Chapter 3
Rita decided that she was going to move away from her parents' place.
She didn't want to carry on lustfully like this with her father.
She took the money she had earned working summers and left home. All she left for her father was a note explaining that she had to make the big move.
She thought a good place to go would be New York City. She had read so much about New York that she was fascinated with it. Certainly there was danger, but she thought she could handle herself. The first thing she did was take some karate classes. It was difficult for her to learn how to protect herself. Nevertheless, she figured she knew enough now to get a job.
Rita found employment at a modeling agency. She was a receptionist. The woman in charge of the place made it a point to tell her, "Don't get too friendly with the girls. If you do, you can't control them. They're all a bunch of difficult problem people. The good-looking girls are spoiled rotten. It's their society."
"You don't have to worry about me," she told the woman. "I think I know how to take care of everything."
"I do hope so, honey," the woman told her frankly, "as I have gotten tired of it all. T wish I could quit."
Bita made the appointments and everything went fine for her. She didn't think she was going to have many problems. However, one night when she was walking near the Plaza Hotel she happened to meet a nice-looking older man who introduced himself in a most charming manner.
"How are you this evening, young lady?"
"Fine thank you," she told him.
"You've got to watch out talking to Strang- ers," the man warned her. "There are a lot of creeps in this world. Sex maniacs and the like. You can't be too careful."
"That's for sure," she agreed.
The man introduced himself.
"I'm Nick Mosley," he told her, "and you are . . . ?"
"I'm Rita Saunders," she told him.
"Rita, could I buy you a drink?" he asked her.
"I guess so," she told him.
Even though Nick wasn't certain of her age, he figured he could get by. However, the bartender instantly detected she was too young to drink with him.
"I've got to see your identification, young lady," he informed her flatly.
She looked at Nick.
"You are twenty-one, aren't you?" he whispered.
Rita shook her head. They left together. She felt so embarrassed that she wanted to make it up to him.
"I'm sorry I embarrassed you, Nick," she apologized.
"It's all right," he told her. "But I wish you would have told me. It bothers me when I'm pat on the spot like that."
"Nick," she told him, "I guess I'd better be going back to my apartment. I live across from the Carnegie."
"Honey, why don't you go see my place," he told her. "I have a beautiful apartment. We have a great view of the city. We could have drinks and talk about things." She shook her head.
"Every man that I've ever gone out with has tried to put the make on me. So I'm afraid HI have to pass, Nick." Nick shook his head sadly and innocently. "It's dreadful," he told her, "you just can't trust anybody these days. A lot of hookers try to put the make on me, too."
"You're not a bad-looking man, Nick," she admitted, "and I can see why."
"I promise I won't lay a finger on you," he told her, "if you'd just like a friendly chat with me. You will enjoy the view."
Rita agreed. They took a taxi to his place which was a few blocks away. As she entered the apartment house she noticed a guard at the door. "Guess things aren't too safe around here." "No, they aren't," he admitted. "As a matter of fact, we live in perpetual fear. That's awful, isn't it?"
"You bet it is," she said sadly. "I wish the world was different than it obviously is."
He brought out a bottle of whiskey and suggested he could fix her a whiskey sour.
"I'd prefer a Tom Collins, if you don't mind," she told him.
Nick laughed.
"You kids all drink young, don't you?"
She nodded and smiled at him. As they sipped their drinks and looked out the picture window overlooking the lights of New York, Nick told her a few things about himself.
"I came here from Chicago," he explained, "and I have hit it lucky. I'm in the importing business."
"Apparently you've done very well, Nick."
"Yes, I have everything I want but happiness," he said sadly.
"I'm just starting here," she admitted, "and it's difficult when you're beginning, Nick."
Finally Nick admitted that he did want something of her.
"I'll confess," he slurred as he had too much to drink, "I wanted to see your beautiful body in the buff."
"I couldn't undress for you," she said flatly. "For if I did it would only lead to sex: You know that's what you're thinking of."
"I am different," Nick insisted. "If I could just look at you. That would he enough."
Finally Nick convinced Rita that it wouldn't be dangerous for her to strip. Slowly she slid out of her clothes. When he. caught sight of her beautiful bosoms, he licked his lips in anticipation.
"Don't do that, Nick," she insisted. "You said you wouldn't get aroused."
"I can't help myself," he smiled.
