Chapter 7
At a little after eleven the next morning my private line began ringing. I rolled over in bed and sleepily picked it up.
"Yeah?" I said, yawning.
"Good morning, darling! Did I wake you up?"
I rubbed my eyes and smiled. "Yes, beloved, you woke me up!"
"I told Dave that you'd either be asleep or entertaining someone but he insisted that I call. It's still on for this afternoon, isn't it?"
"You know it is, Joyce!" I said. "Be here at one."
She laughed and said, "I can hardly wait!"
"Me either," I said.
We said goodbye and I put the phone back in its cradle. I picked up a pack of cigarettes and lit one. Then I got out of bed and went into the kitchen to put the coffee on. While it was cooking I took a fast shower to wake me up and then went back to the kitchen to make breakfast.
I thought of Joyce and I smiled. I had been fresh out of the army, almost broke in the Village, when I stopped to admire some paintings at an outdoor art show.
I was looking at some wild, abstract paintings when I heard a voice behind me ask, "What do you think?"
I turned and saw a tall blonde woman wearing a black dress and turquoise earrings that matched the blue of her eyes. She was a pleasant looking woman but hardly beautiful. The dress she was wearing had a scooped out neckline that revealed most of two, melon-sized tits.
I shrugged and said, "Not bad. I was just wondering what they're supposed to be."
"Comes," she said, with a smile.
"Huh?" I said, looking at her and then at the canvases which were predominately white with splashes of bright red, bright orange, yellows, and drips of black.
"Orgasms," she said, smiling. "I express my sexuality in my paintings and these are what I see when I have orgasms." .
"Oh," I said, nodding.
I was about to walk away from her when she said, "My name is Joyce Roberts. Would you be interested in doing a painting with me?"
I smiled at her and said, "Some other time, Joyce. I'm. on my way to see about a job and right now I need one bad."
"How much are you expecting to make at this job?' she asked.
"Eighty-five a week to start," I replied.
Joyce laughed and said, "How does a hundred and fifty a week to start sound?"
"When do I start?" I asked.
"Right now. Help me carry these paintings to my apartment. I feel like doing another painting," she said.
I had nothing to lose so I helped her gather the paintings together and off we went to her apartment Joyce had a six room apartment on the eighth floor of a luxury apartment house. The apartment was full of expensive furniture and Joyce's paintings.
"You have a nice place and quite a sex life," I said, sitting down on a couch in her living room.
Joyce fixed drinks for us and told me a little about herself. She had come from a wealthy, Philadelphia family and had inherited quite a bit of money when her parents died. She was in her early forties and had been married to a millionaire. The marriage had ended in an agreeable divorce and Joyce would never have to worry about money as long as she lived.
"Do you sell any of your paintings?" I asked.
"Quite a few, Jeff, but mostly to friends," she said, looking at me over the edge of her glass. She took a sip of her drink and then put the glass down. "I hate clothes! Would youjmind if I took mine off? I usually do when I'm up here."
I smiled at her. "It's your place, Joyce. Do what you like."
She stood up and reached in back of her for the zipper of the dress.
I stood up and said, "Let me help you."
She turned her back to me and I pulled the zipper on her dress down while her hands reached in back of her again. She touched the front of my levis and then I felt her fingers close around the bulge that my prick made.
I pushed the dress off her arms and then down over her hips to the floor. Her fingers were opening and closing around my prick and I could feel it getting hard in my pants.
"Is that all you in there?" she asked.
"There's one way of finding out!" I said, reaching down to zip open the front of my levis.
As her fingers moved to pull my cock out, my fin- gers unhooked her bra. I pushed her shoulder straps off her shoulders and my hands moved to cup her tits.
"Is that all you up there?' I asked, giving her tits a good squeeze. '
She laughed and said, "That's me and ... wow! This, I've got to see!" She had my cock out and it was in her hands. She let go of it and pushed my hands off her tits as she turned around to look at my prick. "It's ... beautiful! And unctrcumcized!"
Her bra dropped to the floor and she stood there with a black garter belt, black bikini panties, and stockings on. She unhooked the garter belt and sat down on the couch to take off her stockings.
"Let me do that for you," I said.
She held out a long, shapely leg and I pulled the stocking slowly down it while she looked at my prick. Then she held up the other leg and I pulled the stocking off it. She stood up and I pulled the garter belt down over her ass and thighs, letting it slide to the floor. My hands went to the waistband of her panties and she stopped me.
"No! I want them on for a while! Come with me!" she said, taking my hand.
