Chapter 7

Wyatt didn't say a word to her on the elevator that took the two of them straight up to the penthouse he entertained his clients in.

He didn't say a word when he parked her on a circular black velvet sofa by a wall-length window that looked down on the city lights.

She stared at her reflection in the window, vague and shadowy.

Outside it was dark. Inside was the same. Hushed lighting illuminated bits and pieces of the penthouse. Here and there a painting was displayed, or a gleaming chrome-tiered collection of jade sculptures. Everywhere the eye travelled, there was something to delight it.

And then, when Wyatt returned after a couple of minutes, his arms laden with dark garments, Denise realized that she was like everything else in the penthouse ... an object, an object to delight the eye ... and, in this case, to delight the cock.

Wyatt handed her a rich black dress, dark stockings, a white garter, and a wired bra with velvet cups.

"Put them on and go into the room at the end of the hall."

He dumped the clothes in her lap. Denise meekly accepted them and stood up from the sofa. She could feel his eyes burning into her from the back, eager for her body even though he had just possessed her a short while ago.

Denise pushed open the door at the end of a plushly carpeted corridor.

And she gasped.

Inside was a monstrous blend of old and new. The bed in the center was wide and long, a four-poster with thick polished wood, under a billowing canopy.

Hanging from the bedposts were straps. Black leather straps and belts decorated each carved post of wood.

Two delicate sitting chairs occupied each side of the bed, almost as if they were ring-side seats for someone to watch the entertainment in the arena. A cane was slung around the side bar of the bottom part of the bed.

There were mirrors ringing in the room. All sides reflected upon one another and there were a dozen images of Denise just standing there dumbfounded.

It was like an old English bedroom ... with a few elements from the modern sex shop thrown in.

She sat down on the bed and stared with a strange feeling welling up sinfully inside of her. Her eyes were held by the straps.

Then her fingers ran over the gentle bonds. So smooth to the touch, yet so full of the promise of danger. Denise couldn't help feeling excited, she couldn't help enjoying the fingers of fear that crept up and down her thighs and then wound up inside of her. She pressed her thighs together to ease the throbbing sensation of her clit.

He wasn't fooling when he said he had something special in mind for her.

Maybe it was just her arousal before, from the forced sucking she gave to Wyatt, from the sleazy service she performed for the chauffeur ... from the need to be satisfied, a need that hard spitting cock awoke in her ... whatever the source ... Denise found herself looking forward to the use of the strangely fitted bed.

She slowly dressed.

Into the silk stockings.

Into the wired bra, stuffing herself into cups that made her already huge tits stick out even more.

Into the deliciously clinging dress.

Into the white gloves.

And into the spiked heels.

She got herself all dolled up in the outfit that Wyatt handed to her, and then, recoiling from the shock of her bright platinum hair in the mirror .. . she smiled.

She was just like the room. Half elegant. Half sleazy. All woman. She fixed her hair as best as she could, brushing out the snarls from where Wyatt had gripped her head when he had fucked her lips in the back of the limo.

Then she waited.

She sat on the bed, thinking, thinking, imagining what he had in mind for her ... and then she realized that this was part of his plan. He wanted her to stew in here, to build up her passion and her fear by playing out all of her fantasies, by conjuring up the worst and the best that he could do to her.

And then, when she was wet between the thighs, when she was caught up, wanting to dive onto her back, spread her legs, and take whatever came her way ... Then he walked into the room.

"Welllll..." she said. "You've certainly gone to great lengths for this game." She glanced around the room, letting her gaze take in all of the straps, the whips, the cane, the mirrors, and lastly, her gaze fell down into the wide V of her dark dress.

"It's not a game," he said.

"Oh, come on!" she said. "You've got me all dressed up like I'm a fucking baroness, or something, and at last you've got me in your torture chamber." She let out another girlish laugh. She folded her arms in front of her so that her tits stuck out even more from the clinging black dress. She did everything she could to look coy and alluring and.. .in on the gag. "It's almost like you're trying to scare me into thinking this is all real."

"Exactly," Wyatt said. "All for real." He closed the door behind him and then made a big show of locking it. One bolt slammed into place. Then another. And then he turned a key to switch the final lock into position. He pocketed the key and then walked toward her.

He stood right in front of her, his crotch just inches from her face. Both of his hands curled into fists which he rested on his hips.

"You think you're such a lady," he said.

"No ... "she said. "Come on, what is this . .. you made me get dressed up like this ..."

He smiled. His hands reached out and grabbed her neck, then caressing her skin softly, he pulled her to his prick and rubbed it up and down her lips. She mouthed his hard cock through his black pants.

"That's it ... lady ... that's the way to show what kind of lady you are."

