Chapter 4
Jill stirred restlessly in her sleep. In her dreams, Pete's Trusty TV repairman was crawling around in her backyard, knocking over patio furniture, sneaking like a nocturnal predatory reptile, clawing at windows to find entrance. Crash ... ! His knobby fingers were prying at the sliding glass bedroom door now, his nails scratching over the smooth glass.
"Oh, oh, oh!" She wakened with a start, her blue eyes popping open like window shades on tight springs. A clenched fist flew to her mouth.
Crash! Somebody was in the backyard. Jill sprang to her feet and nudged the slumbering Toby with one delicate foot.
"Toby ... Tobeee...." she hissed. "Wake up, you useless beast! Somebody's prowling around in the backyard!"
The animal reluctantly lifted his head, yawning half-heartedly and obediently followed the line of her pointing finger, lumbering over to the sliding glass door. His black nose wiggled, picking up the intruder's scent; then he threw back his sleek black head and howled like an Irish widow at her husband's wake.
In a flutter of action, Jill gasped, closed her eyes and threw back the curtain, prepared to face her death. Instead, she stared into the lu-qiud dark eyes of her neighbor's gray poodle.
From Toby's instinctual response and the poodle's belly scraping hunch, she didn't have to be a veterinarian to know the animal was in heat ... a bitch in heat.
Laughing at her own insecurities, Jill flicked off the light, switched on the radio and listened to soft mood music, thinking about Bob. Soon she would call him.
Janie slammed the door shut behind Bob. He was alone ... in his hotel room with ... with a whore! But as he sat on the bed, staring weakly up at this beautiful woman of the streets, he had to admit that she was one hell of a woman, bought for or not. She exuded pure animal sex, and he had to admit it would be sort of tempting to take her in his arms and kiss her, love her up a bit ... oh, nothing more. He wouldn't fuck her or get intimate, but Lord, it would be nice to kiss those cherry-lips, caress her pert breasts to hardness....
He felt his cock jerk into instant rigidity as if it were independent of him. He tried to will it limp again, to rid the lewd thoughts swirling in his scotch-sodden head, but it remained throbbingly swollen. Guiltily, he looked away.
Janie chuckled, "Bobbie's got a hard-on." She was eyeing his bulging pants. "Bobbie's got a great big beautiful hard-on because he wants to fuck Janie's pussy."
Bob had never heard a woman talk in such filthy language. "Janie ... cut it out, for crying out loud!"
"You're going to fuck me, fuck me, fuck me...." She brushed up to him, and her breath was like a firebrand on his cheek. She touched his knee lightly, her fingers almost searing the cloth, and then she reached higher, higher ... and touched the throbbing male flesh down between his legs!
"Ohhhhhhh God!" he managed to breathe, almost leaping off the bed in a spasmodic reaction. He could feel his testicles ache with a sudden pressure of sperm, and try as he may, he couldn't break away from that sweet caress. Her tongue trailed over his cheek, searching for his mouth, and her hand continued to rub his penis.
"Loosen up, it's only physical. I'm not asking you to marry me," she droned on hypnotically. "You want to get that hard cock into my wet pussy...."
"I ... I'm a happily married man," he protested weakly, his voice cracking on the word man.
"Of course, all men do! But that has nothing to do with us."
This is wrong! his tortured mind screamed. Jill would die if she found out. He wrenched himself off the bed, his heart hammering and he was aware that his prick was still granite hard and seeping hot drops of excited lubrication: He had to compose himself! To somehow make an excuse and leave ... Loren or no Loren....
Janie's husky voice whispered, "I've got a treat for Bobbie!" She crooked her finger at him.
He turned, gathering the courage to reject her, but then the words froze in his throat. His mouth hinged open and his eyes bulged.
She stood before him, completely naked!
