Chapter 1
"Damn it, Julia, you can't do this to me! You hinted about things all through dinner and now you've changed your mind."
Julia pulled away from him and moved to the end of the sofa.
"What things did I hint about?"
Al Page looked furious. His face was flushed and he had a sheen of sweat on his forehead.
"You hinted that we would fuck tonight."
"You know I don't like that word."
"All right, you hinted we would sleep together."
"I did no such thing. Every time you take me out to dinner you think you can get me into bed.' I'm not like that, Al. I keep telling you I'm not like that and you don't believe me. It's not my fault you don't believe me. Maybe you better i go."
"The hell I will! We're going to fuck."
"No, we're not. And I hate you for using that word."
"Jesus Christ, what's the difference? It's only a word."
Julia turned her face away. She really didn't care for him. He was nice enough, but she'd never cared for him the way he thought she did. It wasn't her fault. He ought to be satisfied she went out with him. Men were always so possessive and she hated it. She did not want to be possessed by Al Page.
She knew she turned him on, she could always see it in his eyes. And sometimes the evidence was there in the front of his pants in the bulge of his cock, like now. She was certain he had an erection now. He was eager to fuck. She didn't like to hear the word spoken out loud, but in her mind it was the word she used and it always made her quiver when she thought about it.
"Come on, Julia."
"I'm not going anywhere. This is my apartment, remember?"
"Christ, I don't know why I bother with you.,,
"I'm not sleeping with you tonight."
"It's not like we haven't done it before.
You're not a virgin, for God's sake."
"Not tonight."
"Oh Jesus. At least let me kiss you. You said you liked me."
She did not resist when he moved close to her and kissed her. She liked kissing if the man was gentle enough. The trouble with men was that they were too insistent. It wasn't her fault she turned them on. They took one look at her in a tight dress and they went crazy. It wasn't her fault.
When he finally pulled his mouth away from hers, he said, "Let me go down on you, Julia."
She was shocked. "You've had too much to drink."
"No, I haven't. Come on, let's do it. I told you last time I wanted to do it. If you don't want to fuck, at least let me go down on you. You don't have to do a thing, I'll do all the work.
Come on, Julia."
She was tempted. She liked having her pussy licked. "Will you promise not to ask me to do anything else?"
"Okay, I promise."
"I haven't showered since this morning."
"Christ, I don't care about that."
"All right."
She wanted to tell him she thought he was a pig, but she thought better of it. It would be silly to tell him that. He was about to eat her pussy and now she wanted it badly. She slipped her shoes off. Lifting her ass, she pulled at her pantyhose and panties and got them down her thighs and legs and off her feet. She ran her fingers through her muff. She was wet and sweaty. Only a pig like Al Page would want to get his face in there. She could never understand why some men liked to do it. The idea of sucking a pussy made her want to puke. But she liked having it done to her. It was fun having a pig root around in her cunt.
She had no modesty now about showing her pussy to Al. If he was going to eat it, he'd have to look at it. If he liked it enough to eat it, there was no reason not to show it to him. She wanted him hot. She'd had her cunt eaten enough times to know it was best when the man was turned on. She pulled her legs up and opened her thighs to expose her crotch.
Al went to his knees on the rug. "That's great, Julia. Christ, what a pussy! A woman with a cunt like that ought to be a hot firecracker. The world is crazy."
She slammed her legs closed. "I don't like the way you're talking."
He groaned and pulled her legs apart. "All right, all right. Just relax, will you? Jesus Christ, you turn me on."
He finally zoomed in. She watched his face. She kept her eyes on his mouth as he pressed it into the jungle of hair in her crotch. I ought to trim it, she thought. She quivered as she watched her cunt hair curl into Al's nose.
His tongue and lips felt marvelous. He knew how to suck. He licked and lapped her pussy until he had her squirming.
She came quickly. She always came hard when her cunt was licked. The hot juices poured out of her pussy to flood his sucking mouth. Then she pushed him away. She closed her legs and rolled over on her side on the sofa.
Al rose to his feet. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Then he opened his pants and brought his cock out.
"Come on, Julia, suck my cock."
She refused. "You promised you wouldn't ask me to do anything."
"Jesus Christ, you can't do this. Come on, suck it, damn it. Suck my cock!"
He pushed his cock against her mouth. She could smell his prick. She wanted to scream. She wouldn't suck it. She hated having a cock in her mouth.
Al became angry and he slapped his hard cock against her face. "You're a stupid bitch, Julia. You're a stupid cock-teasing bitch! I ought to beat the shit out of you."
She was frightened by his anger. He was physically strong and she knew he could easily hurt her. She trembled as he continued threatening her. When he told her to undress, she finally agreed to do it.
