Chapter 4
It was still pouring rain, and the wet pavement on Hilton Street reflected back neon and traffic lights. Coming into the 'Liner, Sally shook out her hair and hung her wet raincoat over the first table. Outside a lighted-up bus was stopped in the middle of Hilton, caught in the terrible traffic jam. Sally decided she'd tell Bill she'd go out with the man...just to see his reaction. She came up to where he was grinning from behind the bar and began fluffing up her long blonde hair with her fingers.
"You think you're pretty hot stuff, don't you?" he teased.
"Mmmmm-hmmmm," Sally agreed and arranged her loose hair so it fell slightly over one eye.
She could sense the bartender avidly eyeing her long slender legs in high-topped boots beneath her mini-skirt, and a strange tingle of narcissistic delight shot through her.
"Sally, you're too pretty to work so hard; why don't you take the night off?"
"Okay," she came up beside him, pretending she really took his offer seriously. "What time can I leave?"
"Well, wait till Kitty comes in and she and I can handle things."
The tavern owner had put his arm around Sally's back, drawing her tight against his side. Sally looked up at him with amusement. . . since the night Bill had tried to seduce her and failed...at least in the long run...she'd kept up a light flirtation with him. It didn't amount to anything serious and kept him from being angry with her. It wasn't till his hand crept up to the beginning swell of her young breast that she moved casually away . . .
Actually, Bill touching her ripely succulent young mound like that did arouse Sally. Normally she'd block out the feeling, but tonight she felt her skin flush and prickle with crazy excitement. It was an idea she had, but maybe just for fun she'd consider Bill's proposition. It wouldn't be exactly like working as a call-girl since she'd only be going out with a "date" once. Still, it sent her head whirling when she forced herself to bring up the subject.
"I've got to talk with you about something serious," she leaned her back against the counter. "I've been thinking about Homecoming. What would you say if I took you up on your suggestion?"
"Oh yeah?" he grinned. "Why, I'd say you'd be a damn fool if you didn't."
"It'd sure help me get through this semester. Of course, I'd never want to do it again."
"No."
"I mean, I wouldn't want you to start thinking of me like...Kitty. If any other similar occasions came up, I wouldn't even want to hear about them. It'd just be Homecoming and that's it."
"Okay, whatever you like."
"How do you go about something like that...would it be like he was picking me up after work next weekend?"
"Why don't you talk to him about it?" Bill grinned and nodded toward the back of the bar.
"Wha...t? Sally gasped. Following Bill's gesture, her eyes raced toward a rear booth where a man with a blond crew-cut was sitting with his back toward them.
"Chet just came into town tonight.. . "
Sally shuddered and dropped a tray of glasses in the soap-filled sink where she began washing and rinsing them rapidly. She'd just been talking...testing Bill. It was one thing to consider the date for the far indefinite future, but she'd never dreamed Briarly would be here now! Bill pulled her away from the sink. "I told him you'd be coming in tonight."
"You did?" she said weakly.
"Yes, he's waiting back there so he can meet you," he said impatiently.
Sally had decided to step out of the bar, if only for a minute, when the man, apparently hearing their voices, turned and waved. She could feel herself turning bright red as he slid out of the booth and walked up to the counter to meet her.
"Chet, this is Sally Walker, the girl I've told you so much about," Bill said.
"Well, I've been waiting for a long time," Briarly smiled.
"Sally's working her way through school," Bill said.
Working my way through school! Sally shivered. At the same time, her eyes raced crazily over the man. He was short and slight -probably in his fifties, with a blond crew cut. God! He looks like my Uncle Jack! her thoughts were flying in all directions. She barely managed to stammer, "H-hello . . . "
"Sally's got the night off as far as I'm concerned," Bill beamed generously.
"Well. . . maybe Sally'd like to come up to my motel room for a few drinks."
"I've got an appointment," Sally said.
Bill shot her a disappointed look. "She's just shy," he laughed. Then to Sally, "Chefs with the Alumni Association...they're getting ready for the big game. Isn't that right, Briarly?"
"Right," he winked.
"Now, you'll need drinks and everything," Bill had turned his back and was running his eyes over the liquor stock. Finally he pulled out two bottles of scotch and began to wrap them up. "Just bring back the empties," he winked.
"I assume Sally likes scotch?" the middle-aged man chuckled good-naturedly at the young blonde.
