Chapter 13
The next day Paul gave me the bad news. He was going on another sales trip. "I didn't want to tell you yesterday," he said as he packed. "Didn't want to bring anything up to spoil our anniversary."
"My God, Paul. You just got back Friday. You haven't even been here three days. What'd they do, tell you right when you got back that you were going on another trip?"
"Just about," he said. "I was told Saturday, the day after I got back."
I was upset. I moped around for a while, then I suddenly decided to hell with it. I'd go out. Go shopping. I drove into town and went to Sanders Department Store. I wandered around on the first floor for a bit, then decided to go up to the top floor where the lingerie department was. I got on the elevator and started the rather slow trip to the top floor. The elevator stopped at every floor and people got on and off. And just as it reached the top floor the lights went out.
"Oh, no," someone groaned.
"Aye, not to worry," someone else said. "This happens occasionally. It's a partial power failure. There's an overload somewhere. Nothing really serious. The lights will be out for five or ten minutes."
"Can't we get out?"
"Not till the lights come back on. When the power comes back on the doors will open. I've been through this before, more than once."
I felt a hand touch me and sweep down to my ramp. I looked around but couldn't see anyone. It was too dark to see. He slid a hand from my butt to between my legs-and, oh, the tingling feeling when he ran his hand over my pussy! I moved my legs apart to give him more access to my cunt. He slipped a finger into my slit and I almost gasped aloud. Then I closed my mouth. There were other people there-very close. This would have to be silent. I felt his prick press against my ass. He began humping me, then he slid his finger in my pussy and began finger-fucking me. He slid my skirt up and slid my panties down and moved his legs between mine. Then I felt his throbbing pecker nudge my cunthole. He wrapped his arms around my waist and entered me. I wanted to cry out with pleasure but I kept my mouth shut. He ground his rod up, then he began strumming it in me, hitting me with solid strokes. God, he was screwing me so good! A total stranger was fucking me from behind. In the dark. In silence. It was a totally new experience for me. And I ate it up. Oh, I'm gonna experience it all! I thought. Yes, all! Everything sexual! Everything! This is part of it. Part of that world of fuck. I'm gonna feel it all!
He kept pumping his root in me. My pussy juice flowed down in a wave of searing wetness. Oh, he was fucking the fire out of me! He was pounding it in me with full heaves of his cock. He drove it deep in my quiff and I felt that first wonderful heavenly spurt of hot sperm-no other feeling like it on Satan's red earth-spewing up to the core of my pussy, bathing my gut with humid thick cream. He pumped a lot of good hot spunk up my cunt....
Strangers....
Later that afternoon a station wagon pulled into the drive. A young woman got out and, carrying a small black case and a large black purse, came to the door.
"Hello, I'm Leslie Dyon," she smiled. "I represent Nova Cosmetics and I'd like to talk to you about our products."
She had lustrous black hair, boyishly cut. When she smiled her dark eyes sparkled. Her skin was milky. She was quite attractive. I asked her to come in.
"This is almost a futile thing, I guess," she smiled as she entered. "I mean, you don't need cosmetics. You're quite lovely just as you are." Her gaze swept over my body, coming to rest on my breasts. "But I don't just carry powders or lotions. I have a goodly variety of scents."
She held up a small square bottle, opened it and ran it under my nose.
"Umm, that's nice," I said.
"Evening in Babylon," she said huskily, smiling mischievously. "A rather daring name, but it's a daring scent. If you wear it, I'm not responsible for what might happen." She chuckled throatily.
"Now, this is something you might really like," she said, opening a tiny round bottle. "It's called 'All Night.'" She waved it under my nose.
"Oh, that's nice," I said. "It's like-I don't know."
"Umm," she smiled. "I know." She dabbed a bit of the perfume under my ears. "This is a really fine scent. It's light but very alluring." She looked at my face as though studying it, then her gaze raked my body. "It might sound strange," she said, "but scents are really individual. I mean, certain scents go only with certain shapes, certain formations of the face-and the body. 'All Night' is a scent for the neck. Now, this," she brought out a small diamond-shaped cut-glass bottle, "is for the bust. Here-" she dabbed a finger on the top of one of my mounds--"and here," she said, dabbing the other. She kept dabbing with her finger: between my breasts, on my nipples, letting her finger rest on a teat. A warm glow filled my belly.
"What's the name of that scent?" I asked.
She ran her finger around my nipple, rolling it.
Now the tips of her other fingers touched my breast.
