Chapter 9
His cock pushed urgently at her lips as he stood before her with the thick, urgently pulsing rod jumping out of his crotch. His bulky shoulder pads were still in place. His football helmet lay forgotten on the locker room floor. The pants were unlaced and stripped halfway down his big muscled thighs. His fingers caressed the back of her neck, gently lifting the torrent of long blond hair. She half shut her eyes, tilted her face upward, moistened her soft, delicately chiseled lips and spread them around the bulbous, red prick head, while licking up the droplet of juice that bubbled out of the slit. Suddenly she threw her arms around Herb's hard butt and swallowed the pendulous, thick shaft deep down her throat.... The alarm went off. Linda groaned and opened her eyes reluctantly. She could almost taste the lusty juices and odor of Herb's cock and balls. As she stretched naked under the sheets, she felt her whole body to be very sensitive and aroused. The subtle scraping of her nipples against the sheet made her shiver delieiously. Her fingers crept between her thighs as she recalled the urgent sexuality of her dream, her worship of her husband Herb's prick, the feeling of pleasure and completion as she devoured his cock.
Linda sighed and threw the covers off her. There was no Herb in bed beside her with a raging hard-on, or in any other capacity for that matter. She might as well be a widow. It was as if he were trying to avoid her.
He Had come home from his week and a half long impromptu business trip more tired and depressed than when he had left. They had gone out to dinner. She had watched him as he talked about business, complained about the government, gone from anger to despair to simple exhaustion. She had had a short-lived thrill of hope as he took her hand at one point in the restaurant. But when they got home, he went straight to bed. Before she could crawl in beside him as tantalizingly sexy and naked as she could be, he was fast asleep and snoring.
As she showered now, Linda's fingers plunged between her thighs, pressing and rubbing as the hot water splattered against her back and rump. If she continued she would easily feel a rush of orgasm catch up her body and make the dream seem to come true. But abruptly she drew her hands back from her pussy and ' began vigorously soaping herself. There was no reason for her to masturbate, especially not today. Today was orgy day at Cloud Nine, the name she had decided on for the massage parlor, a name which would remind the clientele that it was the ninth floor and a place where every fantasy could come true.
Including her own, she hoped.
Most of the businessmen who frequented Cloud Nine were not built as powerfully as Herb. But there were exceptions from time to time, especially since the masked orgies.
Linda had figured that the trick with the leather blindfold was an exciting addition to sex, especially group sex. "When men felt they were anonymous, they were more apt to act out the fantasies that excited them most.
As usual, Linda had figured right. The word had spread like wildfire. Reservations now had to be made in advance for the two orgy days. And on those days she always noted at least one or two men that she wanted to have for herself.
Cloud Nine was a stupendous success.
Joe kept giving her large bonuses so that she finally had to open a special savings account for it all. There was no way she could spend it without drawing attention to herself. Herb still had no idea she had become a working girl.
Linda toweled lightly over her firm, voluptuous body, as she stepped out of the shower. In the large vanity mirror she caught sight of her big, up-thrust tits with their erect, pointing nipples, the gentle, tapering curve down her flat belly to the rich bush of blond hair at her groin. She continued toweling over the rich inner flesh of her thighs, feeling a quiver of excitement as the terry cloth brushed against her clitoris. Straightening up, she threw her head back, freeing her long blond hair in a torrent down her back, and examined herself in the mirror. What little excess flesh she had accumulated before taking on the Job of running Cloud Nine was gone. It was true that regular, hot and heavy sex was a fabulous exercise plan.
Linda put on the beige knit dress she had worn the day she met Jake (whom she had never gotten around to calling, she noted suddenly, recalling what a sexy hunk he was, and wondering whether she still had the card with his number), and then the mechanic, and then Joe, and a whole new life had begun for her. A little makeup on her eyes, a brush through her blond hair, and she was ready for the day.
Cloud Nine was buzzing with anticipation as she stepped off the elevator.
"Good morning, Mandy," she said to the receptionist, "what's up?"
"The phone hasn't stopped ringing all morning, that's what, Linda. Some of them are really insistent when I tell them we're booked up."
"Well, if they give you a name and you can match a hunky-looking man to it, make an exception, but don't promise them a mask. Our supply is limited. Otherwise I think we can handle a lot of gorgeous men pretty easily," she added, winking at Mandy.
"Right on. Don't forget me if you find your hands full, Linda. I'd love a chance at some of them," she called after Linda as she went through the door behind her desk.
A few of the girls, including the Oriental in leather harness and boots, sat lounging on the big plush sofas ringing this round room.
"Are all the girls available today?" asked Linda of everyone.
"No one would miss today, Linda," replied the oriental girl with the long black hair and leather, snapping her short whip against her high heel. "This is the day we get our licks in."
