Chapter 5

Jill let her hand slip down off the arm of the theater seat and touched the thigh of the man next to her. Up on the screen, the heroine was taking the entire incredible length of a man's cock down her throat. It was the first blue movie Jill had ever gone to. She was amazed at what she was seeing, and the effect it was having on her. She was as wet as if she had participated in the endless couplings on the screen.

Her plan had been to cruise the luxury bars for a pickup. The movie had been an impulse. Now she was working on the pickup angle again.

The stranger next to her didn't flinch away from her hand. He didn't make any move at all.

Cautiously, Jill eased her hand higher. She kept her eyes on the movie. She was fascinated by the gray come jetting from actor's cock. It spattered the actress' face. The man Jill was exploring cautiously with her hand was well-dressed and was probably in his fifties. That was all she could tell in the dark back row of the theater.

Her fingers found the still-covered lump of his phallus and traced its outline carefully. She was not surprised he was hard as a rock. Nor was she surprised when he leaned back a little to give her better access to his cock. Lust burning in her guts like a hot, blue flame, Jill fumbled around until she found the tab of his zipper. She eased it slowly downward.

On the screen, the sexual action had been momentarily suspended in an attempt to supply some plot. The erect penis Jill was curling her fingers around made up for the break in the movie's action. Then a hand touched her thigh and she forgot about the movie. She squeezed and pumped the hard, hot cylinder in her hand, and felt hot sticky lubricant coat her fingers. Lifting off her seat slightly, she let the stranger push her dress up her thighs. His hand touched the crotch of her panties.

She wished she had taken them off when she had the chance. Her regret lessened when the man pried a finger in through one leg opening and slipped it into her steaming crack. Her thighs spread wider as he probed her hot, slick, hairy nest.

The man she was fondling so intimately leaned toward her. His shoulder touched hers. "Ever do that?" he asked, nodding toward the screen, where a monster cock was being sucked, by a different girl this time.

Jill shook her head tensely. "Not all the way," she answered. "I don't think I could get it that deep."

"Might be worth a try," the man suggested. He wiggled his finger in her seething cunt.

Jill's guts knotted, and her lust burned higher. "Right here?" she asked.

The man glanced around. There was no one near them. "I'm game if you are."

Jill thought for a moment. Her sexual agony was increasing sharply. Sucking cock was something she had done frequently-but only to rekindle lost erections, never to bring a man off. She wondered what a full load of semen would taste like. The thought of committing the vile, illegal act in a public place sent her lust soaring.

"Why not," she answered. "You only live once!"

"That's what I say."

After a quick look around, Jill got down on the floor in front of her seat. She took the opportunity to hike her skirt up and skin her panties off. She left them on the grubby floor under her seat. She didn't want to have them readily at hand, for some reason.

She squirmed between the man's spread legs. The grit on the hard floor ground into her knees. His phallus was a ghostly pale tower, capped with a monstrous dark knob. She could see his lubricant shining as it absorbed the flickering light from the movie screen. Jill looked over her shoulder at the movie, and saw a close-up shot of lips encircling a huge phallus.

Turning her back on the movie, Jill bent over the tower in front of her. Holding it gingerly by its base, she licked it hesitantly. She felt it shudder at the fleeting touch of her tongue. It tasted hot and salty. She gripped it more firmly and licked it again, sweeping her tongue up the underside and off the tip. Her head filled with the smell of him. She hoped he was clean. He touched the back of her head gently with one hand as she licked his cock again. She glanced up. He was watching the film, not her.

Forming her lips into a circle, and leaning farther forward over the stranger's lap, Jill took the knob of his prick into her mouth. She tongued the rubbery glans, nestled the groove below it between her lips.

Finding the slit at the tip, she pried it open, and tongued the inside of his urethra.

The hand on the back of her head pushed down a little.

