Chapter 6
Linda put a dab of powder on her nose, then got out of her white Cadillac and locked the door behind her. The location of the new massage parlor seemed perfect to her. Right in the downtown business district taking up one whole floor of an office building. Riding up on the brightly lit automatic elevator to the designated floor, she couldn't help but admire Joe's business acumen.
The elevator doors opened onto an elegantly decorated vestibule with soft lighting, thick carpeting, soft music and a curvaceous receptionist with long raven hair, fine features, sparkling black eyes, and a chic silk pajama suit.
"Oh, you must be Linda," she chirped up sweetly. "Joe is expecting you. Please go right in," she added, getting up smoothly and opening the door to the right of her glass and chrome reception table.
Linda found herself in a round room, even more softly lit, with large sofas edging the wall. Ten girls, all races, heights and coloring, but each one with a tantalizing, sexy body, partly exposed in various erotic costumes-including one long black-haired oriental girl in black leather halter and straps and high leather boots-ringed the room, reclining on the sofas, propped up on small pillows. In the middle of it all sat Joe. Seeing Linda enter he stood up immediately.
"Linda, meet the girls. Girls, your new boss-a very clever woman, very clever," he added with a warm smile. Linda swept the circle of girls with a friendly eye, then walked up to Joe.
"This place is magnificent. I can hardly believe it," she said placing a kiss on his cheek. Joe hugged her to him warmly.
"I told you first class, and I mean it. You'll have some amazing customers too, I happen to know."
"I don't doubt it," replied Linda, arching an eyebrow and smiling like a cat.
"Let me show you around, then," said Joe leading her off, his arm still around her waist. He opened a door at the end of the room opposite the entrance. Together they walked down a long corridor with rows of doors on either side. "These are the cubicles for private sessions."
"Not much privacy, Fd say," quipped Linda. "They're so small. You must be able to hear everything on both sides."
"Oh, they're sound-proofed somewhat, but experience shows that customers like hearing sex noises from other rooms. It's a turn-on. You haven't seen our special feature yet, though. Through this door, my dear." He pushed open a door at the end of the corridor. They stepped down into another round room. This one, however had its walls and floor covered in a padded vinyl. Vinyl and imitation fur cushions were strewn about and from the ceiling hung down chains, a swing, a contraption suspended from the ceiling which resembled the neck and wrist stocks the old Puritans would clamp miscreants into, and a kind of stirrup-table also suspended from the ceiling and able to swing back and forth. This latter machine excited Linda immediately. She could picture herself lying in it, thighs spread and a hot male swinging her back and forth and jabbing a hot prick in and out of her cunt at each forward swing.
"Well," exclaimed Linda with a sharp intake of breath. "You haven't missed a trick."
"I hope we don't!" chuckled Joe, "but that's where your management talents come in."
"I don't think I'll have a hard time selling this place. Nobody around here has ever seen anything like it."
"Oh, and there's one last little surprise." There was a nearly invisible rear door in the padded wall which Joe opened. They stepped into a circular corridor ringing the room divided into booths ringing the outer side of the orgy room wall. Each booth had a stool and a one way mirror.
"My God, you can see everything in there from these booths. There wasn't a trace of these windows inside."
"Exactly," pronounced Joe proudly. Joe suddenly looked at his watch. "It's almost time. I've arranged a little gala opening party for some of the best customers from my other establishments."
"You mean an orgy?" Linda's eyes widened. She had never seen, let alone participated in an orgy. It summoned up a slightly ludicrous image of Romans and banquet tables and clusters of grapes. Joe motioned for her to sit down on a stool in one of the booths. As he brought in another one for himself she peered through the one-way glass. The lighting had seemed soft, even murky, when she had stood in that round padded room. But through the glass everything was well-lit, sharp and clear. The stage was set. Her imagination became steadily more excited as she realized how well she would see what was going on.