"Y...yesss," Sally had to speak up after a long pause, since Bill hadn't answered the question, and the man was looking directly at her. Suddenly, she realized Bill was no longer there. He came up behind her with her raincoat, settling it over her shoulders. She was certain now that she'd go with Briarly, and it excited and scared her to death at the same time. A prostitute! That's what she was, if only for tonight. The strange, forbidden aspect of what she was about to do sent little lust-sparks igniting in her loins. A simultaneous feeling of apprehension made her give a start as Chet smiled at her.
"I appreciate this, Bill. I always get in town after the liquor store closes," Briarly took the sack with the bottles in one hand and grabbed Sally's elbow with the other, leading her to the door.
Bill accompanies them out to the sidewalk where it was still raining. "Remember he's here to have a good time," Bill hissed as Sally ducked back in the doorway to put on her raincoat. "Quit looking like you're going to a funeral."
Briarly took Sally's arm, but because of the bad weather she didn't have to talk to him as he led her in the direction of the parking ramp in the block behind the Airliner. Nor did she have to talk to him in the car. Briarly had enough on his hands managing the rented car in the erratic wet-weather traffic . . .
It's only one time, and later I can forget about it, she tried to convince herself, though she didn't believe a word she was thinking. It'll get me through this semester. The man's a stranger, and no one'll ever know. In a way, it'll be an experience. Besides, after all I've been through, what difference does it really make anyway?
Briarly pulled up in front of the big University Inn out on Highway 59. Running around to her side of the car to let her out, he gave her a curious grin, and Sally again felt a weird sexual charge bolt through her.
She held her breath as she followed him through the double-doored motel room. The indirect lighting took a moment to get accustomed to; then she noticed the expensive decor of the room a few landscapes hung on the walls and a thick, lush rug carpeted the center of the room before a huge king-sized bed.
A filled ice-bucket was set on a low-boy beside a thickly draped alcove. "Sit down, darling. Sit down," Briarly said in a hushed tone that seemed to go with their subdued surroundings. He put the bottle of scotch beside the ice bucket.
She glanced around for a chair, but he gestured the young student to the bed. "I'm not used to this sort of thing," she said.
Briarly smiled. "Easy does it...I know what you're about to say," he waved her to the bed. Reluctantly she sat down. "You must have some reservations about earning your pocket money like this."
Initially, Sally'd disliked the crew-cut older man, but having sensed a gentleness in his character, she felt temporarily at ease. Still, she wished he'd ask her to take off her clothes right away; she wanted to get it over with and go back to the bar as soon as possible.
"This is actually my first time," she said hesitantly.
He laughed she guessed this cheered him up. He was a quiet man, not nearly as aggressive as Bill Larson, and although he was well into middle-age, there was a boyishness about him that appealed to her. Maybe he was one of those perennially shy types who didn't usually go to prostitutes. If this was the case, then she'd have to do her best to make him feel at ease, she thought with unaccustomed dizziness.
He turned from the bed and began nervously making drinks. Before handing Sally hers, he took a long sip from his glass. She tried to smile as he settled gingerly beside her; then he lit a cigarette and seemed to realize he'd forgotten Sally's drink.
"I'll get it," the young blonde jumped up and retrieved her glass. Part of her job was making him at ease in a compromising situation...Chet probably had a wife and children...being on the Alumni Committee also made things difficult. . .
"Hmmm," he cleared his throat. "Do you mind taking off everything but your brassiere and panties now?"
She crimsoned. "If you don't mind," he laughed uneasily.
"No, okay," she assented. Now that the time had come, she'd liked to have disappeared into the velvety drapery but she couldn't.
"You can do it right here . . . " Briarly said.
"Yes...you want me to take off my clothes," she mumbled. "First I'll take off my blouse."
"Yes, hurry now. God...you're so beautiful...I want it all to go perfectly."
Sally fumbled with her blouse buttons, undoing them down to her waist, and then turned away from Briarly. "Now...let's see those lovely tits!" he sighed.
She pulled off the blouse, exposing her lush twin mounds encased in her white lace brassiere. The blouse slipped awkwardly from her hands, and she bent down to pick it up. Just watching the movement of her arms and the tanned, naked expanse of her back sent Briarly's imagination racing wildly. His eyes glowed with anticipation as her skirt hiked up, revealing the pert curve of her buttocks pulling tautly at her white bikini panties. The miniscule panties slipped into the narrow crevice between her roundly curved ass-cheeks as she straightened up to put the blouse on the bureau.
"Now, the skirt," he breathed softly.
She unzipped her micro-skirt, quickly tugging it away from her gently curving hips, and then set it on the bureau. Finally, she turned and walked gracefully toward the bed, her beautiful young body entirely naked except for the two wisps of cloth that covered her pussy mound and full womanly breasts.
