Chapter 9
"You'll be glad to know, Mister, ahhh, Turner," Rosy said, sitting back in her chair and taking a deep drag of her cigarette, "that we have a girl perfectly suited to your tastes. She's a new girl-we've just had her a month. She's only just been broken in, but I think you'll find her ... refreshing."
The big, dark man was sitting with his legs crossed and his huge hands wrapped around one knee. Now he leaned forward. "Are you sure?" he asked, a strange glimmer in his eyes. "A girl who likes it that way?"
"You've been an honored customer for years, Mr. Turner," Rosy said. "This is our specialty girl. She's been trained to enjoy the things you enjoy." The voluptuous manager allowed herself a lewd smile. "She's quite a prize."
The man felt his pulse pounding. "I'll say," he said huskily. "If she's all you say there's a fifty-dollar bonus in it for you."
Rosy's grin broadened. "Much obliged. Shall I take you to her room?"
The customer sat back. "In honor of the special occasion," he suggested, "why not bring her here? Do you mind?"
"Not at all," Rosy said. "I'd enjoy it." She rose and walked to the door. "Derek," she called out. "Bring our specialty girl down to the office. In costume."
"Yes, Rosy." The redhead went back to her chair behind the desk. It was a world of trouble whipping that long-legged bitch into shape, she thought. But, oh, was it ever worth it! The dark man lit a cigarette himself and they both smoked in silence until they heard Derek's ponderous footsteps outside the office.
The door opened. "Here she is," Derek said. Ari walked past him. It wasn't the same Ariadne Taylor, born Dalton, who had been sold into white slavery by her brother four weeks before. She was still tall and lusciously built, but the smooth skin under which her trim muscles rippled was now a deep, rich brown from her hairline to her toes. The customer could see there were no pale patches on her body-it was naked except for a studded leather harness like the ones Candi and Randi had worn when they raped her before the crowd in the party room.
But the man didn't notice the tanned nudity of her body-he was staring fixedly at her face. His mouth formed a single word, Ari!
Ari felt her pulse speed as she walked across the pool yard, happily aware of the envious stares the other girls were giving her lovely naked body. Would the customer be handsome? Would he be strong? Most of all-would he truly dominate her? She hoped he was masterful. She felt a hunger for the sweet taste of pain.
Derek held the door for her, then the door into Rosy's office. She glanced at him as she went past. It was too bad he'd stopped hurting her just when she'd learned to love it. But he was only allowed to use the new girls, to force them into submission. Oh well. She walked through the door, not forgetting to put her sexiest slink into her walk.
Then she stopped dead. That man, sitting staring so lustfully at her-it was Frank! Her knees turned to water. But she controlled herself.
"You-wanted me?" she asked Rosy, a slight tremor in her voice. Rosy looked to Frank.
Is this the same girl who ran away from me the day after I married her? he wondered. Then he recalled where he was-and what he had come for. "Speak when you're spoken to, slut!" he snapped. "Come over here."
Ari bit her lip. She walked over and stood before her husband. Her head was lowered. "On your knees," he commanded.
The woman just stood there. Frank rocked her head with an open handed slap. "Did you hear me, bitch?" he roared.
She looked at him, and there was fire in those green, green eyes-the fire of passion. "Yes, master," she said. Gracefully she knelt before him.
"Now take my cock out," he said in a taut voice, "and suck on it." When the woman didn't move he leaned down and twisted a handful of her lovely hair in his hand.
"Suck my cock!" he bellowed. He slapped her full across her bountiful jugs. She bit her lip. Then she reached to his fly.
Before he fully realized what was happening, his vagrant wife had his stiff prick out and popped into her mouth! He sighed as her cool, cool lips wrapped around it. He let go of her auburn hair and straightened.
Once more, Ari tasted the full meaty flavor of her husband's cock. It was as delicious as she'd remembered it-and as huge! How good it felt to have her jaws stretched wide to take in that mammoth prick again.
Like an oily serpent her tongue twined around Frank's prick. "Ahhhhh," he said. He caressed her temples with his fingertips.
"She knows how to suck cock, doesn't she?" Rosy asked.
"None better," Frank murmured.
The redheaded lady looked troubled. "But you're not really getting your money's worth," she said. She opened her desk drawer and rummaged inside. "Here."
