Chapter 7
Rita was beginning to feel trapped in the sins of the city.
She felt perhaps if there was a change of scene she could lead a different life. She was tired of the noise, the dirt, the muggings and figured she would go to someplace more peaceful.
She picked a small mid-Western town not far from Chicago. She had some good references and it didn't take her long to get a job working for Ned Steward, an insurance agent.
Ned proved to be a very good boss. He never put the make on her but he did keep her work- ing late. Rita was reading deep books of philosophy and enjoying her relaxing times.
But one might when Ned was upset over a large claim, he began drinking.
"What was life like in the big city, Rita?" he asked her bluntly.
"The way life is in all big cities," she replied.
"That's not saying much," he told her. "Maybe it isn't," Rita admitted candidly, "but really, Ned, don't bother me. I don't like to think about it."
"Why not?" he asked her. "I'll bet you were a lucky little lady. No doubt you could turn men on with your gorgeous body. Around here we don't have much of that. We have to be content with what our wives begrudging-ly give us."
When she saw how angry Ned was getting she figured it was time for her to leave.
"I guess I've done all the work I can do tonight," Rita said, closing her file cabinet and reaching for her purse as she prepared to leave.
But it wasn't quite that easy.
"Rita," he told her, "I wish I could have sex with you. I've been thinking about it a long time."
"You're drunk, Ned," she told him- "Why don't you go home to your wife? F1I call Mary up if you want me to."
"I don't want her," Ned laughed. "T want you. Don't you understand that?"
She understood all too well what Ned wanted. But as far as she was concerned it was out.
"Ned, leave me alone," Rita complained.
But her tall, blond, muscular boss wasn't having it that way. His arms swept around her and he pressed his lips against hers.
"Stop it, Ned," she protested.
"No, baby," he told her, "I want to lick your pussy. I guess you suspected that."
"Ned," she whimpered, "you sound like a sex maniac. Leave me alone."
"I'm a Doctor Jekyl and Mr. Hyde," the insurance man smiled sardonically. "As a matter of fact, underneath this cool exterior there is a fiery fucking furnace."
To prove his point, Ned reached down and unzipped his fly and pulled out his long hard cock.
"Ned, what are you trying to do?" she asked evenly as she glanced at his quivering long penis shaft.
"I want to introduce you to my pecker," he told her. "Meet Ned, junior. Doesn't he look like a good boy? He stands up straight and tall.
And he has two balls to support him. I'll show you those, too."
Ned reached in his shorts and pulled out his big hairy balls. She looked at them nervously.
"Ned, you ought to be ashamed of yourself," she told him point blank.
"But the trouble is I'm not," he shook his head and smiled.
He gripped her hand and placed it on his rigid cock.
"Just play with it," he smiled anxiously. "Go ahead, honey. Reach down and jerk it for me."
She reached down and gripped his thick, pulsating penis. She tugged on it slowly. Ned was becoming more and more aroused.
"You haven't got the hand rhythm," he told her. "Mary never did know how to do it either. I guess I have to teach you dames everything."
To prove his point, Ned got rough. He gripped her hand. He placed it on his penis and then he placed his hand over hers. He pulled now with a hard, even stroke.
"How about that?" lie enthused. "I'm gonna pull my pecker for you. Watch. Watch it."
He was pulling at a good clip now. She was becoming more and more aroused.
"Beautiful, baby," he told her. "That's the way to do it. Oh, you know how, honey. Sure, baby. Now you're jerking Ned's joy stick. Keep it up."
This was just the kind of activity Ned liked. He enjoyed forcing a fresh young girl to satisfy his dark carnal lusts.
"Now you're getting the rhythm," he smiled affectionately, "and, baby, there's a rhythm to give a mouth job, too. Ever give a guy a blow job?"
Rita thought she had better play it innocent. She shook her head.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Ned," she told him.
"You probably refer to it as fellatio," he slurred, "but in my book a cock suck is a cock suck is a cock suck."
She could tell from the way his penis was vibrating that it wouldn't be too much longer until he was juicing.
"Oh, that's beautiful," he told her. "Such talent. You've got it. Oh, baby, wait'Il I give you a good time. Just keep doing that. I love that. Yes, baby. That's super."
He was more and more excited now. So was she.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "wait till I feed you my cock. If s juicy. I'm gonna shoot you a real heavy load. Just wait. Oh, baby, you're wonderful."
Finally Ned forced the young girl to her knees. As she glanced up at his huge, quivering penis she saw a drop of crystal cum forming at the small slit at the crown of his shaft.
"Lick it," he smiled happily.
She let her pink tongue tip lash out at the head of his shaft.
"Oh, that feels good," he told her. "Now put your mouth around it, honey, and suck on it."
He pushed forward. Her mouth moved over his cock. She was sucking on it smoothly. It pleased Ned to see the way her mouth slid back and forth as she sucked him.
"That's what you call giving a blow job," he smiled, "and I love it. Baby, I want to shove it down your throat. I want to teach you what cock sucking is all about."
Saying no more he gripped her head and forced his hard, slippery shaft down her throat.
"Breathe deep, baby," he told her, "cause it may be your last breath. What a way to go!"
She knew Ned was joking. But she did wonder just how much of this she could take.
"Oh, suck me," Ned begged her. "Suck me.
That's the way to do it, darling. Suck my big joy stick. It's juicy."
