Chapter 9

I sat around the house and sulked for the next three days, I was sulking because I hadn't heard from Cliff. It pissed me off to recall how demanding he was when he expected you to do something. He'd get you up out of bed in the morning, like he did with me, and announced he'll be over to take you to the beach. He'd never stop and ask if I had something on. No, whatever it would be, it would have to take a distance second to what he expected.

I kept telling myself that when he did call, and he had to eventually, I would get a little nasty with him. Not so nasty that he'd want to break off with me, cause I couldn't risk that. I loved him too much. But enough to maybe teach him a lesson or two.

Finally the third day after we had gone to the beach I heard a knock at my front door. I had been watching an afternoon interview program from New York so I could see one of my favorite singers, Harry Belafonte. He was right in the middle of a song when the damned knocking came.

I muttered a little under my breath and got up. Lo and behold who should be staring me right in the face with that same old confident grin than Cliff, who as usual was acting like he had the world by the tail. "Afternoon my little fox."

"Hello, stranger."

"What's with the stranger bit," he reached out and tucked me under my chin.

"I haven't seen you around much," I shrugged. "Well aren't you gonna even ask me in?" "Sorry. Come in."

He stalked right in and made himself at home. It seemed that no matter where he was or who he was with you always got the idea that he was completely in charge of everything.

Cliff marched into the kitchen and mixed himself a straight shot of vodka. He mixed a screwdriver for me, never bothering to ask if I wanted one. But since I did want one I gladly took it, taking a long sip right along with him.

"You mind if we turn this set off?" he asked.

"After this song is over," I put my foot down. Belafonte was still singing and I wanted to give him a chance to finish.

Suddenly Cliff looked over at the set.

"Oh, I don't blame you," he nodded after observing Belafonte on the screen "I dig Harry too. Let's let him finish."

Cliff sipped his drink from a standing position until the song ended. Then he flipped off the set.

"Well, baby, we've got our big chance tomorrow night," his eyes lit up with enthusiasm.

"What's up?"

"We really lucked out. One of the dirtiest and richest old men in this town has invited us over to his mansion. We're gonna put on a wild show for him, something that'll make the one the other night look tame."

"Who is this guy you're talking about?"

"His name is Howard Steele Vanderpool. He's a retired millionaire industrialist who used to have the most active cock in town."

"More active than yours?"

"That was back before I was on the scene," he laughed. "Anyway, now he can't get a hard-on so he gets his kicks watching bizarre acts. A friend of his happened to catch our little performance the other night and told him about it. The old man got on the phone and called me last night. At eleven-thirty, no less, while I was ramming my prick into the chicken's pussy. He was so excited that I didn't think he was ever gonna stop talking. When he finally did it was to give me time to say yes or no to his offer. Naturally I said no, even if it was the most generous one I've ever had. Since he was that hot for the idea and had that much bread sitting around I figured I'd make him pay top dollar, wait him out."

"Very good thinking. And it worked?"

"Did it ever. I'm not even gonna tell you, or Jackie and Consuela either, how much it was for. I'm gonna keep that as a nice surprise. All I can say is that if we do the job right we've really got it made. I'm so happy I can hardly sit still. This is something. We've really hit the big time in this business."

Cliff finished his drink. Then he said briskly: "Let's go in the bedroom and have a good fuck."

"I know. You're sex starved, as always."

"How'd you guess?"

"Your middle leg told me."

We shared a good laugh over my comment.

"Then let's go to that bedroom. The bed's burning up just waiting for us," I said.

During my lonely hours waiting to hear from Cliff I had told myself that I would stand up to him and tell him I didn't like what he was pulling on me. At certain intervals I even envisioned myself telling him that if he couldn't devote more time to me and mend his ways a little I'd go back to work for Barney.

It was laughable to think of me doing something like that. All he had to do was show up on the scene and I'd eat out of the palm of his hand, do anything he wanted me to.

That fact was being proven one more time that day. I had made one little comment at the door, but quickly softened up under his awesome presence. He was the only person I had even known who had that kind of a powerful effect on me.

Once we got into the bedroom he uttered a request: "How about you taking my clothes off today. I'd really get a kick out of that for a change. You can start out real beautiful by pulling my dick out of my trousers. That'll be a great opener."

"Sounds very interesting."

I reached out and unzipped his fly. Tingles flew through my stomach as I reached inside his pants and pulled out his dong. That first bit of sexual contact with him was in a way always the most exciting. It was when things would come to a head. The longer I'd go without sex with him the more inspired I would be when I got to reach out and touch him, as I was doing then.

"Take my penis out and play with it, Carolyn," he commanded gently.

"Oh, does that look yummy," a triumphant smile swept across my face as I took his hard dong in my fingers and worked up and down it energetically. "A big wonderful lovely cock."

"That's it, just keep playing with it. Let's make the most of our time together. You only live once and every fuck is a different one. Make the most of it."

