, and a
slender build without being scrawny. Because of the petticoats he
didn't know how her tits looked, but the T shirt without bra gave him
a fair idea. He knew what her legs, ass, and pussy looked like and
remembered the firmness of her limbs. Her nipples hardened under his
gaze and he brought himself out the trance to look up into her amused
eyes.  They talked for several hours. Exchanged histories.  "So I'm
finishing up school to get Mom off my back, but I really enjoy what
I'm doing. I'm making a load of money for having the time of my life.
I can't understand why men would pay me for fucking when I'd be
willing to do it for free anytime. But as long as they do, I'm willing
to take the money and run." Sue said that as Simon let her into her
car. She leaned out and gave him a kiss then drove off.  Dreams that
night woke Simon up. He found himself very aroused and stroking his
cock. As his hand moved up and down the shaft he thought of Sue.  He
sniffed his fingers and could still catch a trace of her pussy juices.
That made his dick even harder and using some spit for lubrication he
started stroking with a will. He squeezed his balls with his other
hand and visualized Sue sucking that big cock while he was hammering
away at her pussy. He jacked off faster and harder and as he
envisioned the black's cum spurting out of her mouth he let go with a
load of cum that shot up into his face, chest, and arms. The balance
of his cum poured out and ran down over his hand, penis, and
testicles. He rubbed it into his skin and as he fell asleep he thought
of her kiss.

				Chapter 4

"Dearest Simon, Things are going real well over here. Everything
except having you home. I guess that they're going to make a real mess
out of it. You be careful, I know what your job is and it scares me
that somebody will screw up and shoot you. I'm waiting for you to come
home and make everything all right.  The check from Majestic came in;
I hadn't paid Dave yet since he agreed to get it when we did, so I
called him to let him know and he came down to pick up his due. That
was agreeable to me and there wouldn't be anything to tell you about
from that visit except things got kind of cute.  Dave showed up in the
morning and after screwing around we went out on the deck to cool off.
I was sitting in the chaise and he was in a chair next to me where I
could reach his cock to play with it. You've got to understand the
setup: the sliding door was open but the drapes weren't all the way
back so from the living room all that could be seen was my body from
about the waist down. I had my legs apart and was rubbing my pussy;
his cum was still running out of me. Got it so far?  Well, our
neighbor, Bob Whatshisname, the one who works for Dow, wanted to
borrow the lawnmower. Can you imagine anything so prosaic? Like the
jerk he is, he just came in the front door since it was open and
wandered through the house. Apparently he saw me through the door and
had no idea that I had company. He must have watched me play with
myself for several minutes and listened to me talk about fucking and
sucking without knowing I was just trying to get another hard on out
of Dave. It was too good for him to pass up. He stripped off his
clothes and came jumping through the door to surprise me with his
manliness. (Wasn't too bad an entrance, 8.3 overall.) At that moment I
had been leaned over, face up, licking Dave's cock from underneath.  I
sat bolt upright, bashing myself in the nose with his dick, and there
Bob was in all his middle aged glory, rock hard and ready to go.
Honey, I started laughing. I just couldn't stop. Dave was getting
huffy with Bob, Bob was getting defensive, and I was hysterical. Then
I noticed that both of them still had hard ons and that made me even
more hysterical.  Once I got myself calmed down to giggles, I pointed
out to them that there was plenty for both of them. That got me an
impromptu threesome.  Bob's got a little cock. Really too bad because
he's so enthusiastic.  But I didn't mind that since Dave's is big
enough and with him in my cunt and Bob in my ass I had a delicious
time. It's been awhile since I've had a nice butt fuck - the night
before you left as a matter of fact.  Don't worry about Bob being a
nuisance. I told him a little about our lifestyle and that he could
bang me now and then, but that he wasn't really my type. He's cool
about it and isn't puppy loving me or anything and only came over for
a blow job one other time.  I enjoyed the hell out of the snapshots
you sent of you and Libby.  She's gorgeous. I'm gald she's taking care
of you, it's bad for your health to go very long without pussy. Will
she come visit? I hope so. But just who in the hell took the pictures?
If you're doing something twisted with that girl I want to know all
about it. Send some more, Honey, I've gone through two vibrators
looking at this set. Yum, I want your cock in me.

						I love you Sue"

      Another stellar letter from home. This one included some
snapshots of her own; looks like Dave and Bob had some fun with the
Polaroid. She's right, Dave does look like the guy from the Boston
hotel.  The second time I saw Sue was to take her to Boston to cover
some business up there. I was to be her protection while she worked
several clients who were executives at one of the shipyards.
Apparently, this was being provided by one of the unions in order to
sweeten up a contract. Sam didn't need any material collected on them,
just cover for Sue. She was coming up by herself since she was going
to visit relatives along the way, but we agreed that I'd ride back
with her so I took the train. Arriving in Boston, I made our
connection and got settled into the room. It was a large suite, two
bedrooms, she could work in one and I could keep an unobtrusive eye
and ear on things from the other.  It was pretty mundane and the work
was over in a few hours. These guys were all quick and to the point,
they just wanted some tight, young pussy to give them a good fuck. Sue
delivered. By early evening she was done, showered, dressed, and ready
for dinner.  Dinner went as dinners go and so did the downtown
exploring we did.  Back in the room we didn't waste any time and were
in bed in minutes. At first we just made out, but for Sue making out
includes sucking cock. She's got lips just made to go around a cock
and looks sexy as hell when she gives head. She licked my balls, all
up and down around my cock, and damn near made me cum; nobody had ever
gotten me so close with just a blow job. She sensed that much more
would have me going crazy and she leaned back on the pillows.  "Simon,
you don't really want to do that do you? I mean, I just fucked those
guys a few hours ago and maybe you shouldn't." "You're clean. You
must've spent an hour in the shower. I'm not worried." "You sure?" I
licked her clit with the tip of my tongue. "I bet you'd like to have a
full pussy while I do this." I sucked it between my lips and flicked
it against the back of my teeth.  "Oh, yeah, hmmm." She arched her
back and forced her pussy up.  "How would you like a cock inside you
while I suck your clit?" Her hands ran from her hips to her tits and
back again.  "Oh, jesus, that would be good." I teased her nipples
with my fingers.  "Would you want it long or thick?" I ran my tongue
up into her cunt canal and fucked her with it slowly.  "Thick, really
thick...god!" I sucked her pussy lips into my mouth and pinched her
nipples.  "Thicker than mine?" "Yeah, lots thicker." She lifted her
hips and her breathing started coming in gasps.  "Do you want me
inside you with the other cock?" "Your cock?" "No, my tongue." "O-o-o,
that would be cool." She pulled at my hair with one hand and rubbed
her tits with the other after pushing my hand out of the way.  "What
if I pulled the other cock out and rubbed it against your clit?  Or
against your pussy lips and asshole?" "Jesus..." "Would you want me to
suck it?" Taking my hair in both hands she pumped my head up and down,
grinding her cunt into my mouth.  "The other cock?" "Yeah." "Yeah..."
She rubbed her clit as I moved my tongue lower and into her asshole.
"And would you help me suck it?" As I returned to her clit with my
mouth she rubbed her pussy juice on her nipples and then licked her
fingers.  "Oh, yeah, but watch more while you did." "Would you shove
that cock between my lips?" "Yeah, o-o-o..." "Do you want to watch me
fuck another woman?" "H-m-m-m...yeah, black woman, big tits." "Do you
want to eat her pussy after I fuck her?" "Jesus, Honey, oh god!" She
began to change color, flushing red and deepening to purple. "Do you
want me to catch yo fucking some one else...come in the door just as
you're cumming around his big, thick dick?" The veins in her face and
neck stood out, pounding as her orgasm overtook her. "Oh god, don't
stop...don't talk...eat me..please make me cum..." That night and most
of the next day we spent fucking and it was great.  During the
afternoon Sue went out shopping and I loafed around town taking in the
sights. Little did I know that Sue had plans. She had been very
specific about us meeting back at the room at five.  I walked into the
suite and heard noises from the room she had used the day before. I
went in to find Sue on top of a big black man. She was facing his feet
and pumping up and down on a very thick and hard cock. As I walked in
she looked up at me and I could tell that she was on the verge of
cumming.  The guy started to lift up as he saw me but Sue pushed him
back and then lay down on him. She cupped her tits in her hands.  "Eat
me Simon. Please eat me. Make me cum. Please." I looked down and her
pussy was stretched around that dick, her clit was standing straight
out from under its hood. I knelt on the bed and took her clit into my
mouth. I could feel the spasms run through her body. I flicked it with
my tongue and sucked it gently between my lips.  "Do it like you said
last night...please?" I forced my tongue into her, she pulled up on
teh cock so that only his head was in her and my tongue got in past
him and licked the inside of her pussy. I took hold of his cock and
rotated it so that it forced her open even more, then I pulled him out
and rubbed the head against her clit, pussy lips, and down to her
asshole. She was watching me. I placed the cock against her pussy and
started sucking her clit again. The guy was loving this.  "Suck him
for me." I licked the head of his cock, then down the shaft; she moved
in order to watch me. Then I teased her with my tongue some more and
then suddenly wrapped my mouth around his glans. Sue started rubbing
her clit and she got off of him in order to move down to watch me. She
couldn't quite contain herself and took the cock into her own mouth
and then we swapped back and forth for several minutes. Sue tore at my
pants, got my cock out and rolled me over on my back to mount me. Once
she had me in her, she got the black to roll onto his side with his
cock between our faces. She rubbed that shaft all over my face while
jacking him off. He came in our faces which made her cum and that made
me cum. Sue collapsed onto me and licked the jism off his dick and my
face while she kept pumping my cock with her twat. She wrapped her
arms around my neck and whispered into my ear that she loved me.

