Chapter 16
It sure wasn't like Randy's apartment. This man might have money, but he had no taste in style nor was there evidence that he aided the maid in trying to keep the place presentable. He hurried about cleaning ashtrays and picking up clothes while she watched.
"You don't intend to keep me in a place like this, do you?" she demanded.
"Well, no," he stammered. "If I like what you can do, you can have what you want. But there's nothing I can do about it tonight."
"I'm game," she told him standing near the bed, her coat and dress hanging loosely about her bruised and voluptuous flesh.
He took so long. He just stood there! Looking at her through the tatters of her clothes.
"Okay," she spit the word. "Haven't you ever paid fifty bucks for a lay before?"
"Sure. Sure!"
He came to her slowly, relishing the sight of her.
His eyes tenderly caressed her rich breasts and rounded hips, the flat abdomen and dark muff of pubic hair at her crotch. "You're beautiful," he said.
"That's my name," Naomi threw at him. "Naomi. Ma said that was why they picked it. Means ... I'm not making conversation for dough. You want action or talk at fifty a night?"
"Fits you," he told her. "Naomi's a lovely name. You're lovely. But wasn't Naomi a wanderer, a-."
"Don't pay much attention to the Bible anymore, mister. Now make up your mind. The body, or chatter."
She ripped the remnants of her garments from her body and stood there waiting. The inane drone of his voice was driving her crazy. She hoped he'd get down to the basics of her cunt soon, because she just couldn't stand to talk anymore. Nothing to discuss. Nothing made sense. Only the joining of two bodies searching for love and union apart from a savage world.
That was her only hope now. So long as she could find shelter in the arms of a man. Oblivion in the coupling of their bodies rocked by the sweet lullaby of momentary love and need.
She stepped towards him, her heart imploring, please-please take me. Drive out the desolation and longing for even a little while. Fill me with the object of your loving. Make me know nothing else but the sweet bliss of union in your arms.
"God, I want you!" he breathed taking her to him.
Then take me. Damn it! Take me! She leaned into him with her pleading, thumping heart calling out to him.
Like a blind man reading braille, he reached up and touched her, his fingers running like gentle spiders over her body, as though he had to find and know every hair, every pore, savor every curve and hollow, every drop of perspiration, memorize her body, so he could store it in the shrine of his mind. So light were his fingers she could scarcely feel them, like cobwebs blown across her skin, but at the same time they were warm, their touch like a shock of electricity which coursed through her limbs and made her feel almost alive. She closed her eyes, breathing heavily, trembling uncontrollably. She heard the muted sound of pattering rain in the streets outside.
Then just as she thought she could no longer stand his teasing fingers, she felt his warm lips on her stomach and then lower down at the juncture of her thighs. She put her hands on the back of his head and pressed it against her, murmuring: "Yes, yes. Oh, yes. Kiss me there."
His lips found the ridges of pink flesh embedded in the encircling hedge of silky, black curls and his tongue the soft cleft between, which he licked and sucked deeply, tasting the salty-sweet liquor of her loins like a leech. Her head fell forward, her raven tresses-curtaining her quivering breasts and, moaning softly, she rocked and swayed as the agony of pleasure burned brighter within her until the final ecstasy made her whole body leap and shiver in a paroxysm of bliss, and she doubled over and fell on top of him, her still contracting pelvis rolling on his shoulder.
He put his arms around her buttocks and lifted her gently to the bed. Her long, ebony tresses spread on the stark white of the pillow and the stark sheets embraced her golden contours like a soft jeweler's velvet cushion for a rare and precious diamond.
He lay down beside her whispering, "Naomi, Naomi. You're so beautiful," and he put his mouth on hers, pulling her into him.
She let her body respond, though every impulse told her she couldn't stand him. This was her last chance. So lost that in desperation she had to take the only love, the only abandonment that came her way. Her body was eager and searching as her lips and tongue tried to soothe the hurt within.
His chest pressed against her tender breasts, his hands cradling her head, she moved her body, so that their bellies and thighs rubbed against each other. When she felt his hand searching her flesh, the sweet longing of lust began to kindle at her loins.
He gently kneaded the pliant mounds of her tits and stirred their nipples to hard rubbery crests. His lips browsed in the damp female hollows of her neck, armpits, down to the valley between her breasts. The salty moisture was good and he licked it slowly, savoring each drop. Tantalizingly he sucked the tangy, soft breast while she strained against him.
His warm fingers were scratching at her thighs and she splayed them willingly to his frantic plying.
His tubby hands worked feverishly at the soft, velvety pussy. Under his prodding the gully of her slit moistened and became slick, lubricating with the oily nectars of love. Rough fingernails taunted and agravated the sensitive clitoris of her flooding pussy into a taut pink string that vibrated the gnawing vibrations of love through her groin.
Then his head dropped and the sudden wetness of his slavering lips locking onto her throbbing and exposed clitoris froze her body as it was.
A sharp new sensation rippled through her, and she felt all the tingling carnal passions that she had built up over all the years before suddenly and without warning, rushing up from her legs and belly and gurgling from her mouth in an uncontrollable torrent of pleading cries.
"Oooh, God! Oooh, God!" she groaned over and over without ceasing as the tiny bud of her clitoris sprang into life that she never knew it possessed. He nibbled and sucked at it mercilessly in the sudden crazed passion that had overcome him.
