Chapter 6
But it wasn't true. For even as she hurried toward the bathroom, the telephone rang. She almost ignored it.
No, she thought. The memory of how she wanted Mr. Hubbard's humiliating fuck was still too strong. A woman like Jill who sucked him like she did deserved what he gave to her, and worse. She would answer the telephone first.
It would be her punishment.
Keeping the humiliation going of having the rent receipt stuffed up her cunt was somehow strangely exciting to Jill. She walked leisurely into the kitchen, feeling every crinkle as she walked. She was obsessed with fucking.
Whatever pain and anger she felt this after-noon was fading away, leaving only the hot core of her desire.
The thought of the way her landlord had treated her, the names he called her, the way he made her fuck his son, all made her steam inside. For a moment before she picked up the phone she even thought about going back to his place.
Maybe he would punish her, make her come so good ...
Her excitement doubled when she answered the phone. Ben Spears' voice was dominating even over the telephone.
"Hello, baby. I didn't expect to find you home. You been hiding from me? You should be out knocking on doors, right?"
"Hello, Ben." She kept her voice cold and remote, not giving away any of what she felt. She was almost faint with the horny whirlpool of conflicting emotions, hating him and long-ing for him at the same time.
No, no, no! Jill thought. She didn't want him. Her filthy, sex-hungry cunt wanted him. Not her, not her! Still, she wasn't sure. She hated him for making her want the kind of sex he gave her. Jill hated him for showing her that side of herself. Hated him because it seemed like she couldn't get off any other way now. Not even with Paul.
He sensed her new coldness, wished he was there with her to force her out of her act, make her scream out again how much she needed for him to fuck her any way he chose.
Well, he'd have his chance soon enough. "What's the matter?" he said. "Sounds like you need something, honey. Like some nice, hard cock. How about it?" he teased.
"No, Ben, I-I can't." But it was only a part of herself talking, reacting to his sexy, self-Assured tone. She moved her hand between her spread legs and worked her skirt up. She closed her eyes and snaked her fingers inside her panties, pretending it was his hand. She dug inside her cunt with her curled middle finger. It was all she could do to keep from gasping out loud at the ditty goodness of her evil urge.
"What do you mean you can't?" he sneered. "What if I say you have to, cunt?" He enjoyed this kind of verbal abuse, knew she did too. He heard the gratifying sound of her quickening breathing. She was hooked, and now he wanted to play with her.
"Please don't say that. Please." Jill forced her panties off her ass and down on her thighs. She fished the paper out of her churning pussy with a suppressed groan and let it fall, not wanting to see the evidence of her depravity. "That's what you'd like, Jill, isn't it? My cock shoved in your sweet pussy-in your soft, wet cunt. Or maybe I'd have you suck it. You like that so much. Then I'd tie you up so you couldn't even move, fuck that tight ass of yours till you couldn't stand it anymore."
Her knuckles were white around the receiver. She wanted to slam it down, stop the torrent of filth that he poured in her eager ear. But it turned her on so much she couldn't, and she kept listening with horrible fascination, knowing every word he said was true. She pulled and pushed at her slippery cunt frantically.
"Stop it, you bastard!" She was determined not to give in, not to tell him what she knew he wanted to hear. But still she wiggled her fingers in and around her hungry cunt.
He chuckled at the horny desperation in her voice. He could tell how turned on he was getting her, but she didn't quite sound like the obedient woman he had so carefully cultivated. Was she getting cold feet at last in spite of everything? It sounded like it was definitely time for another training session. He was going to break this horny bitch once and for all.
"Listen, I didn't call you just to get your pussy hot.'-" He paused, feeling his cock throb, knowing from her silence that he had done just that.
Maybe, he thought, he should just dump this bitch. Too unpredictable. But not without getting some insurance for himself first. She had enough on him that she might be dangerous.
He was getting an idea that would fix everything at once-break her, dump her, and protect himself for good. It would be a nice little bonus for the other salesmen, too.
"Uh. We're having a sales meeting at my place tomorrow night. A little party after-wards. I want you there."
Jill's fingers stirred her pussy, and her rising ecstasy gave her the resolve to say no at first. She knew she couldn't keep living like this, constantly fucking and craving. She had to change it, and that would be her little revenge on Ben Spears. She would show him that she didn't need him or his kind of fucking!
"You want your money, don't you?" he asked. Her voice had been husky and thick enough with need that he was half-tempted to go on over to her apartment and fuck her, no matter what she said.
