Chapter 6
When Wally got back to his sister Valerie, he was eager to tell her about the fantastic time that he had had with the Baroness.
"Oh Val," he exclaimed, "she is the most beautiful woman. Really fantastic."
"Instantly, Val flashed green with envy.
"Well that's nice," she said, "tell me all about it little brother."
She sat there cozily on the sofa, sipping a martini as she listened to him tell about his encounter with the Baroness.
"Well I'll tell you," he said, "she wants me to live with her, Isn't that wonderful?"
Stunned, shocked and hurt, Valerie said with a quivering blithe, "yes, I'm happy for you both."
"Of course I don't give a damn about her," he told her, "but I can give her some good fucks. And she will give me what I want."
"Well, that's good for you, dear," she said, "I'm happy."
"No you're not," he said, placing his hand gently on her shoulder, "you care about me Sis, don't you?"
"I care about you an awful lot," she said, "much too much, baby."
"Darling," she said, "I don't know what's going to happen to me."
"Did you make anybody you liked?" he asked her, wondering what her date was like.
"Yes," she said, "Gus is good for all of the cash he had. And he likes me. He said that he wanted to put me up in an apartment."
"We've got this apartment here," Wally said, wondering exactly what she had in mind.
"We don't need it," she said, "not if you're going to be off with the Baroness. Why should I maintain this place?"
"I guess you're right," he told her.
"Of course I'm right," she said evenly, "it's ridiculous and absurd to carry on about the Baroness like this. It really is, dear. You've got what you want. So have I."
He looked into her eyes, and read the hurt and sorrow that she felt.
"Honey," he said, "I'll fuck the Baroness, but I'll love you."
She threw her arms around him, sobbing.
"Oh Wally," she said softly, "it's the same with me. I may have sex with Gus. But my heart belongs to you."
"We've got to do something about us," he said, "we've got to arrange it so we can get together every week."
"Super," she said, "that's the way I like to hear you talk little brother. How would it be if we got together on Wednesdays?"
"Why do you suggest Wednesdays?" he asked her.
"Because dear," she said, "Wednesday would be a perfect day. On weekends, Gus wants the action. If I were to be away on a Wednesday evening, I could always say I was visiting a girlfriend."
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"Yeah," he smiled, "and I could tell the Baroness I was out with a buddy."
"Beautiful," Valerie said, "we've got it made, baby. But right now honey, I'm so eager to give you some good sex."
"What would you like to do?" he asked her.
"I would love bathing you, baby," she said, "let's get in the tub together. Did you ever tub fuck?"
"Nobody ever tub fucked with me," he said, "but if you want to let's do it."
It didn't take Valerie long, to get into the bathroom and start the tub water flowing. She removed her clothes, and then dramatically looked at her younger brother.
"Well, hurry up. Get your clothes off."
He began undressing, and she got a big charge watching him.
"I don't know why it is," Valerie said, "but I always get such a charge out of watching you strip. It doesn't make sense, but I do."
"I guess it's because you care for me," he said.
"You're so right," she said, "I love you."
As he pulled off his shorts, they embraced.
"Sweetheart," she said, "Hove you so much."
They got in the tub together, and she began massaging his balls. As she did this, she also gingerly played with his penis.
"Oh that feels good," he told her, "yes, I like that. Keep it up honey."
She continued playing with him, and he became more and more excited as she did so.
"I like it when you tug on my nuts," he told her.
"Do you really love?" she smiled at him.
"Bet your ass I do," he told her.
He decided that he would give her some action too. Reaching over to her, he slid his finger into her mound. She responded, by gripping his finger with her vagina muscles.
"Ohhh keep that up," he told her, "that's what I like. Come on baby, do it."
The two of them were applying each other with plenty of pressure.
"Come on, baby," he told her, "that's what I want. Keep doing that."
He continued pumping his finger into her vagina,' and she continued massaging his balls. The excitement was building every second. Now she was stroking his long penis.
"Ohhh WOW!" he panted, as he felt her pulling up and down on the water.
"Now I'm going to slide over on your penis," she said, "and we'll have a water fuck."
The whole idea appealed to him enormously. He could hardly wait for her to slip down over him.
'That's it baby," she panted, "that's the way I like it."
