Chapter 6
"The no-good, rotten, fucking son of a bitch!" Iris Hadley stormed.
It was a quarter to one in the morning and Manny Morris hadn't shown up for their rendezvous. She was sure he'd be pissing his pants in his hurry to get over to her place on time-and she wished he had.
He didn't seem like much of a man, but at least he had a cock in his pants. He'd proved it by coming in his pants just looking at her out on the patio that afternoon. It also proved that he had the hots for her.
So where the fuck was he?
She kept glancing out the window, past the drawn draperies onto the silent patio. She was totally nude and raring to go. The prospect of having a cock working up her pussy and/or ass-a real cock, not the dildos she was using-really made her excited. She'd lain in bed and masturbated all evening just thinking about it. She had been hoping Manny would turn out to have a big cock and that he wouldn't just stick it up her hot pussy and let loose-she wanted it to last and last and last! She even had some tools in her drawer that would help him-sexual aids for failing cocks. There was nothing worse than having a cock go limp when you needed it stiff, hard and ready to keep going.
Iris glanced at her clock and swore again. She peered around the edge of her drapes in growing irritation-and noticed what she thought was movement outside on the patio. She gasped. It was Manny Morris coming out of apartment 16. For a moment the significance of that didn't register. Apartment 16 was vacant-why would he be in there?
She studied him as he tried the door to the apartment he had just left as if to make sure it was locked. When he turned toward the light, she saw his face-tired but contented. And he was tugging at his zippered pants to make sure he hadn't forgotten that!
"The bastard!" she raved. "He was in there screwing somebody else, when he could've had me!"
She felt anger and humiliation welling up within her, but worse than that was the gnawing ache of disappointed anticipation she'd felt all evening waiting for the moment when his male cock would invade her body. She was all built up with no place to go-except back in the bedroom with her vibrator or into the bath with her enema bag.
"No, damn it!" she said determinedly. "I'm going to have me a man!"
Hurriedly she dressed in a skirt and blouse, not bothering with underwear. High heels completed her outfit. Turning out all the lights in her apartment, she eased open the front door and looked out. All was silent out there. The pool rippled quietly before a slight breeze, reflecting shimmering lights from among the potted plants scattered about.
Iris slipped out through the small opening she'd left for herself and closed the door carefully behind her, walking across the lighted patio on tiptoe, so her heels wouldn't click on the concrete. When she'd gone through the wrought iron gates and was on the street, she breathed a sigh of relief and increased her speed, not pausing until she was a half block away from the apartment house.
There was a bar a few blocks away, which she knew would be open until two o'clock. Iris was sure she wouldn't have any trouble picking up a guy in there who would be more than willing to screw her. She licked her lips in anticipation of this delightful experience and walked faster.
The bar was open and its dim interior was filled with a handful of people, mostly men. Walking down the length of the bar, Iris perched on a stool and ordered a martini. A jukebox was playing a romantic ballad as she crossed her legs, squeezing them tightly together, sighing softly as wonderful sensations shot through her. She shuddered pleasantly, with her eyes slitted; when she opened her eyes wide, she was used to the dimness and saw a man a short distance away who was smiling at her.
She smiled back at him, picked up her cocktail glass and ran her tongue tantalizingly along the wet rim. The man got off his stool and strolled down the bar toward her. He was in his early thirties, she guessed, with a wealth of wavy brown hair and a pleasant enough face.
"Hello there," he said cheerfully.
"Hello, yourself," she replied.
"I've never seen you in here before," he said.
"I've never been in here before."
"Mind if I join you?"
Iris indicated a bar stool beside her. "Be my guest."
She felt a thrill at finding this new acquaintance who obviously had sexual things on his mind. He was staring at her blouse, at the way the bare nipples poked against the cloth. His eyes feasted on her bare legs, the thigh that was outlined under the skirt. Even so, it annoyed her that they had to go through these dumb preliminaries. She wanted to reach out and put her hand in his lap.
"What's your pleasure?" he asked, meaning her drink.
"My pleasure," she said, "is sex."
He raised an eyebrow, then laughed. "For how much?"
It was her turn to laugh. He thought she was a prostitute. Well, it wasn't such a bad idea. She'd often thought that she should be able to earn plenty from doing the thing she liked best to do-screwing. But it was too risky. Besides, she'd rather give it away than sell it any day or night.
"For free," she told him.
"Well, the price is right," he said. "What say we go to my place right now."
"Okay, but there's one catch." She reached down, fondling his penis through the front of his pants. She picked the olive out of her martini and held it under his nose. "You've got to lick this olive out of my asshole with your tongue before you do anything else!"
He stared at her for a moment, then burst out into renewed laughter. "You're a nut," he said, "A complete nut."
"Is it yes or no?" she insisted.
"If it's no, then what?"
"I find someone else."
She wasn't sure that was true. She didn't have much time to find someone else. However, it struck target.
