Chapter 7
At one time I decided that I would keep a diary of all of the men that I brought back to the apartment. I kept if for two weeks. By the time that I opened the book again and attempted to fill in all of the other men I had been with in the intervening time, I couldn't even remember which days I had been with them and which men it had been.
But there were a million crazy things that happened to me. There were so many men and it seemed like there was so little time for me to get all of them up my pussy.
One night as I was walking along the bar, a man spun around on his barstool and smiled at me. He said, "Your name is Diana. Isn't it?"
"Yes. Do I know you from somewhere?" I asked, quickly assessing the good looks and the winning smile of the man who was undressing me with his eyes.
Rather than answering the question, he said, "You're new in the neighborhood."
"I just moved in a little while ago," I said, moving a little closer to him.
Then he continued, "And you want to make your career in music." He didn't say any of these things as questions. Rather, they were concise statements that he made.
"How do you know all of this?" I asked him, examining his face.
That smile of his burst across his face and he said, "Actually, Bobby told me everything."
Even though it had been a trick to get my attention, I moved even closer to the man. I was complimented by the fact that he had gone to the trouble of asking the bartender about me. That told me that he had really been interested in me.
It wasn't too long after that that we went back to my apartment. When he was peeling his clothes off I was in for a very pleasant shock. He had been wearing very loose clothes and that had hidden the fact that he had an amazingly beautiful body.
Even though he was forty, he had a washboard stomach and incredibly defined pectorals. As soon as he was holding me I could feel a warmth rushing in my pussy.
But a little while later, without having fucked me or anything, he was pulling his clothes on and saying, "I really have to get home."
"You're going to leave me like this?" I asked him, still lying naked on the bed.
"I shouldn't have been in the bar that late. I have to be up tomorrow morning," he said, very distracted and not even looking at me.
I wasn't going to bring up the fact that he hadn't fucked me. If he had made some apology about having been too drunk I would have said an appropriate, "Oh. That isn't important!" But as it was, the subject was just not mentioned.
A minute later I was naked and locking the front door of my apartment after him. I spent half of that night frigging my pussy as I thought about the fabulous muscles on the man and how wonderful it would have felt to have had his cock shoving in and out of my body.
There was another night that I spent in the bar where a number of men made passes at me. At one point during that night I had written my name down on a card so that I could give it to a particular man who had asked for it.
As I was standing by the bar with the card in my hand, Bobby Ray came by and grabbed the card away from me. I turned and looked at him as he smiled at me and stuffed the card in his back pocket. I smiled in return.
Then I said, "You know that I'm right around the corner. If you want to come over some night when you're closing up the place, you're welcome to."
"I'll give you a call sometime," he said with a wink as he moved away from me.
That night I went back to the beautiful apartment of a man who only lived about a block away from me. But since we had both stayed in the bar until four in the morning and neither of us were too coherent, I really can't even remember what happened.
Then there was another night that I v as there and I brushed past one of the best looking men I had ever seen. He turned around to look at me and he looked like the kind of man who is always modeling expensive suits in the Sunday newspaper supplements.
"Hello," he said to me, without moving a muscle on his perfect face.
"Hi!" I said, "I'm Diana." Then I took his hand and he held my hand a minute too long.
"You're very cute, Diana," he said in a deep voice that was making my pussy juice flow.
"Thank you," I said. "You're very good looking yourself."
As I moved closer to him I could tell that he really was in his late thirties. But he was the vision of health and I felt certain that in a photograph he could pass for his early twenties.
He was with a whole group of people and the next thing I knew he had bought a round of drinks for all of us and then disappeared to the back of the bar.
While I continued talking to the other people who were there and fought off the advances of a rather drunk older man who was with the group, I looked over and saw that the man of my dreams was sitting on the steps that led up to the balcony.
I excused myself to go to the restroom and when I came out of the toilet I moved slowly toward the stairs. "Hi. What are you doing here?" I asked as I came alongside him.
"I figured that I should act the way that everyone in this bar acts."
Although I never understood just what that remark was supposed to mean I was sufficiently drunk so that I could take it in stride. I sat on the steps next to him and asked, "Is anything wrong? I mean, is there something that's bothering you?"
"Only the fact that I got some good news about a job for tomorrow. As soon as I got the good news I came here and started to drink," he said, laughing into his beer. "I'm really quite a self-destructive person when you come right down to it."
"Don't be," I said, rubbing my fingers along the side of his sculpted face. "It seems like there might be a nice person there that you're destroying."
