Chapter 8
Sitting on the sofa in the waiting room, Joe Brown realized that he was glancing at his watch every few minutes. Face it, you clod, he was telling himself savagely. You fell in love with the little whore, didn't you. You had your whole life all planned out and you just included her into your future without thinking about the possibility that she wouldn't fit in. You thought that she was too innocent to be allowed to walk the streets alone, but you were mistaken. Damn! It's you who belong back in grammar school!
On top of everything else, the young ex-sailor was sexually aroused, bothered by a hard throbbing erection inside of his pants that would not go away and could not be ignored. The scene upstairs of Melanie Abbott humbly crouching on her knees and accepting Fred's long hardened penis up into the warm moist haven of her mouth, had made a permanent impression on him, a scene he would remember for the rest of his days.
You could go in and get a piece of that too, he advised himself lewdly. You could get in line behind Chuck and fuck her until she screamed for mercy. You owe yourself something for what she's put you through! A little revenge might help you forget ... But he shook his head in sorrow. No, this was impossible. She might be a whore, but he could never face her again and if he made love to her, he might find himself more hopelessly entangled with her than before. Imagine falling in love with a whore!
"Hey baby, you gonna sit here all night alone?"
Joe had been so involved with his own dark thoughts that he had not heard the woman walk barefoot into the room, and he jumped a little when he heard her voice.
"Ah, I didn't mean to upset you, honey," she soothed him. "It's just friendly little Sarah, come in to see if she couldn't help you with your problem. Come on up to my room, lover boy and we'll see if we can't cure your problem and get that nasty frown off your handsome face."
Caught off guard, Joe smiled back at the woman as he looked her over. She was at least ten years older than he was, and had the free and eash manners of a girl who has spent most of her adult life within the walls of a brothel, but Sarah had taken the trouble to preserve her figure and her looks, knowing that they constituted her only means of livelihood. In her thirties, she was still supple and sexy looking, particularly with what she was wearing at this moment, which consisted merely of a black lacy bra, frilly nylon panties and long black stockings.
Joe went through a short and losing battle with his conscience. All right, he had vowed he would never again go to bed with a prostitute, but this was surely a special example. There he was, his heart broken and his cock standing up like the Eiffel Tower and what else was he supposed to do? Maybe this gal could cheer him up a little, help him to forget about Melanie Abbott.
"Anything you like, honey," she encouraged him gently, smiling in his direction as if she understood exactly what he was thinking about. "Just close your eyes and pretend it's a girl you'd really like to be in bed with."
That did it. Joe got to his feet, flashed her a sheepish grin, and the two of them walked hand in hand up the old creaky stairs to Sarah's room.
"What would you like me to do, lover?" she asked him seductively as he reached deftly behind her to unfasten her black bra and free her heavy sensuous breasts. Joe felt his cock jerk instinctively in his pants as her large brown nipples tumbled free of their confinement, and her eyes dropped to the front of his pants. "Huummm, I see we're all ready. What were you waiting for down there, honey, an engraved invitation. Come on over here."
She was really a nice girl, Joe decided, even if she was a professional, and the young man felt his body relax as he dropped his pants on the floor. For some reason, he felt at ease with her, like she was an old friend to whom he could talk without embarrassment.
"I came here with a couple of guys," he confessed. "They're down entertaining themselves with your colleague, Melanie."
"Yeah, I might have guessed," said Sarah. "So you were waiting for your turn to ... hey, how come you know her name? Is she that well known already?"
"Nah, I ran into her on the bus coming here to Dallas. I didn't even know she was a ... I mean, I didn't realize that she was in this profession."
"She wasn't then," giggled Sarah vaguely, bending over to strip off the flimsy nylon panties and then turned around to face him, stark naked except for her long black stockings. "And I wish somebody'd put her back on that bus to wherever she came from! I haven't had a customer in a week.
I know the boss is getting rich off that little broad, but she's ruining our morale in this place like mad. Whoever heard of a one girl whore house?"
At this point, Joe ceased to think very clearly for a moment because Sarah's arms had gone around his neck and she was pressing her full voluptuous breasts into his chest and kissing him with a fair immitation of genuine passion. Or perhaps, he wondered, it was real passion. After all, she hasn't had a man in a week and these gals probably need it worse than anyone. He tumbled her over backwards onto the bed and crawled over her waiting, willing body when the next thought struck him.
