Chapter 8
Getting between Phil's parted legs, Sandy pulled herself up by putting her hands on his knees. He didn't offer to open his pants so she tugged the zipper down. Reaching in, she fished his erect cock out and ran her fingers along the long, hard length of blood-engorged flesh and muscle. The pulsating organ wasn't quite as big around as Cliff's prick, but it seemed to be just a little longer.
Cliff sat down on the couch beside them. Sandy leaned forward and took Phil's swollen cockhead into her mouth. He didn't hunch his ass or cock and she glanced up and saw that he had leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He didn't put his hands on her head. She started a gentle suction and another glance told her that Cliff was watching her every move.
She began taking more of the turgid tool, enjoying the intimate act very much because Phil was letting her do as she wished. She was holding onto the base of the rigid staff with one hand and she slipped her other hand in and clasped the heavy, sperm-laden testicles.
It didn't take much sucking to make Phil's cock ejaculate. She felt the telltale expansion just before the explosion and sucked and bobbed her head faster. She also massaged and squeezed his balls, as one of her customers had said that he liked for that to be done when he was shooting off.
The big cock jerked spasmodically when it spurted. Sandy held only the enlarged glans in her greedily sucking mouth while gulping the hot cream down. She also moved her clenched fingers along the throbbing shaft in fast milking motions. She managed to take the entire torrent without a drop oozing out around her clinging lips.
As the organ went soft, she took more into her mouth, applying enough suction to drain the last few drops, then let the limp cock slip from her mouth. Steaming hot herself, she looked to see if Cliff had another erection as soon as she lifted her head. His cock had only lifted slightly. Disappointed, as she quite desperately wanted to be fucked, she asked if he wanted her to get his cock hard again.
"There's no hurry," Cliff said. "We're just killing time until your sister returns, you know and I'm in the mood to watch you frig yourself."
Phil had sat upright and opened his eyes. "You can give a good blow-job, Sandy. I could tell that you really like to do it and that's a plus for you in the whoring racket. So many of the hustlers don't enjoy any kind of sex with a man and it's a treat to run into one who does. Go ahead and do as Cliff said. You'll find that some of your Johns will want to watch while you masturbate."
"Get down on your back," Cliff said. "Show us what you do when you're all by your lonesome."
Sandy was passionate enough to do almost anything. She got down on her back, closed her eyes and slipped one of her hands down along her belly. But just as she got to her curly hairs, sure that just a few flips of her finger would relieve the tension that was becoming almost painful, Cliff ordered her to play with her titties first.
Opening her eyes, seeing the look in Cliff's eyes, Sandy put both hands on her breasts and began toying with the stiffened nipples. She couldn't keep from squirming her ass against the carpet as the little electric-like shock waves seemed to ripple right down to her clit. She was just about to have an orgasm when Cliff told her to go ahead and frig herself.
She did, her eyes wide open, her hips racing in harmony with her pistoning finger. She didn't try to suppress the little gasps and moans escaping from between her parted lips. When the spasms ceased and she had pulled her finger from her twitching cunt, Phil told her to go freshen herself. Cliff didn't say anything. Both cocks were only about half hard.
Sandy went to the bathroom, far from being satisfied, but still wishing the men would leave. There was no telling what they might do to her and to Nadine later and she started wishing that she was back home. She sure as hell wouldn't enjoy life as a call girl if she ran into very many creeps like Cliff.
Washing her face and hands and rinsing her mouth at the washbasin, Sandy wet a washcloth and sat down on the side of the bathtub to clean her crotch. She took her time, wondering if she should lock the door, deciding that it would probably be broken down if she did. Besides, she still wanted to do all she could to help her sister.
Not that there was really anything she could do, Sandy thought, tossing the washcloth onto the basin. Except try and use her body and her newly learned talents to try and have the men in the best possible humor when Nadine did get home.
The door was pushed open and Phil entered, closing the door behind him and Sandy heard the lock click. He had removed all of his clothes, including his socks, but his cock was again hanging limply.
