Chapter 4
Dinner for Stu Watson and June Botts was the usual spectacular affair expected from the kitchen for the man who controlled the entire Shangri-La operation. Stu had topped his meal off with a snifter of imported brandy and retired to the long black leather sofa that was positioned opposite the enormous penthouse windows that looked out onto the Atlantic, lighted now with a swath of orange moonlight that looked as if some berserk artist had painted it upon the waves.
It was getting to be really nice having June here so often, he admitted as he sat there quietly, watching her finish her coffee before joining him. He might even have her move in sort of permanent-like. Not as Mrs. Watson, naturally, but as his regular girl. She was good-looking enough, still showing those curves she'd carried so well when she was working as a check girl in Vegas. And who cared about the gossip around the hotellet them talk, words never hurt anybody. Yeah, he said to himself, maybe I'll just' move good ole June into this suite. There's still plenty of rooms available if some other cute little honey just happens to come along. It'll be kinda nice getting it every night again.
Stu smiled as he watched the tall, statuesque blonde cross the thick shag carpet and settle down beside him on the sofa.
"Thanks, Stu," she purred, "As usual, it was magnificent."
"You're welcome, honey. But thank the chef, not me. I couldn't boil an egg without burning it."
She giggled, then tried to cover it up. "You know something, Stu. Neither could I." He laughed heartily and gave her an affectionate grab on her ample buttocks. "I know, baby, that's why I like you. A man like me don't need a frumpy little housewife underfoot. I need a woman. Let the kitchen help do the cooking. Besides, you're better at something else."
She blushed noticeably. It was true enough all right, but she still wasn't used to hearing herself talked about in such a crude manner. Her husband had always been such a perfect gentleman ... always.
"Sorry I embarrassed you, honey," he apologized. "Listen, there's something I was thinking about. How'd you like to move in here permanently instead of just coming over all the time? You could rent out that house of yours and just pack it all in here. What 'ya say?"
The pause between his offer and her reply was roughly that of the interval between throwing a light switch and having light. "Sure! I could start getting stuff together tomorrow, if that's not too soon."
"Great. I'll get some of the boys to move your things later this week. Take a few days and get organized." Without another word, Stu allowed his fingers to drift along the voluptuous swell of her breast until his opened palm cupped the ripely surging mound delicately. He could feel her body stiffen, her breath suddenly coming faster. With one finger, his middle one, he caressed the inviting softness of her breast, rubbing the tiny swollen peak of her nipple through her dress and the thin sheerness of her bra. At his touch, it seemed to double in size and harden in a series of quick, throbbing swells.
"Ummmmm, that's so nice," she purred, nestled under his arm like a child. He tweaked the sensitive nipple with his thumb and index finger, and she shivered involuntarily from the tip of her toes along her spine to her shoulders. Pausing for a moment, he moved his exploring hand around the curve of her breast, across the smoothness of her back, until his fingers found what he was searching for; with practiced deftness he eased the zipper down along the bare satiny plane of her back until he reached the taut elastic waistband of her panties. He stopped there for an instant, slipping his fingers between her flesh and the tight little band, far enough down the hollow of her naked back to reach the first few inches of her fleshy anal crevice. Teasingly, he flicked his middle finger against the tightly puckered ring of her anus, and felt her quickly shrink away, another helpless shiver racing along her spine as she responded to her vulnerability. He chuckled to himself and massaged her nakedly quivering flesh in slow, concentric circles as his hand eased back up along her back until he reached the stretched fabric of her dress, pulled wide open across her shoulders. Pausing first to unsnap the tiny metal hooks on her brassiere, he eased her dress off her shoulders and down along her arms until it hung limply over her firm, ample breasts.
He stopped his smooth seductive motions and looked her over thoroughly, amazed as always at the incredible body she still possessed. She was amazingly blessed with the best of two ages, the ripened voluptuous perfection of a mature real woman, and the succulent pertness of a girl in her twenties. Yes sir, thought Stu Watson, you're a lucky bastard to have a woman like this one, yes sir!
