Chapter 3
The shining optimism Laura radiated began to fade rapidly as the days rolled by, and not a single prospective employer called. Day after day she hounded the employment agencies, hearing the same weary explanation over and over: Jobs are phoned in on the spur of the moment when a vacancy occurs, and they would call her the second they found something suitable. Each day Laura eagerly groomed herself with care and read the classifieds and made the rounds of the agencies, until she was pointedly told not to bother the busy interviewers, and that she would be called the moment something turned up. After a week there wasn't a single agency she dared walk into, for fear of having her application tossed away in disgust. Too anxious to sit at home-Virginia assured her she would take any message down carefully-Laura left the apartment each morning and spent her day exploring the city, sporadically leaving applications in different banks and insurance companies as she wandered from Chinatown to Fisherman's Wharf to the Marina, dazzled by the exotic shops and quaint stores, jostled by a dozen different nationalities wherever she went.
And almost every day a man tried to pick her up, most of them politely, some brazenly and a few lecherously. She coldly rejected each, whether he was a longhair or a brash, fast-talking pimp, or a well-dressed businessman. Her mother's advice rang sharply in her ears wherever she went. No formal introduction, no date. With each firm rejection, she felt stronger, more secure and in control of herself. In her nightly bath, she scrupulously thought of her parents whenever her fingers hovered uncertainly around her soft thighs, and in her bedroom she used the full-length mirror only for dressing, the memory of her obscene posing exhibition in her shabby hotel room-and its frightening aftermath-stingingly vivid in her mind.
She was breathless in anticipation each afternoon when she went back to the apartment, telling herself that this time there was bound to be a message waiting for her from one of the agencies or companies where she'd left an application. And each afternoon, Virginia, who was usually awake by five, would sadly shake I her head. Only once after that night when Laura's suppressed passion had erupted into a violent masturbation did Virginia bring another man home with her, although a few times she stayed out 'til dawn before coming home alone. Laura woke briefly to listen to their torrid love-making, grimly fought the wild urge in her blood and finally went back to sleep with a smile of triumph on her face. She saw Virginia for only a little while each day, minutes at a time during Virginia's bathing and grooming process before she went out for the night, and to Laura's vast relief, their strange, lascivious body-contact never happened again after their first meeting. Laura invariably stayed in the apartment at night alone, watching television or listening to music and reading. There was an occasional cryptic phone message for Virginia, usually a man's voice leaving a number or an address with a specified time. Laura never probed into the woman's business, too preoccupied with her own precarious situation. She was rapidly running out of money, although she ate the cheapest foods and never spent more than fifty cents a day on carfare.
A week after she moved in, she met the landlord and his wife, an experience which left her disturbed. The older couple were sitting in the living room chatting with Virginia when Laura returned from job-hunting, and she immediately sensed something strange about them. They were in their early fifties, prosperous-looking-Virginia later explained that they were very wealthy, owning a lot of lucrative properties in the area-and even attractive in a faded-sexy way, considering their age.
Laura politely declined their offer of a drink, but sat down with them for awhile at Virginia's invitation. Virginia seemed to know them intimately, and while the three talked about real-estate and stock speculation, the husband and wife alternately eyed the young blonde in a way that made her skin crawl, both of them at times staring rather pointedly at her full breasts and long shapely legs, the wife staring at her thighs so lustfully that Laura felt her face turning beet-red with embarrassment. Virginia didn't seem to notice, but after a few minutes Laura had to excuse herself and went to her bedroom while they talked in very low tones. She had the odd feeling they were discussing her and came to the positive conclusion that, regardless of how much Virginia might like them, or how rich they were, they were definitely creeps.
Even Virginia was beginning to make her uneasy with her embarrassing personal questions: Didn't Laura have a boy friend by now? Wasn't she having sex with someone, even casually? How had she gotten along in bed with her ex-husband? Wasn't she afraid that she might be frigid? The questions were slipped subtly into small talk, and because Laura felt so indebted to her voluptuous roommate, she always answered truthfully, thinking Virginia was just curious because she liked her so much.
Yet there was always an air of suspense around Virginia, and Laura had the eerie sensations the other woman was biding her time, waiting for something.