"Don't look so frightened," Phil said, grinning and leaning his back against the door. "I didn't let Cliff hurt you all that much, did I?"
"I guess not, but I really don't go for the rough stuff. Where's your creepy friend?"
"Don't say anything like that around Cliff," Phil said seriously. "I work with the guy and we have to get along. He's in the kitchen getting a cup of coffee. He knows that I don't really like to have a witness when I'm having sex."
Sandy had remained seated on the side of the bathtub, her knees still parted and she didn't try to cover her gaping gash. Phil stared, licked his lips and Sandy parted her knees even further.
"Just what did you have in mind?" Sandy asked, sure that she already knew.
"I'll see what I can do for your sister if you watch what you say around Cliff about me, Sandy. He's a little strange where all things of a sexual nature are concerned, but I guess he has a right to be. I found out that he has two sisters hustling in another city. I figure that he had sex with them in his younger years and that kind Of twisted his thinking where all females are concerned."
"That's no excuse for him to be so cruel," Sandy said. "I'm afraid of him and I won't even talk to him if I don't have to."
Phil moved forward and stood before Sandy. Her feet were on a thick bath mat covering the tiled floor. His cock was lifting, but she was sure that he didn't want her to blow him so she didn't even lift her hands. After hesitating for a few seconds, seemingly reluctant to do what he so obviously wanted to do, he dropped to his knees on the thick mat.
"Something about you reminds me of my ex-wife, Sandy. Sometimes I wish I hadn't been so hasty when I caught her in bed with another guy."
Phil had snuggled in close between Sandy's legs, his upper body upright, his hands fondling her jutting breasts. He was very gentle and she felt a little sorry for him. He was apparently still in love with his ex-wife.
"What did you do to them ? " she asked, picturing all kinds of horrible things.
"Not what you might think. Sure, when I saw the guy pounding away at my wife and her fucking back like crazy, I felt like getting a gun or a knife and killing them both. I even moved toward the bed to beat them both to a bloody pulp with my fists. But I managed to keep myself under control. Mostly, I guess, because I had often been in the same situation the man was in. I had fucked many married women, I mean, so I realized that I had no right to blame the man. I just told him to get his cock out of my wife and his ass out of my house."
"Did you do anything to your wife?"
"No. Not physically, anyway. I cursed her and scared the hell out of her, but I thought too much of her to hit her. As I said, at times I wish I had forgotten my pride or whatever and stayed with her."
"I guess we all have our troubles," Sandy said.
She was curious and wanted to ask questions, but Phil started kissing and licking her breasts. She also decided, even before he started sucking her erect nipples, one and then the other, that it might not be wise to pry into his private business. He could be just as dangerous as his partner for all she knew-and there was the possibility that he was just giving her a line of bull.
Phil soon pulled his greedy mouth from Sandy's throbbing titties, backed off and began kissing and tonguing her trembling belly. She moved helpfully, making her entire lower body easily accessible. Phil didn't fool around with the usual inner thigh kissing and licking. He parted the curly hairs with his thumbs and buried his face.
Sandy gasped as Phil's tongue slithered between her vaginal lips and delved deep into her palpitating cunt. Then, as Phil's tongue found her erect clitoris and began lapping, she moaned with pleasure and dug .her fingernails into his bobbing scalp.
But he only lapped for a few seconds before pushing up against her digging fingers and lifting his head. Licking his wet lips, his eyes glazed with passion, he told her to get down on the mat where he could get at her better. She welcomed the order and quickly got down on her back as soon as he was out of the way, pleased to see that his cock was thrusting stiffly..
She thought he was going to fuck her, but she wasn't disappointed when he resumed his lavish oral attentions. She was sure he would prong her pussy with his poking prick a little later and she didn't even mind when his mouth and tongue didn't go directly to her tingling, twitching twat.
After licking both of her inner thighs from her knees to her crotch, he licked all over her crotch until her hairs were soaked with his saliva. Her ass was squirming against the soft mat by then and she had started kneading her throbbing breasts with her own hands.
