Chapter 3
The room was large, the French doors leading out onto the balcony extending up more than ten feet of the high paneled walls. In the center of the room a crystal chandelier cast a warm glow over the two Venetian carved sofas set side by side in a gold brocade. The room was decorated in the fashion of the French with overstuffed chairs and love seats scattered in intimately around the room. Yet there was an undercurrent in the room as if the whole design had been done with something more pleasureable in mind.
Monica opened the French doors and looked down over the edge of the balcony. The smell of camellias and roses came up out of the courtyard. She glanced at the oak door set protectively into the high stone wall. There was no way in except through that door and that was with invitation only.
Laughter drifted up out of the yard and she looked to where several incredibly beautiful girls lounged in the shade of the trees. Their white bodies gleamed amongst the reds, browns, and greens of the garden.
She checked quickly making sure each of the girls were out of the sun. The rule of the house was no sunburns. Customers liked their woman white and innocent looking like young virgins. Anyone caught with even a pink glow on their bodies was punished. A smile played across the attractive face. She had made the rule and she had enforced it any number of times. And it always happened when new girls were brought in and she found one of particular interest. The blue eyes glinted in delight and excitement at the memories.
And soon, she mused, there were going to be a few more.
The smile widened caustically as she thought of her snobbish neighbors across the city who knew her as a charming matron of society. Her parties were always the most lavished and the invitations the most sought after. To be invited to a Monica Bradford party was to be definitely on the 'IN' with those who really counted.
If they only knew she ran the most expensive whore house in the French Quarter, they'd fall out of their beds from the shock. An idea intrigued her. Maybe one day she'll bring them all down and let them play switch. Some of those overstuffed females could sure use something up their cunts and she laughed at the picture of all those flabby bodies and bald heads squirming all over the floor. They'd probably go out of their minds for the first time in their lives.
Monica closed the door and turned around with the sensuous grace of a cat as she heard some body enter the room. She didn't say anything as she watched the large muscular body of Mike Carlson walking towards her. The rugged tanned face grinning at her had always excited her and the appreciative glint in his eyes was doing it to her now. For the past five years since she'd first met him at one of her parties, she'd managed to keep him as a friend and not a bed mate. Although she knew, one day he would get her into bed.
Mike had the patience and handsome charm that was devastating to females. She'd seen too many 'unyielding frigid females' at her parties literally drag him through the bedroom doors. And the thought of another female screaming at the end of his prick only increased her desire to make love to him. But as he lived by one credo, every beautiful woman was made to be fucked, she had learned to live by another. Never mix pleasure with business.
Monica posed motionless, trying to assume an air of authority with being feminine as she saw his eyes stripping away her clothes. Her heart skipped a beat as a slight bulge appeared in the front of his pants. A slight shiver rippled up her back she wondered for a moment what it would be like to finally go to bed with him. How many ways did he know to satisfy her....
Monica jerked her eyes back to the grinning face slightly amazed at herself. This was the first time she'd let herself slip. You might be running a whorehouse, she chastised herself mentally, but that doesn't mean you have to act like one. You've got a job for him now get it over with and throw him out.
Mike let his eyes roam freely and dropped into a chair stretching his feet out comfortably without taking his eyes away.
"Monica, you're still a beautiful piece of ass," a twinge of admiration in his voice.
"When are you going to stop trying," she snapped back trying to carry off the air of indifference.
"Right after you give me a drink and I fuck you. Those gals downstairs are pretty but I think you're a hotter piece and you need a good one."
"And you think you're the one," she cracked nastily trying to smash that irritating ego.
Mike laughed with an irritating possessiveness that made her glare angrily. His eyes drilled into hers as he took the glass out of her hand and she sat down opposite him.
"Honey, I'm going to make you scream for more and I don't think it's going to take too much longer."
"You can go to hell," but Monica's tone had changed. The hell was said softly as if she were agreeing. Perhaps one day....
Monica relaxed smiling provocatively. She needed Mike to do a job and this was not time to start anything she couldn't easily handle herself.
Mike sipped his drink and caught the expression on the beautiful face softening. There was something she wanted but what. Money and contacts went with the business. Protection, he gave up the brass knuckles a long time ago. So if she didn't want to get screwed, why the hurry up get down here call. He toyed curiously with his thoughts behind a poker face waiting for Monica to say something. He had time ... lots of time for anything....