				Chapter 5

"Dear Sue, Things are a lot more mellow here that what you're reading
in the papers. (We're calling it Operation Desert Wait.) Don't worry
about it. In the unlikely event that there is any action, it won't
take long and I won't be all that involved. Being in a reserve unit
has its advantages.  I'm glad you liked the pictures of Libby. She's
definitely going to come for a visit when the shit is over with. She's
never had another woman, but she's really interested in you. The
pictures were taken by an Arab teenager we hired. They come cheap. He
was in seventh heaven when I let him fuck Libby and she had a blast
watching the two of us sixty nine. She'd never seen two guys do it
before and she masturbated up a storm while watching me suck his cock
(she really adores that).  Libby also drooled over the pictures you
sent of Dave. Like you she has a real appreciation for black cock. I'm
impressed by Dave myself, I'll bet you adore the curve he's got in
that pecker.  I got my three days R & R on the cruise ship. Got into a
three way with a couple of guys in a supply detachment and a blow job
on the bridge from (yes, really) the cruise director. She was really
sweet.  Don't get your pussy stretched out of shape while I'm gone. If
you're too loose from fucking when I get home, I'll nail you in the
ass to work up the friction. But send pictures of whatever you do.  I
love you Baby Si" Simon is so sweet. And so are the pictures of Libby.
But I wonder if Simon will bring home the other two guys.  It may
sound like I'm totally size crazy when it comes to cocks and that's
pretty much true. Black men have always been able to satisfy me.
Simon is one of the few white men who ever has. The average black man
has about eight or nine inches of cock. Simon once explained that to
me as having something to do with acids in tropical vaginas and
natural selection. But it just boils down to niggers have big dicks.
But Simon is no slouch. Like most men he gets bigger once he's inside,
but unlike the others, the increase is exceptional. Measured outright
he's about seven inches long but when he gets in he fills me up just
like a dildo I have that's over eight and a half inches long and
almost three inches in diameter. That's a pretty big dick if you ask
me and I ought to know; by my recollection, I've had several hundred
of them.  Despite his size, Simon's cock is very comfortable. He can
reach places that other guys can't without wearing me out. And he can
last forever. The main attraction to fucking black men is that they're
so cool when they're getting white pussy. Forbidden fruit. Simon likes
to watch me fuck them and he eats me out whenever I've got a stud
that'll go for it. Most of them do because they really think they're
something to fuck me in front of my husband in the first place and
having him eat me while I cum on their cocks really turns them on.
Really special ones will get a blow job from Simon and they love that.
I've made it a point to be good in bed. It's not always necessary to
be good when turning tricks, but I always wanted to be. I became a
call girl because I like watching men cum. When I can make Simon cum,
he looks so sexy.  I don't have to work for it though. He understands
how much effort I put into work and he'll let me relax and be passive
with him. One of his biggest kicks is to tie me up, go find a strange
man, bring him back to fuck me while I have to take it. We've made
lot's of friends that way, and I even turned the tables on him once. I
tied him up and went and found a strange woman for him.  I embellished
on it though, because I first went and found another man and had him
fuck me while Simon was all trussed up.  Simon isn't bisexual in the
classic sense.  He is almost never turned on by men per se.  He sucks
a man's cock, though, and is fun to watch.  Somehow, that doesn't
affect his masculinity in any way.  I think he mainly does it because
it turns me on so much.  After our trip to Boston, when I fell in love
with him, we started working together on a regular basis.  Sam had
that in mind in the first place; I think he saw how much alike we were
and knew that we'd make an expert team.  Sure enough, we did.  My
rates at the time for an all-nighter was three hundred - Simon and I
started pulling in thousand-dollar tricks when we worked together.
Johns all want to get the same thing:  to feel good about themselves.
Simon and I managed that together in a multifold way.  One:  the john
makes a whore cum (I can cum on the basis of suggestion, and Simon and
I worked out the ways to make that happen every time.  The johns knew
that I came because my color changes and stuff made it impossible for
them to think I faked it.), two:  make a girl cum in front of her
boyfriend/husband (that makes them feel like real stud), and three:
throw in some of the experimental homosexual stuff that they're all
interested in.  Simon and I had talked it over with Sam, and he agreed
to set us up with the clients.  Our first one was a little rough
around the edges, so we used Simon's apartment.  The john was
identified to me at a bar and, with the exchange of a work, he knew
that I was the girl he was supposed to pick up.  I took him to the
apartment and played a little nervous about my boyfriend showing up
unexpectedly.  The john went into seductive stuff, very well done, I
might add, and within a few minutes I was getting out of my clothes as
he was his.  For this one, I wanted to stay on the couch, using the
premise that if my boyfriend showed up, I could shove him out the
front door and run into the bedroom.  The john followed that, assuming
that anybody would come in the kitchen as we had.  Only Simon knew to
come in the front.  I got arranged on the couch facing the door up on
my knees so he could fuck me from behind.  He was very smooth, nicely
hung, and knew what he was doing.  i was having a good time.  By that
time, Simon would've been on the porch looking through a gap in the
curtain to judge the timing of his entrance.  I gave him our
pre-arranged signal by lifting myself up and playing with my tits.
And WHAMO, the door slams open and Simon dashes into the room.  I had
gotten caught up in the fantasy myself, and was on the verge of
cumming, just seeing him made me let go and I felt the john cum inside
me at the same time.  That was enough for that setup.  Just getting
caught was enough for him.  After that we refined things quite a bit.
Some guts want to go with fighting, me getting beat up, him getting
beat up, homo stuff, and all kinds of variations on the theme.  The
only common thing was having me cum.  Fucking for money is hard work,
and a girl can't always relax enough to have an orgasm.  So Simon
trained me.  It's a lot like hypnosis.  Using visual and verbal cues,
Simon can make me cum under almost any circumstances.  If I'm in the
middle of fucking and feeling good, then it doesn't take much, but he
can also take me into an orgasm from a cold start.  We practiced the
getting caught scene over and over.  When he says the right things to
me, I can cum while just giving another guy a blow job.  Naturally,
that is a valuable tool, and I get premiums for doing it.
Unfortunately, that has also made me dependent on Simon to cum.
Without his permission, I can't do it.  While he's gone, for instance,
I can fuck anybody I want, but can only cum under certain conditions.
Some sort of territorial prerogative he needs makes it so that he
forbade me to cum while in the shower, on the kitchen table, and some
of the special places we've been.  Oh, I can fuck there if I want, but
I won't be able to cum.  The only time that has turned around on me
was a time when Simon was out of town and we had just spoken on the
phone right before a trick showed up.  simon was going to be home that
night so he teased me really bad and told me I could only cum with the
trick if he had dark hair.  Imagine my disappointment when the john
came in and was a blonde.  Shit!  So I went to work and he started
fucking me standing up.  I was enjoying it, but no matter what I did,
I couldn't get blonde hair out of my mind.  Then I looked down to see
if maybe watching his cock move would turn me on enough, and found
that his pubic hair was black!  Holy shit!  The bastard bleached his
hair!  I lost all muscle control and didn't do a thing for him.  He
left disgusted and refused to pay, and Sam had to hive him another
girl.  Just reading Simon's letters is enough to make me cum.
Especially since he deliberately put that idea into my head.  He can
even control my response to women.  That's something I found really
incredible.  The first time we had a three way with a girl, Simon
directed things totally, and at a crucial moment told me not to cum.
Sure enough, I couldn't.  Then he told me to go ahead, and wham - it
was the best orgasm I had ever had with a girl.  During the first year
or so we worked together, we also had relationships with other people.
It was only after he established his control over me that I gave up
all semblance of independence and moved in with him.  I took a break
from hooking after that.  We concentrated on each other, and the money
he was making made it very easy for me to take a long vacation.  But
after about ten months, I needed to get back in action, so we decided
to start things off slowly since we didn't know for sure if our
relationship had changed our attitudes.  During that time, I had taken
a job as a secretary, and we thought that it'd be better to test
things out with some three somes and side affairs rather than jumping
right back into turning tricks.  My fantasies were really heavy during
that time too. Whenever Simon went down o me I'd fantasize that I was
able to sneak in another man without Simon knowing. While Simon ate my
pussy I'd suck this man's cock. Simon has always enjoyed hearing my
stories and I started to either make some up or to relate to him some
things he didn't know about. It always made me happy he'd get such a
hard pecker when I did that and the freedom to talk led me back into
the freedom to act. What started as a fantasy got turned into a
reality about a year later and it was probably the sexiest thing Simon
and I had with another person.  Simon's successes with porno had
gotten us some good money and he had established a lot of contacts.
One of those is a darling porno starlet who started out life as a man
and became a sex sensation during his transformation and final
conversion to female equipment. Even then, transexuals were rare, as
wer publications and movies about them. It was a difinite kink and
lots of producers and photographers shied away from them.  So this guy
was on the fringes as Simon was getting his start. The hormone therapy
tends to make transexuals lose the capability for hard ons,
ejaculations, while enlarging breasts, and causing loss of body hair.
But Georgette was taking a different tack. He decided to not undergo
the full treatment until sure that life as a woman was best. He wasn't
homosexual per se, but was concerned that maybe his feelings were
psychological rather than physiological. So he had cosmetic surgery to
build up some really impressive tits and hips, and shaved away the
extra hair. So basically he was a transvestite while trying to get his
shit together. He was no gross parody either. Diet and excersize along
with the surgery gave him a tight 39-25-38 figure on a 5 foot 8 inch
frame. Stunning. Especially along with his average sized but always
super hard penis.  Simon went to bed with him, had a blast, and the
two of them came up with a plan to give me a hell of a nice time.  I
caught them in bed (not an unusual thing, we're always walking in on
each other either fucking or sucking). From my point of view, it just
looked like Simon had himself in her lap with his legs around her
waist while she was blowing him. Seeing that cute chick eating his
peter turned me on and I was stripped down and in bed in a minute. The
girl had nice, firm, big tits and she let me share Simon's cock while
I tweaked her nipples. I started exploring (I wanted to get some
pussy) and my fingertips ran into something hard. Stupidly, I assumed
she had a dildo in her but it felt like it was in Simon's ass too. And
it felt so lifelike, nothing like any of the doubleheaded one I owned.
Then I found balls underneath. Why would you put balls on a two ender?
Then I sat bolt upright, looked at Simon, looked at her, and looked
between their legs. Holy Shit! I dragged Simon off by his cock and
Georgette's penis slipped out of his asshole and stood straight up.  I
pushed him back and got my mouth around that dick and started sucking
it for all I was worth. Simon fucked me from behind in the cunt and
ass while I blew that heavenly girl, and then, Georgette fucked me. I
can't describe how cool it is to have a good, hard cock in your pussy
that's attached to the tits hanging in your face. That got me out of
the doldrums real quick. It's too bad that Georgette wound up going
all the way; she's still fun in bed, but she was better with a pecker.