He pulled back and then let her focus her tongue action on his cock. He could tell from the way she was blowing him she'd done it before. He was glad as he wanted her to give him a professional cock suck.
"Keep the tongue action going," he told her. "You're almost there. Beautiful."
She was pleased that she could perform so well for him. Now he was plunging it down her throat and only his balls were riding her lips. "Yes, baby, yes,'- he told her excitedly, "now you're doing it. That's the way I like it. Suck it off. Oh, baby, suck. Suck it off."
Suddenly his cock exploded. Ned's hot white sperm shot into her mouth. She gulped hungrily.
"Eat every drop of it," he gasped as he shot her a heavy load.
She gobbled his cum. It actually tasted good to her.
When she had finished sucking him off she pulled away.
"Like it?" he nodded.
He reached out and patted her head affectionately. She nodded and smiled up at him.
"I figured you would," he told her.
Ned's cock was still rigid. As she got to her feet he pulled her back to himself.
"Rita, there's one thing I've always wanted to do to you," he confessed, "and that's slip it to you from behind. I hope you don't mind."
It did bother her that he wanted to try this warped sexual act on her body. She was so glad that she'd gotten away from it in New York.
"Damn it, Ned, you're not gonna fuck my asshole," she said bluntly.
"To get that angry about it," he chuckled, "means you've been fucked up the ass before. I can always tell."
"Damn you," she snapped, "you apparently don't care about my feelings. All you want out of me is your own satisfaction and kicks. Well, you can go to hell." "Oh, honey," he told her, "I just want to go up your ass a little ways. I wouldn't have to slide it all the way."
"Someone tried that on me once," Rita said, masking her rage as best she could, "and it was terrible. I won't let you do it."
"I'll give you a raise," he smiled.
"You can take your job and shove it up your asshole," she quipped.
It got her the way he was acting. Here she thought he was a model mid-Western husband. A man who was stable and respectable. But she found that the same old dark desires that haunted her past were haunting her now.
She had made her point. But Ned hadn't made his point. Suddenly he threw his arms around her and kissed her passionately. As he pressed his lips against hers and let his tongue slip into her mouth, his hands reached down to cup her ass cheeks. He caressed them gently as he went on Frenching. It was amazing how Ned could get what he wanted out of her. She was seeing his use of strategy. It did please her to see the way he could use his tongue in her mouth. She imagined he could be an expert pussy eater. For he did have a marvelous way of wiggling his tongue so that she became more and more excited.
"Baby, I want to eat you," he told her. "I want to lick you and love you all over. But first, baby, I want to slip my pecker up your asshole. Please."
There was a certain little-boy expression about Ned that did get to her. He knew he was communicating.
"I promise I won't ever be rough," he told her.
"Ned," she shook her head, "I don't want you slipping your penis up my asshole unless it's coated with Vaseline or KY. It can be a dangerous weapon when it's used that way."
Ned finally agreed.
"We'll drive out to a motel," he told her, "and you can sign in. After you're in the room you can come out and get me. I'm too well-known here to register."
"I know that," Rita said evenly, "and I don't like cheating on^ your wife, Mary."
"Don't worry about her," he told her. "Mary doesn't give a damn about sex. She's a real ice cube."
Ned talked her into it. They got in the car together and left the office. First Ned stopped at a liquor store. He picked up a bottle of Vodka, orange juice, ice cubes, some bourbon and 7-Up. He waited for her to go to the drug store so she could get something that would make it easy for him to slide his cock up her asshole.
"Well, we're all set," Ned smiled when they got back in the car together again.
As they drove to the motel, Ned got to talk to her some more.
"Don't you fool me," he told her. "You've probably been to orgies and everything. I've been watching you closely, Rita. I can tell when a girl has been around."
Rita was curious to know how Ned made his deductions.
"Would you mind telling me," she asked with heavy sarcasm, "how you made this startling discovery?"
"Call it male instinct," he smiled.
"Call it male ego," she replied cryptically. "You men like to think all women are nuts about you. Honey, I left New York because T was tired of men pursuing me."
Ned reached over and patted her thigh affectionately.
"I don't like being clawed," she said. "I feel like a thing. Like a sex machine. You stick your cock in me and I'm supposed to light up like a pinball machine. Forget it."
"I wasn't thinking of a mechanical sex object," he told her, "but a hot-blooded woman who needed the fire of my pecker stabbing into her to keep her entertained."
When they came to a motel on the outskirts of the city, Ned let her out so she could sign in.
"I can meet you at the coffee shop on the corner," he told her, "and don't use your real name. It isn't wise."
She nodded. She got out and Ned wondered for a moment if she really would walk to the motel or desert him. He was pleased as he saw her open the motel office door and walk to the registration desk. He turned about and drove to the parking lot of the coffee shop.
He sat in a booth by himself and an attractive waitress came over to take his order, "What would you like, sir?" she asked.
Glancing at her bosoms Ned could only think of sucking on them. He lost his voice for a moment.
"I said," she repeated in her sexy voice, "what would you like?"
Ned chuckled. "I can't tell you," he told her, "but for now, make it coffee."
The waitress winked and wiggled back to the counter.
Ned had to laugh. Here he had been horny and finding it difficult to get one woman to go to bed with him. Now it appeared he was going to have two. But he couldn't take them on. Not at the same time, anyway. That was, unless he was an orgy boy from New York, or Paris, or Ix>s Angeles.