Chapter 10
BIG BOLD BETTY
It was eight p.m. when she arrived, and sure enough her pigeon was sitting in his usual booth, almost finished with his meal, as she had figured.
Walking over toward him with a big smile on her face she said, "Hello, how have you been?" Before Dan could answer, she sat down opposite him. "You remember me, don't you?" Again, before he could answer, she beat him to the punch. "I used to work here, but the boss and I didn't see eye to eye, so I quit. Well, that's all water under the bridge. How have you been? By the way," again she cut in before he could answer, "my name is Betty. What's yours?"
This time she gave him a chance to answer. "Dan," he said in a high pitched nervous voice, as she glared at him like a cat looking at a canary.
She could see that she had pegged him right. He was the timid type. I hope he's not a fag, she thought. Well, we'll soon find out.
"Dan, I hope you don't think me too aggressive, but where I come from we're all very friendly and I was just thinking that if you're not doing anything this evening, there's a very nice place not far from here that has dancing and entertainment. Being this is my birthday," she lied, "I sure would hate to spend it by myself," she cooed femininely.
Dan cleared his throat, and in his new manly tone said, "Don't worry, Betty, you won't have to spend your birthday alone."
Dan signalled the waitress for his check, but Gus the Greek, who had spotted Betty when she had sat down next to Dan, told the waitress he would take it.
"Hello Betty," Gus said with a searching look in his dark eyes.
She gave him one of those drop dead looks and Gus's cheeks paled.
"Let's go, Dan," she smiled as she wrapped her arm around his and possessively walked out with him.
"Wasn't that the girl that used to work here?" the waitress asked Gus as she scooped up her tip from the table.
"Yeah, that's big Betty Palmaro. I had to fire her last week. She beat the shit out of one of my customers and we had to call the cops to pull her off him."
"Nice kid," said the waitress watching them as they hailed a cab.
The place that Betty said was not far was almost three miles and when she saw Dan begin to stare at the meter, she pushed one of her big thighs against him, reassuring him that it would be well worth the investment.
Dan looked surprised, then seemed to relax. Well, at least he wasn't a fag, she thought, otherwise he would have bolted out of the door when I did that.
Dan was thinking, boy! She sure is the most aggressive female I've ever met and built like a brick shit house, he thought as he looked at her through the corner of his eye and felt the pressure of her thigh pushed against his. There was no mistake in its meaning. Never look a gift horse in the mouth, was the old saying, so he figured he would play it her way for a while before he took the reins.
The band was playing a tango as they entered the club. "Shall we?" she smiled. "I love tangos."
"Me too," he smiled, as they glided across the floor in perfect harmony.
Her cunt was glued to his cock as they dipped and swayed to the slow, sexy rhythm. When the band stopped for an intermission, Dan found his now bulging cock almost pressed into the mouth of her cunt. He had to pull out fast or he would have shot in his pants.
"Virile, aren't you?" Betty said as she smiled and looked down at the bulge in his pants.
Dan's face turned red.
"Don't be embarrassed, honey," she laughed. "It's perfectly normal."
He tried to smile as beads of sweat began pouring off his forehead. This bitch is bu "rig my balls, he thought. It's perfectly normal-who the hell does she think she's got here? A virgin or some sort of schmuck? I'll play it colo. he thought as he sat at the table.
After a few drinks and the usual small conversation that follows it, Dan made his play. "Look, Betty, it will be another hour before the floor show goes on, why don't we..." Before he could finish the sentence, she had put her hand under the table and felt his hard dick.
"I see that little pecker of yours can't wait," she smiled, as she gave it an affectionate squeeze. Dan's face turned red, but before he could answer, she got up and said, "Let's go."
Wow, this was too good to be true, he thought, as they cabbed over to a nearby hotel where an indifferent clerk didn't even bother to look up at them. He just took the money when he saw no luggage and pocketed it.
"Room seven, first floor up."
"What about the key?" Dan asked.
"It's open," he answered, without taking his eyes off the scratch sheet that he was looking at.
