Chapter 12
Harry was definitely fooled. He assumed that with the big prong he toted about between his legs, any girl would be overjoyed to accept that monstrous shaft in her pussy. However, Marcie shook her head no in response to his invitation to come back to the pub and join him in a few more drinks.
"I have a few friends coming in later," he told her. "A gal who knows what to do with her figure like you do, could make herself a nice piece of change tonight." When he had left, she went to a food shop and had some tea at the fountain. As she finished, a sudden impulse overwhelmed her and she went into a phone booth. She hesitated a long while, then dropped the coin in and dialed.
She felt a tender thrill of loneliness when she heard Paula's voice.
"Naughty Marcie, running out on Paula like that. I'll bet you went and got yourself a couple of good dicks inside your darling cunny box." she laughed.
"How do you know?"
"Usual reaction," Paula answered.
"But I found out something," Marcie said eagerly. "Men don't make me feel a thing, really. I can take 'em or leave 'em. And from now on I think I want to leave 'em."
"Except for business reasons -we girls have to eat and wear nice things."
"Oh, Paula. I don't know how to say it, but I want to come back and be with you," Marcie said hesitantly. "That is, if you still want me to."
Paula was immediately sympathetic, too much so for the emotion to be entirely sin cere. "Of course I still want you, darling," she said. "I'll appreciate you. Why, I'll welcome you with open arms. Luckily I don't have an appointment until night, so we can take all the time we need to get re-acquainted." With her lips practically brushing the telephone, she murmured, "How does that sound, precious?" Her vagina moistened with anticipation.
"Oh, Paula..." Marcie's bosoms shook with joy.
"There, sweet. Tell me where you are and I'll drive over and pick you up. You have bags and all."
"But I rented an apartment," Marcie said and added, "For a whole mouth."
"Never m'nd that. There's no use being miserable just to save a few quid. Tell your landlord you're checking out. How soon can you be ready?"
"Half an hour," Marcie told her.
'That's longer than you took walking out on me the other night, I'll bet."
"Yes, I guess it is."
"You know, I think a little punishment's in order for what you did. Leaving me in the middle of the night, that way."
"Punishment?"
" Mm mm. I have a very sturdy hairbrush. The old-fashioned wooden kind. You don't see them very often any more. I know just what I should do with that. Can you guess?"
"No," Marcie said half fearfully. "I can't."
"How long since you've had your ass spanked, angel?"
"Paula. Please..." Her voice had the imploring quality of ayounggirl. Her pussy throbbed with strange intensity.
"Don't fret. I won't spank you too hard. Just enough to let you know you shouldn't treat me like that again. Honestly now, don't you think you have a spanking coming?"
"Maybe, but..."
"But what, dearest?"
Marcie hesitated for a moment, and then the words gushed out: "I just want you to love me, Paula. I need you so much." She began to cry. "You can do whatever you like with my bottom."
"There, there. I knowyou need me, precious. And I need my darling little lovey girl, too. I'll love you, sweetness. Don't worry about that. I'll love you to pieces. But first, you'll have to have your punishment. Just a little bit. I must warm your bottom before I kiss each darling cheek -and then I'll kiss in between and in front." She paused. "Now, what's your address?"
Marcie told her and, with a tearful good-bye, hung up the phone. Rudy Nichols had spent the better part of the last three days developing his acquaintance with a cute, impressively curved little blonde with a large pair of knockers, by the name of Honey Blossom.
Her real name wasn't Honey, of course. She had confided this to him on their second date. He'd first picked her up at a pub near the Strand. She'd adopted the name because she, predictably, had aspirations of becoming a movie and TV star. But she was quick to explain that she hadn't made it up from thin air. They had called her than when she was a baby. Because she was a natural blonde, she had said with a girlish giggle. Both her parents were dark-haired. But she had a blonde-haired grandmother, she had added. Her grandmother was blonde in the pussy, Out of all this, the phrase natural blonde was all that mattered a hoot to Rudy.
He was curious, however, about her surname. Honey Blossom had too much alliteration to sound as if it had just happened. It sounded, he thought, like a naive young girl's idea of what a movie star's name should be. Actually in his judgment, the name would have qualified for more fittingly for a career in The Follies, or something.
