Chapter 4
The next day was supposed to be Jill's first day out. Supposed to be. But she slept late on purpose, telling Paul to fix his own breakfast because she didn't feel good.
That wasn't the real reason. The horniness still burned in her cunt, and she lazily played with herself after she heard the front door slam when Paul went to work. Gradually her toying fingers got her cunt wet, and she slipped a couple inside her pussy.
She was frustrated again. Paul only made things worse by waking her up last night and screwing her dry cunt, mistaking her protests for cries of passion. And just when she was starting to get turned on again, he came and then rolled over and went to sleep.
Jill turned over onto her back, feeling the cool sheets against her knees and thighs. She put her fingers deep inside her pussy, stirring up a pool of cuntjuice.
Once, Paul's kind of fucking would have satisfied her and made her happy. But not now. Now other things got her more excited. Ben's hard, hot loving, the threesome with John and Francine. That's the kind of thing that got her off.
She cupped her tit and trailed her fingers around it until she shivered, then pinched her nipple until she gasped. She pulled her fingers out of her pussy hole and onto her clit.
Jill was filled with worry and nervousness. She wasn't sure she could sell anything door to door. After all, it had been years since she had a job, before she and John got married. She was only a housewife, and the idea of getting out in the world and competing with everyone else after so long filled her with dread.
Savagely Jill punished her nipples and clit. She'd always been able to come by playing with herself before, but now it just wasn't hap-pening. She got closer and closer, but she just couldn't make it over the top.
If she could just come, if she could just come! Then she could face the world-then she would be all right for today.
She tried. For a long time she touched herself, rubbing and pinching and jabbing at her reluctant pussy until she was almost sore. But none of it did it for her. She still couldn't come.
After a while longer she got out of bed, curs-ing her body, irritable as hell. She snorted and fumed. She couldn't get her goddam slutty body to cooperate, she couldn't come! The need was still burning at her even after she took a cold shower.
Jill wasted time, not wanting to go out, read a magazine article while she ate breakfast. She dressed, undressed, redressed, put on more perfume. Then she fiddled with her makeup.
Finally she shoved the brochures and order forms and other stuff in the briefcase Ben gave her. She arranged them endlessly, drinking coffee and getting more nervous all the time.
They needed the money so badly! She had to ignore the need of her pussy and get out there and sell.
Jill decided to try the group of apartment houses they lived in. There were about ten of them scattered over a block area. Maybe some of the people would know her, and they might be more likely to buy from her. She stopped, remembering what John said to her last night, and unbuttoned her blouse to show some cleavage.
The first three apartments she tried were zeros. Nobody home. Well, it was just after lunch, what did she expect? Her heart pounded every time she rang a bell. She felt the slide of her panties over her still-eager clit as she walked, and she wished she could be in bed, getting fucked.
Fucked, she thought breathlessly, by a man like the one who answered when she rang. She read his name on the mailbox, like Ben told her to, but she couldn't even remember it.
He recognized her, though. Barely. The dressed-to-kill, gorgeous woman at his door didn't bear much resemblance to the dowdy housewife he'd seen around the apartments a few times. But he'd been aching to meet her for a long, long time. He knew a good thing when he saw it.
Jill tried to size him up, tried to figure out what he might go for. She had all kinds of things to sell, depending on the customer. She started into her memorized speech, stuttering and forgetting half of it. To top things off, she dropped her papers all over the floor. The horny way he looked at her made her do it.
That was when her skin-tight pants ripped. Jill bent over, and the crotch seam totally gave way. She jerked up in embarrassment, cover-ing her ass with her hands, then sat down on the couch and began to cry.
"Hey, it's all right," he chuckled. He hadn't missed the white flash of her ass when the material gave way, or the furry tuft of her light cunt hair while she was still bent over. It gave him a hard on immediately. She wasn't wearing a thing under those sexy clothes!
"Hey it's all right, I said. Could have hap-pened to anybody." She looked so miserable as she sobbed into her hankie that he moved closer to her and put his arm on her shoulders. His first touch was friendly, almost fatherly, and she leaned closer against him.
"You're new at this, aren't you, honey?" He took the opportunity to take a look down her blouse at her gorgeous knockers. His prick jumped at the sight. He figured she wasn't wearing any bra, either, and he was right.
His hand grew a little less fatherly. He caressed down her petite shoulder and along her ribs, ready to stop at the first sign of reluc-tance.
Somehow, he didn't think there would be any.
Jill was too caught up in feeling sorry for herself to notice where his hand was. She just wanted to die. She'd never be able to do this, never make any money! Worst of all, she wouldn't please Ben.
