Chapter 2
It was seven o'clock and Kathy Eaton was pacing the sidewalk in front of the building where she lived. Linda was a bit late. It wasn't that Kathy was eager to go to the party tonight, but wanted to go there just to get over her fright and see what kind of men she would be dealing with. Maybe it would not be all that bad.
She had rushed so fast that not only didn't she eat supper, but she hadn't even had a chance to get a cup of coffee. Kathy was about to take the last cigarette from her almost empty pack of Virginia Slims, when a horn honked.
She turned her head. A car was turning into the street her building fronted on. The car was a big, solid looking red Cadillac with lots of shiny chrome. Linda brought it skillfully to a stop next to the curb, where Kathy stood.
With her mouth open, Kathy asked, "Where on earth did you get a car like that?"
Linda blew on the big red garnet she wore in an immitation gold setting and rubbed the ring on her sweater. "Working girls get to make money and money makes one secure enough to afford the better things."
Breaking into laughter, Linda threw open the door. "Get in, honey. We've got places to go and things to do."
Kathy got in. The car throbbed with power and the look of lots of money. "What did this cost you?"
"Ten thousand dollars. Part, I paid cash, the rest is paid on time. By the time I'm finished paying for this beauty she'll have cost me better than twelve grand. That's better than a hundred and fifty nights like this one."
Kathy suddenly saw the advantage of a steady check. She was a lot less reluctant to go to the party, after seeing the Caddy, than before she had seen it. Just the thought of not having any more bill worries made the muscles all over her body relax.
Kathy looked down at herself. The light pink of her sweater contrasted well with the light orange of her tight slacks. Her slacks were so tight that men could see the outline of her panties. Her heart throbbed and her cunt seethed with certain knowledge that tonight she would go and do sinful things with men she did not even know. It was something Kathy didn't want to do. Yet, with another part of her mind she felt excitement, the sense of challenge that the forbidden and the unknown hold for a woman.
She trembled at the hugeness of the step she was taking. The tension showed in her face. Linda looked at her a few times, then paid attention to her driving. She had seen it before in women she had known. It would pass, as did most other fears.
Kathy looked at Linda as soon as she turned her eyes back to the road. Linda was striking to look at. But that was only at first. As one looked at Linda her beauty faded. It was not the kind of beauty that stood up to long inspection. Her lips were a bit too thick and her nose a bit too wide. But, her rounded face held a certain amount of smooth-skinned liveliness. Her eyes were alive and jumping, her Afro was a lustrous black and carefully cut, so that it achieved severe-angled shapes.
Her breast were bigger than Kathy's. She wore a low cut, V-necked sweater that allowed the jiggling globes of her silky brown breasts to well up and swell out over the edge of the opening the V-neck created.
Her thighs were good, but not as good as Kathy's, and her ass did not begin to compare to Kathy's. Looking at her, Kathy felt confident that she would receive a far better reception. That gave her hope that she could keep this job. Kathy would certainly be glad when the evening was over and that seventy-five dollars was in her hands.
"I'm going to take the Old Bayou Road to the hotel," Linda announced. "That'll cut our trip by fifteen minutes. Want to stop someplace for a coffee?"
"Yes, thank you."
They did stop at a place a bit farther on. Linda waited while Kathy ran inside, ordered a coffee, black, with two sugars, no creams, and ran back out. She poured in the sugar, stirred, and drank as they drove.
"Boy, that feels good," Kathy said.
"You nervous, honey?"
"Telling you I'm not would be a lie. I'm scared as hell."
"Who wouldn't be, their first time? Tell you what, look in the glove compartment. There's a small plastic cylinder with white pills inside. Open the glove compartment and take a look."
Linda did and found them. There was a prescription on the plastic cylinder. It was from a legitimate doctor and drugstore.
"The name on it says Miltown," Kathy told her. "What are those?" She looked again at the tablets, which looked a bit larger and thicker than ordinary aspirin tablets.