When he asked her if her second name was real, she had hesitated and admitted, "Well, it's not exactly real. My real name is Lowbridges. But that's too long for a theater marquee, don't you think?"
Rudy agreed it was.
At that moment he congratulated himself on picking a prime prospect for his whore stable. The trouble with Marcie had been that she was too smart, Rudy thought. The dumb ones make the best fuckers. All you have to do is dangle some expensive trinket in iront of them and they're eager to open up for the old cock. The next step is to set them up in a flat. After that, they're practically in business.
Rudy's attitude toward women was not entirely a commercial one, however. He was a horny stud who had to have his fucking regularly. He hadn't had that since Marcie had walked out, and this had begun to bother him. His balls ached to empty their load into some pussy, any pussy.
So it was that on this particular Sunday morning, as he walked into Honey's furnished room at a lodging house, he was thinking about a kind of "development" that was not purely commercial. Of course, a prospec tive call girl should be well-tried-out before handled by the man she was going to work for, but business considerations were not uppermost in Rudy's mind at that moment.
The ostensible reason for his call had been to pick up Honey for a drive in the country. She was dressed in pink hip hugger s, white shirt hanging loose at her waist, and a big straw hat, all ready to go.
As he gazed at the amazingly out-thrust peaks of her full breasts, and watched the way her plump ass wiggled when she walked across the room, away from him, to get her purse from the small table in front of the window, Rudy decided that she indeed was ready to go. And he was too. Right inside her natural blonde cunny.
But not in the car. '
He had been pretty much of a gentleman up to that point, developing her carefully, as he always did at first until he was sure which way to move. With Honey, he decided that a direct approach, right now, would not be amiss. Then, tomorrow, he would send her a nice little piece of jewelry, not too expensive, but good enough to open wide the blue eyes of a nineteen-year-old from the Welsh hills.
When he pulled her against him and wrap ped her snugly in his arms, marveling at the very firm thrust of her stand-up titties, soft and hot against him, she didn't offer any resistance. She gave alittle exclamation of surprise, a giggle, and then she was his. How easy, he thought, then wondered how many guys had gotten to her in the last three or four years, since she had begun to bloom.
A good many, he conjectured. As they kissed, their tongues joining with equal fervor in the passionate play, he let his hands slide to the bottom edge of her shirt, which hung loose. He lifted this and placed his palms on the bare flesh just above her low riding pants. He skinned his hands up her back, letting her shirt bunch on his arms.
He found her bra clasp and, before she could say a thing, or even disentangle her kiss from his, he had popped all three of her hooks. He slipped his hands around to her front, urging her a little ways away from him at the same time.
She stood flush-faced, a star struck expression to her countenance, as he filled his hands with her soft, but firmly packed bare titties.
"Oh, Rudy." she exclaimed. "Oh, that's so tough."
In hardly any time at all, he had the blouse off her altogether, her limp bra going with it. She helped him strip her snug-fitting pants down. This left her in tiny bikini panties of pale pink. He saw right away that nothing Honey had told him when they 'd been talking about her name and how she'd gotten it, was untrue.
As she removed her panties, and rolled onto the bed, Rudy rid himself of his own clothes. Then he was with her, his big throbbing ramrod slapping and poking her belly and hole.
His lips took special delight in making the grand tour. They lingered for long rapturous minutes at the upthrust pink pinnacles of her sweet young knockers, tantalizing the tingling flesh. Honey squirmed in her excitement, and then she started to talk, the foulest jargon of lust and sexuality.
Rudy was a little surprised at first. Honey had such an innocent look.
Rut innocent she was not. In talk or in actions.
Before he'd had a chance to finish all the kissing he had wanted to do, his lips had barely begun their appreciation of her most precious places, she was urging him onto his back, and moving to him which caused her pendulous breasts to drag their nipples across his legs as her mouth engulfed his hard, upthrusting cock. Her lips drove him wild. Whoever had shown that girl the ropes had done a devilishly good job, Rudy decided. After thinking this single thought, all he could do was to clench his fists and hold on as Honey continued to demonstrate her intense admiration for him by mouthing his big dong as much as she could accept in her mouth, and then beneath to his balls , which she licked and tongued.
When Rudy had taken all of the admiration he could stand, he swung her away from him and moved to assume command. He could feel the coolness of the air upon the saliva moistened half of his erect cock and his testes. Then he sank his slick, mouth-wet cock into her hot cunt.