She walked over and handed the burly man a riding crop. He whipped it through the air, testing its heft. It made a satisfactorily wicked whine. He bent forward, looking down the long, naked back of the woman so happily sucking on his hard cock.
The whip cut air. It landed with a cutting crack on Ari's right buttock. "Mmmmmmmmuuu-uuhhhhhhh!" she moaned around the plug of cock filling her mouth.
Her moan sent stabs of pleasure the length of his cock, but the heightened level of pleasure continued as she began sucking his prick more eagerly than before!
He swung the crop again. This time it struck right between the firm demiglobes of her ass. He knew it hit the dainty pucker of her asshole-but all she did was squeal in delight and fucked her mouth all the way onto his cock!
"Arrrrnrgh!" he groaned as his prick slid down his wife's throat. It was wet and eager as a hungry cunt. And her tongue was like liquid fire curling around his cock.
He started fucking Ari's face hard and fast. As he did so he whipped her bare ass with the riding crop Rosy had given him. A constant shrill rose from Ari's throat. And her mouth was like a vacuum cleaner, exerting incredible suction of his pistoning cock.
Ari was in heaven. How could she ever leave this man! He really knew how to give a woman pleasure! Sucking his prick now as he thrashed her butt was lifting her out of herself, filling her naked body with such joy as she had never known!
"Here it comes, baby!" Frank cried abruptly. He brought the riding crop down on Ari's ass so hard it made a deep furrow in the succulent flesh. His prick pulsed once so hugely that it almost dislocated his wife's jaw. And then Ari's mouth was filled with the sharp, beloved flavor of his come!
Another wad of jism jetted into her mouth. The stuff bathed her questing tongue. She drank it down as fast as she could, even as more and more jism squirted into her mouth. And then she felt her pussy flaming with her own orgasm!
She grabbed her husband's ass with both hands and tried to force even more of his fountaining prick into her greedy face. Come filled her mouth and throat and flowed out her lips around the thick cable of his prick. It ran down her chin and dripped onto her heaving boobs like drops of hot wax.
Then the last of Frank's come was pumped into Ari's face. He relaxed. His cock gave a final throb and began to subside. He pushed the kneeling woman away from him.
Reluctantly, Ari let the fat, limp worm of prick slip from between her lips. A long strand of come stretched between her lips and the tip of the prick. It broke and fell across her thighs. She licked her lips, hungrily scooping up the white goodness of jism that had escaped her sucking mouth.
For a long moment, Frank stood gazing down at her. Slowly, she raised her head. Their eyes met.
"Master," Ari breathed.
The long leather strap smacked bare flesh. "Aiiiiieeee!" Ari screamed. She threw her head back so far that her hair feathered across her husband's bare belly. I hope these cheap motel walls are soundproof! she thought. She rolled her hips around the bar of prick thrust far up her greasy cunt, savoring the way it filled her twat so totally, savoring the smart of the whiplash on her butt.
Frank put his hand against his wife's churning butt. Her pussy sauces felt like lava boiling around his buried prick. With his other hand he snapped the tip of his belt at Ari's naked rump. He loved taking her this way, fucking her with her delicious ass aimed at his face so he could watch the leather bite her flesh.
"Yaaaaaiiiiiuuuuuhhhhh!" Ari cried. "Oh, Frank! I looooove you!"
"You glad I took you away from that whorehouse?" he asked. He pulled his cock out of her so hard his ass drove deep into the bed. They both gasped at the erotic friction the withdrawal of his huge prick sent up in her pussy.
"Ohhhhh! Yes!" Her thigh muscles clenched as she rammed herself back down onto his upwards thrusting prick. Her pussy squelched as it was fucked full of his huge cock. "I wish I'd never run away from you!"
"I wouldn't say that. Mmmmmm-mm!" Hot juices and clinging tightness swirled around his rigid pussy-probing prick. "You learned to like what I've got to give."
Cost a fortune to buy her back from Rosy, he was thinking. But it was worth it-oh, was it ever!
"You're right-ahhh, you're always right!" Her cunt gave his big prick a lewd squeeze.
"Yeow!" he cried. "I'm gonna finish this off, then I'll tie you to the bed and show you what I've got in the closet!"
Ari felt a climax building in her pussy. "I can't wait," she purred.
She was back where she belonged. And where she'd stay.
"I just can't waiiiiiiiit!"