Chapter 7
A couple of nights later, Pete had her doing call-girl work. The customers were ones he had dealt with before, men who knew that if they wanted some nice cunt, he was the man to call. Some pimps just let their girls handle the calls, but Pete wanted to make sure that there wasn't any attempt to hold out on him.
The man who answered the door at the first address that Jean went to was just wearing a bathrobe.
"Stripped for action, I see," she said. The man smiled and handed her a garter belt, a blouse, a skirt and a pair of nylons.
"Put these on, please," he said to her.
Jean knew that that was the kind of outfit that turned a lot of men on, but it was also what she was wearing already.
When she explained that, the man said, "Yes, but I don't think you'd want to get yours wet. After all, it's still early, and I suspect you have other places to go to."
Wet? Jean thought. She was beginning to suspect that this guy was a bit of a kink. Well, as long as whatever it was that he was keen on was harmless, she didn't mind going along with it.
She stripped and then put on the clothes that the man gave her.
He had disappeared into the bathroom while she was doing this.
"Ready?" he called out. It seemed that he didn't want to watch her change clothes. It was as if that would have somehow spoiled his fantasy.
"Ready."
He came out of the bathroom, this time without his robe on. His cock, however, was only partly hard. Jean hoped that he was going to manage a hard-on. She had been in the whoring business long enough to know that a lot of guys got really pissed with the girl if they couldn't keep their cocks up, even if the girl was as seductive as Venus.
He strode forward and picked her up in his arms. She felt pretty nervous, but told herself that Pete wouldn't risk one of his precious money-earners on a guy who was really dangerous.
The customer carried her into the bathroom, which was very big. Along one wall of it was a giant-size bathtub full of hot, soapy water.
Jean guessed what the guy's fetish way, and nearly laughed, it seemed so silly. Just as she expected, he dumped her into the water with a splash.
It was kind of a kinky experience to feel the nylons and blouse cling to her wet body. She glanced at the man and saw his cock go from semi-soft to super hard. He was some kind of wet-girl freak, it seemed. Seeing the way the blouse clung to her tits really turned him on. They were almost completely visible through the thin fabric.
He got into the massive bathtub next to her, and took her in his arms. She had to admit that this was going to be a new experience, if nothing else.
The customer took her tits in his hands and started to squeeze and fondle them through the thin, damp cotton fabric. Her nipples were fully erect since there really was something erotic about the way the cloth clung to them. He took her nipple in his mouth and sucked on it. That meant he was sucking some water too. Jean put her hand on his cock. It was like a bar of steel. If this was the only way the guy could get his prick up, at least the technique worked.
His hands were running up and down her nylons under water. They worked up towards her cunt. There hadn't been any panties included in the outfit he had given her, so he was able to put his fingers right on her twat. He pulled the lips of her cunt apart so that a bit of the soapy water could enter it.
Jean was starting to feel really horny. Kink or not, this guy knew a thing or two about manipulating a girl's tits and twat. She kept thinking about how hard and long that cock of his was. She wanted it inside her.
He gave a final little pull with his fingers at her tingling labia, and then he got on top of her. She felt the tip of his cock press against the entrance to her cunt, and then he was inside her, sliding his joint back and forth inside her.
There was a lot of water in the tub, and as he bucked his hips faster and faster it started to really slosh about. Some of it even splashed out onto the floor. But he obviously didn't care. All he cared about was having this sexy wet female in a tub with him. And at that moment, all the female cared about was how good and hard the man's prick felt.
Her tits seemed to be driving him crazy. He couldn't leave them alone for two seconds straight, it seemed. But he didn't make any attempt to unbutton her blouse. He preferred to kiss and fondle her breasts through the wet cotton, just as the soggy nylons covering her legs obviously increased the excitement he felt at stroking her thighs.
"Uh! Uh! UHH!" she gasped as she felt the prick slide back and forth inside her. Her cunt really felt awake. She wasn't sure though if that was because she was producing a lot of pussy fluid, or if some of the bath water had actually worked its way into her twat.