"Do you know Matt Stevens," she suddenly asked matter-of-factly.
"Who doesn't. He's a hot shot lawyer and your next door neighbor."
"He has a beautiful wife Delia and a daughter Marnie. I'm putting on a mother and daughter act. I want you to break them both down and bring them here."
"What's in it for me."
"Ten Grand," she said quickly hoping the money would be all he wanted.
Mike sensed there was more to the game then he was being told. He took a long slow drink letting the tension build up. There was no doubt in his mind, Monica was holding back.
"That's a lot of lettuce for a couple of females to fuck at one of your parties. You could buy a whole Broadway act for that . ... Now what's the rest of it," his voice suddenly brittle. "You called, I didn't. I like to know what I'm getting into."
He stared at her coldly hoping to shake the Mona Lisa calm and knew he'd succeeded when her breasts quivered as she took a deep breath.
"$10,000 and no questions. This is a job you should enjoy and you can do it anyway you like. You're even getting a little virgin thrown in for good luck."
Mike laughed softly, the sound like a cold wind to Monica. He was beginning to enjoy the game and he also sensed an opportunity. Maybe it wasn't going to be so far off before he'd be fucking this broad after all. And then he decided to go all the way. If he was wrong, he still had a free drink.
Sitting up, he leaned over and gripped Monica's arms pulling her up out of the chair. And she let herself rise realizing that somewhere in the past minutes, she'd lost control of the situation. But things had gone too far to turn back. The job had to be done and Mike was the only one she could count on with balls big enough to do the job and do it right. She had to go all the way if it became necessary.
Mike smiled as he held her in his lap letting his hands run fleshy curves of her body. He squeezed the round cheeks of her ass intimately now a man sure of himself. Sure that he could fuck this woman any way he wanted and she wouldn't stop him.
Monica sat looking at him. Her gaze was transfixed on his eyes. She clenched her hands tight as she felt him unfastening the back of her dress and let it fall off her shoulders. She exhaled slowly as his hands dipped into the front of her bra lifting out her heavy full breasts. The nipples puckered slowly as she felt the intense heat of his eyes staring at the soft white flesh. She could feel the cock throbbing against the cheeks of her ass. His body was warm. A fire was building down between his legs that was burning through her dress into her body. She felt her juices begin to flow in her vagina as his fingers lightly traced the full curves of her flesh.
"Let me go Mike. I'm not one of the girl's downstairs. You know I don't go for this," she said as she tried to faintly struggle out of his arms.
He held her close and laid her back until she was almost lying flat in his arms.
"Stop playing Monica. I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before. And you won't stop begging for it until you can't take anymore. "And by the way," he continued grinning lewdly "You got yourself a deal."
"Alright but before we sign the contract, let me lock the door." she sighed feeling the anticipation beginning to build in her body. He grinned down at her with a hot sadistic light in his eyes. This was the way he liked his woman. Especially this one. Layed out and waiting. Squeezing her breasts he watched for the first signs of pain to start in her eyes and then slowly opened his fingers. She opened her mouth and sighed in relief as the agony slowly turned into a dull throbbing.
Mike could feel his heart pounding and the bulge in his pants getting bigger and harder. He gloated silently to himself. Here she was, the untouchable Monica laying in his arms asking permission to lock the door so she could get fucked. His prick jerked as he thought of ramming it deep into her cunt.
"Alright Baby, but don't take too long. I want you spread out where I can see that little box of yours and I don't want to waste any time."
Monica nodded and swung her feet to the floor. She stared straight ahead feeling his eyes travelling over her body. She tried to stop thinking as she turned the key in the lock and turned back into the room . ... and stopped in surprise.
In the few moments it had taken to cross the room, Mike had stripped almost naked. He grinned at her hungrily as he tugged his shorts off and dropped them on the floor. And then he just stood there, his legs spread apart, letting her take a good look at the prick that was going to fuck her.
She looked at his naked body and his cock begining to throb with desire. Oh no, she thought, not like this. She just wasn't some whore off the street. She tried to think of something to say but she knew he had the upper hand and nothing she could say would change his mind. He was going to fuck her. He'd waited too long for the chance to give it up now.
The arrogant smirk on his face made her angry. He was so damned sure of himself. Her heart started to pound as she watched his fingers curl around his cock and pointing it at her, slowly begin to stroke it. The head grew in her eyes, hot and red.