Again with his right hand, Stu tumbled the fabric of June's dress and the sheer tissue of her brassiere over the bulging mounds of her breasts, exposing the little twin circles of her dark brown nipples and the throbbing hardened peaks that capped them. They swelled even more rigid and crinkly as they felt the coolness of the open air, sending a burst of rippling electricity through her breasts and down deep into her quivering belly. His outstretched fingertip brushed lightly over the warmly beckoning bulge of her breasts, first one, then the other. Then, finally, clamped tightly over the ripe fleshy mounds, squeezing the delicate ivory-white skin softly between his clenched fingers.
"Oooohhh, don't stop ... feel me like that! Yes, feel me like that!" Her knees were opening and closing like scissors and her buttocks clenched like starving lips at the. fabric beneath her. Even his touch was driving her up the wall! She didn't know how much more she could stand ... she wanted to scream from the agonizing ecstasy to which his fingers were bringing her tortured body.
She offered no resistance as he shoved her down onto the cushions of the long sofa, stretching himself out beside her as he continued to relentlessly caress the soft, white mounds of her full firmly-fleshed breasts. A low, moaning cry slipped from between her half-parted lips as he roughly squeezed her tender pulsing nipples between his fingers.
His hands left the jutting tips and slowly eased down along the smooth flat plane of her belly. Her body arched up off the sofa as his fingers slipped under the narrow elastic waistband of her panties, brushing down over the sparse, fluffy mound of her pubic hair until his hand made a maddeningly electric contact with the warm pink lips of her vagina.
"Oooo ... ooooo...." she moaned incessantly now. Even in the dim light, he could see her flesh was covered with a million tiny goosebumps as she shivered convulsively under his touch. Clutching the moistening flanges of her cunt with his palm, Stu ventured a finger in between the soft damp ridges. June managed a gasping moan as her crotch suddenly ground tightly against his hand. His middle finger slowly explored the thin wet cuntal slit, starting with the taut muscular ring of her forbidden anus and easing over the narrow membrane of flesh that separated her two lust-inciting channels, then probed the hot wet sheath of her hungrily yearning pussy. The soft pink walls parted unhesitatingly as his rigid middle finger slipped up into the clasping tunnel and he could feel the fleshy passage open hungrily as he probed it deeply.
"Feels nice, huh, baby?" he grinned. "Want a little more?" June opened her lips as if to reply, but as she did, Stu squirmed a second finger stiffly up into her constrictive cuntal passage, and buried them both up to the third joint in the warm juicy depths of her cunt beneath the thin nylon panties. Only a muffled cry of pain and excitement came from her throat.
"Well, how about it, honey?" he repeated with a sneer.
June managed a weak, choking reply, "Oh, yes ... yes!" Stu's lewdly plundering fingers slipped back out of her wetly clutching grip and he dragged one fingertip along her warm, softly-quivering pussy slit until he found the throbbing little pleasure bud of her clitoris. With his thumb and forefinger he rolled the warmly pulsing little nodule like a marble as she squirmed and writhed beside him on the sofa, gasping and choking for breath as rippling waves of undiluted animal passion swept over her shivering body.
As her pelvis ground nakedly upward against his hand, Stu continued his maddening assault on her loins, twisting and pulling her blood-filled clit until she moaned and cried out from the agonizing delights of his skillful touch.
"Oh, God, yes ... yes! Don't stop! Don't stop!" she screamed loudly. Sensing she was nearing her orgasm, Stu began to rub her moist vaginal crevice with the tips of his fingers, stroking over the tensely quivering peak of her clitoris and along the passion-drenched furrow between the hungrily trembling lips of her vagina.
"That's it, that's it! Please, just like that!" Suddenly her entire body arched high off the sofa and began to gyrate wildly against his opened palm, her warm moist pussy grinding up against his hand as a long pitiful moan slipped from June's parched, half-opened lips ... and then it was over for her in a crashing wave of pure savage ecstasy.
"Oooooohhhhh ... aaahhhhh...." June quivered from head to foot and jerked convulsively as the shuddering currents of her wildly exciting orgasm raced outward from her climax tightened loins; then she collapsed with a thud on the sofa beside her masterful lover.
