Chapter 2
His cock was dangling limp between his legs when Nick Prescott heard the screams coming from the far end of the corridor. He heard a rush of footsteps in the hall and people were shouting, the screaming growing louder. Acting quickly, he stuffed his cock back into his pants and not even bothering to replace the peephole and the painting, he dashed from the room.
The commotion had spread through the hall and people in various states of dress and undress were peering out of their doors, excited by the loud cries which came from the far end of the corridor.
"Someone's getting raped! Attacked!" one of the chambermaids told him. Prescott saw red and began to run, telling one of the bellhops to get the police. He hoped he would be able to arrive in time. But when he got to the room, the screams louder than before, he found it locked. Prescott pounded on the door and a woman screamed out for help. Using his shoulder, he stepped back and battered against the heavy wooden door.
The wood began to splinter as the woman kept moaning, begging someone to leave her alone. "He'll kill me!" she shouted. "Stop him! Oh God stop him!"
Sweat dripped down his body as he tried once again, lunging savagely at the door. Then, amidst the confusion, he remembered the skeleton key he had in his pocket. Quickly, he thrust it into the lock and turned it, pushing against the door. Rushing inside, he found a man hunched over the body of a woman, her face still hidden. He was trying to rip off her clothes. The assailant turned back in surprise, but Prescott was too quick for him.
Lifting the lamp off the dresser, he brought it down on the stranger's head. The rapist gave a strangled cry of pain and collapsed on top of the terrified young woman.
It was then that Prescott saw who it was.
"Holy shit!" he said under his breath. For he found himself staring into the wide frightened eyes of the girl he had seen in the lobby, the girl with the strawberry mole above the bridge of her nose. Before he could say anything, two patrolmen hurried into the room, clamping their hands around the man. He was still unconscious as they dragged him out, his feet limp, banging against the floor.
"We'll take care of it, officers," he told them. "The young lady will be down to press charges in the morning."
"Whatever you say, Prescott. We know you're good for your word."
Prescott closed the door behind him, blotting out the curious twisted faces which had been drawn to the scene of excitement and commotion. He heard them mumbling amongst themselves, returning to their rooms. Then, he sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at the girl. Tears were streaming down her cheeks and she had trouble talking. Reaching out, Nick began to massage her hands and legs, trying to comfort her.
"It'll be all right. Everything's going to be quite all right," he kept repeating as she continued to shake, cowering before him in a nightgown that had been ripped halfway down the front. Prescott saw the lush heaviness of the young woman's tits. But he said nothing, trying to look at her face rather than her alluring seductive body.
"I ... he came ... I ... my aunt," she choked, unable to form the proper words.
"I'm here. I'm the house detective. It'll be all right," he said again, assuring her that nothing more would happen, that she was now protected.
But as he continued to rub his hands over her calves and fingers, drawing life back into the pale ghost-like pallor of her flesh, flesh which almost seemed to shrink away from him, Prescott could not help but feel desire. He thought he was a prick for feeling turned on, especially when the girl seemed barely conscious of what was happening.
She was still in a state of shock, but her very feel, the smooth supple quality of her arms and legs, got him increasingly aroused. He began to massage her more delicately, trying to comfort but almost trying to turn her on as well.
When he glanced down the length of his body, he saw the rising outline of his dick. His cock was already swelling, filling up with blood. The scene with the Marnham's had inflamed his passion and now he thought of what it would be like to finally consummate, finish the act his fantasies had dwelled upon ever since he had seen the girl in the lobby earlier that evening.
It rose upwards past his navel, hard and rigid and he tried not to think of what was happening. He tried not to make his hard-on more obvious than it really was. As he rubbed her hands between his own, Prescott kept silent.
The girl stared at him looking directly into his eyes, questioning without words. And when Nick found himself glancing down again at her tits, she seemed to ignore his piercing penetrating stare. Nick couldn't stop looking.
Behind the thin sheer cloth of her nightgown rose two heavy mounds of flesh. The nipples were plainly visible, two rosebuds of the palest pink, surrounded by small aureoles the size of silver dollars. He wanted to lick them, but kept holding himself back.
When he ran his fingers over her brow, pushing her hair back, she opened her mouth again. "I started to ... he came in and then ... oh god I don't know what happened!"
"He's gone now," Nick whispered. "Nothing's going to happen to you again."
"Oh, but you're wrong," she suddenly yelled. "You're so wrong!" Her eyes dropped down from Nick's face, glancing at the tangle of chest hair between the open folds of his shirt. He noticed how she looked at him and when he shifted his vision down to his crotch, he opened his mouth, not sure if he should apologize or say anything at all.
