Chapter 9
Tuesday night rolled around, and so did Cyrus and the others, right on schedule. The judge's name-he was also the mayor-was John Fuller, and the chief of police was Clyde Beetle.
As usual, Stella served them a buffet dinner in the lower rooms and then took them up to her part of the house for drinks.
She excused herself for a moment to check with Jack. When he assured her that everything was ready to go, she returned to the room.
In a loud voice, she went down the line, stopping at each man in turn and openly discussing the many times they had been out to the house to fuck and suck her and the girls. All three of the men loved the dirty way Stella talked about fucking them and, just as loudly, joined in the conversation.
Then she brought up the subject of the money she had been paying them for so long, to let her keep her operation going. The men, just as openly, agreed with her, even down to saying how much they had been paid.
When Stella was sure that she had enough on tape to incriminate them, she moved to the center of the room.
"Boys," she said, "always in the past we've gone to our own rooms for the evening's entertainment. Tonight, the girls and I would like to change things a little."
"Don't tell me you ain't gonna fuck us tonight, little darling'," Cyrus said. "I'm afraid I'd have to call my deputies if you did that!"
"Oh, no, Cyrus," Stella said. "Believe me, we're gonna fuck you all like you've never been fucked before. Only, tonight, we're gonna do it orgy-style-all of us right here in this room together!"
John, Cyrus and Clyde were overjoyed.
Stella laughed. "And to get things started, Janice and Norma are gonna put on a little show for you. But first, let's everybody have one more drink!"
As soon as the round was over, the two girls took off their clothes. Then, to get everybody in the proper mood, they got down onto the sea of pillows scattered about on the floor, and after a little preliminary kissing and petting, they got their heads between each other's thighs and wildly staring eating pussy.
The three men went bananas. Any of the three who didn't already have a hard-on got one quick as the girls' educated, lusty tongues darted out to titillate and probe each other's cunts. Without waiting too long, they rolled over on the pillows and shifted positions. They broke apart and each girl lay on her back, legs parted, their exposed pussies wet and open.
"Lunch is served!" one of the girls announced.
There was a moment of awkward, bashful holding back, as if each of the three men present was reluctant to go first. Who stripped off his clothes and started the proceedings, or in what order they followed, was not important. But as soon as the first man cast off his self-consciousness, it was no holds barred. They all had a go at it, sampling first the blonde, then the redhead, and vice versa, until they all had their fill of cunt-eating.
After that, there was no orderly fashion as to how things happened. Cocks were sucked. Cunts were plugged front and back.
And all of it was recorded on film.
While noises of fucking filled the room-wet sucking, slurping, grunting, sighing and giggling-as one fuck led to another. The floor and the pillows became a mess of booze, sweat and cum.
Stella stood off to one side of the goings-on, watching, enjoying the mad jumble of sexual maneuvers taking place before her until finally the whole thing got too much for her, and she had to have a piece of the action herself.
She stripped off her clothes and was about to dive into the melee, when Clint appeared.
"How's it going?" he asked.
"See for yourself ... fantastic! C'mon, get naked! Let's join in!"
He smiled. "Oh, no. No way, baby," Clint said. "Not in front of those cameras. I don't want you having anything like this on me!"
"Suit yourself," Stella said coolly.
"I will," he replied, leering. "I'll just join Jack in the other room and watch the show!"
Clint left and Stella chose Clyde from the writhing bodies on the floor. She'd fucked him before and knew he wasn't much more than a one-shot. So, considering he'd already dropped a big load into Norma's cunt, Stella knew he might be hard to get up again right away.
But Stella was a pro.
"C'mon, Clyde," she purred, pulling him from the pile. "Old Stella wants your cock!"
"Jeez, Stella," he groaned. "I think I gotta rest for a minute."
"Bullshit, Clyde," she laughed. "You let me worry about that!"
She began by slithering her naked body over him like a snake, massaging him with her big tits, smearing him with the juice from her inflamed pussy. She fed him her tits and then rubbed the drenched, open lips of her cunt over his face, lingering at his mouth long enough for him to sample her syrupy wetness.
Aroused to a pitch where she could do him full justice, she slid down to his cock. She jiggled his balls and ran her hands over his belly and tickled his ass, exciting him even more. Then she worked the foreskin back off the head of his dick and held it that way while she grazed the exposed head with her tongue until the strength of her sexual stimulation had him full size again, straining so hard that the veins in his cock stood out like cords.