For the first time in her life, Monica knew fear. There was a cold sadism about the man she'd never known before. He was no longer the gay carefree gigilo he played at her parties. She was terrified of the cold contemptuous grin on his face. He wanted to rape her and humiliate her. He wanted to make her feel like a whore and now that he had the upper hand, she would have to do whatever he asked of her.
Her eyes stayed glued to the glistening prick as his fingers rubbed it suggestively. No ... not this way. She wouldn't let him take her cold. Completely cold she'd be no better then a common whore. If he wanted her, he'd have to make her want it, make her feel everything....
"Well what are you waiting for," he snarled eagerly at her," My prick is big but it won't stretch across the room."
The woman took a deep breath and pulling her shoulders back, started to walk towards him.
"No Monica. Do a strip and make it good. I want to see that body of yours."
His eyes burned into her brain. His grin infuriated her. She wanted to beat that handsome face and end her torment but instead she moved slave like to obey his command.
She leaned forward slightly and let the all ready unzipped dress slip to the floor. Unhooking her bras, she shrugged her shoulders letting it fall on top of her dress.
An uncontrollable ache throbbed through his hard prick as he stared at the firm roundness of the naked breasts. They swayed heavily pulling the skin taut as she balanced on one foot and then the other kicking her shoes off. She stood naked except for the black silk panties and she took them off easily. Turning her back to him, exposing the full round cheeks of her soft white ass, the sheer nylon whispered obscenely down over the hips and thighs.
Mikes prick jerked hotly as she turned back and dropped the flimsy panties onto the pile. The sight of the beautiful naked body was driving him wild. His eyes glowed from the lust building in his mind.
As he walked towards her, she took a few steps in his direction. A red flush spread over her cheeks as she felt her nipples rise in an erection. Her breasts bounced and swayed with each step and as Mike drew near, she stopped spreading her thighs.
As Mike's arms went around her hungrily, she ground her hips up against his groin until her cunt lips opened around his throbbing cock. And then slowly writhing masterbated on the hardened flesh. Little mewling sounds slipped out of her lips as her mouth nipped and sucked at the side of his threat. Breathing heavily, he grabbed the cheeks of her ass and twisted the flesh until the tiny whimpers turned into deep throated groans. Still not satisfied, he freed one hand and slipped it up between their bodies. His fingers closed over the tip of Monica's breast and pinched her right nipple. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped at the sudden unexpected pain.
He laughed at her surprised look and squeezed harder until she was squirming hard against his body. Mike felt his body shiver as her soft breasts flattened against his chest. The nipple hardened between his fingers and he rolled it until he heard the strangled groans pouring from her mouth, each one cut short by the stabbing overlap of the other.
"Wait Mike....please wait," she moaned as if out of breath. Her head dropped back for a moment and he let go of her nipple.
She took a deep breath as the angry pain suddenly subsided into a dull throbbing.
"How are you going to do it?"
"How am I going to do what," not sure of what she was talking about and not particularly caring. He was hot to fuck and not have conversation.
"How are you going to take care of Delia for me," she asked whispering the question trying to catch her breath. And then she moaned loudly before he could answer. The swollen prick was still probing between the lips of her cunt, the ridged head rubbing against her clitoris sending tiny shocks racing through her body. She strained arching her back grinding her crotch tight on the rock hard prick. Her arms snaked around his neck mashing his lips wetly against her mouth. Small moans of erotic passion breathed into his mouth as she sucked wildly on his tongue as if she were being fucked in her mouth.
Mike pulled his lips away and stared into the half closed eyes. He knew she was ready but he was surprised by how ready. His hand caressed her breast keeping the lust burning in her vagina. He wanted her as hot as he could get her. He wanted to hear her beg for him to fuck her.
'I'll get Danny to take care of the daughter. He's got a convertible and has always wanted a virgin. Tomorrow night, you bring the wife into the Quarter. I'll pick you up and we'll have our own party, just the three of us. And now that you've got what you want, I'm going to have my fun.
He picked her up and never said another word until he'd placed her on the couch. She lay shivering, too frightened to move. She wasn't sure of what he was going to do but she knew he was capable of having her do anything he wanted. He moved closer to her, standing over her as she trembled on the bed, a queer look of lust on his face, as he stared at her naked body.
"Now get your cunt nice and wet for me. I want it real juicy."