As Dan followed Betty up the stairs, he noticed the tremendous size of her ass as it swayed back and forth in front of him. His pulse quickened as he thought that in a few moments he would be in that mountain of loveliness.
Once inside, they bolted the door, and Dan embracing her tits from behind, rammed his hot prick right up against her big ass. Oh, it sure felt good. iNice and soft. Just the way he pictured it to be.
His lips started hungrily kissing and biting the back of her neck as her hands reached backwards and skillfully unzipped his fly. Then, taking his cock out, she lifted her dress up and stuck it between her big soft cool thighs and like a hula dancer began to sway from side to side.
Dan yelled, "Hey, cut it out," as he pulled out just in time before he came.
"You sure have hot balls," she laughed.
"Yeah, and they're busting for you, baby," he almost yelled.
"Well, we don't want that to happen, do we?" she smiled as she pinched his cheek. "Take off your pants and come to bed with mommy," she ordered as she quickly removed her clothes.
Dan's Irish really hit the ceiling. Here I stand with my balls busting and she's talking to me like a little kid who's wearing diapers. Well, this shit must cease right here and now!
"Look, you bitch, get this straight. I'm the man, not you. I'm the boss, not you. And we do what I want and when I want. Understand?! " he shouted as he shook her by the shoulders.
She looked at him like she couldn't believe what he was saying. Then her face hardened as she glared back at him. "Get your goddamn hands r off me." The cold look that she gave him with the threatening tone in her voice caused a wave of fear to run through his body.
He let go of her immediately and backed away. What the hell's the matter with me? She's only a broad. Why did I get so scared for? He wondered.
"Okay, boss. You want to prove what a big man you are. Go ahead, prove it," she mocked.
"That does it," he said as his Irish temper rose again. Now she gets it but good. "Okay, baby, I'm going to teach you who's boss once and for all. You'll eat my shit before I'm through with you," he yelled as he lunged for her.
She grabbed him by his shoulders, and like a battering ram, slammed her heavy knee into his groin.
"Ugh!" Dan groaned as he suddenly felt a nauseating weakness take over his body.
Again and again her powerful knee came up between his now helpless outstretched legs, nearly lifting him off the floor. He very much resembled a dribbling basketball. Then, reaching upward, she grabbed him by his head and pulled it down, clamping it between her big thighs as she quickly grabbed his flaying arms and twisted them up behind his back.
He tried to wriggle free, but she increased the pressure of those tremendous thighs until his yelling became a gurgle and his twisting stopped completely. Then, dropping his arms and increasing the hold on his imprisoned head with her thighs, she pulled down his pants and threw them on the chair.
Looking down at the mass of helpless manhood imprisoned between her legs, she thought, little boys with big penises trying to be tough!
"Well, big man, do you still want to be boss?" she sneered as she spread her massive legs and watched him sink down beneath them to the floor, gasping for breath.
It was at least five minutes before he was able to pull himself up. As he reached for his pants, she pulled them out of his hand and threw them across the room.
"Who the hell said you could leave?" she bellowed, as she placed her hands on her nude massive hips, and glared threateningly at him.
"Now look-" he said.
"Look, shit!" she yelled. "Get the hell on the bed right now and fast if you know what's good for you!"
Dan paused, then looking fearfully at those powerful legs that nearly crushed the life out of him a few minutes earlier, decided to play it her way for a while.
As he lay on his back, she roughly pulled open his legs and like a cobra, darted her head in between his thighs and seized his penis in her mouth while her hands skillfully manipulated his balls, as she sucked savagely away at his cock.
Dan's hair almost stood up on his head as he felt that he was about to explode in her mouth. Then just as he was about to come, she released his quivering cock.
"Okay, stupid," she ordered as she fell backward on the bed, spreading her legs open, "shove it into me quickly."
He could see her big tits heaving and knew that she was just as hot as he was. This could be the moment of escape, he thought. I could jump off the bed, grab my pants, and be out of the door before she could stop me.