She was moving over now, and he was becoming more and more excited.
"Ohhh yes," he gasped eagerly, "keep that up. Come on baby, do it."
The excitement built every second.
"Ohhh WOW!" she panted, "Yesss, baby. That's what I like."
He was thrusting it into her, but he realized it was a bit difficult.
"How do you like a bathtub fuck?" she asked him.
"Well it's a lot of fun," he admitted, "but baby, I think it is a little difficult."
"It is," she admitted, "now baby, let's get out and do it on the bed."
He was eager for this, and didn't hesitate.
They dried off, and went into her bedroom. Pulling back the white sheets, she looked at him.
"Why is it I get a bigger charge out of you than any man I've ever loved?" she said, stroking his shoulder.
Turning around a warm glow flashed across his face as he looked into her eyes.
'That remains a mystery," he said, T can't answer that."
Mystery or not, he was delighted and eager to please her.
"Sweetheart," she smiled at him, "you don't know how much I care for you."
His words found a ready response within his penis. It flipped up, to an erect state.
"Grab it," she said, "and play with it."
He began pumping on it, and the pleasure built.
"Ohhh I love that," he told her, "yesss, honey. Play with it."
Her fingers working feverishly on his penis as well as his balls, pleased him tremendously.
"Now baby," she said, "I'm going to do something you're going to dig."
"What honey?" he smiled.
"I want you to slip that cock of yours between my breasts. And I'll give it a breast massage."
"Sure honey," Wally smiled at his sister.
Valerie lay on her back on the bed. He straddled her, and slid his huge cock between her firm ripe breasts.
"Ohhh that's so good to get that nice hard cock of yours between these bosoms, baby," she told him.
Now he was really enjoying himself and so was she.
"I like to look at the head of it," she told him, "it looks like it's about ready to juice."
A drop of crystal cum was at the surface of his penis head. She was eager, to lick it off.
"You know you're better at sex than she is," he said, "and you're no Baroness."
"I'm better than the Baroness," Valerie teased.
She was giving his cock a vigorous breast massage, and he loved it.
"Oh baby," he told her, "I can't take much of that. You've got me so hot now, that you better grab me."
He knew that it was time to give her some action.
"Come on baby," he told her, "let's get cracking."
Immediately, the pleasure was building.
"Come on, baby," he told her, "that's what I like."
She was pulling his penis to her mouth. She was becoming more and more excited every second.
"Beautiful, baby," he told her, "that's what I like. Come on baby, do it."
He was sliding it into her mouth, and watching her lips clasp him. She loved gripping his asscheeks and playing with them. She had a way of massaging his behind, that really appealed to him. She would squeeze it and grip it tightly.
"Ohhh yes," he told her, "that's what I like. Keep doing that."
She continued giving him the excitement he loved.
"Sweetheart," he told her, "I'm going to stab that cock down your throat."
Wally kept his word too. Grabbing her head, he angled it so he could drive his cock way down her throat.
"Ohhh WOW!" he panted, "I love that, baby. Now we're doing it. Yesss, baby, that's the way to do it."
The pleasure was building and building.
"Ohhh yes, baby," he exclaimed, "ohhh yes keep that going."
She was giving him exactly what he needed. And as he rammed it harder and harder, the pleasure built to the breaking point.
"Ohhh baby," he told her, "that's what I wanted. Come on baby, fuck me. Give it to me."
The head of his shaft slid down her throat smoothly. She loved having her mouth, and her throat invaded by his penis. She thrilled to the feel of his balls on her chin. She delighted in the aroma of his loins.
"Eat it," he panted, "yes. baby, eat that big cock. Ohhh you're going to love these balls when they shoot. That's it, baby. Ohhh yes. Come on baby, give it to me."
The pleasure was building now to a point where he could hardly stand it.
"Ohhh, sweetheart," he smiled, "give it to me. Gobble my juice."
Try as he would he couldn't hold back much longer. The juice exploded in her mouth and she gulped. , 'That's it, Sis," he gasped, as he stabbed it savagely down Valerie's throat, "give it the hundred percent gulp."
He enjoyed this as he never had enjoyed anything.
"Ohhh baby," he told her, "this is so much fun."
There was no doubt in his mind about what a wonderful time he was having with her. When he finished shooting, he pulled away.