She fitted her lips tightly over the head of his dick and let it slide as far back into her throat as it would go, sucking and licking until his body was gorged with pleasure. Then she pulled off him.
Eyes glazed, body drawn tight as a strung bow, he groaned in frustration. "Oh, no, Stella ... God, no! Don't stop now! Not now!"
Stella looked at him and smiled. "Got to, darling. It's fuck time."
She lifted herself to her knees and crawled up to straddle him and fit his raging prick into her wringing wet cunt. He slid into her like a size seven foot going into a ten shoe.
Once he was deep inside her, she snuggled him in her flesh. Then, wrapping both arms around his middle, she rolled over so that he was on top of her. As he began to move against her, Stella let her legs creep up to encircle him. Then, with a desperate fury, she tried to work herself to a fever for him.
But it wasn't there. He wasn't the lover that Clint or half her other customers were. He was boring. But she put on a good show for Jack's camera, and made sure old Clyde's face was always in the shot.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Clyde was chanting as he tried to find the walls of her cunt with his cock.
"Take advantage of it, honey," Stella breathed. "It's the last freebie you're gonna get."
"Huh!" Clyde grunted. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing, nothing, Clyde," she said. "Pull it out and eat me a little. Maybe that'll get you harder."
He pushed away from her, his dick barely making a sound when it slid from her big cunt. "Oh, shit," he groaned as he stared down at her.
The raging pinkness of her cunt, sneaking with her juices, was spread wide before his ogling eyes.
"EAT IT!" Stella hissed. She was chuckling to herself. That should make a good eyeful for the camera ... and maybe the bastard can get me off at the same time!
Clyde licked his lips and dropped to all fours between her legs. His lips kissed her slick, smooth cunt and she arched her back, grinding her hairy cunt lips against his mouth and the darting tip of his tongue.
She reached down between her legs and found the head of his prick. Vigorously, she massaged it as slickly as his tongue pounded and stroked her seething, wet, rigid clitoris.
Clyde got the message and swiveled around.
As her mouth went all the way over his cock, he dove into the warm wetness of her pussy. His tongue sank to its core and he hollowed his cheeks to suck the juice from Stella's body.
He stiffened. He gave all his attention suddenly to her mouth on his cock. He could hardly believe it, but he was at the point of going off again.
Stella had both arms around his buttocks. Her thumb brushed his asshole. His hips rose and fell, jamming his prick into her throat. At her touch, his asshole flew open, taking the plunging thumb. The surprise of her thumb, jabbing deeply into his rectum, was more than Clyde's balls could take.
With a violent jerk, he shot his cum into her mouth and she jammed even harder into his asshole with her thumb and added a finger. His balls poured more than their usual load of juice into her swallowing, tugging mouth.
He stiffened over her mouth. Her lips worked hard and fast around his prick, sucking the last drop of jism from his depleted balls.
He poured cock juice into her, her throat contracting, trying to get air along with the cream. He fucked her head in short, ramming strokes. Her thumb was firmly anchored in his asshole. He felt her thumb move in a circle inside his rectum, driving the sensitive nerves there to howling happiness.
When his dick was limp, it slipped from Stella's mouth and she rolled her head to the side to look around the room.
The orgy was over. Janice and Norma were still ripe and raring for action, but the guys had had it. There wasn't a fuck or a drop of cum left in them, collectively. They lay sprawled out around the room, on the pillows, hoping perhaps that by some miracle, the starch would return to their shriveled pricks. The two girls hung over the portable bar, drowning their frustrations in alcohol.
"Gentlemen," Stella announced, "I think that's about it for tonight."
"Yeah," Cyrus agreed.
"You bet your ass," John panted. "I couldn't come again with a new dick!"
They dressed and left. At the door, Cyrus held out his hand.
"I'm a little short this week, Cyrus," Stella said. "Can you pick it up day after tomorrow?"
"Sure, kid," Cyrus said. "We trust you. In the meantime, the gang will see you next Tuesday night, as usual."
Like fuck you will, you prick! Stella hissed to herself as she closed the door behind him and hurried into the next room.
"Did you get it all?" she asked Jack.
"Sure did," the young man smilingly replied. "And all in living color. Wow, can that blonde and redhead ever fuck!"
"They sure can," Stella said. "And those guys can't! Why don't you just go out there and finish them off? It's on the house. Believe me, they need it!"
"Glad to oblige," Jack grinned, ripping at his clothes as he ran through the door.
Stella turned to Clint and grabbed his hand. "C'mon. Those old men fuck like old men! My pussy is screaming for a good prick. There aren't any cameras in here ... let's fuck!"