The two of us left the bar a few minutes earlier. When we were in my apartment and he stripped out of his clothes to reveal his hairy and wonderful body, I found that he kept the rest of himself as well as he had managed to keep his face.
But then he got out of bed and made a call to his answering service. After the call to his service he came back to the bed and began to complain about the message he had just gotten. They had changed the time of the modeling job that he was supposed to go to the following morning and now he had to be up earlier than he had expected.
"Well, worrying about it isn't going to do anything for you," I said, pressing my body against his.
"I won't go on the job. I just won't go!" he insisted, lying there and paying no attention to me.
"Okay," I said. "Don't go if that's what you feel would be the right thing to do."
"I should call my agent right now and complain to him!" he snarled.
"It's four in the morning!" I exclaimed. The thing that I did not add was that I was suffering from an aching pussy that was craving his cock.
"And I'm gonna fuck you!" he said, pressing down on top of me.
Anxiously, I spread my legs and was ready for the thrusting attack of his dick. But he kept remarking about the job the following morning and how concerned he was.
Finally, he asked me to set the alarm for nine in the morning and we both went to sleep. That is to say that he went to sleep. I pressed my body against his and was aching from the throbbing sensation that was deep inside of my pussy.
He had not given me any satisfaction and I thought that I was going to go crazy.
When the alarm rang the following morning, he got up and made a series of phone calls. Then he climbed into bed with me and began to kiss me tenderly.
"This is better," he said. "Now I'm not concerned about the job anymore. I called my agent and told him that I couldn't be there till noon. So we can just enjoy ourselves."
As soon as he had pressed the full length of his dick all the way inside of my cunt, the phone rang. He pulled out of me and went to answer it.
When he came back to bed, after having had an extensive argument in the other room, he said, "That's my agent. He said that I had to do it at eleven."
Angry as he was about that, he began to work his cock into my hot hole once again. As he was pumping his dick in and out of me, the phone rang again.
Getting out of bed to answer it, he spoke on the phone for just one minute and then came back to bed, looking a little pale and upset.
"What happened?" I asked, when he remained silent in the bed.
"They got someone else for the job."
"That's it?" I asked. "You mean, you're not even going to do that job after all."
"It was a three-hundred dollar job. I hope that you're worth three hundred!" he said.
But after that, he just rolled over and went to sleep. He was disturbed about the way that he had managed to lose the good job and he was in no mood for fucking then.
It was almost one in the afternoon when we both woke up and he began to kiss me affectionately. He was rubbing his body on top of mine and I could feel the cock growing thicker and longer. By that time, having anticipated the sex since the previous night, I couldn't wait for the hot fucking that I was expecting.
And he didn't disappoint me. Once he got his cock inside of my cunt, he was really ramming in and out of the hot and moist flesh.
I could feel the thick dick pulling and pushing at the cunt meat and slamming against the different sides of my twat. My heels pressed down against his ass cheeks as I wrapped my legs around his torso and pulled him even more tightly against my body.
As he was slamming his cock in and out of my cunt, he ruined everything by saying just one sentence. Softly he murmured, "You don't like me, do you?"
I froze up when he said that. It's not that it wouldn't have been a valid thing for someone to have said. But he had said it to me numerous times in the course of the night.
The first time that he had accused me of not liking him, I reminded him how handsome he was and how hot I was for him. The second time that he had said that same thing, I had laughed and said, "After all, I did take you home with me!"
But as he was fucking me and I realized that he was still asking for the same reassurance the following afternoon, I grumbled, "You're really working on making that a self-fulfilling prophecy, aren't you?"
The made him silent. He continued fucking me, but some of the vigor was taken out of him.
There was no way that I could have helped having a hot orgasm by the time that he had finished shooting in me. I had been building up toward that orgasm since the previous night and I was not used to saving up my pussy juice for such a long time.
When the handsome model left my apartment, I gave him,my phone number and had very mixed feelings about him. I realized that one of the reasons he probably craved the attention he asked me for and needed the reassurance that I gave him was that he had a lot of people who loved him for his face.
I wasn't entirely sure that I had any higher ideals in my interest for him. And yet I really did feel that I wanted to see him again.
On the other hand, he had proved to be as self-destructive as he had told me that he was. I had to chuckle at the thought of dealing with someone who made me feel well-balanced.
The story did not end there. A few nights later when I was in the bar, I saw that the handsome model was there playing pool. I watched him for a while and then he nodded to me.
