Chapter 2
With the thrust of the sex revolution has come an entire new attitude toward entertainment. Topless bars became the "in" thing and girls with well-developed bosoms found it paying off. They discovered they could earn a lot of money quickly by putting their bare breasts on display. This was swiftly followed by the bottomless craze. And then both naked breasts and naked bottoms were a club attraction. Next came the nude craze. This was followed very swiftly by the sexual performers; those who performed the complete act of intercourse before spectators. However, this was where the long arm of the law said the limit had come. Quickly they swooped down and closed one such club. The girls who were hired there were hustled off to jail.
For some young women who have been so accustomed to the sexual freedoms, any sex limit came as a shock and traumatic experience. One such girl was Marjorie Breton. Marjorie and her brother Allan were left alone when their parents died in an automobile accident. They were both at the crucial ages of the late teens. Allan signed up for Viet Nam.
It not only provided an instant escape from the traumatic loss of his parents, but offered an escape from life itself for he was killed in a Cambodian thrust.
Marjorie was left alone in the world. Her only living relatives were back east and her brother's death almost crushed her. She didn't feel like trying out for an office job. She had never been good at typing. Twice when she tried a filing position she fouled up the files.
When an enterprising nightclub owner offered her a couple hundred a week if she'd show off her superb breast development to his customers, she accepted.
"I guess that was when all my real troubles began," she explained quietly.
"Marjorie, it is important you tell me all about your problems without worrying about what I think or anyone else thinks. God knows you've had a rough time ever since your series of deaths overtook your family. That is enough to send some people, with less strength to a mental hospital. You've done very well indeed to have kept your sanity and support yourself considering what you've been through."
"Thanks," she smiled, her blue eyes registering quick appreciation. It was evident from her blonde hair, fair skin and quick-responding blue eyes men would find her most appealing both of face and form.
"Well," she sighed, "I'll just sit back, relax and smoke if you don't mind."
I shook my head, Marjorie continued.
"Steve was a great guy. Had a good line of gab and sold me on the idea of exposing my body for money. At first, the thought of having men staring at my naked boobs didn't appeal to me. I felt nervous, edgy. But when I began the first night I found out something. The attention wasn't half bad. I had a small runway in the middle of the place and I came on with just a G-string affair covering my genitals and my bare boobs hanging out. Bathed in a blue-green spot with some hot rock music I commanded every eye in the place. Knowing they were all watching, excited me. Soon, I developed a little routine that really turned them on and brought me some healthy tips.
It wasn't enough just to walk out and let them see you. You had to throw a little imagination into the action. By massaging my breasts, and screwing my mouth into a sucking position and making sucking sounds I turned them all on. I'd make little movements with my hands around my genitals and they liked that even more.
One night after the one o'clock show, a nice looking older man was waiting for me at the back door to the place.
"Hi," he smiled. I didn't answer. I might be a topless performer but I was no hustler.
"Can I take you home?" he asked.
I continued walking.
"I can make it worth your while," he said, stepping over to a silver Mercedes. My eyes turned to meet his eyes. He was so anxious to make it with me I couldn't help laughing.
"What are you laughing at ... me?"
"No, no," I assured him, "I'm laughing at myself."
"Perhaps we could discuss this in my car while I drive you home."
I don't know why I accepted. Maybe he represented something of a father image, although I don't think he was past his early thirties. But I liked him. He was dark-skinned, with intense brown eyes. His manner said he was somebody.
"Now will you tell me why you laughed?" he asked as we drove down the street in his smooth car.
"Yes," I smiled, "it's silly of me to think no men are going to ask me for a fuck when I show them all I've got every night."
"You do have a lot to offer," he winked. "Couldn't we make it together tonight?"
"Alright," I agreed, "why not?"
He drove to a sharp apartment house overlooking the ocean. Parking the car in the basement we took the elevator to the eleventh floor and walked down to his place.
"Drink?" he asked, once we were inside his lavish suite, all done in greys, whites and blacks with silver decorations.
"Okay, vodka for me."
When I'd had a couple drinks I didn't mind his helping me slip off my blouse. I never wear a brassiere. My boobs shaped up for him nice as you please as he felt them.
"Ohhh, those are nice knockers," he teased as he massaged them.
"I think you men are hung up on titties because you got that way at breast-feeding time."
"Let me suck on them awhile," he asked.
"If you want to."
He put his mouth ,on my breasts and began sucking. Automatically I wanted to suck him. I guess the old sucking syndrome set in ... suck and be sucked.
He knew just how to use his tongue. It swept about the nipple and his teeth closed in as he nibbled. "Ohhh, I dig that."
"Why don't you unzip my pants and pull out my penis and suck on it for me?"
I unzipped him and felt his prick in his shorts and pulled it out. He was so hard now it was difficult getting it out.
He leaned back and invited me, "Get on your knees and suck it, baby."
I got on my knees, pulling his pecker to me and began sucking on it. It tasted fantastic. He jabbed it in and I felt the tip of it touching the back of my throat.
"Ohhhh, I like that, I like that," he whispered. Soon my head was bobbing up and down on his long dong like a pro. Guess I was an instinctive cocksucker.
"Beautiful," he panted, "keep that action up." I massaged his balls, while I sucked his joy stick. He played with my titties. "Suck it, suck it off."
I knew he meant business when he drove it in and out with hard thrusts.
"Suck, suck, suck it off," he demanded as he drove it harder. I felt his whole body trembling while he fucked me.
"Ohhhhh, I dig that, I dig that," I heard him gasp as his hands pinned me to his penis. "Suck, suck, suck it off...."
The cock exploded. The thick cum shot down my throat. I gripped his cock, holding on for dear life. He loved it.
"Ahhhhhh, ohhhhhh, that's it ... suck, suck, ohhhh, baby, eat me, eat me up."
His penis shot its load for the second time as he finished fucking.