"Ohhh baby," she said, "I hate to .think of the Baroness getting all of this cock. You've got such a good one."
"Don't worry about it," he laughed, "you're going to get your quota every Wednesday."
"Well I do hope so, baby," she told him, "you know how much I like you."
"Of course I do," he told her.
She looked at him, as he got off her. He went over to the window, and looked out. As he saw the beautiful lake view, he felt sad.
"Now that guy that you're going with, Gus, will he give you all the money you need for a nice apartment?" he demanded.
"Gus is generous," she said, "as long as he's getting what he wants."
"Plenty of fucking," he chuckled.
"And blow jobs," she admitted.
"Is it worth it to you?" he asked her.
"It will have to be," she said, "I can't go on running from one man to the other. I've needed someone like this for a long, long time."
"Beautiful," he said, 'Tm happy for you. And I'm sure I will be happy with the Baroness."
He wasn't quite so sure of these words, on the following day when he visited the Baroness again at her suite.
"Well, well, Walter," she said, 'Tm so glad that you've come back and considered my offer."
"I not only considered it," he said, "I accept It."
"Good for you, darling," she said', "you'll never regret it. As a matter-of-fact, it's probably the wisest move you ever made."
"I think so," he assured her.
"Honey," she smiled, "there's one kind of sex I really enjoy. I haven't mentioned it to you, because I didn't want to tell you every stinky habit I have or you might have refused me."
"No, baby," he told her, "I would never refuse you. What is it that you really dig?"
"Well if you must know, darling," she said, "I like it when a guy takes his belt off and lashes over my bare ass."
"You're a sadist," he said.
"Have you had it with masochistic women before?" she smiled.
They went into the bedroom, and she proceeded to, strip. She picked up the phone, and called to her maid in the kitchen.
"You can take a couple of hours off dear," she told her, "I'm having a conference. And I don't want to be disturbed."
When she had given the maid some time off, she waited to hear the door close. She wanted to be sure that she was gone, before she started her little game.
"Now sweetheart," she told him, "let's you and me have a real good time. Okay?"
"Yes," he said, "that's okay with me."
The whole idea appealed to them both. They were eager to have a good time, and they were sure they knew just how to have one.
"Sweetheart," she smiled, "I want to tell you something."
"What, baby?" he asked her. . "Just this," she said, "I want you to lash me hard. Real hard."
"I don't know whether I dig this," he said.
She threw such a tantrum, he could hardly believe it.
"Well damn you," she snapped indignantly, "I am the one who has to be pleased. You are the body I'm purchasing. And don't you ever forget it. When I say jump, you jump. Do you understand that?"
Momentarily, he was so busy looking at her bulging breasts, that he wasn't paying any attention to what she was saying.
"Take that bra off," he instructed her, "and let me get a good look at you. All right?"
"Of course," she said, "I'll be happy to."
She slid off her clothes smoothly, and when her panties and bra were removed she stood there in all of her naked splendor.
"Oh boy but you're gorgeous," he said, "you really are."
"Don't waste time talking," she said, "get that belt ready."
He pulled out his belt, and as he stood there naked she gave him instructions.
"Now, baby," she said, "just see if your cock doesn't get hard when you lash me."
It was a strange experience for young Wally. He had read about such unusual pleasures, but he had never thought that he would ever involve himself in one. Yet, as he did this he discovered that he did enjoy it.
"Ohhh that feels so good," she told him, T just love that. Yesss baby, keep that up. That's the way I like it. Ohhh yes, honey. Keep it going."
The pleasure was building every second now.
"Rapidly," she panted, "yesss, baby. That's wild. Come on baby, that's what I want."
The sensations that were being generated in her body at this point were almost more than she could stand.
"Ohhh honey," he told her, "that is wild. Come on baby, do it. Come on that's the way I like it. Yesss, baby. That's beautiful. Ohhh, ahhh, yesss faster."
She was going out of her mind, with pleasure. She was wiggling about the bed, clutching at the sheets and crying for more.
"Lash me," she cried, "ohhh honey, lash me. Yes, baby, that's the thing to do. Love me. Ohhh, ahhh, do it!"
She was having so much fun, that it was disturbing him. Suddenly, he knew from the way that she was wiggling on the bed that she was juicing.