Oh no. Her mind rippled in confusion. He wanted her to masterbate to completely humiliate her. He was going to stand there and watch her finger herself. She'd seen the girls do it many times at the special parties but she couldn't do it ... she wouldn't.
Mike smirked as he saw the rebellion on her face and then slowly her hands moving down towards her cunt as her thighs slowly opened. He watched her play with the pubic hairs and then with a small whimpering sound, slip her finger down into the wet pink slit and caress the swollen clitoris.
Monica lay back, her eyes closed, unaware of the man watching her. With an excited moan, she slipped her fingers from her clitoris to the soft wet opening of her cunt. Her head rolled slowly as the fingers, hesitated for a brief moment, and then suddenly rammed deep up inside the hair lined lips of her vagina. Viciously she teased at the wet walls of her cunt until she was moaning loudly.
Mike sat down on the edge of the couch waiting for the first sign of her orgasm. And when he recognized the signs in her squirming belly, he maliciously pulled her fingers out of cunt.
Monica groaned her shock and frustration.
"Please Mike, finish me ... finish me off ... please...."
"Not that way," he snarled, "Use the right words. Beg me for what you want you hot bitch."
Monica couldn't bring the words to her lips. Never before had she ever said them but her resistance ebbed as the aching hunger throbbed like a hot flame in her cunt. But she couldn't bring herself to the final humiliation of surrendering completely.
"Oh no, don't make me, I can't," she moaned.
"Say it," he commanded harshly.
The fiery furnace deep in her belly screamed for release. Nothing mattered anymore except that she had to come and she moaned in final surrender blurting out all the dirty words she knew.
"Oh God, ... Fuck me, suck me ... do anything but do it now please I want to come," she groaned all resistance drained from her lust filled mind.
With a cold malicious laugh, he grabbed her wrist and jerked her fingers out of her cunt. He grinned as her hips kept squirming trying to reach an orgasm.
Monica whimpered out her frustration.
"Please Mike....let me finish ... I'm hot ... I feel so hot ... let me finish...."
And Mike moved to finish her. He fell on her mashing her body flat raping the soft white flesh with his fingers. She writhed and cried in gasping moans as his fingers moved over the curves of her body. Watching her face, he deliberately worked on her breasts twisting and rolling the soft flesh until Monica was crying with wild sensations of lust and agony.
He laughed as the body twisted crazily in his hands. Her breasts were a hot flaming pink and he knew she couldn't take much more. They were so hard and swollen now they looked like they were going to explode. The next, he grunted to himself, is that pretty cunt.
Monica whimpered as she felt the fingers crawling over her squirming belly to the mound of her cunt.
"Relax," he snarled down at her, "I want you hot. I want you so hot to fuck, you're gonna scream to juice off."
His fingers opened the wet lips of her cunt. He stretched them back until her crotch was a pink open gash and her cunt and ass and clitoris were completely for the taking. He watched the clitoris, a delicious soft pink, quivering excitedly in a bath of hot cunt juice. Spreading the soft tissues around it back, he made it pop up and teased the tender bud with the tip of his tongue. Then putting his mouth over it, sucked it between the sharp edges of his teeth. He nibbled up and down the tiny female prick until her ass was quivering in a wild insane frenzy. Her belly heaved and rolled in a hot lust that boiled into her brain driving her almost out of mind.
Monica's cries filled the room. She pushed her cunt up hard trying to bury her whole crotch in his saliva filled mouth.
Bit it wasn't enough. She wanted a prick ... she wanted a man inside of her. She wanted to be fucked....fuck ... fuck....
"Oh ... oh ... oh ... ," She chanted fighting to breath, Mike no more ... please I'm begging you....Fuck me ... fuck me now....Oh God . ... you don't know what you're doing to me...."
"Sure I do Baby and here's more." he murmured through his lips around her cunt.
Finding the juice filled hole, he rammed three fingers up into her belly feeling the walls of her vagina split wide open. He rotated them around her belly, stretching the neck of her womb getting her ready for a deep fuck.
"Harder Mike ... all the way in ... all the way in....Oh yes ... yes ... yes ... , just like that...." she sighed from the agonizing pleasure.
He moved his fingers back and forth inside of her. Monica pumped her cunt upward again and again. Her vaginal opening was tight but it flowered open as his stabbing fingers excited her almost out of her lust filled mine. Tiny beads of sweat covered her face.
