Chapter 7
"Don't be mean to me, please, please don't hurt me, Mr. Carlson!" she begged, her voice tremulous and filled with agony as suddenly she cried out.
Simon's hand descended like a scythe, slapping across both of her lush ripe bottom-cheeks, leaving a flaming red blotch as he laughed at her discomfort. Tears of humiliation and shame, even more potent than the pain she was feeling, streamed down her cheeks.
"Little girls with big mouths have to learn how to behave themselves," he informed her, loving the red patch of inflamed skin which he had etched across her plump fleshy nether globes.
The very feel of her ass turned him on wildly and all of her jiggling, her bucking and heaving against his naked crotch, only added to the resurgence of desire he was now experiencing. His stiff rigid hard-on rubbed hotly and delightfully against her luxurious parsley bed and even amidst her embarrassment, Laura Beth could feel the photographer's hard bristling member frictioning against her pussy.
But when his hand descended once again, marking another cruel imprint on her naked and defenseless buns, she jerked fitfully, begging him to release her. "Please, I'll be good. I'll ... I'll do anything you ask, just don't spank me anymore!"
"Anything?" he laughed, holding her with one hand wrapped around her waist, humping up towards her wet and naked snatch even as he brought his hand down and stung her ass with his palm and five fingers.
She winced, feeling the heat rising, her ass being stimulated in a way that was oddly arousing, the flesh becoming as hot as the warmth rapidly mounting inside of her pussy. She had felt cheated when he had pulled his cock out of her just before coming and now Laura Beth resolved to have her way, even if Simon Carlson thought he was the one with the upper hand, no pun intended.
"I love the way you keep flinching, Miss Coates," he laughed, turned on by what was happening, how he was playing father to this luscious little teenager. "Your ass is the color of the blush of youth, so nice and red and so wonderfully warm to the touch. Do you know what I intend to do once I've given you a good hot spanking?"
She refused to ask, shaking against him as she tried to reach back and rub her buns, for they felt hot and blistery, itching her something fierce. But despite the pain, the pleasure only grew more intense and she pressed down against his sweaty crotch, rubbing her cunt lips against the upperside of his cock and moving her body back and forth even as the loud thwack of flesh against flesh resounded painfully in her ears.
"All little girls who get fresh should be shown their place," he went on, breathless, feeling the wet milk of her desire streaming over his cock, moistening his boner so that any second he wouldn't be able to control himself.
"You are ... you are so strong, so much older than me," she whimpered, not understanding why the man was doing this to her yet finding a strangely perverse delight in being subjugated like this, shown her place, treated like the child that in reality she actually was.
He kept staring down at her tender globes, now rose-red as opposed to the unmarked unblushing creamy-white along the underside of her supple thighs. And each time she jerked, he squinted, straining to see between her ass cheeks, to unveil the mysteries of her succulent little bottom-hole.
"Have you ever had a cock shoved up your ass, my precious?" he wanted to know, letting go of her waist and using both of his hands to pry apart the half-moons of her luscious ass.
She felt him pulling her ass cheeks apart and stopped moving, holding herself rigid and immobile as he smacked his lips and stared down into the narrow and hairless little fissure, that delicate little crack from whence he was determined to obtain pleasure such as he had always dreamed of.
The pink corrugations swirling beautifully around her rosy anus made him drool and he spat a gob of hot saliva right down into her bottom furrow. She still remained silent, turning her head back to see how he appeared to be hypnotized, no longer able to speak.
Simon kept staring and then with one long and extended index finger, he reached down and rubbed his copious offering of spittle up and down along her tender naked crease, concentrating on lubricating the reddened folds and puckers of her delicate little bottom-hole.
"It's even prettier than your lovely little muff, my sweet," he laughed, rubbing slowly back and forth, manipulating his cock against her wet and dripping snatch even as he kept massaging his spittle over her anus.
He spit against, making sure that her hole was going to get good and lubricated, not wanting to hurt her or have her try to stop him. But even before he attempted to finger-fuck her, to sodomize her ass-hole with his probing digits, he had an idea that she would not make any serious move to stop him.
She remained passive and silent, responding to the pleasure now enveloping her, returning the caressing strokes of his frictioning cock by undulating her hips against his gristly pole even as she felt his finger pushing down against the narrow slit, the aperture which led down into the depths of her tight and tender bottom.
