Chapter 8
Vi responded to my request with a smile and a nod of her head. She responded the way any of my girls might, for that was their job, and they were always willing-always had to be willing-to give me exactly what I wanted. They were not there to ask questions or to put me off until they were in a better mood or when they felt like making love. No, their job was to respond: to give me what I wanted, whenever I wanted it.
They were like prostitutes, I saw suddenly, seeing an aspect of my life that I was never aware of before this moment. They were beautiful and refined and they were called by another name, but they were prostitutes nonetheless. They were paid for the use of their bodies, and nothing less. And I, I realized, was their John.
The blue hot pants outfit that Vi was wearing buttoned down the front, and her fingers moved slowly down each button, lingering, drawing out the thrill of anticipation for as long as she could. She was dealing in fantasy, dispensing it to me, like a pornographic film unreeling before my eyes, only there to titillate and excite me.
Yet, despite my realization of what was happening, I found myself growing aroused. A thrill went through my crotch, and I watched, in fascination, the way you can be drawn to something and be repulsed by it in the same moment, as she worked her nimble fingers down the front of her clothing, parting it for me so that I could grow excited by the supple loveliness of her naked flesh. My mouth grew dry, and my palms began to sweat. There was a hardness in my cock now, a growing stiffness that did not consider my mind or my feelings; a stiffness that did not know who Heather was, nor did it care. All my body could remember was that I had wanted sex this morning, and I had been denied it. I wasn't used to being put off; Xanadu had spoiled me, and the thrill of knowing that I could take what I wanted, from whomever I wished, came back to me as a very real benefit, and I could not put that idea out of my mind. I wanted Vi now-my body wanted herl-as much as I had wanted Heather the night before. And, perhaps, even more than I had wanted Heather.
"You like what you see, don't you?" Vi said. Her lips were red and wet, and her eyes were narrow, sensual slits through which her burning, ice-cold blue eyes smoldered. "I can see that you like me. Your cock is big already. It's standing up for me."
I stood there, frozen by her words, hating my body for responding, yet aching to indulge in the sexual fantasy that Vi was weaving for me. My cock throbbed, pushing against the fabric of my pants, like a prisoner trying to escape, longing to be free and naked in front of her.
The top of her hot pants set was completely parted, like a shirt buttoning down the front, and I could see the pale whiteness of her naked body. It was stark against the blue material, like a naked canvass inside of an azure frame. I could see the firm rise of her breasts, pushing out the material, lifting it away from her body like twin mountains of pink flesh. The flap of the top was draped across her nipple, just covering it, and Vi pulled it back slowly, revealing the nipple for me to see. It was a very sensual move, a very erotic move, and it excited me very much.
"Do you like my titties, Mr. Caldwell?" she asked, tickling the nipple with her long red fingernail. The flesh was puckered and stiff, like a pouting mouth, and I could hear the scrape of the nail across the flesh.
She lifted the tit in her hand, cupping it as though it were an apple, and she pulled the breast up toward her mouth. She bent her face down, looking at me through the slant of her eyes, and her long red tongue slid wetly from her lips. The tongue stretched, then touched, and she began to lick the stiff nipple back and forth, pushing the breast upward with her hand until the flesh was all white from the pressure of her pinching fingers.
"Do you like that?" she asked, letting a single dribble of saliva roll from her tongue so that it dripped directly on the nipple. I watched, breathlessly, as the ball of wetness rolled across the mound of her breast, like a river or a stream cutting across a hill. "Would you like to do that to my titties, Mr. Caldwell? Would you like to put them in your mouth and suck on them? I'll bet you do! It makes your cock hard to just think about it, doesn't it, Mr. Caldwell?"
She was teasing me and enjoying it because she knew that it was exciting me. As all the rest, she knew the right words and the proper approach: stimulating me was a science that had been perfected by all the generations of Xanadu women. Vi was just the most recent in the long, sexual evolution of this company. She was practicing her arts on me, and I, of course, was reacting to her every movement.
She dropped her breast and moved her hand to the side of her hot pants. She snapped the button open with a flick of her fingers, then began to work on the zipper. She pulled it down slowly.
"I bet you're wondering," Vi said. "I bet you're wondering whether I'm wearing any panties. Can you see? Can you see down the front of my pants?"
Without really wanting to, I found myself staring at her crotch, trying to look over the waistband of her pants to see just how she was dressed. But the pants were too tight, even though the zipper was almost open, and all I could see was the creamy whiteness of her perfect, unmarred belly.
