Chapter 7
"Hey," Don called out to me as I passed. He was standing in the shadows of the hotel's service entrance.
"Hi," I yelled back at him. "Where's it at."
"Right here," he said.
I laughed uproariously. I suddenly remembered the bar I had been sitting in and began to try to count the glasses of scotch I had drunk. Somewhere in my hazy mind I realized I was drunk. That, too, seemed funny. I laughed all the more.
"Must be a good night." Don was one of those people who are always willing to join in on your mood, he was grinning from ear to ear.
"I like you, Don," I slurred, leaning against the building. "You look a little funny, but Powell Street wouldn't be the same without you."
He grinned sheepishly at me, then he slobbered deliberately. "Ahhhhhh...." he stuttered.
This was his way of prefacing any communication he had for you, any message, which he often had, for he was our clearing house, our street corner post office box.
"I saw a friend of yours a little earlier," he said evasively.
This, too, was Don's way. He was so used to passing on illegal information, so used to pointing one friend with money to another with dope for sale, or pointing a prospective client out to a hustler who he knew, that he had become evasive by nature. It was kind of a joke that Don would look both ways up the street before he said, "hello."
"I told him that I would let you know," he said.
I knew he knew more and that he was waiting for me to worm it out of him. Probably I didn't even want to see whoever it was that had described himself as a friend. It was probably some hustler or pimp on the street who mentioned me. Don was accustomed to augment the importance of his contacts, sometimes they were nothing.
"He said he wanted to see you real bad," Don said.
"Okay. Okay, you've got me wondering. Who was it?"
Don's face fell with disappointment I had stopped the game too soon. He floundered for a moment trying to think of a way of reviving it could not and said in a flat voice, "He said his name was Charlie."
"Charlie," I looked at him wondering if he had made a mistake. "Charlie?"
"He said he was an old friend." Don pleaded the importance of his information.
I looked at him for a dumb moment as though the truth were to be found some place in his unhealthy face. Suddenly I realized. "Charlie," I yelled.
"Charlie," I repeated incredulously. "You don't mean a tall, funny-looking guy?" I shouted, knowing that he did indeed.
Don beamed, delighted at my excitement and nodded his head. "Yeah, that's the one."
"God damn," I yelled. "God damn."
It did not take me long to find out where Charlie was and find him. He had taken a room in one of the hotels along Powell Street. One of the ones full of prostitutes and street people who the tourist never even saw.
I pounded on his door in drunken happiness. He opened it, knowing who it was and just as drunk.
I do not know how long we shouted at each other in the hall, shaking hands and yelling "how are you, you old son of a bitch" and so forth, until at last we calmed down and I asked him what had brought him out of the woods of Idaho.
"What do you think," he answered, grinning broadly. He lifted his hand and showed it to me as though it were an object of some curious importance. "I am sick and tired of this," he said, looking at it. "I just had to come to town."
"Charlie, you old bastard," I yelled at him, '"I've been a week myself." Suddenly the story of Janice came back to me. My insides shook with laughter, tears came to my eyes. I had been terrified for a week, holed up for seven or eight days because I was scared to death of being arrested for rape and now it seemed screamingly funny. I kept laughing until Charlie joined in, not knowing what was so funny and we howled until our bellies were sore.
When we had finished we sat, exhausted from laughing, looking at each other. A big grin spread across his face again. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a mass of crumpled money, tossing it into the middle of the floor between us.
"That," he announced, "is going to buy us a couple of women." He lay his head back on the bed behind him. "Which," he cried, "I need desperately."
I laughed again, but the fact was I felt somewhat sobered. I looked at the money. There was a collection of fives and tens, and twenties. There was well over two hundred dollars.
He looked at me suddenly quite seriously. "You know," he said quietly, "I have been had so many times. I mean bought," he said disgustedly. "That I decided I was going to buy me some this time. Baby, am I going to turn the tables. If you know what I mean."
He looked at me, questioningly. He was still drunk but somehow quite serious all of a sudden. "Are you still doing the gig," he asked.
"Not really." I felt very uncomfortable. "I mean, I've got a chick I live with." I lied because I knew he wanted to hear me say I had left the street. The lie cost me though because it brought Mar back to me. Mar and the hideous charade with the virgin, Janice. Suddenly I felt very down.
"Hey, Charlie," I heard myself say, ""I've had kind of a tough time lately." I shook my head to shake off the confusion which had suddenly come over me. "Let's go find some whores and do it, huh? God I need it. Really. A whole god damn week." I pulled myself upright and realized I was no longer drunk. I also realized that I was horny as hell.
