Chapter 17
The following day, Vic arrived early in the afternoon with Harriet.
"We thought we'd get in a quick bang," he said. "Harriet has an assignment over at the beach."
"I even brought my bikini along for the occasion," Harriet winked.
Harriet stepped out of the slacks she wore. She revealed her stunning red bikini bottoms she wore. As she unbuttoned her blouse and removed it as well, she strutted proudly before me in her bikini.
"How do you like my body, honey?" she enticed me.
"It's very beautiful."
"I want you to go down on her," Vic said. "Run your tongue inside her snatch, honey."
I climbed out of my dress, then my panties and bra. I watched as lovely Harriet removed her bikini with several deft twists of her wrist. It didn't take long, after which she was twisting her lovely body in the middle of the bed.
"I'm doing my best to turn you on," she said.
All the while, Vic also was undressing. Once that he removed everything, he started jerking on this cock as he watched Harriet.
Lovely Harriet reached out with her right hand, permitting her fingers to slide over her pussy. She kept it up until I could see the dampness starting to form in her lovely snatch.
"Go down on her," Vic said. "Time's precious, baby. She has to get to this assignment, but I wanted to get her in the proper frame of mind. I wanted to boost her morale."
"This will really do it," Harriet smiled. "Go ahead, baby. Run your tongue over my snatch. Come on and eat out my box, darling. Oh, I want it, baby, I really want it from you."
I dropped my head between her legs. She looked at me with willful determination. She reached out and ran her fingers soothingly through my hair as I set my tongue to work inside her mound.
White great speed, I initiated my sucking pace. Back and forth I relentlessly turned my tongue loose, sliding it inside her pussy.
"Oh, yeah, now you're doing it," she nodded. "Drive your tongue inside my mound, baby. Oh, I want you to bring me off, I know you're gonna do it, sweetheart. Oh, drive your tongue. Slide it, baby. Oh, put it to work, darling. Suck me, baby. Oh, suck my pussy. Drive your tongue. I want it, darling. Yes, I want to shoot my juices inside your mouth."
While I sucked her mound with wild determination, Vic got into the act. He got down on his knees behind me, then ran his fingers around my buttocks. I bad a hunch what was coming. While I sucked out my lover's box, I figured that Vic would direct his cock efforts toward my asshole.
I turned out to be absolutely correct in my judgment. The next thing I knew, I could feel the sharp, stabbing thrusts of his cock inside my anus. He stung like hell. After all, he was putting everything he had into every sturdy movement, driving his hard, sharp cock deep into my asshole.
"Ah, this is nice," he said. "Baby, ah, what an ass you've got. Keep your tongue inside Harriet's mound. Bury it in her box. You're a good pussy sucker, darling. Keep up the sucking."
All the while, Harriet kept purring like a contented kitten. She enjoyed the jolting tongue stabs that she received from me."
"Keep it going," Harriet called out, "oh, bring me off, my dear. I need it so bad, Oh, give me a nice suck. Oh, suck me good, sweetheart. Oh, baby, this is gonna be nice. Oh, it's so good. Suck me, baby."
Her body kept twisting and turning as I kept working my tongue inside her box. Pretty soon she exploded, and as she did, while I devoured her juice droplets, I kept receiving the stiff jolts from Vic.
About the time that I turned my tongue loose from Harriet's pussy, she called out a message to Vic.
"Go ahead, baby, finish your ass fuck," she said. "Drive your cock inside her asshole."
Vic ground his steely cock forward several more times, after which his body began to suddenly tremble.
"Here I go," he gasped, "oh, I'm shooting. The hot juices are spraying. This is nice, oh, I really dig this. Oh, beautiful, oh, baby, honey, this I love."
He slapped at my ass cheeks as the torrent of hot white liquid spilled from the end of his peter.
"Ah, beautiful," he said. "Now I can take you to your assignment, sweetheart."
Quickly they dressed, leaving just as rapidly as they had arrived.
"Sorry we can't stick around to have a drink," Vic said. "Thanks, darling, and see you later."
"We'll have lunch one of these days," Harriet threw me a kiss as she walked toward the door.
"It seems as if I bad lunch," I smiled.
"I mean the other kind of lunch. Oh, I could have lunch with you that way any time. I'm just sorry I didn't have a chance to eat your box today, darling."
"So am I."
Once that they left, I threw myself into the nearest sofa and began to think about the dilemma of which I was a part. It was downright crazy. Every time that Vic wanted to get his rocks off, no matter how he wanted it to occur, or any time that he wanted some entertainment at my expense, he could be expected to show up. But of course, I had to look at it his way as well. He was keeping me going. He supplied me with a place, plenty of clothes, and even a car. But something was lacking. Late that afternoon, Vic returned.
"Where's Harriet?" I asked.
"Oh, she and a cute little blonde model struck up quite an acquaintanceship. I suppose they're sixty-nining to their heart's content right now," he laughed.
"I suppose so," I replied.
"Speaking of sixty-nine, that's what I'd like to do with you right now," he said.
"You know, Vic. I've been thinking about what you were saying the other day. You said I was your shebitch. I can see why you'd say that. I have been available every time you wanted a fuck. And you've paid the price. You've gotten me a nice place, nice clothes, just about anything a girl could ask for. Except one thing. Love. I'm fed up, Vic. I want out."
"You don't really mean that," he shook his head almost in disbelief.
"I think it's best for both of us," I nodded firmly. "Furthermore, I'm determined to get out of modeling. I want to start a new life. Before it's too late. Before I get used to being a kept woman."
"You're out of your mind," Vic jumped up from his chair and exclaimed. "What the hell are you gonna do, sling hash somewhere as a short-order cook? Work as a waitress? Get pinched in the fanny? You don't have any skill."
"I can go to a secretarial school and learn. I don't know. I just know I'm getting fed up with this kind of life. I don't want to continue."
"You'll come to your senses. I'll leave you alone right now. We'll talk tomorrow."
"Vic, we can talk tomorrow, the next day, and the day after that. It won't change a thing. My mind is made up. I'm sorry. Thank you for what you've done for me, but I've got to establish a new life. I've got to establish it right now."
"My God, you're really serious about this," he said, shaking his head with dismay.
"I really am," I nodded firmly.
Vic left, a frustrated man. I only saw him two times after that. He tried his best to talk me out of my decision, but I wasn't about to budge.
Right now I'm working as a private secretary for a whole lot less money than I made in modeling. But now I have a measure of freedom, and command a good deal of respect from all the people in the office.
One of these days I'm convinced I'll meet the right man, get married, and settle down. Eventually I'll be, able to look back on my entire experience with Vic as a distant dream turned nightmare.