She didn't want to pull off her panties at this point. But Nick wanted more than ever to see what she looked like. Coming over to her he tugged the elastic waistband of her panties and then he slid a hand inside and felt of her moistening mound.
"You're beautiful all over," he smiled.
Finally she was coaxed to pull off her panties.
"Turn around," Nick smiled affectionately.
She turned around. And then he looked at her big bosoms.
"Wow!" he told her. "You sure have a gorgeous pair of knockers and what an ass. I've never seen a girl who could stimulate me more."
She started to dress.
"Why don't you let me just look at you while I jack offr It bothered her to think that Nick was this aroused. She felt it wouldn't hurt perhaps if she did have sex with him. Yet she was fearful. She wanted to keep her ladylike pose. It was nice being treated as something special.
"I know that nobody has ever asked you to do anything like this before," Nick smiled sheepishly, "but it would mean an awful lot to me if I could pull on my pecker and look at you. Just keep turning around."
She turned around slowly as she watched him unzipping his fly. Reaching in his pants Nick pulled out his long, hard shaft. He reached in again and fumbled around for his balls. Now he was pumping on his penis while he gently caressed his balls.
"Play with it," he told her.
Naked now, Rita walked over to him. She sat down close to him and let her hands wander over his cock.
"That feels so good," he told her. "Keep your fingers playing with it. Oh, baby, you're beautiful."
She was enjoying providing Nick with sexual stimulation. But at the same time she was thinking of wild things she could do to entertain him. Finally she bent over and brushed her great bosoms across his balls. Nick's cock quivered. "Rita," he whispered, "why don't you stick your tongue out and lick it like a lollipop?"
His words hypnotized her. Bending over she let her tongue gently slide back and forth across the head of his shaft.
"Yes, baby, yes," he told her eagerly, "that feels good. Lick it. Suck me."
She was prepared now to provide him with the erotic arousal he wanted so much. Not only did her breasts crush against his balls, but her mouth slipped over his shaft and soon she was sucking on him.
"Suck it off," he whispered anxiously. "Suck, baby, suck. That's how you do it. Oh, sweetheart, suck my juicy dick load."
Opening her mouth she finally let him slip it inside. Nick rammed it down her throat. He was enjoying it enormously now. Reaching for Rita's head he held her in place.
"Suck my pecker," he panted. "Suck it good. That's what I want. Now you're sucking it. Come on, cock sucker, suck it."
She figured she would do as he requested. She found he was enjoying it more every moment.
"Yes, baby, yes," he begged her anxiously, "that's how I like it. Now you're sucking. Come on, sweetheart, suck. Suck it."
Now he was turning on. His hands gripped her head. He held her in place.
"Rita," he exclaimed, "suck my pecker. Suck it good."
The young girl remembered how she had made it with her other lovers. She did her best to give him a super suck. Her tongue whipped around the head of his shaft. And then she could feel him spurting. His hot white load shot into her mouth. She gulped hungrily.
"Eat it," he begged. "Let me see you swallow it. Oh, baby, it's gonna taste good. Suck my seed."
Nick needed Rita to demonstrate how much it meant to her to eat his cock juice. He remembered all too vividly the ugly incidents with women who would spit out his precious seed. This beautiful young girl with her sensuous red lips clasped over his penis tip was more than willing to gobble his juice. Apparently she had been well trained. His hands caressed her cheeks as he watched her suck and swallow his sperm.
Pulling her mouth off his penis she licked her lips.
"Taste good, honey?" Nick nodded happily.
"You bet your sweet ass it did," she winked.
At that point Nick figured it wouldn't hurt to get a little ass suck action.
"How about rim jobs?" he asked Rita.
He pulled off his pants and shorts and raised up his ass.
"Get down there, baby," he told her, "and see what you can do with your tongue."
Rita spared nothing. She got down around his crotch. Her hands clasped his bare bottom and her tongue slid back and forth across his ass cheeks.
"Oh, suck it," he told her, "suck it. Suck my butt."
Rita's licking tongue movements pleased Nick. He enjoyed the way her hands gripped his buttocks as she closed her eyes and let her tongue sweep over his tingling ass.
"Don't be afraid to slip it right up my asshole," he told .her. "I'll pay you anything you want. Oh, Rita, lick it."
