Chapter 8
Clint came through, just as Stella figured he would-first with the money, then with the clients. She got the old house fixed up. The girls got the reputation for really delivering for the dollar. That reputation spread, and the money really started rolling in.
Sissy got out of the slammer and came to stay with them, but Stella wouldn't let her join the group.
"Why not? I can do my share!" the girl insisted.
"No, baby," Stella said. "I got other plans for you!"
Through Clint's cute little brunette secretary, who was now working part time at the house, Stella got Sissy a job with his company as a bookkeeper-trainee. With proper identification, a name change, and a phony background, no one knew that Sissy had a prison record, nor that the girl was a friend of Stella's.
"But, Stella, honey," Sissy insisted, "I don't know nothin' about keepin' books."
"You will, baby. You just keep listening to little Stella!"
So Sissy went to work, and she learned. The house prospered and all the girls started accumulating multi-figured bank accounts.
It was inevitable that the local authorities would eventually step into the picture. The sheriff, Cyrus Cole, busted them all on a busy Saturday night.
Stella pleaded. "Jesus, Sheriff, you couldn't do this on a Monday or Tuesday, could you?"
"Not the first time, honey," Cyrus said. "The first time's a lesson!"
Stella didn't know what he meant exactly, so she and the girls spent the night in jail and paid the fines the next morning. That night, business was back to normal.
She found out just what Cyrus had in mind the following week. It was a slow Tuesday night when he and two deputies arrived.
"It's a bust, Stella, honey!" Cyrus smiled.
Stella opened the front of her robe and gave the sheriff a long, good, hard look at her fabulous body, with the heavy fur over her cunt gleaming and the jutting thrust of her tits practically in his face.
"Now, look, Sheriff, can't we talk this over?"
"We sure can, honey," Cyrus leered. "And why don't you have that little blonde and that big, tall redhead talk it over with my two deputies?"
Stella nodded. What else could she do? Besides, the sheriff wasn't bad looking, so what would a good fuck now and then cost her to get him off her back? She hadn't turned a trick all day, so she was in the mood!
She took Janice and Norma aside, told them what to do, and led the sheriff into the bedroom of her own, private wing of the house.
Cyrus sat on the Bed and pulled her down onto his lap. His fingers went right to the buttons on her robe. He wanted to get at those big tits.
"Hey, Christ, take it easy, Cyrus!
"Easy, bullshit! I want your cunt!"
And, by now, Stella wanted his cock, but she wasn't going to let him know just how much-not for a freebie!
He started to mumble against her throat all the things he wanted to do to her. Before he finished, she began to work at his clothes, too. His voice was becoming throaty as he played with her tits. Her ass was beginning to quiver in his lap.
He managed to grab a quick taste of one tit. His cock was beginning to stir uncomfortably, and he wanted to end their talk and get down to business.
"Easy, lover, easy!" Stella chided, but she was squirming a lot now.
He fondled her thigh and pushed his hand inside her robe to find her moist hair-rimmed pussy that waited for him. She squirmed to his touch and pulled his head down harder to her tit, one hand reaching between them to caress his prick, stifled under layers of clothing. He nursed at the achingly stiff bud of her nipple.
"Mmmm, beautiful, baby ... beautiful tits!" he groaned.
His zipper yielded to her skilled fingers, and she groped for and found his throbbing cock. While she toyed with the bulbous prickhead, prodding her nails painfully into the tiny hole at its tip, he delved into her snug warm channel, stroking the desire-thickened lips of her pussy and the swollen nub of her clit.
"Jesus, this is gonna be one good fuck!" he groaned, as he picked her up and dumped her on the bed. "I want a taste of that sweet pussy of yours, then I'm gonna ram you good and hard with my meat, baby!"
He ripped at the rest of his clothes, then fell heavily onto the bed, his face buried in the musky softness of her pussy.
Head to tail, they clutched at each other eagerly. Stella seized his cock with her mouth, and he grabbed her ass, pulling her over his face. He pried apart her swollen cuntlips and watched the pulsing movements of her pussy flesh, the throbbing twitches of her clitoris. It jumped when he touched it with his tongue, and she moaned when he engulfed it between his lips and sucked. His tongue probed into her, the elastic walls closing in around him and seeming to draw him in deeper. He licked the tiny droplets of her juices that soaked the walls of her fleshy pink channel. He sucked, he chewed, and everything he did served to increase their passion.
Stella gripped his dick with one hand, holding it like a lollipop. She licked at the flaring knob, and then took half his throbbing shaft into her face.
She sucked, and the pressures of her cheeks, the softly pulsing lining of her mouth massaging him, goaded him to the heights of pleasure. She glided down his length, letting the back of her tongue knead his head as it moved toward her throat. She cupped his balls, even as he was caressing her tits where they pressed sensuously against his belly, and took him in to the loving depths of her throat. They moaned and groaned together, and soon began thrashing toward their peak.