I saw that he was sitting next to a very pretty girl after he finished the game of pool, but since I didn't know what his relationship with her might have been, I moved to the seat on the other side of him.
We talked pleasantly, but then I saw that he was rubbing his fingers over the leg of the girl who was on the other side of him. I tensed up. I looked into her face and felt certain that she was not nearly as good looking as I was.
When I moved away from them, I felt a certain hurt inside of me. I knew that I had no right in the world to feel hurt because this man was going to make it with this other woman.
What claim did I have on him? What commitment had I made to him? I hadn't even been sure that I wanted to see him again! But when I had seen him in the bar I felt a passion for him and that passion was thwarted because of the fact that he was going to leave with another woman.
It was at that point that I realized that I had not gone home with any man from that bar more than one time. I suppose that that really made a me a slut. Men didn't even want to sleep with me a second time and I knew that it wasn't because I wasn't hot in bed.
Perhaps being hot in bed is the only thing that I had going for me! I don't know!
That particular night, I looked around the bar and picked out the guy that I thought was the best looking one there. Actually I still felt that my sexy model was the best looking guy, but I chose the second best looking guy.
I made a big play for the other guy and left with him twenty minutes later. I wanted to prove to the stud model that I could get someone else to fuck me and that I didn't need him. The thing was, he probably didn't even care!
By the time that I reached that point, I realized that I was no longer a new face at Bobby Ray's. Each time I would walk into the bar I would see people that I knew and I would keep finding more than one guy there at any given time who had already fucked me.
Suddenly I was becoming very self-conscious. I kept imagining that the guys would get together and start to talk about me. They would all figure out that they had all fucked my hot pussy and they would start to compare notes.
I knew that I had been hanging around that bar a little too much. There were other singles' bars in New York and I figured that it was time for me to start trying some of the others.
The fact that this one was at my own corner and that I didn't have to worry about leaving alone or about taking a taxi home from the bar, was a great advantage, but apparently that was becoming the only advantage of the place.
I had initially felt that Bobby Ray's was lucky for me because I was always finding hot guys to fuck my pussy. But eventually I wondered whether or not that comprised luck.
There were a few boring nights that I spent. One night I went to a tasteful bar in the Murray Hill section of New York. Everyone there was dressed beautifully. All of the men were in designer suits and all of the women were wearing gorgeous, coordinated outfits. Even though I was wearing nice clothes, I felt under-dressed and sloppy there.
I knew immediately that I did not belong on the East Side of town.
Then I went with my friend, Carla, to a disco. But the sound was so loud there that I couldn't even think. The lights kept on flashing on and off in different colors that were making me dizzy. By the time that I would notice a , guy I thought was good looking I would move closer and the lights would flash on so that I saw he really wasn't.
During all this time, I kept on frigging my pussy and feeling hornier and hornier all the time. I knew that I was going to go crazy if I didn't find a hot cock soon.
But, I didn't want to have to go back to Bobby Ray's because I didn't want to have to face all of the men who had already fucked my hot pussy.
That was when Carla suggested the bars around the docks. I hadn't been aware that there were such places, but Carla knew all sorts of interesting information about New York.
"All of the girls in New York know about the singles bars that are around Second Avenue," Carla said to me. "Those are the nice, respectable places where you can meet account executives and salesmen and people like that."
"Knowing you, you're going to tell me about a place that isn't respectable," I laughed.
"You bet!" Carla winked. "There are a couple of bars all the way over near Eleventh Avenue. They're near the docks and the truck warehouses. The guys who go there are tough and hard-working men with big cocks. And the girls who go there, all go there for one thing alone!" She chuckled a little after she said that.
"In other words, for a girl to walk into one of these bars on that side of town, she is announcing that she wants to get fucked," I said slowly.
"That's right!" Carla snapped. "That's why I love to go there!"
That night after work the two of us took a cab down to the West Twenties where we went to a favorite bar of Carta's. It was a seedy looking establishment that was called Spikes and it was directly across from the deserted and unused portion of the West Side Highway.
As soon as we walked into the roomy place, all of the men were looking at us. It wasn't a very clean bar, but it had a sexy atmosphere. I could feel the warm and close air that told me that people there had sex on their minds.
I watched my friend and noticed the way that she unashamedly gave the eye to a couple of guys. She posed, languidly, on a barstool, and said to me, "I like to be pursued. It turns me on for a guy to be really agressive!"
"Yeah. I know what you mean," I said. But despite my agreement with her, I kept on looking around, anxiously and I was unable to lean back against a stool.
