Chapter 2
As Brenda hurried across the lobby, she knew that what she needed was someone to talk to. She needed that now more than anything she could think of. But she didn't expect to find anyone at the Convention she would know. In fact, the only person she had ever known who lived in the city was Sandy Treeman and she hadn't had any contact with Sandy since college.
Brenda hesitated, debating with herself whether she should call Sandy or not. She didn't even know for sure if Sandy still lived in the city, but it wouldn't hurt to see if she was listed in the telephone book. If anyone would be able to tell her what she should do, it would be Sandy. Sandy had always had a way with men.
She changed directions in the middle of the lobby and headed for the phone. She dropped a dime in the slot and closed the door. Brenda failed to notice the sleazily dressed man watching her from the entrance to the corridor leading to the Crest Room.
She dialed information and asked for Sandy Treeman's number, breathing a sigh of relief when a number was given to her. With fingers crossed that Sandy would be home, she dialed the number. The phone rang five times and Brenda was about to hang up when she heard the phone at the other end of the line being lifted from its cradle and a throaty voice, sounding as though the person answering was just coming out of a deep sleep, said, "Hello, whoever you are, you've caught me in the middle of something. Try me in twenty minutes."
"Sandy? ... Sandy, it's me. Brenda Martin."
"Who?"
"Brenda Martin. We went to school together."
It took a moment before Sandy remembered her, and then her voice came alive. "I remember you," she said. "My God, how long has it been? Five years?"
"Closer to seven," Brenda said, excited now that Sandy remembered her and seemed just as friendly as she had been in school. Brenda explained about the convention and how she hoped they would be able to get together later in the evening for a drink.
"Your voice sounds funny," Sandy said. "Is something wrong?"
Brenda blushed at how easily Sandy had detected her concern. "I'll tell you about it later," she said. They made an appointment to meet at ten o'clock in the hotel's lounge.
When Brenda stepped out of the booth and began walking back across the lobby floor toward the Crest Room, the man who had been watching her straightened his tie and waited for her, his face twisted into an evil smirk showing broken, uneven teeth.
Sandy hung up the phone and turned back to the John lying naked on her bed, his legs spread obscenely, his arms folded behind his head. "Another client?" he smirked.
She ignored his comment and postured her body sensuously in the filmy, black negligee she was wearing before moving slowly across the room toward him, allowing him to get his eyes full of her pert, pointed breasts that danced under the see-through material as though they had a life of their own. The more aroused he became, the easier would be her job of finishing him off. She watched his flaccid penis coming erect as she neared him. She licked her lips and smiled, beginning to get in the mood for her job.
The telephone call had interrupted the progress she had already made with her John, but she was excited to hear from someone from the old group of people she had known in school. And although ten o'clock was her prime working time, she needed a night off and for the first time in weeks, she found herself really looking forward to keeping an appointment.
She sat on the bed next to him and trailed the fingertips of her right hand up the inside of his thighs. He moaned at her touch and spread his legs even further apart in an-attempt to allow her hands to his cock. She moved her fingers to his balls which were drawn up close to his body and raked them gently with her fingernails, stretching them up over the base of his now-engorged penis and letting them fall with a plop back onto the sheets between his legs.
"How do you want it?" she cooed, tracing her fingers up the stiff pole of his manhood, feeling the veins of his penis pulsing with blood.
"Suck it!" he ordered. "Cram it in your mouth and suck me dry. I want you to eat my cum."
Sandy knew when she had a winner. She leaned over and whispered tantalizingly in his ear. "You want it to last a long, long time?" He nodded eagerly. "You want something really special?" In his passion-enflamed state he was willing to agree to anything ... even to double the price. Sandy not only knew when she had a winner (a John that would come back time after time), but she also knew exactly what kind of a winner she had. This one sounded like a tough guy, but years of experience told Sandy that it was an act he put on because he was afraid someone would find out exactly what he really was like. And what that was she was pretty sure she knew.
Sandy stood up from the bed and flipped back her straight black hair until it hung out of her way down to the center of her back. She allowed the softness to be replaced in her face by a look of severity; her posture and demeanor took on superiority and dominance. "I'm glad to hear you want me to eat your cum because that's exactly what I'm going to do," she said, crossing the room and opening the bottom drawer of a dresser. When she stood up she held four strands of nylon rope, each about three feet long, in her left hand. Then she slowly pushed the bottom drawer of the dresser closed with her big toe, conscious of her John's curious eyes on her back. Keeping her back to him, she placed the ropes on the dresser in front of her and looked at herself in the mirror against the wall.
