Chapter 6
Honey spread her legs. The nude girls on either side of her did the same, but she added something extra.
Drawing her finger up the oozing slit of her pussy, Honey passed the pungent result under her nose and made her nostrils flare. Then she tasted it and murmured with satisfaction. She was sweet tonight.
"I want that one," the middle-aged man said to the pimp.
"Congratulations. I always like to do business with a man who has good taste," Carlos chuckled, his hands rubbing together in anticipation of money. "Of course, she costs a little more than the others. Three hundred bucks."
"Gee ... I dunno," the man said. "That's pretty steep for a piece of ass."
"Not for the best. She'll take your cock in her mouth, ass and cunt all night long," Carlos assured him. "You won't regret it."
"Okay," the man agreed, his round face flushing with excitement. "I want the best."
"You've got her," Carlos grinned, his gold tooth twinkling.
After the money changed hands, Honey led her trick into a private room. There was no doubt for what use it was intended. The only furnishing was a gigantic water bed with satin sheets. There was a mirror on the ceiling.
"Let's get you out of those clothes," Honey said. "I can't wait to get started on your cock."
She meant it. Honey loved her work. She was a natural-born whore. When he had recruited her off the street, Carlos had discovered a gold mine.
With quick efficiency, Honey stripped her latest customer. She was pleased by the surprising hardness of his body, especially his prick. His cock was as lean and firm as somebody's young enough to be his son.
"Mmmmmm, I'm going to enjoy this," Honey murmured, stroking the man's twitching dick.
"I'll bet you say that to everybody," he kidded as the tip of his prick glistened with a pearl of jizz.
"Only the ones with big cocks," Honey chuckled, before kneeling to kiss the swollen head of his stiff cock. "What's your name, stud?"
"Ph-Phil," he sputtered like he wasn't quite sure. The head of his cock had disappeared between Honey's soft lips and he was suddenly lightheaded from the rush of blood to his groin.
"Well, Phil," Honey answered with a mouthful of dick, "I'm going to deep-throat you. Suck your prick all the way down to your balls. Now you can just stand there and let me do all the work, or, if you're the pistol I think you are, you can fuck me in the mouth."
Abruptly, she was slurping, sliding her lips down his rigid cock. She stopped when pubic hair was tickling up her nose and his hot nuts churned in the space between her lower lip and chin.
Honey had misled Phil when she had given him the choice between sucking and fucking. She was never satisfied unless a man did a total number in her mouth with his cock.
Collapsing her cheeks while her throat tightened into an oral cunt, Honey applied unbearable pressure on the prick in her mouth. For good measure, she snaked a finger under Phil's hairy balls and, without warning, stabbed his ass-hole.
Before Phil knew what was happening, his hips were gyrating. It was already too late for him to stop fucking Honey in the mouth even if he'd wanted to. Male instinct had taken over.
As the prick surged down her throat, Honey pulled Phil onto the bed. As they lay side by side, she shifted her body in a half-circle until her damp pussy was staring him in the face.
Phil's mouth was drawn to Honey's luscious cunt as if there were invisible wires attaching his face to her crotch. When the lips of his mouth met the lips of her pussy, his tongue stiffened like a cock and darted inside the gooey slit of her twat.
A sixty-nine on a water bed was a fantastic experience. The partners could bend themselves into incredible positions. Honey and Phil tried them all until he couldn't hold back any longer.
"I'm going to come in your mouth!" he announced, his dick jerking just before the explosion.
Phil's cock gushed hot cum in Honey's mouth. His jizz was just the way she liked it. Scalding and sweet.
After swallowing about half the cum, Honey let the rest spill from her mouth, splashing her tits, belly and thighs. While Phil watched, she massaged his sticky cream into her flesh, telling him how much she loved the feel of fresh jizz on her bare skin.
"Are you ready to stick your dick into something tighter than my mouth?" Honey asked when she was glistening with male juice.
