Chapter 10
Picking up the phone she answered softly.
"Yes," she began.
"This is Ken," he told her.
"I'm free to talk now. I know Max very well. He has given me some excellent connections."
"That's nice," she said indifferently.
For a second Ken figured she might have been drinking. So many of the women that were sent his way by Max did drink. But he wasn't worried about that. He wanted to set something up.
"I am going to be at the Waldorf tonight," he told her, "and perhaps we could meet there for drinks. How about that?"
"Why, yes," she told him, "that would be fine."
Meeting Ken at the Waldorf was great fun. He was a handsome man. He was blond with fair skin and deep-set blue eyes. There was something almost like a preacher about him. But when he glanced at her bosoms she recognized there was also something of the devil in him.
"Where are you from, Rita?"
"A little town in the mid-West," she told him.
"Where?"
"Manhattan," she laughed.
"That's where we are," he wondered as she told him this. Was she putting him on?
"Manhattan, Kansas," she explained.
"This is a little different than back there, isnt it?"
"In a way," she told him. "But people are the same all over. They eat, they work, they sleep."
"And they fuck," he whispered as he bent over to her.
She turned around to make sure no one heard him. But Ken had watched his words wisely. No one had.
"Yes, and that, too," she nodded. "I'm horny tonight," Ken whispered, "and I would like to make it with you. We could get a room right here."
"We?"
"I mean, I could," he told her. "And I could slip you up."
"This is a real posh place," she told him.
"The best is none to good for a beautiful girl," he flashed her a knowing grin.
"It's a hundred and fifty," she said, not batting an eye.
"For you, it's worth it," he told her. "And that's including everything. Am I right?"
At this point Ken displayed his keen sense of business.
"Yes," she said, looking at him evenly.
As she looked into his eyes she imagined all that he would expect of her. She could just see him pulling out his huge shaft and making her lick it. She could see him parting his legs and insisting she go down and suck on his asshole. She could imagine him plunging that mammoth penis into her pussy. She could imagine him getting her down on the floor and ramming it up her asshole. She knew all that would take place. In a way she wanted to stop. Her mind reverted back to that picture, Susan And God. It was haunting her.
"What's wrong?" Ken asked. "Is something bothering you tonight?"
"No, no, nothing's bothering me," she insisted.
"You have a vague look," he told her, "like something's disturbing you."
"No, I was just thinking of what a lucky woman your wife is."
"Forget her," he told her. "That's why I'm with you, baby. To forget her."
It was obvious that he didn't want to discuss this.
"You know, sweetheart," he smiled at her, "let me tell you something. You are a very lucky girl to get me. I consider myself a prize man. I mean, I have everything. And I know how to use it."
She didn't appreciate his male bravado. And as he continued bragging about himself she almost wondered if his cock would stay limp and never get up. This had happened. She remembered all too well the bookkeeper who told her what a fantastic stud he was, only to be unable to get his penis to perform. She tried to erase such thoughts from her mind.
"All right," he told her, "we're gonna have a good time. I'll register and III come back to meet you right here. Don't go away."
"Don't worry, Ken," she told him. "I'm hooked."
She gave him that look as if she was a woman hooked on sex. "No, you're a hooker," he laughed.
As he walked away she looked at him. The broad-shouldered man with the trim waist had a confident way of walking. It annoyed and troubled her. Why couldn't she find someone like this? Why did she always have to hide around in bars and pick up men and make something dirty out of sex? After all, it was supposed to be beautiful. But it wasn't. It was grim and ugly. And she loathed herself for being involved in satisfying the strange, twisted, carnal desires of men who could afford her.
Fifteen minutes later Ken returned. His face was aglow.
"Got it aD set, baby," he told her. "I've got a room in the towers. We'll have a nice view of Manhattan."
"Yeah, I'll be looking at Manhattan a lot," she said. "Flat on my back and looking at a ceiling."
He smiled.
"You need another drink."
"Yes, I need another and another," she assured him with a heavy sigh.
The waiter came over and he ordered her two bourbon and Sevens. When she had finished drinking them, they went up to the elevator and went to the room together.
When he got into the room he didn't hesitate to start undressing.
"I hope you don't mind," he told her, "but you look so much nicer without any clothes on."
"Isn't it funny," she laughed. "We women spend so much money putting all these clothes on our backs and you men can hardly wait to take them all off."