Sandy timed her movements carefully, keeping everything in slow motion for the benefit of her john. First she untied the string of her negligee. She wore only a pair of black bikini panties underneath. Her large voluptuous breasts were covered only by the edges of the negligee. She rolled her panties down to her knees, keeping her legs straight, and then stepped out of the left leg by bringing her knee up, toes pointed, until the panties fell free of her foot and slid gracefully down the calf of her right leg. She turned around and faced the john, resting her palms on the edge of the dresser and allowing her negligee to fall open so that he could see her completely nude except for where her negligee covered her shoulders. She spread her legs slightly and kept her back arched and her breasts high.
She watched his reaction closely. Next, she picked up the four strands of rope and held them dramatically out at shoulder height in her out stretched right hand, palms up, fingers straight, the strands held between thumb and palm. When she spoke, her voice was stern and throaty.
"And to make sure I get what I want from you, I'm going to tie you up first."
She lowered her right hand, letting the ropes dangle from her fist like a white whip. She began moving toward the bed, slowly, stalking it like a cat, taking small, suspenseful steps, her eyes burning into his, forcing him to look away. She didn't fail to notice how his breathing now came in quick, short, stabbing inhalations or how his toes coiled and uncoiled against the bed.
When she reached the corner of the bed by his right foot, she stopped and separated one of the strands from the rest, and holding the single strand in her left hand, she threw the other three against his penis. The rope slapped against his flesh with a whipping sound and caused his engorged phallus to swell even thicker.
"Oh, my God," he groaned. "You'll hurt me!"
Sandy tied his right ankle securely to the frame under the mattress. He offered no resistance. Then she moved to the foot of the bed and crawled between his spread-eagled legs on her knees. She reached for a second strand of rope from the pile that was now tangled around his cock. Selecting a strand that appeared to be more tangled around his penis than the rest, she said, "If you don't cum enough for me, I will hurt you!" And then she jerked the rope free from the rest, causing his stiff tool to jerk painfully as the rope burned its way loose. He cried out in shock but he didn't make any effort to stop her.
"You love it, don't you?" she taunted.
"Don't hurt me ... just promise you won't hurt me!"
"I don't make promises," Sandy snapped, tying his left ankle in the same manner that she had his right. Sandy knelt on the bed beside him and removed the ropes from around his cock. "Oh, poor baby. Did I hurt you," she cooed to his penis. She stroked it with her fingers, running them over his balls and up the blood-engorged shaft to the purplish crown, shining with desire. She hefted his balls in the palm of her left hand, weighing them, testing their size and then very carefully she began squeezing them delicately between her fingers, watching his face for reaction.
"If I don't get enough cum out of these, I'm going to squeeze them until they turn to jelly," she threatened. And then she let them drop with a smack against his ass. His responsive groan was pure pleasure.
She ordered him to stretch both his arms out to the corners of the bed, and when he did, she tied his wrists to the bed's frame as she had tied his ankles. She stepped back and observed her handy work. He was completely spread-eagled to the bed, helpless. She could do anything she wanted to him and he would be powerless to stop her. It was a feeling Sandy enjoyed, having a man helpless in front of her.
Sandy looked at the clock on the dresser. If she wasn't going to accept anymore appointments that night, she had a lot of time to kill before she was scheduled to meet Brenda at the Plaza Lounge. She might as well take her time and enjoy this trick. It had been a long time since she had found anyone who had turned her on. This john wasn't exactly her type but at least she could use him.
She pushed her negligee from her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Walking over to the dresser again, she opened a cigarette box, extracted one and lit it from a phallic-shaped lighter. Then she turned around and leaned back against the dresser, resting her palms on its edge as she had done before.
"I'm going to use you," she said, "to satisfy myself."
This time when she crossed the room and crawled onto the bed, she straddled his waist with her knees, but before she settled onto his cock she began playing with her cunt with her fingertips as he watched the excitement growing in both of them. She massaged the hair-lined lips of her pussy, the electric touch of her fingers shooting inflamed desire surging deeply into her cunt. She spread her pussy and stroked its center, toying with the pink node of her clitoris until her cunt was bathed in the fragrant juices of her lust.