Clint was more than willing. Witnessing the orgy had turned him on as much as being a part of it had turned Stella on.
He ripped at his clothes. They reached the bed, and he fell in beside her, naked. He rolled between her thighs and pressed the head of his dick against her already well-fucked cuntlips.
Stella threw her legs even wider apart for his entrance. "Yes, yes," she moaned. "Give me your cock, Clint! Fill me clear up with your beautiful man-meat, my lover!"
She started to scream, but fell to quiet mewling when she felt his powerful cock pressing against the pulp of her cuntal lips. It stretched her wide open, as though a big arm were pushing into her cunt. It delighted her. It filled her body with ecstasy. Her cunt became completely filled with his giant prick.
Clint fed his cock into her an inch at a time, allowing her hungry hole to savor each bite before he gave a gentle shove and rammed the big thickness deeper into the wet, juicy depths of her throbbing pussy.
The head of his huge prick felt like a hot fist as it reamed her sopping cunt. It penetrated deeply, driving farther and farther into her belly until she was sure she would soon feel it between her tits and eventually in the depths of her throat.
"It's in you," he groaned. "It's all the way in you and it's so fucking good. You've got all my cock in your pussy, baby!"
"Ohhhhh, yeah," Stella rasped. Her fingers dug into the hard cheeks of his ass and urged him on. "Your meat is so far up me, I can't believe I can take so big a thing so easy in my pussy!"
"Feel all right? Is it good?" he asked.
"Yeah ... shit, yeah! Give it to me ... split me with it! Faster, Clint, ram it into me faster! Ohhh, fuck me, lover, fuck me ... FUCK ME!"
"Grind your bone against me, baby," he moaned. "Fuck me back with your cunt!"
He groaned in total bliss. His cock was smoothly fucking in and out of her velvety pussy. He ground his pelvic bone against hers with force until his prick was again buried to its root in her belly and his balls battered her ass.
They settled into a rhythm, fucking in and out in long, even strokes, and jarring each other with their bodies as they pounded.
Stella's body felt crushed into the mattress, yet she squirmed as she used her fingers to pull at his buttocks, trying to yank his long, thick, throbbing cock even deeper into her hole.
Then they both came together. Clint felt his cum flow in long, steady, steamy spurts from the pulsating head of his cock as her body responded, lifting them both from the bed in quivering passion.
Stella screamed. Her voice was breaking, filling with sobs of joy and pleasure as she shrieked out how wonderful it was. He told her how tight and thrilling her pussy was for him, how beautiful her face and her tits looked when they were right at the peak of passion.
"More! Oh, shit, give me more! Don't stop, Clint ... fuck my ass off, fuck my brains out!"
"Oh, no, honey," he said. "Got to save some for later!"
"You're still a prick!" Stella hissed, and then smiled. "But you know what?"
"What?"
"In spite of everything, I think I might be falling in love with you again."
"I kind of figured you would ... eventually," he said, a cocky smile on his face.
Two days later, Stella showed the films and played the tapes for Cyrus. He screamed, he ranted, he raved. But, in the end, he wept. There was no doubt about it, if the voters ever saw and heard them, he would be run out of town. If his wife saw them, he would be killed.
He spoke as well for John and Clyde. They all agreed to get off Stella's back.
For months, everything went as smoothly as glass. The money rolled in, and soon Stella hired several more girls. Life was good. She and Norma and Janice stopped turning tricks, except when someone appealed to them. Of course, a lot of men appealed to them, but if a man didn't satisfy their craving pussies, then that man never got to fuck them again.
Clint dropped around less often. Stella thought that perhaps he'd gotten tired of her pussy, after all, and had gotten himself a mistress. She'd heard that Trixie had become a total drunk and Clint had put her away in some home.
Then he called.
"Hi, baby. Listen, how about some lunch?"
"How about some fucking first?" Stella laughed.
"Meet me at Hal's, on the edge of town," he said, and hung up.
How romantic, Stella thought, he's going to take me to a nice steak house and then to a motel. Just like the old days!
How wrong she was.
He was waiting for her, sipping a drink as she slipped into the booth. He didn't mince words. His voice was hard and cold.
"It's like this, baby. I'm your new boss."
"How do you figure that, Clint?" Stella said.
"Because Jack gave me a second copy of the films you made, along with a tape of some conversations the two of you had. You get a lot of years for blackmail in this state."
"You wouldn't!" Stella cried.
"The hell I wouldn't. I got nothin' to lose and you got nothin' on me anymore."
