Chapter 1
He could have been anything—a doctor, a lawyer, or a drug dealer.
He had everything a man might want in this world.
Looks, money, brains.
But he didn't want the so-called respectable life.
He was the original bad boy.
His name was Hume. A lot of people were never too sure whether that was his first name or his last name. Maybe it wasn't really his name at all.
He ran the most exclusive sex club in New York City.
The most beautiful women in the world—and the most experienced cocksmen in the country—frequented his parlor of orgiastic thrills.
And I was out to see to it that his days were numbered.
Jesus. Through the whole, sordid experience, I was never sure whether or not I was the good guy or the bad guy.
All I knew was that Hume was my enemy—and that a world of sexual passions I had never dreamed of awaited me in the most fantastic episode of my career.
This new girlfriend of mine was nice. Real nice. She had a good job, good looks, and after picking her up the other night at that party, I was looking forward to seeing how well she plied the sexual skills between the sheets.
"Mmmm. Dinner was terrific," she said to me across the candle-lit table in my apartment. "I love a man who can cook."
It was something like our second date. She looked ravishing. She wore a low-cut silk blouse and a pair of leather pants.
Her hair was short and dark, and coyly fell into bangs across her forehead when she wasn't looking—like right now, when the wine seemed to have buzzed her head just a little bit.
Her eyes were big and bright, and stared at me underneath those eyebrows that arched in that way of hers.
That way that told me she was a woman who had been around—but never got jaded.
I let my eyes drop down to peer into her cleavage.
She had beautiful breasts.
Big and firm, and right about now I could see the first traces—the outlines—of her nipples beneath her blouse.
Yeah.
She and I had our minds on the same activity.
I reached across the table and touched her hand. Her fingers were long and trim, and her nails were perfectly manicured with a subtle shad of maroon polish.
Her fingers curled around mine, and she allowed herself a girlish giggle.
"You're ... you're really neat, Mark."
"You're not so bad yourself, Diane."
She looked down at the table.
"Are you really a private investigator?"
"Hah hah!" I laughed. "Nobody believes me when I tell them what I do for a living."
"Well, you don't seem like the guys on TV."
"The stuff on TV is bullshit, that's why."
"I still don't believe you. What are you really?"
I got up from the table and crossed my apartment to a nearby bookshelf". Diane followed.
The way she walked across the room was fantastic.
My penis uncurled a link inside my pants. It was only a matter of time before it would swell up into a nice, hard erection—so naturally, I knew I would have to make my move real soon.
"Here you go," I said, and showed her my license, my badge, and the certificate from the state government that made me officially a private eye.
I got a kick out of showing it to her.
"Wow," she said, feeding my ego, "I must say I am impressed."
She was standing right there in front of me. So strong, so feminine.
I placed the stuff back on the bookshelf,
I kissed her.
My lips swelled into two organs of red meat as I puckered and felt her mouth yield to mine.
I squeezed her shoulders, and caressed her smooth soft skin through the sheer, sexy satin of her blouse.
She wrapped her arms around my sides.
I felt her fingers delicately dance up and down my back.
My erection was full.
She pressed her body to mine.
I felt her breasts squeeze between us.
My cock was pressed between us as well.
"Nnnnn," she moaned affectionately as she pulled her lips back and broke off our kiss.
She smiled at me.
There was just a tiny trace of evil in her smile.
Oh, how things seemed so innocent back then.
"You really turn me on," she whispered.
With her hands clasped around the back of my neck, she kissed me once again, this one a short pop on the mouth, and then leaned back, as I held her close to me by the waist.
I stared at her tits.
I could only see the tops and the sloping sides of her breasts, but I could imagine what they looked like underneath that blouse.
I ran my palms up and down her sides.
I was careful not to touch her breasts at first.
I figured a chick like this has probably had a hundred lovers who go right for her tits and leave her feeling cold and used, unprobed—unloved.
She was worth taking my time.
So I just palmed her sides, teasing her tender underarms.
She let her head roll back, and the soft tender flesh of her neck made itself available to me.
I leaned forward and kissed the base of her neck.
I let my tongue slide out of my mouth.