"It sure is," piped up a big-breasted redhead.
"Good," said Linda. "Then I expect you and the others to be ready and in the orgy room in an hour. Meantime, relax. Mandy knows enough not to accept any clients for any of you until the orgy is over, but I've told her that she can add a few exceptionally sexy men to the reserved list for today. Til probably be helping out myself."
The oriental girl's eyes flashed with excitement.
"I love to watch you in action, Linda," she said, eyeing the big blond woman before her.
Linda went through the door in back and down the corridor to the orgy room. She stepped inside. Everything was ready. The men would change in the cubicles down the hall-or rather they'd strip down there and put on their masks, and in an hour would step into this very room. Every girl would be posed in her favorite and sexiest position. The men would stampede for the woman they wanted first, and in no time the room would be awash with writhing, fucking, sucking bodies.
She stepped down into the orgy pit and crossed the room to the hidden door in the rear. She was hot for it today, more than usual. Her imagination sent her heart racing as she crossed the room, remembering the incredible sights and sounds she had already witnessed in the room, and often participated in.
In the back, behind the hidden door, a very comfortable office had been set up for her with her own private phone in addition to the business one, and a very spacious deep couch which as yet she had only used for Joe's visits.
Before she could sit down behind her desk the phone rang.
"Linda?" said a male voice at the end of the line. It sounded vaguely familiar.
"Yes, who is this?"
"It's Jake, Linda. I hope you remember . . . Joe gave me your private number. I'd been hoping you might want to get in touch with me, but I didn't want to press you, and..."
"Jake!" exclaimed Linda, interrupting him. "You won't believe it, but I was just thinking about you this morning. How have you been?"
"Oh,I can't complain ... except about not hearing from you. Ah . . . hem ... is there any possibility you could squeeze me in during your famous orgy?"
Linda laughed. "Well, I owe you a favor, don't I? Of course, come on by. You won't get a mask, but that way I'll be able to recognize you myself, and we can make up for some of that lost time." She heard Jake chuckle at the other end of the line.
"Thanks a million, Linda. I'll see you in an hour or so."
"Don't be too late. We only allow a half hour for stragglers and then that's it." "Yes, sir. I'll be on time, sir."
"Good boy," replied Linda, "until then..."
As she hung up, Linda's heart was racing. She summed up the hunky attributes of Jake in a flash in her mind's eye. Now that she was more experienced, she wondered whether he would excite her as much as he had the first time in that traffic jam.
What a life, she thought to herself with a sigh, propping her head on her hands, elbows up on the desk. All her feelings of doubt about what she was doing had vanished despite how Hal had reacted. The day after that torrid evening. Sue had rushed over to catch her before she went to work. Linda had feared the worst as she'd opened the kitchen door and let Sue in.
But Sue had been ecstatic It seemed that the minute she and Bill had gotten home, they'd hardly had time to get to their bedroom and lock the door behind them as protection against nosy kids, when Bill had picked her up in his arms, thrown her on the bed and gone crazy over her. Together they had fucked and sucked in every position they could think of until three in the morning, when both had passed out in each other's arms from exhaustion.
"Oh, Linda, it's all because of you. You freed us from all the stupid hang-ups we'd ever had. I never thought Bill could be such a hot lover.* And then she'd given Linda a big, deep, passionate kiss on the mouth.
So, though she still thought and dreamed about Herb from time to time as she had that night, Linda felt very good about herself and life in general. Everything she touched either turned to gold or a hard-on or both.
The hour until orgy time arrived before she knew it. Linda had had one of the booths ringing the orgy room especially set up for her, with a dressing room that was really only a closet where she could hang up her things. Glancing at her watch, she closed the account books, stood up, and headed for that booth.
She had barely had a chance to sit down and look the girls over from her position behind the large one-way hidden screen, when men started coming in and rushing to it. Just about on time Jake stepped in and stood hesitating, maskless, on the stairs. Linda eyed him hungrily. His body naked was even better than she'd imagined in the car. Not seeing her, he held back, his substantial prick only half hard. His hard-muscled body made her mouth dry. She knew that prick would be stiff, long, thick and rock-hard the minute she appeared. As other men came in behind him, Jake stepped down into the pit and began going from couple to threesome and foursome, pulling idly at his dick from time to time. The only time he seemed to get half-way excited was when he was watching the oriental girl make one of the men go through tricks like a pet Chihuahua with little snaps of her leather whip, sometimes on the man's rump, other times against her high black leather boots.
Hurriedly Linda undressed, put on her mask, and in a matter of seconds had slipped into the orgy pit unnoticed. Jake was standing, his prick in his hands watching the oriental girl.
