Chapter 12
Once her mother was gone, Susan felt a sense of relief. But she also felt a sense of guilt. Maybe she should join a dating service, she reasoned. If she could find somebody who was on the up-and-up perhaps she could live a better life. It bothered her just thinking about it. Nevertheless, she knew that she had to make up her mind sometime.
She called up Gloria, who immediately said it was absurd.
"You're wasting your money," Gloria told her. "I joined one of those dating services. I wound up with the same type of man that I've been meeting with ever since."
Susan was an idealist. She was certain that somewhere there had to be a man who didn't expect sex along with friendship. So she blasted out at Gloria, giving her a piece of her mind.
"I hate to tell you this," Susan told her, "but you have become a cynic. You're just a bundle of negative static."
That really got to Gloria.
"After all I've done for you."
She hung up. Susan laughed to herself. What exactly had Gloria done for her? Sure, she'd introduced her to some worthless characters. She had told her to let her moral guard slip. And in the process of trying to give her a bird's-eye view on the sunny side of life, she had given her a case of the jitters. For now Susan was so nervous that she had to take sleeping pills to get to sleep.
She contacted one dating bureau that sounded sensible. The ad said that if you were bored with the bars and wanted to find a meaningful relationship with somebody, that the club offered opportunities.
Susan made an appointment to talk to the woman at the club the following day. Going to the social club was a difficult thing for her. The woman who met her, however, was warm and friendly.
"My name is Miss Green," she told Susan, "and I'm here to help. Anything that I can do I will certainly do. I know what it's like to be lonely. Now I'm happy."
"That's nice, Miss Green," Gloria told her. "I'm glad that you are happy."
Miss Green continued.
"Yes Sharon and I have a good life," she told her. "Now what are you looking for?" Susan was so stunned by the startling revelation that Miss Green was a lesbian that she barely knew what to say next.
"We can introduce you to man, woman or beast," Miss Green grinned.
"Your club certainly covers the waterfront," Susan nodded nervously.
"You might say that," she assured her.
Miss Green had a good laugh and then she got down to the business at hand.
"We want you to be happy, dear," she told her, "and we think our club can make this possible. Tell me now, what you're hunting for."
"I want a good-looking man who's well fixed," she told her.
"What a sensible request," Miss Green quipped quickly. "I have girls who come in here all the time who are looking for a good-looking man who's well hung. I think that is just disgusting."
She couldn't have agreed with Miss Green more. Miss Green got out the photo Hie and began showing Susan the pictures.
"He looks like an interesting man," she said as Miss Green showed her a picture of a dark-haired, even-featured young man.
The penetrating brown eyes were what attracted her the most.
"Yes, this is Rick," she told her. "I think you'd enjoy him."
"What does Rick do for a living?"
"Do you really want to know?" Miss Green laughed.
"Certainly," Susan insisted.
"He's a professional gambler," she revealed, "and he specializes in bilking older women with money. However, in his free time he likes to meet young chicks who want to swing or shack up with him."
For a long moment Susan was stunned.
"I don't think that sounds very stable or reputable," she told her.
"Honey, if you're looking for perfection," Miss Green shrugged, "you're not gonna find it here. I'll bet if we looked into your past we could rattle some skeletons in your closet. Am I right?"
"Let's not talk about me," Susan snapped indignantly. "Let's talk about Rick. Maybe I could reform him. Somebody has to straighten him out."
Shaking her head grimly, Miss Green chided her.
"Haven't you learned, honey, that you can't change anybody? People are what they are. Accept that fact and you'll be happy. If you run around thinking you can change people, you're going to be grimly surprised. You can't change anybody."
It bothered Susan to have Miss Green be so blunt. However, it didn't dissuade her from her optimistic approach to Rick and his gambling proclivities.
"I'd like to meet this character," Susan insisted.
"You're the boss, darling," Miss Green said as she got on the phone.
"Rick," she began, "I have a lovely young lady here who'd like to meet you."
"Yes, yes, yes."
Apparently things were going quite well from the way Miss Green was responding.
"You'd like to meet her? I'll see if I can fit it into her schedule. Just a moment, please."