For plainly visible, thrusting forward and tenting up his pants, was the stiff tight outline of his cock, swollen and bulbous. It seemed to stick out like a fist behind the fly of his trousers. Nevertheless, Prescott made no move to conceal it. He stayed where he was on the bed, waiting for the girl to say something, to explain herself. He didn't know what she had meant and he waited, hoping her words might dispel some of the tension which lingered in the air.
He noticed how there was a deep V-shaped depression where her thighs conjoined and he saw a dark irregular shadowy patch between her legs. Her pubic mound seemed to swell upwards, pulsing slightly—or so he fondly imagined—behind her negligee.
Nick wanted to reach out and touch her. He wanted to rub his face across her pussy and feel the inside of her cunt opening up before his probing raspy tongue. The very thought gave him the shivers. But he didn't move. The girl had said that he was wrong. She had mentioned her aunt and he wanted to know more. But still he didn't move. Not then, at least.
He remained perched on the edge of the bed, watching the young woman as he asked her if she was feeling any better. "Calmer?" he wanted to know.
She nodded her head, trying to smile. And then she began to laugh. The laugh unnerved him. It was pitched high, cackling, sarcastic to the extreme. "Oh yes," she said. "I'll be fine. For the time being. Maybe. But who cares, Mister? Life's a gamble, a fucking gamble if you don't mind my saying so."
"We all gamble," he muttered, more confused than ever.
"But that ape really scared the shit out of me. He was going to kill me, I know that. But the fucker had to get his rocks off, first. Thanks to Violet, that is. But here I was, sound asleep, and the next thing I know this huge animal of a guy is on top of me, trying to rape me."
And still his cock bulged out. And still Prescott did nothing to hide the fact that he was incredibly aroused just by sitting next to her on the bed.
"Thanks," the young woman went on. "You must be pretty together to have been able to think so fast. I wish I had that kind of timing, myself. But mother never taught me that. I had to learn everything firsthand."
There was a note of bitterness in her tone. He looked at her and tried to smile. "Nick Prescott at your service," he grinned.
"Trudy Heath," she said, introducing herself. "For the time being. But I thank you, Mr. Prescott. I'm sure dear Violet would like to string you up, but I am grateful. Really."
Their mock display of politeness amused them both and Nick felt more at ease. He laughed and flashed a grin which seemed to melt some of the tension between them. Ever so slowly, ever so gently—as if she was afraid of being what she no doubt thought was unduly aggressive—Trudy reached out and touched Nick's chest with the tips of her fingers.
"Are you the knight on the white horse?" she asked mysteriously. "You know, the hero who saves the princess from the clutches of the evil sorcerer?"
"Are you the princess?" he asked, knowing that she had given him his cue. Accordingly, he leaned over, lying down alongside of her. Cupping her chin in one hand, he moved his head close, his lips slightly parted as he brushed them across her mouth.
"I needed that," she whispered, savoring the warmth and moistness of his lips against her own. Slowly, Nick's tongue began to circle in and out of Trudy's mouth. Her hands crept downwards by degrees, just as tentative in her approach as he was. Prescott didn't want to ruin what appeared to be a good thing. He took his time, not wanting his seduction to resemble anything like the attempted rape.
But Trudy Heath was far more aggressive than he had originally decided. She inched closer to his throbbing dick as he squeezed against her, still kissing her passionately. He wanted to know about Violet, wondering if that was her aunt. But he said nothing for the moment, lowering his head. He began to suck on her tits with an abrupt urgency that made her suck in her breath. Prescott lapped her nipples with the tip of his tongue and her resistance melted completely.
"Lovely," she told him, approving and shivering as he kept swabbing her boobs, his breath hot against her flesh. And as he took one nipple after another between his teeth, the young woman grabbed for his cock, clutching the outline tightly in her hand.
Nick shuddered involuntarily. "Nice," he murmured. "Your hand's so nice and warm."
He kept licking her tits as her fingers moved up and down the length of his thick cock-shaft. She pulled down the zipper and thrust her hand inside his pants. Prescott stiffened as soon as her fingers came in contact with his flesh. She pulled his dick out into the open, rubbing up and down along the tightly stretched skin. Her touch made his penis rise up even stiffer and harder than before. He felt a tingling sensation in his groin and he quickly unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it out of his pants. He threw it down on the floor and bent his head lower.
Kissing her navel, he sensed her willingness and desire. Her body was warmer than ever. "What did the guy do? Actually?" he suddenly asked.
"Not very much," she admitted, looked up at him. "He was trying to get me to open my legs but he couldn't manage it."
"Did he show you his cock?"