"Come on, stupid, I'm almost ready to come," she shouted.
Her sexy commanding voice, and that fascinating cunt in front of him, plus his bursting balls, were too much. That bitch, he thought. She knew damn well that he couldn't run away in that condition. That's why she had started him off with a blow job and then left him hanging in the middle.
Dan had no choice but to obey. As he lowered himself between her large thighs, the mouth of her hungry cunt closed over the head of his cock and quickly swallowed it with one gulp. Then, locking her big thighs around his waist so that he could not escape, she began rocking up and down while her pussy, which seemed to have a life of its own, grabbed his dick like a hand, and began to open and close on his penis.
The rhythm was maddening and as it increased, so did the pressure of her legs around his waist. The tempo became so frightfully fast, that he tried to pull out, but her thighs held him in a vice-like grip.
Now she had her cunt blocking the valve of his penis so that he couldn't come, and as they madly rocked on the creaking bed, he could see that she was enjoying every moment of it. Purposely prolonging it for her own sadistic animal pleasure.
Beads of sweat were pouring down his face, and fear gripped him as he heard his heart pounding like a hammer. He yelled as he tried to pull out, but couldn't move an inch. like a giant Python, she had swallowed him up, the only thing visible were the cheeks of his small ass being drawn ever deeper into this bottomless pit.
Wildly, he started to gasp for air, as he felt his head pounding and the room spinning. Finally, she relaxed the grip on his imprisoned penis and he exploded into her like an H-Bomb.
An hour later he awoke and found a note tied to his limp prick. It said, "Don't make any plans for next week. I'll get in touch with you. Got your home and office addresses from your wallet. Betty."
Two weeks had gone by and Dan was glad that he had not heard from Betty. After all, the only reason that she had gotten the better of him that evening in the hotel room was because she had knead him unexpectedly in the groin and it was her fight from there on in, he reasoned, reassuring his hurt ego. Yet, he could still feel those big powerful thighs around him, and that hungry cunt of hers unmercifully sucking out his vital juices.
His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by his new receptionist, Beverly Johnson, as she stood in front of him and asked if he would like some coffee as the boy from the coffee shop downstairs was making one of his unscheduled rounds with the coffee cart throughout the offices.
"No thanks," he said, smiling and watching her shapely body as she turned and walked out, closing the door gently behind her.
Not bad at all, he thought, as he remembered that her job application sheet stated that she was from the mid west, 22 years old, and recently divorced.
As the day went by, the more he thought of this chic, five foot seven inch honey-haired blonde, the hotter he became. After all, she had been married, so what the hell did she have to lose? In fact, she probably was dying for a good sized cock by now, he reasoned, and maybe I'm just the guy that can fill that gap.
Thinking of the old axiom that had worked for him before, 'you have to have brass to get ass,' he pushed the buzzer on his desk.
"Yes, Mr. Daley," she answered.
"Bev, will you please come in here for a moment and bring your notebook."
"Yes sir, Mr. Daley," she replied.
All very formal-like, he thought. Well, in the next few minutes well see if we can change that.
As the door opened and she came in, Dan gave her a big smile. "Beverly, I want to come right to the point."
"Yes, Mr. Daley?" she looked at him quizzically.
"I know that you're a divorcee and just arrived in New York a few weeks ago. I'm quite sure that you know I'm a bachelor."
She nodded, still looking at him quizzically.
"Well, to come straight to the point, it's a big city and I'm lonely and I'm gambling on the idea that you are also lonely, so I think that we should get together and do something about it."
Her face Ut up in a big smile. "I never-thought that you would ask, Dan," she blurted out.
The response was so direct that it rocked him for the moment. Well, as long as I went this far, he thought, I'll go a little farther. He walked toward her, put his arm around her slim waist, and pulled her toward him. She offered no resistance as his penis rapidly rose, and socked up against her. She spread her legs and swallowed it through her dress.
"Oh my god!" He shot in his pants before he had even realized it.
Wow, this girl has sex appeal, he thought as his knees began to buckle.
