Chapter 1
It was always the same for the Lady Caroline.
He had red hair-that was all she could ever remember. This time it all started when she was on her way to the office, safe supposedly in the elevated tram that overshot San Francisco. Below, the proles scurried about in search of work, food and shelter. Above, the Lady Caroline and the other tram passengers enjoyed the good life while clucking the ugly look San Francisco had managed to achieve in the nineteen eighties.
Suddenly he was in her compartment, a knife in his hand. "Quiet," he whispered. "Make a sound and I'll cut your fuckin' throat open and watch you bleed, lady."
Her voice froze in her throat. He meant what he said and she felt the first rushes of animal fear wrap greasy fingers around her spine. He motioned to her. "Stand up, bitch. Drop those skirts and turn around." Petrified, she did as she was told. The Lady Caroline-sweet-faced gossip columnist, privy to top social secrets, rich and powerful-bareassed and bending over in the tram compartment. He chuckled behind her. "Sweet sweet ass," he whispered. She knew what he was going to do. She felt the vomit rise in her throat and she turned to look at him, a pleading look in her eyes. No stranger to sex, Lady Caroline had but one taboo-and this was it. "A good buttfuck for you, m' dear," whispered the redhead. The tears welled in her eyes and she felt his hand on her naked rounded hip. He pulled her backwards and she felt his hard hot pole nudge her buttocks. That was when she turned suddenly and tried to let out a scream but he saw it coming and hit her on the jaw with his fist.
"Stupid bitch," he muttered, rubbing sore knuckles as Lady Caroline swallowed fresh blood and gasped for breath. Too strong, she thought, too strong. She felt herself being turned around and this time there was no delicacy as he mounted her from the rear, achieving penetration with his first lunge.
She moaned in pain and attempted to escape the sharp pain in her anus but he grunted again and pressed another few inches in and even though his hand was around her throat she screamed in pain and anguish and he hit her again and again and pumped his thick cock fast and hard into her tight painful hole as she felt her anal muscles tighten in painful spurts around his invading member. She knew she was going to die because she couldn't breathe anymore with his hand cutting off the air and she felt no pleasure at all only pain and degradation because she knew what it would look like in the newspapers when they ran the picture of her body. Her asshole torn open, and all she had worked for all her life-all the chic people she cultivated, all the social graces she had acquired, all the pretty things she had surrounded herself with-it would all be gone in one black and white photograph taken by a nose-picking staff photographer for some greasy street rag of a newspaper which would run with a caption that read: "SOCIALITE FOUND RAPED AND DEAD IN TRAM."
And just as his milky hot juices exploded deep in her ass and she felt herself losing control of her bowels as she blacked out-she woke up, safe and sweaty in her pent-house suite in the Hyatt House.
She rolled a little in her bed thinking the nightcloud of two much alcohol had turned her dreams into a turnip brown fever. She sat up and shook her head from side to side trying to dislodge the six or seven gin martinis from within her skull. Her long black hair was now cut short and looked middle-aged. Her large brown eyes were not tender like the picture in the daily newspaper but rather surrounded by a milk brown lining that hung around the iris. She put her finger on her teeth and swashed it back and forth for some sign of life, there were little if any. She heaved herself out of bed and her large brown tits hung strong on her chest. The wrinkles of middle age could be seen. The sun brown tan of the vacation in the Caribbean had seen to it that any remote sign of whiteness was now a strong brownish tan.
Lady Caroline went into the bathroom and vomited. She felt better afterward. She didn't bother to look at herself in the mirror rather she just pinched the lips of her vulva where it itched and silently complained of the pain in her thighs where Rodney had been thrashing on them all night. She climbed back into bed and pulled the velvet covers over her body and up around her neck. When she woke it would be the first day of 1983 and she would have to be back to work at noon. She slept quickly and deeply without dreaming.
Rodney sunk his fast moving cock deeper into Laural's thumping cunt. She was wiggling like a child with her first ice cream. Rodney smiled at the young thing as she climaxed again and again and was panting in his ear. He pulled his cock out and let her taste the wetness of it and her lips hung on the silvery knob like it was the popsicle of teenage heaven. She mumbled again and again and Rodney withdrew it and sent it deep in her lovely twat. She tried to take his balls in with it but for a girl of sixteen she wasn't ready for 'balls and all.'