"Rick would like to take you to dinner tonight, dear," Miss Green told her.
"Yes, I'm available," Susan told her.
"She's available," Miss Green repeated.
And so it was at eight o'clock that evening Rick called for Susan at her apartment. When she opened the door and looked up at his penetrating brown eyes and admired him for his physical appearance and his handsome clothes, she knew she had made a correct decision.
"Pleased to meet you, Rick," she began.
"Glad to meet you, too," Rick said firmly.
It didn't take him long to find out all about Susan. Over cocktails before a gourmet meal, he got very well acquainted with her indeed.
"I need the diversion of a simple sweet girl now and then," Rick explained. "I get tired of being a gambler. It's a hard life, honey. One day everything is up and the next day it's down. I have to do some awful things to pay off my debts."
"Perhaps if you would give up gambling," Susan suggested, "you wouldn't have so many downs."
"But it's part of me," Rick explained. "If I couldn't gamble, I wouldn't feel as though I was living."
It was obvious to Susan that Rick meant what he was saying.
"Rick," she suggested quickly, "I really dig you. I dig you a lot."
Rick had become so attracted to her that he could hardly control himself.
"Baby," he told her, "you know I really would like to go to bed with you. But I'm not gonna ask you tonight. You would think I was too forward."
"I certainly would," Susan responded, "and I'm glad that you have the good sense not to suggest it."
More and more as he spoke Susan was becoming attracted to him and found herself wanting to go to bed with him.
"It's a good thing one of us has some control," Rick assured her, "or I might go out of my mind if I had you in bed. I can just imagine what it would be like to have sex with you."
Susan found herself so overcome by what he was saying that she couldn't resist him.
"All right," she nodded, "if you want to go back to the apartment and talk with me awhile, you can."
Once they were in the apartment together, Rick told her what he admired about her the most.
"It's your body," he told her. "I've taken out these wrinkled, older women. I'm tired of making it with prune faces."
"But you don't have to do that," she shook her head.
"If I'm going to continue living according to my lifestyle, I must," he said sadly.
"Give it all up, Rick," she urged him. "You can find happiness."
Suddenly Rick's arms were around her. His lips pressed against hers.
"Baby," he whispered, "I want you. You've got me so aroused now I can hardly stand it."
It was true, Rick was becoming tremendously aroused. Susan took her hand and placed it on his crotch. She could feel through his pants the huge, long cock.
"I'm telling you the truth," he insisted. "And you can feel for yourself. I've got a hard-on."
It was strange, but Susan felt a sudden urge to do for him what she had told him he must not do. Slowly she let her fingers unzip him. Then reaching in his shorts she fumbled around as she found his huge, thick penis. She pulled it out and began stroking.
"Pull on it," he told her. "Ohhh, baby, it's beautiful when you jerk me."
Finally she dropped to her knees before him. His legs were parted as she started bending over. She felt his hand gently gripping her forehead as he guided her down over his manhood.
"I want you to lick my pecker," he begged her. "Go ahead, honey, lick my cock."
She was giving him just the type of excitement he needed.
"Beautiful," he whispered. "That's what I want you to do. Ohhh, wow! Suck me. Suck me."
She was making loud suck sounds which thrilled him.
"Yes, baby, yes," he void her, "that what I want you to do. Suck on my dick stick."
She was so excited at this point that she could hardly stand it. Her head bobbed up and down on his thick, long penis.
"I want you to blow it," he told her.
His hands gripped her forehead and his fingers moved in her silky hair as he felt her magnificent mouth going up and down on him.
"Eat me," he told her anxiously. "Suck me, baby. Eat my cock."
She was enjoying it now and so was he.
"Suck it off," he ordered her. "That's the way to do it. Come on, baby, suck it off."
It wasn't going to be much longer now she knew.
"Yes, yes," he cried earnestly, "that's what I like. Keep your mouth moving."
She was doing her best to ignite his passion to a pitch.
"That's the way," he told her. "Lick it. Don't be afraid."
She knew that his sperm would splash in her mouth if she didn't pull off swiftly. She wanted to experience many things while he had the first erection of the evening. Sliding off him she told him what she wanted.
