Chapter 8
Dinah was happy now that she could say she knew what it felt like to fuck. She was a driven fucking-machine now, there was no stopping her. She remembered the afternoon not long ago when she went on a job interview. It was at a dance studio. The job was really just a glorified gofer, but she figured she'd at least get to meet people. Boy, was she ever correct in that surmise.
The first moment she stepped into the space, a large man accosted her.
"What you here for?" he said.
"I'm here for the job."
"Job?" He looked her up and down for a quick moment. He saw all he needed to see. "Yeah, we have job."
Strange, Dinah thought, he doesn't look foreign yet he speaks oddly. The man was rotund but not bad looking. He certainly carried his extra weight with dignity.
"Well," Dinah almost stuttered, "is there someone I can see about the job?"
"Me."
"Beg your pardon?" Dinah asked.
"Me, you see me. I boss."
Dinah extended her hand. "Pleased to make your acquaintance Boss."
He grasped her hand in his huge mitt. "Name Hamullyan."
"Hamun?"
"No matter, call me Ham. Yours?"
"Mine? My what? Oh, my name. Is-I mean it's Dinah."
"You say Vagina? That not name for nice girl."
"No, DINAH, with a D."
"Just joke." He let go of her hand. Dinah resisted the urge to wipe her palm off. Not that his grasp was clammy. Far from it.
"Is the job still available?"
"Is job. You want, is yours."
"Great, thank you very much."
"Not thank yet. First we talk." He led the way to a room off to the side of the studio. They passed by a few dancers on a break, rubbing their feet and drinking diet sodas. Dinah heard a few snickers from some of the women.
She looked at 'Ham' as he held the door open for her. "Come," he said. She came.
Dinah tried to get on a more business like footing. She sensed trouble in this small room that only contained a bare table and two chairs. "I have a resume; it's not very long but I'm a good worker." She handed him the paper.
Ham took the paper without a glance and placed it on the table. "Is no matter. Is good. Very good."
"So what would you like to know? Dinah asked perkily.
"Shoe."
"Pardon?"
"No sorry. Shoe. Size."
"My size shoe?"
"Yeh. Size shoe."
"I wear a size seven."
"Ah, is good."
He heaved his considerable bulk into one of the chairs. Dinah waited to be asked to sit but no such invitation came.
The strange man surveyed her at his leisure, looking her up and down until Dinah began to fidget uncomfortably. Just as she decided to seat herself, the odd man spoke.
"Give me your shoe."
"My shoe?"
"Yes, shoe. Give"
Dinah stepped out of her high heeled pump. She had intended to wear a 'sensible shoe' on this, her first job interview, but Nina suggested to her otherwise. "Wear your sexiest shoe without being obvious about it," she had said. So Dinah had selected a rather high heel with the front cut out.
The man was now fondling her one shoe while she stood rather awkwardly in the other. "Valk," he told her.
"What?"
"I said valk, valk around room."
"Oh." Dinah was so taken aback by this strange command said in a such a difficult way to understand that she instantly obeyed. She promptly began to hobble around the room as best she could under the circumstances.
"Ah, good," the man said for the umpteenth time.
She finished her turn around the room and was once again facing him, balancing herself on one leg.
"You valk good, is important to job."
"So Mr Ham do I have the job?"
"Shoe is good. Valk is good. We see foot is good for valk you have job. Give foot." He held out his paw.
Dinah obediently tottered over to him and raised her foot. The man gently placed it on his leg, and reverently stroked the instep.
"Foot good for job. Plenty valk this job."
Dinah was thinking of Nina's reaction when she told her about 'her interview'. Hopefully the rest of it turns out be as hilarious as this, she thought ruefully.
Mr Ham reached out with one stubby arm and pulled the other chair towards Dinah. "Sit." She sat.
And waited. Her foot was on the man's lap. In the process of sitting her leg had moved closer into his body. It was directly over his genitals.
Dinah pretended not to notice as she felt his prick move on its own underneath her toes and instep. The man stared at her very innocently and began to speak of ordinary things. Her duties at the dance studio. The salary and hours, all very pleasant and easy. He then asked her to tell him about her-self.
He wanted to know how many siblings she had, where she had gone to school. All rather mundane things. Dinah perceived that his breathing was getting a little faster and louder. She wondered if she should attempt to help him, or if it was more prudent to ignore him. She decided to do a little of both.
Reaching up to her other shod foot, she took off the shoe.
"Do you mind if I rub my foot, it's sore from walking."
"No, I no mind. You vant I do?"
"If you don't mind, I do so love a good massage."
"Yes, massage. I do."
He accepted her proffered foot and proceeded to gently rub. Instantly Dinah was in raptures. The man, no matter how peculiar he was, sure knew the pressure points of the foot.