				Chapter 6

      It was the witchcraft that cooled Sue off. After that experience
she needed to get her head together and make sure she still had
control of her destiny. The whole thing had started out being funny,
even Simon just thought it was cute. Neither of them suspected that
Sue would get pulled into a really alien sex scene that almost robbed
her of her profession, her independence, and very nearly her life. The
beginning was with a Roman Catholic priest with a yen for the
forbidden; he wanted to fuck a nun.  Because of the chance that he
might someday rise high in the church, Sam had Simon set up the
cameras for this one. As a sex scene it was pretty tame. The photos
were good and Simon kept several of the prints in order to experiment
with electronic duplication. The prints he used only showed the
priest's genitals so he didn't keep them segregated from other work
and they wound up being published. Unfortunately, the priest had a
birth mark that was recognized by one of his homosexual lovers who was
also a churchman. The other priest wanted Sue so an arrangement was
made. Sue was to be the center piece of a modified black mass.
"Honey, this is pretty kinky and I don't know if I like you doing it;
if something goes wrong you could get hurt." "I know, but the pay for
this is so good that it's worth doing just once. Besides, you'll be
there to watch over me." "Yeah, but what if it's more than just
coupling with the devil and slurping jism from hell?" "Then you'll
just get me out of there as fast as you can. OK?" Simon nodded.  As it
turned out the whole thing went down rather well. An outdoor ceremony
with twelve cloaked and hooded men to ravish Sue on an improvised
altar. The priest was the last one to go after all the others had
fucked her.  Simon could tell from his vantage point that Sue was
having a good time. All the men were fairly well hung, not too large,
but in the six to eight inch range that Sue could handle for hours
without exhaustion. Sue loved all those hard cocks around her; she was
disappointed that none of them wanted to jack off for her to watch,
the ritual required them to cum in her pussy. As the first ones
finished, they didn't seem to mind having her suck the cum off their
pricks and she got to use both hands too. All she had to do was lie
there for the most part, using only her pussy muscles to encourage
ejaculations; she got really, really horny knowing that Simon was
watching from his hiding place.  Simon kept watch with a pair of
binoculars and ran a tally for Sue of her orgasms. She had well over
twenty by the time the ceremony was over and when the men left she
just lay there until Simon could get to her. Sue could barely walk for
a few minutes, but she got it together quickly. Simon helped her back
to the van and she washed off using warm water from a ten gallon
thermos; not as good as a shower but enough to clean up after a hard
fucking like that. Sue decided to douche right away - cum was
literally pouring out of her and she gave herself a second rinse for
good measure before she felt like she could dress without ruining her
clothes.  It had been no rougher than a convention. Sue thought is was
pretty cool and Simon couldn't see anything to worry about. She turned
the trick about a half dozen times during the summer and neither of
them were concerned. It was a little rough on her pussy but they were
paying her two thousand a throw which was almost double the going rate
for gang bangs.  Something went crazy and the priest thought that he
was going to be turned in to church authorities. Apparently one of the
other men was blackmailing him in turn. Simon never found out exactly
what started it but one day he came home to find blood splattered all
over the front door. Sue was as perplexed as he and they didn't make
the connection. Phone calls in the middle of the night, hang up on
Simon and abuse Sue if she answered. The abuse seemed to have a
Biblical ring to it; the voice called her the whore of Babylon and
that kind of stuff. After that, Sue contacted the priest and told him
she wasn't playing anymore. The phone calls stopped and things went
back to normal. Simon went out of town a week later to cover some
girls working a gambling joint. The night he left all hell broke
loose.  Sue had gone shopping during the afternoon and while wandering
through the mall had run into an old high school boyfriend, Vic. They
went to a bar and had a few beers catching up and wound up at his
place making love. Sue was very horny that day and her tits were
swollen from anticipation of getting laid. She knew this guy for a
great pussy eater; her memory served her right, and he had a very
thick penis which was just what she wanted to get out the kinks. When
he was done eating her she got him to fuck her very hard and fast but
made him pull out to cum on her chest and belly. His cock shot sperm
all the way up into her face and hair and after rubbing it into her
tits she licked her hands and pulled her nipples up to lick them
clean.  She put on such a great show that he got an erection right
away and she guided him into her ass letting him penetrate his full
length on the first stroke. Her anal orgasm was as intense as the
others and she dozed off for awhile with his cock still inside.  Sue
was very relaxed and mellow, Vic went out to get groceries and Sue was
flitting around the kitchen in the nude when she heard the front door
open. Thinking he had just come back for something she didn't even
look; the next thing she knew was being thrown to the floor and kicked
in the ribs.  She felt herself tied, arms behind her back. She
couldn't open her eyes she was so scared. They lifted her up, forced
her face down on the table, tied her ankles to the table legs and
started to beat her legs, ass, and back. They pulled her tits from
under her and used something metal to pinch the nipples so hard she
almost passed out. Then something impossibly large was shoved up her
ass; she thought at first that it couldn't be a cock, but she felt
balls slap against her pussy when he forced himself all the way in.
Then it was pulled out and a smaller one took its place, she felt
pressure against her lips and opened her eyes enough to look down the
length of an enormous penis covered with blood and shit. It was forced
into her mouth and after what seemed like forever he came down her
throat while the other came in her ass.  Then the bigger one forced
his way into her pussy and while beating her ordered her to beg to cum
and then forced her to with a knife against her throat. After they
were done they painted her body with some kind of symbols she didn't
understand and lashed her to a column on the front porch in full view
of passing cars. Except for that one look Sue had kept her eyes closed
and didn't open them until Vic returned and released her. Sue wouldn't
even talk to him, she grabbed up her clothes and purse and drove home
as fast as she could trying to dress at stop lights. Inside she bolted
the doors and drew all the shades. Sue spent over two hours in the
shower trying to wash the filth away; she wouldn't answer the phone
until she realized that Simon might be calling. She found the strength
to pick up the receiver, but didn't say anything until she heard his
voice.  "Sue? Sue, are you there?" "Simon...Simon, come home...I need
you." She burst into tears and dropped the phone. Simon caught the
next plane back.  For weeks Sue was in shock. Simon just stopped
everything and took care of her. It took the best part of a month for
her to regain any interest in sex and then she was afraid that Simon
wouldn't want her. With compassion and love Simon managed to overcome
her feelings and she soon felt safe with him.  Sam eliminated further
problems by having the priest and his henchmen tracked down. The three
graves were never found.  But Sue was sure the rest of the world could
tell what had happened to her just by looking at her. She wouldn't
consider going back to turning tricks and found a regular job to
occupy her time. Working in an office was boring but she managed to
get some of her composure and self-confidence back, she picked up
several skills that she used at home to help Simon's business and to
improve their finances with investments. During those months Simon
continued working for Sam - another girl took Sue's place with the
customers and Sam advised Simon to not push Sue. Her natural urges
began to be felt even though she was enjoying having an exclusive
relationship with Simon she felt like she was becoming sexually
retarded. Simon assured her that he didn't feel he was missing
anything; Sue said she was.  "Honey, it's not that I don't want to
turn tricks or pose for pictures anymore...hell, I fantasize about it
all the time. I'm just afraid that something freaky will happen
again." "I know you've got all those desires Baby, but maybe you
shouldn't go back into whoring. It may just be enough to fuck around
with a few guys or girls for awhile." "I dunno, it was doing that when
this whole thing happened. I wasn't turning a trick at the time, just
having an affair. Poor Vic. I need you to protect me, I can't just run
off to screw around. Everything is all mixed up." "Well, what if we
just have threesomes, group things, or swap with another couple? That
way I'm around to guard you." "I don't think so. I want to know that
men want me for me and not as part of a kinky scene, but then I want
you around in order to protect me too.  I know that sounds like having
my cake and eating it too, but if I feel like the only reason I'm
getting a response out of a guy is because he's into watching you fuck
me or something then it's just no good." "Well, why don't you accept a
come on, bring him home, and I'll be around to keep an eye on things."
"But, Honey, I'll want you at the same time. It's almost impossible
for me to cum anymore without you, or at least fantasizing about you,
and I want to get my rocks off. What better way than if you can join
in?" "So I'll so up with the jealous boyfriend routine that we've used
on johns and we can work it out from there. As long as he doesn't know
it's coming then you'll know that he's after you for you alone,
right?" "Yeah, hmmm, I even have somebody in mind." "OK. You figure
out how you're going to want things. I think whoever he is will jump
at the chance for a piece of you and you'll see that there's nothing
to be afraid of."

				Chapter 7

"Dear Simon, It's great that you're going to come home at last! Even
if it's only for two weeks, I need you around again to straighten me
out.  Things are going smoothly. Finances are perfect, I've been a
lounge lizard and enjoying the hell out of it. I don't even have to
leave the house for fun anymore since it seems like all the
neighborhood men are making up excuses to come over. Must have
something to do with my nude sunbathing (it's getting a little late in
the season for that now). Several of them just like to sit and talk
while I play with my pussy, but others jump right in and eat me or
shove their cocks down my throat. I even got two of them to blow each
other for me. That was fun! I've stipulated to each that anything they
want from me they'd better support your doing to their wives or
daughters. Quite a bit of ready acceptance; and from what I've heard
from the women, they most certainly want you too. So I've put aside
some pussy for you when you get home (maybe even some for me if all
works well).  I went to Hartford to work a convention last weekend and
I've got a 3 day job on the island next week. I'm putting all that
money into our vacation fund. Hartford earned me five grand and the 3
day will be worth almost six.  That'll mean top shelf in New Orleans.
(I hope you'll be back in time for Mardis Gras, wouldn't it be nice to
relive our reunion 5 years ago? I wonder if we can find another cake
that big?) Just who is that little, black bitch? Shit, is she hot!
Will she pose professionally? Just seeing your cock in her mouth was
such a turn on that I had to play with myself in the jacuzzi for an
hour. And how did you get that suntan on your pecker? It's so smooth
that you had to have had a hard on while sunning yourself - what else
were you doing? Bastard!  See you soon, I love you Sue"

