Chapter 6
He didn't want her to know that everything he was doing and saying he'd done and said hundreds of times before. It wasn't that he wanted her to think she was in any way special; he felt it was important for her not to know he was testing her. He just wanted her to act naturally, as if she were with any man.
He wasn't sure whether she was acting or being herself, and it baffled him. He didn't often meet women he could not read.
"Your cock is tremendous," she whispered into his ear, squeezing it in her fisted palm. She felt the blood coursing through it, pounding along the shaft and bloating the head.
He responded enough for her to know that he wanted to fuck her, but reserved much of what he felt.
He wanted to see just how much she could give, how hard she would try.
"Lean back," she whispered, again, blowing directly into his ear, then running the tip of her tongue along the rim of it. "I want to eat you." As she said eat she pushed her tongue into the channel of his ear, then quickly withdrew it and pulled away from him.
He leaned back in the reclining chair. She had been sitting on the arm of it, and as she rose his eyes fell to the spot her cunt had touched; the leather bore a large, whitish smear of her juices.
She lowered herself to the floor, then crawled between his knees. His feet rested on the floor, wide apart. She looked up as she kneeled before him, her mouth held directly over the tip of his erect penis. Then she cast her eyes downward and stuck out her tongue.
He watched her as she ran it around the head of his cock, coating it with saliva. She moved her tongue around the rim of the head, making little darting licks with it as it traveled around and around. Then she stuck the tip of it against the little hole in his cockhead, and she pushed, sucking in her cheeks as her tongue prodded against the opening.
She moved her head forward slightly and then down, engulfing the whole fleshy cap in her mouth. She began to slowly move her mouth up and down, laving it with her tongue as she began to suck softly, then gradually harder and harder.
Her hands came up and began to fondle his balls and anus. She began to pump her head up and down with more speed, taking inch after inch of hard cock shaft into her throat as one hand held his hairy sac of balls and the other tickled lightly up and down the crack between his ass cheeks, her index finger stopping every few seconds to press against the hole.
He began to arch his hips slowly, feeding her more and more of his cock. He slid it down her throat, then pulled it back up, feeling her throat muscles contract around the wide rim of his cockhead. Then she pushed her head down so that just the tip entered her throat. She began to move her head up and down very quickly, keeping just his cockhead in her throat.
Her hand squeezed his balls, and rubbed behind them, prodding his asshole as she fucked his cock with her mouth. Her breasts hung heavily from her chest. Her body radiated a glowing warmth that flushed with more intense heat as she gave him head, loving the feel of his cock sliding down her throat She knew he would come soon. Raising her eyes from the hairy bush before them, she looked at him and realized that he was watching her. But as she looked more closely she saw that his eyes were directed at her but were not focused. He was just staring out, his eyes fixed on her.
She began to blow him hard, pumping her head up and down till her neck ached, stuffing her face with his prick, cramming it down her throat. Her hands worked evenly and in rhythm with her mouth.
He began to arch his hips again, this time with force. He thrust deep into her each time her head came down, and he drew back as her head lifted. The walls of her throat were hot and tight, like the walls of her cunt, but they were smooth, without the fleshy folds of the inner vagina. He rammed forward again and again, feeling the semen churning within his balls, beginning to travel upward, through his shaft.
She began to squeeze his balls tighter, feeling them contracting in pre-orgasmic tension. She sucked his cock hard, eager for the taste of his sperm.
His breathing quickened. A low, animal-like rumbling escaped his lips. And then the white hot come spewed from his cockhead and began to slide down her throat. Wad after wad of cream shot out, and he felt as if he were bursting.
She found immediately that she liked his taste. She rolled it around in her mouth before swallowing, her eyes closed, her breasts heavy and flushed.
As he watched her drink his come he slowly let his hips come to rest against the soft and now-hot leather upholstery. She swallowed the last drop, then wiped her tongue around the head, inserted the tip into the hole atop his cockhead to clean out the final droplet, then raised her head and released his prick from her mouth. His cock was soft and shriveled and it made a plopping sound as it fell back against his drained balls.
He let out a low moan, then reached down and placed his hands on her shoulders, pulling her up to lie on top of him. They rested for a while, silent, each alone with private thoughts.
Adeline woke and looked at the clock. One a.m. She did a quick calculation in her head-Mandy had left at five o'clock. It was now eight hours that she'd been gone.
Adeline rolled over and looked at Rob. "Hey," she said softly, running her hand down his cheek. "It's time to wake up."
He mumbled something indistinct and rolled over, away from her. "Rob," she said, her voice a little louder now, "come on. You said you'd take me downstairs."
He rolled back over and opened his eyes, looking directly into her face. "I guess I did, didn't I?"
"Yes."
"What time is it?"
"One."
"Okay." He sighed, brought his fists up to his eyes and rubbed them, then sat up slowly. Adeline leaned over and switched on the bedside lamp.
"You want to shower?" he asked her.
She said that she did, and he watched her throw off the covers and walk across the bedroom, his eyes riveted to the movement of her hips and ass.
He leaned back against the pillows, sitting up, and waited till he heard the water turned on. Then he reached over and lifted the receiver of the telephone beside the bed.
"Mr. Tony Lazzeri," he said to the hotel operator.
He waited a few moments, heard a series of clicking noises, then the phone in Tony's room began to ring. And ring, and ring. Finally the hotel operator cut back in. "I'm sorry, sir, Mr. Lazzeri is not answering. Would you like me to have him paged?"
"No," Rob said, hanging up quickly.
He sat back again. Where was Mandy? he wondered. He knew she'd gone to have a drink with him, but that had been hours ago.
Suddenly he was having visions of Mandy and Tony, laughing, talking, kissing. He could see Tony's hands on her breasts. Then he could see them fucking.
He pushed the thought from his mind. Then he started to feel angry. For Christ's sake, he thought, who the hell does she think she is?
Then he thought of Adeline. He listened to the steady beat of the shower, heard her humming. He really did like her a lot, he thought. Not that she was any substitute for Mandy, but she was a sweet kid, fun to be with, and horny. Well, he decided, if Mandy wanted to play games, fine-he could play games too. He would stay with Adeline for as. long as she stayed with Tony.