"Isle of Sappho," she breathed. She kept rolling her finger around, rubbing my tits. Now she began stroking it. "Ohh," I sighed.
She pressed herself against me and gently pushed me down on the sofa. Her tongue snaked between my lips. I opened my mouth and her tongue darted in. We licked and lapped each other's tongues. She nuzzled my cheek and my neck, down to my boobs. She laid hot kisses on my mounds. Her tongue found my nipples and licked them.
"Ohh," I breathed. I held her cheeks and ran my fingers through her boyish hair. She caressed my legs, my hips, my belly. Her hands roamed all over my body.
"Oh, love me," I moaned. "Love my body."
"Luv," she cooed hotly in my ear, "that's just what I'm going to do."
She slid our skirts up and slipped our panties off. She stretched out on top of me. I raised my vulva and legs up till we were in just the right position to touch our cunts together. She pressed hers down and our clits touched. She arched her back and laid her breasts squarely upon mine. Our nipples touched. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and she ran her arms under mine. Our hot cheeks were pressed together. Then we began to move.
"Ooh, you know what sister love is," she purred. "Oh, yes ... you've been to Sappho's Isle ... Sweet luv-sweet sister luv."
She was really turning me on.
"Oh my sweet," she continued in my ear, "my flaming loving sister sweet ... ooh, sweet sapphic sister."
"Ohh, yes," I moaned. "Ohh we're loving! Oh, it's so hot-so devilishly hot! Ohh-so delicious!"
She slid down my body, her tongue and lips leaving a wet scorching trail down my breasts, my belly, down to my bush. She ran her mouth all through my pubic hair, licking me. She raised her head a little and looked down at my vulva. "Ohh," she breathed, "it's like a fuzzy golden-red peach ... Oh, my luv!" She drew her tongue along my pussy slit and breathed hotly on it.
"Ohh, God!" I gasped, heaving my cunt up.
She dipped her tongue into my pussy and ran it all around my cunt, then she flicked her tongue on my clitoris. I moved my vulva up and around in little circles and ran my hands along her cheeks, her neck, through her hair. "Oh, your tongue!" I groaned. "Oh, God, don't stop-don't ever stop. It feels too good to ever stop!"
She moved her body around and, without missing a lick on my clit, straddled my neck and lowered her cunt to my mouth. I slipped my tongue into her and found her clitoris and flicked at it. The feel of her lips sucking my clit, her breasts pressing into my belly, mine pressing into hers, and the taste and feel of her clit, transported me to a realm of utter erotic delight. I don't know how long we licked and sucked each other. Wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washed over and through me.
She finally turned around and we were face to face.
"Ah, I didn't know love between women could be so good," I crooned.
"Oh, it's paradise," she cooed. "Men have their ways, their attractions. Yes, love between men and women is good. I love for a man to make lust with me. But there's a love that a woman can give and receive from another woman that men know nothing about. It's both an internal and an external sensuous love-an inner and outer erotic sapphic love. There's nothing else like it. But, of course, men have that one thing-that stiff long thick thing that reaches up inside us, giving us a pleasure we can't give to each other ... unless...."
She got off me and stood. She knelt and opened her purse and brought out an object with straps. She stood and strapped it on. It was a dildo. It was a perfect replica of a penis. She applied a lotion to it. My heart thumped as she moved onto the sofa and got on top of me. With a forefinger and thumb, she stretched me open and guided the dildo. I reached down and took it in my hand. It was made of hard rubber but was somewhat flexible and velvety smooth.
She slid the rubber dick into me. It had a glans just like a real cock. She pushed it deeper.
"Ah, how does it feel, my luv," she purred.
"Oh, it feels good," I murmured. "It feels almost like a real cock."
"Oh, yes," she crooned. "And I'm going to love your gorgeous body with it." She slid it deeper, pulled it back a bit, then deeper till it was buried in me.
"Ohh, it's thick and smooth," I moaned, "and it feels so good!"
"Yes, my luv," she said, moving it in my sheath. "Yes, it feels good, sweet sister. All for you in your delicious pussy." She ran it up and down my quiff in long smooth strokes.
"Oh, it's so good!" I sighed. "Oh, slide it in me, all the way, all of it! Oh, God, it's making me cum!"
She slowed the movement of the rubber cock after I came. "Ahh, that was good ... so good," I sighed.
"Would you like to fuck me?" she breathed hotly in my ear. "Sure," I said.
I got on my knees and strapped the dildo on. I stroked it, marveled at it.
