Chapter 13
Harry was surprised at how quickly he was able to digest Doris's stunning piece of information. He had no doubt at all what he had to do about it.
Signaling the blonde that it was time to leave, he slowly put on his clothes. "I think you've saved us both a lot of problems, Doris," he told his wife. "I guess I knew, when I started seeing Emily, that I needed an excuse to make something happen in our marriage. I could tell you weren't happy. And neither was I. I figured there wasn't much point living a life with that much misery in it." He smiled fondly at the terrified blonde. "Emily helped make me feel good again."
Doris was astonished. "But... you always seemed so ... so content, Harry. I thought nothing could ever get you off your ass and out doing something. I wanted you to be a doer, Harry. I can't stand stagnating."
"Well, from now on, you can handle your life however you please, Doris. I'm sure we can come to a reasonable agreement about the divorce. Good-night, Doris .. . Briggs." He nodded politely and ushered his young girl friend out of the room.
The deserted wife still felt nothing but astonishment. No anguish over losing her husband. She realized her relationship with Harry had effectively died a long time ago. She grinned feebly at Walter. "I hope I can do it on my own." Even loneliness didn't frighten her as much as it once might have. She realized Walter's strong presence was protecting her from her fears.
The big man brought her a bathrobe to cover her nakedness and a glass of water. "Drink it," he said. "It'll make you feel better." And she did. Her big green eyes looked hopefully up at him.
"You're right. I feel better."
"Don't you worry about a thing, Doris. I've got plans for you. I think you'll go for it. With your talent and my brains, we could make a fortune."
They sat on the bed and talked for several hours. Doris talked out her strange emotionless response to losing her husband. They finally decided that she was probably just not the kind of person who could have real emotions about another person.
But that did not bar her from passion. She could enjoy great passions with many men, and keep her emotions for herself.
Walter finally revealed the secret of his closet hiding place. He could see the idea titillated Doris.
But they had no sexual contact that evening. . Even Doris recognized the propriety of calling one night's moratorium for the end of a marriage. When Briggs left for his own side of the duplex, he and the redhead had come to an understanding.
They realized there was some kind of a guts-level attachment between them. But it was not the kind of feeling that would fit into a marriage. Both of them were too selfish, too set in their ways, to want that kind of a mundane commitment.
But they had one overwhelming thing in common. They were devoted to the kind of self-oriented sexuality that thrives on the bizarre, that has no need for the normal emotions of love and fidelity. Walter had already noticed Doris's attachment to money and gifts. He accepted the fact that she enjoyed being pampered. She enjoyed sharing her bounteous favors with the men who were willing to pay the price.
"Now don't be offended, Doris," he said, "But you're a born whore."
Once she got over the shock of the dread word, Doris realized that from Walter Briggs, such an observation was a compliment. She was as clqse to being his kind of woman as any woman could ever be. "Maybe you're right."
"Sure I'm right. And a woman like you could get a lot of favors from a lot of men... men. willing to pay through the nose for your company. Not cheapskates like Bill Swensen who for a lousy salary gets to enjoy your gorgeous body at no extra charge." Walter was not quite as emotionless as Doris. He resented the young accountant because he knew Doris was attracted to him.
Doris was quick to accept the older man's assessment of her young lover's motives. "I'd quit tomorrow if I had some other way to support myself."
"Then quit, baby. And leave it all up to me."
Over the years, Walter had built up a network of acquaintances who could help him get to the source of whatever it was he wanted. Now he started to establish contacts to build up a business for Doris. His agreement with the redhead was that he would split her take fifty-fifty, and he would watch her perform through the one-way glass. Doris would no longer have to pay him rent for her apartment. Both of them felt it was a good working arrangement. Doris had someone indulge her to keep her from feeling lonely. And she had the freedom to indulge whatever fantasies should appeal to her. To her surprise, she found the loose, security she enjoyed with Walter was the most comforting she had ever known.
Her first client was a well-dressed man in his early thirties. He was strong and self-confident, and appreciative of her scantily clad beauty. Doris liked him right away. She had been slightly apprehensive about her new career, but she realized now that she would have no trouble adjusting. She didn't even have to worry about bothersome emotional attachments. The men knew what they were there for, and they were eager to please.
"Can I call you Mike?" she asked him as she led him into the bedroom. Whereas before the room had been neat but boring in decor, now it was liberally decorated with plants and flowing prints draped across the walls. Walter had even installed a thick pile carpet. It was a perfect den of lust. In this setting, a client could imagine himself far away from the day-to-day worries of living.
"Baby," the man told her as he wrapped her in his arms and began to kiss her neck, "you call me anything you like. I think I'll just call you sugar, because you are sweet enough to eat." He began to hurriedly pull away her clothing, nibbling her firm flesh down over her tits, her belly.