Accepting the guidance, Jill took more of the man's rigid, engorged penis into her mouth. She let it slide back along her tongue, while keeping her lips pressed tight around the shaft. The cock hit the back of her tongue, triggering her gag reflex. Her guts knotted, reminding her of the brutal regurgitation Ann's finger had triggered. Tasting bile in her throat, Jill backed off and, keeping just the tip of the man's prick in her mouth, sucked in a huge gust of fresh air through her nose.

She swirled her tongue around the hot, yielding cap, then down along the dorsal vein. She wondered if she could get as much penis into her mouth as the actress had. Pushing her head down slowly, she tried again. This time she was braced for the gagging, and managed to fight it off. Pressing farther down, she pushed on until the head of his cock corked her throat., Measuring with her fingers, she found she had only half of it in her mouth, if that much. She backed off to breathe and then took his cock to the back of her throat a second time. Her guts were knotted with perverted lust as she ingested the towering organ. The spacious feeling of the air-conditioned, grubby movie house increased her wild lust. The thought that she might be caught committing this act sent excitement roaring through her. She felt something streaming down her thighs from her naked cunt.

Unable to figure a way to take in more of the man's organ than she already had, Jill contented herself with pistoning his prick in and out of her mouth. Her insides seething, she bathed the man's prick with her tongue and sucked eagerly on the monster cylinder. She used her fingers to stimulate the base of the shaft between where it emerged from his fly and where it entered her mouth.

Judging by the hot, sticky flow of his juices, it was enough for him. His hand was still pushing down on her head, but in an absent-minded way. She wondered what was going on on the screen that so held his interest. Taking a momentary break from her cock-sucking, she cast a quick glance over her shoulder. All she could see was a tangle of male and female bodies. She couldn't sort out who was doing what to whom.

She went back to her cock-sucking. That's what I am, she realized abruptly, a "cock-sucker." Applying the vulgar word to herself increased her excitement. Rising up higher on her knees, she fought to take still more of his phallus into her, and on the next downward drive of her head, she succeeded in gaining a fraction of an inch.

The man's hips were beginning to shift and squirm in response to her efforts. He was trying to shove his cock up into her mouth with a steady rhythmic fucking movement. It had to be an indication of his approaching orgasm. The flow from his penis was increasing-a thick, salty secretion that made her mouth flood with saliva. Something was streaming down over her hand where it held his staff, then dribbling down her chin.

He was going to come soon, and she knew it. She was looking forward to it. Unlike the movie actress, she wasn't going to let his organ spurt into empty air. She was going to take his load into her mouth, let it roar down her throat in thick, heavy wads. She was going to let her stomach absorb his alkaline fluid. She was going to digest millions of sperm.

Her whole body flaming with lust, Jill pumped her head down on his cock, harder and faster, timing her moves to the humping of his hips. His hand on the back of her head aided her. She sucked in desperate gasps of air when her head was high and held her breath when her throat was clogged with his cock. Her soft brown hair whipped around her cheeks as her head bobbed up and down over the man's lap.

She could feel his orgasm approaching-in the tenseness of his muscular thighs, the pressure of his hand on her head, and the dimensions of the cock in her mouth. She frantically scrubbed her tongue up the dorsal vein of his phallus, and she sucked as if she were trying to draw blood right out of his engorged penis.

His hips eased upward, instead of ramming upward. She felt his muscles clenching tightly, and she knew what was coming. She sucked on the tower in her mouth and felt it tremble with the first blasting wad of come. Then it was jerking, convulsing, recoiling, and thick, gooey, heavy shots of semen were bursting into her throat, streaming down to her stomach. Her throat working, she swallowed and gulped the creamy thick fluid.

She got half his load down before her lungs demanded fresh air. Forcing her head upward against the pressure of his hand, she sucked in a lungful of air through her nose. Keeping the spurting head of his prick between her lips, she felt his semen spurt into her mouth, thick, and hot, and heavy. Saliva flooded her mouth, diluting his male essence. Her vagina spasmed around nothing and wept futilely for the load in her mouth.

