Chapter 3
Wendy Moore stirred sleepily, then groaned as her sore, tortured muscles cried out in protest to her movements. Slowly she became aware of her condition, her mind suddenly flashing back to vividly recall what had happened to her the night before.
She had been so sure she could handle the two men she had allowed to pick her up in the bar of the motel where she was staying. Both of the men had been drunk and Wendy teased them unmercifully, laughing at their fumbling passes, leading them on and tempting them. She danced with both of them, promising everything with subtle movements of her beautiful body, then holding them at bay as they tried to urge her to leave with them.
When she first started her little game with the two men, she fully intended leaving with one of them, wanting the love, the excitement of a man. It was only when both of them became crude and disgustingly drunk, that she gave up on any plans of going to bed with either of them and began her cynical game of tease and torture. Wendy was a ripely formed woman, her figure lush and firm, fully equal to any female fifteen years younger. Having lost her husband in an auto accident soon after her marriage, she tried to mask the hurt and aching void left in her life by building her career, steadfastly refusing ever to leave herself open for such hurt again by re-marrying. The years of hard work were paying off, but her mirror constantly reminded her of the price she was paying. Her face, though still hauntingly beautiful, was showing the first lines of aging. Tiny feather-like lines etched at the corners of her mouth and eyes, faint, barely discernible furrows in her brow, telltale evidence that all women hated and feared. Wendy, however, managed to hide her advance into maturity better than most, being an expert in the field of cosmetology.
Even before her marriage, she had worked with the leading cosmetologists of both the United States and Europe, working constantly with the hundreds of cosmetics, trying endless blends and new formulas, always seeking the magic concoction that would preserve not only her own beauty, but that of the countless women that would pay millions for such a secret. She was quick to prove her ability and before long many of her cosmetic discoveries were being sold through her employers. Being ambitious as well as brilliant in her field, she soon saw the vast sums of money being made from her products and she confronted her company for a larger share of that money. Since all of her discoveries were automatically the property of the company, they saw no reason to knuckle under to the demands of such a brash young woman, and Wendy soon found herself out of a job. Bitter, and with burning desire to prove herself, she turned down the many offers from other companies and launched her own cosmetic firm.
It had been hard going. Her products were good, exceptionally good, but without the national advertising, or the vast chain of distributors, selling them was something else. But little by little, she was on her way, although it took all these countless trip around the country to push her products to the nose-in-the-air purchasing agents.
She thought she was through with the two drunks when she excused herself to go to the rest room, then slipped up to her room on the elevator. Not so.
They had followed her, used the stairway, and literally broke the lock on her motel room door. She had prepared her face with all the usual creams she carried in her case, a ritual she adhered to every night of her life. This is how the two drunks found her as they came bursting in.
"Look at the bitch!" said one of them. "Ain't so pretty as she was down at the bar, eh? No mind. I'm gonna fuck her anyway. Matter of fact, know what I'm gonna fuck, Charlie? I'm gonna fuck that wise ass teasin' mouth of hers, that's what I'm gonna fuck. Then you got sloppy seconds, iff'n you want. Or you can fuck her up the ass or in her hot little twat, or anywhere you want."
"I been looking at that mouth all night myself, Mel. You fuck her in the mouth first, then I'll do the same. See if she can swallow both our loads. Poor girl looks hungry." Then the second drunk slipped the latch back on the motel door and leaned against the wall, letting his friend have first shot at Wendy, who just sat there, eyes wide in fear.
The man named Mel was huge, broad shoulders, thick hands, and booze-red eyes. He stumbled across the room, undressing as he did, until he was naked and his erected penis was tightly fisted in his hand. With his other hand he threw Wendy on the bed and in one strong motion straddled her breasts, sinking his ass-hole onto one of the nipples, rubbing it there for a moment before he forced his thick meat into her mouth.
"Suck it, you teasin' bitch. And you know what? I ain't gonna come in your tonsils, I'm gonna smear your pretty-pretty face with my gism. Think you'll like that. Drip it in your eyes, up your nose, everything."
The other drunk in the corner was laughing, bent over, guzzling one more drink from a flask. "Me too," he half-choked. "You like cream on your face, well you're gonna get a truckload full of it tonight, baby."
Wendy, half numb from the drinks she had consumed herself, remembered a joke she had heard. "When you're about to be raped, sit back and enjoy it!" And that she did. She sucked Mel's big velvet-red pecker avidly, swirling her tongue over the pulsing head, licking down under its thick length, nibbling gently at his balls. He was something more than stoned, so it took him a long time to come, but when he did, he kept his promise, gushing his cream all over her face, then using his thick fingers to rub it into the cosmetic creams that were already there. He fell off the bed, panting, and his friend Charlie was already naked and waiting his turn.
He did a repeat performance, but he was even more bombed than his friend, and half of his hot sticky load of gism sprayed over Wendy's hair, then into her eyes, then over her chin, down her neck.
The last thing Wendy remembered was his fist coming down on her delicate little jawand after that the lights went out for Wendy Moore. And she was never to see the two drunks again. But what a change they had unknowingly made in her life!