"Curious, aren't we?" she giggled. But the very description and recollection of the attack was getting her strangely aroused. "Well, actually," she admitted, "he did pull it out. But shit, it wasn't as big as yours, Prescott. And he wasn't nearly as handsome."
Compliments and flattery gave Nick confidence. Sure that Trudy was hot for him, he hugged her tightly, rubbing his chest hairs against her tits as she squirmed against him. Deftly, he slipped out of his pants and under-shorts and then pulled her nightgown up over her head, the two of them now totally naked.
He slid down along the bed, the tip of his tongue outstretched. Staring at her pussy, Nick licked the tendrils of coarse pubic hair as he felt himself fast losing control.
She's like the other one, he thought. Like Karen, one and the same. He thought of the one girl he had ever loved, ten years back in his past. The memory had first aroused his interest in Trudy and the more he thought about it, the more he looked at her, the more similar they became.
Not again, oh shit don't make me a goner again, he said to himself. For the things he was feeling were not composed merely of passion, horniness or sexual excitement. The girl was warm and inviting and her touch made him tremble. Her fingers burned his skin and her eyes, lost and bewildered, seemed strangely out of place amidst the cold arrogance of her thin straight nose and pointy chin.
Almost in a frenzy he moaned at the sight of her triangular patch of pubic hair, covering the red flaps of her pussy. Her cunt furrow was tightly clenched, the crevice closed and the inside of her pussy hidden for the moment. He began to lick the surface of her snatch as she lay back, staring down at him.
Trudy kept her legs wide apart. Nick pushed open the lobes of soft resilient flesh, staring down at the inside of her pussy. Cunt juice shone along her swollen vulva and as she moaned softly and pushed her hips forward, he began to gobble up her vagina.
"More," she begged, already incredibly aroused as Nick's mouth coursed in and out of her hole. He drove his tongue, in deeply, rubbing it up and down along that hot and slimy walls of her pussy. Pushing the inner folds apart, he gasped, not quite believing his eyes. For there, rising up towards his lips and tongue was a long thick finger of cunt flesh, a clitoris that excited him incredibly.
It was one of the most developed, one of the largest and thickest clits he had ever seen. Almost grotesque in that it resembled a miniature cock, he could only drool at the sight of it, quickly clamping his lips around her clitoris.
Nibbling on it with fierce delight, he listened to her rising moans as her hands roamed up and down his body. Cupping her jugs, he rolled the taut firm nipples beneath his palms. "Shit, I have to have you," he muttered, pulling her legs farther apart as he dived down, his tongue going crazy, tasting the musky perfume of her marvelous sex.
Licking up and down her gaping cunt furrow, the lips now dilated and opened of their own accord, he passed beyond the edge of her swollen vulva and moved further down, licking the coarse-haired chink between the cheeks of Trudy's ass.
And there he found what he had been looking for.
Her bottom-hole was like a flower, an unopened bud. Tightly puckered, the hole was covered with curly ringlets of light brown hair. He could see the tiny slit-like opening beneath the hairs and he began to sponge her hole with his tongue, trying to work it right inside and feel the all-consuming warmth and tightness of her anus against his lips.
He felt himself going berserk, turned on to an amazing degree as he tried to penetrate her perennial corolla with his wide probing tongue. Licking in and out of her ass and up and down along her crevice, Nick heard Trudy panting loudly. She squirmed against him, shoving her ass in his face.
Knowing that the moment was right and his timing perfect, the burly detective moved up into a crouch, holding Trudy's thighs apart. He spit into his palm, preparing his cock for what he knew would be a great bout of cornholing.
"You're not serious, are you?" she asked, staring at his dick. Nick's cock rose up like a pillar along his hairy belly as he straddled her, his penis fully lubricated.
Trudy kept staring in disbelief. "You'll rip me apart. I don't get off on stuff like that."
"You will this time," he assured her. "Just relax and trust me. I wouldn't want to hurt you for the world."
He meant it, too.
Nick placed his hands flat on the bed, moving the head of his massive cock down to her asshole. Already greased for entry, he bore down from his hips and the head of his penis banged against her ass. She screamed out suddenly when he penetrated, his glans moving right inside her butt.
Stopping for a moment, he sucked on her tits, coaxing her on, begging her to relax and let him continue. Slowly, he once again began to push down from his lips, working the entire thick length of his cock inside her ass. Inch by throbbing inch they both saw it disappearing.
Her ass was dry as a bone and Nick moaned hotly as Trudy began to use her sphincter muscles, gripping his dong with a marvelous kind of suction that made the act twice as rewarding, twice as exciting. Soon enough, there was no more to go.
