Chapter 7
Walter was so anxious to spring his surprise on Doris that he hurried over to her side of the duplex as soon as she got home from work the next evening. She was not pleased to see him, but he made sure he had his foot in the door before she had a chance to close it.
"Hi, Doris! Did you have a good day at the office?"
She was annoyed by his presence in her house, but she wasn't quite bold enough to order him out. "Fine, thank you. But I'm very tired ..."
"Ah ha! I suspected as much! That's why I brought you over some of my special high-protein drink. I made it just this afternoon, and my first thought was: I bet poor Doris could use some of this after a hard day on the job. Will you try it? It's delicious!"
Taken totally off guard by the older man's forceful friendliness, Doris watched dumbly as he padded out to her kitchen in his old-fashioned brown slippers. He returned within moments with two glasses of what looked like a milkshake.
"Here. Down the hatch!" He took a long slug, then watched expectantly as she took a timid sip.
The redhead had not been prepared for anything so tasty. She knew Walter Briggs was a health food nut, and she had always equated health food with foods boring and vaguely repulsive like carrot juice with brewer's yeast. But this was rich and creamy, as easy to take as a McDonald's shake. She drank half the glass before she sat in a chair opposite Briggs. He had already made himself comfortable on the couch.
"You're quite a cook, Mr. Briggs." Her manner was polite, but forced. She didn't want to make an enemy of her landlord, but she didn't want to get too chummy with the strange old coot either.
He grinned with pleasure. What Doris didn't know was that the "health" drink had been well spiked with rum. Walter wanted his subject to be relaxed before he sprang his surprise on her. He was pleased that she was drinking the concoction so greedily. But then, he thought, Doris did everything greedily.
"Heck ... there's nothing to something like that, Doris. I'll tell you how to do it sometime. You're right though. I just love to cook. My old lady, back when I was married, she never did care much for cooking. So I decided I'd give it a go. Her cooking had me so I didn't care if I lived or died. Before I knew it, I was making some dishes that'd make one of them cordon blue chefs proud."
Doris had drained her glass. She was surprised to find that the presence of her talkative neighbor wasn't bothering her particularly. She hadn't even felt the old familiar shudders. She began to wonder if maybe she had been wrong about Walter Briggs after all. Maybe he was just a nice old guy who'd gotten a bit strange from not having anyone to talk to.
She didn't have anything in particular to do before Harry got home later. Talking to her landlord might be better than staring at four blank walls. "Where's your wife now, Mr. Briggs?" she asked.
"Walter... why don't you call me, Walter? She's back east somewhere ... I'm not too sure where. All I need to know is she's not around here." He shuddered slightly.
Doris ignored his plea to use his first name. She was not ready to go that far. "That's interesting, Mr. Briggs. I've always wondered how married people could get to hate each other so much they never want to see each other again."
Walter thought of Harry, and the way Doris was making a fool of him behind his back. "You can't imagine ever leaving Harry?" he asked eagerly.
While she pondered the question, her wide green eyes stared at the tank of tropical fish. Her well-lacquered fingers smoothed her thick red hair back from her face. Walter thought she had never looked so beautiful. Though part of him detested her and her ways, another part was thoroughly infatuated with the vain young woman.
"Harry and I have been through a-lot together." She looked at Briggs. Her eyes were solemn. "You see, I come from a place that's strictly nowhere. Harry rescued me. I guess I owe him something for that."
"Well, my dear, I'm certain having you for a faithful, loving wife is all the reward Harry ever expected."
He watched her thoughtful expression switch gears. Once again, she was the conceited, shallow woman he had come to know. Once again, her thoughts permeated no farther than herself and her own desires. "Of course, I expected Harry to go a lot farther than he has. He promised me he'd have his own shoe store some day."
"Well, maybe he will."
Walter was surprised by her harsh laugh. "No, I don't think .so. Harry's really not very ambitious."
Walter was watching her intently. "But You are .... aren't you, Doris?"
The insinuating tone of his question caused Doris to look at him abruptly. She shivered. Once again, Walter had become the cobra and never before had she seen him so close to striking. She rose to her feet. "My: goodness, I talk too much sometimes. I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to go, Mr. Briggs. I have some letters to write, some things to do. I want to be all finished up when Harry gets here."
Walter noticed she was swaying slightly on her feet. The rum was having its desired effect. He grinned at her exasperated expression when he continued to sit placidly on the couch. "Ah, yes. . . lucky old Harry. How could any man deserve such a devoted, thoughtful little wife!"
Doris was getting nervous. She didn't like the mocking familiarity in the older man's voice. "I'm afraid I really do have to ask you to leave, Mr. Briggs."
