Chapter 6
Don could not take his eyes off the dancer, swinging above his head. There was a net separating him from the acrobatic disco dancers above him, and though his feet were moving slowly, not even in step, he was looking up.
"Hey, Don, look at me when you dance with me," Patty said to him.
He looked at her for a second. She seemed pretty hot as she was moving to the music, for she was wearing a T-shirt top that said "I am an Independent Woman" but she had no bra on underneath, so her tits were doing a dance by themselves.
He started to smile as he watched the movement of her nipples, but there was no sign in his crotch of him getting turned on.
That made him feel shitty. He'd only been seeing her for about a week, and she was already starting to be a downer.
He looked back up at the leopard lady. In fact, there were four dancers, and all of them were dressed in leopard, though she was the only female. The men looked good in their leopard clothing, but he wasn't interested in them. '
It was the first time he started to think about Cheryl in weeks.
Well, he knew, actually not the first time. He had thought about her a little bit each day, but during the last few days, he'd tried to think about her less and less. It was over between them, he kept telling himself.
And he had thought, months back when he suggested the vacation, that it would end up bringing them together. He had even agreed on Africa for her, because she wanted to go there so desperately. That had not worked out.
He knew there was tension, even more so after her thing with Norm. Her reaction to the black couple's walking out of the disco had really pissed him off. She just hadn't given a shit, even though Vonetta seemed really troubled.
That night, back in their room, he had told her about Vonetta and the way the woman was already upset about her husband cheating with another girl. '
"Then she shouldn't be so upset to find out he cheated with me. He's been doing it, obviously, so it's no big surprise."
"She wasn't sure. She didn't know for sure, and now she does."
"Who cares? Look, you two fucked. Doesn't that nigger have any feelings about him? She fucked another man. Well, another part-man."
"Part-man?" he asked her, and she started to look at him with such hate.
"Well, I did get another dick tonight, and it was all man."
He could not believe she was starting to say shit like that, and she went on. She told him how much she had loved that nigger cock in her pussy, almost the same way in which she had been taunting him on the plane, and with other men, when she told him that she was going to want them. But that time, he had known she'd had the man, and she went into complete detail, almost describing the dick down to the vein that ran along the underside, describing the feeling of the pulsing, and the feeling of fulfillment.
That pissed Don off so much. It was as if she was telling him that he never satisfied her, which he knew to be total bull, but which she seemed to be implying more and more. Finally, when she told him that she might have come with this man for the first time in her life, he slapped her hard.
The slap sent her reeling back onto the bed, and when she sat up and looked at the red bruise on her cheek, she was all fired up, and cursing.
That night, he raped her again, but that time, he tied her up, because when he was first sitting on her chest, she kept hitting him with her arms. He slapped her across the face at least ten times in succession, and she could feel the burning in her cheeks. Don had been doing it to knock the energy out of her.
It did not work, however. For even when she seemed to be totally drained, all he'd have to do was pause a second, and she'd be spitting and fighting. He took his belt off and wrapped it around her wrists, then tied the end to the bedpost.
When she threatened to scream rape, which he knew she would, he took a pillow and stuffed it over her face, covering only her mouth and neck. He wanted her to be able to breathe, and she'd incensed him so much that he feared he might kill her.
For Don, it turned out to be a hot fuck. He didn't think, as he was ripping off her slacks and panties, about the juices in her cunt, and the way they had come from another man. Instead, he just thought that this was a hot, wet bitch, and it would be so much easier to fuck her because she was wet.
He rammed his cock into her, and started to slam fuck her. That is, he didn't thrust gently even once. Each time he pulled back, he'd have a determined look on his face, as if he was already contemplating just ,how hard he was going to ram his dick into her pussy, and then, he would ram it hard.
She started to cry at one point. He could see the tears rolling from her eyes, down her cheeks, onto the pillow stuffed against her mouth, and he started to laugh at her when that happened.
"Hah! Don't think your tears are gonna move me this time, you fucking bitch. Don't think that your tears are gonna do a thing for me."
And they didn't, except maybe they added some anger to his fucking. He was outraged over the fact that she thought her tears could keep him from hurting her, particularly after she had said all those things about him.
Her hurt had come from her words. His was coming physically.
Deep down, Don had been wondering who was getting hurt the most. Her physical wounds would heal, he knew, but the ones he would be thinking about, because of what she had said to him, probably never would heal.
When he felt his dick throbbing in her the first time, he didn't even try to slow down. He kept moving his cock, slamming and fucking her, until he knew that he would not be able to hold back another second.
She was moaning by then, her moans muffled in the pillow.
He knew it was because she sensed that he was about to come, and Don did something for the first time, because he knew it would bother her. Just as he was about to come, 'he pulled his dick out of her pussy.
