Chapter 9
Nick checked the room number.
He was just putting the key in the lock when the door swung open.
"I thought I heard someone," she said, returning his broad smile.
"I believe this belongs to you," he said, handing her the key. "I was told the bearer would receive glad tidings of great joy."
Nick's eyes started on the face and worked down over the bunting halter and tight shorts.
She didn't seem to mind one bit. "C'mon in," she said, and closed the door behind him, letting her eyes move over his body just as obviously as his had moved over hers.
As she moved into his anus, Nick's anger at Sabrina and his astonishment at Gertie's offer melted in a delicious, tingling sensation in his groin. It had been a long, long time sin he had taken time out to pull such a stunt and he decided to forget his problems and enjoy it to the fullest.
He kissed her and then stepped back. He looked at her breasts and the dark slit where her tight shorts had squirmed slightly up into the crack of her cunt. He shrugged the coat from his shoulders and opened his shirt.
"On the floor... in here? Or the bedroom?"
"You're a man of few words," she said, taking in his body with her eyes. She moved closer, her fingers roving across the matted hair on his chest. Then she skillfully opened his pants. They dropped to his ankles and he kicked them off.
Nick found the tie on the halter. She arched her back to make it easier for, him to unfasten the knot. The material fell away and her hot, hard nipples were tracing hot paths across his chest.
Her tits were pointed, and she didn't need a bra; her tits stuck straight out from her body and didn't fall a bit.
He moved his hands on down and let them creep under the tight shorts until he cupped the cheeks of her ass. Pulling her forward, he mashed his hard cock against her belly and lashed her tongue with his in a heated kiss.
With their hands feverishly working at each other, they managed to undress each other.
"Jesus, you're big," she said when his cock swung up and out to greet her smiling face. She leaned over and pushed his shorts on down to his ankles. Before she stood again, she put her lips on the tip of his giant erection and kissed it.
"I don't give a fuck where we do it," she said, standing up again and pressing herself against him. "Just do it! Put that big cock inside me!"
Nick grunted in agreement and fell to the thick carpet, puffing her down on top of him.
Her warm body squirmed passionately on top of him while his mouth worked on hers and his hands covered every inch of her delightfully curved body, rubbing, caressing, and exploring the satiny mounds of flesh.
Nick rolled over on top of her so his hands could work on the front of her body more easily. His palms began kneading the flesh of her firm-pointed breasts, and then his fingers moved to roll and caress the swollen tips gently at first, and then with more pressure. She was moaning and lifting her hips up to rub herself against his throbbing body.
"Now... Jesus, give it to me, all of it, now!"
Nick let her guide his sperm-seeping cock to the center of her splayed thighs. As his warm, throbbing cock-flesh sought and found her cunt, his hips lurched forward. In one powerful stroke the full length of his cockmeat buried itself to the balls in her gaping cunt.
He stroked his meat in and out of her quickly, enough to get it slick with her pouring juices. Then he lifted his torso as high as possible above her, still driving his cock inside her sucking hole.
She smiled in agreement as she immediately lifted her legs in anticipation of what he planned to do. He supported his weight on one arm and slipped the other under her leg so that her head rested against his shoulder. He did the same with the other leg and he gave a grunt of satisfaction and anticipation as he felt her heels dig into his shoulders.
"Oh baby," she said, "I think you do want to fuck!"
"That's what I came up here for," he said.
The brunette grabbed a handful of carpet in each hand and screamed in rapture as Nick slammed forward, bouncing his balls against her asshole and skewering the full length of her cunt with his driving meat.
"Oh honey... oh shit! Oh God!" she moaned. "Jesus, what a cock... what a hunk of fuck meat you got!"
"Fuck back, baby... squeeze my cock with your pussy!"
"I think you're gonna spilt me wide open," she cried. "Do it... do it! Ream the piss outta me!"
Nick slammed his hips against the backs of her thighs savagely, pistoning his cock into her. He could feel his cock ripping through her cunt. He hammered at her in hard short strokes, vigorously smashing into her yielding flesh, keeping up a fantastic pace while she moaned and twisted her body against him.
"Oh God, you can fuck!" she screamed. "Cock me... fill me... FUCK ME!"
He closed his eyes and fucked her wildly, blindly. He thought of all the whores he owned and controlled. He could see each of them as he fucked them like he was now fucking this little brunette, driving her body relentlessly into the rug.
He thought of the whore Fay, and the innocent look on her face when he had fucked her. He wondered what her face would look like when Gertie's two brothers and Gertie got done with her. He thought of Gertie, her perfect body, her love for him. He almost wished he would have taken her up on her offer. He wondered if she would make it again. Only he knew what it meant for her to make such an offer.
Then he taught about her... the bitch, the cunt.
He thought how much he wanted her.
He opened his eyes and the brunette's voice came back to him. She was screaming her way toward orgasm. And suddenly he wanted her to come and he wanted to come himself.
He wanted to get it over with so he could get on to the next one.
Gripping her by the thighs, he yanked her viciously against his body as he drove his cock into her cunt like a hard-headed plunger.
"Oh God, you've hit the bottom! It hurts like hell but don't stop!"
"Come, you cunt... come! Dammit, COME!" When the spasms of release tore through her body she arched up even farther. Her cunt convulsed and contracted over his cock in great gushing squirts. He strained at every muscle as he poured his passion into her convulsing pussy, his hands squeezing her clenched ass-cheeks as his hips churned against her.
When the last of his spunk had been drained, he pulled his cock out of her quivering pussy. He smiled with satisfaction. His prick was still hard.
He started getting into his clothes.
"Hey," she said, opening her eyes and looking up at him from the floor.
"I got another street to catch."