His smiling face suddenly became cold as iron. "You're repeating yourself, Doris. Why don't you sit down? I have something to discuss with you."
The abrupt change in his manner shocked the redhead so much that she obeyed his command without question. She slumped back down into the chair and watched him like a frightened child waiting for a scolding. "Discuss . .. What?"
He pulled a plain brown envelope from the inside pocket of his well-worn smoking jacket. He waved the envelope at her for a moment, then he opened it and pulled out some photographs. "I was interested to hear you talk about how much love and gratitude you have for your husband, Doris. Good old Harry, rescuing you from your past. And how do you repay him? By fucking your boss at work? By fucking the door-to-door salesmen? And the lawyers? Who else, Doris?"
The redhead's jaw dropped. She stared unbelieving at the big man for a minute. Then she scratched her head and giggled nervously. He was bluffing her! That must be it! "Come on now, Mr. Briggs! You've been reading too many stories. Now you're thinking that real life is like that, too!"
Once again, Walter was smiling. But it was an evil smile. He held all the cards, and he knew it. He reveled in his power over this lovely, selfish bitch! "Maybe, Doris..." he agreed amiably. He watched her breathe a deep sigh of relief. "But the funniest part is . .. my camera seems to be reading the same books." He lay the stack of pictures on the coffee table in front of her, and waited for her to pick them up.
Doris went rigid. There was no doubt in her mind now that she was caught. The question was: What did Walter Briggs intend to do with his sordid information? Slowly, she reached for the pictures and leafed through them. They were pictures of her and Carl Smith, fucking wildly, obviously enjoying themselves to no end. She stared defiantly at Briggs and began to tear the photos in half, one by one.
"Does that make you feel better, sweetie?" His mockery enraged her. Her features trembled with seething anger. "It sure does, you lousy bastard! How the fuck did you-get these pictures anyway?"
"That's for me to know and you to find out, Doris my pretty. Maybe if you're a good girl, someday I'll tell you. In the meantime, I'm glad you're enjoying yourself so much. But I'm sorry you don't like my camerawork, Doris."
"I think it stinks! How dare you try to scare me with a cheap trick like this?!"
Walter could see the girl from the wrong side of the tracks coming out in Doris. Suddenly she was tough, mean, invulnerable. There was no doubt that she knew what the school of hard knocks was all about. "I'm not trying to scare you, beautiful. Impress you, maybe." His notrils flared for a moment as he watched her tits heaving inside her skimpy blouse with the fury of her efforts. "You've never seen the little darkroom I have over at my place, have you, Doris? I used to be quite a camera buff, back when my old lady was around. I always had hobbies then, to keep her out of my hair. Anyway, the point is, Doris, it was no trick for me to make copies of all those pictures. You're just wasting your time, baby!"
The remaining photos fell from Doris's hands.
She was defeated. She was hoping that, since they were instant pictures, there wouldn't be any negatives. She realized now that Walter Briggs was way ahead of her. He was every bit the cobra she had always taken him for.
Tears began to run from the redhead's eyes. She was helpless now, still angry but frustrated in her rage. There was nothing she could do to hurt the big man the way he was trying to hurt her. She stared unseeing at the carpet and spoke in a low monotone. "What do you want from me, pig fucker? You know we're not rich, or we wouldn't be living in this dump of yours! How much do you want?"
"I hope you don't think I'm trying to blackmail you, Doris. I'm not that kind of a guy. I was just... playing around." Walter's features were inscrutable. But inside he was wearing the delighted grin of a kid in a candy store. He enjoyed getting all this attention from the sexy redhead, and it didn't much matter how he'd got it. All he needed to know was that he had the upper hand.
His reassurances inflated Doris's bravado. She overstepped her bounds. "Good! Because you're not getting one stinking penny from me! You can stick all your lousy pictures up your ass!"
Her taunting, vulgar words were annoying Walter. It was time he brought her down a peg or two. He went on speaking, as though he had not heard her crude jibes. "On the other hand, I'm sure you wouldn't want Harry to know all about what you've been doing behind his back. He just might dump you like a hot potato. And then where would you be, tough girl!" He spat the last words at her, grinning as he watched her wilt under his vindictive assault.
It was only when Briggs mentioned the possibility of Harry finding out about her sexual escapades that Doris felt the full horror of what that would mean. He might leave her!
It was not that Harry in himself meant that much to her. But he was the only man she had right now. None of the other lovers had offered to take her under their wings. The thought of being alone in the world terrified the young woman. She had never done it. Dim visions of herself having to move back in with her poverty-stricken mother made her crumble into wild despair.
