Chapter 2
Mike had the door to the commercial lab open as he arrived. Rory Davon strode in like a master surgeon entering an operating theater, his mouth grim.
"You look like you could use a drink," she said.
"I could use a hell of a lot more than that," he said in reply, "but not until I get this stuff in the soup." As he spilled out the film canisters on the counter in the darkroom and sorted them, then checked the tanks of chemicals, he cursed steadily in a monotone. He picked up the first canister, prepared to rap it sharply on the counter and snapped, "Lights out."
The lab went to black, and working by feel with sure competence Rory fed the spools of film into the processing machine. He could hear the breathing of the slender girl somewhere in the dense jet black which surrounded him. He worked swiftly and competently, and when the last roll was in the soup switched on a dim light and set the timer. He was surprised to find the little girl laughing.
"What the hell can be funny at this time of day?" he demanded.
"You!" she said. "I've heard a lot of people talk to themselves ... but you answer yourself, too! And where did you ever learn such language?"
"Bad company, I suppose," the lean, handsome young photographer said. "Did you mention a drink?"
"I brought a bottle of Scotch," she replied, glad that he had apparently eased out of his angry mood and was now concentrating on his films. "How do you want it? With hypo for a mix?"
"I never drink hypo before sundown," Rory said, grinning now. "Just water."
There was a small lounge for the use of photographers and film processors who had to wait out the time-consuming process of developing, printing, and drying photos. It was a modern, automated lab in which films, once fed into the machines, could be safely left to their own devices until it was time to dry them, yet Rory Davon could see hours of work ahead in the printing process. Mike had mixed herself a light drink, but a heavy one for him.
"You went through that like a tornado," she said, smiling with her sensuous mouth that looked out of place in her heart-shaped face. "This is a stinker, getting you out of bed. Did Toni complain?"
"Toni," he said curtly "wasn't there. We had a disagreement."
"Oh ... I'm sorry," Mike said. She thought that if she could ever trap a man like this, she would really be his slave. She knew her petite figure was beautifully rounded-except that she had no breasts to speak of-and men always wanted those. She gave the impression of being skinny as a snake when clothed. Only when naked did the smooth contours of her heart-shaped buttocks and slender thighs become dominant. Lying under a man, with his penis ramming into her tight little pussy, she always felt inadequate because of her tiny breasts, not realizing that although they were small in size they were perfectly formed globes, the nipples bright as wild strawberries. Mike didn't want men to see her breasts, and when a man took her, she insisted on kneeling, knowing her legs and asscheeks were beautiful, making her lover take her from behind. Because of this feeling of inadequacy, she had never refused to at least try anything a lover wanted to do. Mike even took pleasure from being lightly spanked, and had learned how to relax her rectum and yield to anal intercourse, which gave her deep sensual pleasure if the man took his time.
Now she wondered how it would be to have sex with Rory Davon.
And his voluptuous blonde wife hadn't been home. Interesting..
The timer clock chimed and Rory went to put the film into the churning water. When he returned to the lounge, Mike had a fresh drink waiting for him. Damn it, he thought as he sipped it gratefully, this is a pretty little chick and she looks horny.
Mike was wearing a light, very short summer dress. And while she had no tits, Rory could find nothing at all wrong with her legs and she sure had a cute little ass. He wondered how it would be to fuck her. She had eyes you could dive into, and that mouth! He sighed, thinking of the work ahead. Just making wet prints of the negatives would take hours-there were over five hundred separate shots, of which he might select a hundred as worth printing.
"Who's your regular lab tech?" Mike asked.
"Ha! I can't afford one yet," he said. "Usually Toni backs me up." He reached for her bottle and tipped up his drink, beginning to feel the Scotch. "But tonight, no Toni. You're going to be hellish busy once we start printing, Mike."
