Chapter 1

The milky-white skin and inky black tresses of the naked Lita Hernandez made a startling, attractive combination as her lush cunt and ass lay undulating on the lawyer's couch. The handsome, masculine Ty Grinnell's blue eyes shone with hump-lust as he prepared to collect part of his fee for getting Lita's divorce, in a most pleasant manner.

"I'll never get rich this way," Ty smiled as he stripped the shorts from his lithe, rippling loins and lay down beside the passionate, voluptuous beauty.

Her titties were like curved snowy hillocks, topped by large cherry-red nipples. Ty caressed and fondled their delightful softness, rubbing his palms across Lita's nipples. His lips closed over them and he felt them jut and harden with desire under his darting tongue. Lita's red lips quivered and her full thighs and asscheeks strained with mounting desire. Ty's head moved slowly down her waist, his tongue caressing the edge of her deep navel, then tantalizing its very center.

He fucked her with his muscled, powerful frame and felt her hips and thighs wriggling in a seductive samba beneath his stiff prick. Her white hands reached to his dark loins and gracefully fondled his pulsing hard-on. Quickly she lifted and bent her knee, guiding his big cock to the velvety warmth of her tropical cunt. Ty cupped the perfection of her shimmering asscheeks, his prick lunging powerfully into her twat as Lita whimpered happily. Her flaring asscheeks wriggled excitedly to meet Ty's terrific cock-thrusts.

She cried aloud in shrill joy as her cunt twitched in an uncontrollable carioca of peak ecstasy as she "came". Ty's loins contracted in a last frenzied lunge and red-hot spurts of scum seemed to sear through his cock in volcanic release, as he shot his load into Lita's cunt.

Lita's dark tresses rippled on Ty's heaving chest as he held her satisfied and happy in his embrace.

"You are a much better fucker than my husband, Rafael, could ever be...." Lita murmured contentedly.

The day had started right, but not profitably enough on the money side, Ty thought as he left his office later for some coffee. In the street he spotted another of his varied clients whose cash fee prospects looked quite bright. He nodded and greeted him briefly.

Tony Zappa wasn't much more than a bum. He was in his fifties, lived with his daughter who made a precarious income as a hustler. He was drunk most of the time. He had been drunk when he had been hit by the black Lincoln, a week ago. Actually, he had not been hurt beyond a few bruises. The woman driving the car had stopped and had wanted to take him to the hospital, but Tony wouldn't go. He hated hospitals. Of course it had been a mistake that the woman hadn't insisted on taking him to the hospital-and it had been a mistake the woman didn't report the accident, even though it seemed unimportant.

Ty Grinned was clever.

He had heard of the accident, had talked to Tony, had offered to collect some money to pay for the bruises, had traced the driver of the black Lincoln-and now he was ready to talk to her. That is he would try to talk to her, and try to collect. He was not sure what would happen. If the woman was sensible, if she turned to someone for advice, he was licked. He was counting on her fears, on her desire to cover up the accident.

The woman lived at an address on upper Park Avenue-a good address. You had to have money to live up there.

He crossed to the restaurant on the corner, and went inside. Ernie Snyder, who owned and ran the place, was behind the counter. He was a huge man. "Who's the new girl?"

"Calls herself Lorene. She won't be around long."

Ty grinned sourly. It was easy to guess why Ernie Snyder had trouble with his waitresses. He had an itchy cock. He could never leave them alone.

"More coffee?" asked a voice across the counter.

He raised his head-and was amazed. Ernie Snyder's new waitress was something unusual. Rather slim, possibly, but the expression on her face caught attention. Her eyes were a deep, steady blue, a faint smile curved her lips. She was younger than he had guessed, eighteen or nineteen, and there was something clean and fresh about her. He noticed something else, the lush bulge of her tits.

He nodded. "Isn't your name Lorene?"

She poured the coffee. "Yes. Lorene."

"My name's Ty Grinnell. I'm an attorney.

Her lips twitched. "I've never needed an attorney."

"Someday you might."

"I doubt it."

"At least, remember the name," Ty said. "If Ernie gets too rough, come and see me."