"Oh, Stu, that was incredible," she gasped, weakly, struggling to catch her breath. "You sure know all the right spots, honey." He laughed, at last pulling his hand from between her sweat-soaked thighs and out of the panties that had offered her no protection from his lewd assault. "That wasn't any secret, baby."
June finished stripping her dress and panties from her legs and then unfastened her garter belt, still hooked tightly around her hips. In another few seconds, she was completely naked, glistening with tiny beads of perspiration from head to toe. "Fuck me lover ... fuck me now, please!" she groaned out at him, her ravishing hunger now blatantly obvious as she ground her pelvis back and forth in unmistakable invitation.
But that concealing smirk was still stretched across Stu's face, for this time he had something special in mind ... something she was going to give him tonight, one way or another.
"Not yet, honey," he taunted. "I've got a little treat in mind for myself." At first June was confused, unaware of what Stu had in store for her, but as he swung his legs off the sofa and dropped his trousers and undershorts. in a pile at his feet, she began to realize exactly what he meant.
"Get down here on the floor," he commanded. "I want a little head." June wracked her mind for a way out, an excuse that would free her of this awful, despicable act he was demanding of her. "No, please, no! You know I'd do it for you if I could, lover. I've tried, you know I've tried ... but I just can't, I can't!"
"Down on your knees, June ... right this second!" Brushing the near-white blonde hair from her eyes, June obediently crawled from the sofa and settled at the club owner's feet, kneeling between his widespread sinewy thighs. She could sense that he really meant it this time, there would be no excuses. His lewdly dangling penis hung on a level with her mouth not more than a foot away. Struggling to hold down the hot gagging lump in her throat, she tried desperately to convince herself that she could do it this time ... that she could put this purplish, blood-filled rod of aroused male flesh in between her lips and suck it until he emptied his balls down her throat. Oh God, I just can't!
Stu slid forward on the sofa, carefully gauging the distance from his limply hanging cock to her trembling lips. He adjusted his elevation just slightly, so that the throbbing distended head of his cock brushed her lips ever so little, smearing them with a first fore-taste of his seminal fluid, painting them like a painter would paint a canvas. "Okay, it's all yours. Now let's see you do a really good job, okay?"
June turned her head away from the smooth fleshy cockhead and closed her eyes, fighting to hold back the tears, but Stu spun her back so that she was less than an inch from his quickly rising cock.
"You wanna' play hard to get, huh? Well, if you keep that up I'll have to just start playing rough, understand?" A broad leering grin spread slowly across his face. He knew June was like most women she appreciated a man who knocked her around once in awhile, just to show her who was boss. He'd had to rough her up once before, back when she was first starting to step out on her husband and she needed a couple of swift kicks to get the guilt out of her system.
He grabbed her ears in each strong hand and twisted upward. The pain was excruciating, Stu knew only too well. He'd had the same hold pulled on him in fights. He turned her face up to his loins easily, then shoved his hips forward, pressing the semi-flaccid penis up against her still tightly-closed lips. And still, June couldn't bring herself to open her mouth. Once more the strong fingers twisted mercilessly at her ears and she screamed with pain. "Open 'em up, baby, or I'll yank your ears off your head!"
Her lips parted slightly. One more twist and her agonized lips slowly opened. He gazed at the open mouth in front of him, then carefully forced the still soft, rubbery head of his cock into the warm moist cavern and let it lie there twitching slightly as it began to harden just a little. She didn't move at all, careful not to brush the swelling organ with her tongue lest it come to life and tunnel down her throat and deep into her very insides.
"Now, you can do this one of two ways ... real nice like, on your own, or...." His voice had grown cruel and his words cut as if with a steel edge. " ... Or I'll have to get mean and nasty. But either way, you're gonna' suck my cock, understand?"
June knew it was hopeless to resist. This was something she had to do, no matter how humiliating it seemed. No matter how much she fought back the churning ball of nausea welling up in her fear-tightened belly. She closed her lips gently over the still-soft organ and teased it reluctantly with her tongue. She felt his hands loosen their painful grip on her ears and for that much, at least, she was grateful. His powerful hands held her firmly, but not painfully and she knew Stu wouldn't hurt her deliberately unless she crossed him and he didn't get his way. Sometimes he could be frighteningly brutal when things weren't going the way he wanted, but June closed her mind to those even more unpleasant thoughts and tried to keep her mind on this task he had ordered of her.
