Chapter 7
TOTAL SEX
"My apartment?" Andrea nodded.
"A cab, please," Dick told the doorman. He stood with Andrea under the canopy of the restaurant.
"Le Chien Andalou," whispered Andrea. "I'll never forget, Dick, never!-tonight has been the most divine experience I've ever had. The meal ... and you."
Dick beamed. A warm glow seemed to radiate from his smile. He held Andrea in the firm grip of his arm, feeling the warmth of her body as it pressed close to his.
"Your taxi, sir," announced the doorman, waiting with palm extended. Dick slipped a five dollar bill into his hand.
He held open the door of the cab and Andrea slipped in. Dick climbed in beside her.
"God bless you," whispered the doorman as he slammed the door shut.
"Where to?" asked the driver. "I can't wait around all day."
"Patchin Place," replied Dick. "That's a small private mews off West 10th Street, in the Village."
"West 10th between where and where?"
"Greenwich and Sixth."
Andrea squeezed his arm. "Dick, the way that man looked at us-the doorman-I felt as if he knew we were about to make love. Isn't that silly? But, honestly, I really felt as if he knew that was what we're going to your apartment to do."
"She snuggled closer, resting her head against his shoulder. Her head was tilted up.
"I really felt vibrations from him. He was so sweet. 'God bless you!' That's what he said to us, Dick, did you hear him?"
He nodded. "I tipped him five bucks."
"Don't be commercial," Andrea retorted. "I thought the gesture was lovely."
"Hey, Mister," interrupted the cabby, "that address you give me ... that's on West 10th Street behind the Women's Prison, isn't it?"
"Yes."
"The women's prison?" Andrea asked.
"Detention Home," explained Dick. "That's the official title. Surely you must have seen it if you ever went sightseeing in Greenwich Village. It's a large ugly monstrosity of a building, with women jailed like animals in there. The screaming out of the windows goes on throughout the day and night."
Andrea shuddered. "What sort of women wind up in there? That sounds like a vision of hell!"
"It is," agreed Dick. "And a very unpretty picture of Hades, I might add. As far as the women are concerned, most of them are prostitutes, I would imagine. Prostitutes and murderers. It's a sordid type of place to have on one's doorstep, so to speak. But you'll see when we get there."
"I'm puzzled," Andrea admitted, "and fascinated. I'm looking forward to a treat..."
She was interrupted by a kiss. It was warm, wet, and passionate.
His tongue slipped into the inner world of her mouth, flicking violently, like an electric whip.
Stabs of pleasure began to vibrate through her body. Andrea's breath came rapidly and soft moans escaped her lips.
"You're so passionate," Dick whispered.
"You make me feel so hot," Andrea replied.
Her voice was like a soft murmur caressing his ear. She was tantalizing him with the tip of her tongue.
"I'm so hot, I don't know if I can control it. I may rape you right here."
"In the taxi?"
She nodded, her eyes bright and feverish. "I'm wild, Dick, for the right man I'm an incredible tiger, a voluptuous whore, a slave, a demon and a goddess. Many women in one. For the right man, Dick, I can be a nun and a prostitute. Or both at the same time."
He gasped. "I want you, Andrea, I want you now!"
She smiled. "Now!" she said nodding her head. "Here!" A fierce expression flashed across her face. "I'll show you how..."
"Have you done it in a taxi before?" Dick blushed. "That gets me hot ... thinking of you getting laid in a cab."
"I want to tell you all the things I've done," Andrea whispered. She softly slid her hand into his lap, deftly reaching with her fingers until she found the zipper of his fly. "What we have is special, Dick, and I want to make sure it lasts."
"It'll last," Dick vowed. "Nothing this hot can ever burn out!"
"I've done it in a cab," Andrea whispered.
A swift tug opened the fly of his pants. She could feel his cock bulging through his cotton jockey shorts. It was a simple maneuver to insert her hand into the brief material.
Dick gasped! Her fingers sent a spasm of ecstasy racing through his spine. He trembled Uncontrollably. He buried his face into the warm fold of the flesh at her neck.
Dick opened his mouth, nipping the skin with his teeth. "So hot, baby, my balls are boiling!"
"I've done it in lots of cabs," Andrea continued. "Even once in a telephone booth. But cabs ... lots of times in cabs. I can't help myself. Sex turns me on. Men turn me on. The idea of screwing ... it begins to run through me like a feverish dream. Oh, God, Dick! Your cock feels so good in my hand!"
