Chapter 1
Veronica slipped the fingers of her right hand up her cunt and watched the morning light slowly penetrate the room. She had not slept all night nor had she really tried to sleep. Tense and anxious, she had left George's side to sit in the velvet covered wing chair opposite the French windows. And now it was here-the day she both dreaded and looked forward to with wild anticipation. And yet she did not understand the cause of her excitement. Now that the day was upon her she considered the matter seriously for the first time. George was leaving for a business trip to Boston; but surely it was not the thought of his absence which caused her heart to thud so violently that she sat with her lips slightly parted and trembling. In the first place, she didn't particularly care to have George leave and, in the second place, his presence had almost never prevented her from indulging in her favorite pastime, sex. If anything, having George nearby contributed to the thrill. She had, in fact, had had wild sex almost under his nose on several reckless occasions. The sex fair that afternoon, of course, promised to be daring and exciting, but she was, once again, accustomed to taking incredible risks for her pleasure.
Whatever it was that caused her heart to beat alternately with fear and excitement was buried deep inside and went beyond both George's absence and the sex fair. And depth, unless it was the depth of her hot tunnel, did not interest Veronica. Besides, George had had a restless night, too. When she had left the bed, he had been tossing his magnificent body restlessly. Perhaps it was the phase of the moon or something else beyond her control. She pushed all thoughts from her mind. For whatever reason she had anticipated the day, ft had arrived. The day was to be seized and experienced voluptuously.
She leaned forward and watched the this, probing shaft of light thicken and suddenly burst, spilling pale light into the darkened corners of the elegant room. Haw sexual, she thought Christ, must everything be sexual to me? Freud would have loved me. Living proof that everything can be reduced to sex. And I would have loved Freud. I've never had a man with a beard like that eat my pussy. She slipped her fingers oat of her slit and sniffed them with her eyes closed. My dear, you're such a cunt. A real cunt, George would simply shit if he knew.
The room was filled with light now, and she heard the sound of a garden hose being turned on. Tom was out there, that cocky son of a bitch. Without a shirt With nothing on, in fact, except tight denim jeans. Well, there's no denying; me way that lean bastard hangs onto that garden hose realty is sexual. She stood up and walked towards the French windows. The transparent peignoir fell away from her body, and she brought her hands up to cup her tits. They were huge. She smiled now to remember that her tits had once been a painful source of embarrassment to her. Her sorority sisters had called her M.M. for Miracle Mountains, and she had tried to conceal them. It had upset her most of all that such big tits prevented her from wearing the chic dresses from the third floor of I. Magnin. Ladies are supposed to have large breasts! Well, those dizzy cunts at the sorority would probably give their eye teeth now for a pair of man-sized knockers.
Holding the peignoir loosely closed with one band, Veronica stepped outside and walked across the lawn towards the sound of the hose. Tom was standing with his back to her, his legs slightly apart in a self-assured stance. The faded material of his jeans hugged the slight curve of his small, muscular ass. She stood for a moment and watched his body as it moved with the swaying motion of the hose. He was very slim but muscular, and his body was a rich golden brown from going without a shirt day after day. She drew in her breath and held it for a moment, sensing the strength of his body, anticipating the powerful thrust of his ass.
Tom turned around, and her eyes fell on the lean hard muscles of his stomach before settling upon the large swelling at his crotch. He wore nothing under the faded jeans, and his shaft was clearly out-lined. Her eyes followed the thick bulge which rose upwards and then curved to the right and down. She had imposed only one restriction upon her sexual activities and that was never to sleep with the help, but there was that strange aura which hung about the day. Without lifting her eyes from Tom's crotch, she said, "You don't wear underwear, do you?"
"No," he answered. He dropped the hose which jerked wildly for a moment and then settled behind the rhododendrons. Tom's right hand reached down and slowly cradled the bulge in his pants. "It makes the broads hot," he said. He smiled at her. His eyes were half-closed, and he brushed his fingertips back and forth along his cock.
"How is it we've never fucked? You've been here flaunting that thing for five months now." Her coolness amazed her. He was too arrogant, too cock sure. She mustn't let him know how much she suddenly wanted to have that cock rammed up her cunt. He mustn't know unless, of course, that was what was needed to have him.
