Chapter 9
Connie had taken a taxi to the cocktail lounge. It was almost empty, and she sat at a little table in the corner. At precisely five-fifteen, Jerry walked in, saw her, and came over.
"Lady," he said, smiling down at her, "I hope you're all ready for a workout!"
Connie almost choked on her drink. Ready? She was only hoping she wouldn't soak the seat of the chair she was sitting in!
Jerry sat down and ordered them a drink.
"What's in the shopping bag?" he asked, indicating a plastic bag on the floor next to her legs.
"Oh, just a few things that I saw in a store window. I had the cab stop. You can see later."
He smiled, and stared at her. He thought she looked more beautiful than he'd ever seen her. She was dressed in a simple jersey dress that stopped at mid-thigh. The brown material showed every curve of her body, and Jerry knew that her fantastic tits were braless again!
Below the skirt, she wore black stockings and black, patent-leather boots.
"Quite a teenybopper you are today!" he said, when the drinks arrived.
"Oh?" she asked, lifting her glass. "Don't you like the way I'm dressed?"
She seemed a little on the defensive. He quickly tried to reassure her.
"Of course I like the way you're dressed. I was just thinking that you look more beautiful today than I've ever seen you."
Connie smiled, took another sip of her drink, and asked casually, "Did you make arrangements for a room?"
"Right," he answered. "A motel I've used before. The owner's a good friend. No problems!" Connie finished her cocktail with one gulp. "Then let's go fuck!" she hissed at him. He paid the check with trembling Angers and led her out the door and to his car.
The motel was located several miles out of town, and Connie enjoyed the drive. Most of her life seemed to center around the little trailer park. She seldom went away from that area any farther than she could walk.
Jerry pulled around to the back parking lot of the rather glamorous establishment and braked to a stop in front of Room I'll. The key was already discretely in the door.
"You're quite an operator," she said. He smiled, went around and opened her door, then locked the car up.
"Lovely," she said, when they got inside the room. It was an attractive motel, definitely the kind frequented by successful businessmen. On the bureau was a tray containing a bucket of ice, various-sized glasses, a selection of whiskeys and mixes.
Jerry had already removed his jacket and was taking off his tie. She watched until he had peeled off his shirt and slipped out of his trousers. Then she stopped him, leaving him standing in only socks and cotton briefs.
"Wait until I slip into something more comfortable," she said.
The man stood in the center of the room, breathing hard, a thick bulge already beginning to show in his crotch.
Connie walked into the bathroom, taking the plastic shopping bag with her.
"How about fixing us a drink?" she called over her shoulder.
"Sure thing," Jerry said. He went to the bureau and began mixing highballs. By the time he'd finished he heard the bathroom door open and Connie walked out. He turned to hand her a drink and almost dropped the glasses!
She was still wearing the patent-leather boots and black stockings, but the stockings were held up with a black garter belt, and she wore black bikini panties as well. But when he looked at her breasts he almost fainted!
Her brassiere was black too. And leather!
"Holy shit!" he gasped. He quickly set the drinks down before they spilled in his trembling hands.
Connie walked over, calmly picked up the two drinks, and held his out.
"You want me to hold it for you? You seem to be a little shaky."
"No, no," he said, taking the drink and gulping deeply.
Connie took a long swig of her own drink. Jerry had mixed them very strong. She smiled a little ruefully. It was a shame, she thought, that he would have to reverse the roles after he'd gone to so much trouble to pull off this macho shit!
"Take a good long drink, Jerry baby," she said, toasting him. "You're going to need it!"
He stared at her for a long moment, and then he took his drink and finished it off quickly.
"Better make another one!"
There was something in her voice that told him to do what she said. He fixed them each another strong highball.
Connie switched some dials on the wall, and suddenly there was a soft rock music floating out at them from out of nowhere! Then she turned a switch and the room was bathed in a soft light, almost shadows of gold and orange.
Her skin looked like a sunset. She was moving about like a panther, drinking her highball as she walked. He noticed again the athletic spring of her soft muscles.
Then she was standing in front of him, with an expression on her face of pure lust and hatred.
"Get down on your knees!" she snarled.
He sank slowly down on his weakening knees. He looked up at her and saw a figure of total dominance standing over him.
"I knew it!" she hissed. "I knew the first time you pulled that big seduction scene on the beach what you wanted! I knew you could be my slave! I just had to wait until the dream was ready to happen--"
"The dream?" he said.
"Never mind!" she snapped. "Crawl over there and take your belt off your trousers!"
"My--my--belt?"
"You heard me!"