He finally snaked his tongue back into her hot, quivering cunt and tongue-fucked her until he had her bucking and lurching and trying to get him to make contact with her clit. When he finally did go to the throbbing bump of sensitive flesh and begin lapping again, he slipped his hands from her hips around and under to her squirming buttocks. He then tugged with his strong fingers and tilted her ass until he could get his lips in on the action. Then he sucked as well as lapped, driving Sandy almost out of her mind with ecstasy.
Sandy cried out as she jerked and jolted through a whole series of spasmodic releases. Then, when the shuddering spasms finally stopped and she was limp, she let go of her breasts and watched as Phil lifted his face and licked his wet lips. The blue eyes were filmed with passion.
"I don't do that to just anybody, Sandy. Nobody since my ex-wife, really. Not even to Nadine. You have that extra something that really turns me on, I guess and I'm almost, afraid to fuck you." He smiled, but it looked forced to Sandy. "It would really be a laugh on me if I fell for you, wouldn't it!"
"I guess it would be quite tragic for you to fall for a whore," Sandy said, deciding that it would serve him right if his emotions did become involved. She could never go for him, she knew that even before he slipped the meat to her, but she didn't think it would be wise to say so.
Phil seemed about to speak, but he positioned himself and his jutting tool for the penetration without saying anything. Sandy reached down and guided his stiff shaft. He pushed the big crown in even as she removed her fingers. She lurched upward, taking all of the hard cock into her hot, moist flesh, thrilling to the wonderful sensation of having her cunt crammed full. He groaned and surprised her by mashing his mouth to hers.
She returned the tongue-probing kiss and wrapped her legs around his lean waist. He pronged her with fast strokes and she clutched at his shoulders and answered him thrust for thrust. Within two or three minutes she felt herself rapidly approaching the point of no return. Phil pulled his mouth and tongue from hers and braced on his hands and arms, seeming to sense that she was on her way.
He had been riding high, making delightful contact with her clitoris. She met his blazing eyes and kept on with the rotary movements of her ass and hips, but she lifted her ass inches from the thick mat and clamped her strong legs more tightly around his waist. He gritted his teeth and held his hard rod deep when she put her inner muscles into motion and milked his throbbing cock.
Sandy felt herself soaring, floating along on the throbbing beat of her passion and she didn't try to keep the wondrous feeling from registering on her face. Then the wracking spasms seized control of her body.
She hunched even faster, rolling her head from side to side, then cried out with joy as she gave herself over completely to the blissful orgasm. She closed her eyes tightly as she shuddered violently and lowered her ass back down on the mat.
Phil's cock was still stiff and hard and buried deep. Her entire body was lax and limp. He lowered his chest against her tits, placed his face beside hers and began screwing her again. His strokes were slow and steady, but she knew that he wasn't far from a climax. She didn't move with him, knowing that he wanted his pleasure to last as long as possible, also giving herself a little time to recover.
He moved rhythmically, withdrawing his rigid rod almost all the way and then plunged it deep again. He gradually increased the tempo of his thrusts and she began to move with him. She wriggled her ass and rolled her hips from side to side to further intensify the pleasure for them both.
It wasn't long before she again felt the start of a melting orgasm deep within her loins. The gloriously wonderful feeling strengthened until she could no longer simply coast along with his thrusts. She clutched at his back and dug her heels into the thick mat, at the same time pressing herself upward against his throbbing cock. Their pubic hairs mingled and intertwined and she heard their moist bellies slapping against each other.
His fingers were gripping her racing hips. He slipped his hands under and grabbed an ass-cheek with each one. He began pumping his swollen cock faster and she knew that he was about to climax. She raced along with his pistoning prick and returned his tongue-lashing kiss when he lifted his head and glued his mouth to hers.
She spasmed just as his cock jerked and sprayed her clasping, clinging cunt with hot jism. He pulled his mouth and tongue from hers and they remained locked together while they recovered.