"Yes, you'll love the way a man's cock feels moving in and out of your sexy little bums, sugar," he went on. "I haven't fucked a good tight boyish ass since I was in prep school. And yours is infinitely nicer than a boy's, especially because I'll be able to finger-fuck your pussy at the same time. I'll be able to feel both of your hot little openings all at once."
"How did it feel to fuck a boy?" she asked, all eyes, innocent as a lamb as he pushed his finger down and she relaxed her sphincter muscles.
Ever so slowly, being far more gentle than she had first thought him capable of, Simon Carlson maneuvered his index finger down into place. He stretched her globes farther apart, staring at the slick reddened flesh along the inside of her ass and then feeling the smooth inner surface of her rectal walls, dry and tingling as she involuntarily convulsed her muscles, clenching them around his finger.
He pushed it all the way down and luxuriated in the steamy warmth of her tight little bottom. "You wanted to know how it felt to fuck a boy," he said, turning to look at her, at her wide and excited eyes, her cheeks blushing hotly under his stern and masculine stare.
"Yes, did it feel good? Did someone ever fuck you, too?" she asked him.
"No, my sweet, that wasn't my style, even back in prep, back when you were just a baby with not a hair on that sweet little mossy pussy of yours. But I did get a chance to corn-hole some of the younger boys. It was quite lovely, actually, crawling into their beds at night after lights-out, using spit and butter and sometimes even hair tonic to grease those darling little rumps, then to feel my cock slipping right inside their virgin sheaths."
"Did it ever hurt them?"
"I suppose it must have, at least in the beginning. But there was one boy in particular, Bayard was his last name. He was about thirteen and I was two years older. And my dear little princess, that child had an ass kings would ransom their queens for. So fucking tight it was just unreal.
"And he moved like a chick too, strange as it may sound. I used to ride his ass for what seemed like hours on end. He never stopped bucking up and down, squeezing his buns around my cock, wanting me to come and come again."
The story excited her and she closed her eyes and tried to picture Simon as a boy her own age, mounting an innocent little youngster and pounding his thick meaty cock down between the white hairless cheeks of his ass.
And as she thought of this, he kept working his finger in and out, loosening her restraint, getting her to totally relax until he was able to slip in a second finger, stretching her hole even more than before. He speared them up and down, side to side, reveling in the dry heat of her tender bottom.
"I ... I want you to do that to me, too," she finally blurted out.
"Do what?" he asked, laughing at her, smiling that he was once again going to get his way and have her exactly the way he wanted her.
"I want you to ram your cock right into my ass, all the way, until I can feel your pubic bush scratching my bottom. Just ... just like you used to do to that little boy, Bayard, the one whose bottom you buttered," she said excitedly, moving quickly now, pushing her sphincter muscles back and forth, wiggling her buns delightfully until he was panting and tingling all over.
"Poor little Bayard," Simon mumbled as he finally consented and eased his two probing pistoning fingers out of her bottom. "I saw him on the street several years ago and he was just a poor little mincing faggot. Guess he just couldn't stop liking getting fucked up the ass."
And saying this he pushed her off of his lap and crawled around on his hands and knees so that she stared with desire at the sight of his thick handsome prong, rising up out of his pubic bush, hot and ready for another round.
"Now get on your hands and knees so I'll have no trouble at all getting my cock inside your ass, Laura Beth," he told her, sounding like a schoolteacher as she hurried to obey him, anxious to get started and feel his dick sinking down into the tight clinging depths of her overheated bottom.
Quickly, she moved into position and Simon kept moaning to himself as he watched the way her nether globes jiggled, sticking out in the direction of his rigid and rampant dong. It was too good to ignore and he hurried to finish the act, gripping her with both hands around her waist and pushing forward so that the head of his cock moved right against her anus.
She held her breath, feeling the pressure of his throbbing pole, the slick velvety smooth surface of his unhooded glans pushing against her ass-hole. "Now just relax and let me do all the work," he whispered, shaking with excitement as he pushed down and she winced, feeling the way he was trying to wedge his cock-head right into place.
"Yes, do it, more," she whispered, loosening her ring of sphincter muscles and waiting for the stretching feeling which accompanied the entrance and penetration of his hard meaty sword of manflesh.
He groaned and heaved it into her, ramming forward until the tissues stretched, gaping wide, opening up in order that the glans of his penis might find refuge in the slick dry warmth of her bottom. And as it happened she began to shake, feeling more and more juice streaming down the walls of her snatch.
