Chapter 12

After we rested, I collected my money from Jack and Alex. We continued drinking, after having sent down to room-service for another bottle, and before we knew it, we were all naked and in bed. This time, it was for free.

Jack's cock became hard right away, and I was dying to feel that blunt, wide stiffness spread open my cunt He obliged, and we fucked for a long time on the bed with Alex looking and jerking himself into another erection.

Jack had trouble coming a second time, but when I began to come from that pounding hardness that he was banging so fiercely into my cunt, Alex became excited, and he slipped his slender cock into my mouth. Between the moans of my orgasm and the frantic sucking of my lips, Alex began to come a second time. A thin dribble of hot sperm spilled from the end of his cock and slid across my tongue.

My orgasm was short, but painfully intense. I was so excited that I refused to relinquish my hold on Alex's drained cock, and he had to push my face away. It was too painful for him.

We rested and then began again. The drink was now getting to us, and all inhibitions were gone. I suggested that someone fuck me and the other lick my cunt at the same time.

We did it, and while neither of the men came again, I did. My cunt was growing sore from pleasure.

It was Alex who finally suggested something different. He wanted to fuck me up the ass while Jack fucked my cunt.

I refused at first, but they kept after me, providing me with drink and fondling my breasts and licking my pussy. My thinking became unclear, and I finally heard myself agreeing only on the condition that the two men engage in a homosexual act for me. I wanted to watch them suck each other off. Two men sixty-nining.

Surprisingly, they agreed.

I watched in fascination as their naked bodies came together, and cock sunk into mouth, and balls rested against each other's chin. They pushed their open mouths up and down each other's cocks, sliding their organs in and out, apparently enjoying the act as much as I was enjoying watching it.

So as not to remain completely passive, I leaned over the two men and wrapped my hand around each's cock, feeling the wetness of saliva, and their hungry, sucking lips sliding up and down the hot flesh. A tingle of excitement coursed through my body, as though it were two electrical leads I were holding and not their cocks. My cunt grew wet again.

I pulled them apart and told them that I was ready.

We tried various ways: first Jack putting his cock into my cunt, and then Alex trying to enter my ass; then the reverse. Then we tried it simultaneously, with each attempting to penetrate me together. Neither worked. I was too tense.

I sucked Alex's cock wetly while Jack licked at my ass hole, providing the lubrication to ease entrance.

I bent forward on my hands and knees, and Alex 'guided his long, slender cock to my ass hole. I relaxed my body, and I felt him slip in, perhaps an inch.

Jack slid his body under mine and arched himself up, pushing his cock into my cunt. I could feel their two organs almost touching inside of me-with just the thinnest of membranes separating their organs.

I began to come the moment Jack entered my cunt. I think it was the idea that made me come more than what we were doing. I clenched my cunt and ass closed around each's cock, tightening and imprisoning their hardness inside of me. I was coming like crazy.

It was like a chain reaction. Alex went off in my ass, and Jack finally came his second time. We fell together in a lump of sweating, pained flesh across the bed in exhaustion.

The night was finally over.

They dressed and left, and I slept on top of the bed, still naked, with drying sperm staining the sheets. It was afternoon when I finally woke. Saturday afternoon.

I felt strangely unsexual without having any cocks near me when I woke after last night I felt somehow cheated or deprived. When I called down for room service for breakfast I decided to solve that problem.

The man came up with the tray of food, and I answered the door naked. He stuttered and stammered in embarrassment as he wheeled the cart into the room, but I made no attempt to hide my nakedness or my intentions. His hard-on sprung out against his pants as though it were attached to a spring. I eyed it while licking my lips.

I backed him against the door, dropped down to my knees and unzipped his pants. I never spoke a word to him. I took his long, thick cock out and put it in my mouth. I slid my lips up and down his cock until he came in my mouth.

He tried to touch my breast, and I pushed his hand away. I opened the door, and he walked out with total confusion masking his face.