The lovely prostitute had unhooked her jump suit, and it lay puddled at her feet. Neigher panties nor bra were evident, and as he grazed mesmerically at her white supple body, he could see she didn't need any artificial supports. She smiled at him, the tip of her wet, pink tongue showing. The hair lined lips of her cunt were open for him, the golden down glistening lusciously in the pale glow of the hotel room light. Her high, perfectly rounded breasts, startling white against the rest of her tanned body, jutted out, and her long slender legs trembled with desire.
"Well, lover? You like me or not? Would you like to kiss ... down here?" Her hands had moved to her pubic curls, and when she said here, her fingers blazed a trail down through the pink pussy lips and spread them slowly apart, revealing the tiny trembling bud of her erect clitoris. Eyelashes fluttering, she began to stroke it back and forth, round and round.
Bob was mad with lust! The thought of kissing, of licking her sweet young pussy set his prick into a wild pulsation. "Janie ... please," he moaned, his breath all but stopped.
"And I'll kiss your cock. I want to kiss and suck it ... I love to suck cock!" On and on she droned, until Bob couldn't say no. He'd been denied oral love by his wife ... and he had wanted to feel the softness of a woman's velvety pussy as it opened to his mouth ... if only his wife understood that, wanted his kisses, his tongue, his cock in her mouth ... oh, God! He could feel his swollen penis palpitate again.
He had to have her! He suddenly didn't care about Jill or that this girl was a whore! The heat in his genitals was his sole existence, and the scalding need to suck and be sucked! Yes! He had to have her!
He unfastened his belt and removed his clothing, dumping them on the floor. Finally, they stood facing each other, both stark naked.
"Oh, it's lovely," mewed Janie, staring down at his bursting shaft standing out at right angles. She walked to the bed, and lay down on the cover. "Come here, Bobbie," she purred, "let me suck you off."
Bob came to her, and the next thing he knew he was writhing beside her, feet-to-head, and Janie's fingers scratching lightly over his cock, her expert lips kissing his legs, belly, and inner thighs, offering him a little glimpse of heaven.
"God! Hurry!" groaned Bob, not sure he could keep his boiling semen inside his testicles another minute.
Immediately Janie plunged her head forward and Bob felt the incredible hot moistness of her lips close butter-like over the sensitive head of his cock, felt her tongue licking tiny circles around it. Sighing, completely succumbed to her fingers, Bob moved toward her, and buried his face in her cunt. There was a sudden jerk of contracted muscles in Janie, and she pressed closer to his mouth. The complete sensuality of this whore blotted out all thoughts except for the delicious lechery of his bought-and-paid for lovemaking.
Practiced professional that she was, Janie tasted the salty tang of his secretions, twirling her tongue faster and faster. Then she began to suck him rhythmically, while Bob looked up and watched her lipstick -rimmed lips ripple up and down his hardened penis, watched the soft skin of her mouth pucker outward and then back in as she sawed over his penis. Christ, it was an erotic sight! That aroused him still more and his loins tensed, jerking upwards, smashing into her face.
His head darted back down to her soft, hair fringed cunt and drew her firm rounded buttocks down over his mouth so that he was sunk nose-deep in the soft-rimmed flesh. Both hands grasping her buttocks, he held her tight, jabbing his tongue up into the pink folds. He heard her gasp with pleasure and renew her nibblings. Moving his hands down, he opened her wider and curled and flicked his tongue at the smoothness of her ass cheeks. He sucked and licked while she swayed above him, completely out of control, her cunt flowering wider and her vaginal juices mingling with his saliva and dribbling down his cheeks.
He plunged to her clitoris, sucking and biting it tenderly, his tongue reaming the sensuous little button while she churned and writhed, bucked and moaned in a lewd dance of lust ablve him. Bob sensed she was straining to cum, her mouth and cheeks sucking wildly at his penis as her breasts danced in rhythm to her sucking. And then....
"Ummmmmmmm...." Janie fought for her climax and the warm pungent juices of her softly pulsating pussy spread across his face. She screamed out her orgasm, though her mouth was still stuffed with his deep thrusting cock. She snaked her heels around his shoulders and rubbed her heaving cunt in a tormented motion.
And then....
Brrruuuugggghhhhh!