"They're tranquilizers, honey," Linda answered. "I use them sometimes when I'm nervous. I also give them to new girls. It's to relax you. They're safe. They've been used for years."
"Are they like Valium?"
"In a way. But these are much stronger and safer. Valium are five milligrams, these are four hundred milligrams."
"Isn't that a lot?"
"No. A thousand milligrams equals one gram. Sometimes though, a very small amount can hurt you, but not in this case. Break one of those pills in half and take two hundred milligrams. This is not only stronger than Valium, but it works twice as long."
Kathy did as she had been told and drank the half a Miltown down with her coffe, and put the rest in the glove compartment and shut it. Kathy was hopeful this would relax her and make her feel better.
Ten minutes later they arrived at the hotel, a twenty story affair of white and pink concrete, with a pink concrete canopy out front and bright yellow lights set into the underside. There was a doorman out front in a long blue coat and a hat of the same material.
Linda stopped when she reached him. He leaned down and looked into the car. His eyes swept hungrily first over Kathy, then toward Linda. His face brightened in recognition as he saw Linda.
"Hello," he said with a broad, toothy smile. "Who are you here to see this time?"
"We're being invited to a party being given by a Mister Hank Jenner. That's up in Room 1603."
"Right, right. I've been told to expect you. Just take it around the circle here, then park in the underground garage."
"Thanks," she said, and drove off. Kathy looked back. The doorman was standing in the wake of the Cadillac's smoke, smiling. He was probably thinking to himself about the good time the men up in Mr. Jenner's suite were going to have, Kathy thought. And she knew just what would be playing through his mind. He was wishing that he was up there. Kathy bet herself that if no one had been around he would have dropped his hand and begun playing with himself right then and there.
They came in, along the wide center space, and hotel, then turned right and went down a two lane asphalt ramp going down into an underground garage.
They went in, along the wide center space, and parked in a spot to their left. The garage was dim, filled with shadows, the stains of oil on the asphalt floor, soot on the roof, the smell of gasoline and oil fumes. There were sounds of other cars; some being parked and others just starting up.
They got out and locked up, then walked down the wide center lane, stepping briefly to the side as a car came by. The two men in it looked at them and the driver whistled. Both women automatically smiled. Kathy smiled because of the compliment and Linda smiled in professional response without even thinking twice about doing so.
They headed for the doorway on the right that led into the lobby and toward the elevators. "When does this pill start to work?" Kathy asked in a voice full of concern.
"About an hour after you take it, honey. It's been around fifteen minutes or so. You have about three-quarters of an hour to go. It should start when the party is just about moving into high gear. You may be a bit drowsy, but that'll help you do what you just might have to do."
"I hope so." Kathy felt her stomach begin to tighten in fear. The hunger that had been gnawing at her was now almost gone. They opened the door from the garage into a long, pleasant, well-lit, carpeted lobby and stepped into it.
Almost as soon as the door fell shut the new atmosphere took over. It was the atmosphere of money, good living, power. Kathy felt surrounded, inundated by the atmosphere, almost intimidated. She felt a bit out of place here, though, to look at her, one would imagine Kathy Eaton belonged here.
They headed out into the lobby and got the elevator to the sixteenth floor. The sounds of contented laughter, the pleasant music in the elevator, the cool, filtered air of the hotel, and the swift, stomach-lifting ride, all made her want to explode into nervous laughter. But Kathy said nothing. The elevator came to a swift halt, causing her stomach to feel as if it were traveling down to her ankles and then the doors opened. She and Linda got out, Linda leading the way.
Looking back over her shoulder, her hips moving in a mean pendulum-swaying gait, Linda said, "Be prepared to smile, mix, and be as friendly a bitch as you can. That seventy-five bucks has to be earned."
Kathy nodded dumbly, hardly even able to speak, feeling her throat closing up on her. Each step made her feet seem like lead boots. She read the numbers on the doors, knowing her destiny was coming closer and closer.
