Chapter 5
At the same time Freeda and Tiffany were off to their party at Neil's, Ryan had a date with a lesbian. Dressed in a suit, the building security guard announced his arrival to the penthouse apartment. Ryan was nervous and the elevator ride was far too short.
He was greeted by an older man, distinguished looking, who obviously had a lot of money. A younger woman remained in the living room, standing, wringing her hands in front of a too formal dress, considering the circumstances.
"Thank you for coming," Clayton Rodgers said, shaking Ryan's hand.
"Well, I haven't yet," Ryan said with a slight chuckle. His joke went unappreciated.
"This is my wife, Shirley."
"Nice to meet you, ma'am," Ryan said, stepping into the plush living room.
"Please. Have a seat," Shirley said softly. "Can I get you a drink?"
"No, thank you, ma'am," Ryan responded even though he certainly could have used one.
But he knew if he started, he wouldn't stop, and the situation was tense enough without him being drunk on top of it. He sat on the sofa, Mr. and Mrs. Rodgers taking chairs on the opposite side of a massive coffee table.
Mrs. Rodgers looked extremely uncomfortable, and Mr. Rodgers did all the talking.
"Ms. Johanson tells me that you are not only sympathetic to our...uh...problem, but will maintain the utmost discretion concerning my daughter."
"Yeah, I'll keep quiet, if that's what you mean. So long as you keep up your end of the bargain, if you know what I mean."
"Yes, Mr. Clark, I believe I do. I think you'll find the monetary compensation quite satisfactory. But that is between Ms. Johanson and myself."
"Okay. You pay; I play," Ryan said, attempting to lighten the conversation. It didn't work.
"You are not here to 'play,' Mr. Clark. You are here to perform a job. You have been hired as a sort of teacher, for lack of a better word, not as a playmate. Do you understand?"
Mr. Rodgers was all business, polite and formal. It was all too strange for Ryan, and the more they talked, the more he wanted out of the deal.
"Look. I'm here to fuck your daughter, and how I go about that is my business." Mrs. Rodgers audibly gasped. Mr. Rodgers stared.
"And I ain't making any guarantees. She either-likes my dick or she doesn't. My cock's big enough to please any woman that wants to be pleased, but if she's only interested in sucking pussy, my fucking her ain't going to change that. Do you understand?"
Mrs. Rodgers turned pale and appeared ready to faint. Not so Mr. Rodgers.
"There's no need to be crude, young man."
"I'm just being honest. We all know why I'm here, so let's get on with it."
"Not so hasty. I'm concerned about your health, you being a...a... "
"A hustler? A male prostitute?" Ryan finished for him.
"Well, yes."
"I'm clean. Want me to prove it?" Ryan stood in front of the sofa and unbuckled his belt. Mr. Rodgers stopped him as he reached for his fly.
"That won't be necessary. I'll take your word for it."
"Let him drop his pants," said a female voice.
Ryan turned around and saw Brenda Rodgers for the first time. She was far more attractive than he had expected, a "lipstick lesbian," as his gay brother would have said.
"Go ahead, Mr. Clark. Show my loving parents the cock they want stroking between my legs. Show them you're not covered with warts. Or are you?"
"Don't be crass, my dear," Mr. Rodgers said. "We're doing this for your own good. There's no need to be vulgar about it."
"Vulgar! You don't think hiring a stranger to fuck your daughter is vulgar?"
"Brenda! We've been through all this. Please don't make this ugly."
"Come along, Mr. Clark. Let's just get this over with." Brenda turned and walked toward her bedroom.
"Ryan, my name is Ryan," he said, following her.
She closed the bedroom door behind them. "They're going to watch us, you know."
"Your parents?"
"Of course. That bathroom connects to their bedroom and there's no lock on the door. They'll want to make sure I go through with this. We could just fake it, you know, but not with them watching. Not if I want to stay in their will."
A strange scene had just become stranger. Ryan didn't mind an audience, in fact he rather liked the idea, but having parents watch him boff their daughter was definitely on the weird side of reality.
"Get out of your clothes, Mr. Clark, and let's have a look at this wonder dick that's going to magically turn me straight."
"Please stop calling me Mr. Clark. And for my sake, at least pretend you're going to enjoy this."
"That's up to you, Mr. Ryan."
Brenda turned away and began to undress. She left the lights on, but didn't look back at Ryan as he quickly disrobed. It was quite apparent that she didn't want to be there, and Ryan decided it was going to be a short evening. He wasn't even going to try to arouse her. He was being paid, so he'd provide the service that money bought. Stick his dick in her pussy, pump his ass as fast as he could, cream her box, and get the fuck out.
Standing naked, his dick limp in his crotch, Ryan wondered how easy it was going to be to fuck a woman who didn't want to be fucked, at least not by him.
He played with his cock as Brenda turned down the bed. He was attracted to her full-figured body, but the situation kept his cock from springing to life.
He continued to manipulate his soft dick and his hairy nuts as Brenda began to remove her clothing. She took her time, folding each piece as it was removed, her body opening up to him little by little.
