Chapter 1
"Ohhh, yes, stud! Now you're getting me. Ohhh, you're getting me good! Earn your money, stud! Come on, you fucker, get me off! I want to cum. God, I want to cum so badly!"
As usual, Ginger lay flat on her back with her feet in the air. The young stud knelt with his knees against the cheeks of her ass. He held her legs up and spread wide apart, with her ass tipped up off the bed, giving his thrusting cock a straight shot into her cunt. His hips worked steadily back and forth as he plunged into her. He alternated between gazing at her lust-contorted face and at his cock as it slid in and out of her snatch, framed by the forest of red hair growing wild in her crotch.
Her cunt was tight. He would say that for her. Whether from exercise or lack of fucking, he didn't know and didn't care. The puffy lips of her cunt stretched tightly around his prick, rolling in and out as he fucked her. Hell, he would have gladly fucked her for free if she had asked!
Eyes clenched, her face tense from the effort to cum, Ginger concentrated only on the sensations lancing up from her crotch. When she closed her eyes, she shut out the entire world, aware only of the need to get off at last. If anyone could get her off, this young stud could. He was very proficient and totally dedicated to the task at hand.
Slowly, an insistent, unwelcome sound penetrated her consciousness. Anger built with the comprehension. She had always had trouble climaxing, and now the damn phone had interrupted her latest, and perhaps best, attempt to get off. She forgot to turn on her recorder and turn off the ringer on the phone, and the bane of lovers had utterly destroyed her ability to concentrate.
The young stud recognized her dilemma. "Forget the fucking thing," he muttered. "Just focus on your pussy. Think about your favorite fantasy and cum."
Shaking her head in disgust, she reached for the offending instrument, totally pissed. The minor miracle that had been about to happen in her cunt became simply a feeling of pressure from his cock. One of the few golden opportunities to reach her elusive goal was gone.
"You don't understand," she rasped. "I'm always on call." Snatching up the phone, she hissed, "This had better be important, you bastard! Whoever you are!"
"You know it's important if I call, Ginger snap. My calls are always important. What would you do if a woman had called?"
"Goddam you, Bernie! I'm on vacation. And you just cost me two hundred bucks. Which I intend to bill you for. What the hell do you want?"
"You were on vacation, dear. As of an hour ago, you're back on duty."
"like hell I am! This is the first vacation I've had in two years, you goddam slave driver. Nothing short of you dropping dead is that important."
The young stud backed away from her and sat at the foot of the bed, his stiff prick sticking up from his lap. He listened to her end of the conversation and stroked his slick tool idly. He hoped she didn't make him wait too long. She had a fine pussy, and he would like to help her, but he had another appointment in an hour. And he needed the money.
"What cost you two hundred bucks that you think I should pay for?" Bernie asked.
"If you really must know, the young stud sitting here playing with himself while he waits for you to finish your stupid call so he can get back to what he was doing so well a few minutes ago." She blurted out the entire sentence in a rush, and ended up out of breath.
"Ah, Ginger snap, why do you pay someone to fuck you? Any number of our young men would gladly do it for free. Hell, I might even do it for you if you asked nicely."
"Hah!" she spit. "I wouldn't let you have me on a bet, Bernie! And I tried some of those other guys. Too many times. I'm still waiting for one of the incompetent assholes to get me off. They don't care about anything but their pricks and their own pleasure. Bunch of goddam jack rabbits. They think spreading my legs for them is all the pleasure I need."
"Not their fault, love. It's yours. Are you sure you can get off?"
The implication that she was frigid always made Ginger see red. "I was this far from getting off when you so rudely interrupted. Maybe I don't cum very often, or very well, but there are men around who can get the job done. Now, state your fucking business so I can get back to my business of fucking."
Her blustery statement was sheer braggadocio. She had never once had an orgasm. Never in her life. No matter how hard she tried.
She always came so close, but could never quite get over the final hurdle, whether a man fucked her or she did the dirty deed herself. Subconsciously, she knew for a fact she was frigid. Otherwise, she would have had a ton of orgasms. God knows, she had tried often enough. But she wasn't about to admit her failure to anyone, least of all Bernie. Admitting to the asshole that she paid a stud-for-hire to fuck her nearly made her gag with humiliation.
Bernie chuckled with mockery. "Do you know the Logan clinic?" he asked.
She knew the location, but didn't know its purpose. Not many people did. Only a few people from the organization went there each year, and they never talked about their visits. She knew one woman who had been there, and she seemed a totally different person when she came back.
"Yeah, I know where it is. Why?"
"Report there at one o'clock. We have a new assignment for you."
