Chapter 2
Two years before, when Debra had decided the only way she was going to make enough money to buy the things she wanted for herself was to cheat on her husband-for money-she had set strict rules for her appointment-only schedule as a prostitute. Her husband was out of town, making the rounds of his customers, every Wednesday from five in the morning until eleven at night. And so Debra had set Wednesday, between nine in the morning and five in the afternoon, as the time she would ply her new trade.
Another rule she made, at that same time, was that when someone did her a favor in connection with her new trade, she returned the favor as soon as possible. That eliminated any possibility that the someone might want something she wasn't prepared to give, or want something she was prepared to give-but at the wrong time.
Cord Conrad folded his long, thin frame onto a contour couch in his aggressively modern apartment and contemplated the smooth body that Debra was showing through an almost totally transparent dress. Debra had been telling him how grateful she was that he had turned her on to a potentially very lucrative customer, George Morriss. And while she was thanking him, Cord squirmed around on the couch, trying secretly, and not too successfully, to clamp his swollen cock between his legs so that it wouldn't rise in an absurd-looking lump in the front of his terry cloth robe.
Cord had been righting his erection since Debra had called him earlier that morning saying that she would stop by about noon to return a favor. He knew that Debra would reward him with a banquet of sensual delights for having referred her to her new client. So while his body was at work that morning checking out a tax situation, his mind was locked on Debra's body.
That had been three hours ago. And except for a couple of brief periods when his erection went away for a few moments as he wrestled with the complexities of the tax laws, his erection had been constant and as troubling as it was right then. But now the solution to the problem of what to do with his erection was sitting across from him, smiling.
Debra began unbuttoning her blouse, slowly, teasingly. And Cord's eyes followed her fingers as they descended from button to button. She liked Cord, he had been one of her first customers, and one of her most steady. She stood up, took her blouse off, and bent to unbuckle her sandals, her firm breasts bouncing tantalizingly as she did so.
Debra faced Cord and unzipped her short skirt, working it slowly down over her hips until he could see the pubic hair red against the whiteness of her skin. Then she stepped out of her skirt, raising each leg in turn, gracefully, and turning her thigh outwards each time so that Cord had fleetingly maddening glimpses of her genital lips.
She walked towards him with graceful, catlike movements, her voluptuous pelvis undulating naturally, without exaggeration, and she stood beside him, looking down at him invitingly as his eyes played from the triangle of her pubic hair up the soft, graceful curves of her hips to her outthrust, full, tight breasts. He reached up and touched her breasts, kneading them, and felt the nipples harden beneath his fingertips.
Cord ran his hands along Debra's hips and pulled them to him, and she arched her pelvis towards him as he kissed her warm, flat belly and ran his hands to her buttocks, caressing them. She ran her fingers through his hair and raised one knee to his lip, gently pressing his swollen cock against his stomach.
Cord continued caressing her buttocks with one hand and slid the other up the inner thigh of her extended leg to her moistly waiting pussy. Slipping his fingers between the genital lips, he massaged her clitoris. She gripped his head tightly and leaned forward as he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, teasing the erect hardness of it with the tip of his tongue, sucking at it as he slipped his hand further between her thighs and, finding the vaginal opening with his index finger, inserted the finger slowly, rotating it as it penetrated deeply.
Debra felt Cord's cock throbbing against her knee, and she whispered: "Let's go upstairs now."
Cord nodded, and Debra backed away from him as he rose from the contour couch. He bent to pick her up, to carry her upstairs, but she stepped back and took his hand. "I don't want to spoil the view," she said with a smile.
The view. Yes, he thought. Every day when he climbed the spiral staircase which led to his second-floor master bedroom he remembered the view. The view she had shown him the first time he had gotten her to his apartment.
Debra led him by the hand up the steps from the sunken living room and along the landing to the staircase. Then she went first, climbing four steps ahead of him so that her bare, shapely fanny was even with his face as they climbed.
They climbed slowly, the muscles of her firm buttocks rippling, the cleft between them spreading to reveal the soft red down, the slight sway of her hips as she climbed giving him tantalizing glimpses of the treasure between her legs. And Cord watched, fascinated, wishing each time this happened that the stairway was higher.