The spurting died to convulsive squeezings, faint oozings and then was gone completely, leaving her with a mouth full of semen. Lifting her head up away from his penis, but still holding it in her hand, she sealed her lips carefully to keep the flavorful load in. Looking up at him, making sure he saw, she swallowed the last of his sperm. Then, delicately, she cleaned his cock with her tongue, washing off the last of his drippings, leaving it shining with spit.

When it had shriveled and dried, she carefully tucked it back in his trousers and zipped him up. Then she pulled herself back up onto her seat and tried to concentrate on the movie. The action on the screen seemed stupid and tame after what she had just done.

"Let's get out of here," the man suggested.

"Okay," she agreed easily. She wondered what he would look like.

He was, as it turned out, rather handsome-sturdy with well groomed salt-and-pepper hair. He looked distinguished. His clothes were expensively tailored.

"Are you busy right now?" he asked as they stood under the glaring lights of the theater marquee. People bustled past them, unnoticing and uncaring.

Jill shook her head. "No, I'm not busy. Did you have something in mind?" She wondered how most of the people hurrying past would react if they knew what she had just done.

"I have a hotel room. I thought, perhaps we could-ah-further expand our relationship. If you'd like." "All right," Jill agreed easily.

It's as simple as that, she thought. Just go off with a strange man to his hotel room. But then, how much of a stranger was he, considering that she already had his come gurgling around in her?

The hotel was one of the most expensive in town. No one raised an eyebrow as they waited patiently for the elevator. This was the kind of hotel where no questions were asked, though it was at the other end of the scale from five-bucks-a-night dives. In this hotel, nothing guests did was questioned, because most of them could buy and seh any one of the employees, and probably the hotel itself, if they so chose.

Maybe what I need is a sugar daddy, Jill told herself. It was a possibihty she had never really considered before.

"Here we are," he said, unlocking a door. He ushered her in politely. She studied the room-suite, rather-while he locked the door. The gold leaf trim was noticeable, without being vulgar or ostentatious.

"Why don't you, um, make yourself comfortable?"

Jill knew what he meant, and it wasn't an offer to sit down in one of the obviously comfortable chairs. After all, she had just sucked his cock dry, why shouldn't he want her out of her clothes?

"May I have a drink?" she asked. "First?"

"Be my guest," he answered. "What's your pleasure?"

"A little sherry, I think." She wanted to get a taste of luxury while she had the chance.

Pouring her a dainty glass of the dark wine, he handed it to her and then poured a Scotch on the rocks for himself. As she sipped the sherry, Jill kicked off her shoes and walked around the room. She loved the feel of the lush carpet under her bare feet. She liked, too, the feeling of being without panties, the cool touch of air on her bare crotch.

Finally, she strolled over to where the man was standing and turned her back. She lifted her hair to expose the zipper at the back of her dress. "If you please?"

She felt him fumble with the hook, and then run the zipper down to the base of her spine, then over the swell of her hips. She was glad she hadn't bothered with a bra. All she had to do to get naked was slip the fitted black sheath off.

Setting her drink aside, she turned toward him and shrugged the top of the dress forward, off her arms, baring herself to the waist. Her nipples were stiff and excited from the friction with the dress and the cocksucking she had done earlier. She warmed under his frank, appreciative stare. He studied her softly rounded breasts.

She pushed the dress down over the swell of her hips, stepped out of it and shook it out. Then, clad in only her pearl earrings and a single strand pearl necklace, she strolled across the room and hung her dress neatly over the valet in the corner.

She caught sight of herself in the mirror. Her knees were soiled from kneeling on the floor of the movie theater. Aside from that, she was flawless. "If you'll excuse me a moment, I'd like to wash up."

A few minutes in the bathroom removed the filth from her knees and took care of the biological functions. She powdered herself with the hotel's free offering and returned to the living room.

Her host hadn't moved. He was rolling his glass of Scotch between his palms. Moving with an easy, naked, feline grace and feeling the air caressing her body intimately, she picked up her sherry and sipped it, then set it down again.

"It's time you got more comfortable, I think," she told him.

