Chapter 1

Ed Royse tooled the car down the quiet streets and turned into a soaring high rise. Parking the car in the basement garage, he buttoned the elevator. It lifted him to the twelfth floor. He stepped out into a carpeted hallway.

He was relaxed, comfortable. He always was, here. This floor was his. It contained his offices, his apartment, a room for his accountant and private apartments for the girls. Naturally! He was subject to a heavy fine from both Guild and Government, should he fail to provide excellent housing and care for his girls. All eleven of them.

He stopped before a door marked, in squared letters,

Edward Royse—Licensed Proc—Guild of Procurers. Smiling, he opened the door and entered the living room of his office-apartment.

Linda was waiting: a big redhead, her body perfectly proportioned to its size—unless you consider the hormone-enhanced bosom a bit much. She rose sinuously from his divan.

"Ed, love!" She hurried across the room with feline grace to press with soft insistence against him. Sliding her arms around his neck, she offered her full lips for a kiss. Ed obliged her willingly. His arms enfolded her wmm softness in an embrace that flattened her full beasts against his chest.

She drew her lips away, rubbing her cheek against his. "Hey, I was getting worried about you. You've put in a long day."

He nodded against her face. "I have. And I need a drink." He disentangled her from his arms. "I'm a little dry."

Moving over to the divan, he sank down on it and reached for a cigarette. He lit up, watching her mix the drink. "Everybody else get home okay?"

She looked up with a smile. "Uh-huh, But Julie needs a new whip. That flagellant contract got all excited and got it stuck in some kind of machinery. She's heartbroken, Ed; it was her favorite whip." She brought him his drink, waiting while he made a note in the little book he always carried. "I already called the whip people. Okay?"

He stored away the notebook and reached for the drink. "Thanks—yeah. That tastes like what I needed. How was your contract?"

Linda rolled her eyes. "Oh boy! Coprolalia, just my

type. I really got him worked up. I haven't been screwed so well in years!" She set her drink down and stood grinning before him to demonstrate. Planting her feet wide apart, she began to grind her hips provocatively. "Fuck me you bastard! Shove that slimy thing into my hot cunt and juice me good!"

"Ugh. That is not my style," Ed said, but he was unable to look away from her. She caressed herself with wild abandon, sliding her hands over the big bouncy swells of her breasts and down over her belly to her crotch.

"God damn," she groaned, "your prick's so big it's splitting my cunt open!"

Ed laughed. "Cut it out! Dirty talk isn't my thing ... but just watching you is giving me a hard-on!"

Linda was quickly beside him on the couch, smiling, "Oh, did I give poor Ed a hard-on? Here, let me makeums feel good." Her hand went to his lap, expertly massaging the hard bulge there as she whispered hotly in his ear, "Please give it to me, Ed. You don't do it enough."

Ed kissed her neck and opened the zipper of her dress. "With eleven hot girls to take care of, I can't handle all of you all of the time, witch!" He pulled the dress from her shoulders and pressed his mouth to the soft cleavage between her breasts. She gasped and hunched her shoulders, pushing her bosom into his face.

Her fingers had his fly open and his penis out in seconds. She closed her eyes rapturously as her hand moved up and down its considerable length. "Oh, baby. It's bigger than it's ever been. You make that contract tonight look like a boy. It's so good to hold it!"

Ed flipped open the center catch of her shelf-bra and

pressed the panting girl against him. She moaned in pleasure as his tongue entered her mouth, probing deep toward her throat. Their tongues tangled in a warm caress. His hand fondled the soft bulge of her breast, urging the nipple out to a hard point. His other hand busied itself dragging her dress down and off her squirming body. She wriggled her hips, moving into position to get him between her legs.

Stroking and kneading her buttocks, he whispered into her ear, "Better get into the bedroom, Linda. Let's make it an all-nighter."

