Chapter 5
"You did beautifully, Marta," Violet Heath told the woman who stood in front of her, her hands behind her back. "And I don't doubt for one second that Mr. Nick Prescott will fall for it."
"I made sure to get him worked up before I told him where you were staying, Violet," she replied, glad that she had done a good job in conning Trudy Heath's new protector. "He now knows where you can be reached. It's just a matter of time."
"Exactly. Because with Mr. Prescott out of the way, my niece will have no one to depend on. I'll show that little bitch what she's up against. She'll fall into my trap just like the spider and the fly."
Violet Heath paced back and forth the hotel room, her silver lame mules flopping as Marta stood docilely by, waiting for more instructions. She was wearing a floor-length peignoir and through the loose folds of delicate lacy material, Marta Braun could see her employer's lush matronly breast. They rose and fell as Violet walked back and forth, deciding on her next move.
"You see, Marta my sweet, murder isn't a very simple business. If Trudy is found murdered, the police will naturally come looking for me. I'm the prime suspect. But if we can implicate Mr. Prescott, make it look like a crime of passion or some such rot, I'll be able to get out scott free. And the inheritance will be mine.
"But first we have to get them here," she went on to say, slowly rubbing her hands up and down her flanks. She turned suddenly on her heel and stared intently at Marta. "Well, what do you think?"
"Flanders called an hour ago. He tailed Prescott to a loft downtown. Obviously, he's gone for a little rendezvous."
"Perfect, and if I know Prescott, he realized he was being tailed. He won't take any risks, like hustling Trudy out of the city before we can get a hold of them. No, Marta. It's all working out beautifully," and saying this she moved up to the woman, putting her hands on Marta's shoulders.
"You know how much I want to please you,
Violet," the woman said. "I worship you. I would do anything to make you happy."
"Anything is what I want, my dear," Violet Heath replied. She suddenly threw her head back and began to laugh. "Men are fools. All they have are cocks, no brains at all." She stood there, not moving, almost waiting for Marta to voice her agreement.
But instead of saying anything, the husky Marta Braun reached out with tentative shaking fingers. She pressed her palms over the high round outlines of Violet's breasts, whimpering softly. "Anything. I'll do anything," she said, moving closer.
Violet didn't say a word. She stood in the middle of the room, looking down at the other woman. With the same tentativeness which seemed to mark her relationship with Violet Heath, Marta began to slowly rub her hands over the woman's breasts.
She took her time, concentrating on exciting Violet. It was a kind of ritual and after several years of practice, she knew exactly what was expected of her. Violet was totally passive, standing there, Almost as if she were refusing to acknowledge Marta's presence.
Marta slowly untied the ribbons across the front of Violet's peignoir. Her fingers still shook and she spread the lacy silk apart, exposing the deep cleavage of Violet's breasts. She touched them lightly, delicately, not saying a word. Carefully, she lowered the nightgown off Violet's shoulders, letting it drop to her waist.
Violet's breasts rose up, large and mature, much firmer than Marta's. The nipples were already beginning to swell, darkening the mauve-colored aureoles which surrounded them. Marta kept rubbing, using her thumbs and forefingers to roll Violet's nipples back and forth. She breathed deeply, watching them grow hard and pointy. Her fingertips kept grazing against the woman's boobs until Marta felt herself breaking out in a sweat, her skin growing hot and itchy.
The thrill of sexual contact spread throughout her body, centering at her loins. Slowly, she pulled the rest of Violet's negligee down off of her hips, letting it fall to the floor. Violet didn't even bother to kick it off. She stood there, stony, a statue that seemed barely alive.
"I must touch you," Marta whispered. She knew Violet and sensed the woman's own pleasure in this slow and torturous seduction. She wanted to excite her as much as possible and she crouched down. Rubbing her palms up and down Violet's sides, she stared at the thick curling bush of pubic hair between Violet's thighs.
Her eyes bugged out at the sight and she cupped the two twin quivering cheeks of Violet's ass. An incredible excitement was coursing through her and Marta felt her pussy getting juicy, the long thin stalk of her clitoris growing firm and erect. It was like a miniature cock and it tingled between her cunt lips.