      Our seperation had been messy and al because of
misunderstandings.  After the rape and ensuing recovery that took over
a year, Sue and I looked around to find that we had been living
together for almost three years and that we might as well get married.
We avoided ceremony and had a really big party instead. Sue was back
to turning tricks then and a lot of our guests were our regulars.
Seeing her on our wedding day it was hard to recognize that this was
the girl who had spent almost two years getting her shit back
together. Even the affairs she started having were somewhat tame for
her. It wasn't until she actually turned a trick again on her own that
her confidence had come back.  The first man she brought in was a
black guy from work. She let him make a pass at her, feeling her tits.
He was behind her and when he made his grab she could feel his cock
against her ass. She pulled away and scolded him. He left for awhile
and she called me for encouragement. When he came back she told him
that she was complimented by his interest, but having a live in
boyfriend could make things difficult. Since he was married too, there
just seemed no way of getting any privacy. All through that speech she
kept looking at his crotch. Since he was coming up with some pretty
lame ideas, she admitted that I was supposed to be out of town the
next day and that maybe they could risk his coming over.  Sue and I
worked out the details and timing that night. She got him over the
next evening and I got my cue to come in. They were doggy style on the
bed and when he saw me he pulled out of her. I was staring...he had
one of the longest pricks I've ever seen, he had to crawl back on his
knees to get it out. Sue reached back, took hold of his cock, and
rammed it back into her pussy shoving herself against him as far as
she could. As it was there was almost as much cock on the outside as
on the inside. (Later measurements proved it to be seventeen inches
long.) Without a word I went around the bed and pulled my dick out of
my pants and stuck it in Sue's face, she swallowed me up. He was just
staring so I grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them wide. He still was
frozen so I reached down, took hold of the base of his dick and balls
and started rotating him inside her. Sue loved it.  I directed
everything from there. Sue and I both sucked his cock, she took me up
the ass while I sucked him, I took him up the ass a few inches so she
could watch, and then he and I 69'd while she played with our balls
and fingered our assholes. She got him to jack off in our faces and
Sue and I rubbed his cum on each other's faces and chests. Finally I
had him fuck her ass while she was tied up face down and spreadeagle.
That worked so well that we decided to have a girl next. Sam had a
teenager that he wanted us to train and that proved to be a very
rewarding experience for both of us.  Sue taught her how to give a
heavenly blow job; how to stroke the dick while the head was in her
mouth and to make her mouth and hands work together. She taught her
how to suck balls, tongue ass, and everything else from humjobs to
swallowing cum with a cock all the way down her throat. The two of
them worked out with dildos quite a bit. Sue had on e of the double
headed ones and they'd each take an end to practice muscle control.
One would clamp down holding the dildo immobile while the other fucked
it. The two of them could get a rhythm going where they could swap
control back and forth without missin a stroke. They both developed a
technique of letting it slip out and then being able to pull it back
in using just their pussy muscles.  Sue can almost lift me up by
grabbing my cock with her cunt - she can do that with smaller men. She
can lock a guy in so that he can't move and then ripple her tummy
muscles so that her uterus will rub on the end of his penis. It's a
really cool feeling and the only thing in the world that makes me lose
total control. She can even do that doggy style, which is normally
poor for a woman to keep control. She can back herself onto a cock
while giving a feeling that it's being sucked into her. That she can
do with almost any sized prick, but it's most impressive for the guys
who are thick without being overly long.  We had the guy from her job
help us with that training and we turned the little bitch inot one
really fine fuck. Her price rivals Sue's. The only thing she lacks is
Sue's imagination and quick thinking.  Sue got relaxed enough to have
some fun on her own. I kept an eye on her though just to make sure.
Besides, it was fun to window peep. I learned some neat things. I took
a week off, but told her that I was working out of town. Sam helped me
stage that since he understood my reasoning about wanting to be sure
she was getting it together while still protecting her.  There was a
vantage point on the roof that was really good. Since that window
overlooked woods we never even bothered to put a curtain on it; matter
of fact, we never closed the curtain on the other side facing the
neighbors either. The first night I was 'gone' she stayed home and
played with a dildo.  She jacked it of, sucked it, fucked herself with
it, sucked it some more, pushed it up her ass, and sucked again. She's
a lot different masturbating alone than she is with an audience. She
lets her fantasies come out and the dialogues she was making up were
pretty far out.  The next night she went out, I followed discretely,
and she got picked up in a bar. She took him back to our place and
while I watched him fuck her she was telling him all about me. She had
a lot of fun with him by telling him that I'd suck his cock a certain
way and then demonstrate. She told him how to eat her pussy the way I
do and how I'd lick his cum out for her cunt and asshole. While I was
peeping I had my cock out in my hand and was jacking off the whole
time. She took snapshots of his cock, of them fucking, of her sucking
his cock, and told him that she'd show them to me when I came home.
(She did too.) She wore him out and gave him the boot.  The next night
she just had a girlfriend over, one who was straight, and they spent
the whole evening talking about men. Sue offered me to this girl and
they both spent a lot of time figuring out how to seduce me. After the
girl left, Sue took off all her clothes, masturbated on the couch, and
then went to bed. I took off to get laid.  During the rest of the week
Sue got laid a least three more times, once with two men, and I'm
pretty sure she got some ass at work (she had been trying to figure
out how many of her coworkers she could have sex with; the final tally
was five men and three women including her boss and his wife
together).  When I 'returned' we had some long talks about what she
had done and then I proposed to her. She accepted, gave her notice the
following Monday, and returned to work for Sam.  But it was that which
led to the problems of our marriage two years later. Jane was no
longer simply filling in for Sue; it was now Jane's clientele along
with me. Sue wasn't worried about it at the time and she started doing
more and more lesbian tricks. They were easy, fun, and paid well. Then
Jane decided to become an actress and just split. Sam couldn't find
another girl with talent and I was left with mainly male customers.
Our private sex life was still outstanding but she felt like something
was missing while I was pre-occupied with trying to get my business
started.  Things went to shit over a period of months and after a
really nasty fight Sue moved out.