Slowly I slipped off his huge tool. I enjoyed sex with him. My first sex experience.
"Honey, why don't we strip and go in the bedroom?"
"Sure, baby," I smiled, "you're a groovy cat."
"Good balls," he grinned, gripping his still rigid pecker in one hand and reaching for a bottle of booze with the other. Lifting it to his mouth he poured some down his throat and turned to me.
"Do you mind if I have it from a glass?"
"I'm sorry," he apologized, "sure, another vodka?"
Nodding, I took the glass from him and sipped it slowly, just looking at his huge thick penis and his balls. It was a strange introduction to sex, pleasant, stimulating but not like I imagined it.
"We look funny, don't we?" he laughed.
"We do," I agreed, "my naked boobs and your big dong hanging out."
"What do you say we undress each other?"
"Why not?"
In seconds we were both bare-ass naked.
"You're good enough to eat," he glowed, looking me over from head to toe.
"Let's screw," I said, anxious to know more about sex. Inside his bedroom he proved what a sexy guy he was. Mirrors were on three sides of the bed and a king-size bed.
"Another way of making it is watching," he explained. "I always like to watch myself fucking."
Soon his arms were around me and we were kissing passionately. Our tongues locked in a French kissing session. He licked me all over my face, my eyelids, my nose, my lips, even poking his tongue in my ears.
He had me trembling, I got so turned on.
"Ohhhh, love me, love me," I begged.
Breathlessly, he asked, "Can I do anything?"
"Yes, yes," I moaned.
His tongue licked all around my titties, sucking on the breasts and then he got down to my moist mound. He went right on and began licking my cunt, reaching up to squeeze my breasts while his tongue licked in passionate excitement.
"Suck me, ohhhh, lover, suck me."
His tongue dipped in my cunt and he licked my clitoris. He knew just what to do, lavishing it with furious licking and then using his trained teeth to nibble. I went out of my gourd, he knew I would.
"Ohhhh, suck my cunt, suck it," I panted.
I came in his mouth, his tongue eagerly licking all my juices. I held him fast while he finished me off. I couldn't believe anything could be that exciting.
Lifting his face from my pussy he had a little boy smile. "Like having your pussy eaten?"
"Ohhh, yes, yes," I nodded, "I love it."
Glancing down I saw his penis was again hard as a rock. I knew he wanted to screw again.
"You said we could do anything, didn't you?"
"Yes, yes," I laughed. "Anything...."
He got off the bed and moved to a pole lamp. He snapped three lights on. I was instantly bathed in a red glow. Looking in the mirror I did look exotic.
Turning on the stereo he found some exotic drum music. He looked at me, a slow smile creeping across his face.
"Turn over so I can turn on."
I flipped over and he got down between my ass-cheeks and started licking me. It felt so good I arched my ass up and just let him lick.
"Watch me in the mirror," he said excitedly. I glanced in the mirror and it did look sexy to see his face buried in my ass. His fingers began diddling my pussy peeking out from beneath.
"Ohhh, you're great," I told him. "Keep it up."
He did. The action built until he was ready to do his thing.
"Get up on all fours. I like to do it dog-style." I did as I was told.
It did look silly to watch him on his knees poking his huge pecker at my asshole.
"A little lube job," he laughed, pressing a tube to get some jelly to rub around his penis.
"I like that music to fuck ass by ... do it to the drum beat ... that's the best way to screw ass."
His hands gripped my ass-cheeks, then he drove his huge pecker forward and I felt the damned thing forcing its way up my asshole.
"Oh, my God," I groaned, "how much meat you shoving up there?"
"Nine tremendous inches," he panted, pushing it in and out swiftly. His hands slapped at my ass.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck it," he said, driving in and out. I could tell this ass-fucking bit turned him on full fucking speed ahead.
"Throw your ass up to meet me," he laughed.
Arching my ass I threw it back to him.
"That's it ... churn it around."
I ground my ass around his dick. It drove him wild.
"Ohhhhh, baby, now you're fuckin' ... doesn't take long when we do it this way ... ohhhh, fuck, fuck, fuck it."
Thrusting hard, he shot his wad.
"Ahhhhh, baby, keep grabbing my dick, that's the way ... ohhhh, more to the left ... oh, baby, you're a great ass screw."
Slowly slipping his huge pecker out, he tapped me playfully on the butt.
"Like that?"
"You bet I do! You know how to do everything."
He took me home and gave me a hundred bucks. When I realized how much spare change I could pick up fucking after hours, I didn't hesitate to give the eye to men I thought were loaded.
About a week later I zeroed in on one handsome target. He was a young guy, dressed like he had loot. When I swung my hips before his eyes he licked his lips. That was a sure sign he was a pussy-eating sonofabitch who'd pay my price if I worked it right.
I laughed when I shook my titties in front of him and he laughed too. I thought it would be a good idea to spare nothing when it came to attracting potential clients.
"Jeez, look at her shake them knockers," he exclaimed.
"They're not plastic either," I told him. Old Gus, who worked the bar, heard me and stopped me talking to customers.
"Hey, no talkin' to the chicks," he called over.
A few grunts and groans of complaints and they didn't interrupt the act again. But the handsome, well-dressed guy was waiting, just as I thought he would be when I split at two-ten a.m.
"Hi," he grinned.
"Hi, yourself."
"Can we have breakfast together?"
"I guess so," I told him, trying not to be the hustler aggressor.
He drove me to a nice spot and just before he stopped the car, he asked, "We could come back here later...."
"Alright."
"Your place or mine."
"Your place."
I had no idea what going to his place would involve. He lived in the best section of town. Driving past the guarded gate to the exclusive mountainside mansions, I realized I had a good piece of change coming my way.
He was quiet, probably wondering if he'd done better going to a motel to hide his wealth and cut the cost of screwing me.