He heard the water turned off, then got out of bed as she reappeared from the bathroom.
"I'm so excited," she said. "I've never been to a nightclub or a casino."
"Well," he replied, crossing the room, stopping to caress her bared breast for a moment, "I'm sure you'll find it interesting. Have you any idea who's appearing tonight?"
"Mandy and I saw Bobby Macer in the elevator-maybe it's him."
"Yeah, maybe," Rob said, trying hard to sound enthused but not succeeding.
"You're worried, or angry, or both," Adeline stated.
He started to deny it, then, somewhat disgusted by his lack of control over showing his feelings, he went into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
Adeline shrugged her shoulders and started to get dressed, wondering if Rob would allow her to gamble in the casino. She had no money of her own.
"Three and a five," the man in the red velvet jacket called out. "Place your bets."
Mandy looked at Tony. He nodded to her. She leaned forward and placed two chips on number eight, then watched mesmerized as the roulette wheel was spun.
"Nine wins it," the man called out. "Place your bets."
She looked again at Tony.
"If you want to," he said, answering her unasked question.
"No, I think I've had enough." she gathered together her chips.
"Want to try blackjack or craps?" he asked as they elbowed their way through the crowd surrounding the roulette table.
"No, I'd just like to cash in these chips I've already won. ... How much will it come to?"
He looked at the chips she held in her hand. "Not much," he said, "maybe five or six dollars."
"Oh." She looked disappointed.
"Want to catch the late show in the club?"
"Okay," she responded, disheartened by the small amount of her winnings.
They cashed in the chips, Tony handed her the few bills, and they made their way to the far side of the lobby and into the club.
"Mr. Lazzeri," the maitre de said, nodding.
He showed them to a ringside table.
Mandy looked around. It was packed. There were no more than two or three vacant tables in the entire place. Cigarette smoke and the smell of alcohol combined to give the club a relaxed, open atmosphere. On stage was a line of sixteen naked chorus girls, huge feather headdresses atop their heads, long ostrich boas wrapped around their shoulders. The music was loud, the girls pranced to it, kicking their legs in unison, swaying seductively around the stage.
Hushed conversations and whispered comments filled the room. Every few minutes Mandy could hear fragments of dirty jokes as bits and pieces of people's conversations filled her ears.
Tony ordered her another drink.
Mandy sat there in something like a state of awe. She'd never seen anything like this, yet she felt right at home. She'd felt that way in the casino, too, and more than once she'd noticed men looking at her, their desire more than obvious. But each time, as soon as a man would notice her, he'd notice that she was with Tony. At that point they invariably turned away. She figured that they thought she was Tony's woman, not one of the girls on staff.
Which was true, but only for now, she reminded herself. She sat there sipping her drink, watching the naked women parade around the stage, thinking about the sex she and Tony had shared.
There was no doubt that he was the best she'd ever had. She knew that she had impressed him, that he knew what she could and would do in bed.
She was eager to talk to him about the prostitutes. She wanted to ask more questions, and wanted to make clear her intention of working for him. But she felt a hesitancy-what if he thought she wasn't good enough? What if he thought she was just some kid without a brain in her head?
She knew her fears were irrational; there was no mistaking his enjoyment of her body in bed, no mistaking his reactions to her. But she could not ignore the impression she'd gotten that he liked to initiate things. She didn't want to push him. She just sat and waited, hoping he'd bring up the subject.
He knew if he waited long enough she'd start to ask more questions. He talked about the hotel, about managing the chorus girls and what a huge job it was, about politics, about music-about everything he could think of except the one thing she wanted to discuss.
Finally she gave up. She couldn't hold off any longer. For a few minutes she tried to think of a subtle way to bring it up, then, coming up with nothing, she blurted out: "Tony, is there any chance I could stay here in Las Vegas and work for the hotel?"
"As a chorus girl?" he asked, enjoying playing her along.
"No," she said, feeling annoyed because she knew he knew what she meant, "as a-uh-prostitute."
"Have you given it a lot of thought?" he asked casually.
"Yes. And I've decided. I want a lot of money, I love sex, I know I can give a man a terrific time in bed."
'Yes, you can," he agreed, envisioning her mouth lowering over his hard-on.
"Well?" she prodded.
"Well," he said, "let me think it over."
Her face fell. She'd been expecting a definite answer. She knew she had to know one wav or the other before returning to the suite where Rob and Adeline were staying.
"When can you let me know?" she asked timidly, now afraid to say much of anything for fear that he'd tell her to forget the whole idea.
"In the morning-or maybe later, before I go back to my room."
She sat silently then, waiting.
Suddenly she heard Adeline...."Mandy!"
"Oh, hi," she said turning around to see her girl friend and Rob.
"Join us, please," Tony said, standing up and holding out a chair for Adeline.
When everyone was seated Rob looked from Tony to Mandy. "We have to be going back tomorrow afternoon," he said to no one in particular.
Mandy looked expectantly at Tony. Adeline looked at Mandy. Rob looked at Adeline. There was an uncomfortable silence.
Then things started happening on stage, taking their attention from one another and the silence that had fallen over their table.
The announcer came out and introduced Bobby Macer, who appeared and began to sing one of his latest hits. Adeline and Mandy both listened attentively, each relieved to have something on which to focus their attention.
Tony and Rob exchanged looks.
"Excuse us for a little while," Tony said, standing. "We have a little more business to discuss. We'll pick you up here after the show."
Mandy and Adeline looked surprised, but neither said a word.
After the men had left, Adeline turned to Mandy. "Where were you all this time?"
"With Tony."
"Doing what?"
"Fucking."
"Mandy!"
"Oh, come on. What were you and Rob doing?"
"Fucking," she admitted sheepishly.
"Did you enjoy having him alone?"
"Well," Adeline said, "kind of. He was pretty upset with you. I guess he sort of used me, but I didn't really care. You know, the more time I spend with him the more I like him. ... Does that bother you?"