				Chapter 8

      "Goddamnit Simon, what the fuck is eating you? Three months ago
you were the most popular stud in the state and I was having to turn
away business because you were too busy. Now I turn it away because
you're not performing." Sam leaned back in his desk chair, lighted a
cigarette, and blew the smoke out in a narrow jet.  "Sam, shit...look,
I just haven't been up to par, splitting with Sue really fucked me up.
Hell, the last trick I turned was a total washout. I couldn't even get
a hard on. Since then I've been afraid to try." Simon blurted all that
out while looking out the window. He was terribly embarassed.  "Why
didn't you tell me that at the time? Crap! If that's it then you just
need your confidence back and we can arrange that." "I don't know
about that." Simon was staring at his hands. "The thing that always
pulled me through was knowing that I could curl up with Sue afterwards
and she'd let me know that I wasn't just a toy or an object. I used to
think I did the same for her. Whenever I was with a trick, I'd think
abouther, fantasize, and then I could do anything. But without her to
take care of me, there's no point in fantasizing about her now, I'm
just not able to get interested in anybody else." "You've got it bad.
What the hell makes you think that Sue is the critical element? Shit,
you were a grown man long before you met her and you did all right
then. Your problem is that you're in love and now you're feeling
guilty about all the things that you've done; with and without Sue.
There's nothing to feel guilty about anymore so knock off the crap and
get back to work. We've  got the party I'm throwing for the sailors
tonight and I'd advise you to get some of the action for yourself."
Sam was talking about his irregularly scheduled wing ding that got
single sailors from the submarine base in for some relatively cheap
pussy.  It was a good social service and introduced the bubbleheads to
the right way of finding broads. Later in their careers many of them
became regular customers, some even wound up earning a few bucks
themselves. Sam would make sure the parties were only attended by the
young ones who were fresh out of boot camp and probably hadn't had a
piece of ass in months. The advertising and marketing end of it worked
out well even though the parties were always at a loss. In a few years
these kids would be wanting girls to show up for divisional parties,
bachelor parties, dolphin drinking ceremonies, and after parties for
chief's initiations. Sam had been the only pimp in the area to realize
the potential and had built up a significant portion of his business
that way. The parties were always staged at a motel near the base,
always on a slow night. Sam would rent a wing of the place so the
party could go full blast without disturbing the other guests.
Simon's job would be to ensure that the sailors stayed in the right
part of the hotel and didn't get too wild with the girls or property.
Even though the nominal charge of fifty dollars brought in six or
seven thousand, there were high expenses. Sam would hire a lot of
amatuers from the local colleges but even they cost a hundred for the
evening. The regular girls got three hundred. So with fifteen of each
working the labor end was six grand all by itself. Consequently, the
cost of rooms, bribes, booze, damage, and everything else would amount
to a loss. A loss of nearly fifteen thousand was typical. But Sam's
accounting showed that parties that cost as much years before had
generated customers who would generally spend in the neighborhood of
two thousand a year on themselves and bring in other business worth as
much or more with their parties. There were even a few enterprising
souls who had there wives working for Sam for the household's second
income. In fact, about half of the customers were Navy, while almost
half of the hookers were Navy dependents. The girls worked their asses
off during these parties, but the regulars looked at it as community
service and the college brats were just hyper on the excitement of
turning tricks.  Things started up around seven and from Simon's point
of view it was all going very smoothly. No drunks by ten, no fights,
no arguments with the girls. It was one of the least rowdy parties
he'd covered. Simon was bored.  Most of the room doors stayed open,
nobody was concerned about privacy so as Simon strolled along he got
to make a visual check on everyone. Two of the rooms were being used
for guys to wait to get a girl; most of the girls were trying to at
least double up, but that still meant that almost a hundred guys were
hanging our drinking and talking. Since they could go as many times as
they wanted, it meant that some of them were going from room to room,
getting some pussy here, ass there, blow job down the hall. Simon was
conspicuous being the only person on the floor with any clothes on. In
his roaming Simon looked in on Sue who was busy with three guys - she
was fucking one doggy style and the other two were in front of her and
she was licking from one dick to the other. Simon got a wistful
feeling and moved on.  Down the hall a very well hung black kid was
showing off for his buddies, jacking off and saying that he wasn't
going to let the bitches get the easy one. Simon watched until he came
and had to admire the kid's cocksureness.  By eleven things were
beginning to wind down, about half the kids had left either drunk or
satisfied and most of the others were just hanging out.  A few were
still fucking but a lot more were just shooting the shit. The college
girls were pretty much played out an only five or six of the regulars
were still going strong. Sue and one of the other girls had put on a
show for a group of guys - they were eating each other out and letting
the crowd gather round to jack off on them.  Suddenly there was a
scream, shouts, and then all hell broke loose as the place got flooded
with cops and shore patrol. Somehow a jealous wife or girlfriend had
gotten wind of what was going on and had complained to the base. She
had also complained to the local newspaper and a whole cntingent of
photographers and reporters followed the cops and marines into the
place. It was a rout.  Simon managed get several dozen of the kids out
windows including some of the college girls who were still around. The
pros just lay back and took it easy. Sue got busted while in the
middle of dressing and they dragged her away in nothing but a skirt
and shoes. The newsmen went nuts taking pictures of her since she
didn't even try to cover herself. Simon later got copies and he
enlarged and framed one of Sue standing with a scowl on her face, one
hand on a hip, tits bare and shiny from all the cum smeared on them,
flipping the finger at the camera man. Simon got arrested too, he
barely had time to call Sam.  Within hours everyone was bailed out.
Sam even got the bail up for the sailors adding to the overhead. Betty
was up all night getting everything straightened out. A few things
helped. Sam had some goods on the base commander and none of the
sailors ever got military charges against them.  Similar pressure on a
ranking police officer got most of the charges dismissed at the next
day's arraignment. Betty had gotten Simon out right because she needed
help keeping people under control. Sue and the rest of the girls were
next and Sam had sent limos down to spirit them away. As Sue climbed
in, Simon got the last glance he would have of her for several months.
Sue left town. Too much embarassment from having her picture in the
papers. Sam set her up to work in Atlantic City and even though Simon
was sure he'd never see her again, he didn't bother filing for
divorce. Sam told him about Sue leaving in one of the mop up meetings