Jerry started to stand up. Connie planted the sole of her left boot against his chest and shoved him roughly back onto the floor.
"CRAWL!" she growled down at him.
The man was too surprised to do anything except obey. He crawled on his hands and knees to the bed, and yanked the black leather belt off the dark blue trousers that had been thrown there.
"Now bring it back in your mouth, you fucking dog!" she hissed.
He stared at her for almost a minute. Then he realized that his cock was so hard and throbbing he was afraid he'd lose his load on the spot. The cotton briefs tented out in front of him obscenely. His heart began to race.
"Bring it back in your mouth, I said!"
He placed the belt in his mouth and tasted the leather. He wondered if her brassiere would taste the same way, and another hot, sinking feeling spread through his groin.
He crawled back across the floor with the belt in his mouth.
"Drop it! she said, her voice continuing to hiss, "you seemed to like the taste of leather. Maybe you'd like to see how my boots taste. Would you?"
He looked straight up at her, suddenly resenting the humiliation she was putting him through. "Shit, no!"
She swung her hand down and smacked him across the face, hard. It was interesting, she thought, to see tears spring into the eyes of a man as ruggedly masculine as Jerry.
Her hand print was across his cheek, but he only continued to stare at her.
"NOW GET DOWN THERE AND LICK THE POLISH OFF!" she commanded.
Hardly realizing what he was doing, Jerry bent his head down and began to run his tongue roughly over the top of her black boot. After he had given several laps with his tongue, making the patent leather glisten, she barked at him.
"THE OTHER ONE!"
He switched his mouth to the top of her other boot and began to lick the entire surface, making it glisten with his spit like the first one.
She stepped away from him.
"Get on your face!"
He knelt down until his elbows and face rested in the carpet.
"Now lift your ass up!" she spat out her command.
He raised his ass as high in the air as he could, forcing himself to push the top of his head into the floor.
She walked around behind him and crouched down. Slowly, she hooked her fingers under the elastic waistband of his shorts and tugged. The cotton material began to travel over his hard ass, and she kept pulling until the shorts were around his knees.
Then she picked up the belt and made a loop out of it. She rubbed the leather over and around his muscular ass cheeks, and then pushed the end of the loop up into the slightly hairy crack. She knew when the little mound of leather had pressed into his hole.
"How do you like the feel of leather on your ass, Jerry?" she cooed. "Leather can be so soft and cool, almost like a kiss. And then it can be cruel and hot as a branding iron. It can tear and burn and scar your flesh like a blowtorch!"
His spine gave a little shudder, and goose flesh appeared on the firm buttocks.
Connie's cunt was on fire! She felt complete control over this man. Soon he wouldn't stop at death itself to do what she wanted!
She bent her head down and began to lick wetly over his cheeks. She shoved her face deeply into the crack and let her tongue probe.
He exhaled a slow hiss.
Then she stood up, grabbed the buckle of the belt in her hand and swung the leather down hard against the muscular cheeks that were still damp from her spit.
THWACK!
The ass jerked, and Jerry crushed his mouth into the carpeted floor to keep from screaming.
THWANG! the belt descended again. This time a red welt had appeared from the first lash, and the second one crisscrossed it.
"OWWWW! OWWW, GOD! PLEASE!"
He had thrown his head up, and the words he groaned sounded like he was close to orgasm.
"ON YOUR BACK!" she screamed at him.
He rolled over and immediately felt the carpet sting the welts on his ass. It was the sensation of a thousand little hot needles.
She looked down and saw that his cock was waving back and forth in the air, jerking and throbbing. Some drops of clear fluid were running down the back, forming a little puddle at the top of his big balls. The expression on his face was sheer passion!
"Pull your legs back!" she snapped at him, still holding the belt in her hand.
He pulled his legs up and grasped them around the knees, pulling them back as hard as he could.
"What do you want to do?" she snarled.
"I--I--want to--fuck you," he whispered.
Her foot shot out and she kicked him savagely in one buttock.
"AGGGHH!" he cried.
"Now tell me what you want to do!"
His eyes stared up at her, glassy from fright and lust.
"I--I--want to suck your pussy!" he groaned.
Connie slipped the black panties down. She had worn them over the garter straps. When she was free of them she was still dressed in the boots, stockings, and garter belt. Her large breasts strained against the black leather brassiere. Droplets of sweat were forming in the valley between the golden hills.
He looked up through her magnificent thighs and saw the brown-haired pussy lips open and swell before him. They became fatter and fatter as he stared, finally parting and revealing the pink, wet flesh beneath.
