Chapter 5
Jean was still half asleep when she felt something hard between her legs. That something hard was invading her body, filling it up with male vigor. It was a cock!
She opened her eyes with a start. Pete was on top of her, and remembered where she was. She closed her eyes again and lay back, enjoying the way in which her woman-hole was so thoroughly plugged with his massive dick.
The previous morning, she had woken up with a woman next to her.
This is better, she thought, no doubt about it.
Pete started in slowly at first, but with really penetrating strokes. His cock was unusually thick and unusually long. When he shoved it in, it was the length that Jean was most concious of, because he put it in so deeply that she could feel the end of it press against the entrance to her womb. But when he pulled the cock back for the next stroke, it was the width she noticed, because his prick fit in her so tightly that on each backstroke there was a kind of suction that created the weird-and exciting-illusion that he might pull her pussy inside-out.
She felt the muscles in his back and thighs as he rammed the cock home again and again. Her body shook with the force of his strokes. Her pussy was awash with cunt-juice, which was a good thing, seeing how thick his dork was. Every stroke really pulled on her tender labia, rubbing them against her clit.
"Nnnn ... nghhhhhhh..., " she went as she felt how totally his prick was possessing and owning her.
Then, he started to spew come, filling her pussy up with sperm. He had had three ejaculations the night before, but his balls must have been working overtime during the last eight hours, because there wasn't any lack of the stuff now. He gushed and gushed and gushed, really filling her up. And she was coming good and hard too, every muscle in her body unwinding at once. It was a good way to wake up.
She got up and showered while he lay in bed. Then she went to the kitchen to make them breakfast.
While they were eating, he kept reaching his hand under the table to fondle her pussy. There was no doubt about it, Pete was strictly insatiable.
"You got a job?" he asked.
"Not at present."
"We'll have to fix that up," he said. "I don't like to have a lot of freeloading dames on my hands." He just assumed that she was going to live with him. And she realized as he said that that she had sort of assumed it too. She couldn't bear to think of having to do without him. He was the kind of "real man" she was sure now she had always really wanted. She just hadn't admitted the fact to herself.
'Tonight, I'll get you a job," he said. "What is it?"
"You'll see. Don't always ask questions."
She was curious, but didn't dare pursue the subject any farther. She also couldn't help wondering what he did for a living. His apartment was very expensive, he had a stereo system that must have cost about a thousand bucks or more, and yet he just sat around the apartment all day.
That evening, he said, "time for you to go to work."
He headed into the bedroom and opened the closet door. "What size are you?" he asked. She told him, wondering what he needed to know for.
"Okay," he said, "these'll do."
She looked and saw that he was holding some clothes in his hands. He gave them to her and she took her own clothing off. When she started to put the new clothes on, her mouth fell open with astonishment. She hadn't looked at them closely until now.
The first item was a skirt that stopped about two inches above the tops of her stockings. It was slit up one side almost to the waist, and was made of leather.
"I'll have to put on pantyhose," she said.
"Oh no, I like the effect," he said, gazing at her stocking tops. "Besides, it'll let the customers know what they're in for.
"Customers?"
"Put on the rest of it."
The rest of it was a sweater about two sizes too small for her and very thin. Since she had taken her bra off, the nipples were completely visible.
"What kind of job is this?" she asked nervously.
"If you can't guess after putting on that outfit, you're a lot dumber than I thought," he said.
She looked in the closet and saw that there was a whole bunch of outfits of similar inspiration to the one she was wearing. Enough to outfit a female regiment, it seemed.
"You're...? "
"A pimp," he said simply.
"And you think I'm going to ... . "
"I know you're going to whore for me, because that's the only way you can get any more of my prick. And you really like that prick of mine, don't you, baby?"
It was just like the scene on the park bench with Theresa. One instant she was about to tell him to fuck off, and the next, she changed her mind completely.
The reason she changed her mind was because her clit started to throb with excitement and a drop of cunt-juice oozed out of her pussy and started to trickle down her leg. She was definitely turned on, and not just by the thought of his prick, even though he was right in suggesting that she would have an awfully hard time doing without it.