"Adeline," Mandy said, ignoring her question, "how would you feel if I stayed out here?"
"You mean stay for good? Not come back tomorrow with me and Rob?"
"Yes."
"Well, I don't know. What would you do out here?" Mandy told her, in full detail, what had happened with Tony, what he'd said to her, how she'd reacted.
"And so that's what I really want. I guess I'd like it if you'd send me my stuff from school. And as far as Rob-well, he's yours if you want him."
Adeline didn't answer immediately. She thought it over, trying to imagine herself in Mandy's position, not liking it, then trying to imagine what her life at school would be like if she could see Rob regularly. Finally she said, "If it's what you want, go ahead. I'll send your things."
After that there didn't seem to be much to say. They sat watching the show, Adeline impressed by Bobby Macer in person, Mandy disappointed by him. When the show was finally over and Rob and Tony had not returned, Adeline said she was going back up to the suite. Mandy said she was going to the bar.
"Are you planning to start working tonight?" Adeline asked her as they walked through the lobby.
"I haven't got a job yet," Mandy replied. "But I guess that doesn't mean I can't have a little fun. ... Oh, I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't say anything about this to Rob-I'd like to tell him myself, in my own way."
With that she walked away, leaving Adeline standing by the elevators, looking puzzled, worried, and relieved all at the same time.
"Buy you a drink?" someone said as soon as she sat down at the bar.
She turned around, looked at the man, then said, "Sure. Martini."
The man tried to strike up a conversation, but after a few sentences Mandy felt turned off by him. She ignored him until he went to the other end of the bar.
A few minutes later another man approached her. "Well, what's this? A young girl alone at the Desert Palm? How'd you manage that?"
She looked up, immediately pleased by the man's appearance. "I'm not alone," she said.
"Oh, sorry." He started to leave.
"Wait-I mean I didn't come here alone, but I'm by myself now."
"Well, that's a different story," he said, sitting on the bar stool next to her.
He was obviously pretty drunk, but Mandy didn't mind. She only felt like flirting. She'd had enough sex for one night ... seven hours was a long, long time for uninterrupted sucking and fucking.
They talked quietly for a half hour or so, but by then Mandy was really exhausted. She was just about to excuse herself and go back to the suite when Tony appeared.
"Ah," he said, "I see you've met Mr. Franco."
"Yes," she said softly. "I was just about to return to my room."
"At this hour?" Tony said. "No-it's much too early. The night's young."
She looked at his face, trying to understand what he was doing.
"But-"
"Come on, let's all go back to the casino." She looked at him, then toward the man she'd been talking to at the bar. She rose silently and followed them back to the casino, where Tony gave her a look which she knew meant something important but couldn't figure out what it was. Then he winked at Mr. Franco and walked away.
She looked at the man, "Roulette?"
"Sure, just let me get some chips."
He left her standing there alone for a few minutes, then returned with a handful of chips. She glanced at them, disappointed that he'd brought so few because she was hoping to make a significant amount of money.
They headed for the roulette table, his arm slung casually around her shoulder. She looked around. The men who had noticed her earlier with Tony now seemed to be looking at her differently. Their glances had changed from appreciation to desire, and she could read it clearly on their faces. Baffled, she tried to understand, but before she had a chance to delve into it the pitman called for bets and soon she was lost in a frantic fifteen minutes of losing all the chips he'd bought.
When the last was pulled from the wheel she looked at the man. He had said nothing while she was betting. Now he said, "Would you like to come up to my room?"
She looked at him. Now she understood.
"Yes."
"I just can't believe it," Rob said as he pulled off his trousers. "She didn't even say anything."
"Well, maybe she's just in a bad mood," Adeline replied, trying to sound disinterested. "Maybe she had a headache."
"But we'd agreed," he protested. "This afternoon she even told me how much she was looking forward to tonight ... to the three of us being together."
"You know," she said, knowing how carefully she had to handle this, "I like it just as much when it's just the two of us-you and me."
He smiled at her, but the smile was weak.
"I mean, it was great when the three of us were in bed last night in Vermont, but when we were alone this afternoon I liked it even better."
With that she stood up from the bed and in one motion lifted her dress up over her head and off. She'd been wearing no bra, and her full tits came into view. He walked toward her, arms outstretched, thoughts of Mandy suddenly gone now that Adeline stood nude before him, her face clearly showing how horny she was.
She lifted her arms and wrapped them about his shoulders, drawing down his head until their lips met. She opened her mouth to allow his tongue to enter, then sucked it in gently, rubbing her own tongue along it, bathing it with her oral juices.
He pulled her body tightly to him, crushing her breasts against his firm, muscled chest, feeling his cock begin to harden as it pressed between their bellies. He reached down and placed his hands on the cheeks of her ass, squeezing them, pulling them apart and then pushing them together-kneading them as if they were two handfuls of dough.
She began to sway her hips bade and forth, rubbing her creamy twat against his groin, matting his pubic hair with her own secretions. He began to kiss her harder, shoving his tongue far back in her throat, the tip of it touching her tonsils when he stretched it out fully.
Suddenly she drew back her head, breaking the tongue kiss. "You see," she said, laughing, "we can do just fine on our own-without Mandy." She tossed her head, laughed again as her long blond hair swung around and tickled her face.
He growled his answer, a deep, animal-like sound, then pulled her back to him and promptly shoved his tongue back into her mouth. She sucked it in slowly, pulling in her cheeks.
He began to move toward the bed, breaking neither their embrace nor their kiss. Mouths locked heatedly, groins pressed tightly together, they made their way to the bed and fell upon it, Adeline underneath, Rob on top of her.
Finally he pulled away his mouth and propped himself up on his elbows, looking down at her face beneath his. 'You know," he said, "I think you're right. We'll do just fine."
He began to grind his hips against hers, rubbing his hard-on between them, feeling it grow stiffer and stiffer, the head so supersensitive that it tingled against the soft pubic hairs of her cunt. She began to grind back at him, pushing up her cunt, pressing it against his cock.