Phil lifted his upper body, but left his softening cock buried. "I guess you know that I really go for you, Sandy. How would you like to move in with me? You wouldn't have to hustle and I make good money. I'm a generous guy and I would try to make you happy."
Sandy met his eyes, wondering what she should say. She sure as hell didn't want to live with him, she wouldn't live with him, but she didn't want to hurt his feelings. She had enjoyed the sex, but she didn't even like him very much as a person.
"I'll have to think about it," she said, afraid to tell him the truth. "I need some time to consider your kind offer, I mean and it isn't that I don't appreciate it."
"You can take a few days to make up your mind, Sandy. Don't mention it to Cliff. He might not understand and if he laughed there would be some serious trouble. I'll break the news to him later, after we're living together and then he won't be dumb enough to make fun of me for falling for you."
Sandy felt like laughing and making fun of him herself, but she just smiled as Phil withdrew and said that he was going to take a shower. She had cleaned herself by perching her butt on the washbasin by the time he stepped from the shower stall and started drying himself with a handy towel.
"What about Cliff?" Sandy asked. "Now, I mean. What if he wants to have sex with me again today?"
Phil averted his eyes. "He's waiting for his turn, so I'll wait in the kitchen until he's through. I don't want to watch and when you move in with me, I don't want you to have sex with anybody else."
Again Sandy felt like laughing. But she took a towel and left the bathroom, saw Phil's clothes on a chair in the hallway and went to the living room. Cliff was sitting on a couch, still naked, his fist moving up and down on his hard penis.
When he saw Sandy he grinned and stopped beating his meat. "I was just getting primed and ready for you, babe. How did you and Phil make out?"
"All right," Sandy said.
Cliff laughed. "I'll bet he tongued your twat before he fucked you! That was a statement, not a question, so you don't have to answer. Is he coming back in here right away?"
"He said that he didn't want to watch," Sandy said, wondering if she should talk and try to get the men to fighting each other. That wouldn't help matters, though and would probably make things worse.
"I think Phil's falling for you," Cliff said. "Not that I blame him. I like you a hell of a lot, too. You remind me of one of my sisters. When she was younger, I mean. You really have a beautiful body, Sandy and I don't want you to be afraid of me. I know I get rough at times, but I won't really hurt you."
"I don't want you to hurt Nadine," Sandy said, thinking that Cliff was much different when Phil wasn't around.
"That's a different matter," Cliff said. "I'll see what we can work out with her, though. Phil and I have had her at the same time. We've already worked her over from all directions in a sexual way. Just about, anyway, as we didn't go down on her. Have you ever made it with two men at the same time?"
"Yes. Once when I was on a call with Nadine. Are we going to just talk? I like you, too, but even if I didn't I would want to show you a good time so you would take it easy on my sister."
Sandy had stopped and remained standing a few feet away from Cliff. He motioned for her to move closer. She did and he put his hands on her hips. His face was on a level with her dark triangle. When he spoke, she felt his warm breath.
"I've been looking around for a suitable young girl to keep house for me, Sandy. I think you will do just fine. We won't mention anything to Phil, as he would think I was nuts for taking you into my apartment to live and he never comes to my place and wouldn't even have to know. Nadine could say that you quit the racket and went back home. How does that sound? You couldn't let anybody fuck you except me, of course."
"Of course," Sandy said, managing not to laugh. God, what a conceited jerk! He was even more stupid than Phil! The other jerk had at least asked, while this one was acting as if she would jump at the chance to live with him without even thinking it over! She wished that she had the nerve to tell him to go to hell!
"I'll get in touch with you within the next few days," Cliff said. "I'll have to make some arrangements, so don't even say anything to your sister for now. Maybe we'll let her visit us now and then for a threesome. No other men, though, but I'll open a bank account in your name. How does a hundred dollars a week sound? Along with your clothes and all other expenses, of course."
"That sounds too good to be true," Sandy said, hoping seconds later that he hadn't detected the sarcasm in her words and in her tone.