I guess it was when the tip of my tongue probed her earlobes that she gave me that strange sound—that little gurgle—that told me I had sent a shiver or three up her well-curved spine.
Then I stuck my tongue into her ear and tickles her that way.
"Ohhhh!" she grunted, and pulled away.
She stood there, broken out in a blush.
She had a big smile on her face—one of pleasant surprise.
"Nobody ever did that to me before."
"It's about time, then."
Diane was not one to play games.
She knew what I wanted. And she knew what she wanted.
Sex.
Raw and unfettered. Free and easy.
The kind adults like.
She stepped forward and placed her hands on my sides.
As we began to kiss, I could feel her groping her way down my sides, ever so slowly, to my crotch.
My eyes closed.
Her tongue came through my lips and explored my teeth, my gums.
I felt her tongue lick gently at the roof of my mouth.
Then her tongue fell upon mine as both our mouths opened wide.
Our saliva must have mixed as we tickled and thrilled each other orally.
All the while, I heard her moan and groan in that sexy, delightful way that I'll always remember.
Then I felt her cup her hand over the bulge in my pants.
My erect cock was hard—-and hot.
Her touch made me shiver with delight.
She held it, as if it were sacred to her.
I let my own hand dive down deep, and I felt her leather-covered apex even as we stood there, making out.
Our kiss eventually broke.
She stepped back.
My dick made a big obvious bulge in my pants^ like someone had shoved a thick tube of meat in between the material and my leg.
She looked at it.
I was not ashamed.
I was proud.
Proud to show off my hard-on to this exceptionally stacked lady.
"Here—this ought to make it a little less painful," she said.
Diane reached down and, through my pants, pushed my erect cock up into the good old vertical position underneath the line of my fly.
It did feel much more comfortable there.
"Mmmmm, thanks," I said, and French kissed her again, this time, ramming my tongue almost all the way down her throat, feeling her resistance fade away.
I knew she was mine.
Mine to toy with, to tease, to touch.
Every bit as I much as I was hers.
Yeah, things were pretty innocent back then.
She then broke away from me and walked over to the large window.
She pulled the curtains closed.
She just stood there.
I walked over to her and unbuttoned the top button of her blouse.
I saw a flash of shiny sheer pink satin.
It was her bra.
The kind of bra a woman wears when she is out to get some sex.
God, I don't know what it is about women in sexy underwear, but it sure makes my cock rock hard.
I unbuttoned the rest of her buttons.
She threw her head back and shook her shoulders and her blouse slid off.
She caught the garment in her one hand and threw it onto a nearby chair.
She stood before me, a vision of ripe hot sex, wearing leather pants, high heels, an ear-to-ear smile, and a sheer French bra. Nothing else, really.
Her waist was slim, and curved. Magnificently.
Her tits were perfectly shaped.
They were big, sure, but their most outstanding characteristic was not simply their size.
Oh, no.
It was the fact that they were so perfectly shaped.
Round and ripe.
From a full-on view, they appeared to be as two fleshy basketballs.
As she turned her body seductively, I could see a hint of a profile view.
Those two boobs sloped down from her collarbone perfectly into two neatly-pointed lobes.
And that cleavage was deep, and beckoned.
Diane pulled me close to her and began to unbutton my shirt even as she was kissing my neck with those wet, slobbering lips.
When her tongue darted about my collarbone, I felt my shirt fall open.
Soon, I was bare-chested, stripped to the waist.
"You make me hot—and hard, you little tease."
"You can touch my tits if you want to," Diane said, making fun of my slow, poised style of making out.
"Don't rush me, girl," I chided right back.
I pressed my palms against her breasts and felt her nipples swell to erection against my palms.
I pulled my palms back, so that only the bra-covered heads of her nipples dragged against my flesh.
I wanted more.
So I pulled off her bra, and she stood before me, her naked breasts beckoning me.
She was proud of her beautiful tits.
She exposed them well.
She arched her back so subtly.
This thrust her tits upward, and forward.
They were like two snacks—two morsels of tempting sexual feed that dangled before my salivating mouth.
I wanted to lick them, to suck them.
I began to fondle them, feeling their warmth and their resilient glory beneath my touch.