A deep grin split Charlie's features. "You know a cat house?" He rolled his eyes up and opened his hands expostulating to heaven. "I have never been to a cat house and I mean to go."
We laughed again.
The place I knew about was on the hill in a tidy little place which looked like an apartment building. I had never been inside but I knew where it was.
"Is this it," Charlie asked as I stepped up to ring the bell.
"This is it," I said. After a short time an old man came to open the door.
"Yes," he said pleasantly, as though we were at the wrong door, "What can I do for you?"
I could not help grinning. "Is Kitty in?" I said.
"Please come in," the old man said and opened the door.
He showed us into a small office off the main entrance. It looked like the reception room to a dentist's office. In the middle of the room was a large desk with a young girl sitting behind it.
"Yes, gentlemen?" she said professionally.
"Wow," Charlie grinned. "This is out of sight."
The girl smiled politely and waited for us to state our business.
"We want to fuck some broads," Charlie announced clearly.
The girl looked at him coldly for a moment.
"I'm sorry," she announced, "this is a private club...."
"Hey, wait," I stopped her. "I'm sorry, it's cool, he's just a little drunk." I smiled at her warmly, trying to reestablish some kind of rapport. "Come on," I finished lamely, "how much?"
She looked at me for a long moment, making a serious decision.
"He's all right," I pleaded.
"Twenty-five dollars each," she said.
Charlie was digging in his pocket.
"Right through that door, gentlemen," she purred sweetly.
An older woman took us over on the other side of the door. "What did you gentlemen have in mind?" she asked.
"Can we look?" I asked, feeling the tingling in my limbs.
"Certainly," she smiled. "I thought perhaps you had a certain girl in mind. This way." She led us up a long hall with closely spaced doors on either side. A man came out of one of those doors as we passed. He looked sheepish and spent as he walked up the hall trying to get out as quickly as possible.
The older woman held aside heavy velvet curtains as we passed through the doorway. The room was large, with no window. It was lit exclusively with low voltage floor lamps, its surfaces were covered with rich fabrics, velvets and velour exclusively. Under each lamp was a young woman.
We stopped dead in our tracks. There must have been ten or more girls in the room. All of them beautiful.
"Wooooooooooooofff." I heard Charlie say. "Oh, boy."
Charlie pealed off toward the left. I headed for the nearest girl to the right. She had on a very sheer negligee and under it, nothing. She looked up at me, smiling, hoping I would choose her. I looked down at her, and grinned, admiring her full, rich body and then passed on to the next.
I ran into Charlie midway around the room and hardly knew it. Out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw him grab a girl by the arm and leave the room with her.
I selected for myself a small Oriental girl for the simple reason that I had not had one before and I was heady with the chance to choose from among such a welter of beauty.
She led me to a room off the long hall, as I had suspected she would, closing the door behind us. She turned to smile at me.
Through her smile she said, "You want to make love now?" She said it in a matter-of-fact way.
I nodded. She reached down to strip her dress off over her head.
She slowly pulled the dress up her thighs, deliberately teasing. My cock was already beginning to jump. Suddenly she laughed and pulled the dress off over her head, turning her back to me as she did so.
I walked over behind her and put my hands on her breasts, the nipples were erect. She pushed them hard into my hands.
Her wealth of black hair was done up with a single band, loosely on her head. I would take that down as soon as I decided, but for now I kissed the dark neck and moved my hands round and round on her breasts, making the soft yet beautifully firm flesh move and give. I felt her nipples harden under my palms. She really liked it, this one.
"You like me?" I said into her neck.
"Yeah, I like. I like you, no?"
"Yeah, and you're going to like me even more." I turned her around in my arms, catching a glimpse of her erect nipples as I did. They were brown and stood out toward me. Her arms went around my back and she pulled herself to me. I explored her back with my hands, downward I let them slide together and in, on her waist, and out again over her hips.
"Hey."
"You like Koko."
"I like Koko," I said, taking her ripe ass into my hand and pulling her against me so that she would feel my stiff flesh under my pants.
"Why do you not take off your pants, Koko like suck, you like suck?" It was like a glass of water to a man dying of thirst.
"Baby, baby, I like suck. Suck, baby, suck."
Her body slithered down mine and when she was on her knees in front of me she undid my belt with deft fingers and pushed my pants down over my butt. My cock stood out under my shorts, trying to get all the way up but still confined. She nuzzled it under its last covering and, putting her hands under the elastic, began to pull them down. It was not easy with the prick hanging it up but she was having fun. I couldn't help looking down at her face as she slowly slid my shorts down my stiff prick. She studied each inch as she exposed it. She put her tongue on each pulsing vessel and finally, when she was stretching elastic and holding my cock just by the head, she opened her mouth and, getting into position, made my male head pop into her mouth. Her lips quickly exposed it to her tongue. Her face moved, her eyes closed and her mouth undulated on my prick. She loved it. She wasn't doing this for me, she really loved it So did I.
