Chapter 9
Melissa had a burning fire between her legs. She had tried to get her husband to quench it while he was home for dinner, but he had looked at her like she was crazy. After he had gone, she had practically run over to Pat Miller's house but Pat and David were gone.
What could she do? She had never been like this before. She couldn't control herself. She kept thinking of Pat's tits pressed against her own, and she also kept thinking of how David's cock had tasted. She had liked the taste.
She had also liked being fucked by a man.
It was a hard thing to admit to herself, but once she had admitted it, she knew she was going to do something about it. She knew she had to try something.
She dressed in her tightest skirt and blouse and drove to town. She parked her car on a side street and began to walk the sidewalks.
She went into a bar. She knew she looked out of place. There were only men in the bar. A few, big, tough-looking men dressed in heavy trousers and shirts. Some wore hard hats. They were heavily muscled and browned from the sun. They appeared to be construction workers. They looked at her curiously as she found a table. She knew they were undressing her with their eyes.
One of them was interested. He took his beer and walked over to her table.
"Hi," he said cheerily. He was in his thirties and he was good-looking. There were hard muscles underneath his tight shirt that made her knees shake.
"Hello."
"I haven't seen you in here before. Do you work around here?"
"Yes," she lied. "You want a beer?"
"Yes," she said. She really didn't want a beer, but she didn't know what else to do. She had never tried to pick up a man before. He was probably used to women who were quick and forward. She didn't want to take any chances.
She grimaced as she drank her beer.
"It's not really so bad," he said. "Once you get used to it."
Suddenly his hand was on her knee. There had been no warning. But the hand was quick and experienced. It ran up the side of her thigh and stopped at her panties. He began to gently rub her panties. Her pussy became wet.
"You don't usually come in here, do you?" He asked casually, taking a sip of his beer.
"No."
"I didn't think so. You're just out looking for a little fun. Well, you come to the right place. My name's Phil. What's yours?"
"Melissa."
"Melissa. It suits you. Do you like having your cunt played with, Melissa?"
She gasped and her face turned red. She wondered if any of the other construction workers could hear his question but she was afraid to look around.
She nodded.
"I thought you might. You've got that look in your eye. There's a room in back of this place. The owner lets us use it. The bed's not too clean, but it's comfortable. Are you ready to go?"
She was petrified. She didn't know what to do, but she knew she wasn't going to resist this handsome man. She nodded. It was the longest walk she ever made. He took her arm. She heard a couple of loud laughs.
"Hey, Phil," one man said loudly. "Don't wear it out. I want seconds."
"Thirds," another man said.
A hand reached out and brushed across her tits. The men knew why she was here. There was something that marked her as hot and willing.
She knew that David Marx had done something to her. He had awakened passions that she hadn't experienced before. She knew she wanted this man. She wanted to feel his hands on her tits and on her ass.
The room was small and dirty. There was only a bed and a chair.
"It's not much," Phil said, looking around, "but it'll do."
Looking at the filthy bedspread, Melissa didn't feel so hot. She suddenly wondered what she was doing here. It couldn't be her standing with this man. It couldn't be her that was feeling the man's hand resting on her ass, squeezing and pinching and taking every liberty with her body. It couldn't be her-but it was.
Melissa jerked away from his hand. "I don't think I can go on with you. This is all a mistake."
Phil caught her roughly by the arm. "You can't back out now. My cock's hot and ready. So get your clothes off. Me and you, baby."
"No." .
He struck her. It wasn't a very hard blow, but it sent her crashing to her knees. She looked up at him with dazed eyes.
"You be nice, baby," Phil said. "And I'll be nice to you."
Phil started to undress. He ripped off his shirt to reveal a broad and hairy chest. She could see the bulge in his trousers. Her eyes went wide with horror as he pulled his pants off. His thick shaft was pointing at the ceiling. His cock was twice the size of David's cock, and his balls looked like baseballs.
Phil hefted his cock proudly. "Nothing like it around. You ever seen anything like this one, baby?"
Melissa's fear dissipated. She was beginning to realize that she liked being knocked around. She liked a man who took complete control of her.
"Get over here," Phil demanded. "I want your lips on my cock."
Melissa put her lips on the head of Phil's cock. The taste was strong and manly. She sucked the head of his cock.
"Play with my balls!" Phil said.
Melissa fingered his heavy balls. She ran her tongue over his dick. She kissed his balls and ran her tongue up to the head of his cock again. She sucked his dick into her throat almost to the balls.
Strangely enough, she did not gag as she had before. She felt warm and excited. Phil grabbed her hair.
"That's it, whore!" he said. "That's the way I like it. Use your tongue a little more. Damn, you're a good cocksucker!"
Melissa felt elated. Nobody had ever told her she was good at anything before. Now this beautiful hunk of flesh was telling her that she had a good mouth. She gobbled up more of his cock. She looked up at him with a hurt expression when he forced her head away from his cock.
"That's enough," he said. "In a minute I'll shoot off in your mouth!"
She tried to gobble up his cock again, but he forced her head back. "Is that what you want, baby? Do you want to suck my come and swallow it? Is that what you want?"