He looked at her face, saw that her eyes were closed and that she wore a dreamy, half-conscious expression. He suddenly felt very tender toward her. He kissed her eyes and her nose, her chin, her cheeks, her harder, shoving his tongue far back in her throat, her neck, running his tongue all over her throat, sending shivers of delight coursing up and down her spine.
He brought his hands to her breasts and began to squeeze them, but because he was lying directly on top of her he could not manage to get his hands completely around them, nor would the tight space allow them to pull back to pinch and roll her elongated nipples.
"Lie beside me," she whispered. "I want to put my hand on your cock, feel it grow."
He complied wordlessly, rolling off her and allowing his eyes to travel up and down her naked form. Her hips curved gracefully and her breasts took on a rosy hue as her blood became more heated and traveled faster through her veins.
She turned over onto her side, facing him, and looked down at the stiff protrusion from his groin.
"Mmmm," she sighed, sliding down until her head was level with his cock.
She leaned forward and placed her lips on the head, darting her tongue into the little hole at the top. He moaned and thrust his hips upward, trying to ram himself down her throat all at once.
She pulled back, "Slowly," she whispered. "Feed it to me slowly."
Again her mouth descended over his prick. He had to use every bit of strength he could muster to keep himself from pushing into her, reaming her mouth with his cock.
Her lips began to flutter over the head, stimulating it almost beyond endurance ... already his balls were tightening in readiness for ejaculation.
He reached down and placed his hands on either side of her head as he parted his legs as far as possible, exposing the hairy sac of balls that hung between them. He held her head firmly, making his intense desire evident.
But she wanted to tease him first, wanted to hold off till they couldn't stand it any longer ... then she would fuck him like she'd never fucked before, she told herself.
Her tongue began to run around the rim of his cockhead, then up and down along the little line of the underside. She flattened it, moistened it with hot, slimy saliva, then ran it down the thick, hot shaft till she felt the hairs covering his balls. They tickled her tongue.
She opened her mouth wide and sucked his balls into it, puffing out her cheeks to make room for the manly eggs. Her mouth stuffed full, she used her tongue to coat them with her oral juices, loving the sensation of the loose, fleshy bag against the inner side of her cheeks.
Again he began to thrust up with his hips, but this time he used his hands to pull her head from his balls and place it back over his hard-on. She teased him more, allowing only his cockhead to enter her mouth, then, slowly, she sank down upon it, taking its entire length down her throat.
He moaned as his hips began to work faster, driving himself in and out of her mouth, fucking it as if it were a cunt. He pushed it in, reveling in the hot, moist glow of her mouth, then withdrew a bit, feeling her throat muscles contract around the rim of his blood-engorged cockhead.
Her hands came up to cup his balls and she felt the hot wetness of her saliva coating them. The sensation made her cunt quiver as she pictured her mouth stuffed with his balls. But now her mouth was stuffed with cock-hard, horny, fleshy meat that fucked in and out of her oral cavity.
His balls in her hand felt tight and loose at the same time. She squeezed them, felt them jump slightly, and knew he was near coming. Slowly she raised her head, lifting her mouth from his hard-on inch by inch, allowing it to escape her lips very gradually. As the fat head came out of her mouth the entire organ smacked back against his stomach, and he moaned.
"Oh, don't stop," he pleaded. "Put your mouth back."
She giggled playfully. "No, you eat me!" The thought of sucking her clitoris and shoving his tongue inside her fuck hole made his cock throb with anticipation. She slithered down the bed as she moved up to half sit, half recline against the pillows. She drew up her knees and spread them far apart, exposing the creamy pink slit between her thighs. "Eat me," she cooed, darting out her tongue and running it around her sexily pouted lips.
He dove forward, immersing his face in her vagina, rubbing his nose against her hot, hard clit as his tongue traveled down the slit, parting the fleshy cunt lips and poking up and into the tight hole. She sighed and leaned back more, arching her hips, thrusting her pussy into his face so that he could eat out every drop of sex juice.
He moved his face from side to side, allowing his whisker stubbles to friction against the tender skin, giving her pleasure and pain at the same time, making the already fuck-raw flesh even more raw and sensitive.
His tongue tattooed against her hole, drumming out a steady beat. His hands came up and he pushed them beneath her ass, holding the cheeks firmly as his pinky finger began to press against her tight little asshole, wanting to squirm up and in so that the finger could feel his tongue in her hole through the thin, membranous wall that separated her vaginal canal from her anal one.
Her breath began to come more quickly as his finger intruded into her anus and his tongue fucked her cunt, his nose still rubbing back and forth against her throbbing clit. Her own hands moved to her breasts and she began to pull her nipples, tweaking them hard, sending jolts of sweet sex agony throughout her body.
A steady flow of sex juice began to come from her inner cunt, bathing his tongue as he reamed her out Her cunt was hot and tight-tighter than Mandy's, he'd found, and the extra sensation it offered his tongue made him remember the added dimension it offered his cock. He pushed harder, fucking her as deeply as his tongue would allow.
The milky, oily liquid began to pour more steadily, and he lapped up each little gush as it trickled down the slick walls of her inner cunt. He let the hot pre-come liquid slide down his throat, loving its taste, wanting to turn her on so much that she'd pour out buckets of the fuck juice.
She began to squirm around on the bed, impaling her ass on the tiny digit working its way along her anal channel, grinding her pussy into his face, little sighs and moans coming frequently between deep, panting breaths. She felt an orgasm beginning to build deep within the fleshy recesses of her twat, and she pushed her hips up as hard as she could, mashing her hot, throbbing box against his face.
His tongue worked faster and faster, trying to bring her off, his ears thirsty for the sound of her orgasmic cry. His finger in her asshole began to fuck in and out with a steady, hard rhythm, and his nose pressed more firmly against her clit.
The heat began to travel throughout her lower belly, then pushed rapidly down to the uppermost part of her cunt. It gathered there, then trembled and quivered its way down along the walls of her snatch to explode furiously at her fuck hole, making her entire body tremble with its force.
