Chapter 3
Jack Lurton had taken a quick shower, shaved, put on his best new bathrobe and comfortable felt slippers, and was smoking a cigarette when the door-bell rang. He nearly dropped the cigarette onto the floor in his excitement to hurry to the buzzer to let his visitor in. The cabdriver had made quick time. It was under an hour since the cabdriver had dropped him off here on the South Side, then drove back to the North to pick up Amy and bring her back.
He lived on the fifth floor of a new high-rise building, and from his east bay window, he had an excellent view of Lake Michigan. It was a serene June night, the air was balmy, yet not too warm. He had turned on the air conditioner in the bedroom so that it would be nice and cool for fucking. He personally did not like overly warm weather because when two naked people got together, there was such a thing as perspiration which got in the way. But when it was cold or cool, then everything was crisp, and the softness and warmth of a woman's naked body was all the more enjoyable-at least in his book.
He opened the door now, and his eyes widened appreciatively. Amy, which was what the cab-driver had called her, was a most unexpected surprise, even if she was commercial. She couldn't be much more than twenty, she wore a tam-o'-shanter, a pretty blue cotton dress which fell demurely to her dimpled knees, which were sheathed in beige nylons. She had strap-on open-toe pumps, she wore black gloves and she carried a little handbag.
But that was just the first impression. When he took a second look, he felt his prick begin to throb against the fly of his shorts. She closed the door, and smiled infectiously at him, because he was still staring at her and his mouth was just a little agape.
"Good evening. Mr. Nurdling brought me-is that all right?"
"Very much all right, Amy. Come right in."
"I-I hate to start like this, but I guess I have to. Maybe Mr. Nurdling told you, I haven't been in the business too long. But I'm supposed to ask for the money."
She did it in such a charming, apologetic way that he wasn't in the least offended. "Sure thing." He had already put his wallet into the pocket of his bathrobe, and now he took it out, counted out three twenty-dollar bills and handed them to her. "That's for your cab fare, the extra. Maybe there'll be more," he said with a smile.
"You're awfully nice, Mr. Lurton. I hope you don't mind my calling you by your name, because after all you told the cabdriver that I was to ring your bell and I had to know your name for that."
"Of course not. You're a very sweet girl, but let me take your tarn. Didn't you bring a coat?"
"No. I'll probably go right back to my place in a cab afterwards. Besides, it's just a wonderful evening, isn't it?"
"It begins to look like one now, yes. Would you like a drink. Amy?"
"A very small one, and not too strong. I-I don't think it's a good idea to mix liquor and--well, business." Here, she blushed exquisitely. He was really enraptured.
He thought to himself of the difference between these two females whom he had encountered in the span of a few hours. Theodora Ames was of course socially so far above this sweet young Amy that no doubt she wouldn't even both to consider Amy's being alive. But he was willing to bet right now that Amy could give a man more loving, even if she was in the trade, than that haughty patrician prick-teaser.
She was about five feet four inches in height, and she had honey-gold hair cut in helmet style. Her face was sweet with a hint of mischievousness to it, as could be seen in the dancing gray-green eyes with golden flecks, the dainty little straight nose with widely flaring wings, and the pert, sweet mouth, as well as the dimple in the middle of her chin which came and went whenever she smiled. She had soft baby-pink skin, and what he could already see of her figure as it was hugged by the blue cotton dress -made him hornier than ever. She had upstandingly saucy round bottom cheeks, nice, rather long but delightfully curved thighs, saucy high-set calves. Her bubbies were high-perched and widely spaced, not too ripe or full, but nonetheless they looked very firm with every breath she took as they surged against the bodice of the dress.
"How would a gin and tonic be? It's just warm enough for that and it's not too strong," he suggested.
"Perfect. Thank you very much, Mr. Lurton."
"Call me Jack. I'll join you, if I may."
"This is a very lovely place. I haven't been to the South Side yet. As I said, I haven't been in this business very long."
"Then I won't ask the usual question how did a nice girl like you get into it, Amy. Come along into the kitchen, and help me mix the drinks. Tell me about yourself if you want to. I'm not the prying sort, but I do happen to be a pretty good advertising man, and advertising men are always looking for ideas," he said affably as he led the way into the kitchen.
A few minutes later he sipped his drink and watched her take a hesitant sip of hers. Then she beamed: "It's awfully good, thank you a lot."
"You're quite welcome, Amy."
"You know, Mr. Lurton, maybe I shouldn't say it, but, well, I wouldn't think a nice handsome fellow like you would have to-well-, pay to have a girl come visit him. I should think you could get all the girls you wanted. You're awfully good looking."