She had checked out his cock from the corner of her eye while she was playing with his cum. It was still strong and hard.
"Uh, sure," Phil boyishly gulped, just now discovering that his prick still had a bone in it.
"Where do you want to fuck me?" Honey purred like a kitten, while she rubbed against her trick like an alley cat in heat.
Hungrily, Phil looked her over. Honey was the same age as his oldest daughter. They were both tall, slim blondes with cheerleader looks. Teenage dreams.
The resemblance between Honey and his daughter made Phil twice as horny as he would have been ordinarily. He wanted to try something low-down and dirty. Kinkier than the blah style of fucking that was all his uptight wife would lie still for.
"The man I gave the money to," Phil rasped. "Your, uh...."
"Pimp," Honey said proudly.
"He said you'd take my cock ... well, anywhere I wanted."
Reading his mind, Honey rolled over on the bed and spread the cheeks of her ass under Phil's nose.
Her ass-hole was red and shining, just waiting to be fucked.
"Is this what you're wondering about, lover?" Honey cooed.
"Yes," Phil panted with excitement, touching the sweet hole he desired.
"Put your finger inside," Honey urged. "Feel how tight it is."
Phil plunged his finger up the narrow channel. He had intended to only penetrate up the first joint, but the probe carried him to the final knuckle. Honey was squeezing her ass-muscles and turning on the juice, giving him a thrilling hint of the joy that would be his when he finally stuck his cock up her ass and fucked her to the hilt.
"Wiggle it around," Honey said. "It makes a girl's ass nice and wet when a guy finger-fucks it in advance. A little finger-fucking makes your prick slide right up a tight ass-hole when it's time to get down to business."
Phil's finger began to squirm like a fish swimming upstream. Quickly, Honey told him to add another one. Then a third.
"Oooooh," Honey moaned. "I'm so greedy. Put your whole hand in my ass, lover. Let's make that hole really big."
Phil didn't think it was possible, but the walls of Honey's ass were so elastic that his last two fingers were easily taken. Her ass-hole stretched like a cunt, even as it retained its tightness.
"Make a fist?" Honey cried.
With his hand up to the wrist in Honey's ass, Phil drew his fingers into a ball. His knuckles were digging into the spongy lining, instinctively flexing for a brutal thrust.
"Ram me!" Honey shouted. "Fist-fuck my ass!"
It was an uppercut, the most powerful punch a human being can deliver. The momentum propelled Phil's fist all the way to the entrance of Honey's bowels. Her shit boiled, splashing against his knuckles.
Coming like a house afire from the wondrous pain in the pit of her gut, Honey squirmed in a crossfire of agony and ecstasy. With the overhead mirror obscenely reflecting the whole story, the water bed below sloshed like a stormy sea from the fist-fucking action.
When Phil finally withdrew his hand, Honey's ass-hole gaped like a circular wound. It would never be more ready to take a stiff hard-on than it was now.
Phil had one. His cock was standing straight up rather than merely straight out. To center its barbed head with Honey's ass-hole, he had to force it down.
"Stick it in," Honey told him. "Fuck my ass with your big, strong prick."
Phil pushed. The head of his dick vanished. Her ass-muscles clutched it with equal parts of strength and softness.
He pushed again. A third of his cock was gone. His balls were already on fire.
Another shove up Honey's tight ass. Half a cock gone.
Again. Only two or three inches of Phil's blue-veined hard-on were showing.
"Give me the whole thing!" Honey shrieked. "I want every inch of your cock up my ass! NOW!"
The last shove was the best. Both partners were delirious as ass and prick became one.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Honey cried.
Honey glanced up at the mirror on the ceiling. She could see it all. The thick cock pumping in her ass. The rubbery rim of her ass-opening stretching back and forth with every stroke. Leaking juice glistening on the inner slope of her flared cheeks. It was a beautiful sight.
With her eye still on the mirror, Honey urged Phil to come. To fill her ass with hot jizz.