Squeezing her thighs together, she felt the increased throbbing of her twat. Moving almost in slow-motion, her fingers like feathers, she tickled Violet's ass and then ran her finger up and down the warm soft crevice between the cheeks of the woman's bottom.
"Get undressed, Marta," Violet suddenly said, moving towards the bed. "Show me how devoted you are, my dear. You may not have balls, but you're more than enough for any woman." She laughed once again, shrill and dissonant as she sank back on the bed, spreading her legs apart.
She didn't touch herself and Marta quickly undressed, dropping her clothes to the floor. Her sagging breasts seemed plumper and more elastic than usual and despite her middle age, she was still capable of feeling sexual delight.
Marta got on the bed, sitting on the backs of her legs, looking down at Violet Heath's lush swollen pubic mound. The outer lips were puffy, visible beneath the ringlets of damp pubic hair. They seemed to be engorged with blood and she felt her own pussy tingling and pulsating in response.
"Touch me," Violet whispered. "Use your mouth, your hands. Excite me, Marta." There was physical hunger there, a hunger that was a dull ache in Violet's loins. Her pussy was filling up with juice, pungent sap which welled up and trickled over her hairy mons. Violet kept her eyes averted, not saying a word but biting down on her lower lip with a look of avid concentration.
Marta Braun could barely stop her fingers from trembling. The silence seemed to be overwhelming and her excitement was proportionate as she stared with incredible lust at the sight of her employer's lush hairy snatch. "Beautiful, beautiful baby," she whispered, her eyes gleaming with delight and approval. She could see the damp droplets of cunt juice which shone on Violet's soft and curly thatch. Her mouth was watering and she knew she couldn't hold herself back much longer.
"Feel it! Oh yes, touch me, bitch!" Violet suddenly screamed out,
Marta didn't wait any longer. She had been given her cue and she knew exactly what was expected of her. Quickly, she bent forward, stretching out on the bed. Her mouth was drooling as she rubbed her lips back and forth across Violet's pussy. The hairs grew longitudinally, up and down, an irregular rectangular patch which still managed to reveal the two smooth thick lips of her mound.
It was to these succulent lobes of cunt flesh that Marta attached her lips, sucking on them hotly as she ran her hands up and down Violet's body. As for Trudy's aunt, Violet was silent, but she trembled slightly as Marta held her around the ass, feeling the rounded curve of her backside as she began to lick in earnest.
Marta pawed at the other woman's twat with her fingers, trying to open up the lips to see how her clit was responding. Violet spread her legs wider apart, bending them slightly. She groaned out as Marta opened up her box and her long thin clitoris popped into view.
Marta now had what she wanted, her front teeth clamped around it and she began to suck Violet's clitoris right up into her mouth, licking the hot pungent fluids which still trickled down the walls of the woman's snatch.
The lips pulled back, her clit and vulva exposed, Marta lapped the slimy hot folds of Violet's muff, nibbling delicately on the pearly knob of her clit as Violet's moans grew louder. She was no longer playing at being silent and passive. She was acting like the woman Marta knew she loved, demanding more and more.
And Marta gave her all. Her tongue swooped inside, flicking and lashing in and out of Violet's box as she kept pawing at her, her fingers going around to pull apart the white cheeks of Violet's Heath's ass, to rub up and down along the damp hot furrow where her asshole awaited her stimulating and lascivious touch.
Something was happening to Violet, something she had often experienced before. She felt wanton and lewd. She wanted to scream and rake her nails across Marta's heaving back, wanted to curse her and yet tell Marta how much she was exciting her. Violet's eyes never left the sight of Marta's cunt and she began to scream as Marta kept eating her cunt, slurping madly and excitedly in and out of her crimson pussy.
"More," Violet begged. "Do it. Suck on it. Suck on my clit, bitch! Take it in your mouth and make me come. Oh shit, yes, yes! Fuck me, Marta! Let me feel your cunt. Rub it against me. I need your pussy, your red-hot juicy cunt!"
Greedy for more, pleased that Violet was responding so energetically, so lustily, Marta thrust one finger up into Violet's heated juicy twat, wiggling it around.