"Sure," he chuckled, "that figures. The woman is trying to hide what she's got and the man is trying to find out what she's got. And the only way you can do it is when you strip her down bare."
"And it's all there," she said. "It's all in nudity. Character, soul, these don't count."
"Damn it," he told her, "I didn't go out with you to get a sermon. Do you feel guilty about what you're doing?"
She shook her head.
"No, but I saw Joan Crawford in one of those soap operas she made at Metro years ago," she explained, "and I guess I got carried away."
"I should have taken you out to a matinee of Deep Throat;' he told her. "That would get you in the mood. Or maybe The Last Tango in Paris."
She looked at him.
"Mentioning tango," she told him, "what are you gonna use when you fuck my asshole?"
"Have you got ESP or something?" he asked her. "How did you know I wanted to screw your asshole?"
"Everybody does," she explained with a laugh.
He nodded. "I'd better order some coffee and toast," he told her, "and tell them to bring up plenty of butter and jelly. I can use the butter for my pecker so it'll slip up your ass easy. I can use the jelly in your pussy so ifll lick sweet."
She nodded.
"If I didn't have tits this big you could order melons and lick on them," she laughed.
"I don't need melons with breasts like that staring at me," he assured her.
She laughed and so did he. Now he was prepared for carrying on with her sexually just as she wanted him to.
At this point he was only too eager to have sex with her.
She stripped down completely and when the bellboy came to the door with the toast, jelly, butter and coffee, Ken tipped him and dropped his towel. The bellboy laughed when he observed his hard-on.
"You know, baby," she smiled at him, "you do look funny."
He sat there and sipped his coffee. Then he told her what he wanted to do first.
"If you don't mind, I'd like to eat your pussy first. How about that? There's some apricot jelly."
He took a spoon and began dipping into the apricot jelly. Naked now and willing to spread, for him, she walked over to the bed. Spreading her legs invitingly she lay back and waited.
"Part your pussy lips," he told her, "and I'll slip the apricot jelly inside."
She parted her pussy lips for him. He scooped the apricot jelly into her vagina. Then he bent over. He began licking her. "Eat me," she told him. "Go ahead and eat me.
She reached down and held him. She gripped his head as he let his tongue slip inside her pussy. She loved the erotic pleasure of his tongue lapping up the apricot jelly in her vagina.
"Eat me," she urged him. "Oh, baby, you're beautiful. That's the way to do it. Suck my pussy. Suck me."
His tongue stabbed into her vagina. He was licking her now in darting movements.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "you don't know how good that feels. Keep pushing your pussy up to meet my tongue."
Ken reached back and gripped her ass cheeks. He held her as he brought his face even with her pussy again. His tongue went on driving into her.
"Yes, Ken," she begged him, "suck my twat. Oh, I love your tongue slipping inside of me."
She was throwing her head from side to side on the pillow as she saved every erotic thrill she could in her memory bank. She never wanted to forget these moments with Ken. He was so handsome. He had such a righteous, beautiful look about him. She enjoyed his fair skin and his blue eyes. She liked to reach down and let her hands wander through Ken's golden hair as he drove his tongue into her there. "Lick my pussy," she panted eagerly. "Oh, Ken, keep it up. I can't stand it. I can't stand it."
Her voice was rising jn a crescendo of ecstasy as Ken's lapping, licking tongue thrilled her. He flipped his tongue up and down her love button.
"Yes, yes," she cried out, "keep it up. Oh, darling, I love it. I love it."
Ken was thrilling her. When he had finally finished igniting her, he slowly eased his tongue from her a moment. He wanted her to beg for it.
"Why did you stop, tiger?"
He looked at the frustrated expression on her face. It pleased him. He could see that she was more than a hooker. She was a woman who enjoyed being sucked.
His tongue returned to licking. He went on driving and licking and eating her. And at the same time his hands gripped her round ass cheeks. He squeezed them_as he sucked out her box.
She couldn't take much more of it. When his teeth bore down on her clit she gushed in his mouth. Pressing his lips tightly, Ken didn't move away. He had created quite a suction with his mouth and he was going to devour her. Every drop of her.
Finally he had finished sucking her dry. Withdrawing his tongue he smiled at her.
"You were very good," she told him.
"Now, baby," he told her, "how about a nice ass lick? I think an ass lick is appropriate to follow a pussy-eating job."
She nodded.
"Do you want the apricot jelly on your asshole?"
