Chapter 10
"Hello, Rouel," Brenda said into the phone. "Who.. .what?"
"Surprised? You were waiting for this call, weren't you? Only you expected it to be from those two goons of yours."
There was silence at the other end. Then, "Brenda, I can explain."
"Go ahead, if you must," Brenda said. "But it isn't necessary. And, you remember, you wanted a woman who would understand. Believe me, I understand. I knew when I dialed your number that you'd be waiting by the phone, waiting to hear from those two goons. That was your sweet little way of convincing me it's a tough world out here."
"Brenda, really, I-"
"For what it's worth, Rouel, it is a tough world out here. Just ask your thugs after they're out of the hospital. Assuming they go back to you. They probably won't."
"I want you," Rouel said hoarsely.
"Would you still have wanted me after those two goons were finished with me?"
"They were only supposed to frighten you."
"So that I'd come running back to you? That's so childish, you should be writing TV scripts."
"I know you're sore, but-"
"I'm not interested enough to be sore," Brenda replied. "Disgusted, maybe. Anyway, it doesn't matter. What you want isn't me. If you really knew me, you wouldn't want me."
"I'll love you forever."
"You're talking like a child. Nothing is forever."
"Give it some time."
"Sure. In the meantime, no more rough stuff, okay."
"Okay."
"Goodnight, Rouel."
"Brenda."
"Yes."
"I-I'm sorry."
"You're just sorry it didn't work. You're sorry you couldn't come flying to rescue me from a cruel world."
"That too."
"You overlooked one thing."
"What's that?"
"It's people like you who make this a tough world to live in."
"Fine!" Rouel said, suddenly angry. "But you will admit it's an environment in which you seem to thrive."
"We both do," Brenda said.
"There, you see? That's proof that we belong together."
"Not quite. I haven't tried to do you in yet. But it's an idea. And I have plenty of reason to. It might do you good to experience some of what you inflict on others."
"Please...."
"No, Rouel. I've got a lot to think over."
"Then it's not a no."
"Call it a maybe."
"Then you forgive me?"
"There's nothing to forgive. Your hoods didn't lay a glove on me."
"Can.. .can I.. .call you again?"
"Anytime. Listen, I gotta go. So good night."
"I love you."
"Sure, I know."
She hung up.
"Some day, somehow, I'm going to make that asshole regret the day he ever met me," she said as she turned over and faced Gorgeous, Cathy and Jimmie who were lying naked on the bed with her.
"He sounds persistent," Cathy said as she snuggled into Brenda's arms.
"The guy has a case. What can I say?"
"He doesn't know about your.. .tastes then?
"That might not make any difference."
"What do you mean?" Cathy asked.
"He's got Ivan and Stanley as his personal staff. I suspect he gets even more personal with them, on occasion."
"I'll buy that," Gorgeous said. "Having gotten fucked by those two jokers in question, I'm sure Rouel keeps that kind of equipment around just so he can get his kicks by watching it in action."
Brenda grinned at Gorgeous. "You mean you think he chews on that meat now and then?"
"And no doubt takes it up his butt," Gorgeous replied.
"Well, each to his or her own tastes," Brenda said.
As though to emphasize her words, she sucked on one of Cathy's tits while Gorgeous devoured the other. Cathy squirmed with pleasure and spread her legs as she lay on her back so that Jimmie could crawl up between them and prod her pussy with the head of his cock. Moments later, it was in her cunt all the way to his balls and Cathy was getting a real going over from all three of them.
After Cathy had been well taken care of, it was Brenda's turn to be in the middle. Then Gorgeous had both her tits sucked on while her pussy was reamed out by Jimmie's cock.
Hours later, when the last of the exquisite twinges had passed through them, they lay there panting, savoring the experience, too relaxed to move.
After a while Brenda, feeling the perspiration cooling on her flesh, stirred and rolled off the bed. As she headed for the shower, Jimmie followed her.
With a plastic shower cap on her head to keep her hair from getting wet, Brenda stood there while Jimmie covered her from her neck to her ankles with a thick soapy lather. That accomplished, he spent a lot of time smearing the suds all around on her boobs. But he spent even more time working the soapy foam back and forth in her crotch and all over her twat.