"Do it, you fucker!" she wailed. "Oh shit don't do this to me. Fuck me. Let me feel your pussy. Fuck me until I faint, until I come. Oh, Marta I want to feel you so badly. I need it. I'm on fire. You're burning me!"
She pulled away, reached behind and stuck a pillow under her ass, waving to Marta with her hands as she held her legs apart, begging to be mounted.
Violet's mouth opened, wide and sensuous. Marta kept gasping as Violet Heath stretched out her tongue, using it to beckon her on, flicking and hissing like the she-demon that she really was. Marta ran her fingers against her pussy. But she knew that she mustn't act hastily. She knew that she had to wait until Violet begged for more.
"What are you waiting for!" Violet demanded, pawing at her cunt, pulling the lips back so that she managed to display her clit. It wiggled enticingly, egging Marta on.
Her cunt looked so wide that it seemed to Marta Braun that she could thrust her entire hand inside. The very notion gave her chills of pleasure and she thought of all the dildoes she had performed with, all the phallic contraptions she had strapped over her pussy, acting as Violet's masculine lover, cock and all.
But now there didn't seem to be time for gimmicks.
She kept stroking her pussy, eying Violet hotly, not saying a word to her, feeling like a man and not yet making her move.
Violet was far too impatient to lay there and wait for Marta. She pushed herself up, her mouth coming down against Marta's vagina. She began to lick and suck on her pussy, but Marta still kept her cool. She felt the warmth and wetness of her lover's mouth. She felt the way Violet's lips sucked tightly on her thick stubby clitoris, rubbing against the highly stretched skin. Marta groaned delightedly, knowing that she wanted something more from Violet, something extra.
Quickly, she leaned back on the bed, pulling her legs up over her head. She held them there, revealing the coarse and dark-haired crevice of her ass. "You see that, Violet my beauty?" she asked, feeling more masculine and dominant than ever before. "You see that nice brown asshole of mine? Well, my beauty, my pet, I want you to get down there with that hot little tongue of yours and suck on it. You hear me, Violet? I want you to eat my ass out. And if you do a good job, I'm going to rub my pussy against your cunt until you won't be able to stop screaming from the pleasure."
"I won't, bitch!" Violet said defiantly. Secretly, she knew the script, the rules of the game. The scenario had been worked out long before and there were few surprises. She knew that she had to do what was expected of her, just as Marta had to act the way she did.
Marta's plump white ass cheeks trembled as she held herself in position. She waited for Violet to get down on her hands and knees and rim her out.
"I said do it!" Marta yelled once again, her gruff Germanic voice booming loudly in the still room. She reached out with one hand and rubbed her fingers against Violet's pussy. Slowly, trembling violently, Violet Heath sank down on her hands and knees.
She bent into a position of submission, holding her breath. But she knew she had to do this and slowly she stretched out her tongue. She dabbed at the short dark hairs ringing Marta's chink. Marta felt the delicate pointy tip of her lover's tongue and she pushed forward, ramming her ass in Violet's face.
Violet groaned loudly and suddenly was on her, gripping Marta's buttocks with both hands as she began to tongue and lap her bottomhole in earnest. "More," Marta called out. "Work it right inside. If you're good I'll give you slimy cunt, just for you, Violet my beauty, my love, my little pet."
The words thrilled both of them. Violet enjoyed being treated like a slave, a sexual object and she worked even harder, really getting into things and into Marta Braun's ass in particular. Her tongue licked circles up and around the puckers and folds of her unusually hairy anus, sponging it down with saliva as Marta kept trembling, feeling Violet's hot mouth breathing down on her ass.
When Marta pushed forward again, humping into Violet's mouth, the tip of Violet's tongue made contact and slipped easily inside, running up and down her dry tight anal walls. Her touch drove Marta crazy and she flung her hands out and pushed Violet's face down, shoving her ass into the other woman's mouth.
Finally, Marta began to pull Violet around. She straddled her, her legs on either side of Violet's face as she kept working on her ass. Leaning forward, Marta once again began to work on Violet's pussy, the two of them sixty-nining.