"Yes, feel it going in, opening up your ass, rubbing against your walls and frictioning, moving, deeper ... deeper, oh it's going, it's so good, baby, better than anything else, so fucking tight," he whimpered, still pushing down, exerting all of his strength against his cock so that he was able to pound it down into place.
She felt it sliding in, scraping along her rectal walls and widening them considerably. But the pressure of his thick surging cock could be felt inside her pussy and she felt no pain at all, no discomfort as he continued to slug it into her, not content until he was completely ensheathed.
"More ... a little more, oh yes, feel it, it's so hot, so fucking hot," he mumbled, looking down between his legs until the last thick inches disappeared from sight.
Her buns were a pillow, firm yet padded and rubbing delightfully against his hairy crotch. He held himself firmly in place, his balls swatting against the backs of her thighs as his hands now moved down and he pitched her forward so that she was on her hands and knees, rotating her bottom up and down and feeling his cock moving hotly inside of her.
Quickly, he slipped two pistoning fingers inside her gaping and juicy split, feeling his cock on the other side as he now began to stimulate her ass and her pussy, both at the same time. He kept finger-fucking her as he pulled back and then thrust forward, ramming his cock deep inside her clenching jiggling bottom.
"Does it feel good, feeling my meat inside of you?" he groaned, savoring the gripping embrace of her dry virginal ass, the way her anal walls responded to his presence by fibril-lating, clenching and unclenching around his pole.
"Yes, it's so good, so good having a man's cock buried inside my ass," she moaned, starting to move more agilely now, reminded of what he had told her, how Bayard had bucked and given his cock a ride for its money.
"More, keep moving, wiggle 'em, baby, keep shaking those fucking little white buns of yours!" he cried out, ripping in and out of her ass and pussy, heaving and thrusting like a wild man.
And the harder he fucked her, the faster she moved as well, responding energetically to his fierce and virile assault. She kept quickening her motions, squeezing her anal muscles, holding his thick rigid cock down into place.
Each searing stroke made her pant and more and more juice kept dribbling down her cunt walls, lubricating and inundating his fingers, actually seeping down into her anal crevice and soon enough coating the hairy base of his penis.
He was breathless with excitement and kept lurching forward as Laura Beth matched him, stroke for stroke, loving the way his balls hit her thighs and his cock stretched her ass-hole and his fingers rubbed against her clit.
It was pleasure, pure mindless pleasure, which was fast overcoming her. She flowed with it, already well on her way to coming once again, but wanting to feel Simon Carlson's cream shooting into her ass-hole at the same time that she got off.
"Don't ... don't pull out this time. Come inside of me. I love it when you come, when I'll be able to feel your load pouring and gushing like an enema, making me come at the same time," she told him, listening to the way he was groaning, grunting hoarsely as he got more and more aroused.
She now began to literally dance, moving quickly, wanting to come and jerking her ass cheeks around his cock and crotch, letting him hold on tight as he kept riding her. But when she reached down with one hand, barely able to balance herself, and sought to grab hold of his wildly swinging balls, he knew he was almost there, unable to hold out much longer.
She fondled his balls and stroked their furry wrinkled sac and he began to scream out, demanding more and more of her until he was beyond communication. She kept milking and toying with his nuts, holding them firmly, goosing the shit out of him as he stroked like a dog, jabbing hotly, one quick darting motion and then another.
"Yes, you're making ... making me come," he panted, thrusting in yet a third finger inside her cunt so that she screamed out and knew that she too was soon going to come; to shoot her load as hotly and intensely as Simon Carlson.
"Do it, harder, keep shoving it into me, ram it in, mean, hard, faster and faster, Mr. Carlson. Please, hurry, now, now I'm coming oh it's too much, too much!" she screamed, nearly falling down on the floor as more juice covered his twitching fingers and she began to climax.
He felt her muscles going amok, convulsing spastically, trembling again and again until he couldn't hold out any longer. "Yes, little one, feel my come, my fucking hot load. It's happening ... now, now I'm shooting, oh shit yes, I'm shooting, come, feel my cream, Laura Beth!"
His wild excited cries deafened her and then he stiffened as the first thick gushes of his manly load, good strong hot semen, poured into her tight and cock-filled bottom. She flinched and squeezed her anal muscles as tightly as she could and he roared with delight as his come kept splashing into her well-filled hole, the muscular ejaculations of his penis reverberating along her cunt walls and adding immeasurably to her pleasure.
There was no stopping either of them.