Her face sobered, Ernie's hands had already fumbled at her tits. Maybe she had escaped from him easily-but next time she might not. Ty scowled.

She turned away-and he liked the way she moved her body, the faint rhythm of her hips. This girl had possibilities.

"Wonder if I'll ever see her again?"

He was afraid he might not. One more trip into the kitchen or a trip into the storeroom, and Lorene might have had enough of Ernie's attempts to get his dong up her pussy. She might quit. This was a big city. A girl could disappear into it easily.

A taxi picked him up, headed uptown, and now he devoted all his thoughts to the job ahead-the clipping of Mrs. Elinor Cameron.

In reality, Tony had been drunk, and had walked into the car himself. He had bounced off, and he might have been bruised, but in the routine job of staggering home he had hurt himself even more. He had not expected any money from the driver of the car. That proposal had come from Ty Grinnell. He grinned crookedly and thought, ambulance chaser-that's what I am. But why not?

The taxi pulled into the curb on upper Park Avenue in front of an imposing building.

The doorman turned to a telephone. "Whom should I say is calling?"

"I'm an attorney," Ty said. "Will you please tell her it's in reference to the accident last week?"

Ty stood impatiently while the doorman spoke over the telephone.

Ty smiled, headed for the elevator.

The elevator to the left carried him quickly to the fifteenth floor. Mrs. Cameron was in the open doorway, looking anxiously his way.

"Mrs. Cameron?" Ty said, walking toward her.

"Yes, I'm Mrs. Cameron."

She was tall and he thought at first she was slender but then he wondered about that. In a way she wasn't. She had wide shoulders, a well-fleshed body. She was young, too, in the thirties, and in spite of her worried frown, she looked attractive. Nice skin, deep brown eyes, a generous, well-shaped mouth. Good pair of tits too. They thrust against the light dress she was wearing-a rather plain dress-white and clinging.

"I ... I didn't expect anyone," she said slowly. "I thought ... that is...."

"I wouldn't worry about it," Ty answered. "Everything considered, Tony's in good shape."

"He's the man who ... who...."

"The man you ran into."

"He seemed to ... to blunder into the car. I mean really didn't run into him. That is...."

"He thinks you did, Mrs. Cameron."

"Shouldn't I call my attorney?"

"First, why don't we talk about it."

"Please come in." He had expected that this would be quite a place-and it was.

"Come this way."

She turned toward one of the doors. A woman almost as tall as he was, her body nicely put together. What he could see of her legs was rather good, and the sway of her hips was tantalizing. It occurred to him that if he was not careful he might get more interested in the woman than in his mission-but that would be all right. Elinor Cameron might be fun to fuck! A nice thought but he shook his head. The frosty, upper crust edge of New York society had never appealed to him-even in his thoughts.

The library was as imposing as the parlor.

"What did you say your name was?"

"Ty Grinnell."

"Do you live down there?"

"Yes. On Fifth Street. I'd like to show it to you, sometime. Small, but rather nice. I don't need much room, really."

"The man I hurt ... how badly is he injured?"

"Not badly," Ty smiled. "He hasn't been able to work, of course. In fact, he lost his job because he couldn't report at the restaurant."

"But that's not fair!"

"There's no union to care for men who work as dishwashers."

"Is that what he did?"

"Yes. When you get older, it's hard to find jobs. Now I'm not sure hell ever be able to work."

"Why?"

"He's in sort of a mental and physical collapse."

"What do you think I ought to do?"

"I'm not sure how I should answer that. Did you report the accident to the police?"

"No. I didn't think ... that is...."

"If Tony went to court he might be able to get quite a good settlement. He has lots of friends. If they had to they'd lie to help him. He's old, crippled, poor. You are rich and wealthy.

"Then ... I'm in trouble."

"Yes. I'm afraid so."

"I'll have to call my attorney."

"Unless we can work out something which might be suitable."

"If I have to, I'll call my attorney ... but I'd rather not call him. And I don't want to have to tell my husband. That is ... well ... I just don't want to have to tell him."