Rita had never thought in terms of getting paid for performing sexually. It bothered her that Nick was thinking of her as a hustler type. She had read plenty of those books about hustling. That was the last thing she. wanted to do.
Pulling her tongue out of his ass, she complained, "I'm not doing this for money," she pouted. "I never said you were," Nick caught himself quickly. "I was only thinking of a little token of my esteem. Something you might slip on your finger."
"That's different," Rita nodded. "I wish I could have a pearl ring. One with diamonds set on both sides."
"Go back to eating my ass," Nick said, realizing what a hooker mentality she possessed, "and we'll talk about it later. All right?"
"Sure, Nick," she said, displaying new enthusiasm as she thought about what she might get from him.
Her tongue licked and lapped at his bare bottom once more. But that wasn't enough for Nick. No way. He wanted to feel her tongue plunging up his asshole and he didn't hesitate to tell her so.
"Come on, baby," he told her, "don't be bashful. Stiffen your tongue and stab it right up Nick's tender behind. I would love that."
She held his ass firmly as her tongue stabbed up his rectum.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "now you're doing it. Just like I like it. Suck my butt. Suck my asshole."
She went on letting her tongue slide smoothly in and out of his tight, twisting rectum. He twisted about and her movements continued.
"Eat my butt," he told her. "Suck. Suck my sweet ass."
She reached up and began pulling on his penis. It was hard now and she got a big charge out of jacking him.
"Get the rhythm," Nick told her. "That's it. Pull quick. Now you're doing it. Oh I love it. Keep that up. Yes. Keep it up."
She was developing a certain rhythm with her hand movements. Nick picked up on it immediately. He loved the tingling sensations that stimulated his body.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "you sure know how to excite a guy. Now you're doing it, love. Keep it up."
She went on pulling on his penis. His balls tingled.
"Eat me," he begged. "Suck my asshole. Oh, baby, do me."
Her tremendous tongue stabs up his ass combined with her hand grabs on his cock had him ready to explode.
"Baby," he told her, "why don't you let me slide it to you from behind? You sucked it once. It was super. But let's see how it feels to slide it up your asshole."
"Have any Vaseline handy?" Rita asked as she pulled her tongue from his twisting ass.
Nick nodded. He got off the chair where he held his legs apart so she could have easy access to his behind and went to the bathroom. Returning with the Vaseline he began applying it to his penis.
"Here, let me do it," she suggested, taking it away from him.
He sat on the edge of the bed and watched as she used her hand effectively to pull on his penis.
"That's the way to do it," he told her. "You're really catching on. Oh, baby, I love that."
Now she thought it would be interesting if she got on the floor on all fours.
"Dog-style, Nick?" she grinned as she got on the floor and looked up at him.
Nick marveled at her willingness.
"Right on," he replied.
Mounting her he slipped his cock between her ass crack. With a hard, plunging stab he rode into her.
"Fuck it off," he panted as he thrust it into her. "Fuck, baby, fuck. Now you're doing it. Just like I like it. Fuck, baby, fuck."
Now she was providing him with all of the erotic excitement he could take.
"Swing," she told him, "swing your dick to the right and left. I'll, move my ass the opposite direction."
Nick caught on to what she was doing. He thrust to the right and she twisted around.
"Beautiful," he panted as he began massaging and caressing her bare bottom. He enjoyed ravishing Rita's behind. He didn't hesitate to tell her how good she was at this. "You've got a talent for this," he panted as he pumped it into her. "You've got those movements down cold."
It pleased Rita that she could give him such a super ass fuck. She was also imagining the kind of ring that he might get her. Perhaps it would be three diamonds. She would prefer that to one pearl and two diamonds. All of these thoughts were going through her mind while Nick was focusing on her ass and her movements. It was amazing how she could have two thoughts going on at the same time. One about a monetary award and the other about giving him a good performance.
Nick's thick prick stabbed hard now.
"I'm almost there," he told her. "Just keep swinging your ass. Now, baby, now. Oh, hang tight. I'll make it in a minute."
Nick pulled his slippery cock from her asshole. He pressed it between her buttocks. More sperm spurted from his penis tip. She enjoyed the hot juice as it splashed on her back.
"Wow!" she exclaimed as she turned around.
"You enjoy having my pecker slipping up your ass?" he demanded.
"You bet," she nodded and reached for his limp cock.