She rose shakily to her feet and stumbled toward his bedroom, working at the elastic of her pantyhose. Ed followed her. Not every pimp, he mused, was so well loved. It kept everything a lot more peaceful, and the compulsory sterility injections made the situation perfectly safe. No woman in her right mind wanted to be a child bearing slave.

Linda was already whipping off her pantyhose when he entered the bedroom. Smiling, she tossed the little fluff of fabric at him and straightened up, stark naked. There was a lot of Linda to be naked. She cupped her breasts and scissored the nipples between her fingers, making them point rudely at him. She had no need to tell him she was ready, and he undressed so rapidly that by morning he could hardly remember doing it.

Then her wriggling body was glued to his and his big penis was throbbing between her thighs as she stood with her feet spread wide apart. She pumped her hips, rubbing her ever ready cunt against his monumental erection. Her breasts were at once soft and nearly unyielding against him, nipples stabbing at his chest like blood-colored stilettos. Her mouth was wide open under

his. She moaned ecstatically as his tongue curled around hers in erotic abandon.

His hands slid down the satiny smoothness of her back and spread wide around her buttocks. His fingers sank into the flesh, jamming her belly tightly against his while he rubbed his penis rhythmically against her moist vulva.

"Oh god, Ed! You're still the king ... just do it!"

She wriggled out of his grasp, her perspiring body sucking wetly away from him as she stumbled, glassy-eyed with lust, to his bed. Her hand clung possessively to his prick, drawing him along as she backed onto the bed, "I swear it's the biggest. . ."

"Save it for the customers, doll," he told her, although he was aware that she was slurring her words in passion. They spilled onto the bed in a slippery tangle of sexual heat. The water-mattress bounced beneath their trembling bodies as she squirmed beneath his powerful torso. Her thighs opened wide in one smooth motion. She rubbed the palms of her hands over his back. Her mouth sucked in his flaming kiss.

She emitted a little squeal of delight when his magic wand found the gate of her passion and probed inward. The throbbing prick suddenly slid past soft lips to plunge deep into her belly, making them both gasp. Wrapping her legs around him, she held on tightly with the mad strength of steadily mounting ecstasy, staring wildly at the ceiling through eyes burning with the fires of erotic abandon.

Pumping her hips up and down in time with his pounding thrusts, the girl squealed in throaty excitement, "Screw me to the bed, my wonderful cocksman!"

Grinning, Ed tried hard to do exactly as she invited. She kissed his sweating cheek in mad rapture, wanting desperately to help him, but knowing now that she had done it, that he didn't need her movements, that her body was now a receptacle for his passion. She sobbed at the mounting fire that engulfed her belly under the hard ram of his cock. He thrust it into her hard and fast, slapping her belly with his and quivering as he balanced himself above her on firmly planted palms. He stared down at her passion-writhing face, knowing his eyes were staring in rising lust. His testicles grew tighter and tighter.

Rapture swelled within her as she felt him suddenly hammer the great tool deep inside her vagina. Tightening her arms and legs around him, she murmured frantic words of encouragement. Within her, his penis throbbed in ever-increasing power. She felt his body tensing, and hers tensed, too, in response and anticipation of excruciating ecstasy.

He groaned and sank down onto her, cushioned by the breasts he crushed. His body stiffened, and a sudden raging flood slammed into her in a burst of the fiery «. release of pleasure. He ground his loins swiftly on hers in a final aid to her own orgasm, the hardness of his pelvis slipping and sliding her clitoris. She gasped, then cried out, her whole being exploding in a gigantic orgasm that shook her physically. Her throat ripped out another scream of wild release.

The staff of his sex jerked inside her in a powerhouse of burning ejaculations that made him shudder again and again. Her demanding body jerked as the blazing flood of her own delight answered his and sent her soaring on wings of rapture. They came together in a monumental

welding of naked bodies under the impact of the soul-blending climax.

They lay gasping, drenched in sweat. The passion fires subsided slowly and their lips pressed in soft warmth as love flowed beneath them.