Then, all tenderness gone, Cyrus threw Stella to her back. "Gotta fuck! Damn, gotta fuck NOW!"
"Jesus," Stella groaned, struggling to change her position, "you're crude."
"Sure, I'm crude ... I'm hot for you and you are for me. I wanna fuck you!"
There was no shred of warmth or compassion in him. All he wanted was her body. He just wanted to fuck.
God, she thought, somewhere there must be a man who thought about something before and after the act! But, what the hell, it's all part of the business, even if I'm not getting paid for it. And my pussy is so hot!
Cyrus rolled her over until her cunt was directly above his prick, the lips dripping pussy juice onto his pubic hair.
"Shit, baby, don't tell me you don't want it. You're flowing cunt juice like a river!"
"Yeah," Stella hissed. "Yeah, you bastard, I want it!"
"Then take it, baby!" he grinned, his eyes glued to her seeping pussy.
She sat down on him, taking his big cock fully into her gaping cunt, clear to the hilt. A loud moan escaped from her lips as she tightened her cunt muscles around his prick.
He lunged up into her in rapid strokes, meeting her answering strokes as she slid up and down his glistening rod.
"Oh, shit!" she sighed, closing her eyes and clasping him tightly, their bodies fused into a passionate bundle of pure fucking. "Shit, shit, give it to me, you prick!"
Then she erupted into a frenzy of motion, punctuating the rhythm of her fucking with her cries of lust and passion. "OHHH! Fuck me, fuck me with your big, hard cock!"
The horny sheriff's cock throbbed through a climax that sent his cum flooding into her in great, thick spurts. Wave after wave of delight swept over his body as his prick contracted again and again, spending his hot juice in her cunt.
But once wasn't enough, not now, not the way-he was turned on.
"You through?" Stella asked.
"I hope not."
"I'll make sure!"
She reached out to grasp his throbbing prick with both hands. With each throb of his cock, her eyes seemed to glow with a brighter passion.
"I'll wash it off!" He started to take a step toward the bathroom, but she stopped him. Her long-lashed heavy eyelids drooped and she lowered her head slowly toward the throbbing head of his erect prick.
Her lips brushed the tip of his cock. Then the ring of her red lips closed over the head, and with a gentle sucking sound she worked it around in her mouth.
In seconds, the sheriff's prick stood straight and stiff again, throbbing and oozing the juices of lust. It was ready for any action that came along.
Stella lowered herself to her knees between his legs and took the whole head of his prick, wetly into her mouth. The twin erections of her dark nipples poked heatedly at his surging thighs. Her tongue swirled around the head of his meat and then she lowered her long, slender neck completely and took the entire length of his prick deep into her throat.
"OH, MY GOD!" Cyrus gasped.
It was more than he could take. He jabbed twice and then flooded her throat with the second and last come he had in him.
Stella raised her head from his dick and smiled. "Satisfied?"
"You bet your ass. For a pro, you sure love your cock! I'll be back next Tuesday night!"
Stella's heart fell, but what could she do?
And then he dropped the real bombshell.
"And you just have Monday night's receipts ready and waiting for me."
The following Tuesday night, the sheriff was back. He got well-fucked, and he collected. Every Tuesday night, it was the same. He appeared at the door, one hand holding his cock and the other hand extended for payment. Then, two months after the arrangement had started, the ante went up. The judge and the chief of the city police had to have their share.
Stella fucked and paid.
During all this, Sissy was doing fine at Clint's company. Once a week, as per Stella's instructions, she copied all the firm's important papers and delivered them to Stella. Soon, Stella knew as much about Clint's business as he did.
Clint came around regularly for his piece of ass as well. Stella didn't mind. He was a good fuck, and he seemed to sincerely want to help her. He kept sending more and more wealthy customers her way. She didn't even mind it when he wanted one of the other girls along with her. This gave Stella a chance to eat a little pussy along with getting Clint's huge dick.
It was at the end of one of these three-way sessions with little Janice, that Stella told Clint about her problems with Cyrus.
They had had a particularly wild session that night, since Clint had been out of town for three weeks and hadn't visited the house.
Janice went after him the second they were naked.
"Damn, this is a real mouthful!" she gasped, slipping her parted lips luxuriously down over his cockhead.
His dick instantly grew hard, swelling and filling her mouth to the brim, so that his cockhead was making contact with both cheeks at the same time. She ran her mouth down, feeding the prick meat to herself, until nearly the whole length was buried in her mouth and the head was lodged in her throat. Then, slowly and with great relish, she drew her tightly pursed lips back up the towering length and raised her head.