Her thighs bent forward, and he noticed that she was beginning to crouch, her strong legs supporting her completely.
His mouth began to water as he saw the cunt descend, getting closer to his open lips by the second.
Then his nostrils detected the first scents of a mature woman's passion. The aroma floated over and around his head like a strange opium. He opened his mouth like a baby bird begging to be fed. The fat pussy lips closed over him, and he went wild!
His tongue shot in and began to explore the inner walls. He felt her begin to grip and pull, and he let her manipulate him until she tired of the muscle work and he took over again.
He licked deeply up and in now, and felt her push down harder. She was shoving his chin up inside as well, and in a moment he thought of trying to insert his entire head. His nose began to massage her erect clitoris, and she yanked him by the hair until his mouth was over the erect knob. He began to suck it wildly, pulling it through his lips and swirling the end with his tongue.
Connie grunted loudly as she bucked her crotch into his face.
"Eat my snatch, you miserable fucking dog!"
Her words made him work harder. He began to scrunch his mouth up farther inside, sucking and tonguing frantically!
She had never been eaten out this hard, and she almost cried out in triumph that she had made this man her slave!
His mouth was sucking so hard that she felt he'd tear her womb right out of her body!
Then her orgasm crashed down over her, the first one of the day, the one she had driven herself to exhaustion to achieve! She grabbed his hair and yanked it so hard some of it came out in her hands.
"UUMGPH!" he cried in pain, his mouth still deeply buried in her vagina.
She held his hair tightly in her hands and began to grind and smash against his face, rubbing her cunt raw against his bristly whiskers.
"AGHHH! AGHHH! EEAAH!" she moaned loudly, bucking harder and harder, letting every last ember of her explosion smolder and flame.
He lapped with his tongue, catching every drop of her fluids, swallowing them down his throat and searching for more.
Finally, her frantic hunching slowed down, and she let the last exquisite tingles of her climax throb over his tongue.
She pulled her snatch away and stood up. The man was moaning insanely, his cock throbbing pitifully, looking for release.
He was in nirvana, and his tongue was making circles over his lips, searching for more of the pussy juice.
"GET ON YOUR HANDS AND KNEES!" she shouted.
He rolled over with no protest and took the position she ordered. "Now jerk yourself off!"
"Oh, please, please--" he begged, "please let me fuck you!"
She had grabbed the belt again and it swung down hard against his ass, swiping across both cheeks at once.
"Jerk it!" she snarled.
He began to frig his big club.
THWANG! the belt landed even harder. His buttocks were a bright scarlet now.
"Oh, Jesus! Please don't!" he began to sob.
"JERK IT HARDER!"
He began to beat his meat furiously, slamming his fist up and down as hard as he could. THWACK!
The belt landed again, and fireworks exploded in his brain.
"AAAEEEGGHHH!! ! " he choked.
His head hit the floor again, but he was still jerking himself wildly. His ass began to dance around under her, twitching and contracting.
"Beat my fucking ass, you goddamn bitch!" he cried. "Beat the shit out of me! Oh, Mama! Oh, Mama! Beat your little boy!"
She let the black leather cut into the soft flesh of his ass cheeks for several more blows, and then he was babbling out of control and she knew he would be coming all over the carpet.
She shot her foot out, kicked him roughly in the side, and sent him sprawling over onto his back once more.
His eyes stared up at her and his mouth opened wide.
She reached back and tore off her leather brassiere. Then she bent over and shoved as much of the material in his mouth as she could.
"Chew it!" she snarled.
He chewed on the leather for several seconds, savoring the taste of the sweat that had clung there.
"AGGHH!" he gagged, and his cock exploded!
Large splashes of the white fluid hit his stomach and chest. The cock exploded jet after jet of the heavy cream, while he rolled his hips from side to side, beating his meat furiously.
Finally, the spasms stopped. Connie went to the bureau, fixed them both a drink and handed him his.
He was sitting up now, shaking his head.
She sat on the bed and curled her legs up. He took several gulps of his highball and looked over at her. She smiled.
"How does your ass feel?" she asked coyly.
"Sore," he answered.
"Too bad!" she snapped. "You shouldn't be eating out married women in motel rooms!"
He didn't know whether to laugh or get angry. He stood up, finished his drink and put the glass down on the bureau.
"Now," Connie said, stretching out and spreading her thighs, "why don't you go in there and clean up! When you come back, I might let you put a finger in here." She pulled open her pussy lips and let him take a good look. "Or I might even let you fuck it. But first, you have to wash off-all that nasty shit!"
He felt his knees go weak, and he trotted off obediently to the bathroom.