"I knew you'd get around to it sooner or later. You want it?" He continued to smile at her as he slowly unzipped his fly. He withdrew his hand and crossed his arms on his chest His pants were too tight to fall down even though his fly was completely unzipped. She could see the mass of chestnut-colored pubic hair and the thick base of his cock before it vanished into the material. "Well, you want it?" he asked, rocking his body forward slightly.
"You want me to beg, don't you?" she asked. "That's how you get your kicks. Making the great ladies of Hillsborough crawl on their knees for your meat"
"Well, you could start by crawling on your knees to eat me," he said.
There was no doubt the dude was gorgeous, and Veronica was hot But he was too secure in the knowledge of her desire. I'll get you, you bastard.
Veronica turned on her heels and walked behind the bushes. She threw off the peignoir with one movement and waited for him to follow. With no protection at all she felt the slight chill of the early morning, and the ground was wet from the running hose. He sauntered around the corner, his fly still unzipped, and stood in front of her. She wondered if he could detect her excitement, if he knew that she must have that cock at any cost.
"On your knees," he said.
Veronica obeyed with a faint smile. She reached forward to pull his cock out of his pants, but he quickly covered the growing bulge with his hand.
"You want it?" he demanded.
"Goddamn it, yes!"
"What for, babe?"
Veronica took a deep breath and riveted her eyes on the base of his shaft. She was determined to have that cock, and she would play the game his way until he....
"I want to eat it and then get fucked by it," she said.
"Are you good?"
"There's one way to find out," she snapped almost losing control. "That is, if you've really got the balls to find out."
She had scored a point. Without questioning Ms precious masculine image, she had nevertheless expressed a doubt about his ability to act. It was a challenge. His hand withdrew from protecting the bulge, and she reached inside. She put her hand around the shaft and pulled it out of the pants. Her chest heaved with excitement He was huge. Even though he wasn't fully erected, his cock was at least seven inches long. She began to stroke it with her hand.
"In your mouth," he said. "Let it get hard in your mouth."
Veronica took the half-hard prick into her mouth and gently moved her tongue around, savoring the slight salty taste of fresh perspiration clinging to the pubic hair. Then she reached behind and pushed his pants over the slim cheeks of his ass and pushed them down to his ankles. With her right hand, she began to stroke his ass, running her fingers lightly over the skill. With the other hand, she cupped his smooth balls and squeezed them. She looked up at him. He was standing with his hands on his hips, smiling down at her with satisfaction.
The cock began to expand la her mouth until there wasn't room enough for her tongue to move freely. The cock moved with a life of its own, suddenly pushing forcefully against the back of her mouth. Veronica tilted her head back slightly and the determined cock slid easily down her throat As the huge tool moved down her throat, Veronica ran her forefinger down the crack between the cheeks of his ass and probed the opening of his rectum.
"Christ, the whole fucking thing," he groaned. He began to rock back and forth on his heels, slowly withdrawing the thick piece of meat Bad! the head nearly slipped from her mouth and then pushing it back down her throat.
Veronica's neck began to ache from the strain of being bent back to accommodate the probing cock which was fully expanded now. She judged it to be at least nine niches. We could have such a fucking good time, if you weren't so hung up on your prick. He began to thrust into her mouth more violently now, and she began to feel slightly sick to her stomach.
"Let me fuck you," he said suddenly.
Veronica drew back and the enormous prick fell from her mouth. She watched it jerk upwards, thick and smooth, pulling against gravity. She leaned forward again and, pushing his cock to one side, greedily licked his balls. She took them both into her swollen mouth and gently probed them with her teeth. He shivered. Her right hand followed the spasm as it passed from the small of his back up into his shoulder blades.
"Come on," he said gruffly. "Let's fuck!"
She rocked back on her haunches. "Yes," she said, her chest heaving with excitement "Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me now!"
She stood up and stretched voluptuously. "Let me get on top," she said. "It's the only way the whole thing could ever get inside."
He bent down to undo his sandals and kick off the jeans which she had lowered to his ankles.
"No," she whispered quickly and massaged her tits. "I can't wait even that long. Fuck me now. Hurry!