She didn't like the tone of his voice. There was something crazed in it, something that oozed with a dangerous air to it.

"Take it out!"

He whipped down his zipper and then made her reach in for his prick. She pulled it out and sucked it into her mouth, blowing him the second she felt his throbbing meat surging on her tongue.

She cast a sidelong glance at the mirrors that ringed the room ... and she saw her pretty head bobbing up and down on a stiff cock, angled sharply out of his pants, slipping wetly and loudly into her mouth.

She was all dressed up, all decked out in these knockout rich-bitch clothes, and here she was sucking on his knob, making her smacking mouth into a tight hole for him to fuck, to stick with slippery steaming meat.

"Uhhh, uhhhh, suck it, suck it, lady, fucking rich dick-sucking lady..."

His hands clasped behind her neck and forced her to go into a rapid bobbing motion. Cock slid in and out, in and out, way back, over her tongue, down into her throat, stuffing, stuffing her with prick.

She could hardly breathe, all she could do was suck and smack and drool and let her lips whip up and down on his hard plunging meat.

Then he pulled his prick out. "Ready?" he said. "Are you ready to go through with it?"

She stared at his swollen cock in front of her face, throbbing away, surging with love juice, nuts hanging out of his pants, all wet, all sweaty, all sticky from her hot sucking mouth.

"Yeah," she said. "I'm ready."

"Good. Because I want something that no one else has ever had. I want to be the first to get you right where it feels best. You know what I'm talking about?"

She shook her head.

"Well, it's time you found out."

With a sudden movement he flipped her over onto the bed. She was down on her belly for a second, but then he had her on all fours. His strong hands worked quickly, sliding all over her.

His hands spread hers apart, looped them with the black leather straps.

She didn't try to stop him.

Then he had her so that she was kneeling in just the right position. The straps on her ankles weren't as tightly bound, but they kept her from moving away.

She was there, half kneeling, half leaning forward, her tits sticking way out of the black dress.

Then he was behind her, out of his pants, just in his shirt, flapping away at her. She could feel his stiff bare cock pressing into the back of her dress. The wet tip of it rubbed against her cheeks.

"Ohhhh," she said. "Uhhh, what are you going to do? What are you doing?"

But she knew. She knew. And she didn't try to stop it, she didn't yell or scream. She just stayed there and waited and let him do what he wanted.

And what she wanted ... All this time she wondered what it was like. All this time she imagined it, pictured it in her mind, but never took it upon herself.

Now it was coming to her. Hard. He lifted the back of her dress up and tossed it over her hips. Then he rammed his cock between her thighs. The wet cockhead split her cunt lips and then moved up and down, stoking her up.

He teased her clit with his cock, with his fingers, riding her from the back.

His hands swam over the backs of her thighs, always in a prying motion, always readying her cheeks. She was wet all over, wet from her cunt juices that were steadily spilling out of her. Wet from the hot fluid seeping out of his stiff prick.

He smeared some lotion on her back. Then down. Then down lower. Her thighs glistened. Her asscheeks glistened. She was poised there on the brink. Kneeling. Hands bound. Hide bound ... by passion... by the presence of a man kneeling behind her with only one thing on his mind.

Her ass.

"Uhhhhhh," she grunted, feeling it press against her. "Uhhhh, it's so hot, it feels so hot back there."

"You want it? Or you want me to stop. Say the word and you can march out of here."

"Uhhhhh," she said, by way of answer, and pushed back against him. She rotated her hips in a jerking motion, always pushing back on his prick.

It went in.

It went in an inch.

And then more. In a sudden burst of wet hard throbbing cock, he jammed her good. It was like a quick plunging shaft that filled her to the brim. All the way in, hot and hard and growing, stretching inside of her.

The quivering mass of flesh probed and rocked and made her squeal with delicious torment.

"Ohhhh, ohhhhh, it's just the way I thought ... Uhhh, it's so good, so fucking good ..." She rotated her hips again, each time tugging harder on his cock.

It was trapped inside her, wetly fucking her, wetly and loudly.

Wyatt's hands gripped her by the cheeks, running up and down the firm rounded flesh, pulling at them, pushing at them, guiding the motions of her ass while he fucked her. His nuts slapped away at her cheeks, hot and sweaty, banging away at a feverish pace.

She knew he couldn't take much more of this kind of pleasure. And neither could she. It was an incredible feeling, a new thrill that made her glow with a fiery rush from toe to tit, every inch of her on fire.

Wyatt's hands fumbled at the front of her thighs, spreading farther apart, seeking out her dripping cunt. She lifted herself up, impaling herself onto his cock, giving him access to her juice-soaked pussy.

"Ohhh, yes, oh, fuck yessss!" she shouted when his fingers found her clit. He teased the throbbing bud, flicking it up and down while he slammed dick into her from in back like a pile driver.

