Chapter 6
Wednesday afternoon, Walter waited at his front window for Doris to arrive home from work. As soon as he spotted her familiar wiggle in the distance, he scurried out to the front sidewalk and leaned casually against the fence.
"Afternoon, Doris!" he called just as she was about to turn into her walk.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Briggs!" She was more bright and cheerful than usual. Walter dared hope she might respond to his friendly overture.
"I was just about to pour myself some tea. Would you care to join me, Doris? I have some fresh muffins too. I made them myself, with soy flour for extra protein."
Doris was momentarily touched by the big man's appeal. For the first time, she realized he must be lonely. She almost regretted having to turn him down, until she noticed the shrewd twinkle in his eye as she addressed him. Then she shuddered, as usual in Briggs' presence. "I'm sorry, Mr. Briggs. I'm expecting my lawyer this afternoon. Business before pleasure. Ha, ha."
Her hollow laugh irked Walter more than her refusal of the invitation. He didn't like the way she tried to put on airs with him. When he, of all people, knew what she was really like.
It was with grim satisfaction that he sought out his camera on the top shelf of his closet. Now it was time to put his plan for Doris into action. She had just flubbed her last chance to thwart fate.
Nothing could stop him now.
Doris went right to the bathroom and hurriedly applied fresh makeup and combed her hair. Then she searched her closet for something appealing to wear. She had somewhat misrepresented things to Mr. Briggs outside. The visitor she was expecting was a lawyer, but he was not "her" lawyer. She had met him at the office, and they had made plans for a meeting. Carl Smith had appealed much more to her instinct for pleasure than for business.
She slipped into a floor-length lounging robe just in time to reply to the ringing of the front doorbell. "Hi, Carl. Come on in." The lawyer was not much taller than Doris herself, but his dark good looks made him an imposing figure of a man. He was strong and solid-looking. Already. Doris could imagine his muscular arms holding her close. "What would you like to drink?"
Two drinks later, they were kissing feverishly on the couch. His hand reached inside her robe and fondled her lush naked tits. Her delicate nipples sprang into rubbery erection at his touch.
"God, that feels wonderful!" Doris moaned. She broke away from his grasp and staggered over to the bar. Something about the way the scene was unfolding bothered her. It was as if this Carl Smith expected her to make love to him as his due. She didn't intend to be treated as a free piece of ass, not by anybody. She wasn't horny enough to need Carl Smith, though her body certainly wanted him. Something was missing as far as Doris was concerned.
Carl followed her to the bar and tried to put his arms around her waist. She pulled away from him. "What's the matter, Doris? Don't you want me as much as I want you?"
She smiled mischievously. "That would be an awful lot, wouldn't it?" She sensed the power she held over this man. It would be fun to tease him a little.
Carl looked exasperated. He threw up his arms in despair. "What's happening, Doris? I thought you wanted this as much as I did. Why else would you invite me to your house before you husband gets home from work?"
"Perversity, I guess.'
He shook his head and started back toward the couch. She reached out and grazed her fingertips over the back of his neck. He turned and grasped her arm. His lean handsome face broke into a grin. "You sure are a hard woman to figure out, Doris. Would it help if I told you I'm willing to play the game your way?"
"Of course you are, darling. I just wanted to make sure you respected me enough, that's all."
"Of course I respect you. You're an incredibly beautiful woman." He watched her bright eyes shining with Wanton greed. Suddenly he knew just how to handle her. His hand reached into his pocket. "You know, Doris? I was going to buy you a little token of my esteem on the way over here. But I was so anxious to see you, it clean slipped my mind. Would you take this and get yourself something from me?" He held out a fifty-dollar bill.
Doris looked at the money. For a moment she was not certain she should take it. Then she reached out and enclosed the bill in her palm. Why shouldn't she take it? He could afford it. And she certainly deserved it. "Why, Carl! How sweet of you! Thank you so much!" She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him long and deep. She no longer questioned what she was doing.
Carl felt faintly amused by the eagerness with which the redhead took the money. He wasn't surprised by her greed, though he was somewhat disappointed. His disappointment faded as her voracious tongue searched the back reaches of his throat. Her mouth was hot and hungry. She would be worth the fifty dollars!
"Why don't we go into the bedroom, darling?" She led him into the modest bedroom and slipped out of her robe. She stood naked before him, her ripe tits firm and beckoning, her hips flaring down to the bright red patch of her pubic hair.
One look, and Carl Smith was all business. He wanted to get into that! And quick!
He stripped off his clothes and wrapped the shapely woman in his arms. He felt her breasts yielding sensually against his chest. Her thicket of cunt-hair wriggled invitingly against his groin. His prick was hard and thrust back against her with arrogant need. "You feel good, baby," he whispered into her ear.