That penetrated her lust-muddled brain, and she agreed. She knew what would happen if she went to Ben's. He would abuse her and fuck her. She just had to stop herself. Just one more time, and then she would stop. Yes. Yes! Maybe if she took Francine along, Ben
wouldn't try anything really weird. Her friend would be her protection against him.
The idea fired her throbbing clit, and she stroked it with a shaking hand. Jill could hard-ly talk for her lust, and she dared to hang up on him, a fierce thrill shivering its way through her body as she thought of how angry it would make him. Fiery horniness flared in her pussy, giving her all the strength and decisiveness of a reformed alcoholic with a few drinks in her.
After tomorrow she would stop,' but for now, for now ...
Angrily, she kicked her panties off, drunk with lust and not caring that she was playing with herself in her own kitchen, right at the table. There were quick sucking sounds as she fucked her fingers in and out of her cunt. Down her split she saw the frothy white line of her whipped-up pussy juice.
She threw her head back, flicking her clit with her free hand. It went past the point of pain and towards savage ecstasy. "Ohgod-ohgodohgod," she chanted at the ceiling.
She wanted cock, oh how she wanted cock! There was more she wanted, too, but for now Jill could hide her real feelings from herself in her own pleasure. But only for now.
The images of the men she had fucked flashed crazily in her mind. Her come got tantalizingly closer and then receded.
For a second she longed for the feel of Ben's smooth leather strap lashing her ass. She could practically feel it cut deliciously between the cheeks of her butt, feel the burning spread through her skin. And then, then the pulsing, soothing harshness of his hard cock in her pussy, her ass, her mouth.
"Oh, please, please! Please!" she begged out loud. She jerked and bumped around in the kitchen chair crazily, her ass almost sliding off the edge in her prick need.
Now Jill opened her eyes wide and she scanned the table before her. There were the two red taper candles in their holders. One would be just the right length to ... to . . .
The dirty idea squeezed another flaming drop of lust from Jill's cunt. Could she actual-ly do that? Could she?
The burning itch in her pussy made her stand, and she pulled the candles shakily from their holders. She spread her legs apart, then opened her pussy with one hand. She closed her eyes, weaving unsteadily back and forth, savoring the moment of preparation.
Jill shook as she pushed the candle inside her cuntlips. She drove it halfway into her pussy with the same sort of intensity she would use if she were driving a stake into a vampire's heart. She pulled the candle out slightly and twirled it to distribute the pussy juice, then pushed in hard until it all but disappeared inside her grateful cunt. She let go.
Spastic tremors of pleasure made her titties shake. Jill groaned, then the combination of gravity and the wetness of her cunt let the candle slip very slowly out of her.
She watched the steady obscene progress as it emerged from her pussy.
Now she gripped the tapered tip in her fist. Jill fucked her pussy without mercy, gradually sinking down to her knees on the cool linoleum. With a final savage thrust she buried it again in her jerking twat.
Jill's breathing was ragged and hard. Lewd need drove her, and now she felt a horny itching in the most unexpected place. She leaned forward until her forehead touched the floor. Unashamedly, she spread her ass cheeks.
Mr. Hubbard's cock, so hard and thick and good...
Jill screamed when she pushed the waxy candle past the tight ring of her asshole. Deeper and deeper it went. Now she balanced on her forehead and knees, taking a candle in each hand. She gibbered incoherently.
She worked them like a two-man saw, one in, the other out. Then she couldn't stand the lewd, wonderful tension anymore. She gritted her teeth and pulled them both out at the same time, then shoved them in just as she felt the --first wet surges of her come.
She fell over on her side, the candles firmly implanted in cunt and ass, groveling and squirming and squeezing her titties.
She was exploding in ecstasy! Yes, she thought, YES! Yes, she would rut around on the floor like a pig in the dirt! Yes, she would do these filthy things to make herself come!
Juice squirted from her pussy in a long series of comes. At last her asshole achingly squeezed shut as the candle dropped from it. She wrenched the other one from her cunt and lay exhausted on the floor.
Soon, very soon, she would start to be good again. No one would ever have to know about this part of her life, she thought. She wouldn't even tell Francine the whole story.
But she was only fooling herself. Like a junkie after a fix.
Francine fidgeted nervously, sitting in one of the armchairs in Ben Spears' spacious den. She tried to keep her mind on what Ben was saying to the group, but it was mostly boring business talk.