Finally, they stopped at 1603. "This is it," Linda said to her in an excited voice, as Linda licked her lips to make them wet and sexier looking. Kathy did the same, almost unconsciously. Then Linda knocked.
The door opened almost immediately. There was a wave of laughter, cigar and cigarette smoke, the smell of beer, cold cuts, and whiskey, which hit them. This was followed by the roar of voices, turning, smiling faces, glinting teeth and eyes, flashing pink tongues. There were about a dozen men and two others girls. The girls were obviously party girls from somewhere else. They had been called because Linda and Kathy were not enough. Kathy had an idea that this was going to be a hot night.
They came into the room as five or six men surged forward to meet them; laughing and smiling as they did, pointing, slapping each other on the back, commenting about this girl or that, some of them cupping hands in front of upper chests to indicate good tits. The men were in their forties to sixties. Their eyes said sex, sex, and more sex.
Their host came over. He immediately craned his neck forward and kissed each girl on the lips. Kathy barely responded, still being a bit shocked by all these sensations and the suddenness of the thing. She hardly had time to catch her breath.
But Kathy did recover, did smile, did not cringe as men surged around them, and she felt hard hands pat her ass, some hands pinch and a hand or two fondle a resilient tit. She felt some burns from the pinching, but kept smiling.
"I'm Hank Jenner," the smiling, gray-haired, brown-faced host said.
He began to introduce various men. They were all smiling, brown-haired heads, gray-haired heads, and white-haired heads. She caught different names; Reitz, Rogvin, Ronnie Fillippo.
"We've got to get you girls a drink, come on." He led them over to a buffet table filled with cold cuts, potato salad, cole slaw, beers, bottles of Johnny Walker Red, Canadian Club, Cutty Sark, Seagram's 7, and a host of other names that passed before her eyes before she could even read them. The men followed, patting, pinching, grabbing. Linda kept laughing, her voice a tinging peal above the battle of the crowd. Kathy followed her example, put false gaiety into her voice, and followed along.
Linda cast her a sharp glance, during which she wasn't smiling. As the smile slowly climbed back across her face, she said, "See how easy it is."
Kathy smiled, but did not answer. She didn't think it was that easy.
At the table Jenner quickly got them two brimming glasses of Scotch on the rocks and toasted them. They drank up. Kathy smiled. This was good. The whiskey would make it easier. She should have taken some whiskey before leaving the house. But then she remembered she had no whiskey. There wasn't even enough money for that. Oh, well, after tonight there would be. The thought of that seventy-five dollars made everything so very easy.
On the other side of the table were the other two party girls. One was a short, well built girl, round in all the right places. The second girl was tall, willowy, but with a giant set of boobs that would keep her much in demand. They smiled at each other as they drank up. Behind the smiles, eyes professionally cataloged what the other girls had and estimated what kind of competition they might be in the future.
With a smile, Linda introduced Kathy to the girls, then each girl to Kathy, beginning with the tall willowy one. "This lady here is Margaret Drummond. I've attend parties with her before." Beneath the sugary words was venomous hate. Even Kathy could see that the first time.
"And this girl here," Linda said, nodding toward the stocky woman, "is Sue Babcock." Again, as with Margaret Drummond, there were nods, and weak smiles, hiding who knew what.
What else surprised Kathy was that both the women and the men were using first and last names. This was not quite the hooker operation she thought it would be.
No sooner had the girls gotten their drinks, than music was put on a record player and some of the men wanted to dance. So Kathy did. And the others did too, while men stood on the sidelines, shouting and clapping, red-faced.
Kathy was dancing with the man named Reitz. He had a harsh pig-face and she did not like him. But, for the sake of the money, she was doing what she had to and was doing it well.
None of the men danced very well, but they were doing this more out of the spirit of the thing and the sheer pleasure of being alone with sexy, black woman, than for any other reason.
