Chapter 5
It took Jill a few days to work up to it. But once she started fucking, it was hard to stop. 'there were more men, even a teenage boy once.
She avoided Ben Spears like the plague. He made her tell him everything, and she didn't want to tell him about any of this. At least not yet. She didn't want to admit how well he had her figured.
She couldn't come without being forced. And then she could use that to make sales, which somehow didn't seem as important to Jill as getting laid.
She couldn't help it. She was horny all the time, and she liked strong, forceful men.
Francine was the only person she could tell. Francine envied her, even said she wouldn't mind taking a crack at a job as exciting as Jill's.
Jill felt like there must be something wrong with her, the way she loved letting perfect strangers make her fuck them. Or at least let them think they were forcing her. Actually, she was the one who was usually doing the seducing. Up to a point.
Now Jill's cunt pulsed at the thought of what she planned to do. The very idea of fuck-ing her landlord made her queasy, but she had to go through with it. It made her hate herself, but she had to prove she could do it.
God, did she ever need a fuck, too! Not to mention some money.
She was still rehearsing her lines when Mr. Hubbard opened the door. "Well, Mrs. Taylor. Jill, isn't it? What a pleasant surprise," he said a little sarcastically. "About time for the rent, isn't it?"
"Yes, Mr. Hubbard. I know it's late, but I was hoping-"
"Come on into my office. You know, I wasn't sure whether to get a receipt ready, or an eviction notice, haha."
Her cunt was alive and greedy, but she knew now that this was going to be even harder than she thought. Her courage was melting away, but she knew she had to do this thing. If she could just figure out how to get him turned on! She followed him into the little room he used as an office. It wasn't much bigger than a very large closet, but he had a desk, some file drawers, and an extra chair that she sat down in.
"Now then," Mr. Hubbard said, taking a receipt book from the middle drawer and slip-ping a carbon in. He kept sneaking glances at her sexy outfit. It was hard to keep from staring at her. Her frilly blouse was cut so low...
"That's the regular rent," he muttered, "plus eleven-days late charge at a dollar a day. You going to pay cash or check?"
"Neither, I'm afraid," she blurted, squirm-ing in her chair.
"You mean you don't have the rent?" He noticed how her tits stuck out. Nice big pointy tits.
"We'll have it, I promise. I just started this new job, and I was hoping you could-" "Look. I'm a businessman. I'm not in this for my health. I've got a waiting list of people who'd just love to have your apartment." There was a sinking feeling in Jill's gut. He was a hard-ass, all right. She batted her eyes and stuck her boobs out, flirting, trying out the brochures on him, hoping he'd buy something if she acted sexy enough. She gave it her best shot.
The way she came on almost made him want to give in, but business was business. He wasn't going to give away any favors just because she was so damn sexy.
Jill leaned closer to him, watching him fight down the temptation. She almost got him that time, but close wasn't good enough. She was going to have to go all the way with this thing. Fear and excitement and uncertainty mingled in her and gave her the extra courage she needed.
She kept her eyes on his face as she licked her lips pointedly. She leaned over the corner of the desk a little further still, until her tits were practically hanging on the top.
"Well then, Mr. Hubbard. I was thinking maybe we could work out a trade."
"A trade?"
"That's right, a trade. You know, an exchange?" She gave him her best come-on look.
He could hardly think about what he knew she was suggesting. She was so close, her musky perfume made his head thick. Her nipples punched out at him like pointed fingers, and her voice was low and husky. Now her palms were on his knees.
"You must get awfully lonely here by yourself," she said, sliding her hands up his legs slowly, not breaking eye contact for a second. "Very, very lonely," she repeated in a chanting whisper. There was a little jingle of pocket change and she felt a bundle of keys through his pants, and it almost made her stop.
He didn't move away, though. He just kept looking at her.
She couldn't believe that she was doing this. Even when she'd been in high school she'd never done anything like this, and she'd been an incredible cockteaser then. Paul was the first man she ever let fuck her.
"Mrs. Taylor-Jill-please, now. My son-"
"Don't you worry about a thing, Mr. Hubbard. I'm going to take care of you. I'm going to make you forget all about that rent. All about it. That's a fair trade, isn't it?"
"Uh, uh, uh," he grunted, raising himself up in the chair.
Jill knew she had to act quickly. She fought for a moment with his clothes, sliding her ass off the chair as she leaned forward. Then she had the buried treasure of his prick in her hands.
He was a hard man, sure enough.