"Well, I'm not," she said, releasing her hold on the pants. "I never wear panties. Never! They're too restricting. They get in the way when I'm in the mood to fuck. And I'm in the mood to fuck right now."
The hot pants fell from her legs with the aid of her slow, grinding hip movements. I watched, still frozen in my excitement, as the moving material slid slowly down, revealing more and more of her pure white belly. Then there was a fluffy patch of redness, her pubic hair, and it looked like fire curling up around the curve of her cunt. The hair was flaming red, shockingly so against the paleness of her flesh, like a cap covering the tip of her cunt.
"Pussy, pussy, pussy," Vi said, touching her cunt once the pants were completely down. She stepped out of them and shrugged out of her blue top. She stood completely naked in front of me. "Do you like my red-hot pussy, Mr. Caldwell?"
Involuntarily, my voice croaked, "Yes."
"Good," she crooned, touching it for my benefit. She opened her legs and tilted her hips forward, toward me, so that I could see under her body. The hair was just as red underneath, although less dense, and I could see freckles on the lips of her cunt.
Heather was gone from my mind, but I was too excited to feel any guilt or any sense of loss. All I was aware of was that fiery red cunt of hers, and the knowledge that very soon it would be all over my body.
She parted the lips of her cunt with her thumb and index fingers. The slit glistened wetly, and I could see the swollen button of her clitoris, jutting out between the lips, like a burning ember in the forest of her hair. Her cunt made a sticky, wet noise as she parted the lips, and I could see the inner lips, like a thin mouth, already coated with a film of her discharge.
Vi touched her middle finger to her cunt, parting the inner flap of the lips with the long red nail. "Ooooh! I'm all wet, Mr. Caldwell. My pussy is all wet for your cock." She slid the finger all the way in, so far that it couldn't go any further, and she made a moaning, sighing sound as the fist of her hand pushed against her cunt.
She pulled the wet finger out and held it up in front of my face. It was shiny with dampness, and I could smell the strongly sexual odor of her cunt. She pursed her lips and slid the wet finger in and out of her mouth, sucking it clean, as though it were a cock.
"How would you like me to do that to your cock, Mr. Caldwell?" Vi asked. "Take it out. Pull your hot cock out of your pants and let me suck it. My mouth is aching for it-take it out!"
I seemed dazed, my senses dulled, and I couldn't react quickly enough. My hand came up to my zipper, but I felt torn, as though there was something warring deep inside of me, holding back my hand.
But, again, Vi was not to be put off. "Let me do it, then," she said, and her hand, still wet from her mouth and cunt, moved to my zipper, pushing my hand aside, and she opened my pants.
"Oooh, you're hot! I can feel the heat right through your pants. And hard." She squeezed in with her fingers. "Your cock is very hard, Mr. Caldwell."
Deftly, she slipped her hand into my shorts, circled the shaft of my cock, and she pulled it out, making sure to pull free the whole sac of my balls. They hung heavily down the front of my pants, scraping against the open zipper.
"You're big, sir. It's the biggest cock I've ever seen in my life," she lied. She stroked it with her curled fist, starting at the base and ending at the tip, pulling it towards her with her warm hand.
"Let me suck it for you," she said, and before I could say anything, Vi dropped to her knees in front of me, as though she were praying, and she swallowed the shaft of my cock between her wet lips.
Her mouth was hot, and she sucked up very hard so that my cock had to scrape erotically past her lips, between her teeth, and against her tongue. She lifted me with her tongue, pressing me against the wet roof of her mouth, and hollowed her cheeks, bringing them into play, pressing them against the trembling sides of my cock. It was as though I were buried in a warm, wet envelope of flesh-like a cunt!
-and it was rubbing up and down against me with a sucking, wet friction.
Through the intensity of the pleasure, a thought came to me: Vi was using her mouth on me! They always had to use their mouth, as though their cunt was unimportant, or they didn't trust it to excite me. But the mouth was a sure thing: you had to be dead not to be excited with a licking, wet mouth.
Yet Heather, Heather, I realized, excited and sensing something, had not used her mouth on me!
The revelation did something to me: it touched my mood in a certain way. I felt confident again, and sure of myself. It was as though I were drawing from some untapped well of strength I never knew I had.
I watched, excited now, as Vi sunk her lips to the base of my belly, drawing the full length of my cock into her mouth. She slid her head from side to side, and I felt my cock gliding across her tongue. The head of my organ was pressed against the opening of her throat, and I could feel it opening and closing, like a valve, as she sucked in her hot breath to keep from smothering.