Doris was letting herself relax totally. She reveled in the erotic atmosphere of being alone and naked with this handsome, strong man. A man who respected her and her worth. The urgent probing of his fleshy cock against her belly sent wild pleasure-pangs darting through her body. She could hardly wait to feel his penis up inside her hot cunt! "You feel good, too. Oooohh, Carl... I loved the feel of your cock against me."
She expected to be pushed back onto the bed and soundly fucked. But instead Carl was prodding his cock in between her thighs, searching out the craving hole of her pussy while they both stood on the bedroom carpet. His prick found its mark and shoved forward and up. "Oooooohhh...
uuuuuuhhhhhhhh ... God-d-d!" It was incredibly sexy, being fucked standing up like this, quick and deep. "Fuck meeee!"
The tight wet grip of her cunt clung hotly to Carl's prick. He felt a passing wave of weakness that was the closest thing to Paradise he had ever known. Now that the boundaries had been established between them, Doris had, become every bit the woman he had hoped for... and more. Her raw, guts-level sensuality made him feel intensely alive. His cock throbbed with reckless need, eager to lay her low, to fuck her till she couldn't take any more. "Uuuhh, baby,.. Wrap your legs around me. Go ahead. I can take it!"
While his muscular arms supported her back, she raised her feet from the floor and wrapped them around his ass. His hands held her buttocks and guided her pussy easily up and down ove*r his filling prick. "God, Carl... it's good! You're so Strong!" She felt a heady wave of salacious arousal at being treated as if she were no heavier than a doll. As if she were a portable appliance to make his cock feel good. She let her weight rest easily against his arms. The feeling of being raised and lowered, raised and lowered over his cock drove her wild.
From his post in the closet on the other side of the mirror, Walter was getting some very interesting pictures with his camera. He could hardly wait to show them to Doris. He was sure she would be impressed with their lifelike quality.
It titillated the graying man to be spying on the redhead like this, and capturing her depravity for posterity at the same time. The idea of springing the pictures on her made his prick jerk in Ms pants. He took one picture after another, as fast as they developed. Walter was as thrilled as a little boy with his project. He enjoyed the adventure of playing spy and gathering his evidence.
Though he scarcely dared admit it to himself, Walter felt somewhat intimidated by the brute strength with which the small dark man was fucking the redhead up and down over his prick as easily as if she were a handful of liver. He was glad he'd been getting plenty of protein. He'd need all his strength to beat that act.
While he waited for his pictures to develop, he watched hypnotized as the thick swollen cock appeared and disappeared in the wet recesses of the suspended woman. Her wild grunts and groans indicated she was as excited by what was happening to her as Walter was by his lecherous scheme. Confident of the man's strength and reliability, she was working her ass wildly now, screwing herself down on his prick with feverish abandon. "Oooohh, Carl! Screw me! Screw me!"
The lawyer did as she begged him. He bent his knees slightly to brace himself against her weight and fucked her long and deep. At last he noted with satisfaction that she was on the verge of climaxing.
"Oh God! God ... I'm cummmmm-ing-g-g! Aaaaiiieeeeee!"
Even before she had quit groaning out her orgasm he set her down on the bed and helped her position herself on hands and knees. Then he sank his cock deep into her greedy cunt once again, this time from behind. Now he was free to plunder her pussy with total abandon. His goal was to make himself cum, and to give her a fucking she would never forget... a little memory to go with the fifty dollars.
Doris screamed wildly as the man's cock drove deep into her pussy with astounding speed and regularity. She felt herself cum again and again, but each time she had no time to relax and enjoy it, for he kept on pushing her up to another orgasm.Soon she was a quivering mass of sensation, bucking iier ass back with mindless fury. She had never met a-man as energetic as Carl Smith. He was really something! She was glad they had got together! "Carl You're beautiful! Uuuhh! So good!" '
"Yeah, baby! I love fucking that sweet little cunt of yours! Shit, it's so wet! I've never felt anything like it!" Watching her lush ass quivering with each slam of his loins against her drove him up to the very peak of excitement. A few more mighty thrusts, and he let himself coast down the other side. "Uuuuhhh, shit - damn, it's good pussy!" He collapsed on top of her and let himself drift in the sweet hazy aftermath that seemed to last forever, yet was only a moment. He felt her squirming urgentlyunder him.
"You've got to go, Carl! My husband will be home soon."
He got up and started to dress. His movements were slow and unhurried. He had paid his price. He wasn't going to bust his ass getting out of here. At last he was ready. He gave her a quick peck on the cheek. "Be seeing you, baby! Thanks for a good time!"
While Doris lay on the bed and daydreamed about what to do with her fifty dollars, Walter lay his pictures on the kitchen table and surveyed them closely. He smiled with satisfaction. These pictures were worth more to him right now than a solid gold Cadillac.