Reaching over he was feeling my thigh. I could tell I had an anxious customer on the line.
"You live in a nice house," I said, as he pulled up in front of a white colonial.
"It's comfortable," he replied modestly.
Inside the house, he fixed me a drink, then led me through a den, up two flights of stairs and into a bedroom.
"We undress here and go up there after we've showered and gotten ready for sex."
"Do you make all your pieces of ass take showers before you fuck them?"
"Nothing personal," he smiled, "just good policy."
"If you play around a lot," I nodded, "I suppose you're right."
"You play around a lot, don't you?"
"I'm beginning to...."
"That's nice ... I like fresh cunt...."
"You've got it," I laughed, tapping my naked pussy as I slipped out of my nylon panties.
"It's in here," he said, walking naked to the shower.
He had a fantastic bathroom ... one room with two silver sinks encased in white marble, a huge walk-in closet and a double shower room.
"Ohhh, this is nice," I exclaimed.
"You like luxury?"
"What woman doesn't?"
"I'll help you adjust the shower," he smiled.
Realizing it was a marble sunken tub-shower combination I sat down and let him figure out the right water temperature. He turned it on and soon we were in a small sea of waves. Soaping my pussy under the water, he washed my ass out and diddled me. He slid the soap around my titties excitedly.
"Wash me," he suggested.
"You dirty?"
"Very."
His huge pecker almost slipped out of my hand as I tried to wash it. He laughed. "And my ass too...."
He spread his legs and I reached down and cleaned his ass out. He stood quickly, letting the water drain and turned the shower on.
"Let's rush this operation because I can't wait to eat you...."
We dried off and he led the way up the next staircase leading to the private bedroom.
"Ohhh, this is groovy," I gasped, when I saw what a large bedroom he had. Marble desk-top, mirrors back of the bed and thick white rugs ... sexy and then I stopped.
"What's that?"
"The whipping post," he grinned.
"God, am I your next victim?"
"Come over here," he grinned menacingly.
"When you tell me what you're going to do to me I'll come over there," I laughed without humor.
"You're taking all the suspense out of it ... come over here, you'll find out."
"Alright," I gulped nervously, "I just hope you're not some sadistic sex-fiend who likes to ... you know...."
"No, I don't know...." he smiled as if he did know precisely what my fears were.
"Give me your hands," he said evenly, his eyes looking at me hypnotically.
I held my hands out. Quickly he produced some bracelets and locked them.
"Lift up your arms."
I lifted them up. He took the wrist-lock and snapped it to a chain atop a heavy metal ring which protruded from the wall.
He left me and walked away. I saw him fitting his legs into some heavy black boots. And then he put on a black leather jacket and a black mask. Turning the lights down low with the dimmer, he took out a small riding whip.
"I like your ass," he smiled.
"So do I," I told him, "take it easy."
"Sure, baby, sure," he grinned, "I always take it easy on nice fresh ass."
Raising the riding whip, I shuddered. He got hard watching me tremble.
"Do it if you're going to," I insisted, the suspense of wondering becoming torture.
The sharp crack of the whip cut across my bare ass. He was very hard now, his huge penis standing straight up.
"You're hurting me, stop it," I protested.
"I hope so," he said excitedly. "You got a nice soft ass."
The whip cracked again. Now he was stroking his pecker. With one hand jerking his penis, the other snapping the whip across my bare ass I felt tied to terror.
"Ohhhh, that ass is getting so nice and rosy red," he glowed excitedly. "Ohhhh, baby, you've got a nice whipping ass."
The whip cracked again. I couldn't help crying. Sobs wracked my body, only turning him on more.
"Beg me to stop and I'll quit," he said cagily.
"Please, please stop it ... you're hurting me," I begged. He did it just enough to make it burn but not enough to break the skin. The teasing tantalization of knowing I was a helpless plaything, a sex slave to his morbid passion.
I felt his hands on me. He was parting my ass, his huge pecker shoving forward. "Ever get ass-fucked?"
"Yes," I snapped, "but not tied up like a helpless slave."
"I dig it this way," he said roughly. The huge penis shoved up my asshole.
He reached around and gripped my breasts crudely, pinching the nipples savagely.
I felt like every part of my body was on fire. The awful beating I'd taken, and now this.
"Do you have to hurt me?"
"Yes, damnit, I do," he panted, driving his huge, swollen dick up my ass to the hilt.
"You're demented," I sobbed.
He pinched harder on my nipples. I squealed in pain. This made him drive his pecker harder.
"Fuck it, bitch, fuck it," he stammered. Grinding my ass for him, I couldn't help crying. The pain of his huge tool driving up my tender ass so roughly, the ugly wincing pain of pinching my nipples seemed like it would never end.
"Ohhhh, ahhhh, I'm coming ... I'm coming," he gasped, his nails pinching into my tender nipples.
"You're hurting me, you damned degenerate, stop it," I sobbed.
He only pinched harder and rammed his dick in farther. At last he released my breasts and pulled his prick out. Unchaining me, he was all excited, his eyes aglow.
"You like it ... do you dig kinky sex?"
"No, get me out of these wrist-locks." He got me out quickly and jumped on the bed like a young kid.
"Would you please pay me ... I want to split?"
"We haven't begun," he complained.
"Maybe you haven't," I said disgustedly, "I have just finished. Give me my money."
"What makes a whore moan?" he teased.
"I don't know," I said, nervously trying to get the blood circulating in my breasts.
"When she doesn't get her money...." he laughed.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"I answered the question ... what makes a whore moan? The answer is ... when she doesn't get her money."
"Very funny ... give me my money."
"Not until you finish."
"Finish what?"
Tossing the riding whip to me, he demanded, "You've got to whip my ass."
"That'll be easy," I snapped. "Turn over. I'll show you how to turn on."
He turned over, exposing his firm, round buttocks to me. Looking up, he begged, "Whip my ass good."