"I must be really clean down there by now," Brenda giggled.
"I can't help it," he said. "I love to have my hand on your cunt."
Then she did the same for him. And she did a good job of soaping his balls and cock.
"I think you're playing with it," he accused.
"Of course I am," she admitted. "You think I'm standing in here with you just to get clean? I like having your dick in my hand."
Finally they stepped out of the shower and dried each other off, then went back into the bedroom. Cathy and Gorgeous were snuggled up together, their arms and legs entangled, going at it like two hot passionate lovers. Brenda lay down beside them and spread her legs as Jimmie climbed on top of her. Then he fucked her. When the morning sun shone through the windows, lighting up the room with it's cheerful glow, they were still fucking.
Brenda gazed with adoring eyes at the handsome man behind the wheel as she sat beside him. She put her arms about him and kissed him full on the mouth. It was a long hot passionate kiss that went on and on.
While she was kissing him, the man's hand found its way up under her skirt and felt along her inner thighs to the crotch of her panties. He rubbed her pussy through the thin material, causing her to moan softly.
"Let's not get carried away," she purred when their lips parted. "Wait until we get to your apartment."
"Then why aren't you waiting?" he replied, grinning at her, since her hand was on the bulge in the front of his pants, giving it a good feel.
"I was just curious," she said playfully. "I wanted to see what I could expect when we got to your place. You're feeling a little horny, I take it?"
"There's nothing little about my horn," he replied with a grin. "As you'll find out when I get you to my apartment."
They sounded like a couple of lovers, but they weren't. Not yet, anyway.
Wallace T. Barnes was her lawyer and he was taking her to his place to celebrate. Brenda had a lot to celebrate. She had been instrumental in giving Rouel Blain what he had coming to him. Thanks to her, that arrogant scoundrel with no conscience had come crashing to earth in no uncertain terms. His financial empire was in shambles and he faced a twenty-year jail sentence.
Maybe that would teach him not to push her around, she thought to herself as Wallace pulled into the driveway of the fashionable apartment building in which he lived.
"You've done wonders for my career," Wallace told her after he handed her a drink and sat down on the couch beside her. "I couldn't have pulled it off without you. I've been trying for years to nail him, but until I met you, I could never get anything on him."
"And now the District Attorney is moving up the ladder and they want you to fill the spot he's vacating," Brenda said. Congratulations."
"And I thank you sincerely," he said. "It took a lot of guts for you to spill all you knew about him. You're quite a woman."
She looked at him with a lewd smile and said. "You're about to find out how much of a woman I am.
They would make an outstanding couple. Wallace was a handsome, horny stud, while Brenda was a ravishing, big-titted, broad-assed, beautiful woman with a body that would make a bronze statue get a hard-on.
Wallace had a thing for big women. He'd crawled into bed with a good many of them and fucked them into a state of ecstasy. He regarded Brenda as a prize catch. She looked to be the hottest, wildest, most satisfying piece of ass he was ever apt to find.
Brenda pulled his hand out of her panties and gently pushed it away. "Are you going to behave yourself until I finish my drink," she teased. "Or are you going to jump me before I get a chance to set my glass down?"
Wallace laughed. She knew the answer to that as well as he did, because she had already signalled what she wanted.
"You're going to spend the next two hours getting laid," he warned her.
She glanced at his briefcase sitting on the coffee table. "What about those briefs you brought home?"
"It's your briefs I'm interested in right now. What's inside them."
Brenda smiled. "That's nice. How did you know I was in the mood for that?"
"I can always tell when a woman wants it," he told her. "Just like you know I have an itch for your pussy."
"Then neither of us has to ask for it, do we?"
He watched her as she got up and moved about the room, admiring his paintings on the walls. He studied her lovely ass. The shapely curves of her buttocks were tantalizingly prominent. His pecker stirred inside his pants, reacting to that hot-looking rear end of hers.
He saw her put her hands on her hips as she gazed at him with an amused smile. "What's the matter? Afraid to stand up and let me see your hard-on pushing out the front of your pants? You think I might wonder why a big shot lawyer like you has a stiff prick when he's alone with his client?"