"What do you mean when you say she probably wasn't a prostitute when I met her?" he demanded, an ugly suspicion creeping over him, "Why did she come here if she wasn't already a prostitute?"
"That's the big question, baby," Sarah giggled, her hand snaking agilely down the front of his undershorts to stroke the thick smooth foreskin of his rising hardness. "I don't guess it was her idea, and maybe Gerome used some muscle. Well, I'll be giving away some company secrets in a minute if I ain't careful."
"Give away some secrets," Joe urged her. "If she wasn't a whore before, how did she get to become one so fast? Come on, baby, talk, I want to know!"
The call girl's face froze as she realized that her youthful client was serious and she did her best to make him forget about the dark haired captive on the floor below them. Moving quickly, she rolled Joe over on his back, her head diving in the direction of his loins.
"Let's suck," she proposed obscenely. "I'll make you real happy down there and you can close your eyes and pretend I'm Melanie if you want to. I don't mind at all."
"I want to do more than think about Melanie," the young man snarled, seizing the older woman by the hair and dragging her parted lips away from his excited cock. "I want to know more about her. Was she brought here by force?"
"I'll tell you two things, Mister," Sarah spat back at him, starting to lose her temper with this difficult young client. "First of all, she walked in here of her own free will, and secondly if you hurt me, Gerome is gonna beat the hell out of you. I'll fuck or suck or do just about anything else a woman can do, but if you wanna work out your agressions, do it someplace else ... not on me!"
"Answer one more question," Joe said, lowering his voice and realizing that he had made a tactical error. "Is she here of her own free will? Can she walk away anytime she wants to?"
I told you those were company secrets!" snapped the older woman shaking his hand out of her hair and looking him straight in" the eye. "Look, did you come up here to get laid or ask questions?"
Joe made his decision and executed it in the same instant, hurling the prostitute onto her back and grabbing his belt up off the floor. Working fast and expertly, he forced her resisting wrists together and quickly tied her to the top of the bed, then ducking down to the floor again to use one of her own stockings to tie her legs together so that afterwards the woman was helplessly bound.
"Now you listen to me. I haven't learned much in my life so far but I have discovered a couple of ways to make people real talkative. I want the whole story about that girl, or I'm going to make you sorry. Now do your talking!"
"You can go to hell!" spat Sarah, enraged at the position he had put her in.
Joe smiled back at her with a harsh thin grimace and reached for his pack of cigarettes. He lit one and sat down on the bed next to her, using his free hand to stuff her panties into her open mouth. Then he took a deep breath and ran the lighted end of the cigarette quickly from one quivering nipple down into the crevice between her two trembling breasts, and then up to the other nipple.
"AAAAAAAHHHHH!!" she groaned, her voice muffled by the panties that were stuffed in her mouth and a thin red line rising on her naked chest where the young man had trailed the fiery cigarette.
"Oh, you bastard," she gasped as soon as he had removed the panties from her mouth. "Gerome is gonna kill you for this and I will help him!"
"Gerome is someplace else but I'm here with the cigarette in my hand. I know a lot of interesting places to put a cigarette, lady, and I'm going to start experimenting if you don't start talking. Is Melanie being held a prisoner here?"
Sarah looked at him with pure hatred, her teeth clamped together resolutely and Joe realized that he was dealing with a very tough customer. He shifted his position and slowly parted her curly brown triangle of moist pubic hair with his fingers as if he were preparing to caress her again. Then he carefully moved the lighted cigarette in the direction of her tiny hard clitoris.
"I can't imagine anything that would hurt worse than this," he warned her. "You feel like talking before I do it or after?"
"Wait," she sobbed, fear finally sweeping over her as she saw exactly how far he was prepared to go to get this information. "For God's sake, don't burn me down there!"
"Then talk!"
"Gerome will kill me if I tell you."
"I'll kill you if you don't!"
"Okay, okay, but please take that terrible cigarette away."
"I'm listening, woman, but I'm not hearing anything."
"Alright, listen then! The girl came in here by mistake I guess she thought this was a hotel. Ruby was against it, but Gerome got the kid stoned on pot the first night and fucked her himself. Then he decided she could be good for the business and they have kept her locked up in that room ever since. I knew it was gonna lead to trouble, but they wouldn't listen to me."