She hoped she at least looked interested. At first he obviously didn't like the idea of her tagging along with Jill, but he seemed a lot more interested after Francine turned on the sex appeal and told him she'd do anything to get a door-to-door sales job like Jill's.
How far did anything go? he wanted to know. As far as you want it to, Francine had teased. She thought that was a pretty clever thing to say. With any luck at all, she'd be fucking Ben Spears tonight. Maybe even with Jill, another threesome! This was one she wasn't going to tell her husband about, though. He'd just get jealous.
If she got the job, there'd be more to come. Jill was so lucky! Fucking the boss, and the customers too! And making good money out of it. Francine didn't care about the money like Jill did, because John made plenty for both of them. But she most definitely cared about the fucking.
Francine didn't understand what her friend was so jumpy about. She'd seen her chug down three drinks in the last hour, while the five men and Francine were still working on their first.
Up front, Ben noticed that the four men who worked for him were shuffling uneasily and glancing over at Jill, knowing that he was almost done with his speech. Ben had clued them in about Jill, and now was the moment they'd all been waiting for.
At first he thought her girl friend, another good looker, was going to be a problem, but right away he figured out that she wouldn't be. She might not like what he was going to do to Jill, but if one of the other guys was fucking her she'd go along with it. He knew women.
"Now," he said, "with that out of the way, we can all relax. Jill, come up here so I can introduce you properly. I know the rest of the fellows would like to get a better look at you."
He smiled, mockingly at first, and then cold anger washed over him as he saw how drunk she was. Dammit, he wanted her sober for this. He wanted her to remember every single second of it. Hell!
Jill hadn't intended to get as drunk as she was. She only kept drinking when she realized what the mere sight of Ben's hard male body and the hypnotic forcefulness of his voice were doing to her pussy. Now, to her horror, she practically fell into the dreaded sanctuary of his arms as she reached the front of the room. Her tits crushed against his muscular chest.
Then she heard a male chorus of laughter. Ben's low chuckle was mixed in with it, sinister and sexual. The laughter died away as she turned to face them. There was a defiant, foolish expression on her embarrassed face. Ben's hands were tight around her arms, and she felt like a cornered animal.
The man sitting nearest her raked his eyes over her body with a strange, frank interest that took her a bleary second to understand. The hard lump of Ben's prick pressed against her butt.
"Well now," the man said, leaning forward eagerly. "The boss here tells us you have kind of an interesting way of making sales. You think you might let the rest of us in on your little secret? How about a little demonstra-tion? You can start with me."
Shock cut through her like a knife. "You dirty bastard! How could you tell them about that!" And what else, she wondered in horror, had he told them about?
He didn't need to answer her. The cruel smile that twisted at his mouth told her everything.
"Francine, help me!" she squealed rebelliously. Ben pushed her, and she fell between the man's legs.
Francine was on the edge of her seat, giggling. "I'd love to, honey, but this one's all yours!" So this was why Jill was drinking so much! It was going to be a regular orgy, and Jill was the main attraction!
The little devil, she hadn't even let on. She was putting' on a pretty good show, too, just like she did for John. It was really a shame Jill couldn't relax and really get into it. She'd enjoy it a hell of a lot more that way, Francine thought.
Francine could see this was going to be a sexier evening than she had even dreamed of. Jill looked over her shoulder at Ben, giving an anguished sob and pleading with her eyes. Even her best friend wouldn't help her! But there was a coiled threat about Ben, and she knew what he could do to her. He saw through her to her very core, into the horrible pit of the secret lust that obsessed her.
The man unzipped his pants and leaned back leisurely. "Fish it out," she heard him say. Ben nudged her from behind with his foot on her butt, and the man unsnapped his pants, then took her head in his hands and pulled her closer to him.
"Ooohhh, noooo!" Jill wailed. She felt like weeping. The tickling spiral of desire had already started in her pussy. She realized that there was no help for her anywhere, not even from Francine. The knowledge made her guts twist in terror.
She buried her face in his crotch. He grunted and moved, pulling his clothes down, and she felt his hard prick against her cheek. She gasped at the jolt of her own arousal and took his cock into her mouth. It was the only comfort she had, the only way out.
"Ahhhh, yes, shit!" the man said. Her
mouth was like a warm, wet glove around his prick. He urged her to suck harder with a few light thrusts of his hips, but she didn't do it.