I sat on the bed and ate my breakfast then took another nap to about eight o'clock that night. I woke, feeling refreshed, took a shower, ate some dinner, and got dressed to go out again. Last night's success at being a prostitute had been so rewarding that I decided to try it again. After all, besides getting fucked by two men, I had made fifty dollars. No telling what I could make on a Saturday night.

The streets were crowded when I went out. I walked in the opposite direction from the previous night, strolling uptown. I had gone about a block and a half from the hotel when I received my first proposition.

I walked past a man standing against a building. He was rather short and heavy, with dark hair and dark eyes. He was wearing a raincoat. He nodded at me and smiled as I walked past

"Hello," I said.

"Hi."

"Waiting for someone?" I asked.

He eyed me up and down. He had his hands in his rain coat, and he seemed to slide them across the front of his body, as though he was holding his cock through his rain coat.

"Maybe," he said. His voice was thin, and he was whispering hoarsely.

"Like to-go out?" I asked, remembering the phrase that Jack had employed.

"Possible. How much?"

I judged the way he was dressed. He didn't look as though he had a lot of money. Besides, all I wanted tonight was to make a lot of scores, and fuck with as many different men as I could. The money really wasn't important. It was the excitement of getting fucked; the excitement of getting picked up by strangers and have sex with them. Sex was the main interest; money was just a fringe benefit.

"Twenty," I said. I didn't want to go very much below yesterday's price. I sensed any less would seem suspicious. I was attractive: Jack had told me so.

"I don't know...." he began.

"What's the matter," I asked. "Twenty too much?"

"A little."

"It's worth it," I told him. I smiled at him and looked at where his cock was. His hands were still pulled in front of his crotch. "I really enjoy my job."

He giggled nervously. "Like cock, huh?"

I smiled and licked my lips. "Love it."

"Suck?"

"Till you come in my mouth."

He swallowed hard, and his hand seemed to move against himself. "Okay."

"Follow me," I said. "Don't walk next to me. Follow behind."

I walked slowly to the hotel. As I entered the door, I saw him behind me. I waited in front of the elevators until he entered the hotel. His eyes moved cautiously, and he saw me. I pushed the elevator button, and he stood beside me. We rode the elevator up to my floor with another couple in the car with us. Neither of us spoke a word.

At my floor I exited, and he followed. I walked in silence down the empty corridor, with him behind me. I unlocked the door, and we entered my room.

I didn't have a chance to switch on the light, when I felt his arm slip around my throat, and he pulled me tightly against him, cutting off my breath.

"One scream, and I'll slit your throat!" he hissed in my ear. I saw something flash brightly in front of my face.

Oh my god! I thought. Panic shot through my brain and I felt close to fainting. Terror touched me, and sweat poured down my face. His arm tightened around my neck, and I could not breathe. I fought back an urge to scream, knowing he would slit my throat if I made so much as a sound.

His wheezing breath felt hot against my ear. I could smell the stale odor of his breath.

"Don't hurt me!" I pleaded. The words squeezed out of my trembling lips.

He tightened his arms, choking off my wind with a violent flinch of his arm. "Not a sound!"

I gasped. My lips trembled, and tears ran down my cheeks. I began to pray that he wouldn't kill me.

"Like sex, do you!" he hissed accusingly.

I dared not utter a sound.

"Like to fuck. Suck dick!" He said the words as though they were threats. He tightened his arm, and bright colors sparked in front of my eyes. "Answer me!" he hissed.

I began to answer, but my lips were trembling so badly that I couldn't control them to form them around words.

He tightened his arm again.

"No!" I whispered urgently. "No!"

"What?" His voice rose angrily, and his arm tightened until I thought I was going to pass out.

Pain burned behind my eyes, and I had trouble focusing my brain. I fought back panic again. Had I answered incorrectly? I wondered.

"Yes ... yes!"

His arm loosened momentarily. "Say it again." I gulped down air greedily. "I love it," I stuttered. "Again."