"I want to feel your manhood in my pussy," she told him. "I want to pump up and down a few times. Then I will lick it off quick."
"Work yourself off," he told her, "and then you can lick your juice off my cock."
It was true. Rick did have a lot of unusual ideas.
"I never met a man who could think of so many unique ways of doing it," she confessed.
"That's why you're lucky to meet me," he told her.
Indeed she was lucky. For she was more than ever willing to accommodate him in any way she knew how.
"Now, baby," he told her, "just get set."
He began undressing. She enjoyed watching him take off his clothes. He had a magnificent physique. He had broad shoulders, a trim waist, and a firm stomach. His legs were muscular. She slid out of her garments and Rick was equally pleased. He enjoyed the sight of her rigid red nipples and her well-shaped bosoms. He glanced down to her beautiful legs and patted her curvaceous ass cheeks.
"You're right on," he told her.
Sitting in a chair now, he let her slid down over him. She brushed her big bosoms back and forth across his chest. Rick's hands reached down to grip her behind. She felt him fingering her asshole while she was pumping her pussy up and down on his throbbing male member.
"Yes, yes," he told her, "that's what I want you to do. Oh, baby, you're beautiful."
Now he was getting ready. He was controlling himself so she would cum first. She used his thick, long penis to push back and forth across her clit. When she was totally aroused she did cum. Withdrawing his finger from her asshole he cupped her ass cheeks.
"Baby," he whispered, "you're beautiful."
Now he was ready. He knew what he had to do. He leaned back and watched her as she sucked her pussy juice off his penis.
"Lick my dick," he whispered enticingly. "That's what I want you to do. Beautiful, baby. Now you're sucking. Just like that. Keep sucking me."
She was happy to accommodate him. She enjoyed the erotic sensation of his slippery cock jabbing into her mouth. She could feel the tip of his male member as it caressed the back of her throat.
"Suck it off," he told her. "Suck, baby. I'll shoot you my load." Rick threw his head from side to side as he reached down to grip her head and guided her. She was sucking smoothly now.
"Come on, cock eater," he told her. "That's what I want you to do."
She was accommodating his peculiar lust in a most erotic manner. Suddenly, he was exploding. She gripped his penis tightly, squeezing it firmly as she ate him.
"Eat me," he insisted. That's the way. Oh, baby, suck it off. Now you're doing it."
She was more than happy to give him what he required.
"Yes, baby, yes," he whispered, "that's the way I want you to do it. Suck every drop of it."
His hot juice stimulated and aroused her. She was glad to devour him.
"Baby," she whispered, "that tasted so good."
She was pleased to observe that Rick still had a hard-on. Apparently he was an oversexed man. She knew she needed someone like this to accommodate her.
"Baby," she whispered anxiously, "you and I were made for each other. I'm oversexed."
"So am I," Rick smiled, his eyes lighting up. "That's my problem. I can never get a girl who likes to fuck as many times as I do."
Getting to his feet, he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.
"Honey, I want to fuck your ass. I hope you don't mind."
She threw her head back and laughed.
"Mind?" she smiled. "I'd be disappointed if you didn't ask."
She told him where the jar of Vaseline was. When Rick got it he applied a thick layer of Vaseline to his manhood.
"Now I'm ready," he smiled at her. "And you are gonna get fucked real good."
Susan looked at him anxiously.
"Which way do you want me to be?"
"I would like your ass propped up on pillows while you lie on your back," he explained. "That way I can finger your snatch and play with your tits. But above all, Susan, I like to look at your eyes when you are experiencing your sex thrills."
She smiled at him.
"Certainly, baby. I do want you to enjoy it."
She placed some pillows under her buttocks. Then spreading her legs she waited for him to do the rest. Rick did not take long. He knew what he wanted to do. Carefully guiding his manhood into her asshole, he suddenly plunged in hard.
"Fuck it, baby," he told her, "and fuck it good."
With a hard, jabbing cock stab, he rode into her.
"Yes," he told her, "that's how you do it. Twist your ass around."
She gently ground her hips in an undulating motion as Rick's slippery cock plunged forward.
"Beautiful," he whispered. "You're right on, baby. I like to fuck a chick who knows how to take it up her asshole."