"My pleasure," I snapped, cracking the whip with all my might over his bare ass.
"Ohhhhh, I like that," he gasped, "keep it up."
"Sure, we aim to please," I said, snapping the whip across his tender ass once again.
By goading me on deliberately, he was cleverly scheming to produce genuine rage within me. It was working.
"Take this, you dirty motherfuckin' degenerate," I shouted in my rage. The whip came down over and over again, until his white ass turned crimson.
"Ohhhh, now suck my ass out, please baby, suck it. I'll pay you double ... go ahead, don't stop now."
"Two hundred?"
"Two-fifty, suck it."
I climbed on the bed and spread his ass and got my face in there and sucked it.
"Suck, suck, suck my dirty ass," he chuckled as I tongue-fucked him. I hated to do it, but the dirty, filthy degenerate wouldn't set me free until I did him.
"Ohhh, that's nice ... now you're sucking. Keep that tongue stiff. Suck it, eat my ass ... ohhh, beautiful ... you dig ass ... I got a nice rosy red ass now that you've whipped it honey ... suck it, suck me."
Dipping my tongue in and out his asshole I sucked hard and fast.
Flipping over he said, "Baby doll, sit on my face and I'll eat your asshole, suck your cunt while you lick my nuts and eat my dick."
I couldn't wait to climb on his face and make him eat my ass.
Straddling him, I lowered swiftly. His hands guided me over his mouth.
"Baby, you're beautiful," he said, slipping his tongue up my asshole and tongue-fucking me magnificently. I bent over and licked on his nuts.
When I realized how exciting ass-sucking could be on the receiving end, I sort of understood why he wanted me to eat his ass out.
"Suck that ass," I told him, "eat it ... eat that ass." This talk made his tongue work more feverishly.
"Suck, suck, suck it."
Now his turned-on tongue flicked faster. I was going out of my mind with sexual excitement as he diddled my cunt and ate my ass.
Grabbing his huge pecker I licked its length, crowning its head with my mouth.
He rammed it down my throat, and tore his tongue out of my twat and slipped it up my cunt.
Now, we were sixty-nining. With hard thrusts, his tongue lashed me. Licking up and down my love button I trembled. I nibbled on his dick and he loved that.
Letting him thrust as far as he could, I felt I'd gag on it but I knew he dug it like this so I let him ram it down there.
His thrusting pecker, caused me to throw my pelvis faster in his face. This tremendous moment of sexual ecstasy when our mouths, tongues and teeth worked on each other's genitals couldn't last for long at this pitch.
Harder he drove his cock, his tongue worked faster in my pussy. The cum shot down my throat. I came in his mouth. We ate each other, greedily licking at each other's genitals like a couple of sexual savages trying to devour each other.
"Suck, suck, suck it," he said, tearing away from my cunt and continuing to ram his dick down my throat.
"Ohhhhh, baby," he gasped, "keep that sucking action up ... I'm still shooting. How many times can I come? ... Ohhh, beautiful, ahhhhhhh, bite it ... oh, eat it, eat it up."
I gulped him down, his sticky, hot juices pouring down my throat.
"Love it, love it," he panted, as I licked his cock clean. When I pulled away from him, he slapped my ass playfully.
"This calls for a drink," he gasped. "Champagne for the best cocksucker in town."
"I think it should be a double toast," I laughed. "Champagne for the best cunt-eater in town."
"You might be right," he said, going to his bar and reaching for a cool Champagne bottle.
Toasting each other we laughed.
"I thought you were a monster at first," I told him.
"Did I draw blood?"
"No."
"Sex monsters bring blood so they can suck it ... I don't do that."
"Then you're no sex monster."
He paid me two hundred and fifty dollars for the night. When he took me home at seven in the morning, I felt wide awake and elated. Maybe it was the money, maybe it was sex. I don't know. But that night I knew I had a chance to cater to the off-beat sex customers who came to check the body out for use.
The next day the owner of the club informed me, "We're going topless and bottomless," he smiled. "Ass shows are the rage."
"Does that mean twice as much money for me?"
"You cheap cunt ... trying to hold me up?"
"Just want what's fair."
He gave me the finger.
"You got a lot of nerve."
"So have you showing off your body like a cheap whore. Maybe I'll fire you."
"They sure as hell don't come in here to look at you," I snapped. "I can get more money anywhere so whenever you want to bounce me, you'll be doing me a big fat favor."
"Well, let's see your big fat ass," he smiled, "so I can see if you've got anything worth puttin' on display."
"You angling for a piece of ass?"
"I don't mix business and pleasure."
I stripped right there. Turning around, he grinned, "Not bad ... maybe I should mix business and pleasure."
"For a price, yes ... free samples, no!"
Tapping my ass, he asked, "How much?"
"By the hour or the night?"
"Forget it, you cheap little bitch," he snapped, "you'd bite the cock that feeds you."
I laughed, "Okay, okay, I'll wear just arhinestone G-string with a see-through star ... okay?"
"Make sure the vice squad doesn't see too much through the star ... okay?"
"Natch."
"Not that I'm knocking your snatch," he laughed, "you've got a pretty pussy and its worth a pretty penny."
"Thanks," I smiled, "when you can afford me, you can have me."
That night I came on strong. Topless and bottomless gave me twice the appeal. I wiggled my bare ass and shook my titties right in their amazed faces. You'd think they never saw a bare ass before the way they watched the newest naked area to go commercial at the bar.
I saw two fellows eyeing me. I made it a point to close in and shake the tits, and wiggle the ass. A good bump and grind might help them mentally masturbate easier. God forbid they were doing it under the bar. I'd hate to be a party to public hand-jobs. It seems indecent. , Both men watched. They were both black. But black is beautiful. What the hell? They had cocks too. If seeing some white boobs and a white ass grinding turned their big black pricks on, more cockpower to them.