The throb of the music was getting to Kathy. She began to swing her hips and let her tits fly. She smiled as the men began to applaud and voice their approval. She didn't like what she was being forced to do, but was certainly enjoying their approval and the fact that her first time at bat was coming off so successfully.
She added emphasis to every grind of her ass and each swing of her tits. Some of the men ran forward to grab a chunk of ass. It surprised her at first, but when the other men laughed, so did she; throwing back her head; dancing more wildly; exposing her neck; making the false glee flow fully.
Another man cut in on Reitz. This was Rogvin, to whom she had already been introduced. Kathy could see that she was the most popular woman there. That made her smile and wonder why she hadn't started in this line a long time ago. It would have earned her loads of money and ended job problems. If not for the sex, she thought, this would be the perfect line of work.
Rogvin proved to be a better dancer and a nicer man. She did a lot more smiling at him then she had done at Reitz. Rogvin was the kind of man you didn't really have to try to be happy with.
They were doing the bump now, and Rogvin really threw his hips into her. Kathy looked around and saw the other girls trying to ape her. Linda was smiling her way, showing approval of how Kathy was handling herself. Kathy wondered how much jealously was underneath that. She decided she didn't want to do so well that Linda might feel threatened. After all, Linda was a dear friend, so she put a damper on her performance, but the party was really moving along now.
Ronnie Fillippo cut in. He was a swarthy looking man with snow white hair, a creased, friendly face, and had a thick western accent. They danced together awhile. He was a bit drunk and, right away, Kathy decided to hit off on him. After all, drunk, how much could a man his age do?
After a few minutes of dancing Fillippo asked her to sit down with him. She got fresh drinks and brought one over to him, taking one for herself.
The Miltown was beginning to work. It mixed well with the drink and made her head fly. They were both laughing. She found that the dancing, the drinks, and the Miltown were keeping her calm. She was even able to enjoy herself a bit.
"Do this kind of work often?" he asked.
"So-so," she answered, not wanting to seem a rookie in the line.
Kathy looked around and saw Linda sitting with Reitz. Margaret Drummond and Sue Babcock were talking to four men, with each taking over the conversation for about a minue before someone else took the lead.
There was another knock on the door. Hank Jenner went over to open it and in walked three more party girls. Kathy wanted to study them, when suddenly she felt two strong hands come down on her tits, followed by deep laughter.
She turned, surprised and a false smile painted across her lips as his hands held firmly onto each tit, and he began to palpitate them. His swarthy face had turned a darker shade of brown. His eyes were black glints in white seas of bloodshot jelly. She could see he had been sitting up too many nights and partying too long. Now, his hunger was really coming out.
"Let's see what you're made out of, little girl," he said in a gravelly voice, laughing loudly at the end of the statement. Her laughter joined his as she arched her back and pushed her chest forward.
His hands had not remain on her tits alone. One hand let go of her left breast and went down her body to grab for her cunt. Kathy was a bit shocked, but parted her thighs to let him get a good handful. "Oh, you're good girl. You're very good. Let's you and me go into one of the bedrooms, lock the door, and make some whoopie."
"Are you sure?" she asked, her head full of sudden thunder.
"I've never been so sure in all my life. I wouldn't forgive myself if I woke up in the morning with just a hangover and a hard-on and had passed up tasting the delights of a fine filly like yourself."
Kathy cursed herself. She thought she had picked herself a dodo, and now found she had a tiger by the tail. That old joke came back to her. "Just because there's snow on the roof, don't think there's no fire in the furnace in the cellar.
He let go of her and picked her up from the couch by the hand, waving at his friends as he and Kathy walked off in the direction of one of the bedrooms.
Kathy did not even look to see if Linda was watching her leave. The Miltown, the drinks, and all the excitement did not serve to still the fear now dancing around inside of her. The dizziness had suddenly gone and she was full of awareness as she entered the bedroom, and Fillippo shut and locked the door behind them.