"Then she's a prisoner? She never wanted to be a prostitute?"
"Hell no! She's supposed to be going to the university in town but they made her write a letter to the school saying she wasn't coming and another one to her parents, so nobody'd look for her for awhile, but they can't keep her here forever, I told 'em!"
"So what were they going to do with her after she's all used up?" Joe insisted, knowing the answer in his head, but wanting to have his worst suspicions confirmed.
"Man, I don't have to draw you a picture, do I?
After the novelty has worn off, they'd have to get rid of her, you know."
"How would they get rid of her, let her go?"
"What would you do in Gerome's shoes? If he let her go free and she decided to go to the police, he'd spend the rest of his life in prison for kidnapping. He'd have to take her for a long ride down to the Gulf. A lotta bodies manage to turn up in the ocean and nobody asks too many questions. Please get that damn butt away from my cunt, Mister, I've told you everything I know. Listen, don't let anyone know I talked to you, please, or Gerome would throw my body in after her."
"Okay, listen," Joe ordered, thinking fast. "If you want to get out of this with your skin in one piece, you get dressed now and get out of this place as fast as you can move."
"But Gerome will...."
"Gerome isn't going to bother you or anybody else again because I am going to kill him, do you understand?"
"Y ... Yes," she sobbed faintly.
"And if you try to warn anyone, I'm going to kill you too. Do you have the picture?"
Sarah's will to resist was completely broken. This sad faced man had suddenly been transformed into a savage wild man, and she realized that he might really be capable of doing all that he said he would. Gerome was a rough ugly customer, but this man was twenty years younger and his mind was now clouded by drink or maybe drugs. She nodded dumbly and Joe loosened the knots in her stockings and helped her to her feet. Sarah quickly scrambled into her clothing, slipping a sweater and slacks on over her scanty bra and panties and them Joe followed her back down the stairs to the deserted waiting room to make sure she went straight out the front door. He hated to take the chance involved in letting loose for fear she would try and warn the others in the house, but harming a reasonably innocent working woman like Sarah was too much for him and he decided that the risk had to be taken.
She turned as she stood by the door to the street, her hand on the knob.
"Good luck, fellow," she whispered faintly. "He's got it coming to him." Then she turned and disappeared into the night.
Upstairs, as she surged back against the cruel young man who was sodomizing her brutally from behind, Melanie gritted her teeth and praying all the while for the strength to do what she had to do. Slowly at first, and then with more energy, she began to undulate her body, swingin her hips in tiny rotating circles and putting all the pressure she could on Chuck's laboring cock.
"She's starting to turn on," he crowed happily, mistaking her desperate efforts to end it for him as the beginning of lust on her part. He groaned and skewered into her with renewed energy, exciting himself beyond endurance with the sight of this gorgeous young girl kneeling humbly before him, a victim of anything he chose to inflict upon her. There was not an ounce of resistance left in her innocent young body now and she was his property to batter and abuse as much as he wanted.
Melanie's head thrashed from side to side on the mattress and Gerome and Fred had both released their hold on her arms, realizing that she was beyond fighting back at this point. Her long silken hair lashed back and forth like a thousand tiny whips and her body bucked and heaved like a mad woman's as she lewdly encouraged him to end it all and fill her moist nether crevice with his hot merciless cum.
Chuck was nearing the end of the best ride in his life and then he gripped the tops of her thighs, his sharp fingernails digging into her delicate flesh as he pounded in and out of her with all the might he could muster from his body, being motivated by a sadistic wish to make her moan with agony.
"Aaaaaggghhh!!" she obliged him by moaning piteously beneath him as he flicked deeply into her tortured anus. "Ugggh!"
But it was almost over and Melanie could feel the cruel student's cock expanding and growing as if he were having a second erection on top of the first. A week ago she would have been mystified by this phenomenon, but a lot of education had been crammed into this seven days, and now she understood that the man was about to cum into the unnatural receptable of her anus.
"Oh cum, please cum," she begged him miserably, fucking her widely split buttocks back into his loins as hard as her pain wracked body would permit. Chuck gasped above her, incoherent words tumbling from his lips and then he felt the hot steaming cum begin to erupt from deep within his lusting balls, searing up through his penis and out into the narrow ravaged channel of her anal passage. Sighing and moaning with delight, he bucked into her endlessly, emptying his hot cum in the moistened crevice of her buttocks until there was no more to spill out.