"Then it's yes," he said.
She slid off the stool, aware that her skirt lifted up high enough for him to see her naked crotch. "Then let's go," she suggested as she dropped the olive into her blouse pocket.
They went out of the bar and climbed into the stranger's late-model car. On the short drive to his apartment, Iris snuggled up to him and rubbed her hands over his receptive crotch, which obligingly bulged and grew stiff under her practiced fingers. He put his arm around her shoulders and squeezed her breasts.
"Hey," she warned, "be careful you don't crush my olive!"
He thought that was hilarious. So did she and she laughed happily. In a few minutes she'd be in the arms of a man-both of them naked-doing things that would send her libido shooting sky high.
The stranger swung his car into a carport off the street and parked. Eagerly they rushed up some stairs to a door on the second floor. He keyed the lock and they went in. No sooner had the door closed than he pulled her close to him and kissed her passionately on the lips, moaning his delight as she ground her hot loins against his male body.
"Oh, baby," he moaned, "you're beautiful. You oughta be in the movies."
She smiled at that. If she won the Miss Derriere contest, she would be in movies. But, of course, she wasn't about to tell this man that. He was a stranger, a hot screw for now and she'd never see him again. She didn't even know his name.
She frowned at that. It didn't seem right screwing someone whose name you didn't know. "What's your name?" she asked him.
"Tom," he said. "Yours?"
"Iris."
"A pretty name," he said.
His tongue licked her lips, then darted past into her mouth, while his hands roamed all over her body, over her squirming buttocks, up the small of her back, over her thighs, upward to her breasts.
"You've got me so hot I can't stand still," he moaned.
"Me, too, Tom," she murmured. "Tell me what you want to do to me."
"I want to fuck you," he said.
"And what else?"
"Everything else."
"Tell me."
"I want to suck your tits and lick your beautiful hot cunt. I want to shove my dick up your snatch."
He fumbled open the buttons of her blouse. When her ample breasts came into view, he lowered his head and greedily kissed and sucked them, one after the other. His free hand unzipped her zipper, pushed the skirt down around her legs.
"Let's-let's go into the bedroom," he muttered hoarsely.
Iris was agreeable to that. Running ahead of him into the bedroom, she flopped naked on the bed even before he turned on the lights. He grinned at her obvious anxiousness, but she knew he was just as anxious; the bulge in the front of his pants testified to that.
He pulled off his clothing and underwear and threw them on a nearby chair. For a moment he stood there by the bed, looking down at her. The admiration was mutual. Iris gazed at him with passion-slitted eyes. He had a muscular, hairy body. Out of a jungle growth of dark pubic hair sprouted a cock that was long and thick, with red veins standing out along its stiff, throbbing length. It was a cock she wanted in her pussy.
But first-
He lay down beside her and reached out.
"Wait," she said. "Remember your promise to me."
She held the tiny olive between her fingers so he could see it.
He laughed. "I thought you were just kidding."
"I meant it then and I mean it now," she said seriously.
"Oh, come on," he said, pulling her close to him. "Let's fuck."
She shook her head and moved her lips from him. "Sure, but first you'll keep your promise to me. Or else-"
"Or else?"
"Or else I'll get up right now and leave and we won't do anything."
He stared at her for a moment. Iris didn't know herself if she'd leave just then. She was too worked up, too sexually aroused, to willingly leave a stiff male cock that was ready, willing and able to give her a good time. But she wanted the other, too and her gamble paid off.
"Okay," he said with a grin. "You put it in your asshole and I'll lick it out."
Eagerly, Iris lay on her back and spread her legs wide. She put a pillow under her buttocks to raise them from the bed. Then she took the olive and eased it into the opening. Inserting it was no problem. She'd done it before with dildos, enema tubes, pickles, bananas and candlesticks, so an olive was easy.
Tom moved around into position between her legs and stared at her crotch. "I've sucked things out of girls' cunts before, but this'll be a new one on me."
"You'll be a richer man for the experience," Iris told him.
He sighed and bent to his task. She held her breath and tensed expectantly as his face disappeared from view and only his bobbing brown hair was visible to her. But she felt what he was doing. His tongue snaked out over the insides of her thighs, licking the tender flesh with swift, sure strokes. He worked his way slowly over to her pussy; she felt his fingers part the delicate folds of moist flesh an instant before his tongue dipped into the opening with such force she almost screamed with pleasure.
"The olive," she murmured. "Get the olive!"
He didn't answer her with words. Instead, his tongue licked downward and around the rim of her asshole, searching for the elusive prey.
Iris closed her eyes and lifted her butt slightly to meet the thrust of his inquisitive tongue. She had placed the olive deep inside her asshole and she could feel it nestled snugly there as his tongue delved into the opening in search of it. The tongue swirled and probed, trying to dislodge it, but her practiced sphincter muscles tightened, holding it fast. She didn't want to give up the olive too easily; she enjoyed analingus performed on her and wanted it to last.