The next hour was very uneventful. I kept on moving around the bar and I kept starting conversations with different guys. But nothing ever came of any of the conversations.
When I would look over at Carla, I would see that she was still at the same stool. There were different men who were flocking around her and she was maintaining her cool and not even moving in response to their presence.
Then, I was leaning against a pillar and I saw that there was a large and hulking man with short-clipped blonde hair and he was leaning against a pillar opposite mine.
He was looking right at me. I could feel his eyes blazing through my clothes and I felt very self-conscious. There was a certain way that eye contact was made in one of these bars, but this man was going well beyond that point with the way that he was staring.
This man looked very powerful and he was wearing clothes that told me that he was a construction worker of some sort. He also had on a leather jacket and a black cap as well as high black boots that came all the way up to his knees.
I looked down at the floor, but when I looked back up at the man he was staring at me in the same way. Then I looked over to the side, but my gaze always kept on returning to the man who was standing directly opposite from me.
Then, when I could no longer pretend to be calm and casual, I looked right at him. Just the meeting of my eyes with his was enough to make my pussy start to cream up.
He had a light and closely trimmed blonde beard and he wore wire rimmed glasses. He looked like a statue the way that he was standing there so strong and tall.
Then he reached out toward me and he grabbed hold of my belt buckle. Since I was wearing slacks and a nice blouse that night, I had on a good belt with a stylish buckle.
Pulling me by the belt buckle, he pulled me right up to him so that my body was pressing against his body. Then in a voice that was the deepest I had ever heard, he said, that's your name?"
The voice was exactly what I would have expected from him. I felt like it was echoing around in the depths of my being. My eyes were caught by his eyes and I said, "Diana."
"My name is Douglas," he said, still staring down into my eyes.
There was a silent pause as he licked his lips and then said, "Where is Diana going tonight?"
I don't know what possessed me to say the next thing that I said. I just found the words coming out of me and I said, "Anywhere you want me to go."
At that point I thought that I almost perceived a little bit of a smile that whisked across Douglas's face. But it still seemed to be just as stony as it had been.
"Do you trust me completely, Diana?" he asked in a slow and reasonable way.
I shook my head. I couldn't tell a lie to him. He was too close to my eyes and he would be able to see everything that I was thinking. But when I shook my head, I saw that he really did smile. It was as though he wanted me to be afraid of him.
But then he said, "You mustn't go home with people you don't trust, Diana."
I remained silent and then he rattled off a list of questions to me. I didn't dare to initiate any of the conversation myself. But he told me things about himself and I told him anything that he wanted to hear in response to his questions.
After a little while, he asked, "Do you trust me now?"
I paused and then I said, "Yes." I still wasn't sure where my answers were coming from.
Douglas grabbed me by the hand and he started to pull me out of the bar. I turned and waved a quick goodbye to Carla, who called out, "Have a good time!"
As I followed Douglas around the corner, we turned onto a street that was lined completely with trucks and was deserted. He pulled me over toward one of the trucks and pressed me hard against it as he rubbed his crotch against my body.
"Is that what you want, babe?" he hissed at me as I felt his stiffening dick against my body.
"Anything that you want!" I whispered softly as I looked into his lines.
"Call me sir when you talk to me!" he snarled in a commanding way.
"Y-yes, sir," I responded in a very soft voice as he reached down and pulled at the front of my slacks. I was looking right and left in fear.
Quickly, he had pulled open the front of the slacks that I was wearing and he was tugging on my panties so that they were sliding down from my well-rounded hips.
When he saw the fear that was in my eyes, he said, "Don't worry about a thing, babe."
"B-but, what if someone comes by?" I asked him, afraid of getting arrested.
"I'll take care of everything!" he said in a soft and powerful voice. "Everything!"
There was something strangely reassuring about the powerful man who wanted to put me in this dangerous position. I couldn't refuse him anything and at the same time I could feel so much passion and pussy juice in my cunt that I wanted him to do anything at all to me.
He had worked my slacks and panties down so that my pussy patch was fully exposed. There I was on a street in New York City! A police car could have turned the corner at any moment and the headlights would have flashed on my reddish snatch!
Douglas could tell that I was still scared and nervous, so he pulled me even closer to the truck. Then he bent me over against the door of the truck.
I looked over my shoulder to see what he was going to do. He was spreading my legs as much as he could, considering that I still had my panties down around my thighs, and he was rubbing his finger up and down along the fur-lined slit of my pussy.