She gobbled it up, working her lips and her tongue like crazy. She got down on her knees, digging her elbows lightly into his legs. Her tongue swished lightly over his stiff cock, and he sank back down into the chair. Feeling a little more confident, she kissed around the head of his prick and tugged at the meaty head of it.
Jill worked up a good mouthful of spit and spread it all over his cock. Now that his prick was in her mouth she felt pretty sure of herself. Her pussy twitched as she wagged her tail in the air.
Now she tilted her head a little, letting his cockshaft push against her cheek in a way she knew he had to see from above. She licked the length of it long enough to give him a good look, then straightened her head and slurped further down on the base. She bobbed her head up and down, felt his cock stiffen and grow.
His first reaction was sheer surprise. Then, when her tongue hit his cock, it wrung all the energy out of him. Now he relaxed, still not able to believe that his most beautiful tenant had gotten down on her knees to suck his prick. His ex-wife was the only woman he'd known who would do that. And not just to him. There were others.
His ex-wife. The very thought of her made him cold and tight inside, made him want to lay his fist up alongside Jill Taylor's head and kick her out into the street.
But he wouldn't do that, no. Shit! She was obviously an expert cocksucker, and it. felt too damn good. No, not yet he wouldn't. The gall of this bitch, thinking she could trade a blow job for a month's rent. She was good, but not that good.
His anger passed, but not before he had made her moan with a couple of evil, twisting thrusts of his prick.
He gripped her head and began to guide her, moving a little in the chair every so often. "Now let me get this straight. You didn't -yeah, do that some more-you didn't come over here to pay the rent. You came over here to bribe me. With your mouth, like this. Right?"
She stopped sucking and made as if to come up off him to reply. But he caught her head and pushed her back down. She wasn't ready for that, and he felt his prick bump against her throat.
"Just suck twice for no, once for yes," he sneered. She moaned plaintively, and he realized all he had to do to goad that wonder-ful sensation was shove against the tight place in her throat. She had to suck then.
"That's just what I thought. You're a cocksucking slut, you know that?" He didn't wait for any answer this time. Now he leaned over and reached under her to pull on her pointy jugs. When he pulled on her nipples, she moaned again.
She felt him run his hands down her stomach and she sucked in her belly as he tried to work his fingers past her tight waistband. His cockhead bumped painfully against the back of her throat. She tried to walk forward on her knees so he could touch her pussy, but he couldn't quite reach that far. She pinched her pussy muscles together tightly and groaned.
He seemed to have it in for her, like every other man she'd ever fucked. Maybe there was something wrong with her, maybe there was something in her that made men want to treat her like dirt. She didn't know, but she got hornier with everything he said.
He pulled at her skirt for a little while, grunting and snorting and jabbing his cock around in her mouth. His belly pushed against the back of her head, forcing her chin down into the chair.
"Oh, shit," he said, unable to reach her pussy. He ran his hands up around her waist and onto her back. Then down they went to cup the globes of her ass as far as he could reach.
"I have a good mind to whip your ass," he said. He pulled at her skirt, only to be frustrated again. It was hard for her to breathe in his stuffy crotch, and the smell of his prick was heavy. But what he said made her sniffle and grunt and wag her ass.
He chuckled. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? You'd like to get your ass whipped while you suck my cock."
He couldn't help chuckling again, but it was a little wheezy this time. She worked feverishly on his prick, using only her tongue and lips since she couldn't move her head. And then she could, because he was raising back up. She self-fucked her own mouth, tightened her fist around his cock.
"Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm!" The thought of a strap cutting into her as she sucked him made her cunt tingle. Her lust soared as she felt him jerk and swab her mouth with his dick.
Jill had forgotten why she had come here, who he was, everything else. There was only his cock to suck and lick, only her need to taste his come when it came out of his hot spitting dick.
What she was doing was unbearable. He twisted his hips and fucked into her mouth, just as her head was coming down on him.
"No, I won't whip your ass," he grimaced. "I think I'll just ... oh, shit ... sit here ... and let you make me come! AHHHHH!"
The sight of her blonde head in his crotch set him off like a rocket. His_ ass cheeks knotted, his balls drew up, his loins cramped. The first spurt ripped up the length of his cock and shot into her mouth.
She felt it spatter against her throat. She took all of it, slurped every bit of it. She sucked him dry, making sure she didn't miss any, taking perverted pride in her work. Her pussy seethed.