"Oh man, that was the greatest ... wow!" he said as he crudely jerked his limp, already deflating penis from the overflowing little hole of her rectum, but Fred cut him off with an urgent remark.
"Wait! I smell smoke!"
"Damn it, what the hell can that be?" quiered Gerome looking alarmed. One of the problems involved in running an illegal operation like this cat house was the fact that you had to handle your own emergencies. You could hardly call the fire department or the police to help out.
"This place is on fire! Shit!" exclaimed Chuck, sniffing the air and then climbing rapidly into his pants. "Let's get outa here before the whole damn fire department arrives!"
The emergency shook Melanie out of her daze and she sat up on the bed, feeling a brand new fear sweep over her. The heat from the hall was already starting to be noticeable in the room and the two college boys dashed out of the room, leaving Gerome behind to deal with the situation.
"Get my clothes," Melanie pleaded as the big burly man glaned out in the hall to find himself confronted by a roaring fire coming from the end of the corridor. There was no problem about getting out, he realized, because the stairway was still clear down to the street, but Ruby's was going up in smoke! There was no way to put out the fire and it would soon burn the building to the ground ... and fast!
"Please don't make me run naked out into the street," Melanie begged, getting off the bed and running towards him with her hands outstretched for mercy. But Gerome was doing some hard thinking about her at that moment. The fire department and even the police could already be on their way, and it was time for him to disappear. Everyone else could be counted on to keep their mouths shut and they could open the brothel somewhere else, but if the cops caught him carting a naked screaming girl down the street, there would be some unpleasant questions to answer and he didn't want to be around.
"You ain't goin' nowhere," he snarled, pushing her roughly back onto the bed and fumbling in his pocket for the door key. They would find her ashes in the morning, he told himself, and the bones that remained are hard to identify. This saved the trouble of doing it later.
A lithe fast moving figure was emerging from the hidden compartment behind the two way mirror carrying a broom stick and because of the confusion and his haste, Gerome could not react fast enough to recognize the face as belonging to the shy student who had elected to wait behind in the parlor and so he dismissed the figure as being of no importance. He turned his back on him and addressed himself to the problem of getting the door securely locked. It was a fatal move.
The broom stick is a deadly weapon when it is used by an expert and Gerome felt it spearing into the small of his back, numbing him and sending his big body hurling into the tiny room where the naked girl sat trembling on the edge of the bed. Before Gerome could even get his head turned, Joe had followed him into the room and hit him again on the back of the neck, stunning him into semi-consciousness. The key to the sound proofed room fell free from his limp fist and Joe scooped it up.
"My clothes," Melanie whimpered. Everything was happening too fast for her to understand and she could only think about having to race through the streets of Dallas stark naked.
"No time to look for them," Joe barked, and he snapped the sheet off the bed and wrapped her bareness in it. Seeing that she was too dazed to move, he threw her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and ran into the hall pausing there to lock the door to the soundless room from the outside.
"There's a fire!" moaned Melanie, now half out of her mind from fear and exhaustion.
"I know, baby, I started it," the young man responded and then carried ger gently away from the burning building and hell!
"You'll be much more comfortable here," Joe said to Melanie tenderly, tucking in the covers of the bed and turning off the light in the bedroom.
"Try to sleep, Melanie, you've been through a lot lately."
With her dark head protruding from the clean pastel sheets and a puzzled smile on her pale face, the girl looked more like a frightened child than a young woman who has just survived a week's enslavement in a brothel. Joe hesitated a minute and then bent quickly to kiss her cheek in a brotherly fashion. He would have like nothing more than to throw back the blankets and climb in with her, but he knew that that was out of the question for the evening or possibly, forever. Who knows, he asked himself unhappily. After all that she's been through she may never like sex again, and every time she looks at me she may remember that horrible experience. He guessed that only time would tell.
Stripping off his clothing in the bathroom, he treated himself to a nice warm shower before climbing into his bed on the couch. A lot of things had gone right. It had been fortunate that he had had the keys to the sports car in his pocket when they had burst out of the burning building in the darkened street, the sound of the sirens already ringing in their ears. Chuck and Fred had fortunately disappeared somewhere and he had been able to stuff the dazed youngg girl into the car and get her away from the scene of the crime before the fire trucks and police arrived.
