Chapter 9

Max didn't want to waste any time.

He helped her insert the plastic strawberry pussy jelly into her vagina. He squeezed it for her.

"You really know everything, don't you?" she smiled up at him.

"Almost," he grinned good-naturedly.

Now he was prepared to entertain her. He bent over. He eased his hands under her ass cheeks. The rock music continued playing as Max's hot tongue penetrated her vagina. She looked in the mirror. There was a certain kind of erotic satisfaction that she derived watch- ing in the mirror as he tongued her. He slipped a finger up her asshole and she pushed higher now. It was indeed exciting to have his finger slipping rhythmically up her rectum while his tongue continued penetrating her pussy. He got a big charge out of this.

"Keep it up," he told her. "Keep pushing up to meet my tongue."

She convenienced him. This really made him happy.

"Yes, baby," he urged her on, 'that's the way to do it. Give Max a good time."

Now she was becoming more and more aroused. She was pushing in earnest. Max's hands massaged and caressed her buttocks when he pulled his finger from her behind. She loved the way his tongue slipped into her pussy. Apparently he was enjoying eating the strawberry-flavored pussy jelly. And at the same time he was enjoying the taste of her box. She could tell from the way he sniffed and panted that he was enjoying it. Max's heart beat rapidly as his tongue invaded the delicious precincts of her pussy.

"Oh, baby, love me," she begged him, "that's what I want you to do. Come on, sweetheart, suck me. Suck me."

The tremendous erotic thrills that flashed in her body kept her ass rotating.

"Fuck me, Max," she told him. "Tongue fuck me."

Max always enjoyed it when a woman spoke crudely to him. He loved it when.she reached out, gripped his head and held him pinned over her pussy. He wanted to be a prisoner of her pussy. And she was more than willing to shove back. As his tongue slipped farther into her, his eyes opened. He looked at her beautiful fur-trimmed triangle. And he went on sniffing. The delicious taste of her vagina, coupled with the delightful intoxicating aroma of her crotch added to his electric thrills. His hands bit into her ass cheeks. She wished that he would cut his finger nails before he would eat pussy. She made a mental note to mention it to Max when it was all over.

When she reached a certain pinnacle of sexual ecstasy," the only thing she could do to express her great erotic pleasure and arousal was to throw her legs over his shoulders. Max immediately went on tonguing deeper. He liked the warmth of her thighs as she pressed against him.

"Oh, baby," she told him, "lick my pussy. Lick it."

She was going out of her mind with erotic pleasure now. She knew it wouldn't be much longer until she was cuming. Then it happened. Her hot pussy juices flowed freely. Max was lapping her up.

"Ohhh," she exclaimed excitedly, "baby, lick my pussy."

She went on holding him. And he didn't pull his tongue out of her until he knew she'd finished juicing. Then slowly he withdrew and looked at her.

"Did you like it?" she asked him.

Max nodded.

"You don't know how much," he told her.

Then Max suggested something that she wasn't overly fond of.

"You know that pussy jelly can work two ways," he grinned with a little-boy expression.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Max," she told him quite frankly.

"I mean," he explained, "that it wouldn't be difficult to slip one of those plastic tubes up my asshole and squeeze it. Then you could eat my ass out. Doesn't that sound peachy?"

Max was laughing.

"Do you get it?" he asked her anxiously. "Do you get it?"

"Yes, I get it," she told him. "You want to stick one of those plastic containers of peach up your asshole and squeeze it out and make me lick it out."

"Yes," he told her. "It's peachy. You know, two ways. Peach taste and peachy idea."

She had to hand it to Max. He really was smart. Maybe he'd gotten too punchy with all of the fighting.

"Just a minute, baby," he said anxiously. "I'll roll over and let you slip it up my asshole. You'll do that for me, won't you?"

She nodded.

"You'd better give me some good fucking leads," she told him as he returned, bent over and handed her the peach container of pussy jelly to slip up his rectum.

"That's a nice time to mention it," he told her.

"A most appropriate time," she said, letting the plastic container of peach pussy jelly slide smoothly up his tight anal passage.

She squeezed the contents out into his asshole and Max could hardly wait for her to suck him now. She clasped Max's ass cheeks. She let her tongue penetrate up his rectum. She could taste the peach pussy jelly. His ass tasted sweet. She sucked him hard and he loved it. He began pumping on his penis while she sucked on his asshole. She figured that she could do both. Reaching over she gripped his cock. She began rimming him with her tongue in his ass and pulled his penis with her fingers.