Inevitably, at some point during the climb, he would kiss her buttocks, and he did so now, sinking his face into the delicious softness of them and savoring the fragrance of them. And, also, inevitably he would decide that the next time Debra came to his apartment he would make love to her there on those stairs. But each time he would give in to the needs of his body, to the needs that were filling him right now. The needs that could only be filled in a bed, where Debra could lock her thighs about his body and rise to meet his demanding thrusts.
Debra went immediately to Cord's bedroom and lay down across his king-size bed as he turned the lights on and took his clothes off. The bed was covered with an imitation fur bedspread of soft, silky man-made fiber which Debra loved to feel on her bare body. She slithered seductively on it, spreading her legs wide in invitation to Cord, enticing him to hurry with his disrobing, an enticement he hardly needed.
Cord approached the foot of the bed, and Debra slid towards him, lowering herself off the bed and onto the white shag carpeting. She reached forward to where Cord was standing and gripped his buttocks, pulling his swollen cock towards her mouth. He bent over her, resting his elbows on the foot of the bed as she sucked his cock into her mouth, running her tongue around the head of it before pulling hard on his hips, then pushing, until Cord took the lead and began pumping his cock in and out of her mouth.
Cord pumped slowly, concentrating on the wetness and lip tightness of Debra's hot mouth. She caressed his balls, and he jerked his pelvis faster, pumping his cock into her hot, sucking mouth until he felt the tension of an impending eruption. He stopped, reluctantly pulling his cock from her mouth, not ready to come quite yet.
Debra grabbed his hips and pulled him back to her. "Don't stop," she insisted. "I have to. I'm going to come." Debra caressed his balls with her fingertips. "Come in my mouth, then. I want to taste you."
"But I want to fuck you." "Later," she said, breathlessly. "You can fuck me later. We have hours."
Cord was stunned-and excited. He had expected one quick, free fuck as payment for introducing Debra to Morriss. And now he was being offered a full afternoon. And it wasn't even Wednesday.
Debra pulled at him again, and this time he didn't fight her. She pulled his pelvis towards her and she rested the back of her head on the foot of the bed as he leaned into her face again. She held his cock in her hands and guided it towards her lips, holding her lips tightly closed so that he had to increase the pressure of his cock against them to penetrate.
Her lips gave reluctantly, compressing the head of his cock as it slipped by degrees into her mouth. Cord could feel the delicious warmth and wetness and tightness of her lips as they slipped back over the head of his cock and over the rim, and he felt her tongue at work on the sensitive underside of the glans. He stiffened and straightened up, gripping the top of her head and arching his pelvis forward as his cock drove into her mouth, her moist lips tightening around the shank of it as he penetrated deeper and deeper into her mouth and throat.
Debra had taken a full three-quarters of his cock into her mouth when he felt the head come to rest somewhere in the dark, warm recess, her tongue forming a channel for it. He withdrew slowly, and she sucked powerfully as he did so, the head of his cock enlarging with the suction. When he could feel her tight lips glide across the rim of the head, he pushed in again, slowly at first, withdrawing and pushing again until by reflex he bent over her and began thrusting rhythmically, pumping his cock in and out of her mouth like it was a greedy sucking cunt.
Debra dug her fingers into Cord's tight, muscular buttocks, kneading them as he pumped. She sucked harder and his cock began throbbing back towards the orgasm it had been so close to minutes before. Her warm sucking mouth gripped his cock, the suction and tight lips forming a vacuum, and her head was rocking lightly against the bed with each thrust of his pelvis.
Cord jerked his pelvis more and more violently as he pumped his cock into her faster and faster, until his body stiffened in an orgasm. His cock throbbed and erupted, and Debra sucked the semen from his cock as it contracted and his knees buckled, unable to support his spasming body.
Debra sucked and sucked, until Cord was dry. His muscles tightened spastically and he could pump no longer. Debra jerked her head forward, piston-like, forcing her mouth over his contracting cock with such power that it shook his pelvis, and still she sucked until the nerve endings of the sensitive head of his cock reached the electrical, pin-prickling pain threshold, and he jerked his cock back from her mouth, trembling, and leaned onto the bed, on the verge of collapsing from the power of his release.