He started to jerk himself off, and his come was flying all over her cunt patch and belly. He pushed her blouse up a little bit and shot some come onto her tits, and then, he pressed his body down on hers. As he pulled the pillow away, she was still moaning a little bit, from the fucking, but she was angry as well.
"You bastard," she said to him. "So this is what it's come down to. Maybe we should just call the whole fucking thing off."
"What the hell are you talking about?" he asked her.
"I'm talking about this being our last vacation together, because it's also going to signal the end of our relationship. Got it?"
"Do you mean to tell me that it's over between us?"
"That's it, Don. If you're tying me up now, who the fuck knows what you're gonna be doing to me when we get back? I don't like it."
And he had untied her then, and she insisted on sleeping on the couch, because there was only one bed and-she didn't want to be in it with him.-
Of course, Don had been very upset about that, and the next day, she was all packed and insisting that he call the airlines to change their reservation and get them on a plane, out of there that afternoon.
He stayed. They decided it would be better. That way, she could go to his place and take her stuff out, whatever she had there.
Don had been hoping she would change her mind, and on the plane home, he'd been expecting to find her coffee maker in his place, as well as her hair dryer and other things that she usually left there. '
But when he arrived, none of it was there, and when he tried to call her, there was her tape message. He left a message, but she never called, so he called her a few more times, and when she didn't answer any of those times, that was it.
So, he'd been dating many women, but each time he would meet a new one, he would look at her and think about Cheryl.
When he had met Patty, he thought she would make him feel fantastic. She had long blonde hair, like Cheryl had, and she was really hot. The first time they went to bed together, she had been into anything and everything.
When he was fucking her cunt, she was moaning really loud, telling him just how good a fucker he was, and then, she started to tell him that she wanted to feel his dick working her hot ass over.
Don had only fucked a couple of asses in his life, but he loved fucking them because they were much, much tighter than your average pussy. He started to eat her ass to get it wet, and when it was just dripping with his saliva, oozing out of her in fact, he rammed his dick into her hot ass-hole.
Patty had loved it. She was on her back getting his cock up her ass, and he could feel the way his dick was throbbing.
When he looked at the lovely blonde and saw her tits heaving up and down, that was hot, and then, he slid his hand to her pussy and began to massage her clit as gently as he possibly could, wiggling it back and forth.
Soon, she was coming hard in the cunt. He felt it because of the way her clit was working, and then, when she was coming, her ass was spasming so hard. Don thought that he wouldn't be able to hold back.
But he did, because he stopped thrusting and waited for her ass spasms to subside, and once they did, he started up again.
He could feel the way her hot ass stayed nice and wet, and just as he was throbbing and ready to shoot off, she moaned her loudest.
"Yeah, baby. I want to feel that come shooting into me. I wanna feel it filling me. I wanna feel my ass filled, Don. Do it."
When he came inside of her, it was like heaven on earth, except for one thing. He closed his eyes, and he could see Cheryl.
It was a truly sensational feeling, he knew, but when he thought about Cheryl, it was almost like he was with her, and opening his eyes, only to discover that it was not his girl at all, but another girl, bummed him out.
Of course, he tried not to let Patty know, and she didn't seem to sense it.
After that, he decided to try and think about Cheryl as little as possible, but fucking Patty's ass didn't really make up for the girl he had lost. True, Patty knew how to do so many tricks that Cheryl could not do, but he still didn't like her as much.
When he saw the leopard lady swinging above his head, he couldn't stop thinking about Cheryl. Everything was coming back to him. He remembered the leopard in the jungle and the way she had been turned on, then the leopard suit.
The girl, he told himself, was leopard crazy, and that was sick.
When he told himself that, it made him feel better. After all, to think about losing a girl could be a bummer, but to think that you lost a girl because the girl was just fucked up, made you feel a little bit better.
Still, he was getting hot for the leopard lady above him.
He thought about Vonetta, and how she had looked in her leopard jump suit. He had been getting so hard when Vonetta had been dancing.
Just then, he started to dance off the floor, and Patty followed him.
"I'm going up to the bathroom," he said to the blonde girl. "I'll see you in a couple of minutes. Is that all right?"
"Sure," Patty said. "The place is swarming with hot men. I'll have fun."
He smiled at her. Deep down, he wouldn't have minded if she met some hot man who was going to take her home that night.
He thought that Patty would never do anything like that, but he wouldn't have minded the idea of it, because he wouldn't have minded going home alone.
He started to walk up the stairs so he could see the acrobatic performers at the same level that they were working at, and when he sat at a table, and stared at the black-haired beauty, she caught his eye.
He winked at her, and she winked back, then shook her leopard clad ass for a few seconds, to let him know she was interested.