"Yes!" she pleaded.
"I'd like that. But right now take your clothes off. I want to see what else you have to offer. So strip, cunt!"
On her knees, Melissa began to disrobe. She quickly took off her blouse and her bra. She saw him looking at her tits. She finished stripping off the rest of her clothes.
"Well, you don't have much," Phil said. "But you sure as hell can suck a cock. I hope you can fuck as good. I always heard a skinny-assed woman could fuck like no other."
Melissa went back to sucking on his cock until she tasted the first drop of his salty jism. His hands went under ass and he lifted her. He walked over to the bed. He dropped her there and spread her legs wide so that he could look at her cunt.
"Not bad," he said.
He settled down between her legs and let his huge cock slide in easily. Melissa had never felt so filled by anything. Her legs dangled off the edge of the bed and he pushed her farther up so that her head rested against the head of the bed.
"Now I'm going to fuck you, baby!" he said. "Now I'm going to fill your tight cunt with my come."
"Oh yes!" she said. "Please!"
He began to fuck her with easy strokes. Each time Melissa felt as if her cunt were going to catch on fire. Melissa came quickly and Phil was surprised.
"God!" he said. "You're one hot little cunt!"
He drove his prick into her cunt. The fire started in her pussy again. She rose to meet his every lunge and her tits rubbed against his massive chest. She felt his cock grow inside her.
"Oh fuck!" he said. "I'm coming! I'm going to blow your head off, cunt! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!"
She felt his prick start to jerk, and then the warm jism splattered in her cunt. She lifted her ass so that she could get his prick inside her. It was like liquid fire.
"God!" he said. "That was good."
He rolled off her. She watched him with dazed eyes as he put on his clothes. She knew she should get up. She knew she should be getting out of this place, but somehow she didn't have the energy. She closed her eyes. She heard the door close.
She could feel his warm stickiness between her thighs and she closed them tightly together. God, he had been good. His cock had been long, hard and satisfying.
She heard the door open, and she jumped up in surprise. She had almost forgotten where she was. There were two men standing there, and they were licking their lips hungrily. Behind them, she could see other men standing in line.
"No!" she said.
She tried to gather up some bedclothes to hide her body but nothing seemed to cover up all of her at the same time. She looked frantically around for her clothes.
"It's all right, sweets," one of the men at the door said. "We've closed up the place. There's nobody here but us customers."
"She sure don't look like much," the other man said. "Her tits would hardly make a good mouthful."
"But Phil says she's a good fuck," the first man said, "And Phil never lies."
Melissa looked around in horror. There must have been at least ten men standing in line. Surely all those men couldn't expect her to fuck them.
"No," she said. "I'm leaving."
"That's what you think," the first man said.
He unbuckled his belt and drew it out from his pant loops. Melissa watched in fascinated horror.
"Sometimes when the wife starts acting up," he said, "I have to teach her some manners. There's nothing worse than an uppity cunt."
Melissa jumped as the belt swung at her. It missed her by bare inches. As he approached, she jumped from the bed and tried to press herself into one corner.
The man stood before her. "You going to do like I say?"
"No," she said. "Not all of you! I can't!"
The belt swung out in an arc and struck her across the face. It stung like fire and left a bright red mark. The man caught her by the arm. He pulled her across the bed. She tried to fight him, but he was too strong. He bent her so that her ass was sticking up in the air.
"Hold her hands, Sammy," the man said.
The other man quickly grabbed her. Other men crowded into the room. She looked into their faces hoping for some sign of compassion. But they were like animals. They licked their lips and watched with hungry eyes.
The belt swung again and smacked against her ass. She screamed. Again the belt came down. Again and again.
Finally it stopped. "You ready to do as I say?"
Melissa tasted salty tears as she nodded. Nothing could be as bad as the belt. Nothing. But she knew she was only fooling herself.
The animal faces of the men were exciting her. The feeling of being completely at their mercy. Of knowing that they were all going to have her any way they desired.
She looked up at the man who had been whipping her. His trousers dropped around his knees. His prick was standing hard and ready. "You ever had it in the ass, baby?"
"No!" she said.
She wanted to scream with fear as he lowered himself so that his hard prick was pointing at her ass. But she knew there would be no mercy from him.
She fought back the tears as he brutally entered her rectum. She had never known so much pain. She could hear him breathing heavily as he pumped into her ass. i
"God!" the man cried. "So tight. I've never felt anything so good."
Melissa began to feel the motion. Her fires were beginning to bubble and she began to move her ass to meet the man's cock. This was another thing nobody had ever done to her, and it really made her feel degraded. But being degraded was what she wanted. She knew that now. She loved to be beaten and commanded.
The man holding her let go of her hands. She watched as he unbuckled his trousers. His prick was small but hard. He climbed up on the bed so that it was even with her mouth.
"Give me a blow, baby," he said. "My wife won't suck me. But you will. You want my thing in my mouth. You want to suck my come!"
She sucked his cock. He quickly drove it into her throat to his balls. She almost swallowing his entire prick.
