Chapter 9
When Jean Pierre had finished getting his ass sucked and cock sucked, he knew what he wanted from Alice Turner.
"Now, baby," he told her, "I would appreciate it if you would get on all fours on the floor."
"What on earth for?" she asked curiously. "That's the position I like to have my women in when I fuck them," he smiled.
She saw him going over to his pants and pulling off his belt.
"Are you going to obtain pleasure from my pain?" she asked frankly as she saw him whipping the belt in the air and listening to its whirring sting sound.
"Honey," he told her, "I'm gonna subdue your butt first and then fuck it."
"I don't know whether I like this little game or not," Alice said honestly.
"I'm not asking you whether you like it or not," he told her. "I'm telling you what you're gonna do. Come on, sweetheart, let's have a good time."
As Alice got on the floor her body was reflected in the floor-length dressing room mirrors. Jean Pierre enjoyed seeing her in this position. He reached for some lubrication for his cock. He took out a tube of KY and began squeezing it into his hand. He applied its slippery substance to his cock so it would be prepared for the invasion of her asshole. Then he went back to working on her body with his belt.
With one hand pulling gently on his penis, he flipped the belt across her behind with the other hand.
"Fuck me," he told her, "that's what I want you to do, baby. Fuck me."
Getting down on the floor he mounted her. He flipped his slippery cock between her ass cheeks. Then he moved forward. As he plunged his penis vigorously up her asshole she wiggled her buttocks for him.
"Now you're fucking," he told her. "Oh, baby, what a nice tight ass."
She loved the way he squeezed her buttocks. He spared nothing.
"Beautiful," he gasped as he rammed it to her in hard, stabbing jabs.
"Ohhhh, that's the way I like it," he told her, "oh, baby, fuck."
As he went on ramming up her rectum he bent over and let his chest touch her back. Then gripping her bosoms he pinched the nipples.
"I feel it," she told him, "and that feels good to me. Ohhh, Jean Pierre, reach down and play with my pussy while you're fucking my ass."
Jean Pierre planned to do this. Alice Turner didn't have to tell him. Reaching down he groped her vagina. Sliding a couple of fingers in her pussy, she now was getting it from both directions. She liked it.
"Oh, baby, that's fucking," she told him. "I like it."
He went ramming it up her rectum until he was about to cum. Then he surprised her by pulling out.
"You didn't go off," she exclaimed.. "What are you doing?"
Jean Pierre didn't tell her. Instead he went over to a small container that he had brought with him. Pulling out a dildo he strapped it on himself.
"What on earth are you doing?" Alice asked as she got off the floor and looked at him.
"I'm gonna give you a double fuck," he told her. "One for your pussy and one for your asshole."
Taking her hand he pulled her over to the bed. Alice understood as she lay on her back then spread her legs wide.
Jean Pierre reached up and put a pillow under her buttocks. Then he applied some more KY to the dildo.
"Now, sweetheart," he smiled, "it's really very simple. Get set for a good fuck."
The big penis plunged up her ass again and the dildo slipped up her pussy. Alice was delighted. It did feel good to be double fucked. And while his two cocks were working on her crotch, Jean Pierre reached up and gripped her bosoms. He let his full hands grasp the beautiful soft flesh and then his fingertips worked on the erect nipples. She could look up at his expression and sense how much pleasure he was obtaining from his fuck by the look on his face.
"Oh, it was worth every cent of it," she laughed, "if Marvel had only told me what a great screw you were, sweetheart."
"Marvel knows I'm a good fuck," he told her. "That's why she insists on me giving her a balling every now and then."
He was really enjoying himself at this point and so was she. He rammed it to her hard and she twisted eagerly.
"Fuck it, baby," he commanded, "that's the way you do it. Fuck, baby, fuck."
As she went on twisting her hips for him he continued shoving his dildo in her vagina and his cock up her rectum. He was squeezing hard on her tits and she could tell he was intensely excited.
"Oh, baby, it won't be long now," he panted as he rammed forward. "My gun is gonna explode. Hang tight. Oh, baby, it's gonna rock your ass."
His big cock exploded up her rectum. The hot cream shot up there. She twisted and squeezed as he finished giving her the sexual excitement she sought.