"Oh, baby," he told her excitedly, "now you're doing it. Suck, baby, suck. That's the way. Keep it up. I love it."

She was doing her thing. And Max was enjoying every moment of it.

"Eat my ass out," he told her. "Oh, baby, suck my asshole. That's what I want you to do. Suck it."

She could not understand why men enjoyed having her use her tongue to penetrate up their ass channels. Nevertheless, if this was what they enjoyed she calculated she would do it. For she recognized she might be able to derive plenty of economic benefits by so doing. Certainly it was not the most pleasurable task in the world.

Reaching over she gripped his cock and pumped hard.

"Beautiful," Max exclaimed. "A rim job and a jerk job. Magnificent. Oh, baby, keep sucking my ass, keep pulling my pecker."

She timed her tongue penetration up Max's tight anus to the beat of her hand as she pulled on his cock.

"Yes, baby, yes," he told her anxiously, "I love it. That's beautiful. Now you're doing it. Come on, sweetheart, suck my asshole. Way up there. Don't be bashful."

She went on plunging her tongue high up Max's hot, tight asshole. He was obviously getting a big charge out of this.

"Suck my ass," he told her anxiously. "Suck it, baby. That's the way. Oh, sweetheart, now you're really licking my butt good."

Finally when she could see his body was trembling with sexual arousal, she pulled away. She let her tongue sweep across his big hairy balls. He loved the feeling of her tongue lashing at his testicles. At the same time her hand went on pumping his long, hard shaft.

Her mouth opened and she let his balls slip inside. This pleased him a lot.

"Do me," he gasped, "do my dick. Suck my cock off."

She released his balls from her mouth and licked in short, loving laps to the head of his penis. Max was pleased as he saw her approaching the top of his shaft. He could hardly wait until her mouth moved over his penis and she sucked him.

"You'll like it," he told her. "I love it, baby. Max has a lot of juice in his balls. You'll find that out soon enough."

She let her mouth travel from the head of his shaft to the base. He was getting more and more turned on.

"Oh, baby" he told her, "now you're licking. Just like I like it. Suck me. Suck me off."

All at once his hard cock exploded. Hot white cream shot up her mouth. She swallowed hard.

"Eat it," he insisted. "Eat my dick stick. That's what I want you to do, baby. Suck it off. Every drop of it."

When she had finished sucking and swallowing on his mainstem, she pulled off gently. She brushed her big bosoms against Max's balls. He could not help but comment on how great she was.

"I never had a cock suck that good before," he told her. "You're beautiful, baby. You really are."

She was proud of herself. And now she figured Max could give her information leading to some of the top big-wigs in New York society that needed to have some sexual arousal. She thought it appropriate to mention it to him at this point. However, he wanted to lick on her breasts.

"Quit talking to me about business when I want to suck on your tits," he told her. "That's not nice. Don't be a naughty girl."

Being naughty meant thinking of anything besides sex, as far as Max was concerned, she calculated. She watched as he licked at her breasts. He liked to reach down and finger her pussy while he was sucking on her bosoms.

"You're beautiful," he told her, "you really are, darling. And Max appreciates you. Why don't you just stay here and play the role of the good wife for me?"

She laughed in his face.

"You don't want a wife," she told him. "You want a mistress. When you get tired of me, Max, you'll want another girl who sits at the bar and gives you the big eye."

"You're telling the truth, I do have a roving-eye problem. I mean, I appreciate what women represent. I can tell the difference just by watching them walk into the place. I mean, I can tell the ones who'll make a good fuck and the ones that'll be no good."

She shook her head.

"Yes, Max," she told him .

Now as he fingered her pussy she discovered he knew how to masturbate her beautifully.

"Like that?" he smiled.

She nodded.

"Reach for my pecker," he oredred, "and do the same thing for me."

She reached for his cock which was hardening. As she tugged on it it became still stiffer.

"Keep it up," Max insisted. "That feels real good. Now you're doing it. Just like I like it. Yes, keep it going."

She began working hard on this. She wanted to give him every erotic kick she knew how.

"Faster, baby," he told her, "get the tempo."

She was pulling his penis at the same beat that he was fingering her pussy. She knew that it couldn't be much longer until they both came.

"Let's make it together," he told her. "Nice and juicy."

His eyes glowed as he talked dirty and went on fingering her vagina. He knew how to manipulate her love button. Then he would use his two fingers as if they were a cock. She marvelled at his skill. Apparently he'd done this an awful lot. All at once he made it.