As I kept watching him, I saw that he was pulling his zipper open and taking out his thick cock. I gasped and said, "Here? On the street?"
"Quiet!" he said, slapping my bare ass. "Just shut up and take it."
The head of his hard dick was pressing against my pussy slit and I could feel it pushing apart the supple flesh of my vagina and working its way into my hot hole.
Leaning against the truck in the open like that was making me even hotter!
There had been a few times in the past that I had taken a cock up my pussy when I had been leaning forward like that. But usually when I took a cock from behind I had been able to bend further forward and to take it into me at the correct angle.
Now, since I was trying to hide myself in the shadow of the parked truck and since I did not want to jut my ass up too far right there on the street, the cock was shoving into me at a strange angle and the flared head was scraping against the tender flesh of my pussy.
The powerfully built man managed to work the entire length of his dick all the way up into my hot hole and then I got up on my toes in order to try to relax my cunt lips and the strange angle at which he was slamming into my body.
He started to shove his dick back and forth, in and out of me. I could feel it rubbing hotly against the tender flesh that was inside of my body and the pussy flesh was quickly responding to the movements of his cock.
Then he pushed his dick all the way into me and rubbed it to the right and to the left. I could feel his heavy balls pressing against the smooth flesh of my thighs and I could feel his blonde pubic patch rubbing against the rounded ass cheeks that were exposed.
Suddenly, he pulled his cock out of my pussy and stuffed it back into his pants. Then he said, "Pull up your pants and let's go."
He was already swaggering down the street while I was still struggling with my panties and my slacks. When the fabric of my panties pressed against my pussy lips, I could feel the hot moisture that was already collected there.
I rushed quickly to follow the man who was walking down the block to the spot where he had parked his motorcycle. He got on the bike and said, "Grab my waist."
As I was slowly getting onto the bike behind him, I said, "Is this safe? Shouldn't I be wearing a helmet? I mean, isn't there a law about having a helmet when. . . "
"If you don't want to come with me, you don't have to!" he snapped.
I got silent and then I climbed onto the back of his bike and grabbed onto his body. He zoomed off down the streets. The idea of being on a motorcycle in Manhattan was very kinky to me because it seemed like such a dangerous thing considering the congestion of the city.
When we got to his building, he pulled his bike up between two cars and swaggered off. I got off myself and followed him into the building.
He was silent all the way up to the apartment and I felt a strange fear rushing through me. I really wasn't sure any longer that I trusted this man completely.
Douglas was very powerful and he could have hurt me in many different ways. He had already proven that he was brutal and I wasn't at all sure just how brutal he was.
But, we were on our way to his apartment and my cunt was so hot and juicy that I knew
I could not turn away from the opportunity of making it with him.
As soon as he had the door to his apartment shut, he turned to me and snapped, "Get out of your clothes, girl! I want you naked!"
"Yes!" I said, pulling on the blouse and the slacks that I was wearing.
"Sir!" he shouted, correcting my error in a clipped voice.
"Yes, sir," I said as I peeled my panties down my legs and stood naked in front of him.
"Now you may take off my boots!" he said as he sat down in a big chair.
I started to struggle with his boots and I was pulling at them without any success. Then he said, "Put one hand behind the heel and one hand on the toe. Then pull!"
When I tried this, I made just a little bit of headway, so he grabbed my hips in his powerful hands and pulled me so that my ass was facing him and his foot was between my legs. "Now do it again, girl! And do it right!" he sneered.
As I was pulling on his motorcycle boot, his other filthy boot pressed down against my ass cheeks for leverage. As the first boot slipped off, I went toppling forward.
. .hen I lifted myself up and began to work on his second boot. Again I could feel his other foot pressing against the cheeks of my ass, but since the first boot was already off it was only the foot with the sock on it that was pushing at me.
I fell to the floor again and when I looked up, he was pressing his filthy foot down against my face as he said, "Take my sock off, girl!"
"Wh-why?" I asked, pulling away from him. "Why should I do that?"
"You want to get fucked, don't you?" he asked, coyly. "If you want to get my cock up your pussy, you will follow my instructions precisely!"
I paused and then his foot was rubbing back and forth on my face as he said, "You may pull my socks off now. But I want you to use your teeth to do it."
It was not easy to grasp at the white socks with my teeth. As I worked at pulling on the thick and smelly fabric, I was getting nauseous.
But I knew that I had to do it. There was an aching in my pussy and I wanted to have that cock stuffing my cunt. I had to do whatever he told me to do, even if it meant sliding his socks off with my teeth as if I were his pet.