As he began to move, making his passion sear, the healthy %irl cried in girlish glee, while not very far away, another girl was crying in a strange kind of mixed pleasurepain.
Marcie was crying as Paula sat astride her back on the bed and battered her bouncing buttocks with the back of a hairbrush.
Marcie sobbed and kicked and screamed as
Paula brought the hairbrush slamming against her reddening ass.
Strangely enough, the rhythm which Rudy Nichols fucked with the girl named Honey, before he had ejaculated his hot semen, was very much the same as the spanking pace or Paula's paddles on Marcie's quivering, reddened behind.
Rudy moved as Paula spanked, and the two lovely young girls were the object of different passions.
Honey was thrilling, her cries forming a symphony of delight, while Marcie smarted and sobbed in painful torment. But the torment was not entirely an unmixed curse. There was, from Marcie's reaction, a kind of satisfaction, too.
She seemed to know that Paula wouldn't be spanking her this way if Paula didn't love her very much. (After all, hadn't her parents spanked her because they loved her, when she was a child?) Marcie wanted to be loved. She wanted to be taken care of. Paula was taking care of her now, but good.
And Rudy was taking care of Honey, a second time, a much easier time because his cock thrust into her hot, sperm-slippery cunt very smoothly.
Already he had taken her across the finish line, and she had shook and lifted against him in a soul-satisfying action. But she knew right away that she was going to see more that day. The way Rudy was going, he seemed still to possess a tremendous amount of reserve in his pumping peter. She moaned and cried and told him what a wonderful man he was, in the sense in which he was proving himself at that very moment. And she didn't mince words in the least. When Honey complimented a male, she complimented him. And the nature of the compliments seemed to inspire Rudy to a greater and greater demonstration of his penile prowess.
Paula had long since ceased her spanking of Marcie, and the two girls were making up before Rudy had reached the final stage of loving Honey. The making up involved kissing and gradual undressing and, after that, the kind of caressing which Marcie had dreamed of ever since she had walked out of Paula's apartment before, and Paula was fulfilling all her promises.
After the caressing came more kissing.
But kissing of a different and far more exciting sort.
Paula began by bestowing her kisses on the very area she had punished so brutally just a short time before. Then she rolled Marcie over, the other girl completely submissive to her will, and kissed her some more. She kissed the hot, reddened ass-cheeks, the warm, slightly sticky crevice between them the little doughnut shaped anal opening, before running her tongue and lips down and around to the cunt-lips.
Still Rudy went on and on.
Honey was now grasping against his back, for her second finish. Rudy was just beginning the final approach toward his first one.
They both reached their goals together, in a quaking, shuddering unit which furnished fulfillment of a better sort than Rudy had ever known before, and which convinced Rudy that no additional processing would be needed to make of Honey an item which could be marketed at top price anywhere in Londonor the world for that matter. All this he assumed as his burning sperm-spurts jetted from his deliciously imprisoned, emptying prick to mingle with their previous come juices.
That wasn't to say that Rudy would not know her willing warmth again. Business was not everything.
In their flat, Paula and Marcie reached happiness together. To the lovely redhead, this was even better, more satisfying, than the first time.
Any doubt which she may still have had about herself was now resolved. Like it or not, she was as she was, as the world and Rudy Nichols had made her, and she wasn't going to fight this truth any longer. They were pressed together, head to crotch, each working their lips and tongues deep within their partner's glistening, moist cunts.
Rudy's total success with Honey Blossom came even more quickly than he had expected at first.
The gifts helped.
So did the flat he rented for her.
But the argumentthat really persuaded her, when he told her he was going to send around a friend and that she should be very nice to him, was Rudy's remark that the friend was a very big man in the entertainment field.
"Oh, really?" Honey responded.
"HMmm-hmmm," Rudy. "He's an assistant producer in charge of casting. His company turns out at least four half-hour shows a week, so he's an important man. Treat him very well now. You know, the way I taught you."
Honey giggled. "I'll treat him very well, Rudy. My goodness."
"Now, you're not going to spend the evening at your place," Rudy explained. "He's going to pick you up and take you to a party. There'll be a couple of other men and their girls in the car. The guys are friends of his. One of the girls will be a blonde named Paula Wilkenson. I gave him her number. The other one is somebody she dug up, her roommate I think."