Stu looked down at the gradually thickening shaft of flesh protruding from his hair-covered loins and resting ever so gently in his new woman's half-opened mouth, just in between her pink lips. He was kind of disappointed; he'd rather have had a little more argument. Somehow it was always better when they put up a fight. But he wasn't too concerned about that now; he wanted to concentrate on what was at hand. This was something he always enjoyed; and this time would be even more enjoyable, since June had been putting this off as long as he'd known her.
Stu watched her blonde head begin to slide reluctantly back and forth on the saliva moistened length of his hardening cock. He allowed his hands to slip from her head and slide down over the smooth velvet-like skin of her bare shoulders. June's deliciously warm flesh was near-perfect, silk-smooth and unblemished to his caressing touch. She wasn't working terribly hard, he thought regretfully, and brought his hands back up to the sides of her head. With his open palms firmly placed on either side of her bobbing head, he tightened his grip and held her still, beginning a rhythmic pumping motion with his lower body. The half-limp penis jutting from his loins rubbed back and forth between her lips. He could feel her small white teeth grating against the underside of his swelling cock and the rough, sandpapery surface of her tongue as it brushed along his sensitive male flesh. His anticipation of this moment had been so great that his penis had grown incredibly tender, finely attuned to the tiniest subtle movement of her tongue and lips, and the very touch of her moist warm tongue set shivers of savage desire deep into his belly.
"Mmmmmm ... that's real good, baby. Just lick it nice like that." He pumped his loins faster, pressing hard against her soft sensual lips each time, ramming his blood-engorged penis all the way into the coarse thick hair of his pelvis. It was coming awake now, that was damn certain, and growing like mad. Her lips slid over its full length with each forward plunge of his hips. He could feel it touching the back of her throat as it grew increasingly harder and longer. This cock of his was something he was proud of; maybe it didn't look like much at first, but it always stretched like a rubber band until it was as big around and lengthy as any man's.
Stu Watson grinned to himself. He knew his cock was reaching an admirable length already, for June was doing her best to take its length all the way up into her mouth, gagging and choking sometimes when he really threw it hard at her. He enjoyed that part especially; it was good for any broad to get hold of a nice thick cock once in awhile, one big and hard enough to really ream her out nice....
But what he really liked was for a girl to swallow it, so that he could feel the tight throat muscles contracting real nice around the end of his cock. Yeah, that was definitely the best part of all. He remembered a girl he'd once had in Vegas, Anita was her name, and, man, could she ever suck a mean cock. Sometimes she'd have three or four guys over, just so she could go down on them. Goddamn, she was really something; with her, you could stick it right down into her belly, and she never seemed to get enough. He couldn't remember anybody ever getting the best of Anita. But right now, old June was doing just fine, sucking and pulling at his loins like a newborn calf after milk. He slowed his thrusts and began the long, slow grind home.
This was all so new to June, and she was trying desperately not to choke on the throbbing rod of hardening male flesh that had invaded her throat. It was so long! Each time his hairy abdomen slapped against her lips, the terrible thing pushed against the back of her throat and slid down the sensitive passage of her throat. At first, thinking she would surely be choked to death, she had gasped and coughed with each plunge. But gradually she had found a way to relax the throat muscles and now it wasn't so bad. He would pull it almost out of her mouth, out over her roundly ovaled lips until the swollen knob at its tip was the only thing in between her teeth, then he would begin that awful long journey back into her throat. His cock was achingly hard, but somehow flexible, and when its rubbery, blood-filled head bumped against the tender back of her throat, the slickly moistened shaft would bend just enough to go down. And every time it did, she would have to swallow or choke; she knew the flexing of her own throat muscles would bring On the inevitable even sooner. He moaned each time she swallowed and she could tell that her tight throat contractions were urging him toward a quick spurting climax. She tried not to swallow and choked. He pulled it almost out, rubbing its hotly throbbing head over her saliva-moistened lips. She could taste the beginning of the end; small drops of warm white pre-cum oozed from the tiny slit in the end of his long stiff penis. He took the head between his fingers to keep it steady and rubbed it against the outside of her lips in a circle, the sticky-liquid leaving her lips wet and glistening. June knew better than to refuse Stu anything now, and she obediently knelt at his knees and let him paint her lips with the viscous discharge of his lust-inflated cock.