He hit a wall switch and a ceiling chandelier came on. "Nice, isn't it?" He extended both arms to encompass the entire room. Kathy nodded.
"Why don't you take off that sweater and get comfortable?"
She bit her lip, then nodded. So what if he saw her with her tits hanging out. Maybe he was just full of booze and spirit and wouldn't be able to do a thing. The spirit might be willing, but the flesh might be unable. With a small smile, she took the sweater off in the wink of an eye.
The sight of her young, tender, appetizing tits, swinging free and naked before his eyes, did things for Fillippo. He came over to her took her in his arms, and began to nuzzle her melons. She stood there as he gasped and nuzzled and hissed. Kathy could smell his thick, hot breath. She could also feel his hard-on. Not only was the spirit willing, but the flesh was able.
She was going to get it. "How do you want this?" she asked with an amused smile.
"Blow me."
"Okey dokey."
Fillippo went over to the bed. He began undoing his pants and let them drop off. She saw that he was wearing white shorts. On them was stitched, in black, block lettering, just over the fly, "Take A Chance On Romance In Your Pants."
She had to laugh on seeing that. He smiled. That was the idea of the slogan, to get a laugh, and he had achieved his purpose. The slogan said it all. This mature man was more full of life than men half his age.
As she went to him, feeling less fear now and a bit of excitement, for she had never been with anyone over the age of sixty yet, Kathy saw him pull his pants down.
His cock emerged. It was a huge, swarthy-colored snake, about eight inches in length and more than two inches thick. His balls hung down below, large as duck eggs, in a dark-skinned ball sac, covered with thick clumps of kinky black hairs.
Kathy had not seen a cock like that before in her life and it made her mouth water. This would certainly be more than one mouthful. Somehow, she would have to take it in and service it. There was some fear in that, but Kathy was confident she could do the job and succeed. She shivered a bit, then smiled at him. Her entire body was trembling. She hadn't had a man in months. Maybe the hungers that had lain dormant were now coming to the surface, asking to be expressed and fulfilled.
That, the party, the strangeness of her new occupation, this amazing man she had not met before, the liquor, the tranquilizer, the hope for the future, all came together. Kathy Eaton was ready to give head and put her soul into it.
He grinned a big, obscene toothy grin her way and wiggled his cock with his right hand. "Do you like to French big ones with a lot of juice?"
She nodded up and down. "Well, do me and do a good job. Don't spill a drop." She nodded again, tears of joy, fear, and fulfillment mingling in her heart.
Fillippo went toward her. His movements were slow, deliberate; the sure moves and grace of the leopard on the hunt; knowing the game was his even before the kill had been made.
Kathy went toward him, her lips very soft, wet, open, trembling. Her tits were hot now, full, round, the nipples elongated, waiting for his fingers and even his brutal, knowing mouth. Her cunt throbbed. It was the throbbing of fear, but also the throbbing of lust. Lust suppressed. Lust that should not be there and yet was. She hardly knew him and he hardly knew her. He hadn't said too much and neither had Kathy.
He was no longer one of the guests at the party, just a thick, brutal, muscular animal. Not a handsome man; an ugly-handsome man. A man of more then three score years, with decades of sexual experience and promise under his belt. He was a tiger in human form, and now their bodies conversed in the language of human sexuality. His body said to hers, you will be mine and I will know you.
They stopped a second, chests heaving, his pants and shorts down below his knees, his suit jacket left outside, his shirt and tie on; the tie somewhat askew; his cock and balls exposed obscenely for her pleasure and his.
They were studying each other, deciding when to make the move; both their chests heaving up and down in pleasure and in passion, and perhaps a bit in fear. They he made his move and went to her.
Without a word his arms circled around her. He pressed her up against his chest, crushing her tits, mashing them down against his hot, muscular hardness, irritating the sensitive nipples even more; making them and her hotter and harder. His lips came down on hers, his face mashing her softness this way and that. She was speechless, almost breathless, powerless in his arms. She was his meat to do with as he pleased, and this was just the beginning.