"That's the nicest compliment I've ever had," he chuckled. "But the fact is, Amy, if your friend the cabdriver told you anything at all about me, he certainly must have mentioned that the way it all came about was that I'd just taken a young lady home and I don't think she wants to see me again. So he got to feeling sorry for me, and the next thing I knew, your name was brought up and here you are. And I'm very glad I found that particular cabdriver, I can tell you that."
"You're awfully sweet. Anyhow, was she your regular girl friend?"
"I had hoped so, but I'm afraid I'm wrong. She's quite a rich girl, and she knows she's beautiful, and apparently she likes to lead a guy on and then say no at the critical moment."
"That's bad. Of course," Amy's lovely face shadowed for a moment, "sometimes a girl says no and means it, but the fellow wants to anyhow. That's why I left home-but I don't want to bore you about my troubles. I'm here to please you. And I think it's going to be very nice. You're not cranky and old, like my stepfather was."
"I think I get the picture. Either your mother died or she wasn't watching what was happening, and he tried to get you to go to bed with him," Jack Lurton hazarded.
The pretty honey-haired girl nodded, looked down at the floor, then took a quick swig of her drink, set the glass down on the kitchen table.
"That's about right. But let's not talk about that. Do you want to get comfy?"
"No hurry. You don't have any other dates for tonight, do you?"
"Uh uh, you're the only one."
"Well, I feel in need of cheering up, so it's quite likely that I might just want you to stay all night-now before you say anything, of course I'd pay you more, that's understood."
"You're very thoughtful, Mr. Lurton. I'm going to try to be specially nice to you." She took his hand and led him out of the kitchen. "Want to go to the bedroom now or shall we just get acquainted on the couch in the living room for a while?"
"Just one more question and I promise it will be the last one. How did you learn these things, Amy? I mean, if you ran away from home and I suppose you were a virgin, how did it happen that you found all about this business?"
"I wasn't a virgin," she said simply as she led him to the couch and drew him down beside her. She put both her hands on his thigh and looked sweetly at him. "My stepfather knew that, because I'd had an affair with a nice boy who was about nineteen-and they drafted him and sent him to Viet Nam. For a while, I thought I was going to have a kid, but I'm glad it didn't work out that way. Jimmy-that was my boyfriend-is still alive, and he writes me every so often. Just the other day, I sent him a letter to the APO box number in San Francisco telling where I am-but of course not what I'm doing."
"I see." He liked the smell of her hair and the gentle perfume she had put on. It wasn't cheap and flashy. Here was a girl with class, and she was really a doll. His prick was starting to harden savagely now.
"Anyway, I tried to keep the secret about Jimmy, but I guess some nosy neighbor found out about it and told Vernon-that was my stepfather. So one night when Mom was over visiting a friend, he tried to take a strap to me and make me go to bed with him. I wouldn't, and he really whipped me. I didn't dare tell Mom, though I wanted to. So I just ran away the next time he tried it, which was only a couple of days later. I took a few hundred dollars he had in a wallet I knew he'd hidden where I could find it, and I just came here. So you see, like I said, I wasn't a good girl from the start, so I guess I knew about making fellows happy. I did meet a hooker, a really nice girl, and she steered me on what to do and how to take care of myself. I go to the doctor every week, that's a fact, and I'm clean, so you don't have to worry."
"That thought hadn't even entered my mind, dear. Yes, you are very sweet. But I hope there'll be a happy ending, I hope your Jimmy comes back to you."
"Well, we were both sort of young, and we'll see. But please, you aren't paying your good money just to hear my life story. I want to take off my dress so you can see what you're getting. May I?"
She was so charmingly naive and yet at the same time so thrillingly enticing that it was all he could do to restrain himself. So he just nodded without a word.
Amy smiled, rose from the couch, stooped and pulled up her dress and lofted it over her head and shoulders, then it dropped to the floor. His eyes widened, because all she had on was a black nylon bra and a pair of matching panties, and also a black satin-elastic and very narrow garter belt whose tabs clung to the tops of the beige nylons. The soft pink skin was made the more exciting by the glossy black undies, and he felt all his gism rise to the lips of his cock-head and demand expulsion as soon as possible.
"You really were stuck on that girl, weren't you. Mr. Lurton?"
"Make it Jack, please. When you say Mr. Lurton, it sounds as if I'm old enough to be your father, and I assure you I'm not."
"I'm sorry. Of course, Jack. But you were stuck on her, weren't you?"
"You might say that. What I'd really like to do right now-assuming you weren't here, of course, Amy-would be to take her over my knee and whale some sense into her bottom. I don't think she's ever had that done to her, and she's just a spoiled, stuck-up rich bitch, the worst kind there is for a man who really hopes he can get some loving."