His prick made a sloshing, slippery sound, ramming all the way inside her tight hole.

"Move your ass, baby, uh, uh, move your fucking ass for me, make me squirt inside of you." Wyatt's breath was quick and loud. His voice was strained. He was caught up in the ecstasy of giving it to her, fucking her tail as hard as he could, trapped in the wet tightness.

Denise shook her head from left to right, groaning in the drowning pleasure that blacked out every other experience she had. Only because she had been waiting for this to happen to her ... only because she wanted it in this manner ... only because she dreamed of it constantly since she had witnessed that lady reporter getting it up the back door ... at last she was making it happen just the way she wanted.

"Give it to me!" she shouted. "Come on, Wyatt, drill me with your dick. Squirt it, ohh, yes, squirt me with your hot fucking cum!" She pumped up and down on his cock, pushing it deeper inside her, making it jiggle in and out while his fingers played around with her cunt, stroking in and out, tickling her clit ... fucking her in the ass. Fucking her just how she wanted it.

One of his hands reached up for her tits, pulling them out of the wired bra, mauling the huge mounds of flesh. The other fucked her cunt.

And his cock pinned her body to his from the back, holding her in place for his cheek-splitting pleasure stick.

His balls slapped rapidly at her ass while he drove his cock all the way inside. Her tits flopped in and out of his pawing hand.

And her clit throbbed away at a mile a minute, stiff and pulsing with pleasure .. . pleasure derived from his stiff and pulsing stick inside of her ... pounding ... slapping ... wetly tearing into her.

"I'm gonna come, now, I'm gonna come in your ass!"

"Do it! Do it!" She jammed herself on his cock, holding it trapped with her tight muscles. "Uhhhhhh!"

A bolt of hot cum burned inside of her. It splattered out of his quivering cockhead, up into her tunnel, wet, gobby, over and over creaming her ass with a sticky wad of semen.

"It feels so gooood, so goood," she said. She chanted over and over again, entranced by the entire body-fucking she was getting.

It spurted up inside of her, gob after gob, like hot slaps, stinging every bit of her, coating her insides with hot squirting cream.

"AHHHHH!" she screamed, flooding her cunt with the hot juices of orgasm.

Her clit throbbed wildly, driving her insane with the steady beats of pleasure that coursed through her cum-filled body.

As hot semen spurted into her, hot pussy juice seeped out of her in a flood of liquid passion. She was drenched and emptied at the same time.

Then his strokes slowed down.

Denise kept on pounding herself back on his dick, impaling herself on the stiff spurting tube, and milking it at the same time, clenching in and out with her tight, cum-lubricated muscles.

Then he rammed it into her one more time, knocking her to the bed, flat out on her belly. His cock plunged in and out, pinning her to the mattress, flooding her with one last wad of sticky semen. He pulled out his hard cock and then rested it on top of her cheeks, crashing down on her with his full weight. Denise moaned and sighed, rubbing her ass against his groin, rubbing it until she was soaked from his wet cock.

"Uhhh, that was good," Wyatt said.

"It was the best," she said. "Mmmmmn?"

"Best I ever had it," Denise said. She collapsed then, closing her eyes, burying her face into the pillow, completely drenched with contentment.

"You could have it all the time," Wyatt said. "If you really want it." His hands caressed her bare shoulders, her tender sides, then down, down, until he had both of her big tits in his hands.

"What are you talking about?" Denise said. She was sleepy, but intrigued at the way he was talking. Something was up, beside his stiff cock that was running up and down the crack of her wet ass. She knew that Wyatt had enjoyed it as much as she had, probably even more.

"I'm talking about coming over to me," Wyatt said. "I can handle you."

As he talked he rode up and down the firm rounded cheeks of her ass with his cock, lunging, smearing it with the filmy semen oozing out of his prick head.

"Mmmmn," she said. "You sure can handle me."

"I mean, legally. You can switch agencies. I'll represent you, give you a bigger slice of the action, and ... I'll send you farther up the ladder than Hot Licks ever could."

"You can have your own clients, even though you work for a record company?" she asked. It was like a purring sound that came out of her mouth. She dreamed of it, of how it could be. Wyatt was definitely on a higher level than the Hot Licks agency. More class, more cash, more ass, she thought. She would enjoy being handled by Wyatt in every way.

"It's a wide-open business," he said.

"But will Mark let me out of my contract?" she asked.

"Deal with him some. We'll make an offer, buy him out."

"Alright," Denise said. "I'll see him tomorrow, and see if he'll listen."