Her head rolled from side to side on the soft pillow, tangling the shining tresses of her hair. Her fingers clawed and tantalized his flesh, knowing every delicious weakness of the male body, until the stirring at her cunt became almost intolerable with its bliss. Nothing mattered now but the delicious rape of the mouth that was making wet sucking sounds down between her open and defenseless legs. All the sorrow and hurt, the shame and repulsion that had brought her here were as evasive as fleecy summer clouds caught on a sea breeze as the passion of their desires grew and took hold of them like wildfire. There was nothing she could do but buck and churn beneath that probing tongue that was burning fire into her young and starving pussy.
And then, when she thought it would never end, he twisted around again, dropping heavily between her legs. He grasped her behind the knees and lifted her thighs high on either side of him.
She heard the harsh metallic urgency of his zipper as he squirmed on the bed below her. Her delicate, anxious hands aided him swiftly, the pressing fire of her pussy making their haste imperative. Then he was naked.
Naomi was beside herself. She had never felt so open and ready in her life. Perhaps her need had not yet ever been so great as at this moment when desperation had driven her to sell herself to a most un-likely and undesirable prospect.
Her pelvis rotated in small hungry circles as he knelt between her open thighs, holding her legs in the air. He smiled down at her.
"You're hot, baby. I'm gonna like this."
"Hurry, mister," she implored, her pelvis making larger circles now. "Fuck me! Fuck me or I'll die!"
Without hesitation he pulled her under him, the roughness of his movements lost to her urgent need. His hand directed his huge throbbing cock to the wet, quivering lips of her cunt, pausing for the slightest of movements to part the thin, raven pubic hair, and then plunging forward to rip without stopping through the thin, tight channel of her uterus.
"Aaaggghhh!" she screamed, as the hot, blinding pain seared deep into her belly.
Her arms jerked up involuntarily and she clung to him with all her strength as though she meant to hold him forever. Her contorted face and clenched eyes eased with the relaxing of her tight uterine muscles and acceptance of his swollen cock into the fiery confines of her womb.
"Love me! Love me!" she cried. "Make it hurt! Make me feel it, man!" she cried out.
As he began the sliding of his prick deep into her belly and slowly withdrawing it again, she joined his efforts, the sensations of her body merging into one great mass of indescribable joy.
"Ooohhh, yesss," she hissed as they rotated together and he ground his long, hard pole into her in mighty thrusts.
He groaned as he felt the muscles deep inside her belly answering the pulsating throbs of his steel-hardened cock. The tight, wet walls of her cunt contracted around his turgid staff as though frightened of losing it. He could hold himself back no longer and began the slow teasing grinding in and out between her thighs in earnest.
The tightness of her clasping around him like soft warm butter, the walls of her cunt held to him in an animalistic desperation as he withdrew slowly and then thrust forward again to sink his massive cock deep down inside her.
Her pelvis began a faster rotation now, her buttocks gyrating and writhing down into the soft mattress with a sudden abandon that took him by surprise. Mewling sounds of passion and lust rolled from her lips in waves of sound that he could not understand but that his body reacted to in the age-old rhythm of intercourse that was as old as man himself. He levered up on his toes and dropped his hands down under them to cup the quivering mounds of her buttocks so that he could fuck deeper down into her.
"Aaahhh! Ooohhh!" Naomi groaned and twisted her body like a tortured snake beneath him.
Thrusting her loins up at him as he pounded down into her to take the whole of his expanding cock far down inside the warm hot sheath of her pussy.
Naomi rocked in a dream world of obscene and uncontrolled lust under his driving body. She could feel the soft slap of his balls against the tightly clenched cheeks of her buttocks and the strength of his hands as they kneaded and tore at her tender flesh like the talons of a giant striking bird. She struggled like a demon to open her thighs wider, to take him further into her belly, but she couldn't. He was sunk as far into her as he could go, but she wanted more.
"Fuck harder. Fuck harder!" she begged as she felt him thrust his massive hardness into her with longer and longer strokes.
A strange, dancing delight of fire was building far down in her quivering belly that drove her churning torso on and on in its wild quest for the luscious sensation building and building in every pore of her sweating body.
Her muscles contracted tightly around his plunging cock and she cried out wildly as her dam broke from the depths of her womb, spilling forth the nectars of her love. Soon his strong rhythmic dives set off another explosion of delight. Her buttocks rotated against the yielding mattress like a helpless ship caught in the vicious waves of a driving storm. She arched her back like a bow, her breasts pointing upward, trembling and swirling in the jerking circles of her quickened movements to meet the mounting urgency she could feel pulsating through the head of his pulsing rod sunk so deep inside her hungry cunt.
The giant explosion ripped her belly apart. Hot, white jets of his sperm erupted and flooded into her, filling her womb with a warmth and sensation of comfort and satiation. She could feel it racing around in the fathomed flood-gates of love's dam. She jerked her legs uncontrollably out in the air on either side of his spasmodically, grinding hips and a great flash of erotic fire leaped up inside her and exploded in a volcanic eruption of her own orgasm.
Aaaah! Aaaah!" she moaned whipping at his shoulders and bent torso pumping wildly into her loins. The muscles of her hips and belly contracted in rolling waves of spasm, the pulsating walls of her hot, sperm filled pussy sucking the last drops from his still spurting cock, until finally, weak and exhausted, they stopped and fell limply into the soft embrace of the mattress.
They lay for some time, panting and gasping, the smell of their wet orgasm and the odor of perspiration overpowering the closed atmosphere of the musty room.
His heavy frame was warm upon her naked flesh and the memory of sweet oblivion in their coition helped to lull the growing awareness within her.
The sound of the rain beating on the window and the tempo of his heart beat on the soft swell of her breast gave dull continuing relief after their union.
Naomi let herself drift off to sleep, feeling the relief of momentary need and friendship.