"Would you like to spank me and pretend it's her, Jack?" she suddenly and startlingly asked in a soft, little-girl voice.
His face flamed. He hadn't really thought of that. But now that Amy herself had proposed it, it sounded like a terrific idea. On the other hand, the way he hated Theodora right now, he might just take it out on Amy a little too much, and this sweet kid didn't deserve that.
But she solved the problem quite simply and yet dramatically by moving round to his right, and then suddenly draping herself over his lap and along the couch, looking back at him as she clasped her hands together, and murmuring, "Go ahead and take my panties down and spank me hard, Daddy, I've been an awfully naughty girl. I've led you on and I've been naughty. I deserve a good hard one."
"But I don't want to hurt you, Amy."
"It'll hurt good, Jack. Jimmy used to spank me once in a while, and then we made up and it was just terrific. I wouldn't mind at all. You're nice. And I think you ought to have had better luck with her, whoever she is."
He was trembling now with lust. He put his fingers to the waistband of her panties, and Amy obligingly arched up her luscious ass so that he could husk them down to the middle of her thighs. The wonderfully rounded, succulent pink-sheened cheeks of her voluptuous young ass lay upturned and tempting over his lap, and the contrast of those black nylon panties and the thin line of the bandeau of the black nylon bra, together with the circling narrowness of the garter belt, intensified the wonderful warm tint of her soft satiny pink skin.
He put his left palm on the small of her back, then began to caress her luscious ass-cheeks with his right palm. Amy sighed and squirmed a little, glancing nervously back at him, her eyes very wide and somewhat humid. She looked exactly like a gamine, and there was something pert and provocative and very fresh about her. It was really hard to imagine that she was a whore. She had cute ways, and the language she used wasn't the coarse, cynical and contemptuous diction of the average hustler.
"Don't be afraid, spank me good," Amy murmured huskily, squirming a little so that her bottom cheeks seemed to arch up even more invitingly, as she clenched her thighs, to let him see the play of muscles along the lovely stockinged columns of thighs and supple, flexing calves. Suddenly, the vigorous urge to hurt, to make her cry, to make her beg for mercy, and promise to do anything for him, swept through him. It was indeed as if Theodora Ames were over his lap now instead of this young whore, and at the same moment he was still perceptive enough to appreciative Amy's sensitive and sympathetic understanding of his own urgent and personal needs. His right hand descended abruptly, with a loud smackk! The right summit of her magnificent naked ass was flattened a moment, and he could feel the resilient spring of the elastic, young, vibrant flesh. Also a bright pink splotch had superimposed itself over the satiny pink skin of that lovely bottom-globe.
Amy had sucked in her breath and lifted her face slightly upwards, though not uttering a sound. He bore down harder with his left palm, applied a smack to the other ass-cheek at its ripest curve, creating a pattern of parallel marks. Once again he heard a sharp intake of breath from the young girl, saw her head lift, and saw her fingers tighten as they clenched together even more nervously. But at the same time, she began very slowly and lasciviously to twist and weave her hips about, grinding them over his aching, rigid prick, maddening him with her allure.
Now his hand rose and fell fiercely and swiftly, and soon Amy wasn't able to hold back her gasps, then groans, and then suddenly sobbing, "Oww-oh Jack darling, I'll be a good girl-owwwohhh! Oh please, it hurts a lot, I'll be nice to you, I'll do anything you want, just tell me, but please stop spanking my poor bummy, please. Jack darling!"
He had given her about forty stinging slaps, and he marveled at her stoicism. Because it was about the last half of the spanking, he had actually envisioned Theodora Ames lying across his lap just this way, hearing her haughty voice break down from its chilly elegance and sobbingly implore mercy on his terms, not hers.
"I'm sorry as hell, honey, I got carried away. I'll make it up to you, don't worry," he said hoarsely.
"That's-that's all right, Jack. I-I sort of needed that. I have been naughty, I guess and maybe it did help you to get it out of your system about that girl you were telling me about. How would you like me to talk a little French to you?"
Before he could answer that, the lovely, scantily clad young blonde had squirmed off his lap and was now on her knees. Very gently and yet expertly, he thought, she opened his bathrobe and then the buttons of his shorts and drew out his violently swollen prick. Cuddling it between her palms, she bent her head to it, and he felt the soft graze of her lips, then felt her begin to blow little gusts of breath against the puckering lips of his prick, hard against all the pent up juices which Theodora Ames's prick-teasing had drawn to the violent surface of enervation.