"I'm sure he'll go along. Hell, he knows if he doesn't cooperate with you, now that you're making it big in the media, you can make things difficult for him ... especially with my help." Wyatt was so confident, so damn sure of himself, that it spread to Denise. She felt that it was already over and done with. She'd see Mark, he'd let her out of the contract, after naming a price, of course, and then she would come over to Wyatt's camp.

Wyatt was getting rigid again. He moved up and down, humping her cheeks, getting her wet and ready again.

"It'll be great," he said. "You and me, all the way." For emphasis he pressed harder with his cock against her bare ass. "After all, what could he do to stop you from going your own way?"

Mark's office seemed like a prison to her the next day. After just ten minutes in there she felt like everything was closing in on her.

Everything went wrong.

He was being a real prick, a conceited smug bastard, all neatly dressed in his business guise, his black hair neatly parted, his handsome lean face smiling cruelly whenever she pleaded with him to let her out of the contract.

"Why should I let you go?" he said. "After all the work I did on you, turning you into a slick pop singer instead of just another chick with big tits and a ready-to-suck mouth ... " He laughed at her, folding his hands together, leaning forward on his desk.

"Wyatt can make things difficult for you," she said, clinging to her last hope.

Mark laughed. "Yeah, sure. Don't think this is the first time this sort of thing has happened. Everybody wants a piece of you sluts .. . once you make it, that is."

He got up from the desk. "Take a look around," he said. His arm waved around the room, at the full-length posters that hung on the wall.

All the other chick singers he represented looked down at Denise from their glossy posters. All of them were posed in sultry, sometimes sleazy, positions.

"They all wanted to get a bigger cut once they made it big, once they peddled their asses enough." Denise nodded. "So?"

"So they didn't get what they wanted," Mark said. "And they all had hot shots like Wyatt putting the pressure on to break their contracts." He paused, stared at her tits straining against the striped red tube top. "And you know why they all stayed with me in the end?"

"Why?" Denise shrugged, as if she didn't care anymore.

"Come on over here." Mark took her hand and lifted her out of the chair facing his desk. He dragged her across the room and made her sit down in a form-fitting chair facing a large projection-TV screen.

He fiddled with the console unit, inserted a videotape, and then sat down in a chair next to her.

"Just watch, you silly bitch. Just you watch and maybe you'll understand what I'm talking about."

Denise stared at the screen. Then she recognized one of Mark's top acts, a big-titted brunette who sang crossover country music. She was on stage, whipping her microphone cord as she hopped all over the place, jiggling and singing in front of a country band.

Then the tape was spliced. The next part showed that same brunette sucking off a stiff cock poking out of a pair of black pants.

She sucked until cum splattered all over her mouth and dripped down her lips, down onto her bare tits.

Then the camera moved up and showed the man she was sucking off. It was Mark, smiling as he wiped his semen-spouting cock all over the chick's face.

There were more clips of the country girl, sucking off cock after cock, sitting on squirting pricks, jerking them off on her tits and on her face.

"I gave her, her first big break," Mark said. " Just like I gave it to you."

Denise nodded her head. She was spellbound by the image of the country singer getting fucked and stuffed with cock after cock.

Then another girl came on. A rock singer. She was shown on stage ... then on the floor, on her knees. Sucking cock.

It was a parade of celebrity skin. Chick after chick putting out, doing whatever Mark directed them to. Gangbangs, group sucking, titfucking ... anything that he could imagine, he had them do.

And it was no wonder that they all stayed with his agency.

Then Denise saw herself on the videotape. Sucking off Mark, sucking off Lenny, getting fucked by a dozen guys that all had her right here in this office.

Cum on her face, on her tits, all over her.

The hard cock in her mouth on the screen, exploding in ribbons of white cum, was replaced by the hard cock poking out of Mark's pants.

He held it in his hands, not even looking at her real body, but looking at her naked cocksucking body on the screen. He held his prick out to her lips.

"Go ahead. Suck it for me. Prove that you're gonna stay with me ... Or else, I'll ruin you with this tape, bitch."

Denise stared at his prick. And she thought of what would happen if he decided to show the tape around town. She'd be treated worse than ever, laughed off the stage, used by every hotshot media hustler in the business.

It was okay to put out an image of hard-drinking, coke-snorting, sexy bitch songstress ... but it was quite another to offer the proof, to show her in explicit sex.

Maybe in a few years it would be accepted, maybe then the tapes would lose their control over her career. But until then they would be the most powerful blackmail tools that Mark had.

Until then, Denise would be doing whatever he said.

She opened her mouth, grabbed his stiff prick, and inhaled it. Her O-shaped lips tugged on the hard slick meat, puffing away like there was no tomorrow.

Mark idly rocked his hips back and forth, shoving his cock down her throat.

And then came the first load of cream... the first of thousands more to come.