"It's all right; I get the day off for responding above and beyond the call of duty tonight," the tiny girl said. She pulled a cigarette from her pack and he lighted it. Then she pinned him with her dark eyes. "None of my business, Rory ... and I know I'm prying, but do you want to talk about Toni? I'm a sensitive person and I know now that pulling you out of bed caught you at a bad time."
Her words tapped the tiring, frustrating day and made the young photographer explode with a confession which he would never have made under ordinary circumstances.
"I'm not a man any more, and she knows it!" he blurted, draining his drink and quickly fixing a new one.
"I can't believe that," Mike said, reaching to touch him. "Well, it's true!" he said bitterly, feeling the warmth of her little hand on his leg. "Goddamn it! I work my ass off-both of us do-and it's just taken everything out of me. That, plus Hike variety in sex. I like to go down on a girl, and have her return the favor, but Toni just won't. Christ, I must be drunk or I wouldn't tell anything like this to a stranger! But hell, maybe better to get it out in the open!"
"What happened, Rory?" the dark-haired little girl said, caressing him slowly, her hand moving steadily up his leg toward his manhood. "Spit it out! I'm a good listener, and it never goes any further."
"All day, "he said wearily. "All day, Toni was posing, and I was getting hot. When we got home, I wanted her, and she wanted to fuck too. Well, the minute she touched me, I was cumming in her hand. I really felt like a shit!
Well, there were two things that could have fixed it up fine in just a little while. I wanted to eat her and she wouldn't even think about it ... although I know I could have satisfied her that way, and gotten hard enough to fuck her all night. And she won't even think of going down on me so I can get hard enough to fuck her! Damn it, she doesn't have to make me cum in her mouth! Just get me hard." He shook his head. "I was just so aroused that I popped as soon as she touched me. I don't blame her for being pissed, but damn it, she could at least try some of those things."
"Toni's never gone down on you?" the dark-haired elfin girl said as her hand lecherously explored the juncture of his thighs and her deft fingers closed on the now-rigid length of his penis. "I can't believe it!"
'Sad but true," Rory mumbled, moving against the hand.
"She's a damn fool!" The sensuous lips parted in a wry smile. "But most of the really beautiful women are. Now, look at me! I'm skinny as a fence post, so I have to try harder."
"I'll think about that," the dark, handsome photographer said. He was tingling as he hadn't for months as he felt her hand clutch his rigid cock through his slacks. He looked searchingly at her and finally said, "Well, you're sort of small, but by God you're beautiful. Your mouth is the most inviting mouth
I've ever seen. Maybe a little small in the tit department, but there's sure nothing wrong with your legs and ass, Mike!"
She thought a moment and then went to lock the door. She turned to him, her tongue wetting her lips before she spoke. "I don't want to mess you up with Toni ... Sooner or later you'll work it out."
"I sure hope so," he said glumly.
"Well, there are things I need too," she said. "And the film will have to wash for an hour."
"If you're teasing, stop it," he said.
"I want to blow you ... suck your beautiful cock," she replied firmly. "If you want me ... "
"I'll be double damned," he whispered, reaching for her, pulling her on top of him, caressing her with strong, searching fingers that knew all the erogenous zones. Her hand was on him again, drawing the zipper down, fishing for his rock-hard penis. "Damn, from the first time I saw you, I wanted to stuff my prick into your mouth ... wanted to eat you ... "
He felt the wetness of her cunt through her thin panties and could smell the woman-scent of her. He wanted to tear them off and bury his face and his lewdly searching tongue between her legs, and he fumbled for the zipper of her dress.
"No!" Mike said sharply, squirming away. "Don't take my dress off ... until we know each other better. Then ... if it's good, you can have me any way you want."
"Any way?" He stroked her young, vibrant body, his fingers sliding between her clenching asscheeks to find the tight little ring of her anus. She trembled at his touch. "Here, too?"
"Ummmmmm ... " Mike moaned. "But not yet. Just this for now."