Her back arched with excitement as she felt her throbbing clit get ready for the come. Only a few more of those strokes, pulling her labia back and forth across it, would be needed to get her off.
He gave one final thrust that sent about a third of the bathwater sloshing over the edge of the tub and caused his cock to start firing. It began to spurt before he even had it half way into her. Her pussy responded instantly, clutching convulsively at the prick even as it slid the rest of the way home. Her shoulders and hips shook and heaved as the come pulsed through her in shudder after shudder.
He pulled his cock out of her and got out of the bath. As he toweled himself he said to her, "A bath is so relaxing, don't you think?"
She had to agree that it was. Her cunt felt more relaxed from the cock he had given her than it had in quite some time. As she got out of the tub, he gazed rapturously at the way her wet clothing clung to her body. His cock even stiffened up a bit, despite the fact that it had just gotten off a couple of minutes before.
Jean changed her clothes and left.
Takes all kinds, I guess, she thought as she headed to the next address. She did have to admit that the guy had something. The fuck in the tub had been kind of a turn on. Not something that she'd want to do every day, but a nice change of pace.
The next address was in a really swank apartment. The man who opened the door was handsome, but there was something hard about his face that she didn't like.
"Shall I strip?" she asked.
He nodded, without saying a word. What surprised her was that he wasn't doing anything about taking his own clothes off.
Maybe he wants me to undress him after I've gotten my own clothes off, she thought. She'd known plenty of men like that.
She was dead wrong. When she was naked, the customer went into the next room and reappeared a second later with a huge dog, a great Dane.
"Is he going to watch?"
"No. I'm going to watch."
Good lord.
"You aren't seriously suggesting that I fuck with that dog," she said. 'That's what I've paid for." "You're nuts, and I won't do it." The man's ice cold reserve never melted. He hit her with the palm of his hand on the right cheek, then brought his hand back so that her left cheek would get the back of it. "Get out."
"Don't think I won't, buster," she said. "And when Pete finds out what a kink you are, you'll never be able to get another girl from him."
The man said nothing.
As she headed home, Jean felt almost ill at the thought of what that nut had wanted her to do. Fuck with a dog! She'd tried some pretty tricky things in her time, but there was certainly a limit. She couldn't believe it. She could imagine how mad Pete would be at the guy when she told him about it.
Pete opened the door, and the next thing she knew, he had given her just exactly the same kind of double slap that the customer had treated her to. As she stood there stunned, Pete grabbed her roughly by the arm and pulled her into the room.
"You little bitch, what the shit are you up to? Your cunt too pure all of a sudden to satisfy my customers and earn a little money for me? Huh?"
She was crying now. "Pete, she stammered, "he wanted me to ... to fuck with a dog!"
"You're damn right he did. He's one of my best customers, and I get a hundred and fifty bucks every time one of my girls makes it with Lucifer."
It was perfectly obvious from the tone of his voice that Pete didn't give a flying fuck about the fact that Lucifer had four paws and a tail.
"He called me up the minute you left," Pete said. "He told me I had a reputation for service to maintain. And he's right. I deliver. He doesn't like to be stood up. And that, girlie, is why you are going to hustle your pink little twat over there and fuck with that dog."
Jean looked at him with her mouth open. She couldn't believe that Pete would humiliate her like thai. She had always known he was a super-dominant male, and she had enjoyed submitting to him before. It was a change from her "liberated" style that had gotten her in so much trouble. But this was different. To go back to that man she had run out on and fuck with his dog would have been to just grind her self-respect into the dust.
"No," she said, "I won't."
She braced herself for the slap that she thought was coming. But Pete-had another punishment in mind. He pulled her clothes off and threw her on the bed. Then he jumped on top of her and rammed his cock into her. It was a big cock, and he pi stoned her so hard it hurt. A second later, he came. He had just shown, by the way he had raped her, that he had no respect for her at all. She was just an object of his desires.
"You, baby, are through," he said.