"Hey, you like some action tonight?" one of them whispered. I winked. The jackass bartender caught our by-play.
"No talkin' to the chicks ... okay?" he stopped them. They grinned and nodded but smiled back at me. I knew they were both hot for me and wondered which one would meet me after the show. They both looked at me so intensely it was hard to tell which one was turned on the most.
When I emerged from the club after work both of them were waiting for me. As fate would have it, the damned prejudiced bartender with his bigoted-small brain was watching in the distance. Defiantly, I smiled, "Hi, guys."
"Hi, chick," they both chorused.
"We got an idea," one of them began, slurring his words drunkenly.
"Yes," I said quietly ... sex!"
"How'd you know?" one of them laughed good-naturedly.
"I have to charge a little," I said bluntly. "We all have to eat ... even chicks who make it anyway you can take it."
"That's the kinda chick we're lookin' for," the other one grinned, flashing his even white teeth excitedly.
"Fifty bucks," I said evenly.
"Each?"
The sharp shock they registered when I said fifty forced me to reply, "Total."
Relieved, they asked to consult with each other privately. Moments later, they returned, "Yeah ... fifty bucks is okay."
"Where?" I asked.
"Motel," one of them grinned.
"Okay, my name is Marjorie ... you're Harry ... I've been listening to you talk ... and I didn't hear your name...."
"Bill," he smiled. "Marjorie, let's get cracking ... we're both horny as hell."
I got in their older model Cadillac and we took off like a bat out of hell. Gunning the engine, the car swung around and soon we were speeding to the east side.
"You like your business?" Harry asked.
"Everybody has to earn a living someway."
"Fuckin' is a nice way," Bill grinned.
"I think so," I agreed. His large hand found my thigh and soon he slipped it under my miniskirt and was feeling my warm pussy.
"You feel real nice," he smiled.
Reaching out I felt his huge penis.
"What you got there?"
"Ten," he smiled.
"That's a lot of dick."
"I'm a lot of man," he smiled happily.
"Take it out," Harry suggested. Slowly I unzipped Bill's pants. His huge pecker popped out. "Don't you wear shorts?"
"Uh, uh."
"Skin it back and lick it," Harry suggested. "He's got a nice clean cock."
I skinned his uncircumcised penis and the huge head stood straight up. Bill watched eagerly.
I licked its head and a few drops of crystal cum appeared. Licking down the length of the shaft I felt his body moving around.
"Go ahead and suck it," Harry insisted.
Opening my lips I let him shove it in.
"Suck, white girl, suck," Bill said hotly. His fingers ran through my hair as he gently pressed me down over his throbbing penis. I let my mouth slide its full length. He groaned in sexual ecstasy...."Ohhhhhh, baby, that's nice ... suck it for me."
It hardened to incredible length and thickness. I slid my mouth swiftly up and down the rock-hard flesh. He pressed my bobbing head up and down as he drove it to me.
Pulling his pants down farther, his huge black balls appeared. "Squeeze my balls, baby," he begged.
I squeezed his nuts while I sucked him. He was pushing me down frantically as I sucked furiously.
"Suck, suck, suck that cock ... eat that black dick ... suck ... ohhhh, that's it ... suck it off, eat it up, eat it up."
I felt him sliding out of his pants and spreading his legs. Harry took out his dong and was jerking while they were laughing and joking with each other.
"Shove a finger up my asshole," Bill insisted, spreading his butt and pushing farther forward in the seat so I could easily find his butt.
Shoving a finger up his asshole, he got turned on all the more.
"Suck it harder you dirty cunt! Eat it! Swallow it! Suck, suck, suck it off ... I'm gonna come ... keep that finger driving up my asshole ... ohhh, suck, suck it."
Grabbing my head with both hands, shoving me down on his shaft, he lifted his loins, driving his huge cock deep into my throat. And then I felt it.
"Ohhh, Jeeesus, I'm coming," he panted, exploding wildly in my mouth. From the head of his raging cock to the asshole his loins were trembling.
"Suck it all out ... ohhhhh, that's it, ahhhhh, baby, suck me."
I finished his cock off and looked up at Harry.
"I'm saving it baby for the motel."
Pulling up to a sharp looking motel, they found a place quickly. We got out and went in. It didn't take them long to strip. Soon we were all naked on the bed.
"I'll fuck her cunt this time," Bill demanded. "She can give you a suck off."
"Great," Harry said, straddling my chest quickly and lowering his firm ass on my taut titties.
"How am I going to get all that in my mouth?"
"I'll help you honey," he grinned.
"The balls...."
"What's wrong with them?" he chuckled. "Nothing's wrong with them," I laughed, "but they're so big."
"That's cause they're full of hot juice ... for you, baby ... just for your sucking mouth!"
Slowly pushing the cock into my mouth I felt his nails grinding in my hair as he guided it.
"Taste good?"
My mouth stuffed with cock made it impossible to answer. I nodded. And then I felt Bill straddling my hips.
"Pretty pussy," he whispered as he shoved his huge tool in my slit.
"Two-way fucking's the greatest," Harry grinned, slowly sliding his huge black prick in and out of my mouth. With the double sensation of a cock in my pussy and one in my mouth I was enjoying it.
"Grab that dick," Bill said, "I like snapping pussy ... you know what snapping pussy is, don't you baby?"
I clutched his cock tightly in my cunt. He drove it in. With firm, lusty thrusts he fucked it.
"You know, baby," he panted, driving it swiftly in and out of my box.
"Squeeze the balls," Harry insisted. I squeezed his huge black balls as he drove his dagger-like cock into my mouth.
"Feels good," he winked, "now, you keep licking my prick and I've got a big surprise for you ... liquid surprise."
I sucked him feverishly. He played with my titties while I ate his dick.
"Ohhhh, that's nice," he said, sliding it back and forth excitedly. "Keep that cock going ... fuck, fuck, fuck it."