Apparently as tired of talking as Sandy was, Cliff moved his hands around to her buttocks, tugged and mashed his open mouth against her cuntal lips. He only jabbed his tongue into her pussy a few times, pulled back, said that she tasted good, then told her to get down on the carpet.
Sandy sank down and Cliff followed, his mouth glued to her slit, his tongue probing deep into her twat. When she was on her back and he was on his knees, he slipped his hands around from her ass and used his fingers to spread her puffy pussy lips further apart. He lapped and sucked greedily, making loud, slurping sounds, actually drawing folds of sensitive flesh into his mouth at times.
He wasn't too rough, though and Sandy enjoyed the sensations being produced by his greediness. She didn't have an orgasm even when he went to her clitoris and lapped and sucked for all of two minutes. She's had so many so recently was one reason and another reason, she thought, was because she couldn't get her mind off the offer Phil had made and what Cliff seemed to take for granted. She was afraid she would have more trouble than she could handle with both men wanting her. God, but she would just about as soon be dead as alive with either one of the jerks!
Finally lifting his face, Cliff said that he was glad that she hadn't faked a climax as an ordinary whore would have done. He then inserted a finger in her juicy cunt, pulled it out and probed at her anal opening. She relaxed and the slippery digit easily penetrated the tight tunnel. While slowly finger-fucking the clinging ass-flesh, he again lapped and sucked her stiffened passion-button. The double action soon had her writhing through a blissful orgasm.
"That was great," Cliff said after he had lifted and settled back on his haunches. He wiped his hands on the towel Sandy had dropped. "Just one more thing and you will pass the test for being what I call a perfect sex-partner. Do you like to be corn-holed, babe?"
Sandy thought she saw a chance to get Cliff to change his mind about her. "No," she lied. "There's too much pain for me. I guess I'm just too tender there."
Cliff had been frowning. He brightened and said, "Well, I like it better dog-fashion anyway, so get on your hands and knees and I'll prong your tasty twat."
Sandy didn't trust the man, so a little later she wasn't surprised when he did sodomize her. She had almost expected him to do so, actually and she was glad that she wasn't tender back there. He did give her a good fucking before pulling his cock out and placing the wet knob against the puckered hole, though.
She relaxed when he pushed the big crown in, then decided that she had better cry out to back up her lie as he shoved his stiff and slippery shaft on into her clinging and yielding rectum. He gave her time to adjust, the dull ache was replaced by the welcome warm glow and she couldn't keep from moving along with his pistoning cock when he began corn-holing her.
His heavy, sperm-filled balls slapping against her gaping pussy lips added to her passion and to her pleasure. She had been trying to hold back, to try and hide the fact that she had lied to the creep so vigorously fucking her clasping ass-hole, but she found herself hunching furiously enough to make him pump faster to keep up with her.
She felt his fingers tighten their grip on her hips, heard him groan, then felt his cock jerking erratically and flooding her churning bowels with spurt after spurt of steaming semen. Seconds later she shuddered through a climax and lowered a cheek down on the carpet as Cliff flaked out over her back.
"You're my kind of a girl, Sandy! Young, beautiful and an all-around sex-kitten! We're going to get along just fine even if I find out that you can't cook!"
Sandy didn't say anything and she felt Cliff using the towel as he withdrew his limp cock from her clinging ass-hole. She would go to another city, she thought. New York. Maybe Los Angeles. She couldn't stay in New Orleans, that was for sure. Not with the two tough gangster-types each wanting her to live with him.
Taking the towel and her robe, going to the bathroom, Sandy showered, careful not to get her hair wet, then went to her bedroom and dressed. She put on panties, bra, a summer frock and heels. She brushed her hair, then returned to the living room. Cliff and Phil were there, both dressed, each on a different couch. She hesitated, then picked an easy chair and sat down.
"You look nice," Phil said.
"Yeah," Cliff said. "You're even beautiful with your clothes on!"