She knew at that moment that she wanted to whore for him. She had tried the independent, aggressive female route. That had busted up her marriage and nearly gotten her a jail term. She had tried lesbianism, and found that that wasn't the thing for her. The closest she had come to contentment had been with this aggressive male. Maybe what she wanted all along was a chance to submit to some man who really was a stud and who really demanded obedience. A man like that would be quite different from her fake-macho husband. Whoring would be a sign of how completely she trusted Pete and submitted to him. Besides, she would get some pretty varied kinds of prick up her cunt, and though she wasn't sure just what kind of man she liked best, she knew one thing, and that was that her pussy needed plenty of prick action.
Half an hour later, she was on her beat, a stretch of sidewalk twenty feet long in the city's vice district, where other women dressed like her wandered back and forth along strips of similar length. Behind them were the neon signs of strip clubs.
"Stay on your turf, and you're okay," he had told her. "Get off of it and you'll probably get your ass kicked in."
She realized that what he meant was that as a pimp he had divided up the territory with other pimps, who wouldn't take kindly to one of his girls muscling in on their territory. In this part of town, the cops winked. But it was the only part of town where they did, so space was at a premium.
"Hi there, sister," a big, muscular sailor said.
"Hi, big boy," she said, trying to keep from sounding nervous. "Been at sea a long time?"
'Too fucking long." "No girls at sea, huh?" "Nope."
"Want some cunt? I've got some for sale." "Let's go," he said.
She led him to a small back-street hotel Pete had told her about Her clit was really pulsing with excitement. She knew this was degrading, but the thought of the degradation actually turned her on. Besides, this handsome, muscular sailor would probably be a pretty good fuck, especially if he hadn't had any twat for several months.
The room turned out to be as seedy as she expected, but she didn't have much time to look at it, because she hadn't even gotten the door fully shut before she heard the sailor's zipper-the new look in uniforms had zippers.
Wow! she thought.
His cock was at least nine inches long. It was proportionally thick, and it looked so hard that if she'd been told it had been cast out of concrete she wouldn't have been too surprised.
The sailor didn't say a word. He just grabbed her little leather skirt and shoved it up around her waist. Her panties came down a second after that, and then he threw her onto the bed.
"You don't waste any time, do you?"
"Eight weeks. Eight fucking weeks," he said, referring to the time he had been at sea. He was so horny he was almost out of his mind now that he actually had a nice pink pussy staring him in the face.
He almost literally jumped on top of her. Jean knew she was supposed to get the money first, but she knew it was too late for that now. She would no more be able to stop this burly, frantic sailor than she could stop an avalanche.
She felt his cock ram into her. He buried it to the hilt, and that meant that she could really feel the pressure on the entrance to her womb.
"Hey careful, I'm breakable, you know. You've got to pay for broken merchandise."
The sailor wasn't in any mood for talking. He just started to pound that mighty tool of his back and forth inside her twat. She felt totally filled by the huge prick. It was a bit painful at first, but her cunt churned out more and more pussy-juice, and soon all she felt was the pleasure of having such a giant cock inside her hole.
In! Out! In! Out! The sailor heaved away like it was the last fuck he was ever going to have. Jean heard him gasp and pant like a horse after a race.
She was getting really worked up too. Her hips moved in a series of rhythmic motions, but the sailor's strokes were so powerful that he hardly noticed that. All he knew was that after eight weeks without feeling tight, wet twat around his prick, he was feeling it now, and was he ever enjoying it.
"Uhh! Uhhh! UHHHH!" she groaned as she felt the dick piston her love-hole. She was really ready to come.
Then the sailor's dick was pumping its load into her. She figured he must have beaten off during those eight weeks at sea, but even so, he seemed to have about twice as much sperm as most guys.
"Coming! Coming so hard! So fucking hard!" she gasped as she felt her orgasm go off inside her like a stick of dynamite. The two of them held on for dear life as his cock continued to fire and her twat felt like it was going to rip itself to pieces with the force of her come.
When it was over they lay there together a second, and then the sailor pulled his cock out.
"Man, did I ever need that," he said. "By the way, lady, how much is that?"
Now that he had taken care of his burning horniness, he was a completely different person. She guessed that normally he wasn't even a particularly aggressive individual.
She was about to say, "I get paid for being on the receiving end of a fuck like that?" But then she remembered that Pete was indeed expecting her to get paid.
"Fifty dollars," she said.