"Does it?" he whimpered. "Does it really?"
"When we get back to your apartment," Andrea murmured, "I'm going to do things to that cock of yours that you can only dream about, Dick, and even in dreams wouldn't tell you half the score. I'm not one of those girls who uses her mouth for idle talk and never gets around to anything else..."
"I knew you sucked," Dick burst out. "I knew you sucked from the first few minutes we spoke to each other. I swear, Andrea, I swear I knew you loved to suck. You do love sucking, don't you? That's what you meant just now, wasn't it? You don't just talk about sucking-you do it!"
Andrea nodded slowly, meaningfully, licking her lips with her tongue. She gripped Dick's cock with her hand and slowly stretched out with her fingers to brush the sensitive skin of his balls.
"That's what I meant, Dick, when the right man gets me hot, then nothing is idle! Nothing! My mouth, my tongue, my cunt, my ass! Anything you want! Shoot your come in my belly button, baby, I want you to do everything that will make you happy!"
"I knew you sucked," Dick whispered. "It was the way you opened your mouth when we were talking in my office. Funny that I should feel it so strongly. That's what I meant at dinner about my being really nothing but a big pair of balls! Hot balls! Balls ready to explode into action as soon as the right person with the right combination of beauty and brains plugs into my circuit. I make a lot of money, Andrea."
"I know you do, Dick," she assured him. "I know you do."
"I'd make my money by choosing the type of sex appeal for each product. I've only failed once."
"I don't believe that, Dick, not you-you couldn't fail."
He smiled. "I consider it a failure. Our company was shooting a film commercial for a breakfast food. They wanted a beautiful young girl with sex appeal, of course. This beautiful young blonde was supposed to represent the product. Well, Andrea, I failed. I never found the girl to fit the bill."
"Never?"
"Not until you," he replied. "You're the perfect girl, Andrea, but it's too late now. The commercial was shot six months ago. But that's not the point of the story. I didn't tell you about that because the commercial's already sold. The whole point is the product. The breakfast food. I never thought that anywhere in the world would any girl come up to these specific qualifications ... Total! That's exactly what I was looking for in sex! Total! Everything! But I thought that was a dream, a fantasy. That was wild and improbable. And then I met you."
"I always knew someday I'd meet you, Dick, really I did! I always knew that someday the right man would come along, and then it would happen fast and furious, and very, very real. That's what I knew. I knew it in all of my body, all of my being. I knew that he'd be turned on by everything about
"I am," Dick whispered. "Everything you've ever done. Thought about. Everything we'll do together."
"I know, I know," agreed Andrea. "That's why I'd always fuck in taxicabs-oh, Dick, don't laugh. I know that this may sound silly but I want you to hear it."
"I'm not laughing," he assured her. "More than anything I want to know everything, everything all at once. I'm as silly as you, and as wild and as hot, almost ready to come."
"Not yet," Andrea whispered sharply. Slowing down her stroke to prolong his pleasure. "I can't let you come yet. That's the difference between you and the other men in my life."
"Were there many men?" Dick asked. "Tell me the truth."
"Of course, silly, I'll always tell you the truth," smiled Andrea, holding his cock in a firm, motionless grip. "I had lots of men. More than I can count. Much, much more. Maybe a thousand. That's how many."
"A thousand?"
Andrea nodded. "At least."
"That's incredible!"
"It was beautiful," Andrea explained. "It was the most beautiful time of my life. But it's over now. That was just a stage. Something I had to pass through. I don't know if I can explain it well. But anything in tight pants would turn me on. Where I could see the snug fit of a cock in the crotch of a pair of trousers or the way a man walked, I would get turned on. The swing of his hips, perhaps; anything. There were so many different erotic sensations always racing through me. I was so hot. Ready to do anything. And the more the better..." Dick's balls tightened.
"I can't hold it," gasped Dick. The pressure of his orgasm tightened his muscles. He was short of breath and gasping.
Andrea leaned over and squeezed his cock spasmodically. She placed her mouth on top of his and licked his tongue ferociously as he shot his semen into her palm.
"Andrea," Dick screamed, "Andrea!"
"Something wrong, lady?" the driver asked from the front seat. His eyes in the rear-view mirror revealed his concern.
Andrea smiled. She knew that from his position nothing sexually specific could be seen. Her grip on Dick's penis had been cloaked by their coats. But a lot could be guessed at. And Andrea was certain that the driver was guessing. From the front seat in his position it would simply appear as if Dick and Andrea were huddled in an embrace, perhaps more intense than usually seen in public, but certainly circumspect.