Half an hour later Cord climbed back up the spiral staircase and re-entered the bedroom, carrying two glasses of sparkling champagne. Debra was lying back against the propped-up pillows on the bed watching him approach, his balls and limp cock swinging from side to side as he walked.
Cord handed her one of the glasses and, before he could sit down beside her, she scooted to him, giggling, then grabbed his limp cock and dipped it in her champagne. "Christ!" he said in shock. "That's cold!" Debra slithered across the silky fur bedspread on her stomach and sucked the champagne from his cock, and the cock began swelling as she sat up and scooted back, laughing.
Cord looked down, surprised, and watched his cock swell to half-mast, throbbing slightly. "I really think you could keep that thing up for twenty-four hours a day, if you wanted to," he said with a laugh.
"That's an interesting idea. Maybe I'll try it some time," Debra said, the same laugh in her voice.
"We'd better not," Cord said. "I'd be so tired that you'd have to prop me up at my desk so I could work. And, besides, your husband might find out."
Cord lay down on the bed beside Debra, propping himself up on one elbow and sipping his glass of champagne. He studied her, lying on her back now, her head propped up on a pillow and her glass resting on her stomach. She was contracting her stomach muscles and watching the champagne ripple in her glass.
"That's quite a cocktail shaker you've got .yourself there," he said.
Debra looked at Cord with a mischievous look on her face. "Let's fuck" she said.
Cord was visibly startled.
"Oh, that's right," Debra said. "You don't approve of ladies using four letter words. Okay, let's intercourse. But don't you think that sounds rather awkward?"
"You could say let's make love."
"No. Make love is awkward, too. Make, to me, means manufacture. Personally, I'd rather fuck."
Cord suppressed a grin and started to take a sip of his champagne when Debra added: "Why don't you just stick your cock in me, and we'll decide what it was you did later?" Cord snorted into his glass, spraying himself with champagne.
"You trying to get me to lick your whole body?" Debra asked.
Cord laughed, took the drink from her hand, and set both glasses on the bedside table. "Okay," he said, "less comedy and more sex."
Cord bent over the kissed Debra, slipping his tongue into her mouth and closing his hand over her breast. Her breast was heavy and firm, and it filled his large hand. He kissed her face and neck, and placed his mouth over her other breast, sucking the hard nipple into his mouth and teasing it with the tip of his tongue. He ran his hand down her body, slowly, kneading the tight, smooth skin. And when his fingertips touched her soft, fine pubic hair, she spread her legs and he began running his - fingers through the pubic hair. He pressed hard against her pussy, massaging it, his fingers touching the cleft of her buttocks, the inner part of his wrist rotating gently on her clitoris.
Debra moaned and arched her pelvis, pushing hard against his hand with her pussy. He kissed her again, probing her warm mouth with his tongue, and he reached further between her thighs, cupping her buttocks with his hand, and rolled her onto her side. Turning to the sixty-nine position, he spread her thighs and raised her legs so that it rested, flexed, on his side. He slipped his other hand beneath her hip then grasped her buttocks with both hands as he buried his face in her warm pussy.
She felt his tongue slip between her genital lips and slip along the groove towards her clitoris. And when his tongue reached the vee of her inner lips, compressing her clitoris, she stiffened with the electric sensual shock. Her buttocks twitched in his hands as his tongue flicked at her clitoris, depressing it, kneading it, licking it. And, filled with the pleasure of it, she enveloped his cock with her mouth and swirled her tongue around it as she tickled his balls with her fingertips.
Cord closed his lips around her clitoris and sucked gently at the small nub, looking up the groove of her parted genital lips to the moist, red skin that folded into the opening of her vagina, then up the cleft of her buttocks to the small, dark pink pucker of her anus. He parted her buttocks, watching the opening widen then close, watching the anal opening pucker and dilate with the rhythm of his massage.
He ran his tongue along the slit and plunged it into her vagina, pushing his cheeks against the vee of her open thighs for deeper penetration. Pushing his tongue in and out of her, he brushed his index finger across her anus, then spread her buttocks once more, touching the dilated hole with his fingertip and, releasing her buttocks, he watched the anal fold pucker around his finger, enclosing it.
Feeling his cock begin that throbbing that told of an impending orgasm once again, Cord pulled it from Debra's mouth, sat up, and rolled Debra to her back. She spread her legs wide as he got between them and settled down on his elbows, his chest lightly touching her breasts.