He pulled his wallet out of his hip pocket and handed her the money.
"Cheap at the price," he said. "So long, lady."
Five minutes later she was back on her beat. She was glad that her first customer had gone away so satisfied. That was one of the best fucks that she had ever had herself. She kind of hoped that her next customer wouldn't have quite such an appetite, though. If every one of them was as horny as the sailor, her cunt would be worn out in no time flat.
About a quarter of an hour went by. Then a young man appeared. He was really more of a boy. About seventeen, she guessed. It was about as plain as the nose on his face that this was his first time. He had decided that he was old enough to get some sex, and had come to this part of town to get it.
He was really comparison shopping, too. He walked up and down the street twice, looking over all the whores. She guessed that that was partly because he wanted to make sure that his first sexual experience was a good one. But it was also because he was really nervous, and didn't want to commit himself.
All the whores wanted the business, and they all tried to look as sexy as possible. Jean put one leg out so that he could catch a glimpse of her exposed stocking-tops and garter-snaps. But she also tried to put a friendly expression on her face, so that he wouldn't feel nervous or intimidated.
He paused in front of her, looking her over. She glanced at his crotch. There was a very big bulge in it.
"Don't worry," she said with a wink, "you won't have any trouble at all."
He opened his mouth to say something, but she didn't let him. Instead, she just said, "c'mon."
"Okay," he replied, and the instant after that, they were heading for Jean's hotel.
"Not exactly a palace, but it's got a bed, and I guess that's the most important part," Jean said. She figured that a little light conversation would help put him at his ease. She knew that a nervous male was usually not much of a lay, and she also knew that if this boy failed on his first attempt, it might put him out of action for a long while. She was willing to be a whore, but she didn't think there was any point in being inhuman about it.
The boy started to undress timidly.
Jean took her clothes off in the most provocative way she knew how-and she was sometimes surprised herself at how sexy she could be-and the bulge in the boy's pants grew bigger. She didn't think that there was going to be any problem at all with him.
When they were both naked, she sat down on the bed and patted the mattress.
"Here, sit down next to me a moment," she said.
He did so. She took his prick in her hand and started to rub it.
"Mmmmm," she said, "nice and hard."
It was hard already, but that remark made it get even harder.
"Now I want to tell you something. I know that this is your first time, and there's nothing to be ashamed of about that. It's a big moment in your life. I'm going to make sure that you have a good time, so you don't have to worry about a thing."
He smiled bashfully.
"Let's start," she said, "but don't worry about hurrying. I've got all the time in the world for a nice stiff dick like yours."
She lay back on the bed with her legs spread. He got on top of her.
"That's right," she said, taking hold of his prick in her right hand and guiding it into her cunt. He gave a shove of his hips, and the cock glided the rest of the way into her."
"Mmmmm, that feels nice and stiff," she said. "I can tell that you're the kind of guy who won't have a bit of trouble keeping it up."
That was a load of bullshit, but she also knew that saying it was a good way of building his confidence and making sure that his cock did stay nice and stiff.
He started to undulate his hips, sliding his prick back and forth inside her. His first strokes were kind of clumsy and uneven, but Jean noticed that each one was better than the previous one. There was no doubt about it. The boy had a good natural instinct for sex. Soon he was really giving it to her, and Jean was enjoying the feeling of that cock moving back and forth inside her.
The boy cupped her tits in his hands and started to knead and mold them. It was just like with his prick. At first his motions were kind of clumsy, but soon they were really fine, and Jean felt her nipples swell up with excitement.
Her twat was wet and tight and hot. Wet, tight and turned on. His cock felt as hard as ever, and he was laying it into her faster and faster, working them both up to what she knew would be a really great come.
"Oh wow!" she gasped as she felt her body tense for the orgasm. She was only a few seconds away from it.
The boy rammed his cock in one final time, and started to shoot before he'd gotten it half way in. That didn't matter at all. The feeling of him firing as he shoved his pecker the rest of the way home really got to her. Her pussy immediately started to pulse with the force of her come, and the two of them blasted off together, coming really big and hard, the boy's prick squirting and squirting while her twat clutched desperately at it.
He pulled out of her, and Jean noticed that he was grinning from ear to ear with pride at what he'd done.