It came to him all of a sudden. He was being suckered! He stopped the progress of his hand along her waistband for a moment, then kept it up, unable to resist the smooth promise of her hidden pussy. His hand was close, very close to the rip that would give him free access to her ass and later her cunt.
He had to hand it to her, the sly bitch! Here he was, holding this tempting mass of woman-flesh, feeling sorry for her. He bet she pulled this shit on every guy she came across. She must make a lot of money selling stuff that way. It was working with him, too.
Hell, it beat shell games in the park. He'd play along, see what happened next. Her lush body was enough to get anybody going. In fact, he wouldn't mind taking a ride on it himself.
"Now," he said slyly, "let's see how bad the damage is. Can't be as bad as you think it is," Jill heard him say. Distraught, used to obeying her men, she started to stand. Then she remembered she was naked underneath.
"No," she blubbered, "I think it's-it's all right." But he wouldn't let her back down, and kept his hands around her waist. He pulled at the parted seam, like he was ad-justing it.
She wasn't ready for his cold fingertips on the bare skin around the crack of her ass. His masculine touch made her shiver.
"My pants are ... are all right," she repeated. His fingers drove her crazy as they dabbled further down her ass crack. She remembered how she'd tried to get herself off this morning, and she couldn't move.
"Seems to be pretty torn up," he said. She twisted a little, but he pulled on her waist with one hand.
"Please stop that," she said, panic and horniness rising together in her. There was really nothing to stop her, all she had to do was take a couple steps. But his moving fingers kept her there.
"No, it's pretty bad," he teased. "Looks like these pants are going to have to come off for repairs." His mouth was suddenly dry as he felt the ridge under her that divided ass from cunt. It was further than he ever expected to get. He decided to go for broke.
"No, no," Jill moaned, but her voice sounded like somebody else's. She could see outside through the front window. It was still sunny. Someone walking by could look right in and see what was happening. They could see him grabbing her crotch. See her cunt hair and pouting slit. See him parting the cloth away from her pussy.
Oh God!
The thought made her intensely aware of the current that had been flowing in her pussy all morning. It eddied in her body continuously, coming and going but never leaving her alone.
Neither did he. He slipped his middle finger into her slit, waiting for her to start screaming or bolt. Incredibly, she didn't. He rubbed her a few times, locating the heated depression of her pussy hole. She was sweaty but dry, and he wiggled his finger into her inch by inch.
As he pressed further, Jill felt a fever wave of lust spread through her. Her titties jiggled heavily on her chest as she pulled his finger further up her cunt, to the place where she was soft and wet. She couldn't stop herself now.
"Oh, oh, oh!" There was a catch in her throat. She kept looking outside, almost trying to pretend that this wasn't happening to her. But it felt so good! She clenched her pussy around his finger, jerking and sucking with her strong cunt muscles. Jill gasped and moved back closer to him.
"Come on, baby, come on!" he said.
She ignored him, staring out the window as if that would save her from her own evil desires, and she noticed that now she could see their reflection in the window glass.
Light glinted from his ring as he pushed at the walls of her cunt.
She hoped someone would walk by, she hoped someone would see her with him dig-ging at her cunt. She shrugged out of her jacket, heard it hit the papers on the floor.
He undid her pants as she opened her blouse. She lifted her titties, offering them to the invisible audience outside the window.
Her cunt churned as he spread the juice on her tingling clit. She opened her mouth wide to cry out, but only a strangled moan came out. She pulled cruelly at her titties.
"Take me, fuck me, take me!" she whispered at last.
He stopped diddling her, feeling his finger slip on a coating of juice. "What?"
Jill turned on him, still holding out her tits, neatly pulling her pussy off his finger. She looked crazy and wild and horny, like a sex goddess out of one of his dreams.
"Take me!" she said, much louder this time.
He rose, ready to do it. Her pussy was hidden from his view now, and he wanted to finish the job he'd started on her pants. Not to mention on her cunt.
Jill was relieved when he clamped down on her titty and started to suck greedily. They were both shaking with fuck need. His teeth scraped painfully on her tender flesh as he made her weave back and forth by practically tearing her pants off her.
She moved to help him, and then they were down. His breath was hot on her tit. Then his hand was on her cunt again, teasing her and coaxing the warm flow out of her pussy and around her clit.
"The bedroom," he croaked.
"Yes, yes," she moaned. "Lead me in. Pull me in by the cunt!" The old need for degrada-tion broke from her.
He couldn't believe it. This blonde bomb-shell knocking on his door, and the next thing he knows he's got his finger hooked in her pussy, about to get her into bed. She had to be doing it for a reason.