Her arms went around him and she pulled Fillippo to her. She ran her fingers like talons across his back and felt the muscular strength of him underneath the skin, the animal power. He was so big and broad that her arms could barely go around him, but she tried nonetheless.
In return he squeezed her up against him, mashing her tits down ever more. Then he rubbed her against his chest. She felt her sensitive nipples like primed warheads, being irritated in up and down motions against the bulges and bumps of his chest.
She wanted to gasp, to say, "Oh Ronnie, oh Ronnie, please, no!" But her mouth was his to do with as he wanted. His lips were hard and muscular, like the man himself, rubbing and then grinding down against her mouth.
Then his tongue, a hard snake of muscular pink wetness, pushed out and down between his lips and hers, into the soft pit of her mouth. She was excited by this living probe, and squirmed up harder against him, then wiggled her tits against his chest as she sucked on his tongue.
Fillippo, not content to let things lie as they were, pushed his tongue deeper, and with it began to duel with Kathy's tongue. She fought him; an unwilling opponent who lost the match, as his tongue rammed hers back and then laved it, going over, under and around; touching the roof of her mouth, pushing under her tongue and withdrawing.
Their mouths and faces parted and their heads pulled back and away. But they stayed glued to each other; holding tight, arms running up and down backs and shoulder blades. Their gasping faces were inches from each other. Knowing smiles on their lips spoke of a secret knowledge one is born with and does not have to acquire, a talent older than the pyramids themselves.
Kathy no longer wondered about her sinning or thought much about what she had been forced into. There was the here and now. Things outside the room, the passing traffic on the street below, crickets in the park, chipmunks sitting in the trees, were as if they had never been and had no existence outside of the moment.
His strong hands let go of her back, then came around in front, where each hand grabbed a young, trembling tit and began to work them in a steady squeezing motion, as if he were working exercise spauldines.
Her reaction was a smile of surprise as the heat in her breasts radiated out through her chest into every fiber of her being. He played with her fleshy boobs, working them till each cell in her mamillaries vibrated with his strength and the electric heat of what he was doing to her. Her nipples were like hot coals burning into his sweating palms.
She closed her eyes, allowing her head to fall forward a bit and her hair to fall down over her face; the breath jetting in and out of her fevered lungs through her nostrils and open mouth.
She had not imagined it could be like this; not ever. His tongue, a slippery snake that licked at her nipples, touched her tits, going from one to the other.
If Kathy had thought that a hot tongue in her mouth was something, and hard hands across her tits were great, she swooned to the effect of his wet, slippery tongue, licking and teasing her nipples making them harder, longer and hotter than they now were.
She gasped, having believed it impossible that this could happen. He began to lick at her in round and round circles, starting with her left nipple and going to her right. Twice, Fillippo repeated this.
Then his mouth sank around her right nipple and he began to suck on it. He sucked slowly, sending blasts of heat down through her breasts and chest, into her brain', and to her crotch. He sucked hard, making her gasp and lift her chest, pressing it up against his face.
Fillippo put his hands on her shoulders to hold Kathy in place as he removed one nipple from his mouth and went for the other. He did the same with it. Not a man to stay with one trick for long, or to repeat it, he lift his lips away to replace them with his teeth; working the nipple between his teeth in left-right movements, and then working in opposite directions with the nipple still between his teeth. He did this very lightly and gently and sent sharp, needle-like sensations dancing through her. Kathy gasped, licked her lips till they were wet and moist and soft as doe-skin. Her teeth gleamed brightly in the dim light of the room. Her eyes were screwed shut. She twisted her head from side to side, sometimes slowly, sometimes fast. Her mouth opened and then shut. Her face twisted in spasmodic ripples that soon died away and left her face calm and smooth as a pond at dawn.
She gasped twice, her hands coming down atop his head, her fingers burying themselves in his hair, which she pulled and twisted around her fingers.