"Very funny," Wallace said, grinning as he patted the place where she'd been sitting. "Come over here and let's get down to business."
"You know what, hon?" she said. "Why don't you go take a long refreshing shower first? You've had a hard day and it will help you to unwind. It will also sharpen your desire for me. That's because you'll play with your balls and your cock while you're soaping them up. And while you're doing that, you'll be thinking of how much you want my pussy."
"Sure, Brenda," he said agreeably, getting up from the couch.
"And don't worry about dressing before coming back here. You may find me naked when you come in."
He grinned at her, then hurried into the bedroom. There he stripped and stood naked before the full-length mirror. He liked what he saw. He knew Brenda would like what she saw too. After all, he had one hell of a well-built, muscular physique.
He smiled as he thought about her. Brenda was really something. All he had to do was stand before her, naked, and she'd get all sexed up and be ready to get laid. She affected him the same way. He could hardly wait for her to appear before him in the nude, and right away he would want to fuck her until he was exhausted. Then, if she still wanted more, he pictured her bringing her face down to his crotch, sliding her mouth over his dick and bringing it back to life again. If by that time her cunt was on his face, he'd do the same to her as she was doing to him and they'd finish each other off.
As he gazed at himself in the mirror, his hand wandered down and took hold of his cock. Small wonder Brenda was so wild about him, he thought, the way he was built. And the way he was hung. She'd probably already figured he had a big one.
"This is what she wants," he said out loud as he grinned at his image in the mirror. "What woman wouldn't, when she knows what it can do for her?"
He thought of her out there in the living room, waiting for him. Maybe she'd like to start things off on the couch. They'd sit there, hugging and kissing, like he was courting her. like he was seducing her. And she'd finally give in and let him fuck her on the couch.
He'd love to lie on the couch pressed up against her, his hard cock rubbing against her cunt. Or her bare ass. If there was one thing he truly enjoyed about fooling around with a big woman like her, it was wedging his solid dick in the crease between her buttocks. There were times when he thought a woman's ass cheeks were the sexiest part of her. At night when he settled down to sleep, alongside a big woman like Brenda, he always wound up with his prick pressed against her ass.
He wondered if, after he'd soothed and satisfied her cunt, she'd let him fuck her up the ass. He sure wanted to bad enough. Maybe he could talk her into it. What if she'd never had a prick up her back route, un-like the woman across the hall, who let him fuck her rear end whenever he wanted to? If she had a virgin ass, it would be tougher to talk her into it, but he'd love to show her what she was missing. It was the length and thickness of his dick that might worry her. She might believe her bumhole wouldn't stretch that much to accommodate his monster, and if it did, it might never have a chance.
Oh hell, he told himself with a confident grin as he walked into the bathroom, she'd let him. No woman had ever refused him when he wanted to fuck her up the ass. He stepped into the shower stall and turned on the water.
Oddly enough, in the living room, Brenda's thoughts were on the same thing. After we've had a wonderful time together on the couch, that horny devil is going to coax me to let him put it up my ass, she thought. I just know it. I can tell when a man wants to bugger my butt. If I let him put that thing up my rear end, I'll walk funny for a week after.
And yet, Brenda hated to think she was missing out on anything. It wasn't like she'd never had a dick up her rear end. Jimmie delighted in fucking her ass. He buggered her buns nearly every night.
Did all women take it up the ass, she wondered. Or only some of them? Gorgeous, Cathy and Frieda surely did. But then, there wasn't anything those girls wouldn't do.
But to take Wallace's monster cock up her ass.. . . Well, she'd just have to think about it some more.
In the shower, Wallace had covered himself from head to toe with a thick soapy lather. Then he spent a while making sure his cock and balls were squeaky clean.
The shower door slid back and Brenda said, "Just as I thought. You're playing with it."
He looked up, startled at first, then delighted, as Brenda, naked, got into the shower stall with him. The first thing she did was grab his cock.
"I couldn't bear the thought of you being in here all by yourself, playing with this thing, when I could be playing with it, she explained.