Before Sandy could do more than smile, as she meant to thank the men for their compliments, there was the sound of the key being turned in the lock and the door swung inward. Nadine entered, the men stood up and Sandy's heart seemed to do a couple of flip-flops.
Nadine stared, then closed the door behind her. "Hello, Phil-Cliff. What are you studs doing here ? "
"We were sent," Phil said. "You know that and you know why."
"You were stupid to hold out," Cliff said.
Nadine didn't act or look frightened and Sandy wondered if the men had been bluffing, just scaring her so that she would have sex with them.
"I think you fellows had better tell your boss to get his signals straight with his boss before sending you around again," Nadine said, looking at Sandy. "Are you all right, honey?"
"Yes," Sandy said as both men looked at her. "I've been entertaining these gentlemen while they waited for you. They seem to think you broke some kind of a rule."
"I just bent one a little bit," Nadine said, laughing. "I fixed it up with the right person, though and these so-called gentlemen had better believe that. Would you like to make a phone call, Phil? How about you, Cliff?"
"We'll take your word for it," Phil said.
"But we'll be back if you're lying," Cliff said.
"I'm sure you will," Nadine said. "Since you're here you might as well take the money. I'll be right back."
"I don't understand any of this," Sandy said as Nadine hurried from the room.
The two men remained silent and Sandy was sure that each one was afraid she was going to say something he didn't want the other to hear. She felt like saying that she didn't want to see either one of them again, but she decided not to push her luck. It was possible that Nadine was lying and just pulling some kind of a trick to protect herself.
Nadine returned with a large, white envelope, thick with currency that Sandy was sure was protection money. "This is already addressed to the post office box, fellows. It isn't sealed, but I thought I would let you do that. I've included the cut from Sandy's earnings and I don't think it would be much of a gamble for you hard-working studs to take a piece of the pie. Two hundred sounds like a nice round figure, doesn't it?"
"I don't like that kind of talk," Phil said, taking the bulky envelope.
"It could be damned unhealthy for everybody in this room," Cliff said, tapping Phil's shoulder, then moving toward the door.
"We'll turn this dough in within an hour," Phil said, glancing around the room and following Cliff. "All of it!"
The men went out and Nadine slammed the door behind them. She laughed, then said, "Those two jerks have been seeing too many detective stories on television. Or reading too many headlines! They thought the room was bugged and I was trying to frame them. How long have they been here, Sandy?"
"Not very long," Sandy lied, deciding that she wasn't in the mood to go into details about the men's visit. "They kept harping on the fact that you had broke a rule and should have told me the rules. I'm confused, as you must know and they had me frightened for you and for myself."
"There's only one important rule for us call girls," Nadine said. "To operate without harassment or worse, we have to give ten percent of our earnings for protection. Since I've been handling everything for you I saw no reason to fill you in on all the details. I still don't for that matter. Not until you're ready to go it on your own. Are you ready now, honey?"
"I don't think I ever will be," Sandy said. "The more I see and hear, the more I dislike the racket. How do Phil and Cliff and the other people know that you give a full ten percent?"
"They don't," Nadine said. "They have a fairly good idea as to how much we make, of course, but they mostly use fear to keep us in line. Men like Phil and Cliff take care of that. The big shots set a weekly quota at times, but even that is usually lower than my actual take."
"How long do you think it will take for me to pay what I owe you, Nadine?"
"It shouldn't take all that long," Nadine said. "Just be patient and if you still don't like the business within the next few weeks, I'll let you go back home with my blessing. Right now, though, I have some news you should like. We have a date this evening for dinner, dancing, the works."
"No sex?"
"Oh, there will be that kind of fun after a night out on the town, of course, but these two fellows aren't just ordinary clients, Sandy. They're very rich, they're from out of town and we'll be able to gouge some extra money out of them without much trouble."
Sandy sighed. There was no use trying to reason with Nadine. She would just have to bide her time, hoping a miracle would happen to change her sister's greed for money-and in the meantime she would just drift along and satisfy her own greed for sex.