Fillippo lifted his face away from her for a second; his eyes wild; the skin over his cheekbones gone tight. His face was more a mask of lust than anything else. There was a tight smile on his pressed together lips.
He looked down at his cock, already swollen long and thick with passion. This was for Kathy. This was to be her coming out, her moment of truth. Sweat beads ran down her face. The tremor in all her parts increased with each passing moment The thump of her heart had grown so strong and loud that Kathy thought her heart must surely be in her throat by now. Her mind was a haze of whirling thoughts, sensations and fears. But these had to be banished. Kathy was committed to this new path in life, no matter what.
Fillippo let go of her, moved back to the bed, and sat down, closing his eyes and letting out air with a sigh. He opened his eyes after just a few seconds and looked at her with a grin.
He put a hand under his cock and balls, cupping them, bouncing them up and down a few times. "Like it?" he asked, not even looking at her, sure she did.
Kathy did not answer, merely smiling, her eyes closing into slits. She studied his cock. She licked her lips at the many bulging blue and purple veins and arteries. He was quite hairy. She was already aware of this. The hair grew halfway up the length of his firm meat.
His balls hung down at a slight slant, thick ovals in dark-skinned, hairy sacs, Kathy licked her lips nervously and stretched out a hand to touch them. She felt the hot sacs lightly, using just the tips of her fingers. She knelt down.
The skin underneath was hot, trembling, moist. Bending forward, she could smell the musky man scent of him. There was a salty tang to the air around his crotch. It had an effect on her. Kathy's head swam. For one second she closed her eyes and took a deep breath to steady herself; also taking in more of the man scent.
When her eyes came open small patches of pink covered her cheeks. There was a reddish hue to her forehead. Her eyes were glazed. Her mouth was open and hot. She was a sensual woman. A creature quite different from the one who had gone into this room a short time before. She looked at him once, with that up from under look a woman only gives to the man or men she admires and would do almost anything for.
Fillippo smiled down at her, looking at her, hovering there over his midsection, looking up at him along the length of his now half reclining body.
"Go ahead," he said in a tight little voice. "Looking ain't as much fun as doing."
Kathy licked her lips and hesitated. She summoned all the knowledge she possessed about blowing; arranging them in her mind and then proceeded. Her face came down, her right hand grasped his cock. It was thick, so thick that she had trouble getting her fingers around it. When she squeezed his cock she was able to touch her fingertips by forcing the confining meat down and in for a few seconds.
Then she brought her face down and lifted his cock so that she was looking at the head, and the slit in the head. A drop of dew glistened in the slit. She bent forward a bit more. Fillippo watched as her soft lips touched and then kissed him. She sighed and then kissed him once more. He hissed as the fever passed through him.
Kathy felt the tremble as the spasm coursed through his body in response to her good lip work. She knew now for the first time the true meaning of the term lip service.
The taste of his cock was salty and musky. She opened her mouth and licked the dew from the slit with the tip of her tongue, tasting and then swallowing, but not spitting out what was on her tongue.
Kathy closed her eyes, opened her mouth wider, and took in the entire head. Fillippo closed his eyes, too. He brought his head forward and then his hands went out and he touched her hair and caressed the fine, silky strands.
Kathy began to work the foreskin down off the head, at the same time sucking slowly and gently at the meat, feeling the warmth and the slow tremble; tasting the salty man musk and being affected by it.
She sucked a bit faster now, her head dipping up and down in the age old cadence of the worshipful cocksucker. She let her soft lips slip down an inch and took some more of his cock into her mouth.
She was surprised by the feeling inside her body; the new found power she had over this man above her; the liking for a thick cock in her mouth. It was an in-born response that no one had to teach her. Kathy was proud that she had mastered the preliminaries so well. She hoped the rest would be as easy and there would be no slip-up on her part. Above all she wanted him to enjoy this.