A moment later, she was out on the street, in torn clothes and without a penny, her cunt still hurting from the rape. The way he had taken her had totally humiliated her.
She wandered in a daze down towards the river. Her life was a total shambles. She'd lost her husband, destroyed her career as a photographer, nearly gotten a jail sentence for molesting little boys, and had sunk to the level of a prostitute. She hadn't even succeeded at that.
My cunt's sure caused me a lot of trouble, she thought.
She crossed out to the middle of one of the bridges over the river and gazed down into the reflections of the street lamps in the black water. There was something very peaceful about the sight.
She realized that it wasn't so much her cunt that had gotten her into trouble as the fact that she didn't know what she wanted out of sex. She didn't know what she wanted out of men. Her husband Brent had been a domineering jerk who couldn't live up to the he-man image he liked to project. She had thought she was keen on little boys, but she knew now that the only reason she was interested in them was as a reaction to Brent's bullying. Because he tried to be tough, she liked the fact that little boys were weak. And she'd wanted to get her own back on the male sex by prostituting them. Then, when she got into trouble about that, she swung back to the other extreme, taking up with a super-bully who was even worse then Brent. And maybe the reason she had been willing to whore was to punish herself for prostituting little boys. She realized now how revolted she was by Pete's contemptuous treatment of her as an object. It had turned her on for a while, but that was all a sham.
What a mess. She didn't have any place to stay. Her friend Linda had left town.
"I hope you're not planning to throw yourself in there," a voice said. She looked up from the river and saw a handsome man in his early forties.
"No, I wasn't ... . "
"You weren't really planning to, but you were toying with the idea in the back of your mind," he said.
She started to cry. He put an arm around her shoulder and led her to his car. Shortly after that, she was in his apartment, drinking hot coffee and telling him the whole story.
"So what now," she said cynically. "A room for a fuck?"
"No, just a room. You can sleep there."
She was very tired, and she went and undressed. She was sure that he would come in before long to claim payment for his hospitality.
She woke up to find she hadn't been fucked. Unless he'd done it to her in her sleep, which she thought hardly possible.
Jean went into the kitchen and found him drinking coffee.
"You really meant it," she said. "You didn't plan to fuck me."
He shook his head.
"But what's in it for you? Why are you being nice to me."
"Why not. You needed help."
She felt like crying, but she held back her tears. She had a debt to pay. She put her arms around his neck.
"You're the first person who's been nice to me in a long time and I'd like to do something nice for you."
"Only if you really want to," he said.
"I really do." She was telling the truth. There was something about this man that really turned her on. Something really manly, even though he was soft-spoken and gentle.
He got up and led her into his bedroom. Then he started to undo her clothes. There was nothing impetuous about it, but there was nothing weak or effeminate about it either. He was just a self-confident man who had his own way of doing things.
There sure wasn't anything weak or effeminate about that bulge in his pants, either. Jean gave his crotch a squeeze, and felt a cock about as hard as any she'd ever come across.
"Let me return the favor," she said with a smile after he had finished undressing her. She pulled down his pants, and the cock expanded to its full length. It was thick and hard and long, and as she looked at it she knew how very much she wanted it in her pussy.
She had the rest of his clothes off in no time. He was obviously really turned on by her, and she knew from the way her clit was throbbing and from the pussy-juice that was oozing out of her wet twat just how turned on she was. He wasn't in any hurry though. He obviously enjoyed the preliminaries and planned to extend them as much as he could.
He placed his lips on her and kissed them very, very gently. Then he slid his tongue into her mouth. Her tongue met it and responded, pressing against his. As the tongues played with each other, he ran his right hand over her tits. It was a very light, teasing sort of touch. like everything else about him it was gentle and manly at the same time. It was manly in that it represented a man who was sufficiently sure of himself not to have to give a big tough-guy, macho routine.
Her pussy had never felt hotter. She really wanted his cock inside it now, but she figured it was up to him to set the pace. This foreplay was pretty great, and she didn't really want it to end.