"Oh." Honey said. "Sounds like fun."
"You'll have a real great time, dearie. Just remember what I said, be ¯ice to the guy."
"If he's an assistant producer, I sure want him to like me."
"That's the idea," Rudy replied. Then, as an after thought, he told her "I might just stop in at the party myself. After things really get rolling, later."
"What's the matter?" Honey said. "Don't you think I'll know how to behave?"
"I'm sure you will, honey. But this party is supposed to be a real blast and a lot of important people will be there. It might be good for business if I stop by."
"Oh yes. I forgot." Honey giggled. "Public relations, huh?"
"That's right, Honey. Take care now."
"I will. 'Bye."
As Rudy hung up, he decided that he would definitely make an appearance at the party that night. This Wilkenson girl, he might just be able to work out a deal with her. And with her roommate, too. They were free lancing, as far as he knew. Maybe he could convince them of the advantages of letting him be their agent, that is if he could get a few moments with them alone.
Rudy Nichols whistled appreciatively as he entered the penthouse elevator. The setup was even swankier than he had expected as he entered the penthouse where the party was already well under way. His friend, the TV producer hailed Rudy and poured him a double scotch on the rocks from the bar.
"That idea of yours, four gals to the six men, is working out pretty well," the producer confided to Rudy. "They're all a bunch of good-looking, swing birds," and those important executives are tickled with the idea of switching partners."
Things did seem to be going well judging from the glimpses of naked entwined bodies writhing on two of the huge overstuffed couches in the living room. Yes, it was going to be a real profitable shindig, Rudy could tell. Hcney should be good for at least a pile tonight, and he hoped she wouldn't be naive enough to try to hold out on him.
"Your protege, Hcney, is doing just fine," the producer continued, "but that friend of Paula's -wow. She's been handling 'em two at a time."
"I'd like to try some of that," Rudy smirked, his eyes glistening.
The genial host waved him toward a closed bedroom door.
As Rudy entered, a voice from the bathroom called out, "Strip honey, and make yourself comfy on the bed. I'll be with you in a minute."
Rudy's dark, muscular body was expectantly naked as the gorgeously built redhead slipped out of the bathroom and lay down beside him.
"Marcie." Rudy exclaimed, for once completely startled out of his composure.
"Surprise." Marcie whispered as she embraced the tense Rudy and kissed him full on the lips, warmly and sensuously, as her hand grasped his cock and began to manipulate it rapidly.
He looked appreciatively at her lovely face, full breasts and undulating thighs. He swung himself over her and his chest resting on her cushioning breasts, braced himself between her expectant thighs. Marcie ground her belly gently under him, caressing the lust of his swollen penis against her creamy skin. His balls swayed and rubbed against her inner thighs.
When Rudy's powerful hands cupped the perfect rounds of her buttock cheeks, he felt her draw his throbbing manhood within the warm velvety welcome of her cunt. Marcie's hips met his thrusting loins with perfect timing as Rudy lunged into her hungrily.
"Like old times, eh, Marcie," Rudy gasped as passion built within him. His big prick was burning all the way to the balls inside her pussy.
Marcie made a joyous little noise and with a special series of churning movements brought Rudy to a shattering, convulsive finish that left his dong quivering ecstatically. Marcie's thighs writhed wildly under Rudy and she moaned happily, as his hot semen-juices errupted and flooded her cunt completely.
After long moments, Rudy recovered his breath, pulled his wet but satisfied shaft from her well-filled box and sat up on the edge of the bed. Marcie smiled up at him sweetly.
"That's thirty quid you owe me, Mr. Nichols. And I don't need a manager if that's what you're thinking. I've already got one,"
"But I at least ought to get a discount for old times sake."
"What old times sake," Marcie answered tartly. I have no past, just a future -and it's beginning right now. And not with the likes of you," she sneered, slapping his balls hard so he doubled over in agony.
"Yes indeed," Marcie continued, this is my real love." She reached out for Paula who came to her.
The two naked girls embraced. They kissed as their naked tits and bellies ground together, and still kissing, they fingered each other's hot pussies, as Rudy watched in impotent amazement.
His little bird Marcie had really learned to fly high.........