that he, Simon, and Betty had over the following few days. All three
of them were exhausted and a few glasses of wine and the softness of
Betty's couch got the best of Simon and the next thing he knew was a
vague feeling of being bundled up and moved around. Sam and Betty had
undressed him, stretched him out on the couch, and covered him up with
a blanket. Simon dozed in and out, catching bits and pieces of the
whispered conversation Sam and Betty were having. Then he seemed cold
but at the same time was experiencing an incredible dream. In his
sleep he had gotten aroused and started playing with himself. Both Sam
and Betty were interested in watching so they slipped the covers off.
When Simon rolled onto his side Sam got down on the floor and started
to lick Simon's cock, Betty pulled off her clothes first and then
joined Sam in giving Simon a gentle blow job so as not to awaken him.
Simon woke up with a start to find himself in Betty's mouth and Sam
licking his balls. Betty looked up, smiled, and got up on top of Simon
pushing him over on his back. She lowered herself onto his cock and
once she was settled Simon felt Sam's mouth got back to work on his
nuts. Betty was fantastic. Her perfect body and the heat of her kisses
along with the skill of her pussy made Simon go crazy. Sam couldn't
stay down there with all the motion and he went to sit in a chair and
masturbated while Simon and Betty fucked for what he later said was
almost two hours. The two of them went through every position they
knew and invented a few along the way. Finally Simon exploded in
Betty's ass and Sam, who had been conserving his own ejaculation,
moved over and released himself down Betty's back. A large drop of his
cum landed between her cheeks and dripped down onto Simon's cock which
gave Betty such a rush that she came with renewed vigor in a
shattering anal orgasm.  Sam left shortly after that, leaving Betty
and Simon to their own devices which occupied them for the rest of the
night. By the time Betty was done with Simon he was ready for work
again. All his confidence was back and even her admission that she and
Sam had discussed needing to do something like that didn't make him
balk. It was the sincerity of their caring that made the difference.
Simon still was in love with Sue, but he'd have to wait for her to be
ready to believe that he wanted her back. Sam promised to help if he
could, but in the meantime, Sue would be most convinced and happier if
she found out that Simon was back to normal and they could once again
relate as peers. Long talks had pretty much convinced Simon that Sue
thought that he had only stayed with her after the rape out of a sense
of pity and didn't really desire her anymore. Sam had said that part
of what she was now doing was proving to herself that she was good
enough for Simon. it was pretty confusing but Simon had to take Sam's
word for it that she needed it that way.  Simon followed Sam's lead
and by the end of the month was once again living up to his
reputation. He managed to find a certain amount of emotional release
with some of his female customers who were into submission. Added to
the normal role playing of sadist or rapist, Simon would force those
women to listen while he graphically described how much better Sue
was. He would even show them pictures of Sue and him culled from all
the setups they had arranged. Those particular customers loved the
variation and it actually enhanced his reputation with many since all
women view a man in ove to be the ultimate challange in bed.  One
woman, Joann, in particular was very interested in what Simon had to
say about Sue. She was very taken with Simon and even thought she
might be in love with him. But she also knew that her husband was
deeply in love with her while Simon was very much in love with Sue. To
her, the ultimate fantasy was to have her husband catch her with Simon
in such a way that he could hear Simon talking about Sue while she was
herself proclaiming her love for him.  Simon found a way to do that
and the result was his first porno video.  The two of them made the
whole script up. Not only did the action include them but a scene of
Simon with another girl describing how ridiculous it was to have Joann
in love with him, and two scenes of Joann, one with another man,
another with the same girl, telling them about Simon and her husband
all while in the middle of some very kinky sex. It made a good half
hour video and Joann gave it to her husband for their tenth
anniversary.  Joann paid for all the equipment and processing and the
camera man and she signed over all rights to Simon for reproduction
and sale. That launched Simon in the business.  Joann had enough money
to afford Simon almost exclusively for several months. Anything he
could think up she was game for. After the video was done they made a
practice out of fucking in front of her husband and he'd pay Simon for
the trick. It was Simon who gave her the idea of fucking his business
friends in front of him and she took off on that tangent for several
weeks. She had in the meantime taken a real thrill out of sucking
Simon's cock in front of anyone she could find to watch. Once while in
front of her husband they had the following exchange.  "You know, as
good as you're getting at that, you ought to thnk about becoming a
professional." Joann gave him a questioning glance without releasing
his pecker.  "You could make a bundle turning tricks and making
movies. You've got the looks and skills, and you can afford to pick
and chose since he's paying the bills anyhow." Joann pulled her mouth
away. "You're kidding. I'm not that good at this, I can't even force
you to cum." "Neither could Sue. You could probably make anybody else
cum without a problem." Joann raised up and straddled Simon, lowered
herself onto his shaft.  "But I'm not that good a fuck." She tensed
her pussy muscles.  "Tricks like that prove otherwise. And I've seen
what you can do with a cock up your ass; the bigger the better. And
you eat pussy almost as well as I do." "But where would I work?" "Why
not right here? This would make a great whorehouse, we could have a
few other girls work here too so that you didn't have to handle
everything." "You want to compete with Sam?" "No. Sam would run this
as a sideline." "I dunno, sounds interesting, but maybe I should
experiment with it first." "How's that?" Joann looked over her
shoulder at her husband. "Well, maybe I should try walking Bank Street
a few nights just to see if I like it. I really think I should have an
appreciation for that side of the business rather than try to put on
airs and become some kind of high class call girl." "OK. Let's do it."
After they were done fucking, Joann got dressed up in a short, short
skirt, garter and hose, low cut blouse, and spiked heels. Taking her
husband with them they went off to the dingiest bars in New London
where Joann managed to pull eight tricks in just over two hours. All
but one were blow jobs; the last was a fuck with her bent over the
hood of a sports car, She only took five dollars from each customer.
One sailor complimented her husband on her abilities. After that night
Sam hired her on and she became a specialist at gang bangs.  The only
time her husband got really upset with her was when she posed giving
head to a pony. He thought it was too dangerous even though he later
enjoyed her acting it out with him taking the part of the horse.
Otherwise he never complained or interfered with Joann's sex habits
and seemed to handle the whole thing very well. Joann always
maintained that he was good in bed, large enough cock, plenty of
endurance, and knew what to do with her. But he also understood that
she needed a lot of men for some reason and allowed her to have them,
preferring to watch and make sure she was all right.