He greedily drank it down, swallowing gush after gush of hot come juice. He kept his finger firmly embedded up her ass, wiggling it around as she quivered and pulsated around his mouth. His nose stayed fixed to her clitoris, feeling every shiver of delight that twitched through the hard little nub.
Finally her hips came to rest against the mattress and he withdrew his finger from her asshole and lifted his mouth from her cunt. He looked up at her, smiling, her pussy juice smeared all over his nose and cheeks and chin, glistening dully in the dim light.
"I want to make you come like that all night," he whispered.
She sighed softly and stretched out her arms, welcoming him as he slid back up the bed and entered her embrace, his tiny male nipples pressed against her large, blood-engorged ones.
Jesus Christ, she thought, looking at the man as they rode together in the elevator. Neither had said anything since his request that she return with him to his room, and now she felt a giddy, nervous excitement.
So tonight was to be her first night of work, she thought, looking forward to it and feeling afraid at the same time. There was something about him which appealed to her greatly, made her more than usually aware of her cunt.
She knew she was supposed to say something to him, offer him compliments, jokes-something. But her mind drew a blank. She hoped he would start a conversation soon because the silence was almost agonizing.
There were two other people in the elevator, aside from the man who ran it, and she supposed it would be less awkward when they were alone. At least she hoped so. She quickly thought back over all the men she'd ever been with, trying to find some past experience with which to equate this one; there was none that was in any way similar.
She'd always felt, she realized now, that prostitutes were supposed to act a certain way, say certain things. All she could think of, though, was to say something dirty, and she instinctively felt this would be wrong. He was not just some John off the street, nor was he some one-night barroom pickup. He was an obviously well-to-do man with taste and refinement.
She looked up at him slyly, without him seeing, and she tried to imagine what he would be like in bed, what he would want her to do, but as she tried to get the specifics the elevator doors whooshed open and they stepped out. He hooked his arm through hers and they walked down the corridor together.
"Well, you're sure quiet," he commented, feeling somewhat uncomfortable himself because of her shyness.
She tried to think of a reply. All that came was: "Yes, I guess I am."
"Have a hard night?" he asked as they rounded a corner and stopped before the door to his room.
"No, not really. ... I was tired before, but I'm wide awake now."
He looked at her skeptically, wondering what was with this chick, then disengaged his arm from hers and inserted a key into the lock, turned it, and opened the door, reaching inside to switch on the light before entering the room.
Inside, he offered her a chair, then excused himself and went into the bathroom. She looked around the room, noticing that it was not a suite but just a large bedroom. She silently cursed Tony for not giving her more preparation, for not telling her how to act, what to say. She didn't know the etiquette such situations called for. It was not the same as going to bed with a man just because you wanted to, she thought. Not that she didn't want to-she found the man attractive and desirable, and probably would have returned to his room with him even if it had not been on a pay-for-play basis.
But that did not change the situation. She would have to play it by ear. She instinctively felt that the best thing would be to try hard to just be herself, not to put on any act.
That decided, but still feeling nervous, he reappeared from the bathroom. He was wearing a pair of satin jockey shorts-nothing else. Her eyes traveled from his face to his crotch, down to his feet, then back to the bulge in his underpants and finally back to his face. She smiled seductively at him, rising.
He stood where he was, waiting, the bulge growing noticeably larger as as she approached him. When she stood before him he leaned down to kiss her, and she parted her lips readily, allowing his tongue to push into her mouth as his hands came up to cup her breasts. She kissed him warmly, responsively, then pulled away.
"My turn," she whispered, nodding her head toward the bathroom. "I'll just be a minute," She let one hand brush gently across his hard-on as she sidestepped past him and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
Once inside the bathroom, she sank down on the closed lid of the toilet seat and let out a sigh. So far so good, she thought. Then she stood up and removed her dress, turned on the faucet of the sink, allowed the sink to fill up, then stepped up on the toilet and sat down on the rim of the seat, her feet firmly planted on the toilet seat lid.
She really wanted to take a bath, but knew that time would not allow that; besides, she thought, it might give him the impression that she'd just been with another man-which she had, she reminded herself, thinking of Tony-and it might turn him off. She slid over and lowered her bottom into the sink, splashing warm water against her cunt. Then, using her finger, she parted the tender cuntlips and splashed water along the slit. She held her hole open and allowed the water to rush in, then contracted her vaginal muscles and pushed the water out, and repeated the process three more times. It was a poor douche, she thought, but better than nothing. It would clean out the remains of Tony's come and leave her smelling clean and fresh.
She lifted herself out of the sink and stood on the floor, then leaned over the water and splashed it against her breasts, rubbing the nipples to erase any traces of his saliva. Finished with that, she rinsed out her mouth, took a look at herself in the mirror, patted her hair, and went back out to him.
He was lying on the bed, cock in his hand, pumping slowly, his eyes closed. She closed the bathroom door noisily to alert him to her presence, then crossed the room and sat down beside him on the bed. Suddenly all her feelings of hesitancy vanished and she felt comfortable, relaxed, and horny. The sight of his cock made her cunt begin to ooze.
"Do you want the light off or on?" he asked, reaching up to fondle her naked breasts.
"Doesn't matter to me," she replied, allowing herself to be pulled down to a reclining position.
"Your body is lovely," he commented as his hands roamed over it, sending shivers of delight up and down her spine and making her skin all covered with goose bumps.
She smiled at him, then reached for his cock. It was sticking out through the fly opening in his shorts, and she placed her fisted hand around the thick, meaty shaft and ran her thumb over the fat, knob-like head. It was a good-looking cock, she thought, looking at it sticking up through her hand. The top was hard and shiny, a faintish purple hue beginning to color it as she began to squeeze, and the shaft was firm and wide-the way she liked it.
For a moment she felt confused-should she take the initiative and do whatever she wanted? Or should she wait for his request? Or 'Tut your mouth on it for a minute," he said, squeezing her breast as he spoke, "but just for a minute."