She wrapped her legs around my waist, clasped the dildo, and lowered herself upon it. "Oh, yes!" she gasped. "Ahh!" she moaned. "Oh, darling luv, yes, ooh, every inch of it. Give it all to me!"
I thrust my vulva up and she began writhing, screwing herself on the dildo. "Oh, sweet sapphic fuck!" she cried.
I licked and sucked her titties as I frigged her. She moved her chest, thrusting it out, jutting her breasts into my mouth. "Ohh, screw-fuck-suck-bite!" she cried out. "Screw me, fuck me, my luv!"
I gave it to her with strong heaves. "Now! Now!" she panted. "Oh, sister fuck-now!" She screwed her pussy on the dildo with rapid thrusts, then she gave out a great groan and went rigid. I drove the dick up her vagina in fast raps. "Oh, it's now!" she cried. "Oh, luv, it's now!"
We kissed and nuzzled and caressed each other, savoring our fuck. It was a totally new sensation for me to screw a woman. Although not as pleasurable as being screwed, it was still gratifying.
The fiery ache in my cunt and ass wouldn't go away. I wanted a cock in me. I needed it, and I knew where to get it.
I went to Daddy's. He was sprawled out on the sofa. Without a word I got on top of him and hunched him. "Oh, Daddy, I'm so horny ... Give me your cock ... Fill my pussy up ... Give me the good hot screwing that only you can give me."
Daddy got hard and slid it into me. "Oh, yes! Oh, Daddy, that's it! All the way, sweet Daddy! Fill me up-fill me up as only you can."
We came quickly and simultaneously. It was the fastest fuck of my life.
"Oh, honey," he wheezed, "you could make a fortune with that tight pussy!"
I rested my head on his chest. "What do you mean, I could make a fortune?"
He looked at me and smiled. "Just an expression."
"Do you mean I could sell it?" I asked, smiling. Daddy raised his eyebrows, then chuckled. "Could you sell it? Honey, does the sun rise in the east?"
"I'm curious. How much do you think it's worth?"
"It's priceless," he said.
"They say everything has a price."
"They haven't had you."
"So how much do you think it's worth? How much do you think I could sell it for?"
"By the hour or by the night?" he asked.
"By the night."
He shrugged. "There're people who would pay you thousands of dollars."
"Thousands of dollars? For one night?"
"Sure," Daddy said. "For you."
"Maybe I'm in the wrong business."
"What business?"
"Of giving it away. Maybe I should sell it. I enjoy it, I love it, I'm going to do it regardless. Why not make a fortune while I'm at it?"
"Why not," Daddy said. "On one condition."
"What's that?"
"That you don't charge me for it."
"Oh, Daddy, I'd never charge you. You'd have unlimited credit with me."
"Good."
"I just wonder," I said. "About what?"
"How it would feel to sell it. Just once. I wonder how it would feel to take money from someone for it, if it would make me feel cheap or degraded. Or if it wouldn't matter, if it wouldn't make any difference in the way I feel. I can't imagine that it would. I think every woman sometimes thinks of selling it, how it would feel, what it would be like for somebody to pay money to fuck her."
"Maybe so," Daddy said.
"I want to experience it all, Daddy. Every sexual thing there is. I want to fuck-all the time-I want to live in a world of constant fuck. Every sexual thing there is, Daddy. I want to do it. Will you help me do it?"
"You know I will, honey," he said.
"I want to experience what it's like to sell it."
Daddy looked at me and grinned and wagged his head. "Are you sure?" he asked.
"Yes. I want to experience it all, and I want to know what it's like to take money for fucking."
"Okay," Daddy said.
"Can you arrange it?" I asked.
"Sure...."
I stood in front of the bald fat man sitting on the sofa. Daddy unbuttoned my shift and slid it off.
"Well, what do you think, Fats?" he asked the man.
The man's eyes bugged out and he licked his puffy lips. "Ah, yeah," he said. "Come 'ere."
I went to him and he pulled me down next to him. "What a pair of knockers!" he exclaimed. He mouthed them, sucking them hard. "Damn!" he rasped. He looked down at my cunt. Then he positioned me so I was half-squatting, half-kneeling on the sofa, straddling his thighs. "You got eatin' pussy!" he growled before burying his face in my muff and jabbing his tongue into my slit.
