Chapter 8
Rita made her decision.
She was tired of being hustled and not getting paid for it. After her sexual encounter with Ned, she figured she might as well hit the big city again. She had some money she had saved up from her sojourn in the nice, moral mid-West.
She went right back to New York and found herself a nice apartment in the Sixties. She got a complete new wardrobe and then she set about to find someone who she felt could take care of her in the manner that she wanted to become accustomed to.
She knew of one bar called The Well of the Sea. It was rumored that the rich men hustled the beautiful girls here. She figured that would be the perfect spot for her to go.
Wearing a tight-fitting blue velvet pantsuit, she went there one night. She sat at the bar and as she looked around she immediately noticed a handsome, middle-aged man who was looking her way. She didn't say a word but kept her eyes focused on the bartender. If she looked overly eager she was certain that he wouldn't think much of her. She was trying to establish just how great she was and she didn't want to take any chances of downplaying herself.
After she had sipped her drink a short while, the man began making conversation.
"We're sure living in a crazy mixed-up world," he told her. "I was reading in the paper today about this twenty-one-year-old guy who beats up this ninety-one-year-old man. What's the world coming to? No doubt these freaks will be back on the streets tomorrow so they can try it all over again."
"I know it's dangerous here in New York," Rita nodded grimly. "A girl just can't be too careful."
"You can say that again," he told her.
She listened to him and he was more than willing to discuss everything he could with her.
"The morals here are nothing either," he told her. "A lot of cheap tramps selling their wares. That's why I like to come to a class bar like this one."
"Yes," she nodded. Just as the bartender walked over to ask her if she wanted another drink, the man beside her suggested he could buy her one.
"Thank you," she smiled, "but I shouldn't accept a drink from a stranger. Not that there would be anything wrong, but it's a matter of principle."
The man leaned back in surprise. He thought she probably was trying taput the make on him and he was amazed that she didn't instantly accept his offer. That only whetted his appetite, just as Rita calculated it would.
"Naturally, my dear," he told her. "It was just a friendly gesture. I meant no harm."
"I'm sure you didn't," she -smiled, "and I do appreciate your thoughtfulness."
He was getting his point across to her. But it wasn't working the way that she thought it would at all.
He went on sipping his drink and didn't suggest buying her one.
After he had gone, Rita decided that she would have to be a bit bolder. The bartender came over and laughed. He had figured out the whole situation.
"He suprised you, didn't he?" he grinned.
"Damn it, mind your own business," she snapped.
"I was just trying to help you out in your line of business," he said, opening his eyes wide.
That did it. She was really burned up. She left the place and went for a walk. Then she thought fearfully of what it was like to be out on the dark streets. She came back and there wasn't another man who paid any attention to her. Finally the bartender introduced himself.
"I'm Max," he told her, "and I know all the rules around this place. As a matter of fact, baby, if you'll come home with me tonight I'll help you get what you want."
She looked into his eyes and she seemed to sense he was sincere.
"I don't usually take a man up on such an offer, Max," she told him, "but I trust your intentions are honorable."
"Just as honorable as your intentions are, sweetheart," he smiled her way. "I don't go for that crap. I can give you the lowdown on who has the money around here."
"All right, as long as we're levelling," she told him, "111 play along with you. But don't give me any bum leads."
Max assured her that he wouldn't. They left the place together.
She enjoyed seeing his apartment. He only lived a couple of blocks away from the bar.
"Apparently they pay you well," she observed.
"Yes, they do, sweetheart," he told her. "I live in comfort."
At that point big Max began undressing.
"Keep your clothes on," she told him.
"Take yours off," he ordered her. "I'm not telling you one thing until I find out how good you are at performing."
"What on earth are you talking about?" she asked him bluntly.
"I don't want to give anybody a bum stear," he explained. "Unless you really know how to give a guy a good time in bed, I'm not recommending you to anybody. Got it, baby?"
"Yes, I've got it," she told him.
It was getting her angrier every moment. She realized that Max was not an easy person to deal with. However, she was more than willing to play along with him.
At this point she started removing her clothes. He observed her closely.
"You're not wearing falsies, are you?"
"Falsies went out years ago," she told him.
"I mean the silicone variety," Max told her. "I guess I know my tits."
Max came over to examine her breasts closely. "They, look real," he told her.
She was so angry she felt like reaching down and patting his crotch and making a few sarcastic comments about the believability of his penis. However, she thought better of it. Especially when Max told her that he had formerly been a prize fighter.
"I hear you guys get a big charge out of pounding another guy," she told him with a laugh, "and there's something sexual about it. Freudian, I guess."
"Forget that fucking Freud," he told her. "I'm not getting my rocks off when I'm beating up on another guy. Not quite yet. Not old Max. Now, baby, I want you to have the honor of pulling off my shorts. Go ahead. Don't be afraid."
As she looked at his huge cock she thought it might jump out at her. She wasn't eager to pull down his shorts but, nevertheless, she did so.
"Wow!" he told her. "It sure feels fabulous when you play with it. Go ahead, honey, play with my pecker."