While Walter watched from the other side of the see-through mirror, the man called Mike began to eat Doris's pussy. The redhead stood shakily over him, her head thrown back in a look of wanton ecstasy. She smiled tauntingly into the mirror, aware that the older man was watching her.
Walter grinned at her saucy gesture. What Doris didn't know was that there was a big surprise in for her this evening. Mike had confided to Walter his favorite fantasy, and asked if the woman might be interested, Walter had assured the young man that Doris was up for anything.
He had never discussed such a perversion with the redhead. But he was sure that, once she got a taste of it, she would love it.
The time for his entry was approaching, but in the meantime he would sit back and enjoy his hobby of watching Doris feeling good in her bedroom. He had great hopes for their new business association. As he saw it, Doris would be keeping him happily in amusements for some time to come. And the best part of it was, at the same time, he would be earning a nice nest egg for his retirement. That was what he liked about their unusual relationship. They were both deriving from it the thing they most craved. And they had company when they needed it.
The man's face was eagerly buried up under the red thatch of Doris's cunt. His fingertips held her pussy-lips wide while his tongue searched the most secret parts of her sensitive slit.
Doris was feeling shaky. "Oh Mike," she warbled. "I think I have to lie down." The intensity of the feelings darting through her loins were too much for the sexy redhead. She didn't want the effort of trying to stay on her feet. She wanted to just lie back and enjoy.
"Sure thing, sugar.'* He picked her up and lay her down gently on the bed, so her ass was positioned right near the edge and her legs hung over the side. He knelt once again in the thick pile of the carpet. His tongue darted out and prodded her fleshy pussy. It worked slowly down to the real object of his desire-her tight-puckered asshole.
Making a little spear of his tongue, he shoved it far into her nether hole. The redhead squirmed her ass down salaciously onto his irreverent probe. "Ooooooohhhhh, Mike .. . that feels wonderful! Aaaiiieeeeee!" No man had ever licked her sensitive asshole with such wanton enthusiasm. She could feel all her inhibitions evaporating. It no longer mattered that she and the man were doing business here together. All that concerned her was the galloping pleasure. She wanted more.
Delighted with the lascivious response of Doris's churning ass, Mike worked slavishly to give the lovely whore the rim job of a lifetime. His tongue worked first with petal-soft teasing motions, then with hard urgent fucking motions. The woman's moans and whimpers egged him on in his work. Mike felt he could go on forever for a woman who appreciated his efforts. This redhead was the most appreciative woman he had ever met. He grinned and licked for long minutes, until his hard cock could stand no more neglect. Then he rose and began to strip.
While she watched her client undress, Doris grinned wantonly at him and undulated her ass against the mattress. She could feel the hot juices flowing from her pussy. She needed cock. Her face curved into a lusty grin when Mike bared his thick, solid cock. That was it! Just what she was after!
She reached forward and grabbed his blood-engorged member, using it to lead him to the bed. "It's a beautiful cock, Mike. I can hardly wait to feel it in me."
She urged him to lie on his back and she went to work. She began to plant tantalizing little kisses down over his chest and belly until she reached his hard throbbing cock. She kissed the tip tenderly, extending her tongue and jamming it inside the foreskin. Her sensuous tongue-massage between foreskin and cock-head was the most titillating sensation the man had ever experienced. He began to grind his loins upward, urging her to take more of his ramrod cock.
At last she pulled back the foreskin and began to suck in earnest his sensitized organ. While her lips worked hungrily, her tongue darted out in quick little stabbing motions, as unpredictable as the woman herself. These extra surges of pleasure made Mike groan. He closed his eyes and let her do it to him. Her wet welcoming mouth was carrying the man to a paradise or orgiastic abandon. He could feel the raunchy urges soaring through his balls. He wondered when Walter would come in. He was ready to turn his fondest fantasy into reality.
Walter removed his clothes in the hallway and stood at the door watching the couple for some time. He watched the redhead's mouth work eagerly up and down over the client's upthrusting prick while her ass wriggled wantonly in the air behind her. Her gleaming half moons lured the big man to the bed. He watched Doris's startled look when she felt his hand on her buttocks.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, looking back and forth between the two men.
"Mike here asked me to help make this a threesome."
Doris was pleased. Despite- all her experience, she had never had two men at once before. She entertained lewd visions of sucking one cock while the other skewered her pussy wide. Her cunt throbbed greedily. "Okay, boys ... let's see who can last the longest."
Walter grinned indulgently at his young protege. It was just like Doris to see the situation as a challenge. He had visions of keeping the two of them going all night.
"Okay, baby." He climbed onto the bed. It amused him that he still held the upper hand. Doris did not know just what the men had in mind. "Come on, baby," he urged her. "Why don't you climb onto that nice hard prick?"
