Chapter 4
Two ebony arms reached forward and half lifted, half dragged Claudie to her feet. She looked up and the eunuch smiled evilly at her.
"Thought I'd be seeing you again, but not this soon. Seems like you're in serious trouble all ready, if that's what you want to call it. You and that dark-haired bitch. I knew you two were headed for something."
"Where can I take a bath," Claudie mumbled, barely hearing a word he said.
"I'll take you there now honey-pie. Don't be so damned impatient. Anyway, I get to wash your back." The halfman giggled at the thought of what was in store for her.
"My body feels strange," Claude thought as she walked down the hall with the eunuch firmly attached to her arm. Her buttocks seemed stuck together by some gluey fluid, and once again she blushed at the thought of what her ass must look like. Both holes were throbbing painfully, and she thought it would take more than a bathtub full of water to put out the fire in her asshole. Her nipples were still hard, and jutted out almost red from the small white mountains of flesh. And her back. She could feel the stiffness of clotted blood and the dull ache that seemed to cover her whole body. "I'm a mass of pain and welts," she thought. And then her mind drifted to Stephen. Her very first fuck, and it all seemed so far away, almost like it had happened to a completely different girl.
She had been working for him for about a week. She couldn't help but notice the way he looked at her. He seemed to be undressing her with every glance. And just like the snotty dumb nineteen year old she was, she basked in it. "I was a real cock tease" she thought. After all this rough treatment she sort of liked the idea of being mean to someone else. Anyway, one day when she was bending down to pick up a dropped pencil he had brushed against her. It was unexpected, and in surprise she stood up quickly and a bottle of ink spilled on the front of her dress. Mr. Wolff immediately apologized. He apologized all through lunch in the fifth avenue dress shop, during dinner, and in the elevator on the way up to her apartment. Then he stopped being sorry.
"Your new dress fits you well, Claudie dear," he said. And indeed it did. Cream colored silk with a tight fitting bodice and low gashing V-neck, a short flowing skirt; it didn't take too much to make the dress look good. And with Claudie's equipment it looked just great. He moved closer to her and pressed her up against the door. He could feel her hard round titties jabbing him in the chest, and her soft, slightly rounded belly pushed against the bulge in his pants. I'll buy you ten dresses, anything you want baby. And I'll treat you real good. Please pretty girl. I want to take care of you, in as many ways as I can."
Claudie wasn't the kind of girl to panic easily. "After all," she thought, "I could do a lot worse for myself. It's only just this once and he seems so nice. And I do need some new clothes. I owe that much to him." The real reason, though, was that for the past five years her tight pink slit had been causing her some discomfort. Necking with her dates in the back seat of a movie had made the mound between her thighs start to itch, and coming home later she would lie on her bed, close her eyes and titillate her cunt with her fingers. Eyes closed, she would build up a fantasy of a tall handsome man, a passionate love affair, and their first stolen night together. But the faster and harder she'd rub her aching clitoris the emptier her dripping cunt felt, and the need to fill it made her sweet virgin pussy tremble with desire.
Mr. Wolff had gently ushered her into her bedroom, talking all the while and making it seem so easy. Almost unimportant. Once inside, he closed the door and sat down on her bed.
"Undress for me Claudie. Slowly. I want to see you piece by piece." Claudie bent down and took her shoes off. It was all a game. Like posing for pictures. Lifting one leg up she snapped the stocking out of the garter belt and slowly rolled the sheer nylon down her long, white leg. A little tug at the foot and it was off, and a minute later the other one followed. She reached her arms to the back of her dress and her ripe breasts rose swollen against the soft tight material. The zipper slid down and she was almost ready to get down to basics. Mr. Wolff stood up and approached her.
"Lift up your arms child, this is man's work," and he raised the creamy dress over her head and let it fall on the floor. Pressing her close to him he slid his hands around her back and unhooked her bra. His fingers slid up and down her back and slowly trickled their way across her silky skin and under her right breast. With a flick of her shoulders the bra fell away and Claudie's bare white globes were waiting for his touch. Tenderly at first, and then harder he pressed her hard cherry nipples.
"Oh, it hurts me," Claudie moaned, but her dancing upright tips didn't want to be left alone, and Stephen knew it. He bent his head and started chewing on the hard rosy nibs, first one, then the other. His tongue ran around their rim searchingly, and Claudie gasped with pleasure.
"Mmmnnn," Stephen groaned, as his excited prick started to push it's way through his pants, "It tastes so good, baby. I want to bite them off."
"Raspberries and cream," Claudie giggled, as strange tingles ran through her unexperienced body. The itching between her legs was beginning to bother her, and she moaned with anticipation as his hands slid down her belly and unhooked her garter belt. The tight black band slid to the floor.
"Now Stephen. I can't wait any longer." Claudie was beginning to pant like a thirsty dog, and water was so near.
"Easy baby," he said, and slipped his hand under the tight elastic band of her panties. His fingers ran over her smooth hard cheeks and slid between the crack. His strong fingers molded her flesh like clay, and he groaned in anticipation. On his knees now he pressed his mouth against her protruding cunt. He could see the copper hair on her mound lying crisp and curly under the lace of her panties. He put his hands on her waist and started sliding the elastic bandd own over her curving hips.
"Oooh baby, you're so beautiful," he murmured, as the thin lace slid over her creamy thighs. Grabbing her buttocks he pulled her cunt next to his mouth and kissed the curling hair.
"I'm going to worship at your altar," he said, and let his tongue slowly slide between her dewy lips. Hungry for the sweet moisture, his tongue moved faster. Deeper it probed into her dripping cavern, darting like a snake into all the corners of her womb.
Claudie was in ecstasy. She had never known anything that felt this good before. Grasping his head slightly in her hands she pulled his face as deep into her pussy as she could and ground her hips slowly then faster and faster against his probing tongue.
"Ooooh Ooooh, I'm coming, I'm coming," she moaned, and spasms shook her hips frantically as she tried to get as much pleasure as she could out of the last few moments. Sucking now as hard and fast as he could Stephen drank and drank every precious drop of steaming fluid. "You taste so good I could eat you for hours," Stephen said with a satisfied smile on his face. "Now It's time I satisfied this." He quickly unzipped his pants and held out a long flaming prick for Claudie to admire.
"It wants you baby, real bad.' Two of his fingers started to rubbed his bursting organ and the tip swelled purple with desire. Claudie could see the swollen veins pounding with blood and reached out her hand to take it's pulse. It throbbed with life under her curious fingers. "Soon," she thought, "his prick will be in my belly."
"Put it in me, Stephen," she moaned, and her hips started to rock with a need of their own.
Stephen pushed her back on the bed, and Claudie's legs opened invitingly. Her cunt was dripping with creamy wetness, and his penis slid easily past the entrance. Then the tightness of her virgin hole squeezed him and he groaned with pleasure.
The pain of her stretching walls made Claudie cry out. Stephen was no longer gentle as his need made him push harder and harder up her unused passage.
"You're hurting me," Claudie cried, and pushed her hips deep into the bed to escape the oncoming shaft.
"Put your legs on my shoulders," Stephen gasped. Now he thrust his cock in to the hilt and with a scream of pain Claudie lost her cherry. He pushed himself in deeper, and the rubbing of his prick against her walls set her cunt on fire.
It was feeling so good. Claudie dug her nails into the sheets and moaned softly. Then her moans grew louder and she thrashed around like a fish out of water. With a scream of delight she came for the second time and Stephen pumped his volcano of lava into her spasmic, heaving cunt. Then they lay still.
Claudie reached over and lit two cigarettes. It was great. And not only that, she'd be getting paid for her pleasure.