Her desperation obviously pleased him. She sensed Mm swell with pride and gratification. She wondered . what it was like to get one's self-identity exclusively from a huge dick.
The lower half of her legs were covered with mud from the hose which he had neglected to turn off. Although she was aware that the ground had become muddy, he was too hot and too puffed up with ego to notice. He lay down on his back in the mud.
"Ride it, babe."
"You bet I will," she said. For all ifs worth.
Veronica straddled his hips, nearly slipping in the mud, and lowered herself carefully. He raised his head. With his right hand he grabbed the base of his cock and placed the other hand on her right hip. When the tip of his cock was positioned at the opening of her cunt, he smiled and lay back.
"Now, babe! Now!"
Veronica let herself drop onto him with all her force. He gasped as if the wind had been knocked out of him, and she felt the powerful shaft rip up the walls of her vagina with a furious force until she was completely impaled on the dick. She felt his balls slap up against the cheeks of her ass and then he began to rock beneath her.
Veronica leaned forward and ran her hands along his chest, manipulating his taut, hairy nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. But he was too involved in his own pleasure to reciprocate, so she removed her hands and brought them to her own aching tits. She threw her head back and rocked back and forth on his shaft as if she were riding a wild horse. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."
He was very excited,, jerking his body frantically beneath the weight of her hot flesh. His forehead broke out in beads of perspiration, and he rocked his head sideways into the mod. Veronica knew how to torn him on. She could torn on any man by figuring out their game and playing it to a certain point The humiliation he had made her pot up with had almost been worth the pleasure she now experienced. The watts of her vagina sucked at the probing shaft and every nerve in her body seemed to be concentrated on the hot sensation. His hands grabbed the cheeks of her ass roughly and he began to lift her and drop her onto his cock again and again. He was moaning and Veronica sensed that he had completely given himself up to the pleasure of fucking her. But Veronica knew that, although his passion was now beyond his control, he wasn't ready to come yet His ego demanded that he prolong die moment as long as possible.
Veronica knew how to make it last, too. But she also had the control necessary to bring herself swiftly to completion. She had had too much experience ripping off quick pieces of ass in dangerous places under George's nose not to know how to control her body. She didn't want it to end so soon with Tom, but the bastard had humiliated her or had tried to humiliate her. He had to pay. She concentrated on her own climax, rocking her body to extract the most pleasure from the prick and squeezing her tits roughly. She felt the walls of her vagina tighten around the cock with one exquisite movement and then the spasm passed quickly through her entire body. She gasped and, letting go of her tits, fell forward as wave after wave of spasm rocked her pleasure. She gasped and opened her eyes. Tom, too, was close.
Although she wanted desperately to feel the force of his load slam up the walls of her vagina, Veronica forced herself to swing off his prostrate body and stood up. She stood over him, her pussy dripping onto his cock which was suddenly and frantically jerking up and down. He looked up at her with a pleading look. "I haven't come yet," he gasped with a heavy breath.
"Then eat yourself," she snarled and stepped away quickly. Grabbing up her muddy peignoir, she stepped clear of the bushes. He half sat up as if to lunge for her, but his pants were still twisted about his ankles and he slipped in the mud. Realizing why she had insisted he not remove his trousers, he screamed. "You dirty bitch."
"Two can play the game, mother fucker," she smiled.
He was too young, too inexperienced and much too close to climax to control himself. He fell back with a groan and brought his hand to the twitching cock. Veronica watched as the cock stiffened and expanded painfully. Then the hot load of come began to spurt upwards, splattering onto his constricted chest. She shuddered with pleasure at the sight. She would have loved to have experienced that hot liquid inside her pussy. While he was still in the throes of helplessly spurting come onto his chest, Veronica quickly bent down and picked up the hose. She turned I He was too weak to resist.
Too bad. But a lady has to have some principles.
The day had begun.
Veronica was still smiling when she strutted into the master bedroom. George had kicked off the covers and was lying sprawled on his stomach. It was for just such a sight that she had convinced him to sleep nude. He looked so beautiful and so vulnerable, lying there naked with his firm ass and his hairy balls exposed. She wondered if he had an erection, if one of those wonderful, raging morning hard-ons was digging into his tanned stomach. I hope so. I hope it's good and hard for Mama this morning. I'll find out soon enough.