The hand that kept moving over her tits brushed the nipples again and again. That meant that it wasn't long before they were swollen up to about three times their natural size.
It was as if he could read her mind. Just as she thought how nice it would be to have him suck on them, he took his mouth away from hers and started kissing her breasts.
He didn't go straight for the nipples, though. He sensed that she really wanted the teasing to continue for a while longer. So he kissed her breasts everywhere except on the nipples. His lips would come closer and closer, and then move away again, while she writhed and wriggled in delicious frustration. The amount of pussy juice that was oozing out of her cunt was almost a stream now. He had one hand between her legs, lightly fingering her cunt lips. That didn't exactly make her pussy any less hot and bothered.
The guy had a fantastic ability to tell just what it was that she wanted. He carried on the teasing action on her breasts just long enough. Right at the moment when she felt that she just had to get those lips of his on her nipples, he took her right nipple in his mouth and started to suck on it.
She placed her hand on his cock and squeezed it to show how much she was enjoying all of this attention. She couldn't remember when a cock had ever felt harder to her.
After he sucked her right nipple for a while, he turned his attention to the other one. Soon both of them were glistening wet and really hard and tender.
"Would you like my cock now?" He didn't ask that question timidly. He knew from the way she was moaning and wriggling around on the bed that she did indeed want his cock, but he felt that it was important to ask her, so as to show her that he thought that what she wanted was just as important as what he wanted.
"Oh God, yes," she breathed.
He got on top of her, and she spread her legs. He pushed the head of his cock into the entrance of her cunt and then paused for a second so that both of them could enjoy the moment of anticipation. Then, he shoved it into her and began to slide it back and forth.
There was something easy, and casual, and totally manly about his strokes. He didn't have to bruise her twat to prove to her or to himself that he was a man. They both knew it. She sighed as she felt the long thick cock work her twat. Her pussy clutched at it as it slid on the cunt-juice that she was so busy secreting. Her whole body was trembling with excitement. She sensed that this was going to be one of the best comes that she had ever had in her life.
He moved his cock faster and faster, working them both up to a blazing inferno of passion. Both of them felt how tense their bodies were. But the fuck was so good that even though their sex organs were just about to explode, he managed to hold back their orgasms. He knew how to apply just enough stimulation to have her out of her mind with come need, but not so much as to make her actually come. As a result she was really hanging fire and enjoying every second of it. Her hips undulated in time to his thrusts, and her back arched with excitement as he laid his cock into her again and again.
"Make me come!" she gasped. "Please make me come!"
He sensed though that she really wanted the delicious torment to go on a second longer. Then, at just the moment when the tension in her body really was becoming unbearable, he changed the style of his thrusts and started to work her for a come.
"Can't stand it," she gasped. "Just can't ... can't ... CAN'T!"
The last word coincided with the first wave of her come, which plowed into her like a truck. Her hips exploded in a frantic orgy of female fuck-frenzy, and his cock responded.
His prick pumped sperm with the same kind of total self-assurance with which it had fucked her cunt. And it seemed like he had an endless amount of sperm, too. It just kept shooting and shooting like it wasn't ever going to stop.
He wasn't in any hurry to pull out after he had finally finished, either. He just lay on top of her, enjoying the feeling of having her in his arms and the feeling of having her cunt around his cock. His cock wasn't going soft very fast either, she noticed.
At last he removed his prick, and lay on the bed next to her. He kept stroking her cheek in a very gentle way with the first two fingers of his right hand.
"Say," she said, "how did you know that I had jumping in the river in the back of my mind last night? I didn't even know it myself until you mentioned it."
"I'm interested in people. And I see a lot of them. I'm a psychiatrist."
"Do you find me an interesting case?"
"No. I find you an interesting-person," he said. "I'd never take you on as a patient, since if I did, I wouldn't be able to love you."
She noticed that he said "I wouldn't be able to love you," rather than "I wouldn't be able to make love to you."
He placed his face over her belly and started licking it.