I made my first move then. I dropped my hands to the top of her head and tangled my fingers in her bright red hair. I pulled her face to me, sliding the pounding thickness of my cock in and out of her mouth. I was using her now. I was in command.
I could feel the wetness of her saliva all over my cock, wetting it down, making it slippery so that it would slide effortlessly in and out of her pursed lips. Her cheeks flushed, then hollowed as I pulled her tightly into me, and I watched wetness dribble from the corners of her mouth as the hunching thickness of my cock pulled her lips apart. I could feel it dribbling on my balls, making them stick to her chin every time I thrust forward into the sucking mouth of her wetness.
I hunched my hips and pulled her head up by the hair so that the direction of my cock had changed. Now I was thrusting up into her mouth, battering the head of my cock against the back of her throat. She gagged once, and had to open her lips to breathe, but it didn't slow me, and I continued to thrust mercilessly into her.
After all, I said to myself, isn't that what I paid her for?
Vi gobbled my cock as though it were an air-hose and she were drowning. She glued her lips to it, tightening them around the head of my cock anytime my thrusts became too wild that it threatened to disengage me. I felt her tongue curl up, pushing stiffly at the underside of my cock, pressing the swollen head against the roof of her month to increase the friction. She tightened her hands on my hips, snarling them in my trousers, and she began to pull back at me, matching my upward strokes with equally forceful downward plunges of her lips. She worked her head like a machine, a pump, sliding up and down, taking in the whole length of my cock with each thrust until her features became a blur, and her head was like a moving red streak across my belly.
"Suck it, you bitch!" I yelled, using her so that I didn't have to feel used. "Suck it out you pussy! You cunt! You cocksucking mouth!"
My back was straining, and my legs ached from supporting her leaning weight. Sweat was running down my body, making my clothing stick to me. I looked down and observed her from my standing height: I watched as her pert tits flapped, like a flag in the breeze, as each one of my thrusts into her made her body shake.
"Enough!" I said. I pushed her away from me roughly, and she fell back hard on her ass. I felt her teeth scraping across the stiff tip of my cock as she lost balance, and the pain hurt and excited me.
Vi's face was disordered. Her eyes were clouded with either passion or anger, and her lips were wet and slobbery. Her lipstick was smeared orange all over her chin, and her hair was wild and tossed from my handling. Sweat streaked through her makeup, and it made her skin look greasy. She was gasping for breath.
"My clothes are too heavy," I said. "They're smothering me. I'm going to take them off."
Vi's chest was heaving fitfully, the bright pink tips of her nipples bobbing like corks in a rough sea. Her lips trembled as she forced herself to speak.
"Do you want me to help you?"
I looked down at her. "No. I'll do it myself. You get over on the bed and watch me. And play with yourself while you're watching. Play with your cunt."
Violet walked to the bed and sat down, facing me. She leaned back, spreading her thighs. Her cunt was very wet, and it was open. I could see the ring of pink muscles screwing open and closed, as though it too was trying to catch its breath. She put her hand on her cunt and began to masturbate, using her index and middle fingers. Her hand rolled swiftly, touching the spot just above her clitoris, and it was evident that she was giving herself pleasure. I saw her thigh quiver once, and her body stiffened as she pressed her cunt forward, obviously experiencing a sudden swell of intense excitement.
"Good," I said, and I began to undress. "Talk to me while you're doing it. Tell me how it feels."
"It feels ... good," she began, her voice colored with emotion. "Hot and wet. Very wet. My fingers keep on slipping on the clitoris. Oh! ... that felt good. It was a wave of pleasure. I'm close to coming. I can feel it building in my cunt. ... Oh Jesus! ... I'm going to come if you don't hurry. Please."
I was naked now, and my cock felt hot and swollen. It was still very wet from Vi's mouth, and the cool air tickled against it, and made it tingle sensually.
I walked over to the bed. I could hear the wet movement of Vi's hand as she worked on her cunt. It was a gummy swishing sound.
"Turn over," I said. "Get on your hands and knees."
Apprehension worked into the look on her face, but she obeyed, turning over, elevating her ass. She leaned forward and cushioned herself in her folded arms so that her back sloped down on a decline.
I put my hands between her thighs. "Spread your legs more and move back towards me so that your ass hangs over the edge of the bed."