His shaft finally began to stiffen when she took off her bra to expose her bountiful breasts. Since she was a tad on the pudgy side, her tits looked luxuriously soft in their fullness. Her mounds were well-formed, her nipples pointing slightly upwards in their youthfulness.
Ryan was anxious for a look at her cooze, since he was sure that would bring his cock to full erection. It was a little embarrassing to be a hustler and not yet have a standing hard-on to show he was worth his price.
His hand took a firmer grip around his rising dick as her panties left her crotch. Dark hair met his gaze. He couldn't see her pussy beneath the thick mat of pubes covering her crotch, but just the sight of her naked box brought blood rushing into his shaft. His dick was finally hard and ready for action.
Brenda got into bed and stretched out, arms at her sides, legs together, her eyes staring at the ceiling. Ryan crawled in next to her.
"Good God, girl, you're stiffer than I am! Relax!"
Brenda didn't blink an eye as Ryan moved down between her legs. He pried her thighs apart. She didn't resist, but she didn't help either.
Ryan gazed at her bush, her flesh still hidden even though her legs were parted. His fingers reached into her curly hair and made contact with the soft skin of her cunt. He slipped inside and gently spread her pussy, her pink interior opening to his stare.
His plan was to give her a little of what she was used to, to prepare her for something she was definitely not used to. He assumed her lady friends tongued her to climax, but Brenda didn't react as his mouth neared her open snatch. His fingers pulled harder and his lips pressed into her warm, moist flesh.
His tongue reached out to tickle her hole as his lips spread into the wet tissues of her widened valley. He slowly licked across her opening and she finally let him know she wasn't dead. Her hole tightened and she propped herself up on her elbows.
"Mr. Clark. If you're going to fuck me, then fuck me. Save your foreplay for someone who wants it."
"Fuck you!" Ryan said in frustration.
"Precisely," Brenda said, lowering back to the bed.
Ryan had considered treating her to an evening of romance, a gentle screw to show her that sex with a man could be truly enjoyable. But her attitude changed his mind. This was a job, his dick bought and paid for, and Brenda deserved nothing more than a quick fuck. He'd take his pleasure with her body, and not worry about how she felt. Or even if she reached orgasm.
He crawled up her body to place his crotch on top of hers. His chest lowered onto her tits as his hands reached between them. He grabbed his erection and lowered his knob into her gash. Fingers on his other hand held her cunt lips apart as he guided his dick into her hole.
With his cockhead throbbing against her entrance, his hips pushed hard. Brenda squealed as his knob forced its way through her clamping ring. He began to pump his hips, feeding his rigid length to her pussy a little at a time. She had a tight cunt, which kept him from driving fully into her snatch on a single plunge. Which was fine. It felt better this way, his dick savoring the challenge of reaching full penetration.
He pressed his hands to the bed and raised his torso to add power to his thrusting hips. His cock made steady advances into the depths of her box, her walls soft and clinging. Her hips remained motionless as he worked his stiff rod into the lush interior of her hot and cock-virgin pussy.
When his cockhead finally reached the soft tissues of her pussy's blocking wall, Brenda began to sigh. Her moans accompanied each nudge of his knob, her cunt stretched to accommodate his length, her hole expanded around his stroking girth. And her hips started to pump against him, each tentative push gaining momentum until she nearly matched his thrusting speed.
"That's more like it, baby," Ryan moaned. "Fuck me back. You're beginning to like this, aren't you?"
"Shut up and keep fucking," Brenda snapped.
She was quite surprised at how good it felt to have a man's stiff cock gliding in and out of her accepting snatch. His cock, although as hard as any dildo that had ever been shoved up her cooze, remained somewhat pliable in its turgid state. But the amazing thing was the way his shaft throbbed as it journeyed through her gripping cunt ring.
Brenda didn't like to admit it, but she was beginning to feel an orgasm building inside her body. The faster he drove his rigid prick into her pussy, the greater the churning within her liquid center.
Even though this was the first time she had been fucked by a man, she instinctively knew what to do. Her hands left the bed and attached themselves to Ryan's humping buns. Her fingers dug into his fleshy butt and pushed. Her hips banged against his groin faster and harder. Her efforts buried his entire length in her rapidly heating cunt, his cockhead forcing the back of her box further into her swirling interior.
Ryan fucked her as fast as he could, his hips flying, his ass cheeks clenching to put tremendous force behind his far-reaching lunges. He began to pant above her wobbling tits, her nipples reaching for his chest, her eyes closed in new lust, her lips parted to emit sensuous sighs of growing ecstasy.
Ryan's eyes closed, too. He felt the first twinges of fiery semen gather at the base of his plunging prick, and that old, familiar itch changed his attitude. His hips slowed to a steady rhythm, one which would gradually work his cum into the thickness of his shaft.
But Brenda's hips didn't slow one bit, her abdomen slapping against his, her hands increasing their pressure in an attempt to get his cock stroking at a faster pace. He resisted her efforts, his dick desirous of a slow climb to climax. Brenda was fucking his dong twice as fast as he was fucking her cunt.
And his dick responded to the lusty attack from her sucking pocket. His spunk quickly filled his erection and set his knob on fire.