Jean was a good looking woman, and she enjoyed fucking. That meant she didn't have the bored look on her face that some of the other whores had, and that made her a lot more attractive to the customers.
The next man to approach her was about thirty-five she guessed, and very well dressed. "How much is a blow-job?" he asked. "Thirty-five."
"How much do you charge to masturbate yourself while someone watches?"
Jean was taken aback. It had never occurred to her that someone would pay money just to watch her beat off. It hadn't occurred to Pete, either, since she hadn't been told what the price on that was.
"Do you want a blow job, or do you want to watch me beat off?" "Both."
"The charge for both together is fifty dollars, just like a regular fuck," she said, picking a figure out of the air.
"Okay."
It struck Jean as strange that someone would want a combination like that when for the same money he could get a regular fuck, but that wasn't her concern. In a few minutes, they were in the hotel room, and she was stripped naked.
"How do you want it?" she asked.
"Masturbate yourself first," he said. Un-like her, he was still fully dressed, down to and including his vest and gold watch-chain. He sat in a chair in the corner of the room and folded his hands.
Jean had plenty of experience in masturbating, so as soon as her customer seemed comfortably settled in, she started to work on her cunt. She ran her fingertips lightly across her belly and tits, gently flicking the nipples. They swelled up immediately, and her customer licked his lips. She kept her left hand on her tits, fondling them one after the other, while her right hand trailed down her belly towards her twat. She pulled playfully at her pubic hair, before sliding her fingers between her legs. Her customer pulled his chair closer so that he could get a better view of the action.
Jean believed in building up slowly when she beat off, and she knew her customer wanted to have the spectacle go on as long as possible, so she took her time. She barely touched her inner cunt lips at all at first. She would just graze them briefly with her fingertips and then move the fingers onto the much less sensitive outer cunt lips.
Her customer was licking his lips faster and faster. He was breathing kind of heavily, and there was a massive bulge in the crotch of his suit pants.
Jean was getting pretty turned on herself by all this. She moved her fingers onto her inner cunt lips, pulling them this way and that. They were glistening wet and her John was licking his lips so fast now she was surprised he didn't plant them on her twat and start nuzzling it. But that didn't seem to be what he wanted.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" she gasped as she pulled at her labia. Then she slid three of her fingers up her vagina and spread them apart, distending her twat. She pulled the fingers out and put them in her mouth. Then she moved them back to her twat.
She was breathing heavily now, just as heavily as her customer. She arched her back in excitement as she pulled the entrance to her pussy first one way then the other.
Jean couldn't take any more of this torment. She slid her fingers slowly towards her clit, while her customer kept his eyes glued on the action. He knew that the moment she touched her clit she would be coming and that was the moment that he had been waiting for.
Closer and closer her fingers came. Then to give a final little bit of teasing to both of them, she moved them away again. The customer gulped. Then her fingers darted back and actually pinched the clit gently.
WHAMMO! Her cunt exploded like a box of fireworks that someone accidentally drops a cigarette butt into. Her hips bucked and heaved while she pressed her fingers hard against her blazing cunt lips and she came and came and came.
Her customer gritted his teeth to try and keep himself from getting off, since he wanted to save that for the blow job. He managed to hang on, but by the time he had finished watching Jean come, he was about as uptight as a harpstring.
She shook her head to clear it, and then said, "shall we get on with the show?"
"Yes."
"Aren't you going to undress?" "Just unzip my fly."
Jean shrugged her shoulders. He was the customer. She knelt before him.
"Unzip it with your teeth."
She was tempted to say that there would be an extra charge for that, but she shrugged her shoulders again. It wasn't worth hassling. She got the zipper in her teeth and pulled it down without any trouble.
He wasn't wearing underpants. His cock sprang out of the fly as soon as she got it open.
Jean had to admit that even though this guy was something of a weirdo, he had a good prick. Nice and long and thick. Nothing spectacular like the sailor's, but good, solid stuff.
She took the cock in her hand and stroked it gently. She knew that it would be able to make a woman's cunt feel pretty good, but somehow she suspected that it was probably never put up a woman's cunt. Just mouths. She shrugged her shoulders again, and then started to give it a whole series of little kisses.