Debra flexed her legs and clamped them to his sides as he lowered his pelvis, resting his swollen cock full length against her pussy. Using his hips for leverage, she grasped them and pulled her pussy hard against Cord. The shank of his cock, still moist from her mouth, slipped easily along her genital lips, and he began rubbing the full length of it across her clitoris, sliding it up and down the slit of her cunt and pressing it hard against her little love bump.
Debra felt his cock sliding faster and faster across her clitoris; she felt the heat building from the friction of it; she felt the nerves in her pelvis tightening like mainsprings being coiled too tightly. She felt the nerve centers in her pelvis being touched at random, and she knew that the hot, wet cock being pressed tightly between her legs and sliding full length back and forth across her clitoris would soon touch off the central nerve that would complete the circuit, discharging them all.
Debra felt the tension mount in her until she felt she could stand it no longer, and suddenly an orgasm was reached, and for a split second everything went black from the discharge of her sexual tension. When she regained her senses her muscles were jerking violently, recoiling from the sudden release. She clamped her legs against Cord's sides to stop his thrusting for a moment, to savor the feeling of her orgasm, then her body demanded still another release. "Now," she said. "Fuck me now. Stuff it into me!"
Cord realized that Debra was having an orgasm before he even got his cock into her, just from rubbing it against her clitoris, and when he felt the dampness of her cunt flooding around his cock he dropped back, slipped between her genital lips, and slipped his cock easily along the groove until, finding the opening, his cock slipped wetly and tightly into her cunt.
Cord pushed into her, feeling the tight walls giving way to the swollen head of his cock, moving tightly but without friction in the lubricated tunnel. His cock throbbed from the sudden warmth and tightness, and it slid deeper and deeper into her until his pubic hair touched her genital lips and his pelvis and thighs were pressed tightly against Debra's body.
Debra felt the largeness of him stretching her vaginal walls, felt his cock pulsating in her. And she grabbed his thighs, holding him tightly against her for a minute, feeling the fullness of him inside of her. She rotated her pelvis, grinding it, pressing her body into his and twisting his cock in her cunt. "Fuck me," she said. "Fuck me hard. Hard!"
Cord withdrew and thrust his cock into her full length, withdrew and thrust again and again, rocking her with the power of his thrusts, and the thrusts gave way to the rhythmical regularity as he pumped his cock in and out of her body. And the heat of the friction became even more intense as he pumped faster and faster, feeling the walls of her cunt give way to his cock as he drove it in and out, feeling the walls contract with each withdrawal.
The expansion and contraction of the walls created a sucking action on the head of his cock, and his cock began throbbing as it came close to shooting. He could feel the charge building up in his balls, and he pumped still faster and faster, his thighs and balls slapping against the crack between Debra's legs, against the lower part of her buttocks.
Debra humped against Cord's thrusts and suddenly his balls tightened and the eruption came with his cock's exploding inside of her, shooting burning streams of hot semen into her cunt. Debra could feel the semen coating the friction-sensitive walls of her vagina, could feel the swelling of his cock as it pumped its juice into her, and with a fiery blast her own orgasm came, filling her body with waves of passion that took complete control of her humping form. - Finally, after what seemed to both of them like hours, Cord's frantic pumping slowed, then stopped. He rolled to his side, totally spent, but Debra rolled with him, holding his cock tight in her still twitching cunt. She had a long, continuing series of small orgasms, each bringing her body to a brief, shuddering peak of feeling, and she refused to give up Cord's cock until her body was completely finished. So they both lay there quietly, Debra unable to speak and Cord finding speech unnecessary as the walls of Debra's vagina throbbed occasionally, gripping his cock in the throes of another small orgasm.
When, finally, Cord's long-hard organ withered and shrunk and Debra could no longer hold it inside of her, she reluctantly released it, stretched luxuriously, then sat up and looked down at the now soundly sleeping Cord. She smiled at him, tracing one fingertip lightly down his cheek, then slowly climbed off the bed and got her clothes together. She carried them downstairs before dressing, checked her watch, then hurried out of the apartment. Her husband would soon be home, and she wanted to make sure he had a hot supper waiting for him. And with a smile, she thought about how that was the only hot thing he would have waiting for him.