"I love sex," I whispered. My heart was beating so strongly that my chest pained. "I love to fuck," I volunteered. "I love to suck."

He laughed. "Good." He seemed soothed.

Relieved, I repeated the words. "I love to get fucked. Hot cocks. Shove them in my cunt."

"And come," he said. He added the words to my sentence, as though it were one, continual idea.

"I love to suck come," I agreed. "Hot come from a hot cock. I love to suck it into my mouth."

His arm had relaxed to where he wasn't strangling me any longer. He was holding me in place with his arm, although I had no intentions of moving.

I thought I could read him now. I grew overconfident. It was a mistake.

"I'll suck you," I whispered. "You can come in my mouth-"

"Whore!" He screamed in my ear. He pushed me forward violently. I screamed and plunged head first into the dark room. I stumbled and fell. I banged my head against the bed board.

"Whore!" he hissed the word and made it sound ugly. "Slut! Bitch!"

I saw his hulking silhouette moving like a black shadow across the room towards me. I saw something long and glittering in his hand.

I felt consciousness slipping away from my brain and sensed a deeper darkness engulfing me. My muscles tensed, and I felt an uncontrollable need to urinate.

"Noooo!" I said. The word came out like a scream or a moan. "I'm not! I'm just a housewife. A mother."

He stopped. My words caught his ear. "What do you mean?" he asked.

I tried to catch my breath. "I'm just a housewife," I confessed. "A housewife!"

He needed more. I told him what I was doing.

He stared at me. "But you do like sex, don't you?"

The word nearly choked me. "Yes," I whispered.

"Good."

I waited on the floor, not knowing what to expect. I watched his shadow turn and walk back towards the door. The door opened a crack, and the bright light from the hall spilled into the darkness like sharp rays. Then his shadow covered the light for a moment. He was checking the hall, I realized.

Oh God! I thought. Please let someone be there....

I was all set to scream, when he shut the door and the light was gone. The scream died on my lips when I heard him say: "Good."

The hallway was empty.

I heard a clicking noise, and light exploded into the room. He had switched the overhead light on. I shaded my eyes and tried to see. I watched him walking across the room towards me. All I could see was the bottom of his raincoat and a thin, narrow blade hanging from his hand. A knife!

He stood over me. I was looking up from the floor, and all I could see was this giant, white wall of his rain coat. Even though I remembered him to be short, from where I was he seemed enormous.

"Put your hands down!" he said.

I did.

"Look up at me!" he ordered.

I looked up. His face was hidden from me in a halo of glaring electric light. I could see his shoulders and his rain coat. His hands were on the buttons, and he was opening the coat. The coat fell loose and opened.

I stared up and nearly vomited.

Sick! went through my mind. Sick!

He was naked under the rain coat. All he had were two pants legs strapped just above his knees to make it seem as though he were wearing pants when his raincoat was buttoned. But when it was opened, there was nothing under it, and I found myself staring up his naked legs, my eyes transfixed by his hard-on.

Objectively, his cock must have been somewhat undersized. But from where I lay, looking up, it seemed gigantic. It stood out from his belly like a tree trunk growing from the side of a mountain. His balls hung down heavily and ponderously, and seemed hardly diminished by the thick tangle of pubic hair that drew densely across his stomach.

He giggled at my reaction. The laugh went right through me, chilling me.

"Like it?" he asked.

I swallowed my terror. "Yes," I said. "It's very' big."

"Then-suck it!" he hissed. He parted his coat, revealing his naked legs.

I snaked my arms around his legs and pulled myself up towards that hard piece of flesh suspended above me. His thighs were hard and hairy, and I slid my lips across them as I moved. The side of his cock grazed against the side of my cheek, and I yelped in surprise at the contact, as though it had burned me. I felt the spongy-hardness of the flesh slide down my cheek as I got to my knees. My mouth was open, but all the saliva had dried up, and I felt as though I had cotton in my mouth.