So was he. He sat there the whole time that they were performing, and when they started to leave so other dancers could come on, she walked right up to him.
"Did you enjoy the show, Mister?" she asked, in a Puerto Rican accent.
"It was very nice. You're very nice," he told her.
"Would you like to buy a very nice girl a-drink? I think you could even buy yourself this very nice girl, if you're interested."
He started to smile at her. He had thought that a person couldn't make too much money doing what she did, and now he knew for sure. She also had a side line business, and when he smiled, so did she.
"I would only like you in leopard," he said to her.
"There's a zipper right in front of this outfit. Right here."
She slid her hand down to the zipper, and even pulled it down, then spread it open so he could catch a glimpse of her thick black patch and juicy red lips. She closed the zipper almost as fast as she opened it.
"Anything more is gonna cost you," she said to him, and he took a wad of bills out of his pocket, and asked her how much.
She smiled, then reached for a ten and a five.
Then, she took his hand and started to lead him down a hall, toward a small room. It turned out to be an extra coat room, which the disco would open when the place got too crowded. Right now, all they needed was the coat room downstairs, and so there was no one in this, but she had the key.
She opened the door and they stepped inside. The moment it was closed, she moved her lips to his and kissed him hard.
He slid his hands up and down her leopard outfit, then started to cup her hot buttocks through the material. He could feel her hot buttocks, and he could also feel a hell of a lot of heat from her kissing.
She was using her tongue like a pro, something which turned him on at first, and then turned him off. After all, thinking about her as a pro made him remember what a real whore she was, and it was no fun.
Don pulled away from her then, and got down on his knees. He pulled the zipper down and spread it as wide as he could. Now he could see her black patch, and her red cunt lips, so he started to lick her.
She was moaning really loud, and the moment his tongue made contact with her clit, he felt her starting to come. Don sucked as hard as he could, feeling the way the juices flowed out of his mouth, onto his tongue. He licked some of the cream off her cunt walls, too, she was tasted wonderful.
Then, he started to stand up, and he pulled his cock out of his pants.
There was a folding chair leaning against the wall. He pushed her onto the chair, once it was opened, then entered her.
The moment he was in her, he was loving it, but when she started to moan about how good he felt, he didn't like it all that much. For one thing, he knew that an animal would not talk, the way that she was.
For another, he couldn't help but think that she was saying it all because she wanted more money from him. He didn't know if she expected a tip or what, but she was a working girl, and she would be saying these kinds of things.
His dick did feel good, though. She had a nice hot pussy, and as he looked at her, taking her all in, he noticed the tail on her costume. He started to rub it over her face, and she kept moaning softly.
It was an incredible turn-on. He felt as if he was fucking a real animal, and there was something great about it.
Don could not get over it, as a matter-of-fact, and when he thought of how nice it was to be fucking a leopard lady,, his cock started to throb a little bit. He slowed down only because he didn't want to come right away, but he had to keep thrusting because of the way she kept talking.
"Oh, I wanna feel it real soon. I gotta. I gotta go and change real soon, sir. They only dance for a while, and I gotta be in my flag costume soon. Hurry."
So Don knew that he was going to have to fill her pussy with his come within a matter of moments, and when the urge was so great that he could not hold back, he started to come, closing his eyes as he did.
She purred a bit, sounding very much like an animal, and when he opened his eyes to look down at her, and saw her through blurred vision as his eyes were growing adjusted to the light, she was, indeed, a leopard.
His come started to fill her, and he loved every second of it. He kissed her all over her neck, and could hear the way she moaned softly.
He kept thrusting until he had drained himself, and when he slid out of her, she was rubbing her pussy and moaning softly.
"Wow, what a fucker," she was moaning. "What a hot fucker,"
He knew she was saying that to get him to tip her, but he didn't care. He was sure that she said it to everyone. There was only one thing he wanted to know. '
"Where did you get the costume? I mean, is there a store where you can buy them or were they made? Or what? I have to get one."
"They have them over on Forty-fifth Street," she said. "At this little costume store right off of Broadway. You can get it there."
"Thanks," he said to her, and he started to stand and leave.
"Hey, wait," she screamed out to him, and he was expecting her to come right out and ask for a tip, as he turned back. But when he did, she just laughed and pointed right between hiss legs. "I really think you look cute that way, baby, but I don't know if they'd like you running around the place with your dick hanging out."
He stuffed his cock right back into his pants, and smiled at her. When he thanked her and she said anytime, he loved it.
Don ran right downstairs and looked through the five different rooms until he found Patty talking with another blonde girl. He grabbed her by the arm and started to pull her as hard as he could, talking at the same time.
"Come on, baby," he was saying. "You and I have to go and get this costume, and then we're gonna go home and have ourselves a hot time in the old town tonight."