Ten days after she'd moved into the plush apartment, Laura found herself flat broke. Her rent wasn't due for almost three weeks yet, but she could no longer take a streetcar downtown to look for a job-it was too far to walk-and her food supply was almost gone. Laura hung around the apartment that day while Virginia slept, wondering frantically why she hadn't found a job after searching so intensely. She didn't have the courage to ask Virginia for a loan, nor could she write to her parents who could barely eke out a living themselves on their few rocky acres of land. There seemed to be only one possibility and she clung to it fiercely, pacing the apartment with nervous steps until Virginia would wake up. At four that afternoon, her tall, sleepy-eyed roommate came out of her bedroom and Laura hurried to pour her a cup of coffee. They sat together at the small dinette table, Virginia carelessly exposing an alluring white expanse of her cleavage as her robe flopped open, her eyes warm and thoughtful on the young blonde.
"I can't understand why no one's called me," Laura said with desperation. "I must have left a hundred applications since I've come to town, and I haven't had a single reply."
"Business recession," Virginia said sympathetically. "I've seen it like this before, honey. You can knock yourself out and look like a million dollars, but if there aren't any jobs, it's tough. How's your money holding out, Laura?"
The girl stared back at her, red-faced. "I've got four cents, a can of tuna fish and a half-dozen eggs. Virginia, I was hoping ... you could talk to Bob for me. Remember he said he might have a vacancy for a receptionist?" Laura's voice grew eager: "I'm sure I can handle that, I can even type letters for him. Won't you please talk to him for me, Virginia?"
Virginia nodded and went over to the phone. While she dialed, Laura frowned, wondering if she'd actually seen a gleam of triumph in the other woman's eyes when she'd told her she was broke, or whether her desperate situation was twisting her imagination. It only lasted a second, but she could have sworn Virginia was almost ... happy at the news. Her roommate talked briefly on the phone, hung up and came back to the table.
"He'll be done in a minute, honey. You're really in a tough spot, you know. But I think that Bob and I can get you out of it. I was in your situation when I came to town almost ten years ago, Laura, and I was lucky enough to find someone really ... interested in me. Now I drive a new car every year, I've got a mink in the closet, two bank accounts and I fly to Europe whenever I feel like it. You can do the same, honey," she said huskily, stroking Laura's arm and with a soft vibrant caress, "if you'll just listen to me and Bob."
"But how?" Laura asked curiously, a sharp stab of excitement tingling in her blood at the thought of being that rich.
"Public relations is a big business now," Virginia replied smoothly, "with a lot of different angles to it. Bob and I will show you the ropes, and I think after awhile you'll get to the point where you really love your work," she smiled, her eyes glittering with a light that made Laura unconsciously shiver. "There are so many fringe benefits; parties, free liquor, free dinners at fine restaurants, bonuses, tax-free gifts from very satisfied customers, maybe an occasional free trip to Europe too, once in awhile, if you play your cards right. You just have to look beautiful at all times and remember the customer is always right...."
Laura listened with fascination, and was about to ask a dozen questions when the doorbell buzzed. Virginia let Bob in and they both sat at the dinette with freshly made martinis while Laura had a cup of coffee, her body trembling with eagerness and her mind echoing Virginia's exciting description. At least the mystery of Virginia's occupation was cleared up. She obviously worked for Bob in his public relations business. He looked more prosperous than ever with his easy, charming smile and custom-tailored clothes. Laura wondered innocently how Virginia could find other men attractive enough to sleep with when her boy friend was so handsome.
"About the receptionist's job," Bob said with a sigh, "I'm afraid that's out, Laura. The girl has decided to stay on."
Laura's face fell when she saw all the fabulous, glittering rewards Virginia had described in such glowing terms slipping far away from her, forever out of reach.
"But," Bob went on, grinning, "I do have an opening in my escort service. Just a few hours' work, Laura, but it's a chance to enjoy yourself and make-"
"Fifty dollars," Virginia broke in, throwing Bob a sharp look. "And you'll get to go to a few of the better nightclubs and see some floor shows."
"Escort service?" Laura echoed, baffled. "Fifty dollars for just going to a few nightclubs?"