The customer closed his eyes with pleasure as her lips nibbled up and down the length of his prick, until it was glistening wet with saliva. Then she started to lick it, with great, long licks that ran from its base up over the knob and down the other side. She also gave his balls a few licks, too, to make sure that they didn't feel that they were being neglected.
Jean slipped her lips over the knob of the cock and started sucking on it. Then she moved her mouth down over the rest of the shaft, while using her curled-up tongue to continue to stimulate the sensitive spot where the knob joined the shaft.
The customer sounded like a steam engine, puffing away with heavy, slow, rhythmic breaths. His head was tilted way back, and his cock felt so stiff that Jean knew that it was about to start shooting into her mouth.
She slid her lips up and down the length of it faster and faster, and then pressed them against the spot where the knob started. His cock gave a funny little quiver, and then ... splat! splat! splat! It started to unload.
She pressed her mouth against it even tighter as she felt it start to fire. The customer let out a low moan of contentment as all the come need that had built up while he watched Jean masturbate poured out of the end of his dick in gob after gob of warm semen.
At last he stopped, and Jean stroked his cock with her tongue as it lay inside her mouth, slowly going soft. Then she slipped her mouth off of it and swallowed the sperm.
The man got up and zipped up his own fly.
"Delightful. One of the best sessions I've ever had. Are you always on the same location?"
"Uh huh."
"Then we can have a lot more sessions like this together," he said. He had already paid her. He gave a little bow, and walked out the door.
His words confirmed what Jean had already suspected namely that this was the only kind of sex he went in for. A weirdo, no doubt about it. But one with a good hard cock. Sucking it had gotten Jean all worked up again, even though she had beaten off just a few minutes-before. Well, that glow in her cunt was something which the next customer would hopefully take care of....
She wasn't back on her beat for more than two minutes before that customer showed up. He was a businessman with a bald head. Very ordinary looking. Jean figured that he probably wouldn't turn out to be much of a lay. But that was before she got back to the hotel with him. When he unzipped, she saw that his prick was just as big and hard-looking as the sailor's had been.
"Let's wheelbarrow," he said.
"You're the customer," she replied, "but what the hell's a wheelbarrow?"
"Get down on your hands and knees and I'll show you," he said. She did as he told her, and he got behind her. She wondered if a wheelbarrow wouldn't just turn out to be a variation on the dog-style fuck. Then she felt his hands on her ankles.
He lifted her legs off of the floor so that she was resting on her forearms. Moving his hands up the length of her legs to the thighs, he lifted up higher and higher, till her body was at a forty-five degree angle to the floor. There was nothing uncomfortable about the position for her, though. She rather liked the way in which her tits hung away from her body. She shook her shoulders so that her nipples rubbed on the carpet.
The customer took one hand away from her legs, holding her up with the other. He then used the hand to bend his cock down to the same angle she was. He inserted the end of it into her twat and slid it on in.
"Hey, nice," she said as she felt the cock go into her. Because it was bent down at the root, it kept trying to straighten itself up pressing against the rear of her cunt.
He paused for a moment, and then started to move his dick in and out of her, in great long strokes that only left the head inside each time that he pulled back.
This guy may look like nothing, Jean thought, but he sure knows something about how to use that prick of his.
The man bucked his cock faster and faster, sliding it on the cunt juice that lined the inside of her pussy. She felt her cunt lips tingle with excitement as the motions of the hard male organ pulled them across her hot throbbing clit.
"Mmmmm, fuck me hard! Fuck me! Oh, man!" she grunted as her muscles tensed for the come. Resting her weight on her elbows, she lifted her hands from the rug and placed each one on the opposite tit. She pinched and pulled on her own nipples as the bald customer brought her closer and closer to her orgasm.
Then, he started to shoot his load, his massive penis really blasting into her like a fire hose. The feeling of that huge organ coming inside her caused her pussy to erupt in a volcanic explosion of pure female fuck joy. She let out a low moan as the orgasm pulsed through her in wave after red-hot wave.
The customer eased his cock out of her and lowered her to the floor. He'd already paid her, and he had his clothes on and was out the door before she was able to recover enough from the terrific come she had had to be able to get up. She pulled on her sexy whore's outfit, and headed back to the street. Her cunt was starting to feel a bit weary now, but she knew that Pete expected her to service some more customers before coming home. And now that she had decided that playing the passive role was what made her happiest, what her man said was law.