This was what she had always wanted. A man on fire to fuck her. With Jean Pierre all revved up she was realizing her erotic dreams fulfilled.
Jean Pierre pulled his cock out of her ass. And the dildo slid out of her pussy.
"Oh, I enjoyed that, lover," she told him, "I really did."
She still wasn't content to give up exciting him. She pulled herself down to his crotch and unstrapped the dildo. Then she got a wild idea.
"How about letting me fuck your asshole?" she asked her lover.
"All right," he told her, "if you want to. Now and then I find a woman who digs fucking my ass."
At this point he gave her the opportunity she wanted.
"I want to see you on the floor," she laughed, "and I'm gonna use that same belt that you used on my butt. And I'll use it on your butt."
"You're a meanie," he laughed.
"No," she told him, "I'm liberated."
Indeed she was liberated sexually and in every other way. For Alice Turner tossed off inhibitions. She sought her sexual ecstasy in bizarre unique manners. As she belted Jean Pierre's butt he kept moving on all fours on the floor.
"You male animal you," she told him, "when you're on your hands and knees that's all you really are. Come on, fucker, I'll give it to you."
She went on lashing at his ass until it was red.
"Now, baby," she told him, "I'll lick your butt. Then I'll suck your asshole and next you'll get it fucked."
She got down on the floor with him. She gripped his ass cheeks and sucked on them. He loved the feeling of her tongue whipping around his buttock flesh.
"You're doing it nice," he told her. "I hurt like hell when you were lashing it, but it feels good when you're sucking."
She went on lapping all around his buttocks and then parting his ass cheeks she slid her tongue up his ass crack.
"Fuck me," he told her, "fuck me, baby. That's what I want you to do. Fuck me."
Her tongue fucked him. She spared nothing. She let her tongue flip all around his anal hole and then she suddenly stiffened and stabbed. Jean Pierre loved it when she reached for his cock around the other side. She pumped on his penis with a milking motion as she went on eating his asshole.
"You'd better get your dildo in there, baby," he told her. "You can give me a jerk job while you're giving me an ass fuck."
She took time out to stand up and put on her dildo. Then making sure it was slick she got ready to stick it up his butt.
"Oh, baby," she smiled, "you're really gonna enjoy this."
Once she was on the floor she mounted him. She slid the slick dildo coated with her cum up his tight rectum. It slid smoothly until it came to the tight anal ring. It paused.
"Well, what are you gonna do?" the Frenchman asked her.
"I'm gonna fuck you," she exclaimed as she summoned all of her force and pushed forward.
The dildo slipped up his asshole. He loved it.
"Fuck it, baby," he told her, "that's what I want you to do. Fuck, baby, fuck."
He was really enjoying it now.
"Come on, baby," he told her, "that's how you do it. You fuck."
Ramming forward she bent over crushing her bosoms down on his back. He loved the feeling of her great breasts crushing against his back.
"Brush those tits down over my back," he told her, "let me feel them. Come on, honey, slam that dildo up my asshole. It feels good."
She was pleased that Jean Pierre wasn't afraid of being ass fucked. After all, she reasoned, he had fucked her asshole, why shouldn't she be able to fuck his?
The wild fucking session continued as she reached around and gripped his cock. She began jacking him off and he flipped out.
"Oh, that's wild, baby," he told her, "you're really giving me what I want. Come on, sweetheart. Now you're fucking."
He was delighted and excited to obtain all of this erotic pleasure.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "you don't know how much I enjoy this. Oh, sweetheart, swing that dildo in there. Sock it to me."
She drove forward enjoying the feeling of domination that having a dildo up her male lover's asshole gave her. It was surprising to Jean Pierre how good she was at it. Perhaps she was a man in another life, he thought to himself. For she sure knew how to use a dildo once the thing was strapped on her.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "you're so beautiful."
She kept her hand moving in a milking motion. She was determined to get him to climax.
"Fuck me," he begged eagerly, "fuck me. Oh, baby, give it to me. That's what I want. Fuck me, sweetheart, fuck me."
All at once he knew he was going to shoot his wad.