She spoke bravely, trying to reassure herself as much as combat Walter. "I've got a job! I don't need Harry! I could get along!"
"Yeah! And how long do you think it will be before Bill Swenson gets tired of having you around? That kind of guy goes through a couple of women a year, at least. You're a new plaything right now, baby .. .but there's plenty more where you came from. And the other guys? Without Harry around to keep you looking respectable, you'd soon be nothing better than a common whore. But maybe that's what you want. They say there's a whore in every woman."
"Stop it! Stop it! Shut up, will you!" Doris's protest was loud and anguished. With razor sharpness, Walter had managed to exorcise from her deepest subconscious all her girlhood fears. She didn't want to be disgraced! She didn't want to be a whore! If she got rid of Harry, she wanted it to be because she decided to do it... because she had another man to go to.
Doris realized her major weakness. She couldn't stand to be alone. A couple hours was as long as she could take without rushing off to the drugstore to talk to the clerk ... somebody ... anybody. Being alone brought back all her most grotesque nightmares that were based in harsh reality. The nights her mother had left her and the rest of the kids alone ... all night... until she finally came back at dawn with some drunken sailor and made the kids go outside and play, even before the sun was up.
Walter knew the minute Doris had given up. All the fight was gone out of her. She was his. "Of course, Doris, Harry need never know a thing about any of this. The pictures could remain a part of my private collection. Nobody will be the wiser, if..."
She looked up at "him dully. She was resigned to whatever price he might ask her to pay. "If what, Mr. Briggs?"
"If you keep me happy, my pretty." His eyes sparkled. Seeing her vulnerable and defeated like this filled him with desire for her. His cock lurched expectantly in his pants. The golden prize was at hand.
Without a moment's hesitation, she agreed to his terms. "Okay, Mr. Briggs. What will keep you happy?" She looked into his eager, shining eyes. To her own surprise, she did not experience the familiar shudders. Then she realized what the difference was. She did not need to worry any more about being stalked by the cobra. She was already caught. Briggs was no longer an unspecified threat to her. He was her tormentor: It was true, what they said. A known enemy is better than the unknown.
Walter had to swallow hard before he could speak. His excitement was almost more than he could bear. "It would make me happy if you sucked my prick."
Automatically, Doris rose from her chair and walked over to Walter. She dropped to her knees in front of him and began to tug at the zipper of his fly. Almost before the older man knew what was happening, his cock was in her hand, naked and throbbing and growing quickly. He watched her eyes grow wide, despite her misery, as his prick swelled to its full nine inches. "Suck it, baby," he told her. He urged her red head down over his eager penis.
Doris did not have to be told twice. She wanted nothing more than to get her humiliation over with as quickly as possible. She had never felt so debauched, so used. Even in the worse days when she was growing up, she had managed to hold onto her self-respect. Walter Briggs was doing his best to rob her of that right now.
At his urging, she took his swollen cock-staff deep into her throat and began to suck energetically. Even in her despair, she marveled at the length and girth of the big man's prick. It was huge! It was an effort for her to take even two-thirds of it into her mouth. And Walter's hands pushing down on her head were forcing her to take it all! She opened wide and relaxed the muscles in her throat. To her own surprise, she was taking all of him deep inside. She would never have thought it was possible. "Mmmmmppphhhh!"
Her muffled groan was music to Walter's ears. At last he had the sexy redhead's hot lips wrapped around his throbbing cock. It was something he had dreamed about right from the first moment he met her. Only recently, though, had he thought his dreams might ever become reality. He had been resigned to watching Doris make love to others, until it occurred to him there was no reason why he shouldn't be giving her some of the loving she so obviously craved.
"Jee-zuz, Doris! Suck it! That's the way! Eeee! Wow!" After all the months it had been since he had had sex with a woman, Walter had pretty well forgotten how good a soft, welcoming mouth could feel on a hard aching cock. Doris's mouth felt like molten butter. She worked her lips skillfully up and down his penis-shaft, licking him here and there with quick titillating jabs. From time to time, she would stop to nibble the sensitive underside where the glans met the shaft. The stimulation from that erotic exercise made the semen bubble hotly in his balls. "God, Doris! What a mouth you've got, baby! You're really something!"
Kneeling in servile debasement in front of her landlord's stiff cock, Doris almost forgot the circumstances that had brought her to her present humiliation. She began to concentrate totally on the task at hand. And as soon as she let herself do that, she became enthralled by the rubbery texture and hard swollen touch of his cock against her lips. Never in her life had she seen a cock so large and thick. It filled her mouth to numbing capacity. Imagine what it would do to her pussy!