				Chapter 9

"Dear Sue,

      Well talk about a rush of deja vu! Last night I went to the
movies and one of the smut features had most of my very first effort
in it. Making that movie with Joann was a blast but seeing it again
after 6 years was really something. A lot of people recognized me but
nobody's told the brass or anything and my popularity has gone up like
crazy. Even though I've had a lot of respect from the kids in the unit
professionally, they now think of the sarge as a big stud with women
(something that was beginning to gain currency around here anyway).
Libby was sitting next ot me during the showing and at one point she
poked me in the ribs and said, "Wow, you're talking about Sue, far
out!" soto voce. A few others caught it and I've had some rather
interesting experiences since. It's amazing how many women want to get
the same treatment I was giving Joann. So I've gotten at least a half
dozen blow jobs while telling tales of you. Of course I've used the
most recent ones from my trip home, that really excites them, they can
practically smell your pussy on my cock according to some of them. All
of them are really into hearing about all the different men you fuck
and a lot are into how you eat pussy. You've got a steady following
here honey.  love Si" I had almost forgotten about that tape myself. I
went and dug it out and played it. That's a cool movie, I was the star
without an appearance, he really did talk me up quite a bit. I can get
into both sides of it; as a spectator and from the angle of knowing
he's talking about me. Of course, hearing Joann talk about him while
fucking and sucking the other two is damned sexy; and I've been doing
that myself for years. It was kind of funny.  After that first
experience with the slave/master bit I didn't think I'd ever see him
again. My next trick after that was a guy who wanted me to talk so
while he ate me out I told him about Simon. (If you've ever tried to
keep your mind on something while having your pussy eaten, then you
can imagine just how hard a whore's job can be.) From then on I always
had guys commenting on how I'd talk about Simon or say thngs like,
"Fuck me, Simon, fuck me." while I was cumming with them. Tricks
aren't usually bothered by that, lovers are though.  During our
seperation I went through some really tough times. I knew Simon didn't
want me anymore. He was spending more and more time with men and I
even got the idea he wanted me to be one. The night we broke up we had
been having some very heavy sex. I had the double headed dildo in me
and Simon was sucking it. The two of us were having an intense fantasy
and I took on an abusive male kind of persona. I slapped him in the
face with my 'cock' and treated him like a pathetic little queer. it
escalated from there and the fantasy got mixed up with the reality and
the fight turned into a no holds barred.  We wound up apart even
though we were both working for Sam. Then I heard through the
grapevine that Simon hadn't been able to get it up with any of the
girls and all he was doing was sucking off guys. That made me figure
he had gone full scale homo and I decided that Jane had taken off for
Hollywood because she wasn't getting anything out of Simon either.
Then the bust came. I'd been busted before, but never had made it ot
the papers. For some reason the two competing papers tried to see just
how much of my tits they could get onto the front page along with all
the speculation about my life. Sam had managed to keep it to my maiden
name since that was how I worked and because of the poor quality of
the pictures I wasn't recongnized by very many people. Just my Mother
and her neighbors.  The humiliation of that and the troubles Simon and
I had drove me away. Sam set me up to work in a casino in Atlantic
City and I had a really good time down there. Lots of money, lots of
cock, lots of fun. The heat wore off and my Mother actually forgave me
(I find that silly since I didn't think I had done anything wrong and
since I was now 21 I was certainly free to choose) so after a few
months I ventured a visit back home.  I saw Sam and he told me what
was going on with Simon. That was after Betty had fixed him up and he
was doing just fine. Sam suggested that I see Simon, but I just
couldn't bring myself to do it. I was very embarassed, very much aware
of how unworthy of Simon I was, and I didn't see how I could ever
distract him from Betty. (I'd been to bed with her myself, alone and
with one or several men, and knew how good she was.) I was happy for
Simon and just wanted to go back to being anonymous.  What I was doing
in New Jersey was fairly tame from my point of view.  Screwing high
rollers as part of the casino's entertainment overhead.  Gamblers
aren't all that much into sex when they're hot on the tables and
they're practically impotent when they're cold. Every once in awhile
I'd have a couple, and there was really good daytime trade munching
their wives, but usually it was a quickie that I was directed to by a
pit boss. But I got to roam the place wearing sexy clothes and was
free to pick up whoever I wanted when I was off duty.  I taught the
girls down there quite a few things. Very few of them practiced any
pussy control. Just lay back and let him do the work. That was not
good; the casino needed them back out in the pits in order to turn a
profit. We were part of the overhead so any time spent with us was a
loss in both our pay and the potential revenue from the tables. The
management approved of my attitude and I wound up pretty much in
charge of the shift I worked.  Another thing appalled me when I got
down there. The girls weren't using rubbers. AIDS had become an
overnight sensation a long time before and back home Sam had seen to
it that all his customers used condoms. With Simon's help I had worked
out ways of introducing and putting rubbers on men which were
effective, natural, and erotic. The best way was to use both hands and
mouth, holding the rolled up rubber between my lips I'd slip it over
the head and while maintaining suction roll it down over the shaft. At
the bottom it was necessary to pull the rubber away from the skin,
suck like mad to make the blood rush back into his penis, and then let
go with a snap so the ridge down there would act sort of like a cock
ring. Getting the blood back in instead of letting the rubber push it
out is critical; it balances the loss of sensitivity from having to
suck through latex. We always got some special order rubbers that were
just about two inches shorter than standard. That made small guys
think that they had somehow gotten longer because a rubber unrolled
all the way on them. (Illusion is the key to pleasing men.) Simon and
I quickly discovered that penises as thick or thicker than his would
require two rubbersor else a hard fucking would break it. The breakage
would always happen at the top and usually during ejaculation. So we
got rid of the ones didn't have plain tips and made up some that had
the little French rubbers in place at the top giving two layer
protection. Encouraging smaller men to use an extension also would
give us extra protection.  But the scene was so easy that I was
getting bored. When Sam called me to find out if I'd be willing to
work at the Mardi Gras, I jumped at the chance. I got down there on
Friday and discovered that for the most part clothes were optional. it
was kind of fun being able to walk around in nothing but lingerie and
even on the streets I could go topless almost anywhere. Public sex was
easy to pull off and I was able to augment my scheduled fucks with