At this point Rick's hot hands were doing erotic things with her bosoms. He was gripping the firm, ripe breasts. He was pinching the nipples.
"Ohhh, baby," he whispered enticingly, "that's what I want. Fuck it. Come on, baby, fuck it."
With a hard, driving cock jab he was riding into her. She thrilled to this erotic sensation.
"That's the way to do it," he told her. "Now you're fucking. Come on, baby, fuck it. Fuck!"
Vigorously he was giving it to her. He was pleased with her response.
"You're right on," he whispered. "Just keep your tail moving."
She was controlling the movements of her ass. For she wanted to make his passion last. Realizing that if she twisted too fast she would get his gun off before his time, she slowed up the tempo of her hips movements. Gyrating slowly now, she could feel him fingering her. It did feel fantastic to have his fingers gently caressing her mound this way.
"Yes, baby, yes," she whispered, "I love it when you play with me like that."
Rick was thoroughly enjoying what he was doing. He liked her response.
"Come on, baby," he whispered, "cooperate with me. When I jab it into you, twist around. That's it. Do it just like that."
As Rick rode in one direction, she twisted around the other way. She found that she could enjoy it much more this way, too.
"I like that," she whispered excitedly. "Yes, Rick. Give it to me. Stick it up my tight asshole. I want it."
Responding to her request, Rick rode his Vaseline-coated cock right up her ass all the way. His hairy, swelling balls slapped against her bare bottom as he plunged in ruthlessly.
When she felt his fingers manipulating her clit, she knew that she was about there.
"This is it," she panted as she pumped forward. "I'm cumming. Ohhh, Rick, I'm cumming.", "So am I, baby," Rick gasped as he shot his wad in a fiery blast.
Their love juices joined in one hot spray.
When he had finished screwing her, he slowly eased himself out of her.
"Baby," he whispered, "I thank you."
Rick was such a gentleman. As he pulled his fingers from her pussy and his cock out of her asshole he got to his feet and walked over to his pants. He took out a package of cigarettes. He lit one for himself and asked her if she wanted one.
"No thanks," she smiled.
As Rick sat there, he began asking her more questions that bothered her.
"What do you do for a living?" he finally blurted.
"I work as a secretary," she responded.
"The legit kind?" he asked her point blank.
"Of course," Susan responded. "What kind of a girl do you think I am?"
"I was just curious to find out," he laughed.
Finally he asked her for a drink. When he got stoned he began speaking more bluntly.
"You and I could team up," he told her, "and we could make a mint."
"How, Rick?" she asked, suspicious of his motives now.
"There are a lot of old geezers who have a lot of money," he told her, "and you could entice them to bed. While you're screwing them I could rob them."
Susan did not want to leave a shadow of a doubt in Rick's mind about her character.
"I don't believe in stealing," she shook her head, "and you aren't much of a man. You're nothing but a cheap gigolo."
"Ah, stop it," he told her. "You're a high-class hustler. You're looking for a man to give you a license. Sure, you part your legs for a price. Won't they all? Well, how am I gonna get the money if I don't have some help?"
"You might find a job, Rick," she told him. "Or didn't anything that uplifting ever occur to you?"
Rick didn't say another word. He got dressed and got out of there and left her alone.
The next day she called up Miss Green and complained.
"I didn't give you a hundred and fifty dollars to introduce me to a common thief," Susan snapped.
"What happened?" Miss Green asked innocently. "That worthless gigolo," she explained, "he wanted me to join up with him. Wanted me to hustle old men so he could rob them."
"Grim," Miss Green shook her head. "He is really gross. Honey, why don't you come over and have dinner with Sharon and me tonight?"
"Look, Miss Green," Susan shrieked, "you and Sharon can go to hell. I'm gonna go straight."
After that Susan did go straight. She was sick and tired of using people and being used. Even though she didn't see much of Gloria, she didn't miss her. She did finally find herself a man who she was certain would provide a better life for her.
However, at the moment she suggested marriage, he told her he was already married.
"Damn it, can't you trust anyone?" Susan shook her head sadly as tears rolled down her cheeks.