The thought made a little lewd tingle ricochet down her spine. Then she reminded herself who this man was and what he had done to her. For a moment the tingle abated. But as soon as her guard was down, it began again. It was impossible for Doris to be this close to a turgid cock and not to respond to it. Lechery was in her blood. As soon as she surrendered to the big man, gave up the hate she had been feeling, she left herself wide open to the kinds of feelings she would have preferred to reserve for her selected boyfriends.
This big lummox was forcing her to do this thing to him! She couldn't let herself enjoy it! So said he; brain, but Doris had a very rebellious body. It was that that had gotten her into trouble in the first place.
The alcohol from the protein drink contributed to Doris's downfall. It made her blood race hotly through her veins. It accentuated the titillating masochistic feelings that her debasement had provoked. Despite her best intentions, Doris could feel her panty-crotch growing moist under her skirt. In time, it ceased 'to matter whose cock she was sucking. The important facts were that she was kneeling on her living room rug, between a big man's legs, giving head to his enormous hard cock.
The facts spoke for themselves. They wrenched lust-pangs from the depths of the redhead's belly and sent them darting throughout her trembling body. The harder she sucked, the more wantonly her tongue circled the thick cock between her lips, the more turned on she became.
With demonic frenzy, she bobbed her head up and down over Walter Briggs' tumescent member. She stabbed her tongue-tip urgently into the little slit in the glans. She fluttered her lips teasingly over the whole stiff shaft. Her low moans set up vibrations inside her mouth that helped add to the erotic sensations assaulting Walter's long-neglected prick. "Mmmmmm . .. uuuuuhhhh.... "
The retired landlord was clinging to Doris's thick red hair for dear life. It had been a long time since anything this lewdly thrilling had happened in Walter's predictable existence. His cock was buried to the hilt in a honeyed mouth with the tantalizing lures of a thousand feathers, a hundred tiny vibrators. Actually experiencing the incredible energy of the redhead's sexuality was far more exciting than Walter had anticipated. Having Doris suck his pulsing cock made watching her through his peep-holes in the closet seem a pallid delight. "Aaahhhh ... do it, baby! Suck it! Suck it!" In all his fifty years, Walter had never been this aroused.
Sensing the urgency of the older man's need, Doris worked her head frenziedly over his burgeoning cock-shaft. She could feel it growing even larger and harder, which seemed incredible in light of the size and rigidity it had already attained. Working her mouth like a subtle massage machine, she brought Walter Briggs to the very peak and then lured him all the way over the top ...
"Uuuuuhhh ... Christ. .. I'm cummm-ing-g-g!" How good it felt to spill his pent-up load deep into the sexy redhead's throat! He looked' down at her pretty, lust-distorted face and grinned as her tongue lapped greedily at the few stray drops that dribbled down his glans. "You liked that, didn't you, baby?" he taunted her.
His goading words brought Doris back to harsh reality. Now she could only feel shame and self-loathing for having responded so openly to someone who only sought to humiliate her. She wiped her face with the back of her hand and glared up at him. "I only did it to get you off my back ... and you know it!"
"Yeah, I know, Doris my pretty. You really hate sex. All those men have been holding you down and forcing you. Look, sweetheart, I've learned one thing in my fifty years, and that's that a blowjob like you just gave me is pretty damned hard to come by. A girl who can do it has to know what she's doing, and like it."
Doris stared sullenly at the floor and said nothing.
"Okay, you can get up now." He stared greedily at her lush curves inside her tight-fitting blouse and skirt. For a minute he was tempted to get her to strip for him. But no ... not now .. ..there would be time for that. He wanted to save and savor every aspect of her sexuality.
"Well, have I made you happy?" She spat out the words, still not looking at him.
"You have, my dear. And you'll make me even happier, I'm sure, up at my little mountain hideaway this weekend."
"What!? ... I can't! You mean you're not going to give me my pictures?" Doris was too shocked to be angry .. . yet.
"What's your hurry? You'll get your pictures. In the meantime, why don't you enjoy this? I bet you. haven't seen many like this one in your time." He waggled his cock at her before stuffing it back in his fly. He grinned as he watched her biting her lip anxiously. Her gaze remained fixed on his crotch until his zipper was safely closed.
"I can't get away," she murmured. She looked pale, discouraged. "Harry would never understand.
"I'm sure you'll think of some excuse, my pretty. I have every confidence in you." he left Doris to her thoughts. At home, he fixed himself a T-bone steak and cottage cheese. He went to bed early and slept soundly. Walter was past the age where excitement kept him awake. Now he used sleep to prepare himself for the excitement.