He had his head to the side and was smiling, lying there, enjoying the sensations of her mouth around his cock. The waves of pleasure rippled from his affected cockhead into his roots and along his balls. They shifted with the sensations coming down into them and the thick load of cream in them stirred under the increasing temperature of her ministrations on the tip of his cock.
He felt himself grow harder and hotter. His cock was vibrating more. The sensations ran up and down his tool, into his belly muscles, and also along his spinal tree into the pleasure centers of his brain.
Behind his closed eyes pink and purple and red lights flashed. He was more aware of them as sensations than colors, and each faded before it could really register, to be replaced by another sensation.
She felt him grow more excited and listened to the breath rush in and out of him in fast gasps. This, and the swollen hardness of him in her mouth, as well as the new found sense of power she had, made Kathy more excited also.
The blood welled in her head, and danced in her cunt as electricity crackled inside her down-hanging tits and ripples of joy danced across the twisting muscles of her abdomen. Sweat beads ran along her hot and jiggling body and down her strained face. Kathy's mouth was a tube of painted love around the glistening shaft, which she so faithfully and tirelessly massaged as she pistoned up and down its length, swallowing more with each thrust of her face and mouth down on his cock.
Fillippo began to twist his body this way and that under her. Kathy had to put her hands on his hips to keep him steady. She shivered with anticipation at what would happen next. Hundreds of wild and super excited thoughts crowded through her mind. Her senses were very aware of each thrash of his body and the now steady up and down rise of his midsection. She swallowed more and more of him with each down thrust of her lips around Fillippo.
She felt the tip touching the back of her throat. Since this was all she could take without gagging, she went no farther. Even this was more than enough.
Fillippo gasped out his joy, pressing down on her head with his hands, and twisting his face about in a grimace of passion.
"AAAGGGHHH!" he gasped.
His cock quivered more now. He could feel his balls shift restlessly and knew his cumming was not far off. The fire in his roots was building to that crescendo, which he knew always ended but one way.
Kathy was tiring, gasping for breath, pulling air in through her nostrils, but not daring to stop for one second this marvelous thing she was doing for him and also for herself. It was so grand, so very good.
The blast of thunder-fire rushed up his spinal tree and into his brain. Fillippo was really thrashing about now, shifting restlessly, gasping about how good and silken her hot, soft, sweet mouth was. And then he gasped out the words, which Kathy barely heard.
"I'M CUM-M-M-ING," he gasped. Then his hands came down hard on her head. His sudden pressure prevented her from fully bringing her mouth up after the downstroke. She had to swallow him right in again.
It was then that he shot his load. A hot, hard spurt of it struck the back of her throat. She gave a yelp and a cough of surprise. In automatic reaction, and in order to save herself from choking, Kathy swallowed as more and more gushing juice shot into her mouth as she kept on pistoning, not stopping, in her shock still doing what had by now become an automatic reaction while she tried to figure out what had happened. She swallowed all that he shot into her.
"OOOHHHHHH!" he exclaimed as he twisted about and his cock wildly unleashed load after load into this hungry and fast working mouth.
After several seconds his flow and the sensations passing through his body abated. As this happened, Fillippo began to move about less and less. He did not hiss as often as before and allowed his body to go slack very slowly, no longer pressing down as hard on her head with his hands.
Kathy began to become aware of this and pis-toned more slowly. His cock shrunk and grew softer in her mouth. Fillippo was no longer shooting and there was not that feverish need for her to blow as hard or as fast.
Kathy decided this was enough and that she might as well now take him from her mouth. With that, she opened wide and let him flop out wet and red onto the black, kinky hairs of his crotch.
Kathy looked up at him. Fillippo was just opening his eyes now. He grinned at her.
"You are one good mouth-girl. Those are golden lips you have, honey. Let me tell you, I've had many a woman. You are good. Leave your name and number. I'll be calling and friends of mine will be calling to give you plenty of business. As long as you're young, your body is good, and your lips are golden, you'll never have to worry about money."
Kathy smiled in answer. Life seemed to be grinning down on her.