"Another flunky job, I suppose. That's all you've given me for the past year."
"I'll brief you at the clinic. This will require a training period in some new techniques. And dear, just remember, all you need is a big enough cock and you can get off every time. As I said, I might even help you out if you ask nicely."
"Shit!" she sputtered.
She slammed the phone down hard enough to break it and turned back to the young man waiting for her. His cock, which had been standing so proudly a few minutes before, now lay between his thighs, as limp as a dish rag.
"What the hell happened to you?" she snapped.
He shrugged. "Couldn't help overhearing your end of the conversation, love. I don't think I can help you. You've got too many hang-ups, you know? All you want to do is lie on your back and let the man do all the work and that's absolutely the pits. You'll never get off unless you put your heart into your fucking. Loosen up, fantasize a little, try different positions, be more active, let the guy go down on you and get you ready. Then maybe a guy can help you get off. He can't do it all, you know, no matter how good he is. And I'm damn good, but I can't do the impossible."
"Look, asshole, I paid you good money to get me off. And you'd damn well better get with the program. You're the one with the cock. Now come back here and earn your money. Two hundred bucks ain't chicken feed!"
"Lady, I can earn more than that in tips in one afternoon. I gave you a discount because I don't have many morning appointments and I felt sorry for you. And I don't give money-back guarantees ! You pay your money and you take your chances. Now I've got good equipment, and a lot of talent, but you won't let me do you right. Maybe you'd better get someone else. Another girl, maybe. I don't think you like cock."
"Get your ass out of here, you son of a bitch! Go dangle your cock in front of somebody else!"
Ginger turned her back while the young stud dressed and left, then she sat on the bed and cried. It never failed. Every time she tried, she got nothing but bitter disappointment for her efforts. She had yet to find a man who could make her cum. They all said the same thing. She had too many hang-ups. She couldn't relax and enjoy herself. She strained too hard to cum instead of just letting it happen. What did they expect her to do? If she didn't strain, she didn't even get close. A man could relax and let it happen, but a woman couldn't.
They criticized her because she wouldn't let them lick her pussy. Or she wouldn't get on top and fuck them. Or worse yet, let them put her on her hands and knees fuck her from behind. She simply could not do anything so vulgar.
She shuddered at the thought of a man putting his tongue in her pussy, then trying to kiss her. She had let one man put his head between her legs, then he tried to put his tongue in her mouth! Then he wanted to put his cock in her mouth. She tried it once. Damn near gagged on the fucking thing. And just the .thought of a man cumming in her mouth made her shudder.
She went into the living room and turned on the TV. Nothing but inane trash. As usual. She turned on the VCR and put in a tape she had bought recently. She had heard watching sex movies turned some women on. She didn't have the nerve to go into a store and buy one of the things. She snitched a girlie magazine from one of the guys at work and sent off for a movie that was supposed to be a classic. Even paid for it with a money order and used only her first initial and last name so no one would know she was a woman. She still felt like a perv sneaking a peek at his first girlie magazine when she opened the package.
She hit the fast-forward button and zipped through the tape until the actors undressed and got down to the nitty-gritty. The female was a pretty blonde with big tits, but the male actor was the one who captured her attention. She stared at him in awe. The sucker was hung like a horse! His cock had to be at least twelve inches long and as thick as her wrist. She had never seen one so big.
Is Bernie right? Is a big cock all I really need? Does size make that much difference? A couple of the guys I've fucked had pretty big cocks. Not as big as that actor, of course, but they didn't make me cum. No, a big cock isn't what's lacking. Men just don't know what the hell to do with those things. Bernie implied his cock is real big, but I think he's just blowing smoke.
The girl in the movie was sucking the actor's cock for all she was worth. As much of it as she could get in her mouth, anyway. The thing wasn't even fully erect and she couldn't get more than the head in her mouth. How could she suck the thing when it was completely hard? How would her poor little pussy ever stretch wide enough to take such a monster? The head alone was so big it would stretch her tremendously.
And what the hell was she doing? She could not believe she was actually sitting there thinking about taking one of those things in her mouth, big or little! No way! They could put it between her legs, but not in her fine mouth. The thought of watching the movie and playing with her pussy suddenly seemed gross.
She angrily ejected the tape, threw it in the trash, and went to take a bath. She had time for a light lunch before she had to report to the clinic.
Damn Bernie, anyway! I know I could have got off if he hadn't interrupted. You'll pay for this, you asshole. You might be my boss and I have to do what you say, at least until my contract runs out, but you don't have the right to run every little part of my life. Some day, I'll get even with you for this.