"You have a very sexy stomach," he said. He licked every square inch of it. That made Jean giggle at first, but she soon realized that there really was something kind of sexy about the way his tongue flicked back and forth over her smooth stomach-skin. It was pretty obvious what he had in mind, too, because the direction of his licks and kisses was clearly downwards towards her crotch. Her clit swelled up to full hardness as she thought how it wouldn't be long until that clever tongue of his was licking a part of her body a lot more sensitive than, her belly, namely her cunt!
He was taking his time about getting to her cunt, though. He was obviously the sort of guy who believed that in sex there was no point in being in a hurry. And it was the gradual way in which his tongue moved lower and lower which was really driving her out of her mind. She ground her ass-cheeks against the mattress in excitement. She could hardly wait. Her cunt was already wet again.
Finally he got his tongue down to where her bush began. He ran it back and forth from there to the hairless part of her stomach next to it. Then he moved the tongue on further down. Jean shuddered with eager anticipation as he moved his face right between her legs. Then his tongue darted out and pressed against her cunt lips. There was something so sexy about the way he did that that she thought that she was going to start coming right then and there.
It was just like the way he fucked her, though. He knew just how much attention to give her twat so as to keep her right at the threshold of her come without going over.
His tongue slid back and forth along the length of her cunt lips, teasing and tickling them. They were wet with cunt-juice to start with, but soon they were even wetter from his saliva. He fitted the tip of his tongue into the entrance to her vagina and pulled the surrounding skin first one way and then the other. She gave a little gasp of pleasure as she felt the bolts of pleasure that this sent zinging up her spine.
The tongue slid deep into her twat, so that the tip of it was pressing against her cunt walls way, way inside her. He pulled it out from time to time so that he could enjoy the taste of her cunt-juice. Then he would send his tongue sliding back on in again. I
"Uhh! Lick me! Lick my twat! So fucking fine!" she gasped as she felt the tongue action inside her. He pulled his tongue out and ran it up and down her cunt lips again. All the while, his hands were on her tits, kneading and caressing them.
"Gotta come! Oh wow! gotta! OHH!"
He pressed the tip of his tongue against her clit, and she felt the come punch her belly hard.
"Oh OHH! OHHHHHH!" she gasped as his tongue continued to slide back and forth over her pussy, even while her hips bucked and heaved with the force of her orgasm. He shoved his tongue into her twat and she felt it press spasmodically against it, even when her hips shook with her mind-blowing come-explosion.
He gave her twat a couple more licks and then took his face away from it. She lay back on the bed, recovering her breath, when she remembered something-his cock. She gave it a glance and saw that sure enough, it was really hard. Licking her twat had gotten him all horny again.
"Can I take care of that for you?" she asked.
"Only if you feel ready."
"I always feel ready for something like that," she said with a smile.
He moved forward so that his cock was right next to her face. She guessed what that meant, and slipped her mouth over the end of it. She was glad that he liked oral sex, since she sometimes felt that it was the best kind of all. Certainly his cock felt great there in her mouth.
She sucked the end of it very lightly, with a special teasing touch of her lips that she knew drove pricks wild. It worked this time just like it always did. Even though his cock was so hard when she took it in her mouth that it felt like it was made of stone, it somehow managed to get even harder. She glanced at his balls and saw that the ball sack was pulled up tight against the root of his cock.
Even though she'd just gotten a fine come from his tongue on her pussy, she noticed that she was starting to get all hot and bothered between the legs again. Having a prick in her mouth was enough to do that every time.
She took her lips off of the cock for a moment so that she could give it a whole series of little kisses up and down its length. Then she started licking it. She placed her tongue at the base of his prick and worked up towards the knob. She soon had so much saliva on his rod that it glistened as if it had been oiled.
She could tell by the way he was breathing and the tenseness of all his muscles, that he was getting close to his come. She was tempted to put her hand down between her legs and beat off. But she suspected that he would have another come for her after this was over. He seemed so manly that she didn't doubt for a moment that he would be able to get his cock up again shortly after she got him off with her mouth-and she knew that by denying herself a come now, she would really be able to enjoy the one his cock would give her.