She undressed him deftly. After removing each garment, she carried it clear across the room and hung it up neatly. She knew he was enjoying watching her walk around in the nude. Unexpectedly, it was building her excitement, too.

Finally he was as naked as she was. His cock jutted out in front of him, stiff and ready. They stood facing each other, sipping their drinks, letting their lust build.

The tension in Jill was up to an almost unbearable level. She, after ah, had not been sucked to an orgasm. Her sexual need was at an excruciating level. She wondered if this was how a rapist felt just before he attacked some poor helpless female.

The man opposite her was anything but helpless. He was just under six feet, and very muscular. His body was well tended the way only rich ones are-a solarium tan and the healthy glow imparted by steam baths and needle showers after brisk sessions on the squash courts.

Unable to take it any longer, Jill drained her glass and set in on the table. Feeling his eyes on her ass as she walked, she headed into the bedroom. Pausing to pull the neatly turned-down covers back up, she sat on the bed. The man was still in the living room, watching her. He hadn't moved.

Swinging her feet to the bed, she stretched out on her back and began to massage her breasts, pressing and rolling them. When she began pinching her nipples with her fingers, the man set his drink aside and headed across the living room. His cock was swaying heavily.

He stopped in the doorway, so Jill continued playing with herself. She moved one hand to her brown-fuzzed pussy, slipping a finger in and tantalizing her burning clitoris. She let her body writhe the way it wanted to. As she stimulated herself, she let her face reflect the pleasure she was feeling. Her tongue played over her parched lips.

The man moved from the doorway to the foot of the huge bed. Jill stopped playing with her breast in order to grab a pillow. Lifting her hips, she slid the pillow under her ass, tilting her pelvis to a more inviting angle. With her knees raised and her feet planted firmly on the mattress, she fingered her pussy while the man watched.

"Come on," she whispered softly. "You want it You know you want it. Think how it will feel, all hot and wet, wrapped around that beautiful, huge cock of yours. Think what it will feel like to slide your prick into my hole."

He was clenching and unclenching his hands as he stared at her.

Jill wondered what was getting into her. Proper little Jill Carson who had been a virgin at the advanced age of seventeen was behaving like a common whore. In a public movie theater she had sucked a total stranger's cock until he had come in her mouth. And now she was offering herself to him brazenly.

A muscle was jumping at the angle of his jaw as his eyes devoured her wanton nakedness. It was becoming a test of wills. He was battling to resist her invitation for as long as he could.

"Come fuck me," she purred in a throaty, hungry voice. "Come fuck me, come ram that great cock of yours up into my body. Rape me with that gorgeous phallus of yours."

His soft moan came from the depths of his being and sent a quiver through Jill. It was the sound of an animal driven beyond the limits of endurance. Her heart recoiled at the sound, but her vagina watered in anticipation.

Leaning forward, he crawled up on the bed, up between her spread thighs. His hot eyes held hers as he moved over her, his hands on either side of her, his knees between her legs.

Bracing himself on one powerful, tanned arm, he reached down and grasped his cock. He aimed it at her gaping pussy. He lowered his hips slowly.

The first thing Jill felt was the head of his cock brushing through her pubic hair. Then that marvelous knob was nestling between her labia, prying them open, seeking the ready shaft of her vagina. A slight shifting of her pelvis, and the tip of his prick was set in the entrance of her cunt.

He eased his knees back slightly, dropping his hips to get the right angle on her hole. He braced himself carefully, keeping the only point of contact between them his cock and her cunt.

Then, with a steady drive of his muscular hips, he bored his cock straight into her tight, ripple-walled vagina. He drilled straight in without stopping, until the head of his cock hit the end of her tunnel and his hips ground against the strained tendons on the insides of her thighs. She felt totally glutted with his massive phallus.

Reaching up over her head, Jill curled her fingers around the gleaming brass scrollwork of the bedstead. She spread her thighs still wider in an attempt to get even more cock into her starving pussy. Her head rolled from side to side as searing waves of ecstasy washed through her. He penetrated her so deeply that she could feel his organ stretching her cunt lengthwise as well as crosswise.