We went into her bedroom and she pulled a pillow off the bed. Then, still holding my hand, she led me off to her kitchen. What in the hell is she up to, I wondered.
"Lie down on the table," she said, putting the pillow down on it.
I looked at the table. "The table? Axe you sure it will hold me?"
She nodded and said, "It'll hold you. Lie down."
I got up on the table and lay down. She sat down in the chair at the end of the table and said, "Move down until your legs are dangling over the edge of the table."
I moved down and my legs were dangling over the edge of the table with her between them, looking down at my prick. She reached up and unbuckled my belt. Then she unsnapped my pants and pulled them wide open. She stood up, gripped my levis and shorts in her fingers, and began pulling them down.
"Lift your ass, darling!" she said.. I lifted up and she pulled my pants and shorts over my ass and down my legs in anxious jerks. She pulled them off my feet and dropped them on the floor as my fingers unbuttoned my shirt.
She sat down in the chair between my legs again and wrapped both her hands around the shaft of my prick as if it were a baseball bat. "I knew you had a big cock when I saw you looking at my paintings, Jeflf. I just looked at that bulge in your levis and I knew! A big, beautiful cock for my mouth and pussy and assholel"
She bent her head forward and kissed the head of my cock. Then I felt her tongue move between her lips and wash over the skin of my cock head. My prick grew firmer as she pressed her tongue hard at the sensitive skin behind my knob and flicked it back and forth.
She took her mouth away from my prick and began pumping up and down with hard strokes at my prick. "I want you to come fast, Jeff! I want you to come in my mouth!"
My foreskin was moving back and forth, covering and uncovering the head of my cock. She really knew how to jerk a guy off. I said, "Use your mouth, Joyce, while you're doing that and it won't be long before I cornel"
Her lips came down over the head of my cock and she pumped away with her hand. Her other hand gathered my balls together and she squeezed them gently while she sucked.
A few more pumps and sucks and I was therel "Nowl" I said, and she stopped the wild pumping to plunge her mouth down the length of my shaft, taking as much of me into her throat as she could. The come erupted out of the hole in my knob and flowed into her mouth as she slurped away, swallowing as fast as she could.
She took all I had to offer and then closed her lips tight as she could around my rod. She kept them tight around my prick and pulled them up the sides, milking every drop out of my throbbing prick until she was at the tip of my cock head.
"Man! When you come, you really come!" she said, taking her mouth off me.
I sat up on the table and said, "I hope you enjoyed it."
"Delicious!" she said, letting go of my balls.
"Now it's your turn. You lie down on the table."
She smiled with delight. Tou want to suck me?" she asked.
"I want to eat you, Joyce!" I said, getting off the table. "You act surprised. Don't you want to be eaten?"
"I sure do!" she said, getting up on the table. "But most guys that I know act insulted if I suggest it."
I smiled and said, I'm not most guys and they must be dumb fucks if they pass up the chance to eat pussy!"
She moved her ass to the edge of the table and lifted it for me to pull off her panties. I tugged them down over the cheeks of her ass and then down over her hips to her thighs, letting my fingers stroke her skin as I did.
I pulled her panties down over her legs and off her feet. Her pussy was covered with a growth of fine, golden hair and I could see the moist inner lips of her cunt as I moved between her legs again.
"You have a lovely cunt!" I said, picking up her legs and putting them over my shoulders. "Lift your ass."
She lifted her buttocks and I slipped my hands under them. They pressed against my palms as she let her ass relax and I began to knead her ass cheeks with my strong fingers.
She groaned and said, "That feels good, darling! I love to have my ass played with! Squeeze it hard!"
I squeezed it hard and my mouth came down on her pussy hair just above the beginning of her slit. My lips caressed her flesh and then I pressed my tongue through her cunt hair to the lips of her pussy. I ran my tongue very lightly down her cunt lips, barely touching them and making her thrust herself against my mouth. My tongue moved all the way down to her cunt hole and I pushed it into her for just a second. Then I moved it out of her and back up the length of her slit quickly while her body trembled.
"Jeff! What in the hell are you trying to do to me? Curl my toes, darling? Ohhhh!" she cried, as my tongue moved down her slit again with enough pressure so that the sides of my tongue moved against both of her cunt lips at once.
She groaned and twisted her ass. "You're a teaser, aren't you, love? A real cunt teaser! Ohhhh, shove it in!" she cried, thrusting her pussy at my licking, wet tongue.