"Suck it!" he urged. His fist came up and I saw the knife.

I closed my eyes and plunged down upon it. It was short, and I felt it slide effortlessly into my mouth. I tightened my lips around it, tasting the coarse tufts of hair under my lips and against my teeth. I had my mouth pressed against his belly, and I felt the sac of his dank-smelling balls swing heavily against my chin.

I curled my tongue upward against his cock, wrapping the organ in a blanket of wetness. I slid my tongue from side to side in my mouth, sliding it across the underside of his cock. Saliva was beginning to dribble down the insides of my cheeks, as though his cock were a delicacy, and I a sexual gourmet. His flesh felt hot in my mouth, hotter than any cock I can remember. I guess it was my total lack of sexual involvement that made the flesh burn with such passion. He was providing all the heat.

My lips tightened around the stub of flesh, and I wrapped my arms around his hips. I held a cheek of his ass in each hand, and I guided my face down, permitting the flesh to slide wetly against my lips. My cheeks puffed out with wetness, and I bathed his cock in my mouth.

He began to pump his cock in and out, grinding his hips against my face. I felt my nose flatten against the bulge of his belly as he thrust his cock into my mouth. He placed both hands on my head, holding me down. My eyes jumped at the flash of the knife catching the light, and I followed it until it was behind my head. His hand settled against my hair.

He was standing on his toes now, with his back arched, and he was sawing his cock in and out of my mouth. I could feel the blunt head of his rod slide the entire length of my tongue, almost disengaging from my lips. I tightened my mouth against his cock to prevent it from slipping out, but he never pulled himself completely out. He always allowed an inch or two of his stubby length to remain in my mouth and pressed against my puckered lips.

I began to suck his cock with all my might. I wanted it over. I wanted to stop being afraid. I pulled the hot flesh of his cock into my mouth, feeling it scrape against the back of my tongue, near the opening of my throat. I hollowed my cheeks, and drew upward. My throat thirsted for his orgasm. I wanted to feel it slide down into my stomach in milky spurts, and know my terror would end.

I sucked hungrily at his cock, my mouth salivating so much wetness down around his cock, that he made a squishing sound each time he thrust forward. I could feel the tip of his cock throbbing against the warm, slimy insides of my cheeks and tongue. His tempo picked up, and his shaft moved with more urgency. He lifted his thighs and pressed them up against my face. His hands tightened in my hair, and he began to make a grunting, moaning sound.

But at the last moment he pulled his cock from my mouth, and slapped me across the face with the side of his hand.

"Bitchr he screamed. His cock shook with excitement, and he had to hold his fist around the head. He squeezed the flesh with his fingers.

"BitchJ" he repeated. "You almost tricked me!"

He was breathing heavily, and his voice was like a harsh, wet whisper. "My way!" he said. He shook his fist in my face. "It must be my way!"

I cowered under the threat. I couldn't take my eyes from his cock. He took his hand away, and I could see a thin dribble of sperm at the tip of his cock.

"You almost made me come," he said. "I stopped just in time."

He laughed again. That same creaking, sick laugh.

"Now you have to get me aroused again," he said. "You have to start from the beginning again."

The words chilled me, and I felt a shudder run across my back. I felt as though I was going to cry.

"Stand up!" he commanded. He stepped back so I could move.

I got to my knees, using the bed to push myself erect My legs were weak, and my knees trembled. I had trouble keeping from falling forward.

"Take your clothes off," he said. He hunched his shoulders, and I watched the raincoat slip down to the floor. He picked it up with one hand and threw it into the chair. He had nothing on under the coat, and he stood before me with a wet, red cock, stark naked except for those obscene trouser legs and shoes.

I began to take my clothing off. First my blouse. I unbuttoned it. My fingers stumbled numbly over the buttons.

"Slowly!" he screamed, making me jump. Then, in a softer voice: "We have all night."