Still supporting himself on his arms, he drew his cock out of her scalding, slippery hole, and then powered it back in. His moves were smooth and even and steady and irresistible. He moved steadily and evenly and easily, in and out, in and out. His cock pistoned in her cylinder with the smoothness of a well tended machine. Thick streams of her love juices were pumped out of her clinging hole and they dribbled thickly down the crack of her ass.

Still, the only point of contact between their bodies was their sexual organs. When he was stuck in her all the way, his pubic arch pressed against hers, his hips ground against the insides of her thighs, and his cock filled her vagina clear to the end. When he drew out of her, he kept the bulbous head of his cock in her clinging hole, linking him to her.

His smooth pistoning in and out was setting the nerves of her vagina on fire. The muscular walls of her cunt began to clutch at his organ, trying to increase the friction. As it increased, her contractions grew stronger, and she rose closer and closer to her flash point.

He began moving faster. The thick, heady aroma of sex filled the room. The sucking, sticky sound of a cock pistoning in a cunt was swallowed up by the lush furnishings. She began to whimper as her pleasure became too great. Her muscles were writhing and twisting uncontrollably. She clung desperately to the shining bedstead. Her head thrashed from side to side as she screamed with lust.

She was being carnally cremated. Her vagina went into a knotting series of convulsions as the flames of her orgasm spread throughout her body. She was martyred on the spike, her guts pounded to a cream.

With a harsh grunt, he crammed the last millimeter of his prick into her convulsing hole. He added his come to hers. The semen spattering deep in her hole was gasoline on the already raging blaze. A searing fireball of pleasure swelled and engulfed her, and began pulsing in time with the convulsive eruptions of his penis.

He dropped down onto her at last, crushing her into the soft mattress. The spurtings of his prick slowly faded to mere twitching. Then he began to soften.

Jill sensed the aching relief of her ribs slowly springing back into shape as his weight was removed from them. She felt drained and empty. When he mentioned something about another drink, she got to her feet and followed him into the living room.

They sat side by side on the couch. Jill could feel come oozing out of her pussy and forming a damp spot on the expensive satin upholstery. She sat with her legs crossed, not in order to conceal her drenched snatch, but because it was a lady-like way to sit, even though she was stark naked.

When he put his arm around her shoulders, she slid over closer to him. She placed one hand on his power ful, hairy thigh and sipped her sherry. He was smoking a cigarette, leaning forward from time to time to tap the ashes into the ashtray on the coffee table. He was skillfully holding both the drink and the cigarette in his right hand, leaving his left free to cup her bare shoulder.

After stubbing out his cigarette, he let his left hand ease over until his fingertips brushed the upper slope of her breast.

Jill's heart began beating quickly as she thought about what might come next. She wanted him again: her cunt wanted him again.

His fingers reached farther downward, and barely touched the stiff pink tip of her nipple. She looked straight ahead, feeling him watching her as he teased her tit. She kept her expression cool and blank, in spite of the gut-knotting excitement that was growing in her.

When he tried to reach more of her breast, she let the pressure of his arm on her shoulders guide her and eased down slightly. He curled his fingers over the entire, warm mound of her breast. He lifted and massaged her smoothly curved, yielding flesh, weighing it, testing its softness.

Jill sipped tensely at her sherry, barely tasting it.

Leaving the breast he had been caressing, he shifted his hand to the other one. He stroked it, his fingers feeling rough and harsh on her distended nipple. Soon both her tits were feeling swollen and deliciously aching from the attention.

Her glass was empty. Her mouth was dry. She decided to hurry things along a little. Gently, she eased his hand off her breast and put his arm along the back of the sofa. "Excuse me," she said, holding up her empty glass.

Trying desperately to be casual, she got to her feet and went over to the row of bottles. Her hand trembled as she filled her glass half full. Then she turned and held up the bottle of Scotch, questioningly.

"No thanks," he answered, p Her gentle shrug made her breasts shift sensuously. She sipped some sherry as she strolled back to the couch. His eyes never left her. His cock was hah erect again.