But first she needed a shower, and there was still at least another hour to go before it was time to wake George. She walked into the bathroom and, slipping off the wet and muddy peignoir, tossed it into the corner. She hesitated for a moment, bent to pick up the garment and stuff it into the clothes hamper and then decided to leave it on the floor.
Veronica, what are you doing? George would shit if he saw that peignoir.
But Veronica really bad no taste for reflection upon her actions. "Oh, what the hell," she muttered out loud and, dismissing the gown from her mind, she turned to consider a much more appealing reflection: that of her own body in the bathroom mirror. There was no doubt Veronica was a beauty. Thick black hair, tousled and matted from the morning romp in the mud, fell upon her smooth shoulders. Black eyes, too. Large black eyes set off by a complexion which was dangerously close to olive. Several generations back some Italian blood had slipped into her family accidentally via the servant's quarters, and it had suddenly manifested itself in the face and body of Veronica. The face of a sulky angel, and a voluptuous body made for pleasure.
Veronica's mother had been horrified by the dark sensuality of the child, and she had never once let Veronica forget that Italian blood flowed in her veins and that it was evil, low-class blood. Her mother had said, "Well, I suppose it's all right if you just look like one of them. I just hope you don't start acting like them. You know how they are!" It had never occurred to Veronica (or, apparently, to her mother) that they both shared the same blood. And Veronica hadn't, as a matter-of-fact, known in the least how they were. But she found out, filled with stories of wild sexual promiscuity by her classmates. And, like a dutiful and a hateful daughter, she became the physical embodiment of her mother's deepest fears. Tough shit.
Veronica stepped into the shower and let the hot water spray over her body. She still tingled from the exertion and the excitement of jumping up from Tom's thick shaft so soon after she had rocked with spasmodic ecstasy. She soaped herself thoroughly and wished Tom had been sensual enough to use his hands on her as she now used them on herself. What a magnificent cock. If I were a man, I'd probably turn queer out of sheer love for thick, throbbing cocks.
She dried herself and walked naked back into the bedroom. George was still asleep. She sat at the vanity and began to brush the snarls out of her hair, staring all the while at his naked body. He's so fucking beautiful. George, I love you. George.
Veronica did love George or was, at least, convinced she loved him. That was something she simply had to cope with. She was plagued with doubts about his love, however. He never tried to control her in any way. Of course, he would be furious if he ever found out about her sexual escapades. She felt sure it would hurt him deeply, but she continued to take risks. She continued to get herself fucked by just about any stud who wanted her, and she frequently got fucked right under George's nose. Veronica, you are a fool. But she had always rationalized all the others on the grounds that she loved only George. The others were just fucks. They had nothing to do with George and her. But, still and all, she took incredible risks getting those studs to bang her, knowing that it would hurt George. This afternoon, of course, with the sex fair, would be the greatest risk yet. She sighed.
George had been her first piece of ass. Her very first. At a time when all her sorority sisters had long since learned to grit their teeth and bear it, Veronica had clung to her virginity out of fear that her mother's fears would prove to be justified. But her classmates all talked about it at such great lengths. She had felt left out on two counts: her big tits and her virginity. Finally on the night of her sorority's senior dance, Veronica had said to her roommate, "Damn it, Josie, I'm going to get fucked tonight"
And Josie, wise Josie, had shrugged her shoulders and said, "Well you ought to do something with If before it rots."
She and George had met that night She had been determined. George had been nervous and shy. She remembered gasping with fear when he had pulled his cock out of his pants. But he fucked the shit out of me in the bock seat of that old Pontiac. Fucked me with a vengeance. George bad, indeed, fucked her royally, and her fear vanished within minutes after that big cock had been implanted in her tight little pussy. They had been too young for any preliminaries, too young even to bother getting undressed. Fully clothed, with George's cock sticking out of his opened fly and her gown pulled up around her waist, they had lost their virginity together. She had lain back while her body had rocked with George's awkward thrusts and had experienced a strange thrill to realize her mother had been right all along. She was, indeed, a bad girl. George had obviously been as pleased as she was, because they were married within one month. Veronica still loved him, had never loved anyone else. And, besides being her first lay, he was still the best.