The second piece of good luck had been the fact tha Susan and Rick were away for the weekend, providing him with a comfortable safe place to bring Melanie to recover. They had almost been seen by a curious neighbor when he had carried her prostrate figure into the apartment, but good luck had been on their side again and there was no one else around to see the sight of him carrying the body of a sheet draped girl into the deserted apartment.
Joe walked naked into the living room where he had thrown a blanket over the couch and prepared to make himself comfortable for the night. He flipped on the radio, hoping for some relaxing music as he smoked a cigarette and was rewarded by soft romantic music. He crawled under the cover and tried to relax, feeling the tension drift away from his body despite the lingering feeling of desire which had been with him the entire evening.
"We interrupt this broadcast to bring you a news bulletin," the announcer said and Joe reached for the radio, not particularly interested in a news bulletin this late in a long and hard evening. "Police report that Ruby's Hotel, 16 Angeles Court, Dallas has been totally destroyed by a sudden, three alarm fire. Only a few guests were staying in the hotel at the time of the blaze and there was no loss of life except for the presumed fatality of the hotel's general manager, Mr. Gerome Ives, who was known to be inside the building when the violent fire broke out, and has not yet been located by the local police. Miss Sarah Green, a former employee of the hotel, stated that the cause of the fire could have been a pile of oily rags which were stored in a closet on the second floor. Mrs. Ruby Hall, the owner of the destroyed building, suggested that careless smoking in bed may have been the reason for the fire, but noted that the hotel was insured for its full value, and would be re-opened at a new location in the very near future. Speaking of the presumed death of her manager, Mr. Ives; Mrs. Hall stated that he had been a fine upright man who was a credit to the hotel industry.
Joe snapped off the radio with a snort, not entirely upset by the news. He was not yet so hardened about life that the knowledge that he had killed a man failed to affect him, but if anyone deserved to die it was Gerome. That man had fully intended to leave Melanie inside that burning building. It was poetic justice that he had been left there in her place.
"Joe?" came a soft quavering voice from the next room.
"Yeah, honey, are you okay?" .
"I'm feeling better, thank you, but where are you going to sleep?" Melanie wanted to know.
"Here on the couch, Melanie. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine."
"Joe, I'm sorry to bother you so, but I'm still a little frightened and I hate to see you sleeping on the couch." Her voice trailed off and the young man could hardly believe his ears.
"Are you frightened, would you like me to come in with you?" he asked, barely concealing his rising excitement from his voice.
"After everything that's happened my modesty isn't very important anymore," stated the girl, her voice stronger and more resolute now. "The bed is big enough for two."
Melanie lay absolutely still as she felt the mattress give under Joe's weight and she felt the added warmth in the bed as another body stretched out next to hers. Instinctively, she turned, hardly conscious of the fact that they were both naked, and sheltered herself in his strong arms. Making love was the farthest thing from her mind, but she needed to be held by someone who cared and she could trust, someone who would not hurt her and she had found him.
"I'm glad I found you again," he said simply, his voice coming to her in the dark as if a disembodied ghost had spoken. There was no need for her to reply. She had already confessed how glad she was to see him again, but she shivered as she realized that she was lying in the arms of a man who had deliberately killed someone that very night. My education is proceeding very rapidly, she thought. A week ago, I wasn't really sure whether I was even a virgin or not. Now that issue is settled forever and I'm in bed with a person who can kill people when he needs to. I've come a long way in that time.
His hands were stroking her back softly, running from the nape of her neck down to the base of her spine where her lush well rounded buttocks began to rise. Between their bodies, pressed against her stomach, she could feel the hardness of his fully aroused manhood, and the sensation sent a tremor of excitement through her body.
"Joe, she began hesitantly. "Joe, when we first met, I really didn't know which end was up. You told me I was a typical small town virgin and you were right."
The young lover, said nothing, knowing that she had something important to tell him and deciding to let her get it out in her own way.