As she neared the bed, Chet couldn't help gulping in spite of himself. Her large, gently uplifting breasts were wide-spaced and placed high on her chest. They swayed and jiggled with a youthful firmness that made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. For a moment, he ceased breathing at all and felt an involuntary jerking of his long, fully erect cock. His penis felt like it would tear through his pants as his eyes fell on the soft-looking "vee" of her pubic mound, snugly encased in her white bikini panties.
"I think you like me," Sally said, surprising herself with her bluntness. She wanted Chet to enjoy what they were about to do, even if she was still scared to death by it. Bill had said to give Chet a good time; that meant making Briarly feel that he was attractive to her as a man, which in fact he was.
"How can you tell I like you, Sally?" he laughed nervously.
"It's just something a woman can sense," she shrugged and rested beside him.
As Sally sat down and leaned back luxuriantly half-naked on her elbows beside him, it was all Briarly could do to keep from throwing his hotly churning body on her tempting lushness. She sighed and tilted her head, her long blonde hair spilling and cascading softly around her shoulders. He moved closer and turned toward her, feeling his long stiff hardness pressing against her splayed-out thighs.
"Well. . . there's something else I bet you'd like," she tried to play the role of seductress as best as she could, "Do you want to see me naked, Mr. Briarly?" she smiled.
"God! You know I do," he gasped, hardly able to believe what she'd said. "And feel free to call me Chet," he winked humorously.
Then he gestured for the blonde student to turn toward him, and he slipped his right hand inside the front of her low-cut white brassiere, squeezing the soft warm flesh excitedly between his fingers. With his other hand, he undid the snap holding up the flimsy brassiere, letting her youthfully ripened breasts fall free. They were like two succulent melons, the alabaster whiteness of her proudly quivering mounds shining in sharp contrast to the rich deep tan on the rest of her body.
Then Briarly wound his fingers in the tight waistband of her brief white panties and worked them down over her firmly rounded buttocks to her knees. He gazed down excitedly at her naked hair-lined pussy and its pink flushing flesh. Almost frantically he pulled the panties across her long, smooth legs and tossed them quickly alongside the bed.
"Oh God! Now I'm completely naked," Sally gasped.
"Yes...and lovely, too!"
As he gaped at her, she stared reticently back at him. The large full mounds of her proud young breasts and their ruby-like nipples thrust up at him in all their naked glory. Sally lowered her eyes for a moment to the bulge at his loins then lifted herself up to her elbows. Unknowingly, she'd splayed her legs open wide so he could plainly see the wet pink flesh of her cunt, framed by the tantalizing golden wisps of her soft pussy hair.
"I mean it...you're beautiful, Sally," he muttered, staring down at her lush nakedness while the heat of his small wiry body rose rapidly. He could see that her cool blue eyes had dilated a little from excitement, he supposed. It was all he could do to keep from falling on top of the young call girl and ramming his achingly excited cock up into the soft warmth of her tight little cunt at this very moment!
"I'm glad you like me...naked," Sally blushed.
"Have you made love to a lot of other men?" he asked.
"No," she admitted. "Just two...but they weren't very serious things...I guess I'm sort of inexperienced."
"Maybe there's something I can teach you . . . " he grinned, pushing her down to the mattress and leaning over her. "You want me to do it to you...to make love to you, don't you?"
"Oh yes, I do," she trembled. In spite of her resolve to remain cool, she found herself excited by Briarly's sympathetically tender approach.
"Then tell me," he said hoarsely. "Tell me you want me to fuck you!"
"I want you to do it," she whispered excitedly. "Do what?"
"To...fuck me," she breathed.
The excited businessman rose from the bed and began taking off his shirt and trousers. He stripped to his shorts in seconds, then shoved them down his legs and stood in front of her with his rigidly throbbing cock rearing up like a flagpole in front of him. Sally's gaze raced over his compact form...She wouldn't have expected him to be so masculine looking, but naked, his body possessed a youthful vigor and leanness that surprised her. Her eyes riveted on his pulsing hardness, which seemed overly large in comparison to his body, then she looked up at him hesitantly. His expression hardened, his eyes narrowed. "Have you ever blown anyone?"
"I don't understand," she said. "What do you mean...blow?"
"You know. . . have you ever put your mouth around a man's hard penis?"
"God no...never!"
"It's something you should try," he came to the edge of the bed and stood between her widespread thighs.
Sally could feel his hairy legs brushing teasingly between her sensitive thighs...She drew back on the mattress, but he pushed forward, the throbbing head of his cock less than an inch from her heaving little belly.
"I don't think I'd like it," she said.