My touch, the touch of heaven, for Diane swooned at the incredible sensations that having a man feel up her tits gave her.
She responded by running her fingers through my chest hair, scintillating my skin with the passion that her fingertips knew how to provide.
Her fingertips chanced across my nipples, and my cock danced, hard, inside my pants.
I began to rub her tits in earnest.
I squeezed them.
I kneaded them like loaves of bread.
They were wonderful.
I let her nipples poke through my fingers.
My boner ached.
She bent down and kissed me slowly on the nipple, and then looked at me with those big eyes of hers.
Her lips pouted.
"Let's make love, you hard-on," she said to me, as matter-of-factly as if she were reporting the weather.
We went into the bedroom.
As she walked, her tits bounced.
Her ass rocked to and fro.
That slim waist and those buoyant hips really brought out the sexiest in the leather that clung so tightly to her skin.
The next thing I knew, she was facing away from me, and those leather pants were sliding off, crashing noiselessly to the floor.
Her ass was naked.
Save for a pair of panties that matched her bra— the bra that was now but a fading memory.
She turned around.
God, the sight of her, naked in nothing except that underwear.
Droplets of pre-cum were forming at the head of my erect cock, and staining my pants.
I could feel the warm and then cold sensation where the little puddle of love juice was forming.
I saw that her panties were bone dry.
I would take care of that—real soon.
Real soon.
I couldn't keep my hands off her.
I grabbed her, kissing her, pawing her flesh like an animal.
The feeling of her hot, tender skin yielding to my muscular grasp made me a violent beast of sex.
I licked her.
Then I got down on my knees in front of her.
There's something about going down on a sexy broad that I really love, that really makes my cock tingle.
I don't know why. The supplication, the degradation, the power trip—hell, I don't understand that psychological crap.
All I know is this.
When I kissed her twat through her satin panties, I became charged with a millions volts of sonic boom.
Again and again.
I plied my lips around her vulva, and pinched a panty-sandwich in my teeth.
I gave her twat-lips a gentle bite through her panties, and she gave out a squeal.
A squeal!
Shit.
I was onto something.
I did it again, biting harder.
I let my jaw tighten as my teeth sank into the panties, and into the furry flesh underneath.
She gripped my shoulders, and started to dig her nails into my muscles.
"Oh, Jesus, yes!" she cried.
I inhaled through my nose.
My nostrils caught the sweet, animal scent of juicing cunt.
Hot cunt.
I nuzzled her panty-covered beaver, my cheek rubbing against the stray curls of pubic hair that surrounded her bush.
She moaned, and I could feel her resting her weight on my shoulders while she went weak in the knees.
"Hurt me, Mark—hurt me again."
Hey.
Now this was a chick I longed to fuck.
This was something new to me.
I knelt before her, and ripped her panties off with one deft tug at her sides.
Her naked cunt smiled before me.
It was all pink and fleshy and hairy—and nice, just plain nice.
I dove in and slurped up her pink ribbons—her cunt lips—between my lips.
I took in a nice tasting of pussy juice.
Loved it. Loved the taste. Always have. Always will.
I knew what she wanted.
I took her tender pink ribbons between my teeth.
I bit, slowly at first.
I wiggled my jaw back and forth as I applied more and more pressure to her sensitive little pussy lips.
"Sssssss!" she gasped, inhaling through clenched teeth.
I chewed as a schoolboy would chew his pencil. I left little teeth marks, I am sure, up and down the length of her pussy ... I have to admit I was a little hesitant at first.
Hurting women was new to me.
Oh, it seemed exciting and thrilling to finally find a chick who was uninhibited—daring—yes, even kinky.
But I didn't want to—er, you know ... .well, you understand.
In any case, the more I bit her—the more pussy scent I could smell.
The more I could begin to feel wet sticky goo drip from her twat and slide across my cheek.
And I'll tell you—that made my hard cock sizzle with heat.
Diane gripped my shoulders and her knees buck-led.
"Oh—oh, Jesus, God, Jesus," she sputtered through a dry mouth that told me one thing.
She was having an orgasm.
I took my mouth away from her cunt and looked up at her.
She was broken out in a deep blush.