"But, well, you can imagine what happened to me all last week. Just being raped isn't all that important, really, I mean it isn't even a sin if you don't want to do it and usually I didn't, so it was just humiliating and sometimes it hurt; but other times the men just came and did things to me. You must know what kinds of things they did, and they forced me to like it and ... I reacted and did like it! I'm sorry, because I'm not really good enough for you anymore, Joe. I can see now that you wanted me so bad that first night we met and I thought I was too good for you. Now it's changed and I'll always be a little bit of a prostitute for the rest of my life."
"Its okay, honey," he soothed her. "That's all over now, don't worry."
"No, it'll be part of me forever," she insisted, her voice quivering with emotion as she wrapped her arms more tightly around his neck. "Anyway, this is what I am trying to say. You came to Ruby's tonight looking for a prostitute, I think. Well, you have really found one, Joe. I am yours to do with as you want ... and you know, I can't wait."
Joe started to explain that he had not been looking for a prostitute tonight, but the thought drifted off as he felt her body melting into his. Melanie began to shiver when she felt his hands coursing more boldly over the soft lines of her young exciting body. She was finally his for the taking. There was no further need for coy adolescent conversation, she was now fully a woman, ready to give her all to the man who had saved her. She was too pure inside ever to be dirtied by the likes of Ruby and Gerome and all of those other men, and he realized that she was offering him something that had never been offered freely by her to anyone else. In a way, she was a virgin again, and he was to be her first lover.
Almost trembling despite his past experience with women, the excited young man hovered over her on his knees, letting her eyes rest calmly on the long hard shaft of his fully erected penis and running his hands greedily over the softly yielding flesh of her soft breasts and stomach, and then to her slim white thighs and the moist inviting "vee" which was so plainly being offered up to him in sacrifice. Melanie closed her eyes as the now familiar waves of pleasure washed over her sensitive body, but this time it was different, she was in the arms of someone who loved her ... someone who cared ... and she was at peace.
He feared, for a few minutes, that she had drifted off into her own private dream world and wanting to ease her back to reality, he bent and kissed her tenderly on the lips, feeling her react immediately by the spearing of her tongue hotly up into his open mouth. No, there was no queston about it, she was with him every inch of the way, and Joe took advantage of the intimate moment to send his hungry fingers into the warm wet core of her abused young body.
"Oh, oh, Ooohhh!" she sighed contentedly as he gently massaged the tender inner flesh of her slowly clasping vagina, finding to his satisfaction that she was thoroughly moist and wet, and he knew that she now wanted this as much as he did! But Joe could hardly believe that his mind was telling him. After all, he hardly knew her, only spending two or three hours with her on the bus a week before and about the same amount of time together with her tonight. They hardly knew each other, really, and she had spent seven long days and nights being raped and manhandled in every conceivable fashion during that time. Yet, somehow, she wanted him and wanted him badly!
He decided there was no point in postponing this pleasure another instant and he covered her warm receptive body with his own, feeling the tiny hardened tips of her nipples digging fiercely into his chest as he spread himself over her like an all engulfing cloud. He could sense the wild uncomfortable excitement building in her body and her hands slithered between their two writhing bodies to caress the throbbing tip of his erect penis with agile and now expert fingers. This much he had hardly expected, but it was all true. She seemed to have learned in one week in a brothel the full science of sex that it had taken him years to master. Who knows, he grinned to himself, maybe she can teach me a few things I haven't even learned yet!
Now she was arching her pelvis up to meet him, clearly inviting him to worm his long desire ridden rod into the warm moist recesses of her cuntal depth, and he was beside himself with sensual excitement. For a moment, Joe was tempted to oblige her and come crashing into her vagina, but he stopped himself. He wanted to draw this out and make it last all night if possible. He wanted to explore every delicious inch of her beautiful body, to touch, caress, to love every part, before he made the final plunge into the wonderful depths of her waiting, willing vagina.
Raising himself up on his hands and knees, he surveyed his prize greedily, inhaling sharply as he felt her hands close around his pulsating cock as if she was afraid that he was leaving her. Her fingers were soft and gentle, but she handled the jerking and quivering shaft of his penis with the skill of an expert, pushing the smooth foreskin down as far as it would go and then pulling his penis forward as she tried to force it into the desperately hungry little opening of her cunt. Joe drew in a sharp breath of surprised pleasure as he felt the softness of her pubic hair tease lightly at the exposed tip of his cock, and he helped by moving closer and allowing her to manipulate his throbbing penis as she wanted sliding it torturously back and forth across the moist throbbing button of her clitoris. The sensation was beautiful for both of them and he had to struggle with himself not to give in to the temptation to impale her on his hard cock then and there.