Ty frowned, but he wanted to smile. This was perfect. This was the situation he had wanted to run into. A frightened woman-one who didn't want to admit what she had done-a woman who wanted to cover what she had done. This left her wide open. The only problem, now, was money. How much money could she put her hands on?

He tried to make his voice pleasant. "Mrs. Cameron...."

"Yes."

"You want to do what you can for Tony, don't you?"

"Yes, but ... "

"But what?"

"It's not easy for me to get money."

"Your husband...."

"He's rich, I suppose. But I'm not, I can charge almost anything-buy almost anything I want-but I hardly ever handle any money. I mean...."

"I suppose you'll have to go to court," the woman said. "Or at least you'll want to talk to my husband."

"I might have to," Ty answered.

"I'd do almost anything to work out something, so Hugh wouldn't have to know."

"Hugh?"

"My husband. He ... he doesn't want to trust me with the car."

"How much money do you have?"

"Maybe a hundred dollars. I have jewelry...."

"No."

"Then ... then what should I do?"

"I don't know," Ty said. "I want to protect you ... but I have to think of Tony, too."

He was scowling-he was almost stumped. Where did he turn now? It was too risky to take jewelry. And he couldn't turn to Hugh Cameron or the woman's attorney, for he really didn't have a case.

"I think I'd like a drink. I mean ... would that be all right?"

"Sure. Go ahead," Ty answered. "Maybe you'd like one?"

"Why not?"

He got up, followed her to the bar across the room.

"Bourbon?" the woman asked.

"Anything."

She poured two drinks-generous drinks.

She moved closer. Her hand was on his arm but now he could feel the brushing touch of her body-her ass-her shoulder. Her lips had parted and she must have moistened them. He suddenly noticed that and the look in her eyes ... Maybe it was an appealing expression-or maybe it said a hell of a lot more. Maybe it said, Why don't you try and lay me?

He took her in his arms, and there was no trouble about that at all. Her body fit against his, her arms curved around him, her head tilted back so her mouth was easy to find a mouth which wasn't closed against him. It took the probing of his kiss-and she hung there as though she wanted to stay there. A warm, sweet mouth, the edging lips tight against his tongue.

"Any danger the maid might walk in?"

"She's not here today. No one's going to walk in."

He moved a hand to cup one of her tits. It was large but firm. He heard her laugh softly, felt her push against his hand, felt her push her entire body against him, and thought, Damn it, she can hardly wait for cock-so what am I waiting for? His hand tightened briefly on her tit and he said, "Where's the bedroom?"

"The first door down the conidor-to the left."

He found the bedroom. He lowered the woman to the bed, stripped off his clothes and then got busy on hers.

Her clothes were no trouble, they were suddenly gone. He stretched out beside her, held her close in his arms, found her lips again-and her tits. They were even bigger and better than he had imagined, high on her chest, each one crowned by a thrusting nipple. The nipples had hardened the instant he had touched them. His hand moved from one to the other.

He pulled away from her mouth, then his head worked lower, to her cheeks, her chin, her throat, and then to her breasts. His lips tried one of the nipples. He moved over to try the other. Her ass had started moving in a rhythm of its own, measured by the pounding of her heart and the sound of her breathing, cadenced by the throbbing of her emotions.

One of her hands slid over his throbbing prick and balls. Her excitement seemed to be growing. He heard her start grunting, then heard her whispering, "Now! Now! Now!"

Her arms reached for him locked around his waist, tight. She clung to him like a burr, rocking with him. Her entire body was nothing but motion, a flowing motion pitched to a high plane of excitement. She had a fuck-hunger that had to be satisfied, to be fed.

He was active, too. He was at both ends-the giving and the receiving. He worked against her, parting her moist cuntlips and stroking her erecting clitoris with his fingers. And again and again, building up the tensions for her, teasing her with every motion, working on her cunt as a master violinist, drawing from her a wild music, a song as sweeping as a tempest. He drew her on and he went right with her.

And there they were ... he thrust his stiff, huge prick into her writhing cunthole and began screwing her with vigorous strokes of his dick in her wet vagina.

The crescendo he had been building came quicker than he expected, as spurting hot scum jetted into her cunt in huge quantities.