George moved slightly on the bed. Veronica, always alert for this sort of thing, turned around and looked at him. Yes, his pelvis had thrust slightly into the mattress. He's got a hard-on! She felt the blood rush to her face, stinging her ears, and her heart began to beat faster. Christ, he makes me so fucking hot.
Veronica walked over to the bed and looked down at George's ass. In his sleep he pushed into the mattress again. She imagined the stiff cock, pressed between his stomach and the mattress. She gently crawled onto her knees between George's sprawled legs and looked down at the heavy sac lying on the white sheets. Slowly, so as not to awaken him too quickly, Veronica separated the cheeks of his ass. Then she leaned forward and gently brushed the puckered pink bud of his ass-hole with her tongue. Then she licked it a few times until George began to stir and moan softly. When she knew he was half awake, she spread his cheeks enough to allow her tongue to plunge into his ass-hole. He moaned in his throat and lifted his ass to meet her probing tongue. She plunged in and out quickly like a hummingbird drinking nectar. Then she ran her tongue down to his balls and sucked on them, savoring fully the morning smell of George. He lifted his ass again, and she knew he wanted her tongue up his ass again. She responded to his wish immediately, licking furiously at the pink, twitching membrane. Her tongue began to ache from being extended and from thrusting forward with such force.
Then, flinging one leg over her, George rolled onto his back. Lifting his head with one arm, he smiled down at her, and, grabbing onto his throbbing cock with his free hand, he said, "Here, if you want something to eat."
Her breasts heaved with pleasure and excitement She took the base of the thick shaft in her hand and began to tease the head of Ms cock with her tongue. Then she slipped her tongue between the foreskin and the head and ran it back and forth.
"Jesus," he cried out and jerked his head forward.
His pleasure excited her tremendously. She was accustomed to George. She had, in fact, taught him many things, and she knew exactly what to do to drive him wild with pleasure. She looked at the thick seven inches with a shiver of delight before sinking her mouth over it George grabbed onto the side of her head and held her firmly. He began shoving his cock in and out of her month. He rolled onto his side and, holding her head firmly between his thighs, began fucking her in the mouth, moaning softly all the time. Veronica's eyes began to water and she felt a mucous forming in her nostrils. Saliva trickled out of her mouth onto his balls and ran down the side of his face. Reaching behind him, she forced her hand through his thighs and grabbed onto his moist balls, smearing them with the saliva which ran from the corner of her mouth.
George unclamped his thighs and said, "Let's fuck, Ron."
She looked up between his legs and smiled.
"Come on, Ron. But let me juice it up first"
He rolled onto his back, and his cock, slippery and rock hard, brushed her cheek. She got onto her knees and moved slowly over George's body, brushing the shaft of his cock with her now aching pussy. She continued moving up, brushing his stomach and then his nipples with her body. Then she was kneeling over his face and gently lowering her pussy to his waiting mouth. George closed his eyes and gently ran his tongue over the quivering lips of her cunt. She shuddered and threw her head back, relishing the electric current that passed from George's tongue up the walls of her pussy and throughout her body. Her senses were keenly alive. Even the sudden trickle of perspiration running down her side filled her with delight.
George began to eat her in earnest, his strong tongue flicking into her cunt and pressing against her clit. She jerked her pussy into his face and moaned with pleasure. George opened his eyes and looked up at her. She watched his tongue lunging in and out of her molten tunnel, and she shivered.
"George," she whispered, "I love to see you eat my cunt"
Then she rolled off George and lay down on her back beside him. George was immediately on top of her, licking her swollen nipples.
"Harder, George," she murmured, and she immediately felt the slight pressure of his teeth chewing her tits. She was in ecstasy. She reached down and took George's cock into her hand and squeezed it. "Your cock, George. Give me your cock."
"Glad to oblige," he answered with a thickened voice.
He got onto his knees between her spread legs and looked down at her hot pussy. "Looks juicy enough to me," he moaned. "Nice and juicy." Then he lifted her legs and positioned the pulsating and thick head of his cock for entry into her constricting cunt.
She raised her hips to meet his thrust and murmured, "All at once, George. Give it to me all at once."