Dinah decided to help him out a little and in her ecstasy pretended not to notice her other little foot exerting precise pressure on his dick.
He was looking away from her now, she knew he was going to come. The question was, would she get the job for being so cooperative?
She didn't want to take any chances. She moved the foot that was titillating his penis. When he looked at her in surprise, with a bit of a hurt expression, Dinah licked her lips.
"You look like you need more." How else could she say it? She couldn't say "I'll give you a blowjob fat man."
He wasn't stupid. Without a word he undid his zipper and out popped the hugest prick she'd ever seen. She hadn't seen many but she KNEW this was gigantic. Uh oh, she thought.
He saw her hesitate and said, "is no matter, I no put all way inside."
"Inside?" Dinah said as he got up and lifted her over to the table. The man then turned her around so that she was facing the table with him behind her. He lifted her skirt and before she object he had his penis between her cunt lips.
Her pussy had become wet while he was massaging her foot, but she had never imagined fucking the man. She became excited the moment he lifted her off the chair, though.
Moving his prick around the beginning of her cunt he leaned his body over her, forcing her upper torso onto the tabletop. His large hands traveled under her blouse and cupped one full breast each.
Now that he had a firm hold on her he began to get serious. His dick began making its way into her canal. The pain was excruciating. She had never felt penetration like this before.
Neither had Mr Ham. He gasped occasionally as he moved in and out of her. Only part of his prick had entered her, gradually he began thrusting harder.
"Aaah!" Dinah cried.
She hadn't meant to make any noise. She couldn't help it though.
Mr. Ham was having trouble pushing into her; he had never, even with his gargantuan proportions, had the luck to find such a tight pussy.
He drew back slightly out of her and thrust as hard as he could.
"AAAAAAAoooooooooowwwww!" Dinah shrieked.
The man became still inside her. Seconds passed and neither of them moved. Dinah wondered if she had scared him.
He withdrew his prick and gasped.
Dinah whirled around and saw what had alarmed him.
There was blood on his gigantic prick. He looked at her in awe and picked her up. He placed her on the table and spreading her legs, examined her cunt.
"You virgin? Why you no say?"
"I uh-"
"Oh, what I do? I ruin you!"
"No, that's okay," Dinah began to say, but she decided to remain silent.
"Now you are mine, I marry you."
"No, no, that's alright, really. I have to leave now." It was getting even too weird for Dinah to handle. "My friend is waiting for me."
"Boyfriend?"
"No. Girlfriend." She was beginning to pick up his strange manner of speech.
"Wait. Wait. We finish. Okay?"
Dinah started to get off the table to leave which the man took as a sign of assent.
He lifted her back into position and this time very gently lifted her skirt. He slowly placed his prick back into her as he pulled her hips out.
Mr Ham lifted her skirt further off her buttocks and gasped again as he saw her perfect milky white cheeks. He gripped them and rammed his prick all the way into her cunt.
"OOOOOooooow!" she yelled, not quite as loud this time.
He pulled out of her a bit and pushed in again. This time Dinah didn't scream. It felt great! Better than ever. This strange fat man had the magic dick!
Dinah got into the rhythm. When he pulled hack Dinah held still. As he got ready to thrust inside her, she arched her back so as to allow for optimum penetration.
It felt as though his prick was inside her belly!
They kept this up for some time, moving faster and faster until the man was about to come. Dinah had already had one orgasm but out of a sense of delicacy she didn't let him know. Unless he could tell by the frantic contractions that were occurring inside her.
"Oh, Vagina, I come in you, is okay?" he asked. Dinah smiled. He'd forgotten her name. "Yes, is okay."
"Oh, oh, ooohhhhhooohhhh!"
His prick increased in size inside her as he began to ejaculate. He kept up the fucking motion as he shot his sperm into her. Then he rammed it home one last time and finished unloading inside her.
Neither of them moved for a few moments. Dinah didn't know what to expect. She had come for a job, got a foot massage, gotten her cherry broken (finally), received a marriage order, gotten her brains fucked out, now she was almost ready to be ejected from the building. Anything was possible with this odd man.
He withdrew his prick and tucked it inside his pants. The man then sat her on the chair and got on his knees in front of her.
"Be mine. I give you everything."
Dinah didn't know what to say. It occurred to her that maybe she was fucking a lunatic.
"I know is strange," he said. "I think also. I no vork here. But-"
He held up his hand as he saw her about to speak.
"Listen please," he implored. "I saw you and think I make joke of you. I sorry now. You virgin, I ruin. I pay back. You come to my house. Everything you vant is yours. Okay?"
Dinah was dumbfounded. She had fucked her way through what she thought was a job interview, which would have been a scam. But turned out to be better. She just stared at him.