Keeping her tongue in place, Marta rubbed one finger in and out of Violet's snatch, moistening it with juice. When it was coated with a glistening lubricated film, she moved it out and pulled apart the woman's buttocks. Violet's pink puckered hole, feminine whereas hers was far more hairy and masculine, excited Marta wildly. Maddened and no longer in control of herself, she shoved her finger right up into Violet's ass.
Violet screamed out, but it seemed too late.
Marta's finger rotated around as she kept slurping on Violet's twat, licking and sucking on that long erect finger that was her clit. Violet felt wonderful tingling sensations in her bottom as Marta kept pistoning her finger in and out, thinking of what it would be like to shove a dildo right up Violet's ass, something she had never attempted before.
"Harder!" she told Violet, feeling the woman's tongue rasping in and out, moving faster and faster until the two of them were pumping back and forth, rolling about on the bed. Marta's pussy was rubbing between Violet's tits and the friction made her shiver excitedly. She wanted to come, but she knew enough to hold back, realizing that Violet would not at all be pleased with such a premature orgasm.
No longer willing or even able to hold herself back, Marta suddenly pulled Violet away. She threw Violet down on her back, ripping her legs apart. Then she fell heavily on top of her, her cunt lips squishing apart, opening Violet's pussy at the same time.
"Yes, do it, pump!" Violet called out, enjoying being victimized. Marta shoved back and forth and a wail of passion escaped from between Violet's lips. She felt her clit scraping against Marta's thick thumblike projection, the two sets of lips squishing open and shut, rubbing back and forth as the friction and heat kept building up, mounting between them.
"Yes, yes I feel it," Violet moaned, her cunt juicer than ever. Marta bent her head down and sucked on her boobs, licking them heatedly as Violet kept pushing upwards, rubbing her pussy back and forth until she felt her climax readying itself.
"Come with me," Marta urged, her body rippling as if moving through water. The hairy surface of Violet's pussy rubbed against the inner walls of her own cunt, making her shiver with spasms of incredible fuck-hunger. She wanted to use the dildos, but she kept silent, knowing it was too late to alter the scheme of things.
And when Violet began to come, she seemed to change as well. Slowly, even as her orgasm took hold of her, rocking her back and forth on the bed, she turned more dominant, sinister, knowing that the little game was over.
"Do it, come, bitch!" Violet screamed, her cunt trickling great drops of hot slimy juice, matting the hairs of both their pubic mounds. "Feel it, yes. Yes. It's good, isn't it, Marta? You love me, don't you. You fucking dyke bitch, come, come with me!"
Marta kept wailing until her throat felt dry and parched. Her clit was burning and she finally let go, coming like a skyrocket, biting down on one of Violet's nipples as the room seemed to spin around her and she knew how much she was controlled by Violet Heath. But it no longer mattered, no longer seemed important. She was feeling pleasure and she kept pumping down against Violet's as if she had a cock, something she would always miss not possessing.
The morning after the orgy, Nick Prescott woke up with a hang-over that threatened to shatter his sanity. His opened his eyes, rubbed them with the backs of his hands and tried to see where he was. The blinds were drawn, but he made out the outlines of Stacy Roberts' loft.
He was lying on a mattress and through the dim gloom he saw several other bodies, as naked as he was, stretched out on the floor, snoring loudly. Turning his head to the side, he saw Trudy, her thumb in her mouth like a sleeping child. Trying not to wake her, he slowly got to his feet.
Nick staggered forward, nearly losing his balance. A shower, he said to himself, knowing that he needed something to clear his head. He found the bathroom and shut the door behind him, getting into the stall. Luckily, the water was hot and he leaned against one wall, letting it course down long and hard against his body.
When he heard the bathroom door being opened, Nick refused to move. His head felt swollen, bloated and he soaped himself up, wondering who had come into the bathroom. "Good morning," he heard someone say and he barely remembered the voice.
Then the shower curtain was pulled back and he found himself staring at Stacy Roberts. She stood before him, one hand on her hip, a smile on her face. And just as naked as he was. "How're you doing this morning? Quite a workout we had last night, wouldn't you say?"