"How do you figure? How about the robbery?"
"Ever hear of the statute of limitations?" he smiled. "It ran out six months ago."
Stella stared coldly into his eyes. "What do you want?"
"No more than the boys got ... fifty percent."
Stella's mind was working like a jet engine as she drove back to the house. The first thing she did was call Sissy.
"Copy every record you can get your hands on ... and then quit!"
"QUIT?"
"That's what I said," Stella replied. "And then get your cute little ass over here!"
For two days, Stella and Cissy went over Clint's books and records. At the end of that time she gathered everything together and called the Internal Revenue Service.
"Jesus," Sissy said, "they'll put him away for a hundred years!"
"They sure will," Stella said, an icy gleam in her eye.
"But what about you ... the blackmail thing?"
"Shit, Sissy," Stella replied, "we'll be long fucking gone by then!"
Jeff Hodges had been the night desk clerk at Oro's Desert Motel for nine years. He'd seen a lot of beautiful women pass through on their way to Reno, but nothing to compare with the four standing in front of him right now.
Just watching them register had given him a gigantic hard-on that threatened to burst his pants.
"By the way, my name's Stella," said the one with the biggest tits. "Can you bring some ice down to our rooms?"
"Sure," he gulped, "sure can."
As soon as they were gone, Jeff put the switchboard on hold and filled two huge ice buckets. He was panting as he ran to their room.
He knocked on the door. It opened and he was jerked inside.
"OH, MY SHIT!"
Standing in front of him were the four most gorgeous naked women he had ever seen.
"Come over here!" Stella commanded, motioning at Jeff.
Jeff, feeling rather like a swimmer surrounded by sharks, moved away from the wall. Stella grasped his hand and pulled it in between her legs. He squeezed her hot cunt and groaned out loud. Norma moved to him, seized his other hand, and shoved it into her crotch.
Jeff couldn't believe what was happening to him. Here he was, standing in a room in the midst of these naked women. His head began to swim dizzily as the blood rushed to his swollen cock. His hands were tugged from cunt to cunt, until he lost all track of which pussy he was feeling at the moment.
He heard someone say, "Let's get his prick out!"
"Let me!" someone else volunteered.
He felt his fly being torn open but couldn't have resisted if he'd wanted to, since both of his hands were wedged tightly up creamy cunts. His giant dick burst out and at least three of the girls gasped in admiration.
"What have we got here?" Stella rasped. "Holy Christ, look at the size of it!"
They all lost interest in his hands then. Four pairs of hands ripped at his clothing as he stood, swaying, and in seconds he was as naked as they.
"Ohhhhh, let me suck on it!" Janice whimpered.
"Yeah, let's all give it a good suck!" Norma agreed.
"Just so nobody gets greedy and milks him too soon," Stella warned them.
"Jeez, this is fun!" Sissy giggled.
Jeff felt a warm mouth encase his swollen cockhead. He looked down to see which it was, but two other girls were bending over before him, awaiting their turns, and he couldn't tell. He glanced sideways and found the whole incredible scene reflected in the mirror. The sight caused his cock to balloon to even greater magnitude and his dazed eyes studied the moving images reflected in the glass. Three girls were licking his balls and his cock all at the same time!
And then, just as suddenly, they all stopped and stood staring at him.
"Did you like that?" Stella asked.
"Oh, shit, yeah!" he gulped.
"Do you want some more?" the big redhead said, pulling the lips of her pussy open to show him her meat.
"Yes, yes!" Jeff was almost fainting.
"Well, then, here's what you do. You go out and find all the salesmen and horny bastards in the bars around here, and tell 'em that you know where the best one-hundred dollar piece of ass in the world is!" The big redhead squeezed her pussy and grinned.
"And for every two guys you bring back here," said the cute little blonde with the huge tits, "you can fuck one of us! How's that?"
"That's fantastic!"
"See," Stella added, "we got in a little trouble a few weeks ago and had to leave our place of employment. So now we're on our way to Nevada to open a plush, legit whorehouse ... and you can kind of help us work our way across country and have some fun for yourself, too. Would you like that?"
He didn't answer. He just pulled on his clothes and bolted for the door. The four girls watched him run across the parking lot, and smiled.
"Well, let's get ready for work, girls!" Stella said.
"How do we do that?" Sissy asked.
"Get each other warmed up, silly!" Norma giggled.
And, convulsing with laughter, the four girls fell to the floor in a tangle and began sucking and licking each other's already hot, steaming cunts.