"That's right," Bob nodded, smiling his warm friendly grin. "You see, part of my business is keeping out-of-town big shots entertained. They come to a strange city on business for one or two days, they get lonely at night and they don't want to go out by themselves. So I keep them happy by providing company for an evening, usually a pretty young girl like yourself. It's all on the up and up, Laura. Normally, you'd get a lavish dinner thrown in free, but this particular ... ah, customer, doesn't care about eating so much. He just wants to have a few drinks, a few laughs with a pretty girl, that's all."
Laura listened carefully, thought for a minute and then said: "I don't know, Bob. It sounds like awfully easy money, but I promised my mother before I left Kansas that I wouldn't ever go out with a stranger-"
"Suppose Bob and I came with you to chaperone?" Virginia said quickly, squeezing her hand. "We're your friends-Wouldn't that be all right with your mother?"
Laura nodded eagerly, her heart thumping with excitement at the easy solution. No matter who the stranger turned out to be, she'd be completely safe with Bob and Virginia. Then a moment later her face fell again. "But I'm not twenty-one," she sighed, "so I can't get into a nightclub, and besides, I don't drink."
Bob waved his hand airily. "Hell, I'll fix that. I've got an I.D. you can use until I fix you up with one of your own. I mean," he added quickly, "if you decide you like being an escort and want more dates. And you don't have to drink, of course, although my client would like it more if you did."
"Why don't you call your client now. Bob?" Virginia said, standing up, "And I'll help Laura get ready." She smiled down at the young blonde. "The date is for tonight at eight o'clock, so I think we ought to eat now, honey, and then make ourselves beautiful, okay?"
Laura nodded happily, just a trifle dazed by the swiftness of the event. "It sounds like terrific fun," she said innocently.
"Just stunning," Virginia sighed as she hovered over Laura at seven-thirty. "Honey, you even make my mouth water."
Laura blushed as she stood in front of the mirror, fascinated by the way Virginia had applied makeup to her blonde-framed face, using swift, professional touches to make her look slightly older and much sexier. She wore her best dress, dull compared to Virginia's sleek tight-fitting black silk dress, but with heavy eye shadow and borrowed jewelry, she had to admit to herself that she looked alluring, at the very least. The dress was plain but snug, so that its simplicity merely pointed up her lusciously rounded breasts, narrow waist, and smoothly tapered legs. Virginia stood beside her at the mirror, primping Laura's long glossy hair, one hand resting lightly on her soft ass-cheek as she spoke in a throaty voice:
"Now listen carefully, Laura: It won't hurt to sip at a drink, just to be social. You'll hurt your date's feelings if you don't make him spend money, so order martinis and just coast on one drink. Let him do all the talking and if he puts his hand on your knee under the table, don't panic. Pretend you don't notice...." Her fingers gently stroked and rubbed Laura's buttocks, and the girl shivered at the bold familiarity. "See what I mean?" Virginia chuckled, squeezing her ass-cheek lasciviously. "A little body contact doesn't hurt, baby. Don't ask him any personal questions, especially about his family. Hell, he's in town to get away from them, usually. He'll want to go to a topless show-they're all nude nowadays-so don't act shocked when you see a bevy of naked girls flaunting their tits and asses at you. Just have a good time and don't worry about anything. Ready to go?"
Laura nodded eagerly, sucking in her breath as Virginia suddenly traced a fingertip hard down the crevice of her buttocks with a lewd chuckle. She wanted to protest, but it seemed like a joke at the time, so she laughed nervously instead. She followed Virginia down to the garage, where Bob was impatiently glancing at his watch. "We have to pick him up at his hotel," he explained. The three of them got in Virginia's shiny new convertible, and the car lurched onto the street as Virginia drove with cheerful recklessness, heading downtown. Laura sat in the middle of the front seat, her thigh pressing uncomfortably tight to Bob's, and she stiffened slightly when his arm rested over her shoulder and his fingers dangled carelessly down onto the swell of her upper breast, casually caressing the tawny flesh above the low-cut neckline of her dress. Her face reddened as his fingers grew bolder, tracing tiny circles and edging down closer to her covered nipple.