Laura Beth kept on shooting, even as the last thick gobbets of the man's spend poured into her ravished hole, bathing her anus in a rich creamy balm. It was warm and soothing, sticky as well and she finally slid down on the floor as he eased his fingers out of the wet dripping depths of her pussy.
He fell against her, the two of them breathless, wildly delighted by what had happened. He kept his cock in place and she kept working her sphincter muscles around it as slowly it began to go limp, soft inside of her.
The pressure diminished gradually and by degrees, though she kept trying to hold it down. But finally it eased out, squishing loudly as it slipped into the open and he pressed his limp shriveled dick between her buns.
"Shit!" he suddenly exclaimed, jerking back and staggering to his feet.
"What's the matter?" Laura Beth asked, turning over and watching him as he didn't even bother to dry himself off, come adhering to his limp cock as he pulled on his briefs.
"I have another shooting set up, in less then ten minutes," he told her, his mood changing dramatically so that she shrugged her shoulders and got to her feet, trotting off to the bathroom to dry herself before getting dressed.
"Well, it's been fun, I guess," she told him when she was ready to go, seconds before the bell rang to announce his next arrival.
"Yeah, beautiful," he said, pecking her on the cheek, dispassionate now that he had had her, had used her for his own erotic needs. "I'll send Pace the face sheets, the proofs with the black and whites. They're gonna be fantastic, don't you worry."
She didn't know the technical jargon, but she hoped they'd please Denny Pace. And on her way back to his apartment, she hoped that Simon wouldn't go shooting off his mouth, telling people what had taken place.
The last thing in the world she wanted to do was alienate Denny, for without him she had a feeling she'd always be a nobody, Monroe's good looks or not.
Denny Pace knew the business inside and out.
He had connections and influence in all the right places, from the showrooms on Seventh Avenue to the pages of the top magazines and fashion dailies in the trade. And he knew the quickest way to get Laura Beth to the top was to use his knowledge and awareness of the weaknesses of influential people.
When the face sheets came back from Carlson's studio, he couldn't believe his eyes. Laura Beth, in his opinion, photographed even better than she looked, if that was indeed possible. If anything, her blushing youthful innocence came back at him through the photos as nothing he had ever seen before.
That she was such a natural, so uniquely gifted to the photographers' art, pleased him immensely. But it was a dog-eat-dog business and unless he pulled strings and made the proper connections, Laura Beth might just end up another model among hundreds trying to survive in an already depressed and glutted market.
"Hello, Yvonne, this is Denny Pace here. How are you, darling?" he said over the phone the day he saw the photos. "I have someone I want you to meet, someone I'm sure the two of us will both be able to enjoy, understand, precious?"
The rich throaty chuckle, so familiar to people in the business, came back at him from the other end. "Someone for dear sweet me, Denny?" the woman asked with a smirk. "Or for the both of us, sugar? You sound like you have your claws out, all nicely sharpened."
"Yvonne, darling, when haven't we be known to share ... and share alike?" he quipped. "Just promise me to come for cocktails tomorrow night. I'll handle the rest. And Yvonne, get a good night's sleep the day before. You'll need it."
"Ciaou baby," and she hung up on him, leaving him standing by his desk with a twisted smile on his lips.
Yvonne Alexander was the maker or breaker of the fashion world. As editor-in-chief of the influential and prestigious high fashion monthly, Feminence, she had personally changed a thousand careers, making top models out of unknowns, careers that invariably led to movie contracts and the like.
But what few people, even in the gossipy business, knew, was that Yvonne had certain particular-likes and dislikes, certain tastes she found difficult to always satisfy, for she was recognized everywhere, guest of talk shows and darling of the smart set.
Denny knew what really made his old friend tick and he rubbed his hands together. On ever score, every level he could think of, he saw himself emerging as a winner. He would be able to get on Yvonne's better side, get her to help make Laura Beth's face and body known to millions of Americans.
And he would also be able to experience the rare treat of enjoying two cunts at the same time, one belonging to a girl, the other to an equally stunning and alluring middle-aged woman. Yvonne was bisexual, with a yen for young girls, teenagers in particular.
And since on occasion they had shared their treasures together, though none as young or as seductively attractive as Laura Beth Coates, there was no reason to doubt that this time it wouldn't work just as easily as it had in the past.
He only had to contend with Laura Beth, though he suspected that once he explained things to her, she would prove to be highly cooperative. He sensed, even in the short period of time she had been living with him, a tremendous will and drive to succeed and if that meant enjoying the attentions of a woman for a change, he was certain she would prove resilient enough to handle it.