That tore over his body, soaking up his tensions. He could feel this was doing the same thing to her, stealing away her strength, reaching over her cunt to soothe her, to numb her high-edged excitement. Her arms, which had been gripped around him, grew lax, slid down, relaxing. He still lay next to her. And just for the hell of it he started moving his prick in her twat again.

"Want to get me started again?"

"If you feel like that."

She started moving his prick in her twat again. Her arms reached out to pull him harder against her breast and in half a minute there she was, building herself to another finish-as wild as before ... Ty shot his sperm into her in a second "come", and she flooded his cock with her cunt-juices as she "came" with him wailing, "Oh fuck me, keep fucking me-this is so good!"

Afterward she relaxed. Ty got an arm under her neck, held her close. His other hand curled around one of the breasts. "Just want to be sure they don't go away," he murmured.

"They're not going away," the woman said. "They like the treatment they got. They're going to want even more attention."

"They'll get that."

"Ty. Isn't that your name?"

"That's right. What do I call you?"

"Ellie. That's a little better than Elinor. Mrs. Elinor Cameron who used to be Ellie Blake and who wanted to be in the movies. I got as far as getting laid on a TV director's couch."

"What's this stuff about a director's couch?"

"That's all true. That's what Hugh is-he works at one of the TV studios. He's one of the directors."

"Nice guy?"

"Better than most. He's away a good deal."

"Good."

"What about you?"

"No story. I grew up here, went through law school, started practicing. No family-no wife."

"No wives but a stable of mistresses."

He shook his head. "I don't work that way. Several affairs in the past ... but not many."

He was lying of course. He might have been able to count the women he had had, but it had never occurred to him to try. He could have said, in fair honesty, that none of the women he had fucked with had been very important in his life-but that was intentional. He wanted no entangling alliances. Sure he might get married someday but he couldn't see that day ahead.

In a few moments he would turn toward Ellie, start fucking her again, but first he took a look at himself, thought about what had happened. To make another cock-conquest with an agreeable piece of ass was nothing unusual. That had happened many times in the past, it would happen many times in the future. In a way, then, he shouldn't have been surprised at where he was, but at the same time this was an unique experience. Ellie Cameron wasn't the average lay. He was uptown, doing his screwing at an exclusive address. Maybe this was symbolic. Maybe he was on his way up. Maybe, if he handled Ellie very carefully, she could help him.

"Ty. what about that man who ran into my car? You're not going to tell my husband?"

He shook his head. "Probably not."

"What about him?"

"Hell get along. Maybe I can work out something for him ... an easy job. I have some good contacts."

"You would do that for me, Ty?"

"If lean."

"I think you are a wonderful man."

"I'd rather be a wonderful fucker."

"You are-but this other thing is also important. I don't want to feel guilty about the man I hurt. If I could get the money...."

"You ought to have money, anyhow ... just as a protection. If I were you I'd get to work on that."

"Hugh's hard to handle."

"You handled him once, Ellie. You married him. Now go another step-don't feel stripped for money."

"Just stripped for you."

He laughed, and turned toward her. "That's right, exactly. Stay stripped for me."

He raised up on his elbow, looked at her critically. She had a damned nice body, properly curved everywhere. In time her upper arms would get too fleshy, her legs would grow too thick, but right now, there was nothing wrong with her. Nothing at all. She had wide shoulders, curved in to a narrow waist, then bulged out over her hips, but tapered in to draw down her slendering legs. Her chest was high, over the edge of her rib cage the plane of her waist and abdomen was almost flat. Her skin was a creamy white, unblemished. Her luscious titties lifted nicely into the air. Beautiful. Designed for a man's hands. Hard nippled, brown and wrinkled. He reached out to touch one of her nipples then the other.

"Careful," Elbe said, "-or I'll forget myself."

He grinned at her. "You'll forget yourself-and do what?"

"Rape that big prick of yours, most likely. You won't have a chance."

"That might be fun."

"Then just keep on what you're doing, and when my cunny starts getting hot again-look out."