I gave her exactly what she wanted. I pressed my tongue hard against the very top of her cunt and brought it sliding wetly down, cleaving the lips of her cunt, pushing them apart while my hands lifted her ass, pressing her pussy tight to my mouth.
"Jeff, babyeeeel" she cried, drawing the cheeks of her ass tight together and thrusting up against my mouth as I shoved as much of my tongue as deeply into her cunt as I could.
I used my tongue like it was a cock and thrust it back and forth in her pussy, sucking up her juices as they flowed from her pussy. Her ass jerked and rolled in my hands and her groans became louder as my tongue moved faster and faster in a fucking motion.
"Suck my clit, Jeff! Do it, darling, so I can come!" she cried, twisting against my mouth.
My tongue moved out of the juicy depths of her cunt and up to her erect clit. I licked over it and then my lips surrounded her love bud. I drew it into my mouth, held it between my lips, and my tongue strummed wildly at it.
Her back arched and her cunt slammed into my mouth. "Ohhhh! I can't stand it! It's so good that I don't think I can stand it! Oh, God, I'm going to come! Shove your fingers up inside me and fuck me with them while you're doing that, darling!" she cried.
I shoved two of my fingers into her pussy and began moving them back and forth as I sucked at her clit. She slammed into my mouth again with her mound and then I felt her body tighten as if she had gotten an electric shock.
"Ohhhhhh, Jefffff!" she cried, and her body jerked and thrashed as I sucked and finger fucked her through an-orgasm.
Her ass finally relaxed against my hands and she looked down at me with a smile of completion. "Fan- tastie! Baby, the colors I saw on that one! Wow!" she sighed.
"More?" I asked, pulling my fingers out of her wet pussy.
She took a deep breath and said, "You get the hell away from my pussy with that mouth of yours or I'll have you arrested for attempted murder! You just gave me one of the greatest comes I ever had, if not the greatest, and you want to do it again? Maybe later, darling, but my nervous system wouldn't stand it right now!"
She got off the table and we went back into her living room. We sat down on the couch and she began playing with my cock and balls while we talked.
"You know there are women that I know who would pay you plenty for what you just gave me," she said. "A good looking guy with a cock and tongue like yours could clean up. Lonely widows, divorce cases, old maids, unsatisfied wives!"
I couldn't believe that with all the guys there were looking for ass that any women would have to pay a guy to suck and fuck. Joyce educated me in a hurry.
"You take a woman that has money, Jeff. Where's she going to meet a guy like you? She can take a chance, like I did, and hope that the guy isn't some freak that's going to strangle her or beat her up but most of the women I know won't take a chance on letting some guy they barely know take them home. She can't go to the bar because ten to one she'll wind up with some guy that can't get it up or is looking for someone younger than she is. She can't stand on a corner with a sign that says fuck me, anybody! So she sits home and waits for tomorrow!"
"I see what you mean," I replied.
"I've got a lot of friends and I could introduce you to the right people," she said, squeezing my prick.
My cock was beginning to get hard. "There's one thing I don't get, Joyce."
"What's that?" she said, stroking my foreskin back and forth over the head of my cock.
"Why you're putting me on to this. I mean, why aren't you saving me for yourself?" I asked.
"Because I want to get married again, Jeff. You'd be nice to have around for a while but sooner or later you'd see some young piece of ass and you'd be gone. I'm a jealous woman and I need a man that I know is one hundred percent mine. I want somebody I can grow old with and talk to. I like you very much and it would give me a kick to set you up, if you're interested," she said, squeezing my prick again.
I smiled and said, "I'm very interested."
She looked down at my prick and said, "Well talk about it later, love. Right now I have this yearning between my legs for this delightful weapon of yours. Would you please stab me with it?"
We went into her bedroom and she pulled back the covers on the bed. Then she got on the bed and waited with open arms and spread legs to receive me.
"The things I do for art!" she said, smiling and reaching up to guide my prick to her wet pussy, as I knelt between her legs.
My throbbing cock slid into her cunt easily and a groan of appreciation came from her lips as she felt the length of it filling her pussy.
"Big and thick!" she said, running her hands down over my back to my buttocks. I felt her fingers dig into my ass cheeks, pulling me tight against her belly.
My lips came down on hers and I felt her wet tongue slide into my mouth, stabbing at my tongue and caressing it. I pushed my tongue against hers as I drew my prick back and sent it deep into her cunt again.
"Oh, Jeff, darling! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she cried, thrusting up with her wet cunt and twisting her ass under me.