She let her hand massage his cock. He was getting more and more turned on.
"Yes, baby, yes," he told her, "that's what I want you to do. Oh, sweetheart, you know exactly how to stimulate me. Oh, baby, you're beautiful."
Max continued watching her. He could hardly wait for that moment when he was going to let his hands reach for her ass cheeks. For he was turned on with anal sex and he didn't hesitate to tell her so.
"I'm one of those guys," he explained, "who likes to enter by the back door. You know what I mean, of course."
"Naturally I know about that unnatural act," she exclaimed, "and I disapprove. I think the place for the penis is in the pussy. I resent men who try to shove it up my ass. If s an act of sadism, damn it."
"Not with your butt it isn't, baby," he told her. "It was made for fucking. I watched you when you walked across the room. Baby, pull off your inhibitions and let me enjoy myself."
She was eager to demonstrate to him just how entertaining she could be. But the idea of letting him slip it to her from behind didn't exactly arouse her erotic imagination. But it did Max's. He was naked now and he went over to her. He pressed his huge shaft between her ass cheeks. But he didn't attempt to force his cock up her asshole. She was grateful for that.
"Doesn't that feel good?" he asked her. "Maybe it does to you, tiger," she told him, "but it sure as hell doesn't feel very nice to me."
Max could be blunt. She didn't appreciate the fact that he was as blunt as he was. Nevertheless, she didn't make an issue out of it.
"I keep a good jar of Vaseline handy," Max said comfortingly, "and I promise you my cock will be coated with Vaseline before I try to slip it up your ass."
"That's real sweet of you, Max," she told him. "No doubt you have a nine-incher."
"Nine and a quarter," Max smiled proudly. "That is, measuring from underneath the balls. The only fair place to start measuring a pecker. A lot of women don't know that."
"Yes, and I'm sure they're missing out on a lot," she said grimly.
"There's one thing I don't like about some of you chicks," Max said. "I think you enjoy having sex with women. I think you only do it with men because you're frigid and you want to get paid. Am I right?"
"Oh, yes," she said, "I only have sex with men for money. I'm really crazy about my girl friend. She's waiting in an apartment for me."
"Why don't you go call her up?" Max said. "I could take on the both of you."
"Hell with you," she told him. "I was just kidding. There isn't anybody else."
With a look of disappointment on his face, Max caressed her buttocks.
"At least you've got a beautiful butt, baby," he told her, "and I'm gonna have a good time screwing it" He looked at her now as hot charges of sexual excitement went through his body. He picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. Knowing about his fighting past she didn't think she should put up much of a fuss.
"What's it like having sex with a woman?" Max asked her curiously.
"You should know, Max," she told him. "Or haven't you ever fucked a woman before?"
"Damn you," he complained, "always taking everything the wrong way. Look, I'm not punchy. I'm right on. And I don't want any of this sarcasm crap. This women's liberation thing is no fucking good. Now women talk back. Back in my day they used to be grateful for a guy."
*Tm sure they really appreciated the man who could stab his cock up their asshole," she said gravely.
Max began laughing.
"You'll love it," he assured her. "Most women do. You see that floor-length mirror over there. That's where we've got to do it. I'll just put out a beach towel in front of the mirror and then you can bend over and wait for me."
"While you find a rock radio station to go with your cock stabs," she said with a laugh.
It was most evident to her what the score was. Max was determined that he was going to get his kicks. And he was going to get them any way he could. So she didn't make any more of a fuss about it.
True enough, he got the beach towel. It would have to be red. That made her feel all the more like a whore. When he turned on the stereo sound system and she saw the flashing light speaker attachment, she did feel like a whore.
"Just a minute, baby," Max said as he got the jar of Vaseline and began applying it to his penis shaft.
She watched as he applied the Vaseline.
"Make sure you put enough of that sticky stuff on your cock," she told him. "I don't want to end up with a torn asshole."
Max smiled and assured her that he would be careful. Then he bent over and began caressing her buttocks gently. He had big crude hands but he did have a gentle way of massaging her butt.
"That feels good, Max," she told him. "Maybe you can massage my back after you're through fucking me."
"Sure, baby, anything," Max said as he reached for his cock with one hand and began guiding himself into her hot, tight asshole.
At first the Vaseline-slickened penis slid smoothly between her ass cheeks. Then it stopped at the tight anal ring. She wondered just how much pressure it would require to ram it in all the way.
"I'm gonna give you a good fuck, baby," he told her. "Just relax."
"It's real easy with your cock in my ass," she told him.
Max was ramming it at a regular, even tempo.
"That feels super," he told her. "It really does. Oh, baby, grind your hips around. That's what I want you to do. Keep it up. Yes. Keep fucking."
She continued rotating her ass. He became more and more aroused.
"Fuck it, baby," he told her. "Fuck it good. That's the way to do it. Fuck. Fuck it off."
With deep, driving cock stabs he went on ramming into her. She enjoyed the erotic excitement of his cock plunging into her asshole.