He released his hand and crammed his cock into her to the hilt. They crashed together, and there was a loud smacking sound as his balls, wet with her saliva, dammed up against the cheeks of her ass. He hesitated for a minute before beginning to pump heir slowly and smoothly.
Veronica began to go wild with pleasure. She scratched his back and then with both hands cupped the cheeks of his ass. For a moment she had a glimpse of their reflection in the vanity mirror. She watched with excitement as the firm muscular cheeks of George's ass contracted and relaxed with each and every beautiful thrust into her slit. Then she moaned and completely gave herself up to the pleasure of the moment Her cunt was like a furnace, alternately retreating from and rushing forward to meet the driving thrusts of the rock-hard cock. George was working her for all she was worth, and she felt perspiration from his forehead drop onto her face. She drew him closer to her and sank her teeth into his shoulder. Then her spasms began, contracting about and squeezing George's tool. Then George began to moan, and he began to pump load after load of hot come into her. The walls of her vagina continued to contract wildly, draining the cock of an its fluid. Then they clung together as the final waves of release and pleasure shuddered through their bodies.
Then they lay beside each other, gasping for breath. She sat up and buried her face in his crotch. A pale cream-colored drop oozed from the now flaccid dick, a drop of the precious come which her frantically contracting muscles had failed to extract from him. She lapped ft up greedily and buried her nose in his wet balls. Then she sat up and smiled.
"Good to the last drop," she said.
George grinned at her. He was a handsome man. Salt and pepper hair, straight white teeth, hazel eyes and a perfectly straight nose. And a trim body, kept in shape by swimming and exercise.
"Who would ever suspect," he said, "the respected Mrs. Wainwright of being such a good piece of ass."
Veronica sat up and tossed her hair. "Somebody told me once that every man--likes to eat with a lady sleep with a whore."
"Oh?" He pinched her gently. "There are some who like to eat whores, you know."
"That's okay," she replied. "There are some women who get the roles mixed up. All works out in the end."
They laughed together and she felt good to be with him. Tom flashed into her mind, but she pushed him away without any difficulty. "It's French movie time," she said and reached for the cigarettes. In the beginning they had always lain side by side after sex, smoking cigarettes and staring at the ceiling. She had remarked once that they looked like a scene from a French movie, and the expression had become one of those things people sometimes share.
"Sorry, Ron, but I've got to leave early to catch that plane."
"Can't you send someone else?" She was not pretending. He seldom went on business trips, usually sending junior men in his place, but she did not like him to go away at all. She felt somehow abandoned.
He sighed and pushed himself up onto his elbows. "I've got to go myself," he said. "It's a very sticky deal."
She readied out and took his balls in her hand, "So're your balls," she said.
She expected him to playfully ion his hand through her hair or to nudge her. But he did nothing in response to her joke. He merely climbed out of bed and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. For a minute she began to wonder if she had done something wrong. Then she shrugged her shoulders and lit a cigarette.
When she heard the shower being turned on, Veronica jumped out of bed and pulled on a heavy quilted robe. She went through the living room into the kitchen. John was beginning preparations for breakfast.
"Good morning, John."
"Good morning, Mrs. Wainwright." He looked up and smiled, ever ready to serve. It was a good thing he was old and ugly. Having men in the house who were both young and willing to serve could create all kinds of problems. She had made the rule never to shack up with die help, but, knowing her weakness, she had deliberately hired men who were old and ugly. Tom was the only young man around and George had insisted on hiring him over Veronica's objections. That was odd now that she reflected upon it. George never interfered with running the household. Hiring and managing the staff had always been her chore. Well, George may have hired him but I was the one who fucked him.
"John, I have a few instructions. First of all, dismiss Tom. Give him whatever is customary and tell him he is dismissed. I want him gone within the hour."
"Yes, Mrs. Wainwright." His face was a mask. "If he asks for a reason?"
Veronica stared at John. How much do you know or guess, you dumb shit?
"It would be just like him to ask for a reason," she said finally. Tell him his arrogance offends me. That should be quite sufficient."
"Very well, Mrs. Wainwright"
"Also, Mr. Wainwright won't have time for breakfast, and will only be wanting some coffee. As you know Mr. Wainwright will be away for the next few days. You and the rest of the staff may have the time off."