He continued. "I very rich. This all is mine." He waved his hand.
Dinah looked at the bare room.
"I mean I produce Broadway show. For fun. I am in business. Come, I show you."
Dinah got up and put on her shoes.
"First we go to Waldorf Astoria Hotel. You take shower. You say you meet girlfriend? Bring her also."
They got up to leave, as he held the door open he said, "tell me your name again, is not Vagina?"
"Dinah!"
"Ah close, I only call you Vagina at home. But Dinah is pretty. You are beautiful. Vagina is more beautiful."
She shrugged as they walked out of the studio arm in arm. The sneering girls looked up in surprise as they passed. This was the first time Mr Ham had pulled that stunt and actually left with the sucker. The victim usually left in a hurry, if not in tears. This time he was assiduously escorting the lady out with him. They knew he was strange, but they didn't know the half of it.
Nina received a call from Dinah that night. She was told that a chauffeured limo would pick her up in one hour. And to dress as provocatively as possible.
Mr Ham was the real thing. Dinah declined to marry him. But she agreed to stay with him for one year for an undisclosed amount, at the end of which they would re-negotiate.
The only catch was she was not allowed any other dick but his. Women were another story. She had been longing to get it on with Nina and now she could.
She didn't mind limiting herself to only one dick, Mr Ham's dick was much more than one woman ever got in a lifetime. Dinah wondered if she could take the whole length of it in her mouth. She would certainly try.
It was sad to say goodbye to Brad and Terry. Brad had been good to her, even if he did drive her crazy with his tit-worship. Thankfully Mr Ham found her breasts a little large for his taste. He admired them but she could tell he felt sorry for her for having such huge round appendages. She was glad. He would never tit fuck her.
Dinah did worry about one thing, though. Mr Ham had told her that in his country men fucked virgins in the ass unless they were married to them. Otherwise they left the rear alone. She was glad he didn't know she had a cherry that first time they met.
He had fucked plenty of American women but had never had a virgin. He told her that some of his friends bragged about dubious encounters in whorehouses. They paid up to one hundred thousand dollars to fuck a virgin, legal age, too.
Dinah bit her lip and wondered if in another life, she could have been one of those women. If she hadn't encountered Ham's monstrous sized penis, that is.
She never told him about Brad and Terry. No use ruining people's fun. Nina was sworn to secrecy also.
The first time that Nina came to see her in her new surroundings, she was speechless.
To herself, Dinah had a suite of rooms. A full wardrobe, modeled for her in her sitting room. All she had to do was nod her head if she liked the outfit. Of course the fittings were a bit tedious, but not everything is free of pain.
She also had lessons. A voice teacher and dance teacher as well as an acting coach came to her. She was making progress and expected to make her stage debut when her masters felt she was ready.
Nina was given an adjoining suite. Ham's rooms were on the other side, Dinah's in the middle. He hadn't touched her since he popped her cherry in the bare room. At the appointed time that he was to come to see her, Dinah prepared herself and Nina.
They were arrayed in flowing silk chemises with demure negligees on underneath. That was one thing Ham had sent up first thing when they had arrived at the hotel. His taste ran to the conservative when it came to undergarments.
When her maid announced 'Count Hamullyan,' they sat down as rigidly as possible. He strode in the room and bowed to Nina and Dinah.
"How do you do?" he enquired formally.
"Very well, thank you," Nina replied. She had never been bowed to in all her life. Dinah was getting used to it by now.
Dinah rose and whispered in his ear. Ham looked over at Nina happily and bowed once again.
He walked over to her and gave her hand. Nina got up from her chair and with a grateful backward glance and slight shrug at Dinah followed him into the bedroom.
Dinah sipped her cafe au lait and listened to the loud sounds of pleasure emanating from behind the slightly opened door. She smiled to herself. It was nice to do a good friend a favor. She only hoped that Ham had energy left over for her. Which he did. And some.
Ham was ashamed at first to let her give him a blowjob. He had never had one, that was why he didn't know what she meant when she had offered him one in the bare roomed office.
He was a quick learner, just as Dinah had been. Unfortunately Dinah couldn't take the whole prick in her mouth. There was just too much of it. But Ham enjoyed coming down her throat as much as she liked to be mouth fucked.
He was a regular type of guy, after all. After a while they got their routine down. He didn't really have to work so he amused himself while she was having her lessons. And in between he visited her.
He would lift her onto some object of furniture and give her a stiff fucking. Then they would dine. And then they would go out on the town. Sometimes they would stay home and fuck.
If Dinah was feeling especially weary that night she would ring up Nina or another girlfriend and invite them over for Ham. He never objected. He was too polite, and although he would never admit he liked a little variety sometimes. But he really preferred his cherry-girl. She would always be his first.