Phil didn't have to be told to shoot his wad. His balls were churning.
As Honey watched in the mirror, her ass was flooded with cum from the spurting cock within it. The rim of her ass-hole swelled from the liquid pressure within. Then, the seal of cock and ass was broken. Jism sparkled in the open, bubbling around the root of the hilted prick.
The more Phil's cock erupted, the more the pressure increased-until his prick was forced from Honey's ass-hole. Unblocked, the cum spilled out like it was pouring from a faucet.
"Oh, baby, like I said before, I ought to pay you to fuck me," Honey moaned, as she rolled over, splashing in jism. "You're something else."
"Thanks," Phil grinned. He felt like a stud for the first time since college.
"I hope you're not going to rest on your laurels," Honey said slyly.
She spread her legs. There was her juicy cunt. Still unfucked. Leering and begging for a stiff cock inside its meaty walls.
Phil wasn't sure he was up to fucking again so soon. But when he noticed that Honey's eyes were trained between his legs, he looked down and saw that he had nothing to worry about. His prick was as straight as could be, even though its head was still damp with the cum it had spilled only moments before. Even as a horny teenager, he had never had this much stamina.
"Come here and fuck me in the cunt, lover," Honey beckoned. She flexed her pussy, making the thick, rosy lips flutter. like a moth to a flame, Phil was irresistibly drawn to Honey's wide-open crotch. As he traced his fingertips along the throbbing seams of her red-hot cunt, her clit popped into the open, thrusting with erectness. When Phil fingered the magic button, a pint of juice welled in the gash of Honey's twat and trickled across her loins.
Swiftly, Phil was fitting his hips between Honey's thighs. His stiff cock was in his hand, pointing like an arrow at the target of her syrupy cunt. Contact was made. Both partners shuddered with anticipation.
"I'm going to fuck you now," Phil said simply, his words a symphony to Honey's ears.
Phil's cock penetrated Honey's cunt. Once the head of his prick had sampled the moist warmth of Honey's beautiful, young pussy, the rest of the insertion was immediate. Wrapping her willowy legs around him, Honey clutched Phil for the deepest fuck possible.
"Rock me, baby," Honey rasped, her voice gritty with passion. There was music in her raunchy tone. Low-down and dirty music with a fuck-me beat.
With his senses dragged into the gutter by Honey's lust, Phil was lifted to heaven on earth. His wife was so respectable ... so proper ... so boring. This was the way sex was meant to be. Dirty. Funky and filthy. You were supposed to get down and wallow in it. In Honey he had found the perfect partner.
"A cunt as tight as yours ought to be against the law," Phil told Honey in a raunchy growl.
"It is," she flipply answered. "Why do you think I'm a whore?"
She was such a hot, little tramp. Phil loved her trashiness. Fucking her made him feel like a man in a way no woman he was married to ever could.
Honey knew all this. Forward and backward. That's what she was paid for. As much as by fucking, she earned her money by reading her customers' minds.
"Come in me!" Honey urged at just the right moment. "Fill my pussy with your hot, sweet cum!"
She squeezed Phil's balls. Fingered his ass-hole. Hotly whispered dirty words in his ear.
His prick lurched in her cunt and exploded with hot cum. As it still spurted, Phil pulled his cock from Honey's swamped pussy and finished shooting his wad all over her tits and belly.
The fuckers fell into each other's arms, their joined flesh sticky with jism. Hot, tonguing kisses completed their embrace.
Phil had paid for the whole night. But a short time later, when Honey helped him on with his clothes, then ushered him out of the room, it never occurred to him that he was several hours short of getting the time he had paid for.
But it made no difference, because Honey had given Phil his money's worth in every other sense. as mouth, ass and cunt. He had fucked them all. Just like the pimp promised.
This was standard procedure for Honey. Get the trick's rocks off and get rid of him as soon as possible. Carlos' orders. The Johns were waiting in line to fuck her, their wallets bulging with money.
Honey loved it.