She did as I asked, but lifted her head and turned back toward me. "Are you going to fuck me?"
"Yes," I said slowly. "I'm going to fuck you right up your tight little ass."
I thought I saw her body tremble, but I couldn't be sure that it wasn't a shudder of excitement. And, with little more consideration, I bent forward, taking her ass cheeks in my hands, and I began to lick my tongue up and down the crack of her ass.
"Oh my God!" Vi moaned the moment my tongue touched her flash. This time I knew she trembled because I felt it. A violent, almost uncontrollable quaking of her muscles.
I held her ass cheeks in my hands, pulling them apart with my straining fingers. I watched as the tight brown circle of her anus stretched under the pressure of my hands, pulling the mouth open so that at the center was a tiny black hole. I slid my tongue into the hole, prodding it with the wet tip, trying to stuff it up inside of her with my thrusts.
"Oh Jesus!" she cried, screwing her ass back in my face. "Eat it! Oh, please, God-Eat it!"
I could smell the musky odor of her dripping cunt as I brought my face close to her ass. My chin rubbed against the uppermost tip as my tongue sank into her, and I could feel its slimy wetness rubbing against me. My cheeks touched the straining muscles of her ass, and my lips were pressed wetly around the puckered mouth of her anus.
Vi began to rock back and forth on her knees, banging her ass into my face almost as if she were trying to impale herself on my tongue. She screwed her hips around in a tight circle, as if she were fucking with me, and she were trying for a deeper penetration.
"Stick it in me!" she screamed, trying to knock me down with the punching thrusts of her ass. "Oh God! You're driving me crazy! It's like a fire inside of me! Stick it in harder!"
I tried to accommodate her wish: I pulled at the cheeks of her ass with all my might, spreading it as far as I could, and I stiffened my tongue. I jabbed it forward, into her, and felt the clutching spasm of her sphincter as it tried to close around my tongue.
"Ohhhhh!" she cried.
I could feel the tight walls of her anal canal pressing against the thrusting wedge of my tongue as I slid it wetly in and out of her, lubricating the passageway. My chin was pressed flat against her crotch, with my nose pushed painfully flat so that I could penetrate her as deeply as I could. I wiggled the tongue around inside of her, and she danced in pleasure, responding to the flicks of my tongue as if it were a whip, and I were beating her with it.
The canal was as wet as I could make it, and I quickly withdrew my tongue. Her ass followed my movement, trying to recapture the flitting sting of my tongue, but I moved too quickly. I turned my head, wetting my index finger in my mouth, and I thrust the finger into the open hole of Vi's ass-hole.
"Oh, it hurts!" she moaned, moving her ass away. Oh!"
But I followed her withdrawal, thrusting hard, almost viciously, until my finger was enclosed in the warm grip of her ass, pushed down to the curl of my fist. Her muscles clenched shut, trying to expel me in a spasm of downward pressure. But I held fast.
"Oh my God!" she moaned, her legs trembling. "It feels like you're in my stomach. You're in so deep!"
I began to rotate the finger, turning it slowly to the right, then to the left. The muscles tightened, then relaxed, and the movement of my finger became easy and free, as though I had reamed out a tunnel inside of her ass. I began to push in and out again, pulling my finger almost out of her ass, then thrusting it in again until the finger had returned to its original position.
"Fuck me, please," Violet begged. Her cunt lips were quivering, and she was trying to rub her swollen clitoris against my dangling fingers. "Fuck me, Mr. Caldwell. Before I explode."
I pulled the finger out, and it made a wet, popping sound. I thought her body was going to collapse. I put both my hands under the moons of her ass, shoring it up so that it was high and spread widely open for my penetration. The twin cheeks were covered with a film of perspiration, and rivers of sweat were running down the valley just below her ass, trickling between the lips of her wet, open cunt.
My cock was still wet from her mouth, but I spit in my hands and rubbed the spittle over the shaft of my cock, wetting again, with one finger, the tight ring of her anus. Once wet, I moved in closer, and the tip of my organ was pressed against the small brown hole. I gripped the cheeks of her ass tightly in my fingers, and with one motion, I pulled them apart and thrust in simultaneously.
"Oh God!" Vi screamed. "Ohmigod! You're killing me! You're too big!"
But I was in. Just the tip of my cock, but I was in her ass. I had to lean forward, pressing my weight into her, to keep her from expelling me. Her anal muscles screwed down, crushing the tip of my blunt cock, trying to squeeze it to death. Certainly, my pain had to be as intense as hers at the moment.