She couldn't help remember what Max had made her do. And she wondered if this would ignite Ken's passion "I've never tried that," he told her, "but if you want to, go ahead."
He rolled over on his stomach. Then he arched his ass up to make it easy for her to let the apricot jelly slip to his ass crack.
She spoon fed his asshole. Then she put the apricot jelly and the spoon ^side. She gripped his firm, round ass cheeks and let her tongue lick gingerly back and forth. Ken was getting more and more aroused.
"Yes, baby, yes," he told her anxiously, "that's what I like. Now you're doing it. Oh, baby, you're beautiful. Keep it up. Keep it up."
Her tongue penetrated his rectum. He was more and more aroused now.
"Stick it high up my ass," he whispered.
"Oh, baby, you're doing it just right."
The apricot jelly Ken offered her from his asshole to suck was delicious. And she let her tongue continue licking gently.
"Oh, beautiful," he told her. "That's the way to do it. Baby, you know how. Keep it up."
Ken had never found anyone who could entertain his asshole in this erotic manner. Rita was obviously enjoying it. He loved the way her hands gripped and caressed his bare behind. She squeezed his ass cheeks as she kept her face in his ass crack.
Finally she reached around and found his cock. She figured it wouldn't hurt to pull on his penis as she sucked on his asshole. Ken appreciated this. He pushed back and forth. She could tell he was enjoying it. His cock was lengthening as her hand gently stroked.
"You've got the magic touch," he told her. "You know just how much pressure to put on my pecker. You know just how far to drive your tongue up my asshole. Baby, you're beautiful."
At this point he was eager to discover all of the thrills that he could.
"Finger my nuts, too," he told her. "I enjoy that sensation while you're pulling my cock."
She used one hand for his penis and the other for his balls. It forced Ken to swing over farther so she didn't have to keep her hands parting his ass crack to keep her tongue up his rectum. Ken used his hands to help her. He parted his ass cheeks all the way so she could let her tongue continue slipping up his rectum while her hands played with his penis and balls.
"Oh, that's sweet sucking," he told her. "Baby, I've never gotten kicks like this. I'm really aroused. Keep doing it for me. Wow!"
Ken wiggled. He wanted to get her tongue sliding up his asshole as far as it would go.
"Eat my butt, baby," he told her. "Now you're really doing it. Come on, sweetheart, suck my ass out."
Ken never knew how much pleasure he would derive from having a woman lick his asshole. He had heard men talking about this when he was on a college football team. And he always figured it would be fun. But he knew better than to ask his wife Maureen to do anything like this. For Maureen thought it was obscene to mention eating pussy or sucking cock. She always referred to these acts as demented and sick. It made him disgusted that she got so uptight about it. Finally he figured he would never ask her again. So he began playing around with girls that he could find who appreciated getting a big, thick cock in their mouth as well as a heavy cum load.
Now he was pleased that he'd found a girl with a talented tongue. A girl who knew where to place her tongue. Without reservation she was dipping it high up his asshole. And he was deriving great pleasure from the performance.
"Eat my ass," he continued begging her. "That's the way to do it, darling. Suck my asshole. Beautiful. Wild."
She went on entertaining him. And at this point he was ready to give her every kind of kick he could.
"Baby," he told her, "you're beautiful. Oh, sweetheart, now that's the way. Keep it up."
Finally she figured that it was time to get Ken's cock in her mouth. Without asking him she let her tongue slip from his asshole and told him point blank, "You need to get your cock sucked. You're gonna shoot your wad on the bed."
"That would be a distaster," Ken chuckled.
"That's what I figured," she told him.
Now she was ready to entertain him all the way. She wasted no time in figuring out what to do. She was determined that she was going to enjoy herself any way she knew how. And Ken was equally desirous of obtaining kicks.
When her tongue slipped from his asshole and she got underneath him, she looked up at him. He guided his huge, thick shaft into her mouth. Reaching for his buttocks she clasped them tightly.
"I'm gonna eat you," he told her, "when you finish eating me. I've got to suck your pussy again. But now, baby, lick my dick stick and do it good. I want to see you swallow it. Don't you dare spit it out. I'm proud of my sperm."
Ken went on ramming his long, hard penis down her throat. She figured he might enjoy having his asshole fingered. She parted Ken's ass cheeks and eased her finger right up his rectum. He thrilled to the feel of her finger slipping up his hot, tight asshole.
"Oh, baby, fuck my butt," he gasped eagerly.