She clutched her breasts and rolled the nipples between her fingers. His wavy hair was damp and coarse and strands of it were tickling the lips of her pussy as his nose nuzzled her crotch and his tongue worked feverishly in and out of her asshole.
She moaned, suddenly very close to orgasm. She gasped in lungs full of air, her heart pounding madly against her rib cage. Her body seemed hot and cold at the same time as she began trembling from head to toe. Her orgasm came with such intensity the bed shook under her.
Iris relaxed with a sigh as Tom quickly darted his tongue deep into her asshole and rolled out the squashed olive to a point where he could take it between his teeth. Holding it there, he raised his head so she could see it, then let it slide into his mouth.
"Mmmm, delicious," he said, chewing it. "Best olive I ever tasted."
"And non-fattening, too," she said. She held out her arms to him. "Are you ready for the main course now?"
He crawled up over her and settled his weight on her body. "What do you think?"
She felt the tip of his cock probing her pussy and knew the answer. She reached down between their close bodies, took hold of his throbbing flesh and guided it toward her opening. With her free hand she spread her lips wide so the knob of his cock would have easy entry. Releasing it, she sighed as the full length of it slid easily into her all the way to his tight testicles.
"Mmmm, you've got a beautiful cock, Tom," she murmured.
"You've got a great pussy to go with it," he said hoarsely, sliding his cock in and out with swift, sure strokes.
"You like my asshole, too, Tom?"
He squeezed her breasts and kissed her full on the mouth. "I like everything about you, Iris."
She hesitated. She'd been about to ask him to fuck her in the ass, but she decided against it. She'd get enough of that with the three judges of the Miss Derriere contest. In fact, if she played her cards right, she'd have them all at once. She'd seen a picture where one guy was fucking a girl in the ass, another was licking her pussy and the third was shoving his cock in her mouth. Iris had dreamed of trying that. Afterward, if they wanted to, she'd let them all fuck her in the ass if that's what really turned them on. She'd prove to all three judges at the same time that she was the logical person to award the title to-and the movie contract that went with it.
But right now, to satisfy her personal needs, she clamped her legs behind Tom's back, held him close with her arms, raking her swollen nipples across his naked chest. She rocked and rolled beneath his thrusting body, lifted her hips, gyrated her butt against him until his face was red, his breath was coming in gasps. He looked like he was going to explode.
That's what she wanted from him-she wanted him to explode deep in her pussy. She wanted to feel his hot liquid splashing all over her insides-to explode right along with him.
She was ready. Iris was always ready. She'd just come a moment ago, but the sensation of his thick cock in her juicy pussy, rubbing her clit back and forth with each plunge of his male body, was getting to her again.
He screwed great-probably a lot better than Manny Morris!
She gasped as the fury of his thrusts into her became more violent. Her shoulders hurt as his fingers grasped them with such intensity his knuckles grew white against her skin. As she felt his body begin shuddering, she concentrated on that portion of her crotch where his cock slid in and out of her pussy. She clutched him tighter and mashed her lips against his mouth, sending her tongue sliding past his lips into the warm wet cavity, matching each thrust of his cock into her with a thrust of her tongue into his mouth.
Tom cried out in ecstasy and his body stiffened against her. Iris opened her legs and pumped her crotch spasmodically against his throbbing penis and felt the liquid spurt inside her. She let out a long moan as her own orgasm came tumbling after in a series of spasms that wracked her body and left it drenched with hot sweat.
Afterwards, Tom lit them cigarettes and they lay there smoking, not talking. She wished she could spend the night with him, making love until morning-all kinds of love, genital, vaginal, anal, oral, the works. But she knew she had to get back to her apartment. If Miss Cramer ever discovered she'd sneaked out like this, there'd be hell to pay. She might even arrange it so Iris was disqualified from the contest.
She got up from the bed and dressed quickly.
"You have to go?" he said, surprised.
"Yes."
"When will I see you again?"
"I don't know. Do you want to see me again?"
"Of course. Soon-and often."
She smiled. "We'll see. Can you give me a ride back?" He nodded, got up and dressed.
In the car they were silent as they drove back to the bar.
"Sure I can't give you a ride home?"
She shook her head. "I can make it fine from here."
"You don't want me to know where you live, obviously," he said. "An irate husband?"
"I'm not married."
"But-"
"No questions. Please." She kissed him warmly on the lips and drew away as he reached to fondle her breasts. "Goodnight."
She got out of the car, slammed the door, waiting until he drove off. Then she started back toward her apartment.
Tom had seemed like a nice guy, but she didn't want to get involved. She could never be satisfied with one guy, no matter how good a cocksman he might be. Besides, she had her career to think of.
She made it safely into her apartment without making a sound, undressed, climbed into bed-and, with a smile on her lips, dreamed of a male tongue licking an olive out of her asshole.