"I'm cuming," he exclaimed as he shot her a load. It landed on her breasts. Max laughed. Seconds later she came, too. It pleased him that he had made it in such close proximity to her climax.

Finally he pulled his fingers out of her.

"Now, Max," she asked him again, "where are these rich men? I want to know all about it."

Max shook his head.

"I'm tired," he told her. "We can discuss it tomorrow morning."

She could tell from the forceful way he said it this time that he really meant it. So she didn't want to get him to the point where he would display a violent side.

That night she didn't sleep well. She was troubled. She thought perhaps she'd given Max a free fuck and he would never tell her a thing.

The next morning over coffee he revealed some interesting and important facts to her about sex in New York.

"You've got to travel in the right circles," he explained, "and it just depends on how you make your hangup fit their hangup, if you know what I mean."

"I'm not quite sure I read you," she said, sipping her coffee slowly and looking out at the apartments lined up like sentinels along the street.

"All right," Max continued. "Take this house over on Gramercy. They have a woman who satisfies every need imaginable. If a girl works there she can expect to get the whips, or have to whip a guy. Or she might have to let a guy chain her to a wall for a week. Of course, they pay you well."

"Damn it. that sounds grim" she told' him. "I don't want anything that far out. Just some normal-abnormal sex. The simple acts."

Max could see very easily what the score was.

"A regular hooker can make it big or she can make it small. If she works around the 42nd Street area she's not gonna make much. She can give a blow job for twenty-five dollars. Of course, it can be a quickie and usually is."

"I'm in the big leagues," Rita said emphatically. "I know I've got plenty. And I'm not gonna sell it for nothing. Do you blame me, Max?"

"Of course I don't," he told her. "You'd be a fucking fool if you did."

She looked at him and asked him the going prices for various acts.

"When you give a cock suck and an ass suck tossed in for good measure, as well as a pussy fuck and an ass fuck, what do you get?"

"Thaf s everything," Max explained. "That's a hundred and fifty. I mean, a girl of your character getting it. You see, the regular price is one-twenty-five, but when you throw in an ass suck, that's twenty-five extra."

"It should be," she said grimly, "because it isn't easy to suck ass."

"But everybody's doing it, one way or another," Max chuckled, pouring himself some more coffee.

At this point she asked if he could supply her with some men that she might contact.

"Of course I shouldn't do anything like that," he told her. "The owner of the bar would probably kill me if he ever found out about it."

"But how is he gonna find out about it?" Rita smiled knowingly. "I'm not gonna tell him and I'm certain that you're not about to."

"You have a point there," he told her. "It's just that I should get something for taking the risk. Yes, the risk factor should give me a free fuck now and then."

"What does now and then mean?"

"Well, just now and then," Max said.

Rita thought she could handle him as long as he could supply her with some important contacts.

"How about those Wall Street men?" she asked. "The bankers. I'm partial to money. And they're around a lot of it."

"The men who get hot rocks for you might try to embezzle some of that money," Max chuckled. "What do you say about that?"

She laughed.

"Absurd," she told him. "They don't have to do stuff like that. They can charge it off as a business expense."

"Yeah, monkey business," he laughed.

Finally he gave her three names.

"You can call these men," he told her, "and you can say that your friend Max, who works at the Well of the Sea, thought that they might like to meet you. That's all you need to say. They'll understand."

"I figured they would," she laughed. "I'm not gonna draw pictures."

She went back to her apartment later that day and she made her first call in the afternoon. She had no idea what the man would look like or what age he'd be. All she had was his name and the fact that he was well off financially. She didn't like doing what she was, but she figured she might as well sell it. After all, wherever she got a job the men would forever ask her for free sex.

She called up Ken Carter. Carter worked as a bank executive.

"Mr. Carter speaking," he began in a firm, youthful voice.

"Mr. Carter, this is Rita," she began. "Max, my friend who tends bar at the Well of the Sea thought we would have something in common."

Ken was nervous. He was noticeably nervous as he explained how awkward it was for him to talk at this moment.

"I'm in a conference," he told her. "I wonder if I could have your number and call you back in an hour or so." Ý She gave him her number. She waited as she watched an old Joan Crawford movie, Susan And God. As she watched the star, she couldn't help think of the melodrama in her own life. And she wondered if she shouldn't ask god about where she was headed. She was certain that god would tell her she was doomed to hell for carrying on the way she was. She almost made up her mind to never get involved in anything like selling it when the phone rang.