"One never knows," he smiled, grasping his long staff of male flesh and jerking it a few times in his clenched hand. "It just might excite you." He pulled himself from between her wide-splayed thighs and rolled onto his back beside her on the bed.
"Now, come up here between my legs," he said.
"Huh?"
"You heard me, darling."
He watched her reluctantly crawl up on her knees between his hair-covered legs and shivered with wild expectation; he had the feeling that Sally Walker would be absolutely perfect! She'd never sucked anyone else's cock not even Larson but she'd do it to him she'd just have to! He liked the idea of an almost virginal young college kid sucking his ramrod stiff penis; it gave him an insane feeling of power which the more sophisticated call girl usually deprived him of.
He lay tensed with his stiffly pulsating cock pointing up at a forty-five degree angle toward the ceiling, then turning his head he could see both himself and the sexy young blonde reflected in the mirror on top of the Spanish-style dressing table. He followed her cautious preliminary movements without having to even raise his head.
"Jeeeeezus!" he groaned as she positioned her body over his, her breasts dangled erotically and her buttocks lifted brazenly in the air. "Now suck my cock!"
"Oh, no...I don't think I can...I mean, you want me to put it in my mouth?"
"Yes!"
"Please...no!"
"I am paying you $100," he said.
Taking a deep breath, Sally reached out and began stroking his foreskin up and down in a slow tantalizing rhythm that thrilled him in its lewdness. She looked away at first, trying to avoid staring him in the face, and then the young blonde seemed to grow interested in what she was doing and turned her head so she was gazing at him directly.
"Come on up farther, Sally," he said in a harsher voice.
"Isn't this enough?"
He grunted. "Uh-uh."
"All right," she assented and moved up on all fours until her head was a scant few inches from the warm pulsing head of his cock. She held the thick rod of male flesh tightly between both hands, stroking it between the flat of her palms in a teasing up and down motion that caused the businessman's wiry buttocks to undulate in time to the maddening rhythm.
"Yessss, keep that up," Briarly intoned to the sensuous figure kneeling so provocatively over him. "Now...suck on me. Put your delicious mouth over my cock!"
Tentatively, Sally's head lowered toward the thick hardness of his penis; she could smell the pungent odor of his sex sweat, could see the small hole at the end of his upstanding member gaping at her like a brazenly winking eye. She turned her head away once more. "Shitttt...suuccckkk. Do it, Sally; don't be afraid," he commanded.
She drew in her breath, "Ooooohhh, please!"
"I said it and I meant it," he rasped. "My prick...suck it!"
She flicked out her tongue, the top boring teasingly into the slight moistness of the small opening at the end of his cock-head. "Christ," he squirmed his buttocks down hard on the mattress from the excruciatingly pleasurable contact.
Chills rippled along the back of his spine, forcing a groan from his lips. He'd never expected the reserved blonde to act like this; it was almost too good to be true. He watched as she brought her ovaled wet mouth down all the way and enclosed the whole of his heatedly pulsating cock in a soft warm pressure it was so incredibly exciting he felt he could almost cum right there!
"Uggggh!" he groaned. Sally was inexperienced at this sort of thing, but the delectable heat of her mouth and the way she used her lips like a gently clasping elastic band was absolutely fantastic! Her lips tightened with soft warm pressure just below the throbbing cock-head, trapping his lust-thickened hardness inside the moistly heated cavern of her mouth.
"Ooooh," he groaned, lifting his head from the pillow and staring down at the young blonde's lust contorted face. The sight of his sensitive cock-shaft sunk halfway between her greedily sucking lips increased his erotic sensation tenfold. His stiffened penis glistened like the wet limb of an oak as it began to move in and out between the soft fullness of her encompassing lips. As it began to move in and out between the soft fullness of her encompassing lips. Tentatively at first, then with more assurance, she massaged the velvety resilient skin of his testicles with her fingers. She stroked the base of his cock between the thumb and forefinger of the other hand as she began to suck rhythmically up and down on his saliva-coated rod of flesh.
The aroused businessman could feel the softness of her tongue twirling with an obscenely moist pressure around his cock's head at the apex of withdrawal, her tongue-tip dancing across the tiny opening at the end. He flexed his buttocks, his head still raised, watching the top of her head bobbing salaciously up and down below. The inciting vision of her mouth encasing his wildly hammering penis was almost painful in its lewdness.
Sally could feel the throbbing reaction in his cock, and began to suck a little harder; the tips of her teeth dug gently into the hard resisting pole of flesh, leaving small white trails where they had scraped the blood from beneath his skin's surface.