"To put it mildly," Prescott replied. He could not help but stare at her, just as turned on to her long lean body as he had been the night before. "My brain feels as if it's been scrambled up and then put back together again. Only the pieces don't fit." He was not embarrassed at his nudity. Quite to the contrary, for even as he stood there, his cock showed signs of coming to life. Stacy noticed this as well and she kept smiling, stepping into the tub and pulling the curtain behind her. "Mind if I join you?" she asked.
Prescott only grunted, staring at the inviting hairy mound, sparser than Trudy's but no less enticing, between Stacy's legs. But he felt lazy, still drugged. He didn't move as she stood in front of him, rubbing soap over her body. The longer he stared, the more convinced he became that he would have her when he was ready.
Stacy rubbed her hands over her boobs, cradling them in her palms. She played with her nipples, staring at Nick's cock. It was already rising up, growing longer and stiffer as he too kept looking at her, watching her play with herself.
"I like you," she told him, reaching out to run her fingers up and down the length of his tool. "I usually don't like men, but you're an exception, Prescott."
He laughed then, curling his lips back, thinking, let her do all the work. She probably likes that kind of thing, anyway. "So you don't like men, is that it? That's cool. Whatever you say, lady."
She looked at him curiously, gripping his cock and curling her fingers around it. She began to tug up and down, watching it swell as the water kept spraying down on them. "You're different," she said again. "You're not pushy, like most men I know."
Nick knew what she was after. He realized that Stacy was the kind of woman who liked to call the shots and control each and every sexual episode in her life. That was fine with him and his hands hung limp by his sides as she suddenly bent down in a crouch. Without so much as a word, she opened her mouth and pushed her head forward. Nick moaned hotly as he felt the edges of Stacy's front teeth scraping down against his cock-shaft.
He humped forward, stuffing his meat into her mouth, leaning against one wall and looking down at her. She was literally gobbling up his cock, smacking her lips, bobbing her head back and forth and taking in every last thick inch of his virile pecker.
"Thata girl," he told her. "Take your time, sugar. I like blow-jobs. They relax me." His cock was now fully erect, banging against the back of her throat as she gurgled hotly, licking and sucking on his dick as she reached up and began to fondle his nuts. She cupped them in one hand, tickling the root of his scrotal sac.
But Nick didn't want to shoot in her mouth. He hadn't tasted her pussy yet and he held himself back, knowing that she would stop in just another few minutes. "Keep it up, baby. Suck it in. Taste it. It's all ready for you, nice and juicy," he said, the words slipping easily off his tongue as he pushed her head against his hairy groin and trembled with his rising excitement.
Finally, Stacy pulled her mouth away. She stood up and Nick reached out for her. But she was slippery and too fast for him. Laughing uproariously she pulled back the shower curtain and stepped out of the tub. Prescott, however, was not about to let her go so easily.
Stacy's pussy was too inviting, the hairs soaking wet so that he could see the outline of her vulva. The very tip of her clitoris projected forward, a small red-tipped knob he longed to fasten his lips around.
"Not so fast," he told her, getting out of the bathtub as she stood by the sink. He grabbed her around the shoulders and pushed her against the wash basin, forcing her legs apart with his burly and powerful thighs.
"What is this, Mr. Prescott?" she asked. "Rape?"
"It's whatever you want to call it," he told her. He couldn't hold back. His pecker seemed to lead him forward, thick and rigid as he tried to pierce her. He shoved down, angling his cock towards the slightly dilated set of cunt lips he saw before him.
Stacy tried to squirm away, still giggling, enjoying teasing him. But the more she wiggled back and forth, the more unnerved Nick Prescott became. With a powerful lunge forward he slammed the head of his penis right up against her hole. She screamed out, but it was too late. He had succeeded in lodging his blood-engorged glans right into place and he bore down on her, pushing her back as he kept slamming forward.
Nick kept moving, feeling the yielding slickness of Stacy's cunt frictioning against his cock-skin. More than half of his red-hot cunt-rammer was buried inside her, four thick inches feeling her juices and tight embracing cunt folds, four more waiting to feel the tightness and warmth of her twat.