She thought she knew how a vampire must feel as the eyeteeth left the jugular. She felt the same unholy, temporarily satisfied pleasure as she pulled off his prick, obscenely proud that she hadn't had to come up even once for air the whole time. He was very tense now, and his face looked far too white.
Then she saw why.
In the doorway to Mr. Hubbard's office stood a gawky teenager. His eyes were wide open, and she could see the outline of his hard prick pointing down his pants leg.
The family resemblance was obvious. Jill jerked, up guiltily, smoothing her clothes, burning with shame.
"God, Dad. I'm sorry," the boy mumbled. "Wait a minute, Davey," Mr. Hubbard said. All Jill had to do was arrange herself a little. But he'd been caught red-handed, his deflating cock out of his pants.
It made him wish he'd given her the whore's whipping she deserved as he pushed his cock back into his pants and zipped up.
That damn bitch! She hadn't even given him time to lock the office door.
He remembered all the times his ex-wife had flirted openly with other men, and the impres-sion that made on Davey as soon as his son was old enough to know what was going on. As if that wasn't enough, his ex had filled Davey up with lies about the way his father lived, made him believe that it was really his father's fault for breaking up the marriage. To hear her tell it, he was impotent and couldn't get it up.
It was his ex-wife's slutty cunt and her fuck-ing around that did it. His son had to see him with the first woman he'd had in a long time. Christ!
He knew how to teach both those women a lesson. And his son too, come to think of it. It would be something he'd never tell his mother about, that was for god damned sure.
Jill wanted to get out of there. She knew this was going to be a very nasty scene. She made a move toward the doorway.
"Don't you take a single fucking step!" Jill saw him knotting his fists, and she didn't dare move.
He softened his face when he looked back at Davey. Hubbard knew his son's mind was on Jill's tits.
Careful, he thought. This would be touchy, but worth every moment. "Davey, there comes a time in a young man's life when-" he started.
Bullshit. It sounded ridiculous.
"Shit! The hell with it! Davey, you want to fuck this woman?"
He gulped. This "Sir?"
Davey hadn't sirred him for years. He was pretty shook up, shook up enough to follow orders.
Mr. Hubbard shot a warning glance at Jill. "She's all yours, Davey. Go ahead and fuck her."
He took an kidding, Dad?" "I'm not kidding. bitch!" he said.
She got another withering glance as he fondled the receipt book on the desk un-obtrusively and meaningfully. She'd seen exactly this kind of anger before, and knew it was useless to argue or resist.
Mr. Hubbard might even say something to her husband, she realized.
She stripped, shaking now, not able to look at either of them. He was only a boy, but as
was his father talking!
uncertain step. "Are you Fuck her! Now strip, perfectly capable of fucking her aching pussy as his father was.
He reached for her tits, then put his hands back down, looking at Mr. Hubbard un-certainly. "Can I-"
"Do it," his father growled. "Anything you want. That's what women like her are for." Jill shrank back as his fingertips pressed lightly into her titties. Then she sucked in her breath as his grip tightened painfully and he suckled at her hard nipples.
The same conflicting urges to run and to stay were with her again, but the driving need of her pussy and clit overrode them both. Mr. Hubbard's son was inexperienced and he didn't seem to realize he was hurting her titties now.
"Oooohhh," she gasped. He leaned harder into her, sampling each rough rosy nipple in turn. The way they talked about her made her feel like an object. It was almost like she was another piece of furniture, like the desk whose edge was cutting into her ass.
She moaned again.
"Hear how much she likes it, Davey? Suck those melons, boy, give it to her good, make her like it!"
His bites were as cruel as Mr. Hubbard's eyes as he kept staring at her. Jill begged them to stop silently, but he only smiled as he enjoyed the sight of her jugs being sucked by his son.
She wanted him to stop! The torrents of pain and pleasure made her dizzy and she lurched sideways along the desk. Davey didn't feel so self-conscious now since he didn't have to see his father watching him. She was his first woman, and he sampled all of her titties with his hands and lips and teeth. It was unbelievable that this could actually be happening to him!
Jill didn't dare resist, not with Mr. Hubbard right there like a policeman. But she grabbed the boy around the waist with both hands and then felt the hard ridge of his cock.
"See, Davey! She wants your prick. See how much she wants it? Why don't you give it to her? Fuck her, Davey!" Hubbard's own cock was hardened by the scene in front of him, and he couldn't hold back his voyeuristic horniness.
His father's excitement infected him, and he undid his pants with her help. Then she was cooing and moaning at the turgid hardness of his prick as she held it.