As Joe sat down beside her, resting a burly hand on her knee, the entrance door opened. Six of the girls who had been lounging around behind the reception door marched in stark naked. Some had large pointed breasts which jiggled as they padded across the room and slipped down onto the floor, propping themselves up seductively facing the door on the array of different pillows. One girl got into the stirrup swing. Another girl helped a small breasted, voluptuous assed girl into the stocks.
Linda felt a strange tingle of excitement. She had never witnessed anything so perverse. Her mouth was dry with anticipation. Gradually Joe moved his hands up her dress and rubbed the silken fabric of her panties, exciting her clitoris. His other hand, his arm around her shoulders, found its place on her left breast and began stroking toward her stiffening nipple.
Suddenly the door opened again. Six men of various shapes and sizes entered, each as naked as the girls. At their first sight of the display of female flesh, their pricks jerked, stiffened, and rose up straight until each of the men had a large, urgent erection sticking out in front of him. With a sudden rush they fell on the women and began pawing and manipulating them. Linda's hand seized Joe's crotch. Her cheeks flushed. Her pussy gushed.
Joe pushed a button set in the wall below the glass screen. The booth filled with sex noises: gasps, suck sounds, grunts of fucking, short cries of pain and pleasure.
As Linda watched with increasing excitement as the hunkiest, most muscular man grabbed hold of the girl in the stirrup swing and began fucking her wide-open cunt, Joe slipped down between her legs, pushed up her dress, pulled down her panties and stuck his long thick tongue up her slippery twat.
A cry of surprise and pleasure broke from her velvety lips. Her fingers tangled in Joe's hair and pressed his mouth down harder on her swollen, lusty cunt lips. A brutal looking middle-aged man grabbed hold of the rump of the girl in the stocks and rammed his monstrous fat prick up the poor girl's rectum. Linda heard a short scream which abruptly turned into a moan of pleasure.
The rest of the men and women were rolling around on the floor, sucking cocks, asses, cunts and tits with crazed urgency. Linda soaked it all up with growing abandon, her tongue licking her lips, her fingers urging Joe's mouth to greater action up her pussy.
"Joe," Linda exclaimed suddenly, "look!" The entry door had opened and a tall, skinny man stood on the top step, naked and bug-eyed. "A late guest."
Joe lapped his way out of her cunt and sat up and looked through the glass, his chin shining wet.
"Shit, that creep shouldn't be in there. I told the girls ..."
With a start, Linda recognized the man. It was Sue's husband, Bill.
"Oh, my God," exclaimed Linda. "It's my best friend's husband!"
Joe started to laugh. "Are you kidding me, or what?"
"No, really. I can't believe my eyes."
"Well, then why don't you go in there and fuck him," Joe suggested with another laugh. The idea flashed through Linda like lightening. She was intrigued, titillated. She had made love to Sue; why not to her husband Bill?
"I'd never want him to recognize me . . ." she said hesitantly as she watched Bill staring at the orgy taking place before his eyes, his prick rising up like a flagpole, slender and very long. No one in the room seemed to notice him. "Sue's my best friend," muttered Linda as an after thought.
"But you'd like to huh?" cajoled Joe. "It can be arranged. I mean a disguise." Joe scrambled to his feet and disappeared, only to return almost immediately with a black leather mask. Without asking, he fitted it over her head. It covered the bridge of her nose and around her eyes. "Nobody'd recognize you with this on, unless they knew your body," he added with relish.
Linda blushed for a second, then began grinning. "Are you sure?"
"Positive," stated Joe succinctly. "You've got nothing to lose, believe me."
Linda couldn't believe she had this sudden well of perversity in her. But in a way it seemed only right that if she had had sex with Sue, her husband was fair game. She stared at his bobbing, swollen prick across the room. After all, she thought, he'd only get to watch and maybe jerk off at this rate. It was her job as manager to make sure this customer had a good time. She said as much to Joe. He laughed.