Eagerly Doris followed Walter's suggestion. She straddled Mike's loins and lowered her pussy over his saliva-gleaming cock. Sitting all the way down, she groaned at the thick filling feel of his cock spreading her pussy wide. Without hesitation, she began to raise and lower her hips, fucking the man with slow sensual movements. She smiled mischievously at Walter. "How am I doing, Big Daddy?"
"You're doing great, Doris my pretty." While she watched him, he wet his finger with spit and shoved it into her asshole.
"Uuuuuhh! Yess, that's nice! Oh Walter, you do the sexiest things!" Then she realized she had better pay a little more attention to her paying customer. "Mike darling ... your big cock feels so good inside. Eeee, I love it!" When the younger man grabbed her hips and shoved his cock hard up into her, she squealed with abandoned delight. She ground her ass down whorishly onto Walter's finger while her pussy nibbled greedily at Mike's turgid cock.
Walter could feel the redhead's sphincter relaxing. He knew it was time. Pushing her forward slightly onto Mike's chest, Walter straddled the other man's legs and guided his swollen cock-head toward the upturned slit between her buttocks. He watched Mike's cock sliding wetly in and out of her cunt. The thought that he too would soon be fucking the lusty young woman made his cock pulse with anticipation.
It did not register on Doris for several moments what the men had planned for. her. It was only when she felt the larger, blunt pressure against her asshole that she tried to shimmy forward to escape. "Oh no!" she wailed. "Not two of you at once! I can't! You'll tear me in two!*'
Walter held the squirming redhead firmly down against the young man's loins. "Relax, my-pretty! You're going to love it!" He shoved his cock-tip up into her clenched asshole and slowly began to set up a screwing rhythm. Mike remained motionless under the two of them, waiting for the big man's cue to go ahead.
Doris held perfectly still while the older man's big prick started to saw its way back and forth in her most tender passage. It seemed impossible to the young woman that she could take two such big cocks at once and not be hurt. She could feel Mike's swollen prick resting motionless in her pussy while Walter explored her clasping rectum. It was a strange awesome feeling, having those two cocks up inside her like that, filling her as she had never been filled before.
Suddenly the lusty woman realized that what she was experiencing was the ultimate in depravity. She was being reamed by two filling pricks at once, each one of them capable of intense pleasure. The pleasure from both of them could only be twice as good. Moaning submissively, she began to wriggle her ass tentatively back against Walter's loins.
"Oooooohhh ... God-d-d, yesssss ... do it to meeee! Fuck my pussy! Fuck my ass! Shit, I want to feel it all! Do it! Do it!" Wailing like a wild thing, she started to slap her buttocks fitfully back against her protector's loins. She was so wet and willing now, she had no fear of being hurt. The only thing that could possibly happen would be that she would be pleasured to death. And what a way to go!
Mike saw that his time to join the action was at hand. Synchronizing his movements to the older man's steadily thrusting prick, he began to spread wide the clutching walls of her pussy. He could feel Walter's cock moving a thin membrane away. It was a strange sensation.
The young client's senses were being inundated: by Doris's cries, by Walter's lusty groans and bellows, by the movement of Walter's cock against his own, by the slap and squish and odor of cocks spreading wide soft yielding flesh. He could feel the load in his testicles bubbling hotly, desperate for release. But he wanted to experience just a little more. The reality was so much better than the fantasy had ever been. This gutsy little redhead was fulfilling the man's wildest dream to perfection.
"Oh, sugar!" he moaned. "You are really something special. You are the hottest little mama I have ever come across!"
For a long time, the threesome became absorbed in the sheer orgiastic titillation going on all around them, stimulating every part of their beings. Doris had never felt so intensely fulfilled. Her belly had never pulsed so happily. She knew now with unwavering conviction that joining forces with Walter had been the best thing for her. Walter had made a real man's woman out of a frustrated housewife.
Walter watched proudly as his redhead writhed passionately beneath him. She was such a hot wench. Finding clients for her was the only way the older man could ever have hoped to keep up with her craving sexuality. But he was proud of her, proud of her bottomless lust for life. He knew they would do well together.
Both of them were ruthless in their pursuit of their own happiness.
Suddenly the big man's thoughts were interrupted by Doris's howling proclamation: "I'm cummm-ing-g-g! Oh God! It's won-n-derful!"
The men followed close after her, one behind the other.
"Oh Christ, sugar... I'm cumming with you!"
"Look out, Doris baby! Here I cummmmm!"
That evening cost Mike a hundred and twenty-five dollars. But he never doubted for a moment that it was well worth every penny.
In only a few months, Doris and Walter were able to afford adjoining apartments in an expensive uptown building. Walter had a new peephole cut, and things went on as before. The clients seldom knew their performance was being monitored on the. other side of the mirror. But Doris knew, and enjoyed every minute of putting on her shows for her old man.
Walter and Doris had found the closest thing to trust and contentment either one of them had ever known. They made a good team. United in lust, they thrived on their self-indulgent existence.