But it was too soon yet, and he managed to hold himself back by a forced exercise of mind over matter. And too, in one distant corner of his lust distorted brain, there was still the desire to punish her just a little for having been so haughty to him that day on the bus. Her surrender, when it came, had to be complete and absolute, and he sensed that maybe she was not yet one hundred percent his. He could enter her now, if he wanted to, but there would be some tiny corner of her soul left untouched and the young man wanted it all. He was going to do this right and he still had a number of things to try before he completed this total erotic act of love. He wanted her to be his completely.
She wanted to be fucked badly, that much was-perfectly obvious. Melanie lay beneath him almost gasping for breath as her long voluptuously soft body writhed with undisguised lust and her fingers gently massaged him, teasing the tiny slit in the end of his penis with one hand while she used the other to play with his heavily swaying balls. Bu he wanted her to remember this night above all others, to have an erotic experience with him which would blot out all the other men who had seared into her captive belly during her seven days as an unwilling prostitute in the brothel. In order to accomplish this purpose, he had to stimulate her until she was virtually screaming with desire. She had to do more than merely accept his penis into the soft loving depths of her cunt, she had to cry out for it! She had to want it more than anything!
Melanie understood none of this, comprehending only the fact that her body was bursting out of control like a runaway car. Her spine seemed to be alive, frantically twisting and bucking as she reared up against her new lover, wrapping her long tapering legs around his buttocks in a desperately yearning attempt to force him into her highly stimulated young body. Everything had changed for her now, she realized. The men who had visited her while she was enslaved at Ruby's had taught her body to react to certain kinds of stimuli and she had learned her lessons well. If she could respond passionately to a man who had pushed the right buttons despite the fact that she hated him, there were no limits to the kind of reaction she could experience in the arms of a man she loved! The door to sexual pleasure had been opened by Gerome, and now she wanted it all at once and her mind was filled with all manner of wildly erotic images and fantasies which she made no effort to drive away this time.
Joe levered up on his muscular arms and looked down on her with something like pity, seeing that she was really ready for him and deciding that it would be simple cruelty to keep her much longer in this desperate condition. There was just one more little test she had to pass, and then he would know, without a doubt, that she was his all the way, forever.
Moving carefully to avoid destroying the delicately submissive mood she was in, he began to inch his way along her slender but full breasted young body, kissing her lingeringly on the mouth as he crawled up until his buttocks rested lightly on the soft twin cushions of her breasts and his body was bent nearly in half. Her eyes were closed now and he wondered if she understood what he was going to ask of her. As he straightened up and looked down, his eyes locked on her parted lips, his long thick cock swung menacingly like the boom on a crane, trembling only inches away from her sensually parted lips.
She'll never go for this, he warned himself, even after a week in a whorehouse! But he was determined to make the try, tormenting himself with the mental picture of his hard pulsating cock plunged into that delicate little mouth. He moved forward another inch, bending "over a little so that the tip of his penis rested directly on her chin. Now there could be no doubt in anyone's mind what he intended to do and Joe braced himself for a cry of protest. The girl opened her mouth, as if to speak, but no protest emerged.
Instead, her tongue snaked out agilely and she stabbed desperately in the direction of his cock, the tip of her tongue flickering tantalizingly across the rubbery surface of the glands. Joe did not require a clearer invitation than this, inching forward again to close the gap between them and inhaling sharply as Melanie began to use her tongue. Licking lewdly back and forth acorss the sensitive nerve endings and then ducking her head forward to enclose the tightly stretched skin of his cock between her ovaled lips, accepting him joyfully into the sanctuary of her mouth. The girl's lips were soft and smooth, forming a tight elastic ring around his hotly jerking cock and Joe could feel her move it around inside of her moist mouth, lashing at him actively while little mewly sounds and hums of passionate acceptance of him rumbled in her throat. His hands stole into her long hair and he pushed into her a little farther as she began to suck him furiously.