He didn't care. They were wasting time, and all he could think about was fucking her sweet pussy.
He was careful, but her gradually falling pants made her hobble and waddle all the way down the hall. She stopped at funny times, making his finger push against the insides of her cunt.
She slipped down onto the unmade bed, holding his hand and fingers hard against her pussy. After a while he pulled away, and stripped her quickly and efficiently. Then himself.
She was more than ready for it. But she wanted a lot of good, hard fucking, and from the state he was in, she wasn't sure he would wait for her.
"Lick me," she purred. She opened her legs to him, gazing needfully at the beautiful stiff rod of his prick, wanting more than anything to have him suck her pussy. She didn't want him to come too soon.
Unable to bear the throbbing agony in her cunt anymore, she pulled his mouth to her pussy with her legs. There was hardly room for them both on the bed the way they were. Her head practically hung over the edge, while at the same time his feet dangled in mid-air.
She knew Ben would never put up with the way she was spurring him along in the back with her heels. Ben would most likely raise up and belt her one and fuck her up the ass. This man probably wouldn't even think of such a thing.
Unless, maybe, she begged him for it.
She pushed the thought out of her mind, pissed at herself. It was bad enough that she'd given in again like she had, made a disgusting display of herself for anybody to see if they'd wanted to. This time she promised herself she would get off the regular way.
If she could!
"Ooooohhhhh," she moaned. He was really digging into her pussy with his tongue, spoon-ing her out. He had a very long tongue, like someone Jill had seen on a record album
jacket somewhere. He fucked her deep with that tongue, and she began to move her hips. It was fantastic! He had stopped licking and sucking, and was just sticking his tongue straight out, making a little trough as she banged her cunt against his lips. The sensation was light and delicate and exciting. She longed for more.
"Deeper, deeper," she grunted.
She thrust her hips up, wishing she could feel that incredibly twisting tongue all the way down inside her cunt. Then she sank back down in frustration.
The cunt juice was smeared all over his face. He took a deep breath. "That's all I got, honey." He dove at her clit, sucking it between his lips and holding it there while he stabbed at it with his tongue.
He did that for a while, listening to the rising crescendo of her cries. The novelty of this horny woman was beginning to wear thin, and he realized that he was doing everything. She hadn't even touched his cock once yet, and he didn't like the steady insistence of her entrapping legs.
He was going to make sure she took care of his throbbing prick, and right now, the way he liked it.
He didn't intend to even give her a chance to think about it. He forced her legs apart and pivoted, trapping her body in the meantime, That was just in case she had any last-minute objections.
Then her head was between his knees. The couple had shifted on the bed so that now there was plenty of room.
Jill felt the hard, sticky length of his prick bump against her cheek. She didn't want to eat cock right now-he was getting her off much too good with his mouth for that. She wanted all of his first big load of come in her cunt, not her mouth.
But he was jabbing blindly in the direction of her lips, his balls swinging against her forehead, his prick tip leaving a slimy residue wherever it touched. Partly in self-defense, she grabbed his swinging cock in both hands.
He thought she would do the natural thing and suck it, but she only held it loosely, barely moving her fingers. Dammit, he wanted his cock in her mouth!
"Suck it, baby!"
"Nooo, not now! I want you to keep licking me until I come!"
"Why, you selfish bitch!" He clamped his knees together, holding her head with them. He reached down and grabbed his cock, holding himself up uneasily on one arm.
Jill tried to move her head, but she couldn't. "No!" And then she clamped her lips very tightly together, not wanting the distraction of his cock in her mouth. Her recently tongued pussy cried out for attention.
"I'll pry your fucking mouth apart with a crowbar if I have to. And your cunt too, for that matter. Suck it!"
She whined in agony as he rubbed his prick across her lips, chafing at them roughly. This wasn't turning out at all like she'd planned it! But being ordered to do what he said made her all the hotter, and she could only give in. Gratefully!
He saw the crown of his cock penetrate her lips and sensed her surrender. Then the head was clear of her teeth, her tongue cushioning the hard tension of prick against the bottom of her mouth.
He held still, getting used to the feel of it. Then he lowered himself. Another inch of his throbbing prick disappeared. Then more. The goodness of it made him eager to get back to her delicious pussy, but he wanted to make sure she'd give him a good cocksucking first.
Pressing down hard, he finally touched bottom, and felt her gag a little. He kept up the pressure until she started to squirm and move her tongue and lips.
"Thaaaat's it, you just keep doing that while I suck your pussy. It's your turn for a little while."