"Ohh!" I gasped, clutching his bald head and moving my vulva around. "Ohh, your tongue! It's so thick and long!" His jabbing tongue sent fiery bolts through me. His tongue sure was long. "Lick me!" I groaned, my pussy writhing in his chubby face. "Ah, suck my cunt! Lick, suck, eat it! Oh, God-your tongue's so long!"
The juice poured down my quiff.
He turned me over on the sofa. He tore at his fly and moved my ass to the edge of the couch. He got on top of me, clasped my buttocks and pushed himself in.
"Yeah!" he hissed. His prick was hard and thick. He grunted as he slid it in my sheath. He croaked and went down on my tits. "You like Fats fucking you, huh," he said.
"Oh, give it to me!" I cried. "Screw me with that fat peter, Fats! Jam it in me! Ohh-your prick's so thick! Ahh, you're fucking me good!" I looked down at his bald head and his puffy lips sucking my tits. The thought of a fat ugly man fucking me didn't bother me at all. "Oh, God, I'm gonna cream!" I cried. "Oh, you too! Cream in me-squirt your cream out of that fat dick!"
He gave out a hoarse cry and his sperm erupted within me. "Oh, you!" he rasped. "You fucking movie star!" He kept spewing semen in me. Then he finally toppled off me.
Almost immediately, Daddy mounted me and drove his rod up my sheath. "Oh, yes!" I cried. "Ohh, now you, Daddy! Yes, dig it in deep!"
Fats was sprawled next to me, looking on with bugged-out eyes. His peter was half-hard. I reached out and grabbed it and started jacking it. "Bring it up here," I said. "I wanna suck your dick."
His root was moist and flabby. I found to my delight that I could take all of it in my mouth.
He panted and wheezed. "Fucking your mouth! Fucking your face! Damn, suck it all, baby!" His balls were moist and fat. He suddenly spurted spunk. I gulped it down and sucked on his peter, drawing his creamy jism into my mouth and swallowing it. "Damn, your mouth's like a tight pussy!" he groaned.
Daddy rapped his cock up my quiff and his sperm suddenly gushed forth, flooding my cunt.
We rested on the sofa. Fats lay behind me, running his dick against my rump and rubbing my titties. "She's a living doll," Fats said to Daddy. "Prime-grade A. Sell her to me. Name your price."
"Can't do that," Daddy said. "I don't own her. She belongs to herself."
Fats grunted and rubbed his peter between my ass mounds. He ran a beefy hand over my breasts, mashing and squeezing them. "How about it, doll," he said, rubbing his jowls on my cheek. "Fats will take care of you. You won't have to worry about anything. I'll give you everything you want-and more. Anything you want, doll, I'll give it to you. I'll be your sugar daddy." He slid his peter in my ass. "Just give me your ass, baby, your pussy, your mouth, your tits, and I'll give you everything you want." Now he drove his meaty cock solidly up my ass.
After Fats left I lolled on the sofa. Daddy came and sat and looked in my eyes and smiled. "Well, honey," he said, taking out a wad of bills and giving it to me.
I smiled. "Well, I wanted experience fucking for money, and I did."
"And how do you feel?" Daddy asked.
"I don't feel cheap or degraded." I counted the money. "Fats is generous."
"Yes, he is, very generous," Daddy said.
"Tell me, Daddy, how much does a procurer get?"
"It depends. On the average, probably about half."
"Here," I said, holding out half the money.
"I don't want it, honey."
"I want you to have it. I wanted to experience what it was like to sell it, to make money out of it. That includes giving you a cut of it. You were my procurer."
Daddy took the money I offered. "Okay," he said, "but I'll be a generous procurer. I'll only take a fourth." He gave me back half of it. "And I'm going to hold this in trust for you." He looked down at my body. "You don't know how beautiful and luscious and innocent you are."
"Innocent?"
"Yes." He stretched out on top of me. "It would be so easy to take advantage of you, honey. But I'm not gonna do it. I love you too much." He entered me slowly, deliciously.
"Oh, Daddy, I love you," I breathed in passion. "Oh, dear Daddy, dear Hubby."
I was almost there, had almost made it. Paul told me the good news. He'd been promoted. He wouldn't be making sales trips anymore. I quit my job at the bookstore. I didn't need to occupy my time, I had enough to fill it up. I was well on my way to living in that world of fuck-that constant anticipation, arousal, orgasm and afterglow. If need be, I could rely on Daddy to supply me with cocks, long stiff ones-like Fats'. (The more I thought about Fats the more I wanted his cock, his fat and meaty cock.)
Yes, I was close, so very close to living in that world. That wonderful world of constant fuck.