She started to sit down next to him, where she had been, then, instead of sitting next to him, she stretched out on her back, and rested her shoulders on his bare thighs. The position made her entire body readily accessible to him. She sipped her sherry as if it was the most normal thing in the world, to lie across a man's lap, offering herself to him.

He took immediate advantage of her pose, and slid a hand over her breast. His hand felt very strong as he fondled her boobs, pinched and rolled her nipples.

She tried to keep her building lust from showing on her face. Her pussy was getting hotter and wetter as he played with her tits. In the mirror across the room she could see herself and him. She was a graceful, naked series of curves as she lounged on the couch. His strong, hairy hand formed a nice contrast to the sleek, smooth grace of her torso.

He slid his hand lower, down her slender belly, down to her crotch. She let her thighs open as he slipped his finger into her crack. He ran his finger the length of her crevice, then slipped it into her come-glutted vagina.

She was burning up inside. Flames of lust were roaring higher and higher in her lush body as the naked stranger probed her steaming cunt with his strong, determined hand. He pushed his finger deep inside her vagina, then worked a second one in next to it, stretching her hole. Then he drew his fingers out of her, and smeared her smooth belly with sticky liquid. He eased two fingers into her slit again and rolled her clit into a knot of fire.

It was a tremendous strain to keep her lust from showing. She had to fight to keep her breathing even. Shivers wracked her as she kept her hips from rolling and twisting the way they wanted to roll and twist.

He shifted his legs under her, and something hot and hard bumped against the back of her neck. Casually, she reached up and curled her fingers around his stiff, erect phallus. It was sticky and crusty from their earlier sessions. A new flow of secretions made her thumb slip on the rubbery glans.

She set her empty glass on the coffee table, and let her free hand rest across her belly to hide the convulsions wracking it. His fingers were still massaging her clitoris. She didn't dare look up at him. She concentrated instead on a spot on the wall. She could feel him looking down at her nude body. The single strand of pearls was still around her throat.

When he slid his hand out of her cunt, she felt both relief and loss. He eased his hand under her ass, and lifted. He wanted her to roll over? Obediently, she turned over onto her stomach. She rested her cheek on his thigh, let her back sag, and pressed her belly into the couch. The globes of her ass gleamed invitingly. She eyed his stiff prick and fiddled with it gently.

Touching the tip of it with her thumb, she drew a spider strand of juice out between her thumb and his cock head.

She felt his hand caress the smooth swellings of her buttocks. He cupped each, measuring their softness and curve. Then he eased a finger into the crack of her ass.

She curled her hand around his phallus and studied it. She could see the soft, protruding structure that contained his urethra, the hard flanks, the pale skin and bulging veins. The skin of the shaft formed a point that aimed toward the tip, reminding her vaguely of a Valentine.

She wasn't used to being probed around the ass. His fingers prying into the crack there sent a flash of itching pleasure through her. She had an urge to raise her ass to encourage him.

His fingers slipped deeper, farther down. It touched her anus. She moaned involuntarily. He pressed and twisted his finger against the tight, resisting sphincter, sending a searing jolt of pleasure and pain ripping up through her body. She tried to crap without crapping, to admit him into her body through that intimate, inviolate opening.

He complied, boring his finger into the tight hole with a steady twisting motion.

Her grip on his cock tightened convulsively and a thick wave spilled down from its peak and over her hand. She had thought she had experienced it all before. This sure shattered that illusion.

She got to her knees to give him better access to her butt. She had her head on his thighs, her ass high in the air. She prayed he would ram his finger farther into her aching ass.

He did, and she moaned with pleasure. She felt his finger slip up into her bowels, felt her rectal ring being violated by his hard, dry finger. It was a blazing, burning pain, and unbelievable pleasure.

She clung to his cock as if it were a treasure. His balls were two inches from her face. They were shifting around in their thin, dark sack. Opening her lips, she mouthed his testicles tenderly. Unable to get them both in her mouth at the same time, she drew one in, tongued it, then exchanged it for the other one. She felt the rubbery ovoids shift and squirm, felt the thin, hollow cord that carried the sperm to his cock.