Jill swallowed convulsively, swirling her, tongue, tasting his smooth prick. She dimpled the bulge on the underside where his jism would come shooting through. She hoped he wouldn't try to fuck down her throat again.
After a minute she couldn't understand why she didn't want to suck him in the first place, it made her feel so good. She actually raised her head to take more of that, and his tongue sped up on her clit. After more of the double suck-ing, she no longer had any doubts about being able to come. He would suck it right out of her!
But he had his own ideas about that. He wanted to fuck this cunt, feel her come on his cock. His own need made him callous, and he pulled his prick from the warmth of her gorgeous mouth. Now he was ready to take what he wanted, without asking for it.
She whined as he pulled out, then gasped when he turned around and she saw what was in store for her. He pulled her cuntlips apart roughly, ignoring her whimper.
"Put it in! Go on!" he ordered.
"I need you to suck me! Ohhh, please!" He feasted his eyes and ears on the obvious need in her, the way her rubbery cunt twitched and juiced. However she might have started this out, she wasn't faking anything now.
"I can last as long as you do, baby. Now put it in!" Now she felt his need, and the brute force and unspoken threat of it made her tremble. She knew from experience that there was no arguing with a man who was using that particular tone of voice. It was pure, savage male need.
She put her hands in her crotch and stabbed herself with his cock. She winced and writhed at the cunt-rending contact, and she saw him smile contemptuously.
Pushing slowly, his cock was halfway in, then more. At last, though, his crotch rubbed against hers, and he gave a grunt of final satisfaction that made her quiver.
"Ooooohhhhh!" The fiery shivers spread outward from her pussy. She was closer now than before. She closed her eyes and aban-doned herself to the cock that prodded such feelings from her.
He kept a tight rein on himself, fucking her as fast as he could. There was a wet sound of cock slapping in cunt. He watched as she arched higher and higher, then fell back down. He could feel her cunt changing as she neared her climax.
He slowed, dragging his cock through her pussy, getting his strength up for a final onslaught. He moved his hips like a jack-hammer. Her cunt was tighter and hotter than he expected, and it was having its effect on him.
He couldn't keep this up forever. For one thing, he was getting tired. For another, his balls were swollen like balloons, full of the come he ached to unload into her pussy.
Just when he felt the dams of his control breaking, she went wild. Jill's vision fogged over as she exploded all at once. She felt spurting gallons of come in her cunt.
After a minute he leaned over and got a small towel out of the nightstand. He watched her as she dabbed at her pussy.
"You're one hell of a woman, you know that? That was a great fuck." He waited for her to say something, but she didn't. In fact, she looked away from him, a strange pained look on her face.
Jill still wasn't sure about a lot of things. She came all right, but she had to work at it. Not like when she was with Ben. If this man hadn't made her suck his cock, she wasn't sure she would have gotten off. The afterglow was bittersweet as she turned her doubts over in her mind.
"Listen," he said, stroking her tit, "you're gonna have to go. I have a, uh, friend coming over, know what I mean? A lady friend. But if you're not busy tomorrow night-"
"I'm married," she blurted out.
He stopped stroking her. "Oh, I get the picture. You're all business, aren't you? That's just fine. I get the picture. What a racket."
Abruptly, he put a robe on and was gone down the hall. Jill slipped into her things. Her jacket was in the front room, and she tied the arms around her waist and let the rest drape over her butt to hide her torn pants. She glanced guiltily at the window as she stuffed her brochures into her briefcase and closed it.
He was at a chair at a desk. He turned around and handed her a check.
"What? What's this for?" she said in confusion.
"Come on, take it. There's no point in play-ing dumb. I know how this works. You fuck me, I buy the encyclopedias, right?" He chuckled and shook his head.
Suddenly cold, she gasped. He thought she fucked him to get him to buy something! "You don't have to do that," Jill said.
"I know I don't have to."
"Listen, I fucked you because I was horny, not because-" she started indignantly. "Don't give me that shit, honey. I know a good con game when I see one. Now, if yott don't get your ass out of here, I'll have to kick it out."
She sputtered as he hustled her out. He was still laughing at her when he slammed the door behind her.
She burned with shame. She would never stoop to such a thing! For him, for anyone to think that about her. Christ!
On the other hand, she thought bitterly, maybe that was the only way she could ever make it in this business. It was really the only reason she'd gotten the job in the first place. It fit-it was what she deserved. Ben kept telling her she could get anything she wanted by fuck-ing, and that she would do it sooner or later.
She realized she had just proven how right he was. And she knew she would do it again.