"I thought- you said this slut knew how to give a good blow job," he said to Ben.
"She does," he said, looking at Jill disgustedly. "But first you have to get her attention." Dammit, she'd better put out! Once she caught fire he knew she'd be begging for it, but for now she was just going through the motions. Damn her!
She moaned around the dick in her mouth as she felt Ben's familiar rough hands pull her skirt up and dive for her pussy. He pulled aside the little strip of cloth that covered her crotch and curled a driving finger into her pussy. The ripe juiciness he found there made his cock throb and jerk.
Jill worked her pussy muscles as if to expel his invading finger. "Now, suck it," she heard him say. Defiantly, she backed off the stranger's cock, but only a little ways. Because by then he had his thumb wiggling into her asshole.
She groaned at the delectable trap. The further back she tried to move, the further his finger penetrated her shitter.
The double sensations made her cunt throb. The only way she could release the incredible tension was to swirl her tongue around the man's cock. She took more of it in, leaning forward slightly and feeling Ben ease up on her asshole.
Jill was so drunk that she didn't know what she was doing. But her body was alive with pleasure that she only half-wanted at the moment. In spite of that, she worked her mouth crazily, sucking the juice up the shaft of his prick.
"Looks like you could use a little help." To her surprise it was Francine, and she felt the other woman's soft cheek against hers as she licked.
Greedily, Francine struggled with her friend for control of the burgeoning prick that excited them both so much. She had sat still as long as she could stand it, but her hunger for cock wouldn't leave her alone. Besides, her cocksucking friend was getting all the men's attention. Francine wanted her share!
The man leaned back to give the two horny women more room. His groin ached with the built-up pressure of his come. "Eat my dick, you two! God, look at those two fucking whores eat cock!"
Jill loved being forced to take his prick while Ben finger-fucked her. The man's words made her feel a fierce, inexplicable pride and possessiveness. She forced herself to take his prick down her throat, driving Francine's
dancing tongue away from the base of it. Francine grunted in frustration, and then moaned again for an entirely different reason. She was glad she'd stripped her clothes off, because now she felt the hard, wet prod of a cock, pushing at her cunt from behind. She diverted her attention for a second, wiggling her ass. The prick slipped from her slot. "Oh, fuck me all the way, fuck me hard!" she cried, partly for Jill's benefit. Then her cunt was split by hard, fucking dick.,. Francine tilted her head to one side, feeling Jill's pointy chin against her cheek. The prick was monopolized by her friend's sucking mouth, so Francine had to settle for the man's nuts. She sucked the heavy, cum-laden sac into her mouth and cradled it there, bathing it in a warm pool of spit while Jill ate his prick. Not that Francine cared anymore. There was plenty of stiff cock in this room for both women, and one of them was banging her pussy good and hard and deep.
Out of the corner of her eye Jill saw her friend's body jerk and heard her cries of pleasure. Then it was her turn to get fucked, and Ben ripped his finger out of her pussy and replaced it with his cock. The thought of what was happening to both of them made her speed up her mouth motions.
The tight knob of the prick the two women shared throbbed and pulsed inside Jill's mouth. The man's guiding hands were gone from her head now, and she took the oppor-tunity to pull her head away for a moment. Her saliva ran down the full length of the thick cock. Big purple veins stood out all over the huge prick, and Jill quickly gobbled it back into her sucking mouth.
"Get ready, baby, 'cause I'm going to come," the man said. "I'm going to come in your mouth, honey."
"Suck it good, now," Ben said. "Show him what you can do." As if on cue, Ben walloped in and out of her pussy, getting her hotter as he squeezed her ass the way he knew she liked.
There was a quivering tickle in her throat. She bobbed up and down, sucking hard. She didn't know this man whose cock she sucked so exquisitely, and she didn't care. What she wanted right now was the stream of hot come that poured into her mouth.
She sucked sloppily, nearly choking on his come and her own spit. She gyrated her hips to let Ben's huge prick fuck her slick pussy, moaning as she lost some of the good jism. The prick in her mouth softened and bent against her cheek as she drove her head down to suck up some of the come that had drooled from her mouth.
But she couldn't get it all. She saw that as the man rolled away. Francine's face was so close to hers, and she saw that some of the jism had landed on her cheek. Francine was oblivious to it, though, and Jill watched her face twitch as she climaxed.
