Chapter 11
Things were going great for David. The mayor had promised to keep his knowledge a secret. He had all the women he wanted.
But he was troubled. He couldn't get Leslie out of his mind. For the first time in his life he had not been able to satisfy a woman. And she had left him in scorn. That was almost too much for him to bear.
He drove out to Wanda Hammond's house that afternoon, hoping to get the edge off his prick. The house was silent. He walked up the front door and knocked. Wanda came from the kitchen with an apron wrapped around her. She was not wearing a bra underneath her blouse. Her firm tits jiggled excitingly.
"You," she said.
"I came to tell you that there's nothing to worry about. The mayor won't be telling anyone about my little blackmail operation. It seems the mayor had second thoughts."
She frowned. "So you've got him too."
"It looks like it," David agreed. "Where's your husband? Doesn't he come home in the afternoon?"
"Yes, and he'll be here soon," Wanda said. "So we don't have time to do anything about that wicked look in your eye."
"Then we'll make time," David said. "I need you."
"Christ," she said angrily. "I told you we can't. My husband will be home at any time."
"Then we'd better get started," David said.
Wanda looked at him angrily, but she nodded. She opened the door and he squeezed past her into the living room. He brought his hand up to squeeze her breasts.
Despite her misgivings Wanda pushed her luscious tits against his hand. David quickly slipped his hands underneath her blouse and slid them up her bare skin to her firm and luscious mounds. He squeezed them hard.
Wanda moaned. He teased her nipple with his thumb.
"Oh," she said. "The couch. Let's get on the couch!" Quickly Wanda stripped off her blouse. She pushed one of her nipples toward David's mouth. David sucked it in as they fell onto the couch.
He teased her rosy red nipple with his tongue. He kneaded and sucked the flesh into his mouth. He bent his head to the other nipple. He gave it the same treatment. Both Wanda's nipples stood up rock-hard.
"And you didn't want me," David chided gently. "I think your tits are giving you away."
"Damn you!" Wanda moaned. Her nimble fingers slipped between them and found the zipper on his trousers. Quickly she released his prick.
"I've got to have you, David!" Wanda moaned. "Please fuck me. Fuck me now! Don't wait! I've got to have your hard cock up my pussy."
David slipped his hands beneath her dress. She wasn't wearing panties. He pulled the skirt up to her navel. Her hips were already moving, as if begging him to stick in his cock.
She didn't have to beg him for long. He pulled down his trousers and went after her pussy like a bull in heat. He rammed her deeply and she moaned.
"Oh yes!" she cried. "That's the way to give it to me! Give me all your cock! Treat me like a whore! Like your whore! Drive it in me, David! Give me every inch! Yes! Yes! Yes!"
He slipped his hands beneath her ass. He was getting in deeper with each stroke.
Wanda was going crazy. Her ass was moving about like she was sitting on hot coals. David moved one hand up to squeeze her tits.
"Yes!" she cried. "Yes! Give it to me! Give it to me! Please!"
He gave her all he had. He drove himself into her cunt and she came up to meet him. He felt her warm cunt-juices. Her insides seemed to be squeezing his prick tightly. He felt his balls begin to tingle.
"Now, Wanda!" he cried. "Come now! Come with me! We'll come together!"
"Yes!" she moaned. "Yes!"
She shuddered and his prick jumped and he felt the delicious sensation of his come pouring into her insides. He lifted himself and looked into her face.
She had been good, but she had been lacking something. That something was what Leslie had. He suddenly knew that all other women were going to be dull compared to Leslie.
She licked his prick clean before he stuffed it back into his trousers.
"That was nice," Wanda moaned.
David drove home. His apartment seemed empty. There was a dull ache in his balls. Wanda hadn't helped much. What he needed was Leslie and he needed her bad.
He called the mayor's office, but everyone was already gone. He looked up Leslie Timms' phone number and called her.
A sleepy voice answered.
"Leslie, this is David Marx. I have to see you, Leslie."
"What on earth for?" Leslie asked. "I thought we had already done enough to each other. Or are your other women all sick today or something?"
"They're not sick, Leslie. I just have to see you. Can't I come over? We can talk or something."
David was trying to sound cool, but his voice came out sounding as if he were pleading. He didn't want to plead with Leslie. He wanted to knock her around as he had his other women. He wanted to have her at his mercy, but all he could do was plead.
"I don't think we have anything to talk about," Leslie said. "But you can come over. If you promise not to waste my time."
David's cock was throbbing as he drove toward Leslie's house. He knew that this time he would not fail. He would make Leslie beg for his cock.
David rang the doorbell. He felt trembly inside and he cursed himself. He had never before felt anything like this before.
There was something about Leslie. He knew he had to fuck her out of his system or he'd never be the same again.
Leslie opened the door. She was breathtaking. She wore a bright-red gown that swept down and touched the floor. David could see the top of her creamy-white breasts peeking out from under the gown. He wanted to bury his face between her tits, but he controlled his impulse. "Come in, David."
He followed her into the living room. The ache in his balls became unbearable as he looked at Leslie.
"Sit down," Leslie said. "Would you like a drink?"
David nodded. She mixed him a Scotch.
"How'd you know I like scotch?" he asked.
"Dear David," Leslie laughed. "I know all about you. All that's worth knowing. At least I thought I did. But I must admit that you were a disappointment to me yesterday."