"Cut it out, Bob," Virginia said sharply, and he quickly withdrew his arm with a shrug. Laura looked curiously at her sleek roommate, startled at the authority in her voice, wondering if she worked for Bob after all, or whether it was possibly the reverse. At the moment she was too excited to care: She felt exhilarated with adventure, and awed by the prospect of actually dating a rich man and being paid an incredible fifty dollars simply for letting him spend money on her. She squirmed her buttocks on the soft leather seat, reveling in the luxurious feel of the new car, basking in her new glow of sophistication. Even Virginia's vulgar humor as she fondled Laura's buttocks a few minutes before in the apartment couldn't destroy the young girl's adoring trust in her new found roommate. If she listened to Virginia, she could have a gleaming new car like this someday, possibly even a mink coat in her closet and two bank accounts! It seemed amazingly simple, so simple she wondered if she might be dreaming.
The car swung recklessly through the congested night traffic, until Virginia jerked it to a halt in front of an impressively lavish hotel, and Bob quickly got out.
"Why don't you get in the back seat now, honey," Virginia said to Laura. She hurried to obey, peering at the front entrance of the hotel curiously. A minute later she saw Bob emerge with a powerfully built man who must have been in his mid-forties. He looks like a gorilla, Laura thought with revulsion. For a moment they stood on the sidewalk a dozen feet away, talking in low tones, and Laura sensed they were arguing about her. Finally, the squat man nodded brusquely and they came to the car. The man climbed in beside her, his hard eyes sweeping over her face to her breasts to her legs in one rapid movement before his lips spread in a delighted grin.
"Laura, this is Carl Fraser," Bob said rapidly from the front seat. Before she could say anything, the car swung out from the curb and entered the stream of traffic. Feeling intensely awkward, Laura held out her hand and the big man clutched it in his meaty fist with surprising gentleness, but his voice was a deep rumble.
"You're a hell of a lot lovelier than Bob said, Laura. Jesus, you're built! Are you sure she isn't sixteen?" he asked Bob.
"Don't you wish!" Bob laughed.
"Easy does it, everybody," Virginia said from the driver's seat. Laura had the uneasy feeling they were all hiding something from her, and she sat rigidly, staring straight ahead at first, feeling the man's eyes smoldering on her face and body. He was ugly, Laura thought, but in a kind of strange powerful way, his piercing eyes dominating a pudgy face. She'd always imagined rich businessman were cultured and educated, but she'd heard of self-made men and decided Carl Fraser must fit the mold perfectly. His huge hand came to rest on hers, squeezing it as it lay idly on the car seat.
"Take it easy, kid," he rasped, "I won't bite you. Hey Bob, hit the first nightclub you see. I think a drink will loosen her up. Never mind the booby shows."
"Well, I want to see them," Virginia chuckled, "and we're almost on Titty Row, so hang on."
Ten minutes later the car was parked in a lot on Broadway, and as they got out, Laura gaped up and down the busy street at scores of glaring signs advertising naked girls, some of them illustrated with immense girls sporting impossibly huge breasts and buttocks. In less than five minutes they were all seated in a dark, noisy nightclub with drinks in front of them and a half-dozen totally naked girls swaying and grinding their spotlighted bodies in rhythm to the jarring band, on a stage six feet away.
Laura was grateful their table was so dark: She'd never seen another naked girl, and the spectacle of six of them proudly displaying their breasts and pubic hair and even-she saw with an added shock-their pink pussies before an audience made her face turn crimson with embarrassment. Without thinking, she took a gulp of her drink and began coughing violently, feeling Carl's massive hand thumping on her back.
"She'll be all right," Virginia shouted above the ear-splitting music. "She doesn't drink very much."
A minute later, gasping lungfuls of air, Laura straightened up and watched the show, hiding her shock beneath a taut smile. There seemed to be an endless variety of breasts and nipples and pubic mounds, all contrasting with each other.
None of them danced with any pretense of grace, but ground their hips to a steady, obscene rhythm, thrusting their hair-fringed vaginas with a bored mechanical air, except for one slender girl who seemed to hypnotize Virginia. Her petite breasts bounced only slightly and her face was intense as she snaked her slim hips to a wild, lascivious rhythm, her small dark pubic triangle seeming to grip an invisible penis. At the same moment Laura took a delicate sip of her martini, her first gulp hit her with vicious impact. Before, she'd felt only slightly dizzy but now she felt a hot glow radiating from her stomach outward through her loins and nipples and brain like a jolt of electric current. She slowly realized as she watched the nakedly jerking girls that one of them was squinting at her with a strange hungry expression, actually directing her gyrating thighs at her! She thought it must be her imagination but Virginia leaned over and said in her ear: "I think the redhead has a crush on you, honey!"