My lips ran down the side of her neck and left a wet trail to one of her big nipples. I caught the nipple with my lips and sucked it hard into my mouth, swirling my tongue back and forth over it and making it thrust against my mouth in a throbbing erection. My hips moved faster up and down, driving my prick harder and harder against her clinging cunt lips.
"Good, Jeff! It's lovely!" she cried, wrapping her legs around me and thrusting her belly tightly against mine.
I sucked both of her nipples and nipped them with my teeth as my hands slid under her ass. I lifted her buttocks and slammed my prick hard against the furrow of her cunt.
Then she tightened her legs around my waist and cried, "I'm going to come! Faster, Jeff! Faster, dar-ling!"
I bore down on her and my hands gripped the cheeks of her ass, tight, as my prick rode in and out of her sopping wet pussy. On and on I stroked and she twisted and thrusted until she was quietly groaning.
She held me against her and sighed. "Lovely! I saw every color there is with that one, darling!"
"Was it good?" I asked, pushing my prick deep into her again.
"So good! Would you like to fuck me in the ass?" she asked.
I smiled down at her and said, "If you think you can take it."
She laughed. "I'm willing to try."
"Turn over," I said, pulling my juice-covered prick out of her cunt.
She said, "Not here. I've got a rocking chair in the living room, darling, that was just made for something like that."
We got off the bed and made a detour into her bathroom. She opened her medicine cabinet and took a jar of cream out of it.
"What's that for?" I asked, as she unscrewed the lid.
"My asshole and your lovely rod, darling! I may stand half a chance of getting it up there with a little lubrication," she said, taking some on her fingers and gripping my cock. She smeared the cream all over the length of my prick until it was glistening and oily.
She handed the jar to me and said, "Do my ass, lover!"
Joyce bent over and gripped the cheeks of her ass. She pulled them apart, revealing the rosebud of her anus to me. I dipped my fingers into the cream and scooped out a glob. Then I pressed my fingers against her asshole and rubbed it all over her sensitive skin.
"That's good!" she said, letting go of her buttocks and standing up.
We went into the living room. The rocking chair was sitting on the far side of the room. It was an old fashioned rocker with no arms.
"Sit down on it," she said.
I sat down with my greasy hard-on sticking straight up and waiting for her asshole. She turned her back to me, gripped the cheeks of her ass in her hands and began to lower herself to sit on my cock.
"Guide your prick in!" she said.
I wrapped my hand around the base of my shaft and held it in place as her ass came closer to the big greasy knob. It touched the greasy skin of her asshole and she let out a little cry as my cock head began spreading her anus apart.
"God, it feels like I'm sitting down on a log!" she said, as her asshole swallowed the head of my prick.
"Are you sure you can take it?" I asked.
She said, "I can take some of it but not all of it! Put your legs tight together so about half of it sticks up between them!"
I clamped my legs together and said, "Okay, come on down!"
The tight, greasy ring of her anus held tight to the greasy skin of my cock as she settled down on half my prick. Her buttocks settled against my thighs and she leaned back against me, trying to relax.
"Oh, Jeff, I feel like a Thanksgiving turkey! All stuffed inside with your lovely cock! Put your hands around in front of me and play with my tits and clit, while we rock back and forth!" she cried, spreading her legs wide.
My left hand went to her tits and my right moved down her belly to the down of her pubic muff. My fingers found her wet slit and began moving into it as I rocked forward and then back. The skin of her ass moved against the skin of my prick in a tight, clinging up and down grip. Her clit swelled under my fingers and I moved my fingers hard against her sensitive bud while my other hand twisted at her luscious globes.
"Uhhhhl Oh, Jeff, that feels wonderful!" she said, thrusting back against me and making the chair rock faster.
It didn't take long for her to come again as we rocked back and forth and my hands played with her clit. She thrust hard against my cock with her asshole while her whole body trembled, and then she was still.
"Had enough?" I asked, as she pulled her anus off my prick and stood up.
"Not yetl" she said, turning to face me. "I want you to come up my ass, darling! Do you think you can?"
"I almost did three different times, Joyce. I had to hold back," I said.
She smiled. "We'll try it face to face this time, darling, and don't hold back! I want to feel it inside my ass! All that lovely cream you have!"
She straddled me, moved forward a little, and reached behind her to grip the shaft of my cock. She lowered herself and once again I felt the ring of her greasy anus spread over the purplish knob of my prick.
"Oh, it's heavenly!" she said, her face tightening as she let herself down and shoved forward.
I put my arms around her and my lips went to the nipples of her tits as the rocking chair began to move. Back and forth, back and forth, with my prick jerking and pulling against her hot insides, while she groaned out her pleasure.