I pulled my blouse from my skirt, then continued to unbutton it. My heart beat steadily, and I swallowed when I undid the last button. I fumbled with the buttons on the wrists, and I pulled the blouse off.

I was wearing a half-bra this time. The pale white material cupped the lower part of each tit, and thrust it up and forward. You could see the brown tip of each nipple barely poking out. His eyes ravished my breasts.

"Good," he whispered. "Good."

I put my hand to the side of my skirt and undid the single button. I put my fingers on the zipper, but I hesitated a moment.

He moved suddenly, and I thought it was because I had slowed. I screamed and stepped back, then realized he wasn't moving towards me. He sat himself in the chair, sitting on top of his raincoat. He opened his thighs, and changed hands with the knife. His cock stood up from his belly like a broad stump of a tree. The flesh of the organ looked red compared to the sickly whiteness of his flabby belly.

"The rest," he said. He wrapped his hand around his cock and began to jerk off. His hand moved slowly, almost imperceptibly up and down his cock.

I slid the zipper down but held the skirt with my other hand. I didn't want to drop my skirt and reveal what was underneath. I was too embarrassed.

"Come on!" he said.

I dropped the skirt, feeling shame burn across my face.

"Well, I'll be a son-of-a-bitch," he exclaimed. He whistled softly.

I was wearing crotchless panties, and he could see my cunt. The front of the panties came up my cunt in an upside down vee. The fat part of the mound pushed the opening wide, and blonde-brown hairs curled up and down die opening.

"Come here!" he commanded.

I walked slowly toward him. He placed the knife down on the chair next to him, and continued to move his hand up and down his cock. His eyes were on my tits.

I stood in front of him. He reached up with his free hand and pulled my bra down with a violent tug. My tits tumbled free, sagging slightly against my chest.

He squeezed my tits, first the right then the left. He rubbed the nipples then pinched the flesh and pulled it toward his mouth. I leaned over him, and he sucked each nipple, biting down into the flesh with his teeth until I cried out in pain. His hand continued to jerk himself off.

"Stand over here!" he said. He pointed in front of him.

I walked there slowly. My nipples were hard and erect, tingling from his tongue and teeth.

"Open your legs," he said. His thighs stiffened and parted, and I saw his fat balls resting against his leg.

I opened my legs. The crotch of the panties separated and revealed my whole cunt.

He put his hand over my mound, sliding his finger between the hairy lips of my cunt I shuddered in involuntary pleasure as he rolled the bud of my clitoris under his finger. He slowly masturbated both of us.

"Wider!" he yelled as he pushed his middle finger back towards the cunt hole.

I moved my legs apart, and felt him push the finger into my cunt. Shame made me blush at the pleasure I felt as his finger pushed in and out of the growing wetness.

He smiled at me, obviously pleased to find me so aroused.

"You like it," he said. "Don't you!"

The idea revolted me, yet I felt a nagging uneasiness at the back of my mind. If I was so revolted, I thought, why was my cunt so wet?

"No," he said after a moment, thinking. "You don't like it. You need it!"

What did he mean? He didn't say. He just sat there, smiling at me, pushing his finger in and out of my cunt, and pumping his fist against his cock.

"Turn around," he said, pulling out his finger, "and bend down!"

I did, feeling the flush of shame grow until my face was crimson. I felt him pull apart the cheeks of my ass, slipping his hands inside the panties, through the slit in the crotch. He held the cheeks in his hands, and he played for a moment at the anus. I bit my hp down in fear, but he slid his hand down, and reinserted his middle finger in my cunt. He pushed it in and out, and I felt my thighs quivering in unwanted pleasure.

I felt his tongue lick at my asshole as his finger went in and out. He slid his tongue down from my anus until he was licking at the slit on my cunt. Once he pushed the tongue into me, joining his finger in the hot, flowing wetness of my cunt.

"Now!" he announced, pulling his finger out. "I want you to fuck me now."

I stood up, and he motioned me over to the bed. I slid my hands into the panties, and began to pull them off.