When he thought he couldn't stand it any more, she suddenly popped his prickhead right into her mouth and began to suck slowly and softly, her fingertips playing delicately over the scrotum and the balls. Then they moved to his inner thighs, and by now he was almost dying with lust. Closing his eyes, clenching his teeth, he put his hands to the side of her head and panted, "Take it easy, take it easy, you'll draw me off right now, you sweet devil-I want to feel it right in that soft cunt of yours, Amy!"
"Oh no, let me do it this way first. That'll take your edge off, Jack, and then you can fuck me all you want. I like you a lot. Honest I do. And that spanking made me sort of sexy. Jimmy used to do that to me after the first couple of times he'd had me, when he thought I was being hard to get. It always worked," she suddenly giggled.
Fire raged through his body, and it was all he could do to keep from gushing out then and there. "All right, go on, but get ready any minute," he warned her in a shaking voice.
Once again her soft mouth took hold of his prickhead, and now she began to absorb all of his cock that she could get into her soft mouth, up against her palate, flicking her tongue here and there against the gnarled shaft and the narrow but deep circumcision groove. It was absolutely maddening. As he closed his eyes, he could see black-haired Theodora Ames kneeling before him, the marks of the whip on her shapely body, naked except for red high-heeled pumps, Frenching him and getting ready to do a complete blow job by swallowing every drop. That would humble her as a slave as nothing else would!
And the image together with Amy's expert and yet, ingenuously spontaneous technique, caused him suddenly to let out a bellow of ecstasy and to feel his body explode as his fingers sank into her shoulders to grip and hold her as lover-prisoner.
He could hear her sucking and swallowing, and he felt himself drained completely. It was the most ravishing sensation that he had ever known in all his life. No other girl had ever given him such a blow job as this one, and he felt inordinately grateful to her.
"Was that good for you, Jack honey?" she at last looked up.
"Words can't describe it, baby. You're something else!" he breathed.
"Let's go to the biffy and freshen up a bit, and then we can go to bed, all right," she softly proposed.
He felt himself weak and vitiated for a moment, as he forced himself to stand up. His prick was limp now, too, and yet he was at peace. He was looking forward to the rest of the night with luscious little Amy.
She led him by the hand into the bathroom, washed his cock and soaped it, dried it, and then reached behind her to remove her bra. She had already kicked off the panties which he had tugged down for the spanking, and so now all she had on was her garter belt, hose and open-toe pumps. The soft gourds of her titties invited his caresses, and his hands cupped them, his thumb-pads lovingly rubbing them till he could feel them grow flint-hard. "I like that, mmmm, that's awfully nice, Jack dear," she whispered.
Her arms went round him, and she mashed herself against him, till he could feel her lovely titties squashed against his panting chest. His hands moved down to squeeze and knead her flaming, quivering and palpitating asscheeks. And as he pressed her to him, he could feel her furry crotch grinding against his prick, rekindling all the fires she had so expertly quenched but a moment before.
With a groan of delight, he swung her up in his arms, bore her off to the bedroom as he might a bride. Laying her down on the bed, he tugged off shorts and undershirt, kicked off his slippers, and was sinewy and naked. With joy, he saw that his prick was once again hard and ready for the fray. Amy spread her thighs compliantly, holding up her arms to him. "I want you an awful lot," she whispered huskily. "It's going to be so good for both of now, you'll see, Jack dear."
And it was. The moment he felt himself press into that soft tight orifice, he could almost feel her cunt walls grinding and straining to hold him deep inside of her. When he was in her to the balls, the palpitations and vibrations of her sheath enthralled him. Putting his hands under her bottom and gripping the cheeks possessively, he began to fuck slowly, masterfully, stroking her with deliberate and full thrusts. Soon Amy began to gasp and moan and squirm, till at last she crossed her legs over his behind and dug her fingernails into his shoulders and pressed her mouth to his.
He had achieved what few men ever do: he had made a whore taste the sweet bliss of climax. And he never would have thought her to be such, not with the spontaneity, and imagination and the genuine love for lust which she displayed here in his bed. He couldn't help thinking of the difference between her and Theodora Ames. You could spend a thousand dollars on that bitch and get slapped for your pains, and here for about sixty bucks he had just bought himself two of the most glorious comes a man could ever experience.
"You're going to stay all night, baby, and I'm giving you an extra hundred bucks," he told her hoarsely as he lay beside her, fondling her titties with one hand while with the other he played with her pussylips.
He couldn't have known at this very moment
Theodora Ames had just received a long-distance phone call that was to change her life and reverse her role of dominatrix and leave her rather a terrified and uncertain and very vulnerable victim.