All thick eight inches were stored up to the hilt in her ass and their pubic bushes seemed to form one long wide hairy area, tangling together. "Do it," she said at last. "It does feel good. Oh shit yes, pump, baby, Shove it in. Pack my shit in!"
Nick worked in earnest, thrust back and forth as he pulled his dick halfway out and then slammed it in again. The bedsprings creaked loudly as he began to pump with greater and greater vigor. They rocked together, Trudy's skin turning pink with the first hot flush of sexual excitement as Nick continued to pump, feeling her ass embracing his pecker as he pounded in and out of her butt.
"Harder!" she kept calling out as he reached out with one hand and tickled her clitoris, rolling it back and forth with his fingers. He pulled at it, squeezed it tightly and grinned as she responded with a chorus of highly aroused moans and sobs of delight.
"Oh yes, I'm gonna come!" she said at last. "Oh shit so good. So big, so thick. I feel it I'm going crazy!"
Wanting her to get off on his pumping, Prescott kept pounding into her, trying to bring off her climax as well as his own. He felt and heard his big hairy nuts flopping down hard against her buttocks and he rubbed his chest on top of her boobs, a fierce sense of urgency blinding him to anything other than the moment of ultimate pleasure.
"A fire. I'm burning. It's happening oh hold me, make me come!" she moaned as his cock hammered into her, beating in and out with a fast and ever increasing rhythm. Then, Trudy began to tremble convulsively and as she moaned, Nick stiffened on top of her, howling out at the top of his lungs.
"Feel it!" he roared as he suddenly felt his semen spurting up the length of his deeply buried hose. He sprayed into her overheated ass with all the power of his excitement and lust. It kept on shooting, his gism splattering into her deliciously tight anus, load after load of his cream as he felt her own orgasm drenching her pussy. Her cunt juice trickled over his pubic bush, making his belly warm and slippery with her pungent sap.
At last, the final thick wads of sticky come splashing into her asshole, Nick fell down on top of her. He buried his face in the warm hollow between her neck and shoulders. He felt drained of energy, unable to move.
Trudy held onto him, not letting him go. She was, he realized, like a child afraid of the dark. The orgasm she had experienced had pushed unpleasant memories out of the way. But now they seemed to return and she trembled, almost as frightened and alone as she had been when he had rushed into the room less than an hour before.
"Don't leave. Oh Nick, don't leave me. You don't know what she's doing. She's driving me crazy. She wants me dead, killed. Out of the way!" Trudy sobbed.
"Who?" he asked, looking up at her.
"Violet," she whimpered. "My aunt. Oh God it's so long and involved. You don't want to know, anyway. You wouldn't want to be involved."
"I'm involved with nobody," Nick told her, speaking softly and slowly, knowing exactly what he was saying. "I have no one. No lover. No family. Few friends to speak of. I want to know what's happening. This evening I saw you rush out of the lobby and I remember, awhile ago, a woman checked in here with the same kind of strawberry on her brow. Was that Violet?"
She nodded her head, unable to speak.
"What does she want from you, for God sakes!"
"She wants my life, Nick," and then Trudy began to laugh. She shook, rolling from side to side. The laugh was one of hysteria and shock and he gripped her around the shoulders. But still she wouldn't stop. It was only when he slapped her across the face that her wild rantings reduced themselves to silence. "She wants me dead," Trudy whispered. "She wants me dead."
"But why?" he asked, more confused than ever.
"Why? Because I'm worth a lot of money, Nick. More money than you've ever imagined. I checked in here to get away from her. But she found me, or one of her hirelings did. It's all so sordid, like a bad cops and robbers movie."
Nick sat up and placed his hands on his thighs. His head was spinning. Things are happening too quickly, he thought. I'm losing control. She's taking something ... doing something to me.
"I have all this money. I could give you everything you've always wanted!" she suddenly blurted out, turning to him.
"That's just marvelous!" he spat out, unable to hide his sarcastic tone. "What are you? Just another rich bitch who wants to own me by the balls? Fat chance, kiddo!"
"No, you don't understand. I didn't mean it that way. Just stay with me, Nick. I ... want to love you. It's true. It sounds corny, but I mean it."
At that moment, Nick Prescott didn't doubt her. "And what's my part of the bargain? Just another cock?" and he motioned to his pecker. It hung limp and dripping between his hairy thighs.
"No, that isn't it at all. You're not just another person, someone without a name. Prescott, I need you. I need you to hold me and make me warm and secure. Is that so much to ask?"
"No, I guess it isn't," he was forced to admit.
She smiled at that, her head sinking down in the pillows.