His bare feet were right in my face as he said, "Lick them clean! Then I'll see if you deserve my cock!" He laughed a deep and cruel laugh.
My tongue slid all around his big toe and then it pressed into the gaps between his toes and tried to clean out the sweaty areas completely.
I was so anxious to get fucked that I had to do all of that. Then I took his big toe between my teeth and I started to suck on the thick slab of flesh.
Pressing my teeth tightly against the toe, I rubbed my teeth from side to side and heard the hulking man sigh softly. That thrilled me. Knowing that I was able to send a thrill through his body was enough to get me very excited.
Then he started to pull down his pants and to toss off his leather jacket. He pulled up his tee shirt as well and then he was naked, revealing his massive and hairy body to me.
"Suck my dick!" he said in a mean way.
"Yes, sir," I said as an automatic reaction to his command.
I opened my mouth wide and I took the cock head between my lips. Then I slid . forward so that the entire cock was rubbing along the length of my tongue.
His powerful hand pressed against the back of my head and he would not let me pull my head up from his rammer. It was choking me, but he didn't seem to care about that.
Then he pushed me back on the floor and tossed my legs up in the air as he said, "Do you want to get fucked by my thick cock?"
"Yes!" I cried out, pulling anxiously at my own moist pussy flesh.
"Tell me how bad you want it!" he commanded as if he were a master sergeant.
"I want it so bad that I hurt!" I said, not knowing what else to say.
He was sliding his big fist back and forth along the length of his hard-on as he said, "If that's the best you can do, I might as well shoot my load jerking off!"
"No!" I said, reaching up and pressing my hand against his cock head.
Slapping my hand away from his dick, he said, "Beg for it! If you want my cock you can beg for it! And if you don't beg me good enough, then you won't get it!"
"Please!" I pleaded, with a whimper in my voice. "I need that cock in my pussy. I'm begging you to fuck my hot pussy with that big dick!"
"Beg me some more! Beg for your pleasure!" he commanded.
"I'm begging you! Please! Please fuck my pussy! I would do anything for you if you would shove that thick cock up my hot pussy!" I cried out.
"Yeah?" he asked with a wry smile on his face. Then he pressed his cock head against the tight slit of my cunt and he began to work his prong into my hot hole.
The pussy flesh was parting and the cock was sliding into me as he worked his way deeper and deeper against the hot and moist cunt meat.
Once he was all the way inside of my pussy, he started to fuck me. Under my back I could feel the scratchy surface of the living room carpet, but I didn't care.
The only thing that mattered at that moment was the fact that I had the cock inside of me.
As he continued to fuck my cunt, the door to the apartment opened. I was aware of the fact that someone was walking into the place.
When I looked to the side I saw a woman's legs walking right beside me. The man who was shoving his dick in and out of my cunt seemed completely oblivious to the woman.
She went directly into the bedroom and ignored the two of us on the living room floor.
Douglas kept on ramming his dick in and out of my hot hole and then he slammed in very hard and I could feel the base of his hard-on expanding out and sending a load of gism up toward the head of his thick prong.
Then he was shooting load after load of flaming cock juice up into the confines of my vagina and my pussy was responding by tightening around the thick dick and spasming with moist and wild vibrations that were sucking the juice from the man.
He pulled his cock out of my cunt and, just as when we were in the bar, I was too intimidated to speak. I just looked at him and he knew that it was up to him to say something.
But, I was not prepared for what he said to me. Looking me over, he said, "Get dressed and go home now, girl."
"Wh-what?" I asked him as he stood up over me.
He tossed my clothes at me and said, "You heard me."
"B-but, it's the middle of the night!" I said as I remained motionless.
"Are you gonna make trouble?" he snapped, spinning toward me. "I want you to leave."
Slowly, I began to get dressed. Then he pointed to the bedroom and said, "There's nowhere for you to sleep. My wife is in that room and we only have the one bed."
"Your wife?" I asked, more than a little stunned by that revelation.
"She knows that I have a hot cock and that I like to try out new pussies," he said in a very matter-of-fact tone. Then he stood there waiting for me to finish dressing.
After the information that I had heard about his wife, I no longer hesitated in dressing. I just wanted to get out of the place as fast as I could.
It was very awkward as the naked man led me to the door. That is, I felt awkward. I'm sure that he didn't feel awkward at all. I turned to him and said, "Good night."
Douglas just nodded to me and then shut the door in my face.