Deftly she drew his slacks down, and his shorts, and his long thick cock was in her deftly stroking hand. She rolled the fleshy foreskin down as she pulled a pillow from the sofa and knelt on it between his widely splayed bare legs.
"Ooooooooohhhhh ... so beautiful!" Mike murmured as the mushroom-shaped head of his cock filled her entire vision. His testicles were hot and heavy in her hand, and her nostrils flared as she drew in the male scent of him. God, but it was immense. Could she take all of it into her soft mouth? The elfin girl bent low over his loins, her knees pressing hard into the pillow as she lovingly stroked the thick, iron-hard penis. A pearly drop of pre-seminal fluid was already forming at the reddish-purple tip and she flicked the tip of her tiny pink tongue over it, savoring the salty, rich taste. She'd never had one this big before and was sure her jaws would be sore by the time she finished what she had set out to do. Eyes wide, she raised her beautiful face and said, "I want you to cum in my mouth."
"Then go down on me."
"Not too soon. I want to ... play with you," Mike replied, lovingly kissing the hot, rubbery knob. "It's so big ... I want it all, every inch, but I'll have to strain."
"You've got a beautiful mouth," he said, pulling her head down to the throbbing tip of his cock and feeling her soft, wet lips part in a tight oval even as her tongue swirled around his flesh like she was licking an ice-cream cone. She was so damn pretty, kneeling so subserviently over his hot loins, her lips working on the head of his prick like a fish's feeding mouth as she strained to draw him deep into the hot, saliva-filled cavern. She was moaning with wanton desire. He wanted to just grab her head and ram his shaft deep into her throat, but held back. She was so small she might choke. Yet she was taking it, her cheeks hollowing as inch by inch she absorbed his rampant cock, her head slowly bobbing ...
He watched the thick sensuous lips stretch to their utmost as she tried to encompass his throbbing penis. Finally he was sure he heard her jaw pop as the lust-swollen head penetrated between her gaping lips.
"Ummmmmmmmm ... " Mike moaned deep in her throat as her tongue worked on the head of his staff. She tried to engulf more of him and her cheeks ballooned around the thickness of his cock. She was not sucking yet, just trying to absorb all of him, and she knew she was failing. He was so big! Reluctantly her salivating lips surrendered the knoblike head of his cock and she whispered, "I'm really going to have to work at this."
"If you can't take more than the head, you can use your hand," he told her.
"I want it all ... every bit of it in my mouth," she said, her dark eyes flashing. "Just let me work on you, Rory."
He leaned back on the sofa as her tiny hand lewdly caressed his iron-hard prick. She bent over it, her tongue flickering like the tongue of a snake, and she began to wet him, her soft, hot lips dripping saliva onto the pulsing shaft until it was slick and glistening. Then, her soft lips widely parted, she guided the huge head between them again.
Looking down at her kneeling figure between his legs, Rory Davon thought Mike looked more like a child than a woman-but there was nothing childlike about the way she was taking him now. With agonizing slowness, she sucked his rigid cock into the wet heat of her mouth. He saw the stark outline of it against her straining cheeks and didn't think it was possible. But a fraction of an inch at a time, his manhood was being lovingly absorbed.
Mike felt the thick rubbery cockhead finally pressing against her tonsils. She gagged but knew she could do it. Her slender fingers caught the hard-muscled thighs and she willed her throat muscles to relax.
"Ummmmmmm ... " she moaned in wanton desire.
And then, tightly clutching him, she drove her head down, felt the hot spear of flesh burst past her tonsils and deep into her throat. She held him tight, her nostrils flaring as she fought for breath. God, how big and beautiful he was! Her mouth had never been so filled before! Slowly she began to suck his staff, her bloated cheeks hollowing tight around it as her tongue slowly slid over the heavy-veined penis. Only when she was completely relaxed, no longer choked by the massive phallus, did she begin to move her eager mouth up and down. He lay back, and after several minutes she felt his hands close around her gliding head, not forcing her, because she needed no forcing.