What was that? Dizzy with pleasure, Bob fought to lift his head, struggling against Janie's clutching hands that nailed his head to her still flowing vagina. Bewildered, he stared at the telephone an easy arm's reach away. It might be Loren; he had to answer. Wiggling free one hand, he clawed at the receiver and plastering it to one buzzing ear, muttered a hello.
"Hello...?" The voice was distant. Jill! Christ, what a time for her to call!
"Bob ... is that you?"
"Sure is. (pant) ... how are ya?" he mumbled, staring down at Janie who pumped his penis, taking all of his testicles into her mouth, bathing them in her hot cavern. Little bubbles of lustful delight erupted from her throat. Bob clamped his hand over the receiver, shooting grimaces at Janie who either didn't care or didn't notice.
"I'm fine ... Bob, you sound strange. Are you feeling okay? You sound woozy...."
"Oh ... no...." Christ, she's got her tongue tip sliding into my cum slit! He tried to pull loose, but Janie wouldn't budge. "I'm ... fine," he choked, his words coming out in a low groan.
"Bob ... what is going on?" Jill's suspicions were piqued, one eyebrow cocked, ears keened for evidence.
"No ... nothing, honey." His dry tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth while he stared wild eyed at Janie who was working at the crevice of his buttocks, slithering and probing her tongue in search of his puckered anal hole, carrying on her business solo. Her free hand stroked over her clitoris, obviously not caring that her partner had taken a short reprieve.
"Bob ... is there somebody in the room with you?" Jill's pouty mouth puckered into a tight line.
"Wh-what? Some ... somebody in the room with me? No, hon. What ... makes you ... (Christ, I'm gonna cum) ... ask a sil ... silly question like that?" He chuckled hysterically.
"Bob ... what's going on?" she blasted. Fifteen hundred miles distance is no impediment to a woman's intuition, and when Janie broke into a low moan that suddenly erupted into a hard flailing, open-mouthed shriek of lust, Jill's temper was stoked.
"I'MMMMMM CUMMMMMMMING!" Janie shrieked in a banshee yell that could have shattered crystal. Bob glanced down horrified to see his whore finger fucking herself into oblivion.
On the other end of the line, Jill sat up in bed, feeling as if she'd been kicked in the guts. There was somebody in Bob's hotel room ... a woman!
"Bob, who is that you've got in your room? Bob ... Bob ... I want an answer right now!" She clenched her fists so hard her lacquered fingertips dug bloody lines into the palms of her hands, while Janie's fingers rubbed at her swollen clitoris, bringing it to a ripe explosion.
"OH ... OH, OH ... IT'S SOO GOOD. CUMMM WITH ME, BOBBIE!"
"BOBBIE? I hate you, Bob Carlson. I hate you!" she snarled and threw the receiver against the wall in an ear drum bursting smash.
But Bob heard little of it-his ears buzzed with an impending eruption. This little woman slaving down between his legs outmatched his guilt. The telephone slipped from his grasp and dangled loosely by the cord. And then....
Bob, too, felt the erution of fire leap along his penis. He gasped as though in agony, and then his cock began a wild, convulsive jerking that flooded without advance warning into the whore's bobbing mouth with rush after rush of boiling sperm, bloating her cheeks and forcing her to swallow wildly to keep from choking. Then, as quickly as it started, there was one final spurt and he lay back, half unconscious, wilted.
Still the girl sucked ravenously at his juices, milking every drop of the hot gushing sperm until at last, his penis jerked softly and deflated in the warm sperm filled cavern of her mouth. She slid her lips from his cock with one last swallow, and cradled her face to his still throbbing groin.
"How was that, lover?" she murmured appreciatively.
He could only sigh in answer. Somehow the stirrings of remorse and shame were not there; he only felt like a satisfied, virile male, one who had satisfied a woman. A certain power, a certain pride bubbled up in the fact that he had proven that his desire for oral sex was right, not something obscene as his wife had thought.
Jill ... Jesus Christ Almighty! She knew.