She rose off the sofa and peeled her clothes off. Al watched her with hunger in his eyes. He made her so conscious of her body, her big tits, her ass, and above all, her pussy.
When he stripped his clothes off, she couldn't help looking at his cock. He was well-hung, she would give him that much. He had a nice fat cock and a heavy set of balls and all of it surrounded by dark crotch hair. Sexy, she had to admit his cock and balls were sexy.
But she didn't want sex any more. She went limp as he forced her down on the sofa. I won't help him, she thought, and she remained completely passive. She let him open her legs, let him drape her legs over his shoulders. In a moment his cock was inside, his fat cockhead pushing inside her pussy. He slammed his prick inside her cunthole and began fucking.
He came quickly. No more than a dozen strokes and he began shooting his load. She felt the wetness. She felt his hot jism dribbling out of her cunthole.
When he finally pulled out, his cock was still hard. He hovered over her, his stiff prick dripping the last of his jism on her belly.
"You're a lousy fuck," he said. "You're a cock-teasing bitch and you're a lousy fuck."
"And you're a prick, that's what you are.
You're a cheap prick."
He slapped her face. She cried out and he slapped her again.
"You fucking bitch! You think you're hot shit, don't you? I won't even fuck you again. I've still got a hard-on but I won't fuck you again. You're not worth it. Come on, show me your cunt, bitch. Show me the gash. Show it to me before I smash your teeth down your throat."
Trembling with her fear of him, she opened her legs. She spread her cuntlips with her fingers to show him the inside of her cunt.
"Christ, what a raunchy-looking hole," he said.
He began jerking off. His fingers curled around his cock shaft, he frigged his prick over her cunt.
She was mesmerized by his cock. She had never watched a man jerk off before. It was so obscene. She watched the tip of his prick, waiting for his cock to squirt.
Finally he came. His ropey jism shot out of his pisshole and splashed on her belly. His second load of spunk. She was amazed because there was so much of it.
He finished off. He milked his cock with his fingers. Then he leaned over her and added a wad of spit to the mess on her belly.
"You stupid bitch."
He hurried into his clothes.
She lay there in a daze and watched him walk out. Then, after the front door of the apartment closed, Julia went to one of the living room windows. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw his car pull away. Good riddance, she thought.
It was her own fault for getting mixed up with a creep like that. She didn't care about him. She had her own cookies to worry about. Tomorrow she'd be starting a new job, something important, and she'd gone out with Al only to get her mind off it. She was nervous about the new job. She'd finally landed something good, a position as an administrative assistant to a hotshot executive, a woman.
Julia had never worked for a woman before and she was very nervous about the whole thing. But the job paid a fabulous salary and she wanted it. She wanted to succeed. Al Page could go fuck himself. She could do very well without him.
She gathered up her clothes, threw everything onto a chair in the bedroom. In the bathroom she walked into the shower stall, slid the door shut and turned the water on. God, she was glad to be rid of him. She needed relaxation. The hell with Al Page!
The warm water felt good. She let it run over her body. The hot water splashed on her tits and belly and pussy. Her cunt was sore from the rough fucking he'd given her. The bastard.
She remembered his cock spurting when he came the second time. Watching a cock squirt always got to her. All that jism they had. He did have nice balls, big and hairy and low. She liked low-hanging balls. God, don't be stupid, she thought. The way he treated you, how can you get turned on thinking about his balls?
She was angry at him. Al was an authentic bastard. He ought to have been more considerate of her. She hated to be slapped around by a drip like that. She hated his guts.
She played with her tits while she soaped them. She had nice tits. They were heavy enough to hang just a bit and she didn't mind that. She'd rather have the size and weight. Her nipples were perfect, the tips long enough to be sexy when she wore a thin blouse. Women were showing lots of nipple these days and she had lots to show.
When she soaped her pussy, she thought of Al again. She thought of his fat cock pounding in and out of her poor little cunt. That's what they did. They gave you a pounding and then they dumped the mess inside. All the time she'd let him fuck her, she'd come only once.
She wondered if she ought to jerk off. Maybe it would make her feel better. She started rubbing her pussy, but then she stopped. She was too nervous. All she could think about was her new job. Her new job was certainly more interesting than sex.
When she came out of the shower, the apartment doorbell rang. She wondered who it was.
She hurried into her robe, opened the door and found Greg Johnson, her next door neighbor, standing there.
"Are you all right, Julia? I heard lots of noise in here before. I thought I'd check." His eyes were on her tits and so she belted her robe more tightly.
"I'm fine," she said.
"Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure. Come on in if you want."
"Maybe it's too late."
"No, it's not too late. We'll have some brandy."
He followed her in and shut the door. Why do I do it? She thought. All a man had to do was look at her and she wanted more. She liked to tease them, that's what it was. Al is right, she thought, I am a cock-teaser.