"God! What a beautiful blow-job!" he groaned, beginning to undulate so that, kneeling over his hot loins, she felt his penis screwing deeper and deeper into her avid mouth. "God, you can turn a man on! Keep it up! I don't want to cum! I just want to be in your mouth!"
Mike rolled her dark eyes up at him as her lips, stretched to their limit, slowly slid up the thick length of his cock. The eyes said thank you, and she went down again.
It went on and on, with agonizing slowness. Her mouth was drawn out on the upstroke like that of a feeding fish, and then her soft, eager lips rolled tightly over her little white teeth as with a moan of pleasure she absorbed his penis deep into her hot, salivating throat again. Several times she found her petite body cramped and shifted to ease her aching knees, but she hardly felt the pain and the stiffness. It was so beautiful, having her mouth so deliciously filled. And Rory Davon was, she told herself, the greatest guy she'd ever gone down on. He had fabulous self-control! Most of the others couldn't stand the heat and teasing of her skilled lips. Within minutes they were grabbing her head and fucking violently into her mouth, hurting her. But he was reclining, just playing with her hair and letting her do it all.
In the dimness of her enraptured mind, she heard the faint sound of the timer going off, saying the negatives had washed enough. With a wet slurping sound she surrendered his hard cock from her loving lips, and found she could hardly speak.
"I think it's time," she managed to say, licking her lust-swollen lips and managing a wanton smile. "And my mouth is getting tired."
"It should be-you've been working on me for over an hour," he said. "I've been holding it for you; my balls are ready to blow up."
"All right ... I want every drop," Mike replied.
Then she gulped him into her eager lips again, into the steaming wet cavern of her mouth and throat, her head now bobbing furiously over his wet genitals. The room was filled with the sounds of her eagerly consuming mouth and Rory thought she was going to suck his prick right off his body as he fucked into her passion-contorted face.
"Oh, I'm cuuummmmmiiiinnnngggg!!!" he cried, and grabbed her head as he screwed into her devouring lips.
Mike felt the urgent swelling of his cock and then, as her tongue slithered like a lizard along the underside, the pulsing of his hot semen as it spurted in choking jets from the jerking penis which her lips ovalled so tightly. Time after time her mouth was filled with his thick, rich cum and she swallowed in spasms, feeling it burn its way down her throat and into the quaking vault of her little belly.
"Uuuummmmmmmmmnnnn!!!" she moaned, her lips refusing to let him go as her tiny tongue sought for every drop of the sweet male nectar. Her pussy tingled as the eroticism of the moment set off her own magnificent orgasm and her loins boiled and seeped with her spontaneous cumming. She found it difficult to believe that he'd cum in his wife's hand such a short time ago. Ravenously she sucked him until his penis was soft between her demanding lips and Rory was gasping in spent pleasure. Finally she reluctantly let his male-ness slip from her all-devouring mouth, but continued to lick and kiss it reverently as she mumbled thickly, "Oh, so nice ... so beautiful ... like sweet whipped cream ... "
A long, thin whitish string of cum trailed from her mouth as finally the tiny girl straightened up, still swallowing.
"Whew!" he whispered as he pulled her to him and kissed her semen-glistening lips. "God, what a beautiful little cocksucker!"
Cocksucker!
Mike didn't like to think of herself in that way, but she had to face it. She returned his kiss, panting with her own completion and said, "I'm a scrawny little thing ... I have to try harder."
"Good things come in small packages," he said, sliding his hand up between her splayed legs to fondle her pussy. "No lie, you're the best I've ever met. Hell, a woman like you ... "
"Not very many men bother to look to see if I am a woman," she said. "I'm used to it."
"That, little one, is all in your head," Rory said. "If I could do an instant replay, I would."