"Dear God!" the man cried. "Would you look at this? She's got my whole cock in her mouth!"
Men were crowding around the bed. She could see that some of them had taken their cocks out of their trousers and were stroking them. She had never seen so many different shapes and sizes. She had never realized how different pricks were.
"Oh!" the man fucking her ass cried out. "I'm coming! I'm coming!"
He pumped her ass full of his jism and fell away. Immediately another man took his place. This time she felt a slender cock sliding into her cunt.
This time the man knew what he was doing. It wasn't just in and out. He rolled his cock against her cunt walls and Melissa moved to help him. The man was experienced and wise. He would bring Melissa almost to the edge and then he would stop fucking. A moment later he would begin to build her up again.
She tried to turn her head so that she could see the man's face but she couldn't. The man in front of her grabbed her hair and drove her down on his cock.
"Don't stop, baby!" he cried. "I can feel it coming!"
She started to withdraw her head as she felt the first drop of his come. He would not allow that. His fingers twisted in her short hair.
"No, you don't," he said. "You're going to swallow it all. Every last drop!"
There was laughter around the bed as the man's hips began jerking wildly.
"Poor Sammy! He never got a mouth-fucking like that at home. He's probably been saving it for years."
Melissa felt the prick jerk and the man began to spurt into her mouth. She gagged at first, but then she quickly learned to swallow. She swallowed every drop.
"Would you look at that!" someone said. "She's taking it all! I can't wait until I get my prick in that mouth."
"Lay her down on the bed," someone else said. "That way three of us can go at once."
Melissa wondered what they meant.
They stretched her out on her side. One man filled her mouth again. Another slipped his cock into her ass.
Three cocks began pumping away furiously at her. Melissa was racked by orgasm after orgasm. Hot, creamy come filled every orifice. She couldn't get enough.
One man would stop only to be replaced by another prick. She felt come dripping down the sides of her tits in rivers. One man stood over her and she jerked him off. He came into her hair and face.
She didn't know how long it lasted. It seemed like hours. Finally there were no more cocks. She lay exhausted on the bed. The door closed. She looked around her. The room was empty and quiet.
Slowly, painfully she began to gather up her clothes. She looked in the mirror on the wall. Her face and body was covered with streaks of white. She used the bedspread to clean up.
She looked at if she had just been fucked by twenty men. The fires inside her were dulled. But she knew, without knowing why, that they would come back. They would keep coming back for the rest of her life.
She dressed hurriedly and left the room. There were men drinking at the tables. Nobody looked at her. She was halfway across the room before strong arms reached out and grabbed her thigh.
A man offered a beer. The man looked familiar.
"Sit down," he said.
"No," she answered him. "I have to get out of here."
"Sit down." His voice was rough, commanding, and she could not refuse him.
She sat down across from the man.
He smiled at her. "Do you do this sort of thing often? Or is this just a one-time thing?"
"Just one time," she nodded. "I've never done anything like this before."
"You didn't look like the type," he said. "But that's no matter. What I wanted to talk to you about is this. I want you to go to work for me."
"To work?"
"Sure. I have a half-dozen girls who work for me. They bring home lots of money each week. I'm not your usual pimp. I don't take everything the girls make."
"Pimp!" she said, astonished. "But I'm not-I'm not like that."
He slapped her briskly across the face. "You are like that! You're a hot little whore and you might as well get paid for it. I know your type. I see them all the time. You want a little fun. Your pussy aches for different cocks. I can give you those cocks, and you don't have to work so hard for them. And you'll make a little money besides."
She wanted to get up. She wanted to throw beer in the ugly man's face and leave the place. But she knew she wouldn't. Her knees felt weak and excited at his offer.
This man was actually giving her what she wanted. She would allow him to be her pimp. She knew that this was what she had wanted all her life.
"I'll do it," she said. "You'll do what?"
"I'll fuck for you. I'll do whatever you say."
He smiled again. Under the table he took her hand and placed it on his cock. He had unzipped his trousers and his prick was sticking out. He pressed her fingers down on his cock.
"Get on your knees," he said. "Just a little something to cement the deal."
She dropped to her knees underneath the table. She heard a. few catcalls and laughter from the men, but she didn't care. Her only concern was the cock in her hand. She began to stroke it until it reached its full height.
"Make me happy, whore! Make it feel good."
Whore. The word excited her. Whore was what she was. She licked the head of his prick and ran her tongue down the side of it to his balls. She sucked each ball gently into her mouth. She rolled it beneath her tongue, and he began to squirm.
"Jesus," he cried. "That feels good."
She laughed with delight. She enveloped his cock with her mouth almost to his balls. She began to bob her head up and down while she rubbed his balls.
She hefted his balls. She kissed the tiny opening in the head of his prick and then moved her head downward again.
The prick grew in her mouth. She knew he was about to come. She didn't draw back. She caught his entire load deep in her throat. She didn't spill a drop. She drank it down like nectar until there was nothing more to come.
"You're going to make a fine whore," the man sighed as he buckled up his trousers.
And Melissa nodded. She knew what he said was true.