"Ohhh you're coming," he cried angrily, "and I wanted to stick my tongue in there." He got on the bed, and turned her over swiftly.
He parted her legs, got his face down there and began licking. Plunging his tongue in there he licked vigorously.
"Ohhh that's beautiful," he panted excitedly, "ohhh baby, that is beautiful."
He went in there, and got all he could. But a lot of it had run down her leg.
"Baby," she said quietly, "I got something I gotta tell you."
"What?" he asked her.
"I do everything," she said, "for a price."
But you're a Baroness," he exclaimed.
"I'm really not a Baroness at all," she said, "but I came to Chicago, and planted the story."
"You mean that was all a pack of lies in the paper?" he demanded.
"Well sure honey," she said, "but it was a very good lure. I used a press agent, and he planted it."
"Why that's the most disgusting thing I've ever heard," he told her, "what you are telling me in effect, is that the whole thing is a fraud."
"I'm afraid it is," she admitted.
"And you were trying to hook some rich guy," he said, "I can see it all now."
"You have twenty, twenty vision," she laughed.
"Ohhh," he said, "and the name Baroness Van Horn, isn't yours."
"That was another invention of the press agent," she said, "I'm sorry, baby."
"So am I," he told her.
"Well honey, you're not as bad off as I am," she explained. t
"Well what do you mean?" he demanded.
"I don't have any money," she said, "could you help me out?"
"Help you out?" he shrieked, "you were going to get me that car."
"Cars honey," she remembered, "you were very greedy. You wanted a Cad, a Mach 4, and a Rolls Royce."
She was laughing now, as she lay there on the bed rolling back and forth. He was furious.
"Damn you," he said, "you sure can't trust women. They lie through their teeth."
"Do I?" she smiled at him.
"You sure do," he told her, "you're awful."
"No I'm not," she said, "I don't really think I am. I'm just a fortune hunter."
"Well so am I," he said angrily, "ohhh you make me angry. When I think of it, it really burns the hell out of me."
"Look, honey," she said nervously, "you really are something. I don't appreciate for one minute, what you have done."
The two of them were glaring at each other.
"Well as long as your not worth any money," he told her angrily, "I might as well admit to you I'm no reporter."
"What?" she said, "you don't even have a regular job. Oh I was counting on that."
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Well I don't have any place to go," she explained, "what's going to become of me?"
"Well that's a good question," he said, "and I don't have the answer."
"Ohhh, baby," she said whimpering, "you make me feel ill."
"Look," he told her, "you've got yourself into this predicament. Now baby, it's your problem."
Wally got to his feet. He paced the floor. He turned around and looked at her.
"Now baby," she said, "I should really be burned up. You are furious because I was a fortune hunter, but that's exactly what you were."
"Yes," he said, "I guess you're right."
"What about this hotel?" he demanded, "how are you going to pay the bill?"
"That, is a problem, I'll admit. I think the best thing for me to do, is to escape."
"Well I was wearing dark glasses and a wig when I came here," she explained. "I can exit, without my dark glasses and wig and they'll never recognize me. If you could carry my luggage out, while my maid is gone, then I will be safe."
"You are a witch," he told her.
"You mean bitch don't you, baby?" she smiled smugly.
"Well something like that," he told her.
"Well I just got tired of working those houses in Nevada," she said. "I thought I would go in for big time. I saved a little money, as much as the madam would let me save, and I decided to come to Chicago. I thought there would be some rich people here, who might fall for my story of being a Baroness. I put in there that I had money that I didn't know what to do with, and I was considering various charities."
"You're a riot," he said, "I came to you pretending I was a reporter."
"Are you a liar?" the would-be Baroness demanded.
"What the hell do you think you are?" he demanded.
"An actress," she laughed.
"You're a fraud," he told her angrily, "you couldn't buy me a kiddy car."
"Look, baby," she said, "I don't appreciate those cracks. You're a fortune hunter. You know they have names for men like you."
"Speaking of names sweetheart," he smiled, "they have names for a woman like you. Do they call you slut, whore, or just what, in Nevada?"
"We have respect there," she said, "and I don't appreciate your attitude one bit."