Francine's eyelids flickered open and she looked right at Jill. Her cries drowned out the gruff male groans of pleasure that came from behind the two women.
"Oh ... Jill ... he's coming in my pussy! He's coming in me now! And I'm ... coming ... NOW!"
Jism flooded Francine's pussy. The fever of Francine's orgasm infected Jill, and she fucked backwards against Ben's cock.
Her cunt felt more pleasure as another man stood before her and forced his sticky cock into her mouth. Cutting through the lingering taste of the jism she had taken in her mouth was a new taste. Not as strong as the other, but she slurped as the enormous flow of pre-come seeped into her mouth.
Her head was jerked back abruptly, Ben's fingers pulling her long blonde hair. It hurt so much she whined.
"This bitch slut is all mine. Her friend over there needs to get fucked, so do it to her." He wanted to watch Jill get fucked, but -not just now.
"Please! I want it like that!" Jill moaned.
"Shut up!" Ben hissed. He unplugged his cock from her pussy, almost losing control as his prick slid over her soft cunt walls. He pulled back harder and didn't let her go until the saleman's prick was well out of range of her mouth and smacked solidly in Francine's cunt.
He turned Jill and backed her up, his cock bobbing and whacking against her cunt the whole time.
Finally the sizzling heat of his cock and balls settled down to a slow burn. He let her hair go and pulled her panties aside again, enjoying the difficulty of getting his prick past her tightly-squeezed cuntlips. Cautiously, he fucked her. He wanted to make this last, watch her while she watched the others.
"Please, please, I want to suck some more cock!" Jill pleaded. The sight of the turgid prick in Francine's mouth drove her crazy, made her want it even more. The tantalizing first taste of the man's cock only fired her up, and Ben's slowly thrusting prick in her cunt didn't do much to soothe the feeling away.
"Just shut up. You'll be getting enough, soon enough." He resisted the temptation to plug her and let himself come. It was just a matter of time before her base desire dis-solved her into a begging, obedient slut.
For a moment he allowed himself the luxury of wondering if all housewives needed it as much as her. Most of them seemed to.
Now Jill could see Francine's whole naked body. Her legs were spread apart, and Jill saw the glistening traces of the come that drooled from her pussy. Saw it, that is, when Francine moved her hand away from her cunt. She alternated between stroking her clit and holding the cock in her mouth steady whenever the man went too deep into her throat.
"Oh God, stop!" Jill rasped. Every power-ful stroke eroded something inside her, and she felt the horrible perverse need surfacing in her. Suddenly, Ben's slowly fucking cock just didn't feel like enough. She butted her ass against his thighs urgently and pinched desperately on her pebble-hard clit.
White cream exploded around Francine's mouth and dribbled down her chin. A dreamy expression passed over her face, and Jill saw her flick her tongue out to capture the last drops of leaking jism. The smell of it inflamed her.
"Fuck me harder, harder! Hurt me!" Jill yelled. She saw the man behind Francine cram his dick into her cunt and shoot his load into Francine's pussy.
Now she was really hot. It was the moment he'd been waiting for. "What's that you said, woman?"
She sagged in the grip of a sick, gut wrenching shiver. She tried everything she could to come, but it was no good. She turned her head in his direction.
"I want you to ... hurt me. I need it so bad! Do me that way, please, please!" She didn't care who heard her.
But she would.
His cock slowed further. "Louder, so everyone can hear. What is it you need, bitch?"
"Fuck me," she begged, not wanting to say it again.
"What else?"
"Tie me and fuck me!" Jill couldn't stand Francine's disbelieving, disapproving look, so she closed her eyes. They were all looking at her! And now . . . and now all these strangers and her best friend were going to know the terrible thing she needed so badly!
"What else?" Ben continued. She felt him put his cruel huge prick as deep as it would go. There was a rewarding twinge of pain in her pussy.
She bit her lip. "Whip me and fuck me! Everybody fuck me every place-my cunt, my mouth, my ass!" She whimpered and wrenched her hips against him, but he stopped her. His cock ground to a halt in her cunt. She struggled to move her hips again, but Ben kept holding her tightly against him. His cock flexed once, twice, and then flooded the depths of her cunt with hot spunk.
He pushed her down on her face as soon as he was done with her. She still had her hand under her, rubbing her clit and running a finger in her slick hole. She didn't care if she had an audience.
"You asked for it, baby," Ben said evilly, "and now you're going to get it."