Her hands massaged my ass as her mouth worked on me like I don't ever remember being worked on before, yet she didn't seem to be trying to make me come. She was light, her mouth seemed to roll around on my prick. Like it was real, yet it wasn't real. I wanted to get to her like she was getting to me, but I couldn't move. I stood and swayed back and forth while this beautiful broad with the gorgeous tits and black hair just rolled and slid on my prick with her wonderful, soft mouth. It was like standing in the middle of that small room, I was just one great big cock and this wonderful thing was happening to me.
Suddenly I felt myself being pulled out of her mouth. I was in a fog. I felt my cock, which seemed to have taken over, slide down her body, leaving a wet trail of her saliva and my lubrication down -the front of her. I realized then that my knees had given out and it was I and not her who had ended the delicious sucking.
My cock knew what it wanted, it wanted to finish in its own known home, deep in the well of feminine flesh. I could feel it search to find first the hair of the mound that guards those delicious lips and this was found.
I don't know what this girl did as I surrendered control of myself to my occasional master, but I think she surrendered as well. For that seminal mound came up to meet my searcher; here he skipped, and then again went down to where he knew the flesh would give way and admission, up the dark passage would be secured. He was strong and hard as he found his own way. Then suddenly, through the dark hairs that entangled him with each move, he felt the flesh give way. He had found the very top corner of those lips that were made to part for him, he pushed, slightly, so as not to be diverted. He pushed downward because that was the path of the weakness of that flesh, that was the line of clear assault and he knew his way. Silently the victor buried his head in the juicy flesh and gladly did his victim push the flesh over him, covering the head. All is wet down there, swallowing in wholehearted delight the long shaft which followed the exploring head as it cut deeper and deeper into the miracles of the resisting yet accepting, the tight yet marvelously pliant, female flesh.
Koko gasped as I hit the top of her and for a moment recalled me to my upper head. I put my mouth on hers and, because I could not stop, my cock drove still further into her flesh, still deeper in what seemed virgin territory and her legs parted still more and she thrust herself wholly down, securing for my master what he could not do without. To be fully sheathed, to have his full length feel at one moment the luxury of female flesh and to have his base firmly planted, at once kissing, securing and sealing his union and his entrance.
Koko strained in my arms, and pushed toward me with all her strength. My master member had met a good match.
My cock had found in this beautiful whore yet a virgin crevice and had filled it. Had lodged itself, filling this woman as fully as she was capable of being filled; and in this virgin crevice, as if he had expected its existence and sought only to find it, he opened his tiny mouth and calling upon the resources of his entire length, gushed and filled it with the white cloud of semen that was his intended gift.
My body shuddered and convulsed and she drove still harder onto me as she felt the sperm pour into her. I was trying to hold off for her to come because of what she had been doing for me with her mouth, but I vowed then and there to give as good as I got
Gradually my body returned to normal, though I hadn't the strength to withdraw my machine even if I had wanted to, it still lay hard and full inside her. She still pushed down upon it lightly experiencing the delicious new pain that I had found high up inside her.
"Did I hurt you?"
"No, no. Please, you no hurt. I love it."
"Why did you cry out then," I asked her. "Oh, I never had such a big one, so deep, I love h."
She was quiet for a moment then she said, "What should I call you."
"Paul."
"Paul," she said, giving it a strange pronunciation.
If she hadn't done such a good job on me, I'd have come back on right then. She deserved it, but I felt my peter lose its firmness so I pulled it out. She took it into her hand and began to clean it with her tongue. Every inch of it was cleaned and my balls; nothing was left on me of our combined lust juices.
Just like a good whore, I thought. Just like a god damn good whore. Then I put the thought out of my mind and concentrated on what was being done for me.
By the time she was through I had a hard-on again, hot and heavy. I pulled her to her feet.
I'm going to give it to you again," I told her flatly.
"Only once to a customer," she said, her eyes widening. "Shut up."
There was a wide sideboard table at the foot of the bed. I pushed her toward that. She did not resist Somehow she was willing to break the house rules.
"Tell them I was hard to bring off," I told her, pushing her slowly back over the table.
I lifted her legs in my hands and spread them wide and began cramming my cock into her.
She lay there on the table just at the right height so I could stand up straight and aim directly at her juicy cunt. She was still wet because of the big load I'd already left there and my stiff prick slid in about two thirds of the way without too much trouble. I looked down at the progress I had made. She had lifted her legs up so her knees were by her breasts, trying to give me a good open avenue.