Laura bit her lip with embarrassment, hoping no one else had noticed. The redhead was smiling at her now, grinding her voluptuously thick thighs and coarse reddish triangle with clumsy fervor. Laura didn't know why or what the depraved creature saw in her, but she had a sudden powerful urge to escape all of them. She felt sorry for them, having to make a living in this revolting manner, and decided it wasn't much better than being a prostitute. She leaned close to Carl and said: "May we go after this drink, please?"
He clutched her arm. "Anything you want, baby. Hell, you're more stacked and beautiful than any of 'em. We'll go now."
He told the others and Virginia looked irritated, but said nothing as Carol tossed a large bill on the table and they faded out. The air was clean and crisp in Laura's nostrils, clearing her mind. They decided on a jazz emporium down the block, and feeling much more relaxed and grateful to Carl for his quick response, Laura began smiling at him playfully as they listened to the jazz, sipping two drinks cautiously in a row. She felt very high and full of excitement after awhile, laughing uproariously at the businessman's remarks, hoping she wasn't acting drunk and firmly refusing another drink after that. Virginia seemed delighted at her behavior and Bob grinned encouragingly at her across the table.
Laura was astonished at her own date's behavior. She'd started out expecting the worst from him and he hadn't said a single vulgar word or even put his hand on her leg. He was a gentleman, Laura decided with a warm glow, a considerate, charming man in spite of his gorilla-like appearance. She decided that the hard, primitive gleam in his eyes must be the businessman's traditional shrewdness and once, feeling giddy with alcohol, she put her arm around his neck and nuzzled her cheek to his out of gratitude.
"I can wait, honey," he grinned back at her with a pleasant rasp, puzzling Laura.
At eleven-thirty she yawned and giggled, "I know you'll all think I'm a party-pooper," she told them, giggling, "but I'm usually in bed by this time of night. I think I'd better go home now, please."
Virginia leaned close to Laura and whispered in her ear, "Look, honey, Bob and I want to stay out and enjoy ourselves. Why don't you let Carl take you home in a taxi? You see he can be trusted by now, and he's been awfully nice to you."
Laura agreed quickly, "He seems really sweet, Virginia. Does he pay me or-"
"Bob will pay you later, honey. Don't mention money to Carl, and one other thing: Let him have a nightcap at the apartment, will you? He'll like that."
"Sure, Virginia. It's been a lot of fun."
Virginia smiled broadly and squeezed Laura's thigh. "There's more on the way, baby. You wouldn't believe how much."
Laura hummed all the way home in the taxi, feeling wonderfully high and even slightly aroused from the martinis. Carl was very quiet, glancing at her silky thighs from time to time but otherwise staring out the cab window in silence.
"How about a nightcap?" Laura asked in what she hoped was a properly sophisticated manner as the taxi stopped before her apartment building.
"That's one way to put it," Carl chuckled. He tossed a bill at the driver, and followed her through the lobby into the elevator. A faint uneasiness gripped Laura as he faced her during the elevator ride, his eyes bluntly devouring her half-naked breasts and softly curved hips, then boring into hers with a ravenous light. She hesitated as she fumbled with her key at the door, but he took it from her, unlocked the door and swung it open. She felt his eyes raking over her ripe buttocks as he followed her inside.
"There's the portable bar," she pointed nervously. "I don't know how to mix drinks."
"Straight gin is okay," he said, taking off his jacket, "then get 'em off, baby. I can't wait to see those juicy tits and that fantastic ass. Christ, you put on a beautiful act, a good one, though. Little Miss Prude," he laughed, taking off his tie and starting to unbutton his shirt. "I can understand it though, Laura. Hell, you've got friends in town and you want to look straight in public." He paused with his shirt half off, displaying a massive chest with thick, matted dark hair. "What're you waiting for? I'm horny as hell."
Laura's green eyes widened in confusion and her heart began to hammer with sickening fear. Something was terribly wrong and she was too speechless with fright to ask him what he meant. She could actually see the massive outline of his erection straining at his pants. Her knees trembled wildly and she shook her head.
"I ... I don't understand," she finally blurted