His balls were bouncing on my chin as he arched over me and rammed that black thing home.
"I like to watch it going in your mouth," Harry smiled. He slid it way in and out and watched.
"Ohhhh, that's it ... now, now, suck it, suck it," he said increasing his speed. The giant cock jabbed unmercifully down my throat and he rose over me. I could see his ass-crack, his balls riding my chin as he looked down on me in passionate frenzy.
"Suck, suck, suck that black cock," he demanded, and then he came gushing in my mouth.
"Eat it up, eat my stuff, eat it up, girl ... eat it up." I ate his love juice ... hot, steaming, delicious.
Harry's orgasm brought me there too. I ground my ass around the huge pecker of Bill. Together we came.
"Ohhhh, I'm coming, I'm coming, honey," he laughed. "Grab that dick ... don't you let it go ... grab that cock."
Clutching his cock with my cunt muscles I felt his sperm inside me. Bathed in the warm glow of his steaming cum while Harry slid his huge black pecker out of my mouth. He was squeezing my titties as he slid out.
"Beautiful, baby, beautiful ... you sure know how to suck cock."
When Bill got his dick out of me, I got dressed and they paid me the money they promised.
"I'll take a taxi home," I told them and walked down the street a couple blocks before I could find an unoccupied cab.
When I got home I began thinking about myself. I was finding screwing fun. I couldn't figure out how it happened but now I knew I was suddenly hooked on weirdo sex.
The next morning I slept in very late and was awakened when the phone rang. "Hi," I began. "Marjorie, this is Val...."
"Val?"
"You know the relief gal at the topless joint?"
"Ohhh, yes."
"I want to talk to you," she said seriously. "Yes, about what?"
"Could I come over and talk to you at your place?"
"Sure if you want to." An hour later she showed.
"Come in, Val," I welcomed her. She was looking very smart in a white leather micro-mini and green accessories.
"It's about our boss," she began. "Honey, could I have a drink?"
"Oh, sure ... what?"
"Scotch...."
"Right."
I poured a vodka gimlet for myself and give her a scotch on the rocks. Then I listened.
"We're being asked to go totally nude," she said. "Total. And no increase in price."
"What?"
"Yes," she snapped, "and that's not all ... he wants exhibitions."
"Exhibitions?"
"Yes," she said nervously, "on stage sex ... intercourse for everybody to get their jollies ... and no more money."
"That cheap-skate ... I'll be damned if I'll perform for a group of people with no more cash."
"Oh, it's awful," she moaned, "he wants us to eat each other and I'm married."
"What does your husband think?"
"He thinks I should get more money if I have to do that."
"He's absolutely right, we should."
"If we approach the boss together, we'll get that salary raise. Everything else is going up, we've got to have more money."
"You're right. Tonight, I'll go with you."
That night we approached the boss. He was smiling, good-naturedly, "Girls, I want to talk to you about the act."
"So do we," I snapped.
"Yes, yes, come in my office," he said casually. Inside his well furnished office he had a pile of bills. "See these?" We nodded in unison.
"They're bills ... everything's going sky-high. I've got to think of new ways of making money to pay them. Teamwork, if we pull together, we can keep the club going."
"That's too bad," Val said sarcastically, "but judging from the crowds since you made us show our asses to the paying public I thought you made more money to take care of rising costs."
He smiled greedily, "Oh, yes, I make more money ... but not enough to take care of more expenses."
"So now you're going nude?" I asked, looking at him with a stony stare.
"Well, er, yes ... I must," he apologized, "and they demand even more ... competition, the movies these days show fornication."
"So we sixty-nine each other?" Val smiled. "Just like that! What do you think my husband will say?"
"Please, Val, you're making it tough for me."
"We want more money," I demanded flatly.
"How much more?" he gulped nervously.
"Twenty-five bucks a night," I insisted. "That is little enough for all the extra business our sex show will bring."
"That's a lot of money," he shook his head. "You don't know how much I might need to go to court."
"Suck off," Val said, rising.
"Alright, alright, we'll put on the exhibition. You girls are a big draw. Keep your bodies shapely ... you know, trim and nice and I don't ever want to catch you talkin' to nobody after hours. Remember, this is no cat-house come-on. That's another business. The two are similar, but not identical ... dig?"
"Yes," I said tightly, wondering if the bartender had told him about me meeting the two Negro guys.
"You don't have to worry about me," Val snapped, "my husband has enough on the ball, or should I say in the balls, to keep me real happy ... dig?"
"Okay, so we're all one big happy family now that we understand each other ... right?"
Val and I had the midnight sex show. We rehearsed before a mirror in our dressing room and broke up laughing. I was no Lez and she wasn't either. The whole idea of me putting my face in her crotch and her doing the same to me made us laugh.
Yet when the soft blue lights played on our naked bodies as we came on stage, the laughter never entered our minds. The men were watching intently between big gulps of booze. vVe did a quick little dance routine and then lay down on the mod beach towel and went down on each other. The men were going out of their gourds watching.
It was all supposed to be simulated sex ... pretending we were eating each other.
A funny thing happened. I got the sudden urge to actually eat her pussy when I was in the same spot the men were who went down on me. I knew there must be fascinating sucking thrills to be derived from eating cunt.
From the way Val's body trembled I thought she was turned on too. Back in the dressing room after the third bow and a stormy applause I locked the door and threw the towel on the floor.
"Val, baby, let's do it."
"Do what?" she asked excitedly.
"Eat each other."
"Honey, I'm sorry, I'm not Lez ... now I don't hold it against you, baby ... to each his own ... it's a matter of taste." As she talked, my body burned for her. I walked over to her, throwing my arms rapturously around her. And then I kissed her. Her lips parted, she pulled me closer. She wanted me, just like I thought she did when we were performing before the dirty old men.