She smacked her lips, savouring the flavor on her taste buds.
"How is it, baby?" Stella asked.
"Great!" Janice squealed. Then she dropped her head back down to Clint's lap, engulfed the giant dick once more between her lips, and began bobbing her head slowly up and down. She had a very pliable mouth and managed to duck down so far that her lips nestled in his pubic hair. Purring like a cat at a bowl of cream, she worked away on his meat with hunger and greed.
Clint dropped back, groaning and trembling, and his new position was too much for Stella to ignore. Straddling his head, she lowered her dripping pussy onto his face. He ran his tongue into her, and his mouth was instantly filled with cream.
Janice loved sucking cock, but found that her mouth was getting tired from working on the huge wad, while her pussy was being neglected. She raised up and lowered her slippery cunt down onto Clint's dick. Riding him like a bronco, hips lashing and ass bucking, she worked herself off on his sturdy, upright cock.
Stella came first. She screamed, poured the juice from her pussy all over Clint's face, and then rolled away. Janice kept riding his meat until she, too, writhed through a come.
Then it was Stella's turn again, and she wanted his meat bad. "Me, baby," she gasped. "Now me!"
"Roll over!" Clint rasped.
She rolled over onto her back and threw her legs high and wide into the air. Her eyes were glazed and her huge tits heaved and danced on her chest.
"Cunt, my cunt! Oh, God, fill my pussy with meat!"
His cock was trembling violently as he climbed on top of her. She looked at that long, pointed spear getting ready to plunge deep into her hole, and she spread her legs wider.
"Fuck me!" she begged, shivering with lust. "Fuck me good, Clint! My pussy is on fire!"
Clint went wild. This chick was as sex-hungry as ever. His whole body seemed to want to ram right into her and rip her apart. His dick was harder than ever. He pressed his throbbing cock slowly against her open pussy and started to plunge it into her, deeper and deeper, until her hot cunt surrounded his giant dick.
Her juices were squishing out of her hole. His balls were pressing up hard against her slit, and he was pumping his cock in and out of her oily cunt with a vengeance.
He buried his face in her tits and started to suck wildly on the throbbing nipples, making them harder than ever. The two of them started to rock back and forth as his meat smashed all the way into her womb. His whole body seemed to be entering her.
His big meat was tearing up her insides. Her hot pussy walls were soaked as her lubricating juices flowed like a river. He was slipping and sliding in and out of her pussy without any friction whatever. He had to really pound her hole hard to make his cock ready to explode.
His prick was burning now. His long spear was throbbing and jerking wildly, and the cum was boiling in his balls. He started to nuzzle his face against her big tits, reaching underneath her body so he could play with her asshole.
Stella was moaning with sheer delight as he made ready to come. Then he felt a hot, wet tongue on the cheeks of his ass and knew Janice had gotten back into the action. Then the girl's tongue entered his asshole and his meat went wild in Stella's pussy.
"Ohhhhh, GODDDD, YESSSS!" Stella shrieked as his hard cock ripped into her. "Ohhhh, yesss! Fuck me, FUCK ME! OHHHH!"
Her clit was driving her crazy. She couldn't control herself. Her entire body was on fire.
"I'M SHOOTING!" Clint cried as his prick released his hot, creamy cum. "OHHHH, SHIIIIT!"
Hot, thick waves of male juice slammed into her pussy, flooding her hole. She felt his cum cascading into her and she screamed again, rubbing her mouth against his, jamming her tongue into his face.
Their bodies were covered with juice. His thick jism had begun to drip all over her. Stella scooped up his cum with her fingers, and then put her hands to her mouth to lick off the hot jism.
Clint pulled his dick from her hole and flopped over on his back. Janice immediately dropped her mouth over his meat again to clear the delicious mixture of his cum and both girls' juices from his cock.
It was then that Stella told Clint how the town fathers were ripping her off. She explained how it had started with Cyrus, the sheriff, and then mushroomed until she was paying off three of them, and it was taking practically half her week's take to do it.
Clint scowled and pushed Janice off his prick. "Get me a drink, baby!"
Janice nodded, and left the room.
Clint thoughtfully lit a cigarette and turned to face Stella. "I think I might have a solution to your problem. There's a guy I know, up-state. He's a private detective, but very shady. For the right bucks, he'll do most anything."
"Anything? Like what?" Stella asked, not completely trusting Clint, but willing to take any help she could get.
"Well, he's a camera expert, for one thing," Clint continued. "Both movie and stills. He also has a fantastic set of electronic recording equipment. Now, you say that these guys come out every Tuesday night, right?"
"Yes," Stella nodded.
"Well, we'll get Jack-that's his name, Jack Curtis-to come down over the weekend and install his equipment. And then Tuesday night you can throw a real party for the boys!"