"Feel it going in, sugar," he whispered to her, pressing her back against the sink as his ass pumped back and forth and slowly but surely he managed to stuff the entire length of his virile dong right inside her snatch.
Stacy began to tremble. The water dripped off their bodies, forming a pool on the black and white tile floor as she seemed to give up. She held Nick around the waist, shoving forward, meeting his masterful banging lunges with a fierce desire all her own.
The lips of her twat were not fully opened, stretched apart by the thickness of Nick's cock. She felt her clit being frictioned by his shaft and she clung to him, wiggling to and fro, urging him on as she concentrated on the pleasure.
"Yes, do it. Harder, Mr. Prescott. Oh fuck yes, fill me, baby. Slam it in, faster, faster!" she called out, gasping for breath.
Nick didn't stop until he was fully enhorsed. His nuts hung outside, flopping wetly against her thighs as he slowly pulled half of his cock out and slammed it in again. He began to pump back and forth, shoving in and out with great searing lunges as Stacy kept begging him on, urging him to ram it into her very depths.
"Feel it," Prescott said again. "It's cock, lady. Red-hot thick juicy meat. How can you say that you don't like men? You're loving every minute of this, kiddo. I'm moving right inside your pussy. Isn't it good? Don't you like having your cherry taken by a man, a big fucking hairy man!"
He kept laughing at her expense, reaching down with one hand to push his fingers against the wet deep cleft of her ass.
She's fucking juicy, all right, he realized as soon as he came in contact with the matted hairs lining her anal chink.
Stacy kept pushing upwards, the position hard to maintain standing up, using the sink for support. She began to whimper, neighing faintly as Nick kept at it. But when she felt his fingers sliding around and pressing against her asshole, pushing forward against the tight puckers and swirls of her anus, she began to relax. She pushed up a little and Nick slammed his middle finger deep inside her butt, wiggling it around as he kept plowing into her pussy.
His cock felt the warmth of her vagina and he kept working it in and out, loving the way Stacy's lush round ass cheeks wiggled in response to his probing pistoning finger. He pounded down into her, his hairy groin rubbing against her smooth flat boyish belly as he sucked on her neck, frigging her ass with one finger and taking his fill.
"Don't stop now," she finally whispered. "It's good, baby. I don't like cock that much but this is good, real good. But you're so big, You'll have to fuck my ass, too. Won't you? Oh say yes. Say it, Prescott!"
"Sure baby, sure," he muttered, feeling his come rising. It was like sap in a tree and he was ready to shoot. But he wanted Stacy to come at the same time. His finger slammed up into her tight dry ass and when she finally screamed out with joy, he let loose all of his hot pent-up semen.
A banshee cry of lust rose from his chest as he began to tremble, pouring a steaming load of come into her hole. Stacy began to scream at the same time, feeling the thick viscid liquid soaring into her twat, bathing the walls of her vagina with a soothing balm.
"More, give me more!" she kept screaming, flinging herself from side to side as Nick continued to shoot, his cock ejaculating rapidly until he had drained himself dry, every last bit of come poured into her snatch.
Finally, he stopped moving, leaning heavily against her.
But Stacy wasn't finished. She was still shivering, her orgasm making her toss about, spastic, uncontrollable as she heaved to and fro and felt Nick's cock going half-erect inside her pussy. She had never felt anything nearly as good with a man before and she didn't stop until her sap dripped down the walls of her snatch, coating his cock and matting her pubic hairs. Her belly was covered with the thin slimy liquid of her momentous pleasure.
"It felt so good," she told him when he finally pulled his limp soggy cock out of her hole. White flecks of come adhered to her cunt lips and he gave her ass a final pistoning jab before removing his finger.
"I knew you'd love it," he replied. But his mind was already on other things. "There'll be other times, I'm sure. But how about some coffee. My head's still out of whack."
Looking momentarily disappointed, Stacy reached for a towel and dried herself off. She fondled Nick's limp dick for an instant, shrugged her shoulders and left the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
"What now?" Nick Prescott said aloud. "What the fuck are we supposed to do now?"