"Well I don't appreciate yours either," he said, "and those great big silicone boobs are too much. Now I can tell you what I really think of them."
She grasped her bosoms, and glared at him.
"What do you mean to insult me like this?" she demanded.
"I just said I think they're too big," he said.
He got to his feet, and was furious.
"Well I might as well give you a wrap up fuck," he told her.
What do you mean a wrap-up fuck?" she demanded.
"Well a finish," he said, "cause I can't afford to come back to you."
"You really are terribly cheap," she said. "I've never found a man who wanted to live off a woman's money who was worth anything."
"And I've bet you've done a lot of hunting in your time haven't you, baby?" he said, "get your ass over on the bed and give me a good fuck. Spread your legs. I'm going to be on top and give it to you the way I want too."
She didn't like his rough way of dealing with her. But at this point, she didn't feel as if she was in the driver's seat.
"Ohhh baby," he said, "do you look gorgeous. I can say one thing, you make a good whore. A lot better whore than the Baroness."
"Well I like that," she said, "I know that already. I have plenty of business and don't think I don't."
"All right, baby," he told her, "just spread a little farther. That's it. I want you to throw your legs up in the air, and wrap them around me."
He thrust into her, and she loved the feel of the gigantic cock as it slid in smoothly. Her vagina muscles gripped it, and then he rammed it in regular thrusts.
"Fuck me," he told her, "that's beautiful, baby. Fuck it. That's the way I like it. Come on baby, fuck."
The pleasure was mounting now.
"Ohhh yes," he told her, "I like that. That's what I want you to do. Come on baby, do it."
The excitement was almost more than she could stand. Her legs flipped up around his waist, and then she reached for his asscheeks and began massaging him.
"Ohhh baby," she panted, "it would be easy to love you. I enjoy your sperm. It's so much fun to eat your cock."
"Come on, baby," he told her, "put some feeling into it."
At this point, they were enjoying it so much they could hardly stand it.
"Ohhh fuck, baby," he told her, "that's what I want. Come on baby, do it. Faster, baby. Come on, fuck. Fuck, baby."
As he rolled his cock into her, he became more and more stimulated.
"Yesss, baby," he panted eagerly, "that's what I want. Now you're doing it. Ohhh baby, twist those hips."
She was twisting around, as he smiled at her bosoms.
"You like those big boobs don't you?" she grinned.
"They're not bad," he assured her.
The pleasure was building. Every second, it became more and more stimulating for her.
"Ohhh honey," she said, "we would make an unbeatable team. We could work weekends."
"What do you mean work weekends?" he asked her.
"Just this," she explained, "we could accept dates and work a family circuit. There are many women, who become bored with their men. They want some adventure from another man. Yet, they don't want to step out. So the husband and wife ask for group love."
"Is there much money in that?" he asked her. "Of course there is sweetheart," she said, "lots of fun."
"Well," Wally said finally, "I don't think I would dig that scene."
"Why not?" she asked.
"I'm just not sure I would care for it at all," he said.
He wanted to get away from her any way he could and get back to his sister. He didn't want her to rent the apartment. He wanted her to go on with it for a while.
"I'm sorry, baby, I gotta go now," he finally said abruptly.
It didn't take him long to dress and get out of there. When he got home, he was surprised to see his sister there too.
"I thought you had a date?" he told her.
"Yeah," she said, T did have. But, baby, it didn't work out."
"What happened?" he demanded.
"Well when Gus took me to the place that he wanted me to stay at," she said, "I told him the deal was off. It was a dirty little dump, on the other side of town."
"How awful," he said.
"That's what I told him," she said disgustedly.
"Val," he said, "I have some bad news about the Baroness."
"What do you mean?" he asked her.
"Simply this," he told her, "she is no baroness. She's a fraud."
"A fraud?" she said, "oh no. That makes me ill. I thought we were going to have some money."
"So did I," he said.
"This is just about as disgusting as the scene can get," she said, "I go out with Gus thinking I'm going to make some money and then he drives me to a dirty dump. I'm living high on the hog now, and I'm not descending to the level that he wants me too. You can bet your sweet ass I won't."
"Well this bitchin' baroness," he said, "Isn't any Baroness at all. She runs around, trying to trap rich men by planting stories in papers about her wealthy background."