She did as he'd asked, lowering herself till her head was right over his hard-on, then placed her lips around the top of it and pushed down, opening her throat muscles to accept every inch of him. She had to puff out her cheeks to get all of it in, and it felt smooth and sensual as it glided through her mouth and down her throat.
"That's enough," he said softly, placing his hands on either side of her head and pulling her up. "I don't like to do that too much," he explained as she moved back up on the bed. "I'd much rather shoot in here." He reached over and placed his hand against her hair-covered mound.
She smiled in response. "Do you want me to sit on it?"
"Later," he said, "there's plenty of time. ... I like to take things slowly, if that's all right with you."
She was aware of a coolness in his tone, an air of impersonality, and for a moment she felt hurt, then realized that that was the way it was supposed to be. Accepting that, she relaxed again, wondering what he would want her to do and looking forward to it. It was such a new experience for her, and the aspect that most turned her on was that she could have completely uncensored, uninhibited sex with him without fear of jeopardizing a relationship. After all, she was being paid now-paid to perform a sexual service, not to try for a commitment.
"Just play with me for a while," he said. "Softly-just run your hand up and down my cock."
"Ooohhhh," Adeline moaned, thrusting her entire body upward, mashing her hips against Rob's, feeling his hard-on buried deep within her cunt. They had been fucking for almost an hour, both holding off their orgasms, wanting more, and more, and more.
Each time one would feel on the verge of coming the other would slow down the pace, adjusting it to a smoother, less heated rhythm. He slid in and out of her sopping hole, feeling like he was pushing in and out of a hot cold-cream-filled glove that had been made specially for his cock. The evening, at this point seemed timeless-a long, continuing session of fucking and sucking and eating and feeling, each activity leading to another and another and back again.
Adeline felt euphoric. The cock embedded in her twat was thick and long, eager to give her pleasure. She felt full nearly to the point of bursting. The hot liquid oozing out of her hole, collecting around the base of his cock, made squishy, slurpy sounds as he rammed himself in again and again, his hips working like a pile driver, screwing her senseless. She gave herself up totally, holding nothing back, feeling a wild abandon in the heady lust. She was conscious of nothing but the big cock inside her.
He panted as he worked her over, exerting himself more than he could remember having done in a long, long time. He too was caught up in the sexuality, his body actually seeming to become part of the fuck rhythm, but he had flashes of lucidity in which he felt as if he were stepping outside his body and looking at the scene ... what he saw made him even hornier. He closed his eyes, sinking into the hot, welcoming pussy beneath him, envisioning the two of them. He could see his ass sticking high in the air as he pulled his cock almost out of her cunt; then he could see it plunge downward as he entered her again, pushing himself past her tender cunt lips and into the hot, raw hole. The mental images combined with the wet, sloshing sound of her juices and the musky, heady odor that permeated the room.
The sheets beneath her were damp from sweat and the air-conditioning made them feel cool against her heated skin. Her body was covered with a thin film of perspiration, and every few minutes she could feel a trickle of the liquid run from the crease beneath her breast down her side and to the sheet, where it was absorbed. Her body felt totally tuned in to his, responding to even the slightest movement, her hips following his faultlessly.
The sex with Rob was different this time from the previous times they'd been together. Of course, he didn't know it yet, but Adeline felt confident that he and she would soon be close lovers, that she would replace Mandy in his fife, maybe even surpass Mandy's importance to him. She understood now, without trying, without giving the matter any thought, that Rob needed a much younger woman, that it gave him youth and a sense of worth. She didn't delude herself into believing that she loved him, but then, it wasn't necessary. She had a genuine, warm feeling for him, coupled, of course, with her desire for his cock.
They fucked on and on, the rhythm slowing and speeding up, then slowing again, until neither could hold off much longer.
"Rob," she whispered between rapid breaths. "Rob!"
He knew without any other words. The semen churning in his balls began to make its way up through the shaft of his cock. His cockhead was supersensitive, almost raw from all the activity, and he could feel the heat building deep with her vaginal channel.
They worked hard, purposefully, driving toward orgasm, each no longer able to contain the hot, quivering flesh that cried for release.
He grunted with the exertion, pushing himself hard and harder, skewering her snatch with his spear. She gasped as the climax formed and began to make her insides tremble.
His cock could feel the walls of her inner cunt squeeze tightly around it, quivering and throbbing as their sweat-damp bodies worked in unison to give each other release, their sex-wet crotches joined together so tightly that nothing short of orgasm could separate them.
Suddenly the semen began to rush through his prick. It exploded with incredible force, splashing into her, bathing her cervix as she spasmed around him, quivering and throbbing uncontrollably as she climaxed. It was one long, continuous orgasm, exploding again and again and making her clitoris jump within its hooded shield, making her cunt walls weak and loose as more and more of her pussy juice poured down, mingling with his shooting come.
His white cream felt incredibly hot, as if it had been heated over a flame. It came jetting out, wad after wad, till it seemed that his balls would need at least a week to manufacture more of the sex liquid.
But each time he thought he had spurted out the last, another gob would come shooting out, and each time it did. she climaxed again.
Finally after what seemed like an hour of orgasming, their hips came to rest. He allowed his full weight to rest against her as he opened his eyes and looked down into hers. They were tightly shut, her face screwed up in a smile-grimace, and tears were seeping out from beneath her closed lids.
"What's wrong?" he whispered.
She opened her mouth to answer him but could not find her voice. Smiling helplessly, she shook her head from side to side, trying to indicate that there was nothing wrong.
"Why are you crying?" he asked, concerned. He thought maybe he had hurt her, fucked her too hard, for too long.
"Nothing," she managed to say. "Nothing's the matter."
"Then why are you crying?"
"Because it feels so beautiful," she said, then closed her eyes again and contracted her vaginal muscles, squeezing his softening cock still embedded within her cunt.
As she squeezed it, one last pearly drop of semen oozed out from the little hole atop his cockhead. He wanted to stay inside her, wanted to leave his tired, limp prick in her twat, but it was so incredibly hot in there, and his cock began to hurt a bit from all the exercise it had just had. He lifted his hips slowly, pulling himself from her. Then he raised his body, prop ping himself up on his elbows, and rolled off her, settling beside her on his back.