"My clit! Can you stroke it?" she asked, shoving hard against my throbbing shaft.
I ran my hand between our bellies and hooked a finger into her slit. My hand began rubbing back and forth across her cunt hair and wet cunt lips while she shoved against the shaft impaling her asshole.
"Oh! Uhhhh! It's killing me but it's a delicious way to die!" she cried, as we rocked and thrusted at each other.
I felt my balls tighten and a warm glow was build- ing in my cock and belly. "I'm going to come!" I said, rocking a little faster.
"Bite my tits!" she cried. "I'm going to come to! Oh, yes, bite my nipples and pull my pussy!"
The rocking chair flew back and forth and I felt her anus grip my cock head tight as my cream began to jet and spurt out of my prick into her warm asshole.
Her belly slammed into my fingers and her asshole thrust down on my prick as hard as it could. She let out a long sobbing cry that echoed off the walls and my lips twisted at the nipple on her tit.
"It's flooding my asshole!" she cried. "Oh, I can feel every delicious drop of it spurting into me! Oh, Jeff, baby, darling!"
She pulled my mouth off her tit and wrapped her arms around my neck. Her lips came down on mine and I felt the ring of her asshole squeezing at my prick with hard, tight jerks that pulled the last drops of come out of it.
Her tongue licked the inside of my mouth and swirled over my tongue as she pressed her tits hard against my chest. Then she pulled her mouth off mine and said, "What a picture I'm going to paintl It's going to be a masterpiece!"
"You have a wild ass!" I said.
"Did you really like it?" she asked, looking at me.
"Do birds fly?" I replied.
Later, we took a shower together and I fucked her in her pussy as we stood letting the water run over our thrusting bodies. Then we had something to eat, still naked. When we were finished, she took me into the room she used as a studio and I watched while she began painting the orgasms that she had had with me.
Joyce was as good as her word; she took me out shopping the next day and bought me a complete wardrobe of expensive clothes. Then she threw a party to which she invited a lot of her wealthy friends, both male and female. Before they arrived she filled me in on the backgrounds of all the wealthy, lonely females and assured me that she'd have no objection to my lining them up as future customers for my sexual services. The party was a lively affair and by the end of the evening I had quite a few names, addresses, and telephone numbers in a little black address book that Joyce gave me.
With Joyce's approval, I went to work on the names in the address book and in no time at all I had my own apartment, a brand new car, and a growing list of clients. I was invited to parties where I picked up other addresses and soon I began getting telephone calls from women who had heard that I was a stud for hire.
Joyce met a man about her age who was an investment broker. He was fun to be with and a very understanding man. Joyce fell in love with him in spite of the fact that he was incapable of fucking her or anyone else. For some reason which she never told me, Dave was totally impotent and he insisted that she have a sex life apart from their marriage, so Joyce came to my apartment every other week or so for an afternoon of sex.
I was just finishing a cup of coffee when I heard the bell ring. I walked over and opened the door.
"Hi, darling!" she said, coming into my arms for a kiss.
"Hi, sweetheart!" I answered, pulling her against my naked chest and shoving the door closed behind her.
Our lips pressed together and I felt her hand moving down across my belly to my naked shaft. Her tongue slid into my mouth and she stroked the foreskin back on my prick.
She broke the kiss and said, "Mmmm! You're getting hard!"
"I'm thinking about that rocking chair," I said, turning her around to pull her zipper down.
She had given me the rocking chair for a going away present when I left her apartment and had gotten mine. The two of us had spent many a happy hour rocking in that chair. It sat in my living room and Joyce and I were the only two who had ever used it or would use it.
I jerked the zipper down the back of her dress and she shrugged it off her shoulders. She slid out of it and let it slide down her body to the floor. She was totally naked.
"No underwear?" I asked, running my hands over the cheeks of her ass and squeezing her buttocks.
She moved her ass back against my throbbing prick and said, "I was real hot, Jeff, and I didn't want to waste time taking it off! Besides I thought it might be nice to go without it for a change."
I turned her around. "I'm ready and you're hot! Pick your spot, Joyce! Where do you want it?"
She dropped to the floor and spread her legs. "Right here, baby!"
I came down on top of her and our hands fumbled with my prick. She won and shoved the head of my prick between her juicy cunt lips.
"Oh, baby, shove!" she cried, thrusting up at my belly.
My prick slid into her and pulled back. We began moving against one another while my mouth covered one of her erect nipples.
It was a long time before we got to the rocking chair.