"Oh, baby," he told her excitedly, "now you're doing it. Just like I like it. Fuck it. Fuck it off."
With penetrating cock jabs he went on ramming. She was becoming more and more aroused.
"Yes, baby, yes," he gasped as he went on stabbing her ass. Keep it up. Now you're doing it. I love it."
Max's big hands clasped her bare bottom. He squeezed her ass cheeks adoringly.
"Fuck it," he commanded as he rammed it savagely. "That's how you do it, honey. Fuck. Come on, baby, that beautiful. Fuck it off."
He went on ramming. She was becoming more and more aroused.
"Oh, baby," he told her as he gripped her hips, "I'm headin' home. You're gonna get a gusher."
He continued thrusting. At this point his penis tip exploded. Grinding her hips around she squeezed the cream out of his cock.
"Milk me," he panted. "Use your ass muscles. Just like that. Grab it and twist."
Rita knew enough about utilizing her asshole for a man's erotic delight. At this point when he was so excited he did give her a strange kind of thrill to please him. Bending over, he gripped her breasts. He squeezed the nipples as he finished sliding into her.
"Beautiful, baby," he told her. "That feels fantastic. Now you're doing it. Just like I like it. Fuck, baby, fuck."
With commanding cock stabs he went on thrusting. All of the sudden his big penis exploded once more.
"Baby," he told her, "you don't know how good that feels. You're too much."
The erotic excitement that she felt had him trembling. When he did pull out of her the first thing he wanted to do was congratulate her. "When it comes to knowing how to use your ass to entertain a man," he told her, "you sure know how to do it. You grab it with your ass muscles and you twist just right. I can tell when you're enjoying it."
She looked up at him.
"How do you know, Max?"
"Because," he explained, "when you start churning and twisting, it's evident you're enjoying. That's when I really enjoy it. So many women don't enjoy getting screwed. It's a big battle. Like I was reading the other day. When a man gets in bed with a woman, he wants to get his rocks off and she's grinding out the fur coat or the ring she wants."
"What a crude commentary to make on womanhood," Rita observed.
"But it's the truth," he explained.
"Unfortunately, it is," she told him. "Momma nature goofed. I'm afraid only about half of us get a climax. So that means we have to do a lot of acting."
"Are you a very good actress?" he asked her point blank.
"Very good," she smiled.
There wasn't a shadow of doubt in Max's mind about the fact she would make a good hooker.
"Hookers are going up to a hundred-and-twenty-five an hour," he told her. "The going price used to he a hundred dollars. But with inflation and all, the girls couldn't keep going unless the price went up."
"Well, that's one good thing that's happened," she laughed.
"How are you on pussy eating?" he asked her.
"Now how do you mean that, Max?" she smiled smugly. "Do you mean am I good at eating another woman's box or am I good at letting a man eat mine?" "Both ways," he said seriously.
"If you must know the truth," she told him, "I've never eaten another woman's pussy. Is there something wrong with me?"
"You bet your ass there is," Max insisted. "You haven't lived until you've sucked twat. I know."
"What makes it so super?" she asked him.
"I'll tell you what makes it so super," Max smiled at her. "It's simply this. You probably wonder what thrills a man gets when he slips his tongue in your pussy hole. The only way you can find out, love, is to do it yourself to another woman. Then when a guy is licking your twat you can tell whether he's good or not" "You do have a point there," she admitted candidly, "but it seems so warped and sick. That means that every woman must try it once. I could never do that."
"Why?" Max demanded. "Have you something against pussy eating. I'm sure you wouldn't care if I ate your snatch."
"No, frankly I'd enjoy it, Max," she admitted quite honestly, "but it just sickens me to think of doing it to another woman."
Max shook his head.
"You see," he told her, "society has you trapped in sick morals. If if s good for a man to eat pussy, then it should be doubly good for a woman. For she is learning what it's like to experience sex with her unique bodily equipment. Now I have a girl that I think you ought to meet. A very lovely dish named Carla. She's a South American girl. You'd enjoy her a lot. A real fire-cracker. And, baby, she's dynamite in bed. I mean, when Carta's tongue goes to work on you, whether you're a man or woman, she knows what she's doing."
"It sounds that way," she told him.
Now at this point Max's hand was reaching and groping for her pussy. He was patting her affectionately.
"Just let me lick it," he told her. "I would love to do it. Did you bring your pussy jelly with you, or do you want to use my containers?"
That was a new one for Eita.
"I never heard of using pussy jelly," she told him.
"Where have you been all my life?" Max asked her in disbelief and dismay. "You mean you don't sweeten up your pussy?"
"Let me see what you use, Max," she told him eagerly. "I want to do it. Just give me an opportunity. I'm a fast learner."
Max went over to the top dresser drawer. When he pulled it out he looked at the containers. Three of them were used up completely.
"Honey," he told her, "I'm sorry, but the champagne pussy jelly as well as the apricot and the lemon are used. But I still have blueberry, peach, mandarin orange and strawberry."
"Strawberry sounds like it would suit me," she agreed.
Max brought over the container, prepared to squeeze it into her hot nest.