hooking independently in the bars. But I was also a show girl of
sorts. I fucked on everything from water beds to a procenium stage
that weekend. All the men I acted with were pros so I was given the
chance to get some rare, unrubbered, peckers for the first time in
months. It felt good to have hot cum splashing around my insides and I
literally got my fill of cock. They grow them big down there, even the
black guys were exceptionally large. I loved it.  One of the girls
down there came from Sam's stock and I got some time to talk to her
about Simon. She really gave me the low down and chastized me for
being so weird. She said that from her point of view that I was a very
desirable woman and that I was proving with other men what I could do
for Simon. She even made the point that I turned her on and she didn't
normally like women. That got her a pussy eating that she'll never
forget. But I promised her that I'd go back to Connecticut and try to
patch things up with Simon.  Fat Tuesday was wild. I was all over the
place and busy as hell. The last thing I had on the schedule was a
midnight party. The rest of New Orleans turns into a ghost town as
soon as Ash Wednesday begins; suddenly it's all against the law again.
But private parties continue through the night. I was supposed to pop
out of a cake of all things! I was running late, I had gotten a trick
of opportunity and by the time I was out of the shower I had just
enough time to make it to the ballroom. My partner was supposed to
meet me and we were going to pop out together and put on a sex show to
inspire the guests.  I got there about a quarter to twelve and found
that my partner hadn't shown up yet. The woman in charge told me that
he was on the way and that I should change and climb in. I put on the
costume, the only thing that it really covered was my face; tits, ass,
and pussy all hanging out., but they needed to be accessible. I
climbed into the cake with some help from a couple of guys who also
filled me in on the lever that would make it pop open and drop the
sides down. I waited in there for my partner to show up and managed to
get myself almost comfortable.  Finally, somebody climbed in and in
the dim light coming in from the top I could see that his costume was
just as sparse as mine. He got his feet down on each sid of my legs
and squatted down as far as he could which put his cock hanging right
in front of my face. The top of the cake was closed and it looked like
he was stuck in that position, making me responsible for the lever.
"Hi, how ya doing?" He whispered.  "Fine, and you?" I whispered back.
"Great. But why are we whispering?" "I dunno. Well, we've only got a
few minutes so you need to get hard, any problem?" "I'm a little
uncomfortable...you want to help out?" "Sure." I took the head of his
cock in my mouth and started to suck while using my tongue right where
the shaft meets the glans underneath. He responded immediately and I
felt him begin to swell between my lips. Since I couldn't move my head
in that position, I had to let him grow down my throat.  The damn
thing was pretty thick, but fortunately not more than eight or nine
inches long or I would've been in trouble. I played with his balls and
slipped a finger up to his asshole and felt his dick get really hard
as the cake began to move. We were in as good a position as possible
so I just dept sucking.  I heard the rap-rap-rap that was my signal
and yanked on the lever while pushing with my shoulders. I felt the
cool air from the room around me as the sides of the cake fell away,
he stood up with it causing all teh parts to fall to the floor out of
the way, and I moved my hands around to cup his ass while bobbing my
head on his prick. The audience applauded and I kept my eyes closed
because the lights were really bright and weird colored. This guy
followed cues real well so getting moved around to fuck doggy style
went smoothly. While he pumped away inside of me I reared up so I
could rub my clit with one hand and play with my tits with the other.
In the changing lights I could see people already pairing off with
each other.  I pulled away from my partner and he followed my lead to
lay on his back so I could mount him. He knew how to arrange us for
the best viewing even though that's not usually a comfortable way to
fuck. He let me control his depth and I started feeling good enough
that I got carried away and had an orgasm. In the midst of that I
managed to knock loose my mask and in a moment of white light that was
fairly steady he must've gotten a look at me.  "Sue?!" "Simon?" "Holy
shit!" "Oh, god...jesus!" "Baby, I'm cumming too..." "Shit, oh god,
fuck me..."

      Sam never owned up to putting in the fix, but neither of us
cared.  After the show we went off to talk and cry and fight and fuck
and figure things out. I flew back to Connecticut with him the next
day and that was the last time, excepting business trips, that we were
ever apart. Until this damned war came.

"Dear Simon, You rotten son of a bitch! I knew you'd go off and pull
some hero shit and sure enough you damn near got killed. Don't give me
any lame excuses about it only being a bit of shrapnel in your leg.
While it's all fine and good that you're coming home, I'd just as soon
that you hadn't gone to those extremes to get back. I know you're
walking and that they're going to discharge you from the hospital as
perfectly fit. But you scared the shit out of me. Good thing you
called before that asshole from the base showed up.  What a bunch of
fuckheads.  I need you now so don't you go screwing up and getting
back into things. Remember how I was on the rag when you came home for
leave? (Of course you do, you were covered from head to toe in blood
you pig!) Well, since then I haven't fucked anybody. (Some blow jobs
and some peter up my ass, but nobody's been in my pussy all this
time.) I've been hard at work figuring out a new line. All those
magazines with pregnant women stuffing big cocks into their twats and
spraying milk from their oversized tits gave me a great idea.  You're
going to be a father boy. And I want you back here to take care of me.
(I think I'm already getting fat, my tits are huge, and I know I'm
going to get bitchy.) Besides, I want you around while I can still
fuck face to face (you know how I love to watch you cum); in a few
months you're not going to be able to get close enough.  Hurry home,
Baby, I love you Sue"

      I got that letter the day before flying home. Talk about going
crazy with anticipation. Even the little British nurse who was
sneaking into my room at night was excited for me. (So excited that
she gave up her butt that night.) Sure enough we got that series done.
Sue sucking and fucking in her eighth month, spraying milk, eating
pussy, bondage, and the whole works. The money cleared from those went
straight into a massive college fund for the twins. They're covered
through PhDs if they want them. But chances are they'll end up like
their folks; hellraisers to the end. Sue is insistent that my little
girl will be raised properly, meaning she won't lose her virginity to
her brother or me. Sue worries too much.  "I do not." "You do to." "I
just know what a horny old man you're going to be." "Damn it, let me
finish writing, leave my cock alone..." "Hmmm, you don't want me doing
this?" "Uh..." "I never turn you on." Sue said as her lips engulfed
the head of my cock while she massaged my balls with one hand and
raked her fingernails down my thighs.




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