She grabbed him. "Are you all right, Dan?"
"Yeah, sure. Just let me sit down."
She eased him into the chair.
Looking up at her, a bit embarrassed, he said, "You know what happened, don't you?"
"Yes," she said smiling, "and my pants aren't exactly dry either," she laughed.
"Wow, if we can do this with clothes on, imagine what it will be like when we're naked," he gasped.
"I'm way ahead of you, Dan," she said, smiling enthusiastically with a twinkle in her eye. "Say, dinner at my place when we get out of here?"
"Swell," he almost yelled.
Suddenly, Mr. Fletcher's voice called Miss Johnson.
"Oh, the old goat," she gasped, as she gave Dan a quick smile and said, "downstairs by the cigar stand in the lobby."
"Right," he smiled back as he watched her whisk her shapely ass through the door and automatically his hand dove into his pocket as he felt his now hardening prick.
What a jerk I've been, he said to himself. A gold mine in my own backyard and I'm knocking myself out running around all over town!
By the time five o'clock rolled around, Dan was so excited that he already had jerked off twice behind his desk. By five-ten both of them were already downstairs, which really set some sort of a record. At five-fifteen, they were in a cab and on the way to her place.
Outside her door she nervously fumbled for her keys as Dan began nibbling at the back of her neck and pushing his hard-on up the crack of her shapely ass.
"Oh honey," she laughed, "give me a chance to open the door."
"Sorry," he said as he backed away.
"Sorry for being so virile?" she asked smiling.
His cock nearly ripped through his pants at the reassuring words. As soon as she opened the door, he quickly lifted her into his arms, and walked into the apartment kicking the door shut behind them.
He carried her to a large bed that was directly in front of the room. She seemed a bit surprised, but he could tell by her eyes that she loved his aggressiveness.
Without hesitation, he dumped her on the bed and undressed her as well as himself in record breaking time. Then he looked down at her lovely, nude body as she lay there with her legs spread open eagerly awaiting his penis.
Right then and there Dan decided that he wanted this relationship to last, and not to fall through like the others. If he could really give her a night that she would never forget, then she would be all his, he thought.
"Did you ever get sucked off?" he asked.
"No," she blushed excitedly, as he looked down at her.
"Well, this is your night, kid."
Climbing up over her, he stuck his head between her outstretched thighs, then carefully parting her thick blonde bush with his hands, he started sucking her clitoris.
"Oh, oh," she sighed, as her hand grasped the dangling cock that pointed downward in her face and stuck it into her mouth.
Instinctively, she began to suck away at it with the same speed that Dan was using on her clitoris. In no time at all, they both came together with sufficient force to knock the roof off the house.
Dan pulled out from her cradle of love, spitting blonde hairs out in the process.
"Got a toothpick?" he joked as he smiled at her.
"Oh Dan, it was wonderful," she sighed as she threw her arms around him and began kissing him.
After a short rest, he mounted her again, this time the regular way with her lyg on her back, and with him between her legs.
"Feeding time," he kidded.
"Oh goody," she answered passionately, as the mouth of her still starved cunt eagerly swallowed his cock, and her legs automatically wrapped around his back, pulling him forward into her arms. Forcing her tongue between his lips she began to soul kiss him until he had to pull his head away to get his breath.
"You're sure a hot little bitch," he said.
"Yeah, and don't you just hate it," she smiled back at him.
The bed squeaked loudly, as both rocked to the rhythm of love. Dan's cock was on the verge of exploding and he could tell by her throbbing cunt and swaying hips that she too was ready.
"Okay," he yelled, "ready or not, here I come."
Wham! He thrust it all the way up to the hilt and then like two meteorites hitting one another, they both came at the same time.
After they had repeated this, and then had done it in several other positions, she said, "Wow!" as they lay on their backs exhausted, looking up at the ceiling. "I never knew there were so many different ways of making love.
Why, you could drop dead from the excitement," she said.
"Yeah," Dan agreed, "but can you think of a better way to go?" He smiled as he squeezed her pussy.