Her breasts hung down, pendulous at me.
"Mark?"
"Yeah?"
"Uhm ... " She began to speak, and I stood up, placing my arms around her shoulders and giving her a loving squeeze.
There was a silence in the air.
I rubbed my pelvis against hers, grinding my hard cock into her wet pussy—through my pants.
"Mark, would you tie me up?"
I guess there was a dumb moment of disbelief.
I just watched her slink over to the bed.
She stretched out, naked on the bed.
Her big tits floated on top of her chest like mounds of gorgeous sex.
She spread her legs wide.
Her cunt was dripping a little bit,
"Go get my bra, lover."
I walked into the other room and got the bra that she had left behind.
I knew what to do.
I gathered up her panties, too.
She extended one arm up to the right.
Carefully, I tied her wrist to the bedpost with the pink, shiny satin bra.
I made sure the bond was secure—and firm.
I made sure the elastic strap cut into her wrist just a little bit—just enough to hurt.
This was neat.
Then I tied her slightly-soiled underwear to the other bedpost, her other wrist with it.
I looked over my handiwork.
I saw a gorgeous sexy broad, naked and hungry for sex, tied by the wrists to my bed.
With her arms stretched out to the sides like that, her tits seemed bigger—more like the ripe drops of honey that I dreamed of sucking.
Her legs were still free—but she was powerless to make her own will felt, what with her arms bound.
It was time to tease her—degrade her.
Make her burn inside for my hungry, hard cock.
I turned around.
Just as she had done before, I let my pants fall off, showing off my naked ass to her.
You see, I'm not the kind of guy who always wears underwear. And underneath my pants that night was nothing except my naked member.
I stepped out of the crumpled heap of trousers on the floor.
I turned around I showed her my cock.
It was big—about nine inches.
And thick.
It was bright red and hard—hard with the erectile tissues that made me a man—a man to conquer this naked, helpless woman.
My cock stuck out from my middle like a flagpole.
It shook back and forth, trembling in mid-air. I could feel its weight.
Crowning my erect cock was my puffed-up male head.
At the smiling slot in the tip of my cock formed a droplet of clear pre-orgasmic love juice.
She picked her head up off the bed and stared at my naked cock.
"Ohhh," she moaned, "God I want it so."
"Well, you can't have it—yet."
"Please? Let me suck it? Let me kiss it?"
"Maybe."
"Oh, God, Mark, I want to suck your cock!"
I got on the bed and straddled her.
My trembling erection hovered over her naked body.
She was so helpless.
God, it was like a whole new kind of sex.
I spread my fingers wide and my hands landed on top of her tits.
I massaged them, and she moaned.
I rubbed them, and her head rocked back and forth against the pillows.
Then I squeezed them—hard.
"Whaaa-ooww! Oh yes, yes God!"
Then I took her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
I rolled the erect little head of red flesh—back and forth.
I pinched it tighter and tighter.
I pinched it hard between my thumb and forefinger—torturing the poor titty-head.
Then I bowed my head and fed this same nipple to my lips.
I sucked it and licked it, as if to kiss a wound to make it better.
She seemed to really like the on again, off-again cruelty and seduction.
Then I bit her nipple between my teeth.
First I sucked in a whole mouthful of tit, and then I bit just her nipple, making sure I applied the painful pressure to the entire red nub of tit-meat.
I bit her nipple, holding it between my teeth, and flicking the tip of my tongue against its very tip.
Underneath me, her legs—which had not been bound—starting kicking and shaking.
I sat, sliding my ass way back on top of her so that I could still reach her tits with my mouth.
"Unnngh," she moaned, "Suck me, Mark. Suck my nipple all night. Do it. Oh, God, do it to me all night long ... !"
I did.
I sucked that nipple, and then let my whole mouth go loose and my wet lips and tongue lapped over and over the mountains of tit that fate had placed before me.
My erect cock was pressed—sandwiched between out pelvises.
My balls were hot, and hung down underneath my boner.
For the next few minutes there was nothing else in the world except our hot, heavy sex—liberally dotted with loving cruelty.
Oh, it felt good, all right.
Real good.
For both of us.
Little did I realize that this was only just the beginning.