"Keep pulling, baby," he told her, "my prick is gonna explode. Come on, sweetheart, stab my asshole, pull on my prick."
With hard driving thrusts she continued jabbing the dildo up her lover's asshole. Then she knew he was cumming as his pulsating penis became too hot to handle and shot off.
"Keep pulling," he begged her, "and keep that dildo slamming up my rectum. That's it, baby, ass fuck me."
She went on stabbing the dildo up Jean Pierre's tight anal opening. At the same time she pulled rhythmically on his penis as the hot white cream spurted on the floor before them.
"Wow!" he told her. "That was a nice trip, sweetheart."
She began pulling out of his ass and he explained, "Not so fast, honey. It hurts when you do it that way."
She eased out of his asshole and then she lay there on the floor and rolled over and over.
"Have you gone ape?" he asked as he observed her movements.
"No," Alice told him, "I've found myself. I really have, tiger."
"Oh, I'm glad you found something," he told her, "because you sure are flipping out, honey."
"I know now," she told him frankly, "what the score is. I know that I can do anything sexually and feel no guilt or pain. Only pleasure."
"You live for lust, don't you?" he smiled.
"I'm love's child," she said hotly, "and I only need a good fuck every now and then. That's all, baby. Just a good fuck every now and then."
It pleased him that she had responded this way. For it was glaringly apparent that she needed release.
"I love to be fucked and sucked," she said, "and I know where I belong."
"In a bordello," Jean Pierre laughed. "Like I said before, honey, we'd make a good team. You could do a dog fuck while I stand at the side of the stage and jack off."
"That sounds like fun," she said, "it really does. How much would I get paid?"
"A hundred and fifty bucks a night," he told her.
"That would be great," she said. "Maybe I should consider retiring from teaching."
"But you just began as a teacher," he smiled.
"That's what you told me."
"Forget it," she said, "I don't belong in the profession. Not that profession."
He laughed as he looked at her. She had a happy smile on her face. He realized he would have to prick the balloon. For he didn't want her to live in a total illusion regarding sex and men who pay to play.
"Do you realize what you're getting into if you become a hustler?" he asked sadly.
"Pleasure and money," she said, "big cars and posh apartments and dinners and parties and exhibitions with lovely dogs."
"Not quite that nice," he admitted candidly. "There are raids. There are men who will abuse you. There's pain mingled with the pleasure."
"I could take it," she said evenly. "I'm up to anything."
"You're on cloud nine now," Jean Pierre shook his head, "because you got a good fuck. But, honey, you're gonna fall off that cloud and come down to earth mighty fast when they pick your ass up and cart it off to jail."
"Off to jail?" she asked. "What do you mean, Jean Pierre?"
"That's where good hustlers go when they get caught," he told her. "There's a price you've got to pay for that pleasure."
"That's evil," she said angrily. "Putting a person in jail just because they want to have a good time with their body."
"There are a lot of ways of looking at it, honey," he admitted, "and I don't look at it their way. Nevertheless, they are in power. And we would have no alternative but to go along to jail."
Alice Turner gave the possibility of becoming a hustler some second thoughts. A worried look formed on her face and a crease formed on her brow.
"A penny for your thoughts," he smiled.
"They're not worth a fucking penny," she told him. "Oh, baby, I feel so sad. I wanted to quit teaching tomorrow. I wanted to set up business. I thought of all those cocks that would be slamming into me and I loved the idea of that."
"A lot of girls look at it that way," he told her, "but they forget the dark side. What happens when you get to be thirty and forty?"
"Look at Marlene Dietrich," she smiled. "She's seventy-some."
"But Dietrich has never been a hooker," he reminded her. "She's actually been a very conservative woman who took superb care of herself."
"You've got a point there," she admitted sadly. "Oh, I'm so all twisted up I don't know what I want anymore, baby."
"That's what I figured," he told her sadly, "and, honey, I can't help you. You've got to find your way in your way."
"Thanks for being so honest, Jean Pierre," she told him. "At first I wanted to go along with the game. Now I had better go on with my teaching. Maybe now and then if I find a cat who likes to play I can have some fun. But I won't try to peddle my ass."
"It's better if you don't," he told her flatly.