"Go to it, baby," he urged. "Let me help you off with your things. Both of them stood up in the booth as Joe stripped her dress off her, undid her bra, pausing to suck at each excited red nipple, then slipped her panties down her creamy thighs. "Let me get you ready," he added hoarsely.
In seconds he was on his knees, licking and slobbering over her clit and the rich folds of her labia, then protruding his tongue up her vagina, fucking her with it.
Linda found herself deliriously pinching at her own nipples while Joe vigorously ate her twat. The beginning rush of orgasm commenced before she had enough sense to pull away, catching her breath.
Joe hurriedly staggered to his feet, blond pussy hairs stuck to his slick chin, and led her to the door. He opened it and gave her a gentle push, shutting the door abruptly behind her.
There she stood stark naked except for her mask. Bill had been stroking his long pole in one hand as she entered. When he saw Linda, his hand dropped to his side leaving his prick to wave in the air.
Linda marched forward with a grin growing on her face. She was terribly excited and wasn't quite sure why. But the mask was partly responsible. She could be anything she wanted with that mask on.
Inches from the startled, excited man, she fell to her knees and sucked his long prick down her throat. Bill groaned suddenly with lust. He grabbed her by the head and began fucking her soft, expertly sucking mouth. His balls were already up tight to his shaft. Juice streamed out of his prick as he fucked Linda's throat. She knew he was ready to shoot his load any second, and this was not quite what she had in mind.
Linda pulled Bill's hands off her head and let his long dick slip out of her mouth, getting to her feet. As she turned around and led him across the room, the man fucking the girl in the stirrup swing let out a bellow and buckled over her, his butt shuddering and vibrating his cum-spurting cock deep into her bowels.
It couldn't have been timed more perfectly. Linda strode to the stirrup swing, leading Bill along after her, the tip of his prick drooling ball juice onto the vinyl padded floor. She gripped the burly muscular man by the waist. Startled, he pulled out of the girl. Linda gasped appreciatively at his thick, veiny dick. She ran her small hand the length and breadth of it, then licked the juices dripping from it off her hand. The salty sweet taste excited her to fever pitch. The man smiled at her and stroked her extended nipples.
"Get up," Linda ordered the girl in a low growl. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Bill's forehead forrow suddenly. Shit, she thought, he'd recognized her voice. But the girl got up quickly, leaving the stirrup swing free for Linda to slip onto. Lying back and spreading her thighs, Linda pulled Bill to her. Her cunt gaped at him. His eyes grew glazed and horny. Linda leaned forward a bit so she could grab Bill by the waist. With a yank, she pulled his prick deep into her twat. Bill gasped, then began swinging Linda forth and back, fucking her pussy with abandon.
Linda reached down and clutched his balls everytime they slapped against her slippery labia. Both of them were at a fever pitch as the swing guided cock and cunt together.
Suddenly Linda felt Bill's dick bolt to her pussy, shudder, then shoot, splattering cum up her twat, then all over her pussy lips, clit and groin, as the swing pulled her off him for a second. When his spurting prick plunged back into her twat, she held it there by clutching his butt.
The heat waves rushing through her body peaked. His rod thrashed and shot inside her vagina.
"Ah . . . eeh," she half hissed, half cried, as the shudder of orgasm swept through her body from deep inside her cunt. Her vagina contracted in spasms, jerking at the turgid prick buried up it. Linda gasped and caught her breath. Her coming rushed through her like a flood, rendering her helpless and bucking with lust on the stirrup swing, her fingers embedded in Bill's ass.
Bill yanked at her tits, then bent down and sucked first one nipple then the other as the last shudders of Linda's orgasm abated.
Bill's hand went suddenly to her leather mask and pushed it up into her hair.
"Linda!" he gasped, his cock still stuck up her twat. The whole orgy room answered him in its fashion with furious grunts and cries of orgasm.
Joe in his booth, his thick dick in his fist, gasped himself, and shot a hot white load against the wall in front of him.