"Yvonne Alexander's coming over for cocktails tomorrow night," he told her that night as they sat in his living room talking and listening to records.
"The head of Feminence, the woman everyone's so afraid of?" Laura Beth asked, having been reading the gossip columns and already well on her way to familiarizing herself with people and places of the fashion world.
"The one and only," he said with a grin, putting down his glass and reaching around to hold her.
She snuggled up against him, a little high and perfectly content as she pressed her girlish fingers against the loose rounded bulge in his pants, fondling his half-rigid cock as he decided to tell her everything so that she would be suitably prepared.
"And Uncle Denny wants to ask you a big favor, my darling," he told her then, shivering as her fingers moved back and forth, stroking his cock and getting him highly aroused.
"You don't have to ask favors, Mr. Pace," she said gaily. "You know I'd do anything for you, anything in the world."
"Are you sure, Laura Beth?"
"Of course I'm sure!" she exclaimed. "Why ... why just have me prove it to you."
"I was hoping you'd say that. You see, if Yvonne-likes you, my dear child, she only has to snap her fingers and your face will be on the next cover of Feminence, she's that powerful. But..."
"But what? Won't she like me? You like me, don't you, Mr. Pace?" Laura Beth asked, looking at him with narrowed and questioning eyes, wondering why he was being so hesitant to disclose any more details.
"Oh, I'm quite sure she'll like you, Laura Beth. The fact is, she'll like you ... just as much as I do. And just the same way, understand?"
"No, I don't think so, not really," she admitted, still pressing her hand down against the hard throbbing bulge of his now thick and rigid erection.
He groaned softly from the pleasure of her touch, rubbing his fingers over her nipples, unbuttoning her blouse and glad that she had listened to him and had stopped wearing bras. Her tits were warm and pliant and he tweaked her nipples as she shivered and edged still closer to him, about to lower her head and press her lips against his crotch if he kept turning her on the way he was doing at that moment.
"Have you ever ... ever been in bed, made love to another woman, Laura Beth?" he finally blurted out.
"No, never!" she exclaimed and then she thought of what Simon Carlson had told her about his prep school days, how he had fucked boys up the ass. The idea of having sex with a woman was not in the least bit repulsive to her and she turned her eyes back to Denny Pace just as he eased away from her.
"Now just lean back on the couch, darling and let Uncle Denny take a good look at you."
She did as she was told, pressing her head against the side cushions, one leg stretched out across his lap and the other over the side of the sofa. He was panting, breathing hard and she could see how his cock was still growing, tenting up in front of his trousers.
"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, Laura Beth, and you know how I'm going to protect and take care of you, don't you?"
""Yes," she whispered.
"I'm glad you believe me. Let me look at you now, darling and then I'll tell you what has to be done. Come, lift your skirt up for Uncle Denny. I hope you aren't wearing panties the way I asked. I don't want any nasty tight things suffocating that beautiful little pussy of yours, sweetheart."
She giggled and lifted up her skirt, exposing the fleecy ringlets of her pubic mound, the plump little hill of lust making him gape and stare with fixed desire. He reached down and slipped off her shoe, pressing her foot and toes against his crotch, forcing her to tickle his cock and make him pant with burning excitement.
"I love to just look at you like this, Laura Beth," he whispered as he consumed her with his eyes, watching the way the outer lips of her twat spread slightly apart so that he could just about see the tip of her hot and pulpy little clit.
She tingled all over and squirmed on the cushions, rubbing her foot against his cock with faster and faster motions. "Laura Beth, tomorrow, when Yvonne comes over, I would love to see her wrapping her lips around your pussy and eating you out, just the way I like to do."
Laura Beth's mouth fell open.
"Yes, I'd love that, and then have you do the same thing to her. She has a most beautiful cunt for a woman, all dark-black and hairy and much deeper and wider than your own. I'm sure you'll get great pleasure treating yourself to her cunt."
"And ... and what will you do?" she whispered, already visualizing what he had just described. "I don't want to be alone with her, I want you to be there, too."
"Oh, you're too much, sweetheart, just too much," he laughed. "Of course Uncle Denny will be there, never you fear."
Now that he had taken care of business, he turned his attentions to what he felt were more pressing matters. Namely, enjoying Laura Beth's voluptuous and hot-blooded young body without further interruption.
She didn't have to be convinced of the wisdom of that.