Rodney unleashed a long straining jet hot come shot up the hole of heaven and the young girl strained with acceptance and her own climaxes were reeling out. Rodney pinned her legs up high above her head and his target was now afroth with hot dewy come sliding from her magic box down on her ass and onto the sheets. Again he made her suck the remaining drops of fluid from the top of his cock and she sucked them down like the last fresh drops of mountain dew.
He withdrew his cock from the fresh bright face and stood up. He looked at the marvelous creature with the beautiful long golden hair. Her mother had really dropped a good one he thought as he pulled on his pants and zipped up the crowning cock of San Francisco. He brushed his thin black hair back and stood the full six foot three and smiled the long warm smile of many years of practice. Lady Caroline's daughter swooned at the sight of a hard masculine man. He patted her on the head and quietly whispered in her ear.
"If you tell your mother you'll never see me again."
She pulled him closer and begged him not to go. She swore she would never tell and he comforted her by putting his hand on her wet young pussy and stroking the blonde hair with soft repeated strokes. She went clammy in the mind and his kiss was the thing of order and beauty as he left the room and went to pick up her mother at the restaurant where she was waiting for him. He too was looking forward to the new year. And no better way then to break in both mother and daughter to the better things of life.
He reassured Laural he would see her as soon as possible and rang for the chauffeur to take him on his way. The helicopter after landing smoothly on the roof, took Rodney to a private party at the Hyatt club. He met Lady Caroline and they took off on their nightly celebration. She looked cat-like in her pink lace and chiffon ruffles and his quiet easy grace was catalytic with her personality.
First Rodney and Lady Caroline stripped naked and Rodney had his cock sucked by the one of the best cocksuckers in the entertainment world. Lady Caroline's mouth was like a vacuum cleaner with a thousand noisy bees in the cup. She engulfed his majestic seven inch cock and throttled it from side to side as his long thin legs wrapped themselves around her most famous face. She sucked and tugged on his organ until the graces of orgasm were upon him. Then opening her wide purple lips she swallowed a huge mouthful of cum and chopped heavily on his rifle shot cock. After a good half an hour her oral needs were satisfied and he started in on her.
She always took her pussy licking with a pillow and a martini. She laid her head back as Rodney started his tongue loving. Her cunt was beyond imagination. Rodney thought that if he hollered loud into it it might just be possible that he would hear an echo. Lady Caroline was a woman of much taste, passionate taste.
Rodney tucked and flipped his tongue on the fabulous clitoris of Lady Caroline. He had her pink flaps back so that the organ was easy to manipulate. Her long pubic hair reached black and strong between her thighs. Their affair was divine in sexual taste even if they did hate each other. Rodney sucked the black twat till the martini was down and the legs were searing and the pussy juice was trickling out the gaping goodie cup. Lady Caroline moaned and screamed with delicious pleasure, her legs tightening on Rodney's face. He buried his nose in the crack of joy juice and held his breath as the repeated shots of cum juice hissed off his face and tongue.
It was time now for the fucking. His huge cock was gorged with blood and he sent it riveting between her thighs and between her gasps. They had the timing down so that she would get fucked just as her climaxes were building and bursting. Rodney fucked her savagely. His cock like a piston turning the wrinkles of her pussy in upon themselves and reaching deep in the bottomless cunt and causing a series of spasms in the Lady Caroline. When she was exhausted he pulled his wet cock from between her legs and tried to ram it up her ass.
She grabbed him roughly by the balls and he knew once again that this was forbidden territory. She looked at him, her large brown eyes vile with intent.
"You never, hear me, never fuck me there."
He withdrew his cock and stood up. She looked up at him and took his cock to her mouth and sucked him till his knees bent and he drove a faceful of hot sperm full deep into her mouth. Exhausted he lay next to her on the bed. She licked his cock and sucked on his balls and then called the chauffeur to take him away.
Lady Caroline was tired and she would have to be at work at twelve noon. She didn't want to be late. Rodney was gone a little past midnight and the New Year was like another tampon bleed-dropping its way upon her. She cussed him for trying to violate her ass. No man, no man would ever fuck Lady Caroline in the ass, never. It was the one thing, the only thing she was completely turned off by because it was for animals and Lady Caroline was not one of those.