She turned her head and looked at him, silently puckered her lips and blew a kiss toward him. Her cunt was still tingling with the last of her climax, and it felt deliciously warm and wet. Her legs were weak, and she knew that they would not support her if she tried to stand, She allowed her eyes to travel the length of his body, then zero in on his cock. It was soft and fat, lying peacefully against his drained balls, her cunt juice still wet, glistening. Little flakes of dried semen and pussy cream were scattered like dandruff throughout his pubic hair and stuck to the loose skin around the base of his cock. She reached down and put her hand over the organ, feeling the heat emanating from it, feeling the stickiness of their mingled juices.
"God, I'm so tired," he said, feeling comforted by her hand on his prick. "I haven't had a workout that intense in a long time."
"Me either," she said, "But I feel strange-I'm totally exhausted but I feel charged with energy. I know I couldn't get up even if I wanted to, yet my body feels like it could run a mile and jump ten feet in the air."
He smiled understandingly, remembering a time in his youth-a time when he had felt like that. Then the smile faded. He looked carefully at her face, comparing the smooth, taut skin to his own, reluctantly making the comparison, trying not to see his age but unable to avoid it
"I-" he began.
"Shush," she said, placing her index finger against his lips. "But I-"
"Ssshhhh," she whispered.
He looked at her face, trying to understand. Within seconds she was sound asleep, her breath coming evenly, lightly, her skin glowing softly in the dim light.
He rolled over on his side, his back toward her, and tried to understand what seemed like a major upset in his life. Mandy, he knew, had made some definitive move away from him, but he did not know the specifics of it, did not know why or how. Somehow, he had lost her. He knew this beyond any doubt, but still it did not make sense to him. He felt a sense of regret, a sadness, but also a newfound joy with Adeline. The widely different feelings were incompatible, and he could not settle it.
On one hand he felt anger toward Mandy. He bad given her so much, he felt. Of course he had given her money and bought her clothes and gifts, and there had been all those weekends-but he had given her something else-himself, and now he could not fathom her rejection. He remembered clearly her talk of boredom at school, of wanting a different, more free kind of fife-hadn't he offered her that? Hadn't he given her freedom and love, relief from boredom and isolation in a small New England town?
Yet now she wanted more, but he couldn't understand what it was that she wanted more of. There was also another dimension to the problem: he thought of Adeline, comparing the two women. But they were so different from each other that no comparison was possible ... it was like trying to compare night and day. About all that could be said was that they were opposites.
He knew that Mandy was with a man now. He wondered if it was Tony. He thought back to the hour they'd spent earlier during the evening, when they'd left the girls in the nightclub and gone to Tony's office. He'd wanted so badly to ask Tony, but had felt that it would be unwise. He did not want to show any weakness whatsoever; did not want to reveal to a business associate the depth of his feelings toward the young coed. But he could not help but think they'd spent the evening together, and now, in the early morning hours, he could not help thinking they were still together.
He wondered why he viewed it as a betrayal. He was more than aware of the fact that all during their relationship he'd stressed the necessity of holding onto their freedom, of making no promises. Logically, he realized, he should feel no anger, no pain. But he was feeling the way he imagined he would feel if his wife were cheating on him. He was grateful to have Adeline, for she seemed in this moment to be a healing, soothing salve to his emotional wounds.
If only she didn't look so young, he thought, knowing that her youthful appearance only reminded him of his own maturity. Mandy at least looked older, but there was no way of mistaking Adeline for anything other than what she was-a very pretty young college girl eager for life and experience, but vulnerable, soft.
Mandy, on the other hand, was firm, determined, more than able to take care of herself.
Thoughts and visions swam through his mind, sometimes bringing a new clarity, sometimes clouding over everything, engulfing him in a maze of confusion and bewilderment. They would be going back to Vermont in less than twelve hours. It would all be over then, and soon it would be no more than a memory, yet that knowledge did not ease his discomfort with the situation.
He looked at he clock. Four-thirty. Adeline was sound asleep. Mandy was-? And he was lying on a bed in a hotel suite in Las Vegas, trying desperately to piece together what suddenly seemed like shattered bits of his life. He began to grow restless, all traces of his tiredness vanishing to be replaced by a nervous tension.
He got up and began to pace around the room, then went to the living room and paced there, his eyes drifting to the clock more often than he would have liked.
"Now sit down slowly," he said. "Just lower your cunt over it."
She did as he asked, using her hand to guide the hot, thick cockhead between her pussy lips and up into the hole. Then she began to sink down, inch after inch of prick disappearing up into her twat. Finally she sat completely, feeling his erection far up in her cunt.
She smiled at him as his hands came up to caress and fondle her full, heavy tits. His hands were large and immaculate, and she liked the feel of them on her breasts.
He lifted his head from the pillow, looking between her parted thighs as she lifted herself up and down, fucking him, impaling herself on his cock, then lifting up till only the head of it remained with her, then sliding back down the flesh pole, feeling it nudge her womb. He watched intently as his cock appeared and disappeared between her legs, his hard-on throbbing.
"Now turn around," he said softly.
She pivoted on his lap, then sat back firmly, looking down his legs to his feet, then back up again. It was almost a comical sight-his balls beneath her cunt as if they were her own, growing there. She began to run her fingertips over the hairy sac as she rocked back and forth on his cock, fucking and being fucked.
He did not move at all. He just lay there, allowing her to ride him, loving her hot, tight box around his prick. This was a very young one, he realized, and that fact turned him on even more. He'd been with many of the Desert Palm girls, and all were real pros, but this one-there was something about her ... a naivete coupled with a sense of sophistication, of worldliness.
She began to ride faster and faster, her hands working over his balls in rhythm to the thrusts of her hips. She knew that he was ready now, that he wanted her to really get down to it. She could feel her own climax beginning to stir deep within the recesses of her vagina, and she wanted to bring it out, wanted to quiver and throb once again around a big, thick cock.