"Something wrong with the gentleman, lady?
You need any help? " he asked again.
"No, thank you," Andrea replied. "The gentleman is in the best of hands. Just a coughing spell. I think you had better pay more attention to the road, don't you?"
Disdain was obvious in her voice. The rebuff was unpleasant, but deserved. The driver mumbled an apology and glued his eyes on the road ahead. Andrea smiled, certain that a little victory had been won. She was confident now that she could strip down to the skin and the driver would never turn back to look. The severity of her poise had accomplished that.
"Is that how you do it?" Dick chuckled. "You really handled him rough. like you were the English Queen. It was magnificent."
"I don't feel very English tonight. I'm much too passionate for that.' But I do feel like a Queen. A queen of Cunt. That's who I am tonight-for you."
"I'm sorry I came," Dick apologized. "It'll be awhile before I get the steam up again."
"I'll tend to the stoking," Andrea said. "I'm an expert and authority on all forms of fuel. The fast, hot blaze. The long lingering ember. That's my business, Dick. Your cock is in my hands."
"Okay," he agreed. "Figuratively, literally, actually and for real! Consider me putty you're allowed to mold."
"Up to a point," Andrea replied. "When you're ready to go for my cunt I want you to charge. I don't want you to ask for permission or to be polite or gentle. Just charge when you're ready. Jump me for the kill. Rip my legs apart. Shove your cock down my throat. I want you to do it all."
Dick nodded. His eyes were dark, intense, and unblinking as he fixed his gaze on Andrea's face.
"You're right about the cab driver," whispered Andrea. "I treated him like a dog. Yet he loved it. Most men do. That's how I've been able to have so many affairs whenever and wherever I wanted to. I never had to give a damn about pleasing anyone but myself. No one dared tell me what to do. I was a sexy queen, an imperial harlot, rich bitch and proud nympho."
"You could carry anything off, Andrea," Dick said with admiration ringing in his voice. "I know that about you already. You radiate power, Andrea, a tremendous force. I'll bet your sign is Scorpio!"
"Yes."
"I thought so!" Dick exclaimed. "The power of sexual passion is so stong in you. Really! like a volcano in constant eruption. Now my cock's stiffening again. That's something I can hardly believe, Andrea. My cock usually takes three or four hours before it can gain back its strength, but this time it has been just minutes!" She nodded.
"Minutes! That's fantastic!"
"No," Andrea stated. "As a matter-of-fact, Dick, your cock responds to me because I turn on to you so intensely. More intensely than to all those thousand men put together. That's what I've been trying to tell you. How similar we are. Both of us always looking for totality. And expecting it to come."
"I didn't," Andrea said proudly. "I'd do whoever I was with in a cab, Dick, really just to get it over with. If I went with a man to his apartment I looked on that as a few hours of wasted time. Hours and time I could never afford to waste. Not with both kids to take care of. So I trained myself to have sex fast. To distill it down to the rare pure essence of fuck. Nothing else. Not even bothering to go through all the routine bullshit of talk that dull ordinary people use to wrap around themselves."
"Incredible," Dick whispered. "You're so right."
"I know," Andrea agreed. "I knew it immediately. I had the time to have ten or fifteen affairs a day. And I mean full, passionate, consummated affairs. And I went all the way. Any one of those men I fucked and sucked could have been the one, the special one I've always been looking for."
"Always?"
"Yes," she murmured. "My total man." Dick grinned. "Like the breakfast food."
"Uhmmm," Andrea smiled. "So I could eat him."
"That's what I want."
"I know."
"And I want everything," Dick said passionately. "Everything at the same time. I want to sit on your belly and squeeze my cock between your tits. I want to lick your whole body, from your nipples to your toes. I want to fuck you on the floor, in a chair, and standing up. Even on the ceiling if I could. I want to take pictures of you."
"Pictures?"
"Special poses. Things I can only guess at now. But I want pictures of you I can carry around in my wallet. Pictures I can look at when you're not around. Things that will make me think of you. Lot of things. Maybe even pictures of you all tied up.
Andrea nodded. "In rubber?"
"All of you in rubber!" Dick moaned. "That's exactly what I mean. In heels. With a whip. And a cruel look on your face. That's it, Andrea, that's the kind of pictures I want of you."
"Everything, Dick, don't worry," Andrea grinned, "all and everything!"