The lips of her honey pot were extended and stretched around my rod. I knew that from here I would have to push and that I would go in even deeper than I had before because of the way she was lying. I looked up at her face, she was ready, her mouth was open and her breath was coming fast. Her eyes were shut.
Using my fingers I pulled the lips of her cunt open a little further. I could see my cock disappearing into the deep, pinkish membranes and tissues of her female passage. Holding her thus, I began to push deeper into her body. I saw the stiff prick slowly cut down into the pinkish flesh, she moved her legs even further open and I pushed still harder. She moaned and her head was shaking back and forth. I pushed into the delicious flesh and pulled the lips even further back with my fingers. As I was sinking in, I saw there were tears in her eyes.
I pushed, she cried out. I stabbed in the last inch; grabbing her hip, I pulled her to me and rammed with all my strength. She writhed on the table, turned first on one shoulder and then the other, moaning. I kept her there for a long time rammed full of my cock. Fuller than she had ever before been.
Without moving my hands off her hips but holding her so to keep her from moving, I slowly withdrew. I watched the shaft slide out, the pink flesh giving way and turning outward. I pulled back until only the head remained lodged between the pink folds. The foreskin peeled back. I stopped, poised for a moment. I wanted her to know what was about to happen. Her body suddenly stopped moving, she lifted her legs and extended them as far as she could.
I held her hips in my hands tightly and fell down into her with all my strength, all the way in one delicious forceful stroke. I pulled out just as rapidly and rammed again, down over her now. I lifted my hips and rammed, down, down. She was moving hysterically. I slammed my cock in and out of her as she groaned and pitched on the table. I slammed even harder now, my balls were beginning to hurt from being slammed against her buttocks. Harder and harder I went on until her body suddenly arched and I heard from somewhere far off a startling groan. I stood again and, stabbing again and again, my own crises came. I felt my own body arch backward. I held onto her hips and exploded into her.
She moved slowly and moaned on the table. Still engorged, I stood between her legs, recovering my senses. She looked at me, her eyes had that dark, peaceful luster of a woman whose body had spent itself and all is serene. Her hand crept down to where we were still joined. Her fingers felt softly of the extended lips of her own vagina and the heavy male flesh that she had just enjoyed to the fullest possible extent. She felt my balls and tugged gently at their skin bag, slowly, loosing it so that her fingers could play with what it contained.
Her golden body lay on the table in front of me. I could see the length of her, from her rich black hair, escaping now from the single band which had held it in place, to the short dark curls that were so rudely parted by my own white flesh.
I considered the difference in our color for a moment, as we were joined there. Her pale yet golden skin and black curls and then the pink curl of her inside flesh that kissed and surrounded my own by comparison, very white rod of flesh which stuck into her like a knife; so fully did it fill her that it seemed to have made a new aperture in her flesh. A new hole where none had been before.
I wanted to stand there as I was, looking down at this lovely golden creature, with this huge flesh sticking into her, with her full breasts looking ripe and needing my mouth upon them, with her trim waist and her widely spread legs, now resting by the heels on the edge of the table.
I moved a little gently in and out of her so that we might both remember for a little what had happened. She lay silently. There was no pain now, she was opened to her fullest extent. I moved slowly again a few inches in, a few inches out There was no urgency now.
I pulled her up so she could see the beautiful thing that was happening between us. We both watched as I pulled further out now and sank slowly back in. Her eyes were dark and fascinated watching the white flesh slide in and out of her bronzed flesh. Soon I began to feel the climax building, she too knew what was happening. Quickly she slid her fingers round the base of my cock and squeezed shut the tube of my emission. She pushed me back from the table and jumped down.
Turning me around, she pushed me back over the table into the very position which she had been in, my back on the table, my hips on its edge. Then without letting go her hold, she took the head of my cock into her mouth and slowly, finger by finger, removed the clamp which held my scalding sperm deep inside me and let it flow into her mouth. Her tongue worked gently as she sucked me dry, nor did she stop then, but continued to suck and lick.
I lay on my back on the table, my legs hanging over the edge. The room was growing cooler and outside was a million miles away. I watched as she lovingly worked on my cock and balls with her tongue. She seemed not to get enough, slowly the stiffness left and it only increased her interest, she took the soft flesh into her mouth and sucked as a nursing calf.
Dimly, from somewhere far away from my bliss, I heard a rapping on the door.
Time's up, buddy. Overtime, time and a half."
Instantly my beautiful dream became professional. "You want to pay more?"
Sadly, I shook my head, not quite able to cope with the reality of the situation after all. I pulled my clothes on and turned my back on my purchased ecstasy and went to find Charlie.