She settled her firm buttocks onto the top of his thighs and pressed the shaft of his penis in the cleft-like valley of her pussy. She ground her hips over him, feeling the heat from his engorged sex burning into the delicate, sensitive center of her love garden. Her tonguetip came out and wet her lips, her head rocked back and a groan of pleasure escaped from her throat.
"Oooohhh ... that feels so good," she panted. She increased the speed of her pelvis and the deep, racing of her breath began to match that of his.
She held her cigarette between her fingers. Her body throbbed with so much passion and her breathing was so erratic that she could hardly talk. "If you don't cum for me before this cigarette burns down," she threatened, "I'm going to put it out on your balls."
Sandy's threat brought the hoped-for reward of feeling his penis, dripping with the boiling lubricants of her body, inflame itself into the rigidity of a metal tool. He pulled with his arms and legs against the ropes binding him to the bed; his head rocked back and forth to the tempo of Sandy's thrusting pelvis.
"I'm close," he cried. "I'm close ... oooohhh!" He arched his body, bucking furiously as Sandy struggled to stay on top of his burning member.
"Not yet, you don't!" Sandy said, slowing her tempo, lifting her burning buttocks slightly, easing the tension on his lubricated cock. "You're going to eat me before you cum." She turned around and crouched over his head, her knees touching his shoulders, and allowed him to see and smell the rich, sweet aroma of her pussy, dripping with the blended juices of their desire.
He strained toward her crotch with his head, his mouth open and his tongue eager to lave her succulent body, but the ropes held him back. Sandy didn't allow him to drink in the nectar of her vagina. Yet! Holding the tops of her thighs, she squirmed against his face, rotating and gyrating herself so that his tongue laved her like a flaming torch from the top of her fleecy pubic hair to the top of the deep cleft separating her churning buttocks.
Sandy controlled the territory over which his slurping tongue covered by grinding her hips forward and backward, feeling the hot moistness bring her closer and closer to the ecstatic eruption of orgastic bliss. Her dripping pussy slapped his tongue back and forth between his nose and chin. She ground the slit of her cunt over his nose, forcing his tongue and lips to jam into the base of her tingling clitoris, over and over again until she was so close to eruption that she didn't think she could hold back much longer.
"Cum for me now, baby!" she cried, lowering her head and sucking the throbbing purple head of his penis into her mouth.
She pumped her head up and down, tasting the saltiness and delicious warmth of his blistering flesh, savoring the texture of hot lust and filling her mouth and throat with his cock, seeking desperately to discharge its churning load of scalding cum into her waiting belly. She felt his cock swell at its base as his balls let loose with a tremendous load of thick, grayish cum that shot along his penis and exploded into her waiting mouth. He screamed and bucked beneath her as load after load shot into Sandy's hungry mouth.
"Aggggghhhh ... ohhhhh ... ohhhhhh ... suck it, suck it, suck it!"
Sandy could control her own orgasm no longer and her body convulsed into spasms of blessed eruptions. She screamed and humped her pussy into his face as her orgasm took control of her body. Her wet pussy slapped against his face again and again until she was left drained and depleted. She swallowed and licked a final drop of cum dripping from the end of his penis into her mouth and then she collapsed on top of him, leaving her steaming pussy cover his face.
As the tension subsided from her body, Sandy stretched and cuddled on top of her trick like a relaxed, satisfied kitten. She had forgotten the cigarette until the heat between her fingers triggered her memory. With her thumb, she pushed the glowing end of the cigarette further from her fingers and sat up, holding the short butt in the air for her trick to see. She smiled, climbed off the bed and stabbed the cigarette out in an ashtray without saying anything to him. I'll bet he thought I would actually have done it, she thought. It will keep him coming back.
Sandy left him contentedly tied to her bed as she walked to her closet and began selecting her clothes for the evening. She paused for a moment, a finger touching her pursed lips, her mind debating the question that came to mind when Brenda had called earlier. Should I tell her I am a ... prostitute? Or does she already know? If she did know, would that have anything to do with the fact that she called me after so many years?