"Ohhhh, baby, I love you," I panted as I felt the wonderful excitement of her soft breasts surge through my body. "Let's do it right now ... here."
We didn't waste any time stretching out on the towel. I lay on my back and she lowered her pussy to my mouth. Quickly my tongue tantalized her moist mound with little licks. She pushed back.
Getting down between my legs she went to work, licking greedily at my genitals.
"Suck it for me, honey," I urged her on.
It didn't take much urging. Her tongue slipped inside my slit and soon she was licking at my clitoris. I stabbed her pussy with my stiffened tongue and licked and lashed her beautiful moist box.
Nibbling on her clitoris I felt her vibrate.
"Eat me," she moaned softly. I went to it. Hungrily I spread her pussy and licked, sucked, nibbled and loved it. She did the same to me. It didn't take long before we came, gushing hot cum into each other's mouths.
We both lay on each other for a moment after our beautiful sex. It was a moment of truth, an exciting sexual discovery about ourselves.
"I don't know what got into me," I laughed, playfully caressing her inner thigh.
"I don't either," she giggled, "but you taste good." There was someone knocking on the door.
"Hey, you chicks, time to close up and go home ... what's keeping you?"
I told the nosy bartender we were taking showers and would be out soon. I think he suspected something else. But the door was locked. Yet it was too close a call to risk it again.
"Val, we've got to see each other again," I whispered.
"It can't be at my place," she explained, "my husband would have a holy fit if he caught me making it with a woman."
"But he doesn't object to our stage show?"
"That's make-believe," she smiled, "or so he thinks."
By the next time we made it, I'd done a little sex research. I found out what women use ... the dildo. I went out and bought one and laughed out loud when I tried it on at home. The straps looked strange, but the idea of having a powerful penis to ram up Val turned me on.
I phoned her one afternoon and invited her over.
"I guess so," she said reluctantly.
"Tell your husband we're having a sex-act rehearsal ... okay?" I laughed.
"I'd never tell Herbie that," she giggled, "he's so damned suspicious of me anyway ... only lets me work at the club if I promise never to have sex with anyone but him. Gads, he's living in the dark ages!"
When Val knocked on the door I was ready. I opened the door just a crack, then stood behind the door making sure it was her and let her enter. She looked at me when I locked the door and gasped.
"Oh, my God, you've gone Lez," she gasped. "You've got one of those awful plastic pricks ... what do they call them?"
"Dildo, luv, dildo."
"Drink?" she asked almost immediately.
"Sure ... I'm for vodka, you too?"
"Ohhh, alright ... heavy on the vodka."
When we both had a couple of drinks, we got a laughing jag over how funny I looked with the dildo strapped on my cunt. She quickly undressed and asked me, "Try it out on me, I'm dying to know if it's like a real pecker."
Spreading her luscious legs invitingly, she tapped her hairy pussy. I straddled her, guiding the plastic cock up her super slit.
I got right on her and stabbed it back and forth like a man laying a woman. It felt great just giving it to her. I caught onto the excitement a man feels when he dominates a female sexually.
"Give it to me," she panted.
Pulling on my buttocks, her hands told me she dug it just as much as I did. Closing in on her, our big breasts collided. We were really going to town.
"Does it come too?"
"Sure it does," I told her, pointing to the small push-button that released the hot liquid.
"Come on and fuck me," she said, throwing her legs around me and grinding her pelvis in time to my dildo thrusts. God, it was great being a man ... no wonder women dug getting fucked.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I gasped as I drove it in and out. And then I felt her coming. Her boobs were expanding, the nipples hardening, her cunt gushing. I pressed the button, releasing the cum flow.
"Ohhhh, I love it, I love it," she groaned, churning her ass around for me. I dug right in and struggled. Our boobs pressing against each other, both of us coming. It was beautiful. I pulled it out and she asked, "Can I do you?"
I got so thrilled to think she enjoyed it too, I hugged her close. "Baby, I've got a great idea ... the double dildo."
"What?" she giggled.
"The double-dildo is super cock ... we both get fucked."
I got it out and fitted it so we could continue with a beautiful second round of screwing.
Sliding it in and watching ourselves in the mirror we couldn't wait to make it go.
"Fuck me," she begged. I drove it to her.
"Fuck me ... ohhhh, baby, do me," I urged her on.
We came at each other with matching cock stabs. The beautiful dicks massaged our cunts.
"I'm coming ... ohhhh, I'm coming again," she moaned, turning and twisting. I got so excited I shot my wad too.
"Ohhhh, honey," she laughed, kissing me sweetly, and locking on my titties. "You're too much."
That night at the show some of the men thought we were too much too. They applauded like they were flipping.
We took a couple bows on the runway and then we were alone in our dressing room. Val seemed to be getting more beautiful. I was being hopelessly turned into a Lez, being forced to lick on her titties and fake a fuck act each night. And the worse part of all was I didn't care. I wanted her to love me, the hell with her husband ... I needed her, I loved her and we turned each other on. Why should she let anything stand in the way of our happiness.
"Maybe we should quit seeing each other for awhile," she suggested after we'd both finished dressing.
"Herbie?"
"He suspects ... I guess some men at the factory saw us having sex and they teased him ... 'You married to a Lez?' ... and it's driving him nuts. So, I don't think we can risk getting caught."
"I've got to have you ... I've got to," I told her.
"You're in love with me," she said, in shock.
"Yes, and I'll fight for you," I told her. "I'll fight Herbie, the boss of this dirty dive and all the rats in hell to keep you."
"We must end it ... I'm quitting this job tonight."
"If you do, I'll tell your husband everything," I threatened her.
"You'd blackmail me?" she gasped in shock and anger.
"Anything to hold the one I love."
"That's not love, that's a sickness ... you're sick...."
"Don't you call me sick," I warned her. "Tomorrow at my place at two or else...."