"And where does Violet whatever-her-name fit in?" he asked. "Why is she trying to kill you? It sounds so hard to believe."
"I know it does," she admitted. "You see, she's my father's only sister. He had no brothers and his parents have been dead for years. After my mother died, she used to come and visit us a lot. Then daddy died last month and since then, everything's been hell, Prescott."
"She wants the money, I take it."
Trudy nodded her head. "You see, I turn twenty-five at the end of the month. Daddy didn't think I was responsible. He used to call me a decadent debutante. It was his favorite harangue. So he stipulated in his will that I wouldn't collect the bulk of my estate until my twenty-fifth birthday."
"Go on," he said, more interested than ever.
"But the only problem is that if I die before my birthday, the money automatically reverts to Violet, who's daddy's only living relative."
"And what if you die after your birthday?" Nick asked, reaching out to touch her boobs. He felt the nipples beginning to swell, his touch was so electric, so instantly potent.
"That's the twist," she told him, "After I turn twenty-five, when I die the money will go to charity. So she only has a month before she loses. Now do you understand?"
Sure, he thought to himself. She wants a patsy, a bodyguard just in case Violet tries anything else.
It was, he realized then, as if she was reading his mind. "I know what you're thinking, Nick. But you're wrong. You can go out of this room right now, but come back next month and I'll still feel the same. I'd rather get killed than see you suffer or get hurt. Believe me. Oh please, please believe me!"
Prescott couldn't control himself. At that moment he knew the pact was sealed. He was giving himself over to her, just as she was giving herself to him. But I have nothing else, he thought, trying to rationalize the impetuousness of his decision.
He leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth, rubbing his tongue across her lips. Trudy clung to him, afraid of letting go. But then something clicked in his mind. A test, he thought. See who's bullshitting who. Quickly, he threw her back down on the bed with a brutal wrenching shove. He still couldn't decide if she was using him as a hired stud and a bodyguard, or if she really meant what she said.
"Eat my ass out," he told her suddenly. "Show me your love, kiddo. Get down there and suck out my ass. Show me how much you love me!
Prescott began to laugh. He smirked and turned around, pushing his hard hairy ass right into her face. Trudy, however, didn't flinch. She acted immediately, without hesitating or thinking twice. He felt her gripping the cheeks of his ass as her tongue suddenly shot forward, lashing down against his hairy anal crevice.
"Thata girl," he mumbled, shaking violently. He began to moan with delight as he turned his head around to watch. Trudy kept licking his bum furrow, lubricating his bottom-hole with an abundant amount of spit.
"Stick it in," he told her, relaxing totally. Trudy pushed forward then, shoving the entire hot wet length of her tongue right inside Nick's butt. She licked up and down the tight dry walls of his rectum and he pumped back and forth, pushing his buns against her face.
He was shuddering, feeling pleasure and ecstasy. Then, spitting into the palm of his hand, Prescott began to jerk himself off while Trudy Heath worked on his ass. He knew from her energetic motions that she was enjoying herself, getting off on giving him pleasure. It said a lot to him and he was almost sorry he had acted so callously, pushing her around.
Nick kept working on his cock as Trudy fucked his ass with her mouth and tongue, penetrating in and out with long languid swipes. "Faster," he told her. "Suck on it like you've never sucked on anything else before."
He could barely contain himself and he suddenly swung around, feeling his climax coming upon him almost unawares. Quickly, he stuffed his pecker into her mouth as she kept slobbering over his groin, driving a finger right up his well-lubricated bottom.
Nick trembled as she licked and sucked his cock. Then, he screamed out as his come soared upwards and her finger pistoned in and out of his ass. "Feel it!" he screamed again. "Shit yes, baby, do it. Harder, faster!"
Trudy swallowed with eagerness, almost greed. The come poured into her throat, less thick than Prescott's first climax, but still enough to coat her tongue and teeth as she kept milking his swiftly ejaculating cock.
Beautiful, he thought to himself, watching the young woman blowing him with something he knew was more than mere sexual excitement. Her very earnestness, her desire to please, told him more than any words could have explained. And all the while she kept her finger up his ass, exciting his prostate gland as his cock danced around inside her mouth, triggering come like a machine gun, one thick wad after another.
When it was finally over, Nick fell back on the bed and Trudy lay against him, her eyes closed, her skin covered with a thin shiny layer of perspiration. He held her tightly and stroked her hair, locking at the birthmark on her forehead.
Like the mark of Cain, he thought to himself. At that moment, Nick Prescott knew that he was hooked. He knew that he was in up to his neck. But he didn't want to back away.
Holy motherfucking shit, he cursed himself. "I'm in love," he whispered, "fucking in love."