But Brenda had a bigger surprise in store for his dick. Her head tossed from side to side as her pussy erupted around his grinding shaft. She spouted four-letter words like a cheap slut and beat the end of his cock with her needle-like spray of searing liquids.
"Shit!" she squealed. "Fuck! Damn your dick! You mother-fucker! Dammit!"
In spite of her loathsome outburst, it was obvious that Brenda was in the throes of dynamic pleasure. Her pussy pounded against his barely thrusting prick as her climax exploded.
Taken totally by surprise, Ryan stared down at her tossing head as his cock twitched and burned through the steady downpour of her escaping orgasm. The taut flesh on his swollen rod tingled from the rhythmic beat of her rushing fluids. And it seemed she was going to bathe his cock for a good long time.
Her eruption showed no signs of lessening in intensity, her honey thick and searing, her pussy gliding over his length, her hole tightened around his throbbing shaft. Ryan assumed it had been some time since she had achieved orgasm and languished in the stimulating arousal of her gushing nectars.
He hardly moved at all as her marvelous release kept his cock rigidly erect and his climax inching closer to blasting freedom. His rod was as fully engorged as it was going to get, and his climax loomed quite near to explosion. His eyes closed again, and his hips picked up the pace.
But Brenda suddenly went limp beneath him. Her hips dropped back to the bed, her head stilled on the pillow, and her cunt lay lifeless around his stroking piston. That didn't stop him from thrusting into her soppy snatch, it only meant he was on his own again.
Panting from the extra effort required to reach the back of her box, to paste his sweat-covered balls to her butt, Ryan wasn't about to give up until he, too, had made orgasm a reality.
His eyes opened to find her staring at him, her message quite evident. She wanted him to hurry up and get it over with. Which wasn't much encouragement, but at that point in his orgasm's evolution, he didn't need any.
With his cockhead already flaming, a few more thrusts into her wet and clinging cunt would have his dick spitting out its creamy contents. He removed the sight of her irritating gaze, and tried to thrust his prick as deeply into her lesbian cunt as her uncooperative body would allow.
Without her help, knocking his cock against her back wall was nowhere as thrilling as it once had been. But the touch of her flesh against his swollen knob was all he needed to get his rocks off. And, at that moment, that's all he was doing.
His hips quivered and forward momentum ceased when his spunk finally erupted from his burning shaft. Brenda released a startled gasp as Ryan grunted around the shots of cum escaping his rod. He could tell right from the start that it wasn't going to be his biggest load, but it felt every bit as good.
He forcefully jabbed at her cunt with each blast of his semen as though his dick was trying to pack his cream into her. He wanted to fuck her like she was nothing more than a hairy hole for his princely dick, but he couldn't be cruel. He couldn't ignore that there was a person inside the body wrapped around his firing cock. He eased the tension in his muscles and relaxed into the enjoyment of climax. Even if she didn't like it, that didn't mean he couldn't extract every ounce of possible pleasure.
He slowed his hips to let his dick glide through the combined liquids in her jiggling cunt. Totally relaxed, Brenda's cooze wobbled around his pumping rod. But that didn't diminish the joy of cumming, his body excited by the sensuous feel of rushing spunk.
He gradually slowed his stroking prick as his climax ran its course. Then he stopped altogether.
"If you would kindly remove your cock from my pussy, I believe you have earned your money," Brenda said coldly, her body unmoving.
Ryan slipped onto the bed beside her, his cock going instantly soft. "You can't honestly tell me you hated it," he said, rubbing his damp dick.
"Hate is such a strong word. I'll admit only one thing. Your cock is better than a dildo. But I'm afraid, Mr. Clark, that you're just not properly equipped to fully satisfy my needs. Now, if you had tits and a pussy, we could talk."
"Well, I'm not about to grow any!"
"Then, I guess it's good-bye."
"No argument here."
Ryan climbed out of the bed. The bathroom door opened, and Mr. and Mrs. Rodgers stepped into the room. Ryan had never felt so naked as his hands rushed down to cover his crotch. Brenda, on the other hand, lay on the bed with her nude body on full display. Ryan decided this was a very strange family and wanted nothing more to do with them.
Mr. Rodgers extracted an envelope from his jacket pocket. "Your payment, Mr. Clark. Please see that Ms. Johanson gets this."
Ryan felt Mrs. Rodgers' eyes studying his body as he moved toward the envelope and his clothes. Then he realized they had just watched him fuck their daughter and there was little need for modesty. He took the envelope and opened it, his dick and balls left to hang out in the open.
"I assure you the amount is correct, Mr. Clark."
"Doesn't hurt to check."
Ryan couldn't help smiling at Mrs. Rodgers, her eyes glued to his cock. "Want some?" he asked, his hand flopping his limp dick up and down.
"You've performed your duties, now kindly leave," Mr. Rodgers stated gruffly. "Cover yourself up and get out of my house!"
"Yessir!"
Ryan got into his clothes as Mrs. Rodgers sat on the bed to talk to Brenda. He ignored their conversation, but it was quite obvious that Brenda was upset and not about to change her lesbian ways.
No one saw him to the door, and Ryan left in the hopes that he would never have to return.