He said nothing more, offered her no more suggestions nor commands, content to lie back and let her do the work. She fucked hard and fast, purposefully, the languidness of moments ago lost now in a hot, swirling pool of sexuality and need. Her hips rocked back and forth and from side to side. Her ass squirmed around, tickled by his pubic hairs. She was straddling him, her back to his face, and she felt a sort of relief that he could not see her face. If he could have, it seemed to her, it would have made the whole thing so much more personal.
"Mmmm," he growled, feeling the hot, thick come cream gathering in his testicles. His breathing grew uneven, and soon he was panting and huffing. As she heard his sounds she wondered why he was doing that-she was doing all the work, she was exerting all the effort; she was fucking him, not the other way around.
But her own need, coupled with his need and her desire to satisfy her very first client, made her work even harder, bringing them quickly to the brink ... then over. He came and came and came, leaving her wondering when his last drop would be spilled. Her own orgasm had been intense and short, but she continued to rock her hips and fuck him as he shot out the semen.
Finally she felt his cock begin to soften, and knew that his climax had been spent. Slowly she climbed off him and turned around, looking into his eyes.
"You're new here," he said, his tone perfectly regular, as if they had not been fucking for the past hour. I've been to this hotel dozens of times, but I've never seen you before."
She was puzzled. She liked the impersonality of it, but had not expected him to be quite so casual, as if she were someone with whom he'd just shared no more than a cup of coffee. "Yes, I just started-" She closed her mouth abruptly, feeling that she should not draw attention to the fact that he was her first professional fuck. She felt that it might somehow make him feel badly, as if he were no more than a guinea pig.
"I just started here a few weeks ago," she went on, hoping he did not place any significance on the pause. "I had been down the strip, at the Sand Castle," she lied, hoping he would not challenge it or ask questions.
"Do you like it better here?" he asked, bringing up his arms and crossing them over his chest, seeming quite comfortable and eager to make conversation.
'Yes, I really do," she replied, lying beside him, her head propped up on the pillow. "The clientele here is so much nicer, and the demands are not so great." Now what the fuck did I mean by that? she asked herself, then, without bothering to answer, she went on. T really enjoy my work, and I enjoy it much more now that I'm with the Desert Palm."
"Well, I have to say one thing for Tony-he sure can pick 'em."
She smiled coyly.
"Ah, tell me ... do you, ah, ever like, ah, variations?"
"Variations?" she echoed, trying to understand what he meant. It took her only a second.
"Like I said, Mr. Franco, I enjoy my work. If the person or persons involved are attractive, I place no limits on activity. ... Of course, I stay away from any kind of violence or perversion ... but then, what some people consider perversion is considered regular sexual activity by others."
"So you'd say you generally are willing to satisfy your clients' needs?"
"As long as neither the client nor his need is repulsive to me."
He turned on his side, facing her, head resting on his hand. "What do you consider repulsive?" he asked.
She wondered what he was getting into. Was he trying to find out if she'd want to have more sex? Was he just trying to learn her likes and dislikes? Was he trying to prepare her for something? She could answer none of the questions assaulting her mind.
"Repulsive...." she said. "Well, I guess I consider any land of brutality repulsive. And anything that would normally be done in the privacy of a bathroom."
"Where did you work before the Sand Castle?" he interjected suddenly.
She thought quickly. She wanted to give the impression that she'd been around, but not too much. "Before that I was in college."
"Where?"
"Vermont. A girls' school."
"Must have been some pretty wild stuff going on there," he commented, having visions of dormitories full of hornv, naked young women sucking and fucking each other.
"No, it was really not the way you imagine it," she said, her voice growing softer. "It was very dull and boring, and the social life was virtually nonexistent." As she spoke she realized that Vermont and Rob and Adeline and school were behind her, and she felt almost as though she had been away from it for years. It seemed like a long time ago that she had sat on the bed in her dorm room, waiting for Rob's call.
They talked on for another half hour or so, discussing sexual attitudes, desires, feelings. She was surprised by the closeness she felt with him, but relieved that it was a safe closeness, without any attachment She thought she'd done well, that he was pleased. She knew he had no idea that he was her first John ever, and she felt proud for carrying it off so well. ... She knew Tony would be pleased.
Finally, at almost five o'clock, he said he wanted to sleep. She rose and dressed quickly, then returned to the bed, bent down, and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. She hadn't particularly felt like doing it but knew he would like it. "Good night," she said softly, hoping fervently that he would get up and walk with her to the door and give her a tip.
He did. She stood at the door, feeling a little uncomfortable as he fished through his pants pockets and pulled out a bill. He came to the door, pressed it into her hand, kissed her on the mouth, and said, "I come here about once a month. I hope I'll see you again."
She smiled her sexiest smile. "Yes, I hope so too."
With that she left the room, and not until she reached the elevator did she unfold the bill.
It was a hundred. Nice, she thought. Very nice. Suddenly her mind plunged into money-what was her salary? How many tips like this could she expect each week? Each night? How much would her bonuses come to?
She reached out absent-mindedly to push the elevator button, then stood back, her mind working quickly. She saw dollar signs before her eyes, envisioned all the clothes she would buy, all the money she would put away for the day when she stopped turning tricks and could settle down, buy a house ... live as an independently wealthy woman. And she thought of all the experiences she would have, all the men she would meet, all the cocks that would stuff themselves inside her cunt and ass and mouth.
Suddenly the elevator doors slid open. She stepped in. The attendant looked at her. "What floor, miss?"
"Oh-" She thought for a moment. She didn't want to go to Rob's suite, nor did she want to knock on Tony's door. 'The lobby," she said, wondering what she'd do down there, hoping the bar would still be open.
When the elevator reached the lobby she stepped out and looked around, seeing only a few people here and there. Around the cashier's cage outside the casino were a group of young and very sexy-looking women. ... She headed for them.
They looked at her as she approached. She introduced herself, told them that she'd just begun working, and within a very few minutes had made quite a few friends among the other Desert Palm girls.