Linda crept up behind him, admiring his hard, athletic ass. Abandoning herself completely to her fantasy, she fell to her knees behind him and took a mouthful of his blond hairy butt. Jake made to whirl around, but Linda grabbed hold of him by his hairy muscular thighs and began licking between the taut cheeks of his rump. Jake lost his balance and tumbled onto the floor. He turned abruptly and caught sight of her for the first time.
"Linda!" he gasped. Before he could say another word, she straddled him as he lay flipped over on his back and crushed her pussy down on his mouth. Just as she had suspected from his interest in the oriental girl and her whip, he submitted with relish, his tongue prodding deep into her twat. She ground her already dripping cunt lips down on his face, reached behind her and grabbed hold of his mammoth pole of a dick. Jake went crazy at her touch. His big hands stroked up and down her slender waist. He grabbed a fistful of her tit in each hand. His prick stiffened even further in her small hand. Locks of his blond hair were matted in sweat against his forehead as he slurped and sucked at her gushing cunt. Linda rode his gobbling mouth, churning and twisting her body, feeling his rough fingers yanking at her nipples.
Abruptly she swung her body around. Her cunt rushed down on his protruding tongue and impaled itself on it. Jake's nose was thrust between her luscious buttocks. He grabbed hold of her hips and moaned with pleasure. Before her now waved and jerked Jake's long, thick prick.
Linda bent forward and with her outstretched tongue licked at the big head of it. The fat cock jumped in response. She tasted the droplet of juice she'd licked off it, then bent down again, licking around the head, making it jerk from her teasing. Her small fingers clenched his big hairy blond balls as her lips parted and sucked the fat cockhead into her warm mouth. Slowly, feeling every hard, veiny inch, she slipped her lips down his prick to the root, burying her nose in his balls. She held it there, deep in her throat, as Jake licked and tongued wildly into her steaming twat The sinewy fat pole jerked and flexed in her throat as she gulped and swallowed on it gently.
Suddenly Linda felt something hard and wet prodding at her exposed up-turned asshole. Before she could turn around and look she felt a hot tongue lick all over it, then poke its way inside. It felt so good with Jake simultaneously eating out her cunt, that she didn't bother taking her mouth on* Jake's tool, but instead started sucking her hot lips up and down the turgid shaft. Then just as suddenly she felt the tongue up her ass being replaced by a fat, juicy prick head. It shoved the full thickness and length of it in one continuous stroke right up her ass until a pair of big balls slapped against the lower part of her labia.
She gasped and sucked Jake's cock deep into her throat. The prick shoved into her ass plugged her fully without a hint of pain, as Jake's tonge thrashed around in her convulsing twat.
The anonymous dick began fucking her ass without a moment's hesitation, poling its fat length in and out in time to her heated cock-sucking. A bolt of pleasure shot through her at each fuck deep into her, quivering in ecstasy with the voracious sucking Jake was giving her pussy.
Already Jake's cock felt ready to explode in her throat as she gulped it down. And, when in a burst of inspiration and lust Jake grabbed hold of her tits by the nipples, Linda started to come. A great breaker of a wave smashed through her, opening her whole body up.
Jake slammed his hairy crotch against her lips, and his prick shot a hot load into her throat. Linda gulped and swallowed and shook with the thunderous heat of her orgasm as she suddenly felt the prick in her ass stretch her asshole, then lunge forward and spurt into her bowels.
With a cock fucking her throat and one impaled up her rump, while Jake's tongue thrashed inside her quivering, gushing cunt, Linda reached her highest peak of orgasm, so feverish and spasm-filled, she could have lost her mind. But slowly the mad rush of blood in her head subsided. The cock up her rump gave one last spurt and then started to soften. She let Jake's prick slip out of her throat and, resting the side of her head on his thigh, watched it jerk forward and spurt out a last load of cum to splash onto her cheek. It trickled into her mouth, and she licked it up.
As she lay there with Jake's tongue still lapping at her pussy, she remembered the prick which had been thrust up her ass. She looked up. Behind them, kneeling on the floor was a big, dark-haired muscular man, with the body of a varsity fullback. One look at his heavy, long cock and she gasped with surprise and recognition.
"Herb!" she blurted out, jumping up and pulling the mask off him. Herb's jaw dropped open.
"What the...?"
"You goddamn bum. "What are you doing here?" yelped Linda, ripping off her own mask. Herb's eyes bugged out of his head as his unbelieving and shocked mind took in the spectacle of Linda, his wife, kneeling in front of him, her thighs straddling another man's head.
"Me? Why you . . . you, whore . . ." he spluttered. "What the fuck are you doing here!"
Suddenly the door to the orgy pit burst open, a burly voice shouted, "Okay, folks, hold it. Police. This is a raid." And the room filled with men in dark blue uniforms while several plainclothesmen ran around snapping photos, flashbulbs popping. The room instantly filled with squeals, shouts, and general pandemonium.