She let Greg pour the brandy and they sat down in the living room fadng each other. They chatted about the weather, about a local football game, about the landlord who was too cheap to keep the elevators working properly. She was aware of Greg's eyes on her body. He had to realize she had nothing on under the robe. His eyes made her tingle. She let the robe slip away from her legs to expose a few inches of her thighs.
God, how she loved to tease a man. She wondered if his cock was hard just from his looking at her legs. He was cute-and horny, too. She could see it in his eyes.
They flirted with each other but to Julia it was only a game. She enjoyed flirting with a man when she knew she could maintain control of things. Greg was too sweet to be any trouble.
But finally he told her how much he liked her.
He said they ought to have dinner some time.
"I'm crazy about your legs, Julia. You've got the nicest legs around.".
She smiled. "Legs get to you, huh?"
"They sure do. You know. They make you think of other things."
She raised a foot and turned it. "My legs are bare now. They look better in stockings. I bet you like black fishnet stockings."
"How'd you guess?"
She wondered what it would be like to have him suck her cunt. She had a pair of black fishnet stockings. She could put them on and then wrap her legs around his ears. Gobble gobble. She would drizzle cuntjuice all over his cute mouth. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, amusing herself by watching his eyes as he tried to see between her thighs.
"I guess maybe it's getting late now," she said.
"Do you want me to leave?"
"Well. .
"Why don't you make it with me, Julia? I'm really nuts about you."
"I'll think about it."
"You mean it?"
"Sure I mean it. Maybe you'd better go now."
She walked with him to the door. He was reluctant to go and she had to practically push him out. After he was out, she closed the door and locked it and leaned against it with a sigh. Two men after her in one night, she thought. She giggled softly and walked into the living room again.
She felt good. She stripped her robe off and looked at herself in the mirror over the sofa. She could see only the upper half of her body, her big tits. She hefted her tits in her hands and rolled her nipples with her fingers.
She was turned on now. She hadn't been interested in sex before, but she was now. And how! Her nipples were stiff.
She turned right and left in front of the mirror. She watched her tits bounce free, and then she held her tits in her hands and watched them again. She loved her fits. She loved every part of her body.
Let's have ourselves a party, she thought. She found a pair of high-heeled mules in the bedroom and put them on. She liked the feeling in her legs when she wore heels. High heels made her feel sexy. She could feel the tension in her thighs and ass and she liked it.
She walked around the apartment naked except for the high heels. She stopped at each mirror to look at herself. There was a full-length mirror in the foyer and she stopped at that and looked at herself up and down. One hot-looking chick, she thought. I wouldn't mind fucking you myself. No wonder they were all after her.
She poured some more brandy into a glass and she stood in front of the mirror with it. She used one hand to hold the brandy and the other hand to rub her cunt. She ran her fingers through her muff and pinched her cuntlips. Then she found the shaft of her clit and she quivered as she rubbed it up and down.
After a while she put the brandy down on the small table in the foyer and she used that hand to fondle her ass. She worked her fingers between her asscheeks and touched her asshole, her secret pleasure spot. She pushed her middle finger inside her asshole and continued rubbing her clit.
It was fun to frig herself in front of a mirror like this. She looked so damn sexy with one hand on her cunt and the other hand on her ass. She wondered what Greg would think if he saw her now.
The hell with Greg, she thought. Have yourself a ball.
She went to the kitchen, pulled a large cucumber out of the refrigerator and ran hot water over it to warm it up.
Then she took the cucumber to the living room.
It was an old routine and she was already quivering with excitement before she even got started.
She turned the TV on and all the lights off. Seated on the sofa facing the TV screen, she worked the cucumber up her ass while she played with her cit.
Oh Jesus, it was good. She'd been just a kid the first time she'd put something in her asshole
-a peeled banana. She went crazy shitting it out. That was the first really far-out orgasm she'd ever had. After a year or two of bananas she started on cucumbers. The cukes were less messy and she liked them better because some of them were much bigger than bananas.
Julia loved searching the fruit stand in the supermarket for the biggest cucumber they had.
Sometimes she thought the girl who did the weighing knew what it was for. One time the girl winked at her and told her cucumbers were always a big seller. This one felt great. She had a finger on her clit, a cucumber in her ass and Johnny Carson on the tube. And tomorrow she would start a great job.
She was so damn excited about that job! She wondered what her new boss would be like. Maybe she would be tough. Some people said women bosses were the worst.
Oh God, I'm coming!" she thought. She rubbed her cit in a frenzy and fucked the cucumber in and out of her ass as she whacked herself off to a huge orgasm. All through it all she thought about her new boss. The craziest thing was that she couldn't think of the woman's name. Her memory blanked out. She had a marvelous wild orgasm but she couldn't remember the name of her new boss.