Up and down his long pole my fingers moved with a disciplined vigor. It was great stroking him, and the contact caused my cunt to feel pangs of arousal. I knew that a great fuck was in store for both of us and was determined to do everything that Cliff requested to bring it about.

"Now you can take my clothes off," he suggested.

I pulled down his pants, letting my fingers make contact with his trim, athletic legs, so muscular, so supple. He was a he man and now I was getting to enjoy all of him, not just the magnetic portion of him between his legs.

When I took off his shirt I felt around his huge biceps, which aroused me all the more, lastly I got off his underwear, reaching out and jacking on his dick several times.

"Okay, so now I'll take off your clothes," he said. Fair enough."

"Yeah. Just make sure that you play with my skin like I did with yours, baby."

"I wouldn't miss out on a good thing like that."

His fingers went to work with their usual precision mastery as he took my slacks off. His fingers ran up and down my legs and tickled my boobs, then my snatch. He was putting me through the very paces that would get me hot for sex.

He maneuvered my body downward toward the bed, running his hands up and down my body all the while. He pinched my boobs several times and reached over and kissed my lips.

"I'm gonna make you fly tonight," he told me flatly. "I'm gonna give you a screw you'd never believe if you didn't get it."

His hot loins went into motion at that point. He drove his hot cock into my vagina, pushing and stabbing with a steady forward movement. My hips flipped back and forth to meet his forward thrusts.

"Drive it in me," I begged, "I want it."

Cliff stuck it to me like the pro he was, driving himself at a determined clip, shoving his cock around my cunt. This time he shoved the whole thing in there faster than ever before. Normally he was willing to bide time, to let it slip in a little bit at a time, but now he was too anxious for that. He was going for broke right from the early stages of our screw.

His lips pressed against mine as he provided extra stimulation along with the probing cock movements. He drilled me with great rapidity, but slowed down every time he reached the point of being carried away. He wanted to go for broke, but on his terms, and did not want to orgasm right away.

He slipped his tongue inside my mouth and let it crash against mine. Back and forth it tore, keeping time with the strumming movements of his hard prick, which was driving frenziedly inside Once he removed his tongue from my mouth he let it slip back down to my breasts, where he went to work with the same degree of zeal his cock was applying to my cunt.

I flung my body forward every few strokes to see if every solid inch of his prong was inside. It was. My heart was pulsating speedily as he manipulated his prick forcefully.

"Oh, that tight cunt's too much," he finally gasped, "I can't take much more. I've gotta shoot."

Several strokes later there was a loud gasp emanating from Cliff, upon which the soaring white juice bolted from inside him and into me. My body trembled and an orgasm of my own shot from my pussy at the identical point.

"Well, guess I've gotta be going," he said abruptly a few seconds after climaxing.

"What's the hurry. Stick around for some more fireworks."

"Nah, gotta run." "What for?"

"You know that dame I mentioned that likes my cock? The blow job artist from back East?" "You mean the singer?"

"Yeah. Anyway, she closes at the club where she's appearing and I promised I'd be there. Besides, she said she's got just enough time before she catches her plane out to go down on my dick in her room. Her husband took an afternoon plane back today, which makes things rather timely from our standpoint."

"Well, good luck Don Juan," I said with a trace of sarcasm in my voice. I felt he had played a dirty trick on me since I was just getting warmed up for a solid evening of passionate screwing, interrupted only briefly by dinner.

"What's the matter?" he immediately caught the tone. "Didn't I give you a good piece of ass?"

"Yes, but I'm not that crazy about fuck and run romances."

"Ah, don't be so goddamned touchy," he laughed. "You'll be getting all the action you can stand tomorrow night over at Howard Steele Vanderpool's joint."

"I guess the rest of my passions will have to be put to rest until then," I nodded sadly.

"It's not so bad," he slipped on his shirt. "You should be saving yourself tonight. Just relaxing. Then you'll be ready to go all the way tomorrow, and that's what I want. We can't put together any half-hearted stuff for that guy. My reputation's at stake. I've got a lot of pride about these things."

A minute later he was scurrying rapidly out the front door, while I remained stretched out on the bed, contemplating what had happened. He had blown in the door a few minutes earlier like a thunderbolt, and had departed in the same way.

Then it dawned on me. My opportunity had fallen by the wayside due to inaction. I had told myself that I would lay the law down to Cliff but instead he got things all h|s own way, as usual.

I took a leisurely shower, washing all the sweat, cock and cunt juice off of my body. I thought some more about Cliff and started swearing at him under my breath.

"Why does the guy have to be so damned cocky?" I blurted aloud as I slipped a bar of soap under one of my arms.

Then the answer came back to me in a flash. Because he's a famous ex-athlete who's rich and has a big cock and can have practically any woman he wants just by snapping his fingers.

I guess a combination like that would be enough to make any man cocky, I was reluctantly forced to admit.