She slid her mouth back over the length of his cock, sliding it up and down on the taut prick skin. She fondled his ball sack while she did so. She gave him some real throat action, but figured from the way he responded that he probably preferred the base-of-the-knob approach. She moved her lips up there and sucked away like hell.
Splat! A gob of sperm shot against the back of her mouth.
Splat! Splat! Splat!
Even though he'd already had one come, he had plenty of sperm to give her with this one, too. She felt the cock quiver between her lips as it fired its load in strong, confident gushes.
"Oh, man, do you ever know how to suck prick!" he said as his cock stopped shooting.
She continued to suck on his prick for a while longer, before easing her mouth off of the slick cock and swallowing the sperm.
"Would you like a drink?" he asked her.
She said she would, and he fixed them a couple of Bloody Marys. They sat on the bed sipping the drinks and chatting. She glanced at his cock and saw that she had been right in her estimation of it. It was already starting to stiffen up again, despite all the attention it had already gotten.
As she finished her drink she put her hand on his prick and gave it a squeeze. It felt a hundred per cent ready for action.
"Something tells me that you have something nice in store for my cunt," she said with a smile.
"You sure you're not too tired out?"
"Not at all." She thought that that was typical of him. Here he was with his cock ready for action, and he still made sure that she really wanted to fuck. The stiffness of his cock proved beyond any doubt that he was a real man. That meant that there was no reason that a real man couldn't be kind and considerate, since he was kind and considerate as well as being totally manly.
"How about a dog-style fuck?" he asked.
"Arf!" she said with a smile, and got onto her hands and knees. It was a position that she always liked, with the way her tits hung away from her body to be played with.
He got behind her and rubbed the tip of his cock playfully across her cunt lips. While he did so, he reached forward and stroked her nipples. The loving caress soon had them really hard again.
One of the things she liked about a dog-style fuck was the element of surprise. She never quite knew when the man was going to stick his prick in her.
She waited breathlessly for a second, and then felt the tip of his cock slide between her labia and on into her vagina. The rest of his cock followed, inch by inch.
"Nice!" she said as she felt him fill her up with his male hardness. He paused a second, and then he started to let her have it.
He almost started off in slow motion. There was a kind of dreamy quality to those slow, easy strokes that he gave her. But with each stroke he picked up speed, and with each stroke she found herself getting hornier and hornier.
The fact that he had his hands on her tits, and was vigorously, but lovingly rubbing them against her chest and teasing her nipples didn't do much to cool her down.
Faster and faster he went, his cock super-hard, even though it had already had two comes. And there was a certain class about the way he moved his cock. She couldn't quite define it, but she knew it was there.
Her hips undulated in time to his strokes as he was really laying it into her.
Cock! Cunt! Cock! Cunt!
"Fuck me!" she groaned. "Fuck me! Fuck! Fuck!"
Her whole body felt like it was being wrung out like a facecloth. Every nerve was tingling, every muscle pulled tight. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't think, she couldn't do anything but wait for her come.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!"
She tossed her head from side to side. Her mouth was hanging open, her shoulders heaving ... .
He pulled back slowly, and then gave one last stroke, shoving his cock in good and slow and hard.
As the tip of it pressed against the entrance to her womb, her pussy just went off like an H-bomb, and a blinding flash of total female fuck-pleasure engulfed her while her cunt received the wet tribute of his cock.
A minute later, they were lying silently next to each other while he gently stroked her hair. She had wondered in that terrible moment on the bridge what it was that she wanted in a man. Now she knew. She didn't want a blustering bully like Brent, or a jerk with a heart as hard as his prick like Pete. She didn't want little half-baked not-yet-men like the boys she used to photograph.
She wanted a real man. A real man was someone with a hard cock but who also understood that a woman is a human being and wants to be treated as such.
A real man.
That was what she had found now.
She felt happy for the first time in a long while.