"Loosen up!" I grunted. "Relax! You'll kill us both!"
But the grip of her muscles was vise-like, and she began to press her legs together. There was only one way to overcome it, I saw, and that was to thrust forward into her. Once the pleasure of fucking began, she would loosen naturally.
I leaned forward and wrapped my hands around Vi's thighs. My fingers dug into her flesh, and I propelled my hips forward, thrusting as hard as I could. Vi screamed in agony, but I felt something give, and I slid into her.
"Aaggggghh!" she moaned. "Oh, please! It hurts! It hurts!"
She was still crushing down with her anal muscles, but I was completely inside of her. I began to move slowly in and out, rocking back and forth as my cock tunneled up into her ass. She squeezed and ground her hips, but I continued to thrust, and soon her cries of pain had become pleas for continuement.
"Oh, it hurts!" she moaned. "But don't stop! It feels so good! It hurts so good. Oh Jesus! It's like my insides are on fire! You're so deep! So thick and hard!"
She was pressing back to meet me now, rocking on her knees like a dog in heat. Her anal canal was tight, tighter than any cunt I'd ever felt, but it was greased and slippery, and my cock sawed in and out with an insistent rhythm. My balls were swinging like dead-weights, banging into her wet cunt like clappers from some silent bell.
My back was straining to keep up my tempo, and my cock felt as though it were on fire. She tightened her muscles and rolled her ass, rotating my cock as though it were a crank, and she were winding it. She screwed her cunt against the hard muscles of my thighs, trying to rub out the fire that had turned her body into raw nerve endings.
I let go of her thighs, and I stood more erect. I put my hands on the top of her back, bending my knees, and I pushed my cock in and out of her ass, feeling my orgasm beginning to mount. My balls felt as though they were filling with hot water, and they began to expand, getting ready to explode. I thrust with all my might, watching as the thick staff of my cock disappeared into the tiny opening between Violet's ass.
"Oh Jesus!" she screamed, surprised. "I'm coming! Oh, God, I'm coming. Fuck me hard! Fuck me hard!"
like a chain-reaction, Vi's orgasm set off mine. I felt my cock rupture inside of her ass, as though the head had come off inside of her. My sperm gushed out, under pressure, spewing into the constricted tunnel of her throbbing rectum. like a stream of pressurized water, my sperm spit from the hole of my cock, splattering like hot oil inside of her ass. My balls ached from keeping up with the steady flow of swirling, hot blobs of the sticky white substance, and Vi screwed her ass back, swallowing my cock again, trying to suck from it even more of the flow.
My hips pounded against her ass, and the slapping sound of sweaty flesh filled the air. I felt my cock deflating inside of the tight canal, but that didn't slacken her enthusiasm, and she tightened the passageway even more in compensation. She rolled and rocked and ground her hips, trying to take my cock off inside of her.
"Fuck me!" she screamed, incoherent in the ecstasy of her orgasm. "Fuck my ass!"
I tried, but my cock felt as though it were broken. But she continued to squeeze it, massaging it almost, until it felt wet and pulpy. It slipped out of the hole, wide and gaping now, and a milky white ooze leaked out, like blood from an open wound.
Violet fell forward on the bed, face down and spread-eagled. I staggered back, weakened, and surveyed my handiwork. It was then that I noticed that she had buried two fingers in her cunt. Sperm trickled down from her ass, and it slid like gelatin around her finger-engorged cunt.
I sat on the bed next to her. My cock ached and it was completely flaccid. More than that, for it seemed shrunken and deflated. My whole crotch was stained with my sperm, cold now, dripping on my balls.
I put my hand on her ass and patted it. It was good. But it was not as good. Something was missing.
"How was it, Vi?" I asked. My throat felt constricted, and the knot, like a swallowed basketball, had returned to twist my stomach into something hard.
She grunted. "I-I've never felt anything..."
Her voice trailed off into a broken mumble.
But I didn't need her words. I knew what I wanted to learn. My experiment had been successful. What had happened with Heather, had not happened with Vi. And, even though Vi was a professional, something was missing.
I felt good; jovial almost. I put my hand back on her ass, and I slapped it with a stinging blow.
"Can I ask you a question?" I said.
"What?" she croaked.
"How much do you get paid to work here?"
"Three hundred dollars a week," she answered. "Plus expenses."
She thought for a moment, then turned towards me. "Why?"
"Nothing," I answered. "I was just curious."