The feel of it in her hands set her head spin-ning and brought a fresh surge of juice into her pussy. With a wild and vicious cry of delight, she smoothly positioned his long hard prick in front of the mouth to her pussy.
How easily she slipped into the role he set up for her!
His cockhead bumped clumsily off her thigh and pubic arch as he overeagerly tried to fuck her. She fumed at the delay, and then he got lucky, just as she spoke.
"Shove that thing in me!" she begged.
He whimpered lustily, as his dick thundered down the tunnel of her pussy. She screamed then, and the palpitations quickened.
"Ah, shit, Christ!" he exclaimed. The horniness made him jerk out, and his cock ripped out of her pussy. But this time his aim was better when he rammed back in. She screamed again in ecstasy.
"Oh, God, slow down, take it easy? Ohhhh, my poor cunt!" She held his ass and he grunted, the sweat breaking out on his forehead. Then he was almost still. She caressed his butt, moving her cunt on his cock in gradually larger circles.
Hubbard snorted angrily as he saw his son stop moving. The sight of their fucking made his blood boil with lust. He had his own pants down by now, and his pole was out and ready for her. He was going to give his boy a lesson in whore-fucking.
Jill felt his hands rough on her shoulders, and then he was pulling the fucking twosome away from the table, turning her back to him.
Hubbard clapped his prick into the crease of her ass. Her globes squeezed it as she revolved her pussy on the boy's prick.
Hubbard put his hands on her arms, follow-ing her motion. "Now, you were doing real good there, son, real fine. Now I'm going to show you something that these sluts just love, something none of 'em can resist, and that's a good ass fucking!"
Jill turned into a quivering puddle of lust right then and there, remembering the horrible ecstasy the first time she got fucked in the ass.
Davey smothered her mouth with his, dip-ping his tongue in deeply, and she felt his father's cock behind her. Pressing steadily, harder and harder in her crack.
There was something slick on his prick when it touched her ass-she didn't know what. But instead of the pain she expected there was only blinding pleasure.
She started moving with a loud groan, forcing his cock deeper inside her nether passage. She was being ground between the two men. She couldn't stop herself, though she shivered at what was happening to her. Davey's tongue was deep inside her mouth, and she sucked on it like she had sucked on his father's prick before.
Unable to take the powerful blast of her lust, Davey came. Gallon after gallon of jism seemed to pour into her cunt. Only a thin membrane separated the two men's cocks. Then he was done, slumping down off her like a mountain climber from a too-difficult cliff. An enormous amount of his cream followed his cock out of her pussy.
Now her attention was undivided. Brazenly, wantonly, she fingered her come-coated clit. "Fuck my ass, fuck my ass, fuck my ass, bugger me!" she chanted. Each nerve-shattering blow of his prick made her body bounce and wave back and forth.
She put her hands on her knees now to absorb the full fury of Hubbard's cock, and she saw how Davey continued to watch them. As her pleasure kept mounting, she grimaced grotesquely, as if she could beam the entire force of her lust at the boy. She laughed in horny glee when she saw the fear her unbridled and visible lust brought from him.
They came at the same time. His jettisoning come made her come harder and bigger, over and over. Her jerking asshole sucked and squeezed at his prick. Finally he fucked his dick into her asshole one last time and pulled it out.
Incredible elation followed the all-powerful glow of her orgasm. She had done it! She took on both of them at once, she really did it! It was impossible to keep the self-satisfied smirk off her face, in spite of the way Mr. Hubbard glowered at her.
"Davey, get out of here. I'll have a word with you in a minute. I want to talk to Jill here in private." He waited until his son left, then slammed the office door shut.
He ripped the receipt out of the book. Jill held out her hand for it as he advanced on her. But when he was close enough, he backhanded her. It stung like the devil. Then he had one hand on her throat. With the other he forced the paper inside her sopping cunt as she struggled uselessly.
He twisted and pushed hard, shoving it as deep inside her cunt as he could. She clamped her legs together much too late, and could only shriek as it went in.
"If I ever see your worthless fucking face around here again, I'll fucking kill you. You're the worst kind of slut-you're fuck-hungry scum. And if you say one word about this, one word-" he pressed against her throat until she almost choked, "the news goes out to everybody, including your husband. Now get out!"
She fell hard to the floor, bruising her knees. She whimpered like a wounded animal, throwing on her clothes. Horrible humiliation clawed at her insides.
Jill heard the squish and felt the scratch of the paper in her cunt all the way back home. At least at home, she thought sickly, she would be alone and safe.