Stu didn't know how much more he could take as he inched his cock back and forth across her open mouth. He saw its enormous tip painting her lips wet ... she looked hungrier that way, eager and willing to suck his long hard penis right down into her throat ... and when he could stand it no longer, he let the bulbous head again slide through the moist nibbling lips and into her soft waiting mouth.
"Don't be hungry, June, baby, go ahead ... eat it! Eat it, baby!"
He began the long, slow grinding, holding her head tight and still in his hands burying his aching cock right up to the hilt.
"And don't stop when I'm cumming, honey, understand? You keep right on sucking ... but suck harder, harder than ever!" June was unable to answer. She tried to nod her head but the long fleshy penis was working its way rapidly in and out of her tautly stretched lips now so that she couldn't even shake her head. She almost gagged again. She had to relax her throat muscles or she would suffocate. He jammed his lust-driven cock past her tightly clamped lips, down over her tongue and deep into her throat, again and again and again ... she felt his loins twitch beneath the matted clump of pubic hair as he banged against her. It was beginning ... oh God, he was going to empty that thing right down into her throat. But there was nothing she could do ... nothing!
Stu felt the telltale beginning twitch of his loins. He could feel the dammed-up seething flood of hot semen behind the restraints of his aching balls. He slowed his thrusts, savoring every inch-by-inch stroke as his swollen hot penis continued to disappear agonizingly down her velvety throat tunnel. He wanted to feel every creaming inch of the delicious run from his cum-distended balls to his climaxing cock's throbbing, blood-filled head. His hands squeezed in on her ears, holding her absolutely motionless in his grip, while he pushed down ... deeper and deeper down that tight constrictive throat. Here it comes, he thought, it's coming. He could feel the hot semen rushing out of his sperm bloated testicles and up from the very bottom of his long hard penis. He stopped dead still, his shuddering rod of flesh rammed to the brushy hilt down her helplessly trapped throat, her head held perfectly still, and waited for the agonizing explosion deep in his loins.
"Aaaahhhhh...." he gasped sharply and emptied his lungs as, at the same infinitesimal moment, he began emptying his sperm-laden balls! June sucked voraciously hard. She tried to fight it, but it was no use ... suddenly she wanted it. She wanted his degradation and with it, every precious drop of his seething flood. She sucked at the long quivering cock and swallowed and gulped its gushing waves of fluid like a starving animal. Her arms wrapped tightly around his hips and she pulled him hard against her, hungrily gulping until every warm, milk-like drop was swallowed safely down her throat.
His cock deflated rapidly, and slipped wetly from between her lips as she fell, exhausted, away from him. In its path, a thin glistening trail of semen was strung momentarily from her lips, then broke away and vanished into the carpet at Stu's feet.
June fell on her back before him, her breasts rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to regain her breath. With both hands, she spread open her cream-white thighs, opening up the moist crevice and the soft hair-lined lips of her pussy to his view. With her fingers, she quickly spread the pink fleshy ridges, revealing the glistening pearl of her clitoris and the warmly beckoning opening to her deep wet vaginal tunnel.
"Oh, God, Stu, put it in me ... I'll make it hard again, Stu, but please put it in me quickly ... now, Stu. Now!" Stu dropped to his knees between her long smooth legs, grabbed her supple thighs from the back, and bent her legs hard back against her breasts, smashing her tingling nipples beneath her knees. Her warm hands clutched for his rubbery penis, found it, then rubbed it tenderly as it began to stiffen anew.
A deep, throaty moan slipped from her lips, still glistening wetly with his semen, as his long pulsating cock eased into the clasping confines of her warm, wet cuntal sheath. "Oh, yes, baby ... that's it! Fuck me, fuck me hard! Good and hard...!"