"But Mr. Wainwright made it very clear that we were not to leave you alone during his absence because of the rapist-murderer."
Veronica stared at John again. Maybe she should get him in bed, after all, and knock the impertinence out of him. Taking a deep bream to make her displeasure apparent to him, she said, "Not that it is any of your business, John, but I'll be going into San Francisco during Mr. Wainwright's absence. You are all to go."
John was making her nervous. You'd think the old fart would be glad for a few days to visit whoever the hell it was he visited.
"But Mrs. Wainwright...." he began to protest.
"Goddamn it, John, you make me lose my temper! I said everyone is to go. Now I want everyone, including Tom, out of here within the hour. Is that perfectly clear?"
"Yes, Mrs. Wainwright. You'll lock up?"
"Do you think I'm capable, John?" she asked sarcastically. Then she turned on her heels and left the kitchen.
When she returned to the bedroom George was just coming out of the bathroom. His naked body was reddened from being rubbed.
"George," she said, "did you dry properly behind the balls?" And she put her hand on his warm balls, squeezing them gently. George had the biggest balls she had ever seen, but, of course, she couldn't tell him she had actually seen the balls of other men. He moved away from her quickly, and she realized that he looked disturbed. "George, what is it?"
"Nothing, Ron. I just don't have time to get horny again, bang the shit out of you and take another shower." There was a strange edge to his voice.
Veronica lit a cigarette and sat on the edge of the bed. She watched him through a cloud of smoke as he dressed. He had the wonderful habit of putting on his shirt, first, and she loved to see his thick cock dangling out between the starched shirttails. She wanted to push back the foreskin and take the pink head between her lips.
"George," she said suddenly, "I wish you wouldn't go." Veronica, you are such an ass. What is wrong with you?
George walked across the room and stood in front of her. He looked down with concern and look her head between his hands. "It's a very important deal. I to go to Boston personally. What's bothering you?'!
"Nothing," she whispered and lowered her head to stare at his flaccid dick protruding from the shirt tails. George, I want to suck your dick. I want to take your cock in my mouth and suck it. She didn't move, however.
"Now, Ron," he said. "Is it that rapist-murderer? I specifically ordered John and the entire staff to stay here at all times while I'm gone."
"The rapist-murderer?" She looked up from the cock dangling before her eyes and for a reckless moment fought the strange and maddening impulse to laugh. "No, darling," she said quickly. "Hurry now or you'll miss the plane. But before you go...." and, reaching forward quickly, she brushed the head of his prick with her mouth.
He turned away quickly and, as he did, she thought she heard him mutter something.
George finished dressing quickly. She handed him his briefcase and walked him to the garage. Just as George was getting into the car, she saw Tom driving his motorcycle down the driveway. He slammed on the brakes and openly flipped her the finger. Up your ass, you creep! George apparently had not seen Tom's gesture of farewell. He smiled op at her. "Ciao," he said.
"Ciao, darling." She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. "Call me?"
"Sure." And he drove away.
Veronica sighed and walked into the kitchen through the back door. "Haven't you gone yet?" she snapped when she saw John.
"Just leaving, Mrs. Wainwright. Just leaving."
"And the others?"
"Oh, they were very pleased to have the extra time off, Mrs. Wainwright. They've all gone. Now, you're sure there's nothing I can do before I leave?"
Will he never leave me in peace? Can't the dumb, smiling piece of shit see I want to be left along? Maybe he's waiting for a piece of ass, Christ, it would kill him.
"No, John. There's nothing."
"Very well," he said and turned towards the door, clutching the paper bag which she suddenly realized contained his toothpaste and underwear. He seemed genuinely sorry there was nothing more he could do to be of service.
The poor ballless bastard.
"John," she said suddenly.
He turned eagerly, all smiles.
"John, I didn't mean to snap at you. Enjoy your time off."
"Thank you, Mrs. Wainwright. Thank you very much."
Veronica moved quickly once John was out of sight. Going into the bedroom, she threw the quilted robe onto the floor and slipped into a fresh peignoir. Then she poured out a cup of coffee and, leaning forward, quickly blew out the pilot light.
After telephoning the utility company she sat down to glance through the paper. The headline read:
RAPIST-MURDERER CLAIMS FIFTH.