"Disappointment?"
"Yes. I had heard so much about your exploits. I thought you were really something. But you just proved yourself to be like other men."
"But I'm not!" David protested.
"You'll have to prove that," she said, looking directly at him.
"I can," David whispered.
He moved toward her on the couch, but she laughingly moved out of his way. He grabbed for her. She slapped him hard across the face.
"Don't be so grabby," she said. "I don't like grabby men. I like things nice and easy."
"I want you," David panted. "I wanted you from the first moment I ever saw you. My balls ache for you. I need you so bad."
"Quit begging," Leslie said. "I thought you were a man."
She was laughing at him, but David didn't care. He didn't care what happened to him as long as he could be near Leslie.
David reached again for her robe, but she slapped his hand away. There was fire in her green eyes. "I told you not to be grabby! We'll do things my way."
"No," David protested. "Mine."
This time he grabbed her arm. He drew her to him and his mouth crushed down on hers. He forced his tongue into her mouth. He grabbed her tit.
Again she pulled out of his grasp and slapped his face.
He was mad beyond all reason. He took the top of her robe and ripped it down. Her beautiful white tits were exposed and he began to nuzzle them greedily. This time she did not pull away.
He ripped the gown away from her. For the second time she took his breath away. There was something wild and innocent about Leslie's creamy-white flesh, something that made a man want to protect her and rape her at the same time.
He forced her toward the couch. She bit him on the shoulder and he yelped. He struck her and her blow came back quickly. He nuzzled her tits. She grabbed his hair and pulled his head away. He tried to kiss her throat, her shoulders, her cheeks, and her magnificent tits.
"Stop it!" she said coldly. "Control yourself, David. It won't be any fun for you. I can promise you that."
"It'll be fun," he panted. "I'll show you how fun it'll be."
He pushed her backward on the couch. Quickly he unzipped his trousers. He dropped down between her legs.
She didn't fight him. He forced her to open her thighs so that his cock was ready to fuck her pussy. In another moment he would have been inside her.
But at that moment he looked at her face. She was feeling nothing, doing nothing. He knew he could have her. He could fuck her, but she would remain stone-cold for him. There was nothing he could do that would move her to passion. To have Leslie, he would have to do her bidding.
Disgusted he stood up. Slowly he buckled up his trousers.
"Bitch!" he spat. "You bitch!"
"It would be easier on you if you'd just give in and admit you want to do things my way," Leslie purred. "You're really not such a big, tough man. You're just a little boy."
"Bitch!" He went storming out the door and he let it slam hard behind him. But he heard the soft laughter of her voice.
"You'll be back, David. You'll be back."
David was mad as hell. His cock throbbed for release. Leslie was driving him up a wall. He wanted her, but he was afraid of her. He had the feeling that taking her on her terms would mean the end of his free life.
Well, he would not have that. No woman was going to make him give up all the good things he had worked for. He kept thinking of her as he drove.
God, he was hard. He should have fucked her anyway. He should have driven his cock in up to her eyeballs. But he knew he couldn't have done that.
But he had to have a woman. He released his prick from the tight confines of his trousers and began to stroke it. He had to fuck a woman or he'd go crazy.
It was then he spotted Pat Miller walking up the street. She had on a loose red skirt that reminded David of the robe he had just ripped off Leslie.
He turned his car into an alley and stopped. He didn't have time for small talk. He got out of his car and took Pat's arm roughly.
He pulled her through the alley and around a corner. He pushed her against the wall.
"David!" she said. "What are you doing? I'm supposed to meet my husband in a few minutes."
She gasped as his hands slipped under her panties. David gave a jerk and the panties tore away. He raised her red skirt.
"Damn," he said. "Open your legs."
Pat did as she was told. His prick was already rigid. She gasped as he plunged inside her. He began to fuck her with hard, deep strokes. Her ass was rubbing against the stone wall and he knew he was hurting her, but he didn't care. He had to have release.
Pat was beginning to feel his urgency. She began to move her ass against the stiffness of his prick and she moaned. She pulled him to her tightly.
"God!" she said. "It's so hard! Harder than ever! Oh give it to me! Give it to me good! Fill me with your come! Fuck me, David! Fuck me!"
David was fucking her like she asked, but it wasn't Pat he was fucking. It was Leslie who was begging for it. Leslie, whose ass was rubbing raw against the stone wall. Leslie, who couldn't wait to feel his seed pouring into her.
Pat lifted her legs and wrapped them against the small of David's back. She was softly moaning as his slippery cock worked in and out of her cunt.
Finally she was there, and she lunged down hard on his cock.
"God," she cried. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
David let his seed go and it was into Leslie that his spurting cock was pouring out its liquid fire. Pat rode him until his cock was drained dry.
David let her down easy. Pat looked at him with a curious expression.
"That was a good load," she said. "But I don't think it was meant for me."
"No," he admitted sadly. "It wasn't."
Pat touched his cheek. "David, you've done a lot for me and my husband. I know how to turn him on now. Our love is going to be a lot better. But I'm not Leslie. You're welcome anytime you want to dip your wick but Leslie's the one you really want. Get her out of your system."
With a grimace at her ruined panties and a rub of her sore ass, Pat walked out of the alley. David knew she was right. He had poured his come into Pat, but he was still not satisfied. He wanted Leslie.