And you fell for it," Valerie laughed.
"It's not funny," he told her.
"I'm sorry, baby," he said, "but I can see the humorous side of it."
"Well I can't," she said abruptly.
Then they began arguing.
"I should have stayed home," he told her bluntly, "maybe life at home was dull, and boresome. But at least I didn't have to put up with all of these phonies."
"Oh you just get easily discouraged," she insisted, "you've got the wrong attitude."
"Have I?" he demanded, "well I'm sick and tired of these bitches. I mean it."
"Oh I know you are," she said, "and I don't blame you. But remember, there are people who have money who will pay for sex. Those are the people that we're aiming for. Can't you understand?"
"Yes," he said, "I can understand. But look baby, we've got to play it cool."
"Forget it," he said. "I'm tired of catering to these women. They want to lick this, lick that, nibble this, nibble that. It's sickening."
"Well what do you think I've put up with the men I have to make it with?" she demanded. "They want you to eat their asses out, lick their balls. Pat their buttocks, I get sick of it."
"Maybe you should get a job and go to work," he suggested.
"Well that's worse," Valerie said, "at least my hours are my own. And I'm used to a pretty ritzy lifestyle. If I had to live at the level of a poor secretary or file clerk, I couldn't take it. I'd wind up in one of those dumps like Gus wanted to stash me away in."
"I'll bet you gave him the devil when he showed you that little dump," he laughed.
"It's not funny," she snapped.
"Why Valerie," he reminded her, "you said that we have to have a sense of humor about things. Things like this. Where's your sense of humor honey?"
"Sadly lacking at his point," she admitted tersely.
He continued talking to her, and as he spoke he was becoming more and more intensely disgusted.
"Baby," she smiled at him, "I want to tell you something. You're a love. But don't be deceived. These horrible women, who pull these things are not in predominance. There are plenty of gorgeous chicks, and older women who look great who will pay you plenty to ball them. Now honey, why don't we go to a bar and have a drink?"
"Do you want me to go out with you so you can pick up another man?" he asked evenly.
"Now sweetheart," Valerie smiled, "would I use you as a decoy?"
"Sure you would if you thought you could get by with it," he told her.
"Baby doll," she teased, "you are just being difficult."
"No I'm not," he snapped angrily, "I'm being realistic. And, you better wise up too."
As they spoke together, she became more and more aware of his distrust of the entire situation.
"Honey," he told her, "can't you see I'm just not interested in this life anymore. I want to go out and earn a living."
"There's always someone else around the next corner I've always said," she countered quickly. "You can't be so easily discouraged. When I came to Chicago, I had nothing. No clothes, no car, no swanky apartment. Now I've got it made. I've got beautiful clothes, a fabulous car and a gorgeous apartment. And I'm not going to let go this easily. You've got to fight for what you want. Let's go out to the bar tonight, together. If you can find yourself a rich woman, beautiful. And if I can find myself a good man, great."
"You're asking me to reduce myself to the level of a common whore," he said, "and a male whore doesn't have much status in this world, does he?"
"Why are you worried about things in this wicked world," she laughed, "the world is just peopled by a lot of phonies. Don't worry about them."
"Not everybody is a phony," he said, "Mom and Dad aren't."
"Oh yes they are," she said, "they are covering their ignorance with a religious mask. They have no idea of what they really believe. They want salvation. And they're getting it. They're getting it with a pack of lies that they don't dare to examine closely. For if they ever looked closely at what they believe, they would discover that they believe wrong things."
"I don't understand," he said.
"Baby," she explained, "let me tell you something. You have a lot to learn. A tremendous amount to learn."
"Do you care to go or not?" Valerie said, primping as she got ready to go to the bar.
"All right I'll join you," he agreed reluctantly, "well, I think I'm making a big mistake."
"No you're not, darling," she smiled, "you're going to have a ball. And I am too. Let's play it cool, and make a good living at sex. We're going to sell it, honey, and clean up. Can't you understand?"
"No," he said, "I can't."
He was puzzled, about what to do.
"Honey," she said, "do you want to give up all that we've got going for us and go back to the sticks?"
He thought about it a long time, and his desires ran one way, while his reality sense countered his desire.
"Let me think it over," he told her, "I can't make up my mind."