"Huh?"
"Private joke," he said, throwing his coat over his shoulder and stuffing his tie into one of the pockets.
"Hey, baby... yaw only good for one time?" she said. "I thought we were gonna make a party outta tills."
"Sweetheart," he said, "on a scale from one to ten, you'd rate about five. I never go back for seconds for less than a nine."
"You dirty prick bastard!" she screamed.
"Here," he said, tossing a candle at her from a stand beside the door, "frig yourself."
He got the door closed just in time. The candle made a dull thud as it hit the other side of the door.
He headed for the seventh floor. Rather than wait for the elevator, he took the stairs two at a time.
When he opened the door, he saw a chick, real tall with heavy tits... wide hips and a wild hunk of hair on her cunt, black and thick as a rug.
It was all there underneath the sheerest shortie pajamas he had ever seen. They were white so the black mat of her pubes was clearly outlined.
"What the hell?" she said, rubbing sleep from her eyes.
He dangled the key from his right hand. "I work in the garage," he said. "Bruno thought you might like a change of pace for your next oil change."
She smiled. "I thought you were my old man... you got me out of bed."
"Where is it?" he said, dropping his coat over a chair.
"Where's what?"
"The bed!"
She looked at him and he saw the smile forming as her eyes roved over his body. He returned the favor. As he openly studied her, the small, brown nipples began to grow and he fought an urge to reach out and fondle them.
"Who and what did you say you were?"
He looked down at the dark tufts of curly hair that showed through the bikini bottoms of the baby dolls and smiled.
"Does it make any difference?"
She looked over his body again and stood back to let him in. "No, I guess not. The bedroom's through there."
He followed her bouncing, dimpled buttocks across the room and started to strip while she crawled back into the bed. He saw her hands slip into the panties and push them down and off. She lay back and spread her legs, and then with her eyes riveted to his jerking erection, she began stroking her pussy.
As he crawled into the bed, she fisted his cock and pulled him between her thighs. "Don't you wanna get it a little wet first?" he said. "I'm a little big to go dry wall."
"You won't be," she said. "That sleepy shit was all an act. But I really did think you were my husband. I was in here fucking one of the bellboys when you unlocked the door."
"Well I'll be damned."
"He went bare-assed out the window and down the fire escape. Believe me, I'm wet as a river and hot as a firecracker."
She arched her back and slammed upward against him, completely sheathing his rigid meat in one vicious lunge. The wiry hair around her slit was indeed like a mat. It tickled his shaft all the way in and did the same to his balls.
"Oh, honey," he moaned, feeling the cushiony softness of her pubic hair against his pelvis. "You are gonna be good."
"So are you," she said, her voice full of awe and amazement. "That fucking bellboy was a midget compared to this." Her ass bounced up wildly, claiming everything he could give her.
Her inner cunt was like slick velvet as she twisted, rotated, and gyrated, gleefully working little muscles deep inside, clutching his throbbing cock at he drove at her steadily. Her head sank back and her thick, black hair, covered the pillow as she let out a shrill cry of ecstasy. Her hips shot up to meet his hammering prick.
She convulsed again and again, tightening and loosening her viselike grip on his pulsing prick, grabbing at his cock and pulling his flooding lust into her quaking cunt.
"Bend me up. I want to watch it go inside me. I want to see all that beautiful cock slide into me and know I'm taking it."
Reaching under her smooth soft buttocks, he lifted her until she could bend no more. He was almost standing, his cock aimed at her slick pussy. She reached up and guided him to her cunt until the tip disappeared.
"Now, love. NOW! All of it, give me all of it! Pound it home. Screw me! Screw me good! FUCK ME!"
He thrust hard, sending his randy cock deep inside her. She responded by grinding her hips against his. He felt her soft ass-cheeks pounding against his thighs.
She rose to meet his kiss. She captured his tongue, sucking it deep into her mouth, and locked her legs harder around his body in a viselike grip. She felt the fluttering movement of his cock inside her, deep inside her, and she increased her fuck-thrusts to match his.
Nick was careful to vary his movements just enough to keep her at the peak of desire. Each time he would change his pace or motion, the woman would show her approval by arching her back and thrusting herself even harder against him.
Nick used his cock like a probe, seeking out the angles and positions that most excited her. Her short explosive gasps told him exactly when he had found each of her desires.
He glanced down to see her face contorted in thrilling passion. Her mammoth tits rolled and bobbed in time with the movement of her body. He responded to the satin pressure he felt from the velvety lips of her wet slit, and urged her even farther toward relief.
He withdrew his slick cock slightly and waited until she begged him to resume the steady, hard pounding thrust he had used when they had first begun.
Suddenly she cried out, her body flexing in anguished passion as her clenched fists beat a tattoo on his back and shoulders. With a last savage thrust from Nick, their bodies froze in an ecstatic arc of flesh as their first mutual release rocked through their bodies.
They shuddered against each other and quivered before their bodies fell back onto the bed. The woman's convulsions lasted longer than his, and to aid her, Nick stayed within the silken walls of her cunt, maintaining the pressure she needed for total release.
He watched her smile as she assumed she was doing something more to satisfy his passion. She wasn't, he thought, but at that moment he didn't care. He had what he wanted without Sabrina. He had it then and he would have it again, any time he wanted it.
"What's the difference"
"What?" she asked.
"Nothing," he replied. "You mind if I take a shower?"
"Help yourself," he said, relaxing and lighting a cigarette.
The hot water had a lulling effect on his mind and body. The water was pounding so hard that he didn't hear the shouting voices from the bedroom or the bathroom door slamming open.
When the shower curtain was thrown back, he barely saw the mustached face before the man's fist caught him hard across the jaw.