He laughed at her softly, ruffed his fingers over her knockers. One, then the other. And again and again, teasing her. He got a little rougher, rolled against her, found her lips and kissed her hard, brutally. He worked down to her breasts as he had before but his lips weren't so gentle this time. Those tits of hers looked tough enough to take a mauling, and he tried that, pushing his face at them. He took a bite at one, then the other, and he felt Elbe's ass start writhing. He heard her sigh, then he felt her fingernails digging into his back.

She started struggling with him, twisted away, and suddenly she was in a commanding position, had him on his back and was kissing him. He could feel the touch of her caress and he thought this session was going to end right there-but she had different plans. She moved again, and he felt her torrid cuntlips embrace the head of his cock and slide down his stiff shaft. After that, she stayed where she was. She worked hard frigging his cock with her hot, slippery cunt. She was sweating.

This was all right. They were building up to a hell of a session. She had told him she would pull out all the stops but with a woman like Ellie, there were never any stops. She was one of those rare individuals who loved fucking-any time-and place and with any stiff prick available. There was no reason to kid himself. At this moment she probably couldn't have remembered who he was. She didn't care. His dick was available. He was usable. And she was taking advantage of that. She was having a hell of a time sitting on his cock and fucking it like mad, and that was all that counted.

He helped a little, and he could almost pick up the rumbling beat of his gathering passions.

They were building up again....

Higher and higher and higher....

Higher and over the top ... boom ... he was surprised to find himself shooting still another load of hot scum into her cunt.

Over the top and then down the slide to some kind of reality. Waiting until she stopped writhing in the throes of this "come". Waiting until she stopped whispering, "Fuck me, Ty, fuck me hard. I just love that cock of yours!" Back to the present. Back to the mundane. Back to the remembrance of who he was, and where he was, and who was with him-a woman named Ellie, who loved screwing and who was damned good at fucking herself.

She rested beside him, her head on his chest.

"Anything else interesting down there where you live?"

"Men!"

"No. You're man enough. I just wondered...."

"A party."

"What kind of a party?"

He almost laughed. Hell, he should have expected something like this. Ellie was the type who would try anything-who had to find new things to try. She was made to order to fit any kind of hump-orgy which was on the books. Or she would help devise something different in the way of fucking. If she had any inhibitions at all, they were tiny and too faint to be important.

She smoothed her hand over his chest. "I like parties, Ty. Mad, crazy parties. We might even throw one here, when Hugh's away."

"I know of one we could try," Ty said.

"A fun-fun party."

"A fun party-but a little rough, too. Rudy's Rendezvous."

"When?"

"I'll have to find out. It'll be a mixed party. Anything goes."

She smoothed her hand around his chest. "Anything goes-that's for me, Ty. Find out when we can go."

"Sure I'll find out."

Her hand moved. "I'm not trying to start anything. I just like to hold that marvelous cock of yours and feel your balls. Besides, what do I feel on my breast?"

"That's my hand."

"So we're even. Are you hungry, yet?"

"Not enough to move."

"Suppose I do the moving," Ellie smiled coyly, the tip of her tongue moistening her full, sensuous lips.

Ty's chest heaved pleasurably as he felt the thrilling flutter of her tongue across his hair-matted skin. Ellie's mouth roamed hungrily over his muscled torso, lips working eagerly, Ty felt surprising strainings of renewed desire in his erecting cock. He tried to pull his flat, ridged belly away from the intense sensation of her burning lips, but her mouth zeroed in on his navel as he squirmed.

Ellie knew what she wanted. Her head went shamelessly to his stiff prick and Ty experienced an unforgettable thrill as his now lusting cock was bathed in a flood of delightfully vibrating moistness. Elbe's lips curled and moved in a provocative tempo around his dick-head and up and down the shaft of his dong, arousing flaming, feverish desire through Ty's straining dick and balls. He suddenly cried out as her tongue beat its unusual tattoo right in his piss-hole. His loins arched ecstatically as white-hot scum shot from his aching balls and surged and crested through his prick, jetting right down Ellie's throat in warm, creamy globs. Ty beat his clenched fists on the mattress and drummed his heels in the throes of sweet, ultimate "coming". Ellie simply moaned as she kept sucking his cock-head, swallowing all the dribbling sperm, down to the very last drop....