Monica groaned as she felt it coming. She split her knees wider, her ass quivering. Her juice filled cunt sucked at his fingers tormented beyond her wildest dreams. She tried to hold back a moment. Every inch of her body was on fire from the finger fucking she was getting. And then she jerked up quivering as the hot juice spurted out of her cunt hole. The maddening convulsions twisted the gleaming body into a seat covered arc af flesh as her womb and cunt and mouth continued to spurt out her orgasms.
And suddenly with a deep sigh, Monica collapsed barely conscious, her body still cumming from the hot juices filling her belly. Quickly Mike pulled his fingers out and put his mouth over the quivering hole drinking the warm cum as it poured out of her body.
Mike felt Monica trying to relax and shifted around until his swollen cock was hanging just over her soft belly. Pushing her legs back over her head, he forced the pink glistening cunt up tight against his throbbing prick.
Monica's lust filled eyes snapped open and in shocked surprise looked down between the mounds of her swollen breasts. Her hand reached down and took the hard flesh between her fingers caressing the straining cock in as low up and down motion.
It was big. Bigger than anything she imagined. A shiver of anticipation rippled through her as she thought grinding around deep up in her belly. She stroked the head, spreading the juice seeping from the hole making it grow even larger spreading her fingers apart.
A whimpering sigh poured from her lips. This was hers....she was going to take it into her body ... all of it. She was going to make it cum....
"Please," she murmured, "Fuck me now ... I want to feel you inside of me....please...."
"OK Baby, it's fucking time," and he put the swollen head into the slight against the small tight opening of her cunt. He teased the soft raw flesh for a moment feeling it open wider. The heat of her hot cunt boiled up into his cock and through his body.
Mike braced himself on his hands and knees and with all his strength, rammed the stiff prick down into the hot yearning cunt.
Monica shuddered, her thighs trembling as the driving cock split deep up into her belly. She pulled her knees up tight against her breasts raising the mouth of her vagina so he could drive the hard flesh deep into her body.
Screams burst from her lips as the throbbing head beat against the top of her womb. She felt as if her sucking cunt was being pulled out of her body. Her head whipped from side to side as she opened her legs even wider to take him in as deep as she could.
Erotic pleasure gleamed in her eyes as she stared at hard prick as it disappeared into the puckered wet cunt lips. Her mouth gasped trying to catch some air in her lungs as if the massive head was beating against her throat.
"Oh God ... you're so big ... so damned big ... I can't stand it ... I can't ... I ... I...."
But Mike wasn't listening. He was fucking a hot tight pussy that was driving him out of his mind. The friction of the vaginal walls along the white hot rod of flesh was shooting hot flames into his groin, firing his balls.
Monica moaned in ecstasy meeting his driving groin with her own wet sucking cunt. She lifted her knees higher, straining the white cheeks of her ass up off the seat, her throbbing pussy quivering hungrily as the straining cock reamed out her hole. She was being fucked deliciously beyond her wildest dreams. She jerked as his fingers grasped her nipples and stretched them until her breasts were pointed cones.
"Harder ... damn you harder you bastard. Don't you know how to do a woman's nipples yet....Tear them off....tear my nipples off...."
Mike pulled harder, the nipples turning a fiery red between his fingers The woman sucked in her breath.
"The pain ... yes . ... yes ... yessssssss ... it feels so good....so gooooood...."
Her buttocks began to tighten Her ass hole puckered tight as her cunt sucked wildly at the big cock driving into her. She tried to hold back ... she didn't want to cum yet. She wanted to fuck more ... more ... more....
The muscles in her belly shot up in a great quivering mound and then sucked in against her spine. She heaved as the first shock nearly tore her guts loose. She moaned deliriously as the spasms rolled through her body spurting her juices into her vaginal cavern. She dug her fingers into his writhing bucking ass as she felt her insides explode.
Mike's cock was a raw screaming nerve in the tight cunt. He grunted, pounding at her crotch until he felt the hot sperm flooding out the tip of his prick. He rammed in deeper, reaming the head in her womb splattering the sensitive walls with hot sperm.
Completely exhausted, Monica screamed her agonized pleasure and collapsed. She lay still enjoying the feeling of the cock getting soft in her juicy pussy.
She opened her mouth in a hazy delirium.
"Mike fuck me again ... make it hard and fuck me again...."