"Oh God . . . " Sally coughed around his mouth filling hardness as his hands dropped to her blonde hair and pulled her even closer to him. She liked this position; it gave her a masochistic pleasure to know that she was incapable of moving her head in any direction now except up and down on that wonderfully long penis. Reaching under his tightly flexed buttocks, she cupped the rock-hard globes of flesh, pulling his jerking pelvis up tighter to her face.
Sally's tongue swiped around the warm bulbous head furiously, till Chet thought he'd scream! He was near the bursting point as she took almost all his rigidly erect cock deep into her throat. As she licked on the glisteningly wet flesh like a cat cleaning its fur, he could feel all of himself, every nerve he possessed concentrated in the lust-hardened cock-shaft.
"Mm mm mm . . . " the teenage blonde couldn't help exclaiming. Never in her life had she dreamed she'd like the taste of cock...but now she found it was tantalizing. What made it all the more exciting was the realization that what she was doing was terribly immoral: She'd been hired by the older man to suck on his hugely thick penis...but she'd always been taught that this was terribly sinful. . . and yet she, too, gained pleasure from it!
"Yesssss, oh, for Christ's sakes, suck on meeee!" his chanting voice broke in on her thoughts.
He expected the young coed to choke, but she continued the maddening sucking, on and on. Her mouth pulled up the full length of his impatiently beating penis, drawing on him like a vacuum cleaner. The pressure building in his sperm-bloated balls was excruciating and unbearable, and his long hard cock seemed to inflate and lengthen beyond anything it had ever done before.
He was going to cum in Sally's mouth! In her mouth! He couldn't hold back an instant longer!
Great swirls of heat were building deep, deep in his churning balls as he watched her face working above his lean body like a contented calf sucking on its mother's teat. He could see tiny rivulets of sweat rolling from her naked body as she bucked over him., trying to make him spurt his white hot cum deep down into her gluttonously sucking throat.
"Is it good, Chet...do you like the way I'm sucking you?" she removed her mouth from his erect cock for a moment.
"Oh...Christ!" he moaned.
"It tastes good. I never thought I'd get to like the taste of a man's penis," she said.
"Then keep it up...SHIT, DON'T STOP BLOWING MEEEEE!"
He groaned at the dim image of their naked bodies in the mirror. She lowered her head and began sucking again; the muscles on Chefs stomach tightened till he thought they would snap from the pressure. He arched his back off the bed, pushing even farther up between the hot clasping moistness of the sexy student's lips.
"Succcckkkkk, shit. . . oh, Sally!" he groaned over and over again, his mouth working and incoherent mutterings spitting from between his tightly clenched teeth. Suddenly, he gasped. The moment was here and a low, guttural sound started from somewhere deep in his chest as he felt the building gush of impatient sperm begin its mad dash from the reservoir of his exploding balls and begin spewing in hot thin streams into her hungrily sucking mouth.
"Succcckkkkk, suck meeeee!" he shouted, the tendons on his thighs stretching like a prisoner's drawn tight on a rack.
The beautiful blonde's cheeks expanded and hollowed fish-like as she greedily swallowed the warm flooding torrents to keep from choking. She went on sucking wildly as he emptied his fresh warm sperm into the wetness of her mouth. His feverish hands tangled in her long hair, holding her head down to the hot eruption of his loins as he rammed his madly jerking penis all the way down to her tonsils.
"Aaaaaggghhh," Sally coughed, swallowing to regain her breath.
Briarly moaned one last time and then fell back, grunting in complete fulfillment. Gradually, his still half-erect cock deflated in her mouth, but Sally continued the gentle sucking, drawing every last drop of the warm-tasting semen from the depleted older man.
Finally, she pulled her mouth away, savoring the last droplets of his warm wet sperm. "Did you like that...did I do it right?" she lay her head on Chet's heaving stomach.
"I'll say you did!"
"It was exciting for me, too!"
He caressed her back softly. "Well, Homecoming Weekend we can try again...Bill mentioned it to you, didn't he?"
She remembered the conversation with Larson about next weekend. Although she enjoyed sucking Chet's hard penis, she'd made a private vow to herself not to become further involved in accepting favors, even though the Homecoming Game had been the ostensible reason for getting together with Briarly tonight. With a reluctant little shudder, she decided she would go with Chet next weekend. It was all Bill's doing, the young blonde thought. She wondered what the bartender got out of all of this. He must've received a kickback from Chet, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to all that trouble setting up Sally with the businessman. That made Bill Larson her...pimp! It sent a feeling of revulsion into her still turned-on belly to think about it, but that's exactly how things were . . .