This, to him, was the ultimate proof of where they stood with each other and the young man realized with a surge of emotion that if she sucked him until he came, she would be his for good and no other man would ever be able to take her away again. If she made this final sacrifice of her lusting body to him, it would mean that he had conquered her completely and the idea excited him so profoundly that he began to flex his loins in and out of the tight elastic oval formed by her roundly straining lips, watching avidly as his long hardened shaft disappeared back into the vacumn like depths of her throat, he was overjoyed with waves of increasing passion.
Joe would have liked to go on all night like this, if possible, but the stimulation was too intense to last any longer. He could already feel the familiar heat building up frantically in his testicles and the tension in his loins became more unbearable by the moment.
There was a sudden spasm which raced through his lean aching body and he knew that nothing in heaven or earth could stop him now. He gripped Melanie's head tightly as he began to cum powerfully into her eagerly sucking mouth, pouring the hot sticky sperm from deep in his lusting balls far into the-back of her throat. A low groan of pure sweet ecstasy escaped Melanie's tightly clasping lips as the spray of fiery hot cum spurted wetly into the cavity of her mouth, mixing with the saliva until tiny droplets overflowed her lips and trickled down over her chin in tiny little rivulets. Her throat muscles worked frantically as she gulped this lust inciting fluid, welcoming it into her body as if it were the gift of the gods.
Then it was Joe's turn to moan as he felt the last heated drops of his maleness flood into her wildly working mouth, knowing that it was now over for him, at least for awhile. It had been so good, but so terribly short! But Melanie quite clearly had her own ideas about it being over.
Never removing his limp, slowly deflating instrument from her cum covered lips, she licked it tenderly savoring every tiny pungent drop, caressing his cock with her mouth until the organ began to once again jerk and palpitate, obligingly filling up again with blood and returning it promptly to its original hardness of but a few moments ago. Only when she was certain that she had restored him to the full turgid state of erection did she allow him to remove it from the confines of her mouth, a thin string of semen still connecting her lips to the tip of his throbbing instrument.
"I'm all yours, dearest, do anything you want," she murmured as Joe slid quickly down into position.
The surprised young man wasted no time in taking advantage of this offer, finding that her openly flowering vagina was totally ready. Without a moment's hesitation, he fucked into her, groaning with pleasure as he felt the powerful internal muscles of her cunt throbbing in desperate anticipation. He lost no time in unnecessary foreplay since he recognized that this sweet young girl would never be more ready if she lived another century, and he quickly skewered up inside of her with one hotly searing stroke which carried his rigidly throbbing rod of flesh all the way from the pink -rimmed lips of her tender vagina to the sensitive resistant flesh of her cervix. The smoothing clasping walls of her cunt clung to him like warm honey and the youth nearly went out of his mind with pure delight.
He began fucking in and out of her with long, lust arousing strokes, Melanie's whole body seemed to rise of the bed into him, writhing and gyrating against him as if a powerful electric current were being passed steadily through her excited body, and he squirmed down into her with all the force in him, putting every muscle in his strong muscular body behind each relentless forward lunge.
"Oh, darling, it's so good, so good," she sang to him mindlessly as he filled her with his rock hard penis.
Then, he knew that the release she had been crying for was not far off, so he rose up on his elbows, anxious to watch her face when it came. Lewd wet smacking sounds vibrated through the room as he slammed into her again and again, each quickening thrust bringing her closer to the ultimate goal, her orgasm. It was then that he felt her body grow in it's urgency to bring him even deeper into her desirous cunt and she was reaching that climax that had been denied her for so long. Her legs climbed up to his back and she held onto him with all the strength in her tormented body, moaning for him to never stop. Joe felt himself being propelled into another erotic spewing of his hot cum into her and then they were both in the throes of the most fantastic orgasm of their lives.
It must have lasted an eternity and when they had relaxed back together, arms around one another, on the bed they both were completely satiated having found each other at last!
"Joe, that was the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me," Melanie whispered.
"My pleasure, ma'm ... anytime...." he smiled at her in the soft light. "Melanie?"
"Hummm?" she said sleepily.
"I want you always to be right beside me like this," he said. "But Joe, why?"
"Because you, young lady for the best piece of tail I have ever known, and I can't let you go now," he responded.
"Silly! But Joe, seriously, all of those other men, won't they always be between us?" Hoping when she said it, that she already knew the answer.
"Shhh-the reason I can't let you go is because I love you," he said gently and held her closer in his arms.