He slid his ass forward on the couch, and spread his thighs so she had better access to his balls. She took advantage of his changed position by licking the underside of his scrotum.

He crammed his finger all the way into her asshole. The knuckles of his other fingers ground into the valley between her buttocks.

He wiggled his finger in her rectum and she thought she was going to die it felt so fantastic. Still mouthing his testicles, she worked her free hand up under her face and found his asshole. It was right next to her mouth. While she licked his cod and the hard foundation of his cock, she bored a finger into the resisting ring of his anus.

His fingers knotted in her hair and he dragged her away from his balls. He lifted her head and guided it over his cock, then forced her down on his prick. He forced her to take his oozing cock in her mouth. He twisted his finger deep in her asshole.

She crammed her own finger up his tail, into his greasy bowels. She took his cock clear to the back of her throat. Her anus spasmed around the finger that was buggering her. Her vagina was pouring waves of fluid down the insides of her thighs, weeping with frustration again.

An orgasm was growing in her violated guts. That wonderful fireball of pleasure was swelling and pulsing every time he moved his finger in her ass. She sucked blood to the head of his phallus, bobbed her head on his prick, scrubbed her tongue around and around the oozing glans.

Cramming her head down on his towering cock, she worked her lips as if she were eating an oversized piece of spaghetti, and she got his cock a little further down her throat. Her efforts stimulated another wave of stinging secretions from him. She bored her finger farther up into his hot, gummy rectum. His hips surged up, and slammed his prick still farther down her throat. With the fingers of her right hand, she pumped the part of his phallus she couldn't fit into her mouth. She thrust the longest finger of her left into his intestinal opening.

As she pumped her head up and down her brown tresses flapped around her face, tickling his belly and thighs. She was coming. Her vagina was spasming and clenching on emptiness yet again. But this time her anus was clenching and unclenching around his finger as he worked it in and out of her tail. She used the anesthesia of her orgasm to drive his cock farther down her throat. With the finger she had rammed up into his body, she felt his prostate give a jerk and begin to pulse like a pump. Thick gouts of sperm burst from his convulsing cock and spattered down her throat.

Her anus clutching his finger, she came. She absorbed his orgasm at the same time. Wave after wave of come poured down her throat as his anus spasmed around her finger, and her' anus spasmed around his, and her vagina poured its come down her thighs.

When she began to black out from lack of air, she heaved up away from his cock, and let his last spurts spatter her soft cheeks. Then she laid her head on his lap. Her nose was just fractions of an inch from where her finger was swallowed up by his asshole.

Her orgasm continued, burned away until there was no fuel left in her and then faded to aching coals. Her bowel spasmed and she crapped out his finger. Her knees skidded on the satin upholstery as she stretched out full length again and put her head in his lap. His cock drooped over onto her cheek when she released it.

When he got up, tumbling her head onto the couch, she didn't move. He left her lying there, face down, and went to the bathroom. She heard the shower running. Then she heard him moving around the living room, heard his belt buckle clank. Then she sensed him standing over her. She rolled onto her back and looked up at him.

He was wearing his bathrobe. Two bills fluttered down to her stomach, then a third.

"The going rate, I believe," he said.

Still dazed and exhausted, she took the money. He thought she was a prostitute!

"Your dress," he said, throwing it at her.

Totally numb, she shrugged it on over her head, settled it around her hips, got her arms in, and got herself covered. As she tried to zip it up she stepped into her shoes.

"Let me do that," he offered, quickly zipping her up.

The he walked her to the door, opened it, and gently pushed her out into the empty corridor.

For a moment she just stood there, stunned, still smelling the come that had spattered her face. Then she felt the crumpled bills in her fist and started to hurl them away. Thinking better of it, she opened her hand and flattened out the three paper rectangles.

Three one hundred dollar bids. And her finger smelled of shit.

Feeling hollow, she walked to the elevator.