"No!" he screamed. "Leave them on!"

I pulled my hand away and lay down on the bed. I lifted my thighs and parted them, exposing my upturned cunt to his face.

He kneeled on the bed between my thighs. He put his knife down next to me, and leaned forward, catching my knees in the crooks of his arms. He pushed my thighs back and open and said, "You put it in!"

I reached down between my legs and held his short, hot cock. I pushed it between the lips of my cunt, and he lunged forward, implanting the nub into my hole. Then he pushed my thighs even further back, hooking my calves over his shoulders. I was almost bent in two. "Now-watch!" he said.

I turned my eyes down, and saw the short stub of his cock pushing in between the lips of my cunt I watched the lips of the cunt sliding up and down the sides of his organ, leaving a wet film of slime as he pushed himself in and out. I grunted in discomfort and a growing excitement as I watched his balls smack into my ass.

He thrust himself hard against my cunt driving his cock violently in and out. With each forward drive, the swell of his belly rubbed across my clitoris, sending waves of pleasure into my cunt. I tried to ignore the excitement that was growing within me, attempting to imagine it was not real. But with each thrust I felt my pleasure mounting and growing like something that would soon reach a saturation point and rupture into an orgasm.

"Are you watching?" he asked. He leaned his full weight down on me, and my face was inches from my cunt. I could smell the lubricated excitement of my pussy, as the wet bps clutched at his raping cock.

I found myself clenching as the canal of my cunt closed around the thickness of his cock, trying to trap it inside of me to burn away the feelings of excitement that I didn't want It was no longer for him that I wanted it to be over. Now it was for me. I didn't want to know why I was enjoying it! I was afraid of what it might reveal!

He grunted and thrust forward. I felt his cock throbbing against the walls of my cunt. I felt a tremor building in his thighs, running up, and spreading across to his thrusting cock. I knew what it meant, and I pushed my cunt up against him, ready to drink his angry sperm.

But at the last moment he pulled his cock from my cunt and rested it against my belly. He began to come, and thick spurts of his sperm splashed from the tip of his cock and plopped hotly against my flesh.

The very instant his sperm touched my skin, I began to come. My orgasm ripped from my cunt and erupted like hot lava spewing from a volcano.

His come continued to spill out against me, clotting in my hair and splashing up my body, landing on my stomach and breasts. Each drop burned into my flesh, leaving scars no soap could ever wash away. My eyes bulged open, and I watched the sperm spilling all over me. I found myself opening my mouth, and stretching forward my tongue, attempting to capture a drop of the sacred fluid. My tongue stretched from side to side in a crazy, sexual communion, as the splashing circles of sperm danced on my nakedness.

My orgasm rang to a shuddering close, and I slumped over to the side. I felt empty and hollow. The spots of sperm were running down my body like cold rivers. I shuddered and realized that I was no longer afraid. Not of him, anyhow.

He got up and I heard him put on his coat. "What's your name?" he asked.

"Elaine," I said. The name popped into my head. It was as good as the name I had used yesterday, and as good as my own name.

"Elaine what?"

"Marshall," I lied.

"All right, Elaine Marshall," he said. "I'm going to go now. I don't want you to follow me or call the police. If you do, I'll kill you."

I stared at the rumpled sheets of the bed. "Don't worry," I said. "I won't do anything."

He laughed. "No. I don't think you will."

I stared at the bed. His sperm ran down my belly.

"You're married, Elaine, ain't you?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Well, Elaine Marshall," he said, "if you tell the police about this, they'll find out about you. About what you did. I don't think you want your husband to find out, do you?"

"No," I said. "I don't want my husband to know."

I heard him walk to the door and open it. "You enjoyed it, didn't you?" he asked. His voice almost didn't believe what he was saying.

I didn't answer, and he left, closing the door behind him.

I stared at the bed. He'd forgotten his knife. I laughed bitterly. He really didn't need it.