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                                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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