"Or else ... what?"
"Herbie will get the lowdown on us."
"He'd never listen to you."
"What to find out?"
"No," she shrieked, "I don't want to find out. You've got me cornered. Herbie is a filthy, suspicious husband and you're a scheming Lez. Put you two together and...."
"You're out in the cold, huh?"
"You little bitch," she flared.
"Don't call me names," I warned her. "You'll eat your words before I'm through with you. In the meantime you'll eat me ... tomorrow, my place, two p.m. That'll give you plenty of time to race home to your adoring husband so you can fix his male ego while you serve him a delicious T.V. dinner to show how much you care. Home sweet home. Oh, I envy you, Val."
"I'll be there at two," she said evenly, "but not because I want to be there! Get that straight!"
"That doesn't matter to me ... just so you show."
At two p.m. the following day she knocked on the door. She was quiet and I knew she was upset.
"What's troubling you?"
"Should I be happy?"
"Yes," I said throwing my arms around her. "You know we love each other. You're fooling nobody but yourself. Herbie suspects, we know ... don't we?"
She didn't answer with words, but her lips and tongue told the story. Kissing me tenderly, her tongue slipped inside my mouth and soon we were Frenching each other.
Moments later we were bare-ass naked on the bed.
"Let's eat each other," I smiled.
"I'm no pussy-eater," she protested, "that's Herbie's department."
"You're a pussy-eater now," I said, going down on her cunt and pushing my pussy in her face. Her tongue told the lie to her foolish talk. Her tongue slipped eagerly inside my gash and she licked and sucked with total delight as I ate her box.
I guided her as my tongue did its thing on her love button.
"Keep it up," she begged. "Ohhh, I love it. I love it. Nobody ever did me like this before."
I went to work on her beautiful pussy, sucking away with all the passion I felt for her beautiful body. She did the same for me and suddenly we gushed in each other's mouth. Licking, eating, thrilling to each other's taste, we finished off our sex act.
"What are we going to do about us?" I asked. "I don't know," she said, her forehead wrinkling. "You do love me, don't you?"
"Of course I do," she smiled, "but there is Herbie."
"You can't love him after what we've meant to each other."
"That's just it," she said softly, "I dig you both. I guess I'm bi-and you're Lez."
"Oh, God, you're split down the middle."
"Yes," she said, looking down, "it isn't easy being sex schizo."
I hugged her, stroking her breasts softly with my tongue. She stroked my head while I licked her.
"I've got to run," she said, "Herbie's dinner."
"Can't he ever take care of himself?"
"No," she replied, "he needs me."
"So do I," I told her flatly. "I need you something awful. He can get any number of women ... and don't think he doesn't. Most men are so damned disloyal. They're true to their cocks, not our cunts."
"I don't think Herbie plays around with anybody," she said sincerely.
Little did she know. I'd had enough experiences with men to know that you couldn't trust them out of sight. Then, I let her go. I watched her from the window and it hurt me deeply as I saw her leave me. I had a feeling rush through me it was the last time.
That night we got busted. It was awful. Vice-cops all over the place. We were rushed down to jail and booked. Sure, we got out on bail but the club was closed down. Our names got splashed all over the papers and wouldn't you know it, Herbie divorced Val.
I tried to console her but it was useless. I felt so alone I didn't care about life, say nothing of sex. I got to hiring out and then I met up with a sadist who slashed me across my breasts. I had to go to the hospital ... lost so much blood I nearly lost my life.
Now, I want to begin again, but it is so damned difficult. I have no references, and I don't want to start telling lies for any reason. But, they'd never hire me anywhere if they knew my sordid past.
It has even played havoc with my health. I guess it couldn't help but have a lot of negative static because I've gotten so mentally and physically exhausted.
I've come to you for help. You can't tell most doctors about sex problems. If you tell them you've been a hustler, they've got you pegged ... that's no good. You need somebody who has enough understanding, enough insight to help you carve out a new life. My feeling is that everybody has a right to a second chance.
Now I can't find employment. I'm on welfare and I hate it. But I don't have anything I can do. Sometimes, I feel like slipping back into sex. If I'd diet, get my shape back and try the topless circuit ... not the high-class spots, but the out-of-the-way joints, maybe I could make a comeback."
SUMMARY
Marjorie's problems are many. The shock of the loss of her father and mother was enough to send her into life-long security quest, but the double blow of losing her only brother in the Viet Nam conflict almost completely wiped out her last security base. Within herself, she developed a need for attention, which she translated in her warped way as love. Certainly, the type of adulation paid by drooling drunks at a topless bar, which serves as a voyeur establishment could do little good for her.
The fact Marjorie was accountable to no one made it much easier for her to slip into the "hustling" trade. Finding the money good, the attention meaningful, she continued in her sexual exploration until she discovered Val.
Val represented great emotional security; it spared her from the trauma of marriage, children and the very type of life she felt inadequate to face.
However, breaking up the marriage of Val and Herb only led her into more chaos. The vice-squad crackdown brought complete destruction to the entire emotional framework Marjorie had erected for her survival. Now, she was faced with the fact some people felt her performances were lewd, indecent and rated her as some kind of a sex criminal whose life was contributing to the degredation of the community.
Combining this final blow with all the others life had dealt her in an unending attack on her happiness, it is amazing the pressure didn't lead to a crack-up.
Fortunately, she had much more inner strength which surfaced to save her. Now, she must attack her crossroad problem; where can she go from here?
It is true, she might regain her figure and reappear in the nudie night-club circuit. However, it is doubtful this would bring her any more lasting happiness than it did the last time around.
It might be advisable at this point for her to realize she is not too old to enter some vocational training program whereby she could learn a new way of earning a living. Easy money from selling sex will have to be forgotten. She will have to begin again. It won't be easy at first, but it will be far from satisfactory for Marjorie to go the other route.