"Oh, I know I give good head," Mike said. "It's the only thing men want from me." She fished for a cigarette and lit it before he could find his lighter. "Know something? Most of the men I have sex with are homosexuals. I'm so skinny they can pretend I'm a boy when I'm down on them. And I sort of like them, because they're not rough or aggressive, even when they want me to kneel and let them in my bottom. They're not likely to hurt me the way straight guys do ... just ram into me and not care that it hurts at first. I can let myself go ... you know?"
His hand reached up under her short dress and he stroked the smooth, warm round cheeks of her ass as the tiny girl squirmed in his arms and made happy sounds.
"This is an all-girl ass," he said. "Save me a piece."
"I don't want to screw up your relationship with Toni," the gamin-faced girl said seriously.
"You're more woman than she'll ever be, Mike," he said seriously. "I really think she'd like me to have someone to take the pressure off her. I keep wanting all these things she won't do, you know?"
"Vegas is full of pneumatic girls," she countered.
"Fuck them!" he shot back. "Toni's a great straight lay. But you ... I want to fuck you every way there is! In the mouth, up this tight little ass ... and I want to eat you until you scream for mercy."
"Oh, wow! What a proposition." She laughed, pleased.
"And get that damn tit-fixation out of your head!" the aroused photographer went on. "The next time I'm with you, I want you bare-ass naked-or I don't want you!"
"Yes, Rory," Mike said meekly. Her obscenely seeking hand found his wet, flaccid cock and tucked it back into his pants. The tiny woman was stunned to think this handsome man would want her. She knew she was good at sex; she had to be, to find a man even for one time. How often had it happened that she had subjugated herself, giving them pleasure with her mouth, or parting her clenching asscheeks, or anything they wanted, and then been discarded the first time something with tits walked by? Well, Toni had the tits, all right, but she sounded like the coldest of fishes. "If you want me ... any way. But hadn't we better get on with printing those shots?"
Toni Davon awoke restlessly in the strange room at about four a.m., the hour when medical science has found the human body to be at its weakest; when, in the long-term seriously ill person, death is most likely to occur. There was a sinking feeling in her solar plexus and she thought she had acted like a petulant child with her young husband. He must have been totally exhausted by his long day and she, tired herself, had flared up when Rory had shot his cum into her lewdly groping hand. Well, his plea that she use her sensual mouth on him so he could give her what she needed most had been spurned. Although she couldn't even think of doing such a thing, she could have been diplomatic and understanding in the circumstances, the drowsy blonde girl told herself.
She realized that several hours had passed-maybe Rory had cooled down. He might even have rejuvenated himself to the point where he could give her what she needed most-a hard, wild fucking! Impulsively, now willing to crawl to him, she reached for the phone.
It buzzed and buzzed interminably in her ear, until finally an unfamiliar male voice came on the line. "Mrs. Davon, this is De-Costa. We met earlier. Your husband had to go to work."
"What're you doing on the line?" she demanded, fishing for a cigarette from her purse. "Has anything happened?"
"No, no, everything is fine," the voice assured her. "Just as a precaution we put a phone cover on the line to your apartment. There was a call for Mister Davon a few minutes after you moved into the room you're using. The switchboard operator stayed on the line only long enough to establish the nature of the call. The other party represented an advertising agency. Apparently there were some films taken yesterday and it was important they be developed immediately. The operator left the line then, but a few minutes later Mister Davon departed."
"Oh," Toni said, puffing on her cigarette, vastly relieved. "That must have been Mister Kellogg."
"It sounded like a secretary."
"Oh, sure," Toni said confidently. "I've met Mister Kellogg's secretary. Well, if Rory is working all night, maybe he'll forget to be mad at me."
With a muted chuckle, the tawny-haired bride finished her cigarette and went back to bed. She thought Rory must have been really delighted to be called out in the middle of the night, right after a serious argument, to go through the tedious process of printing pictures. And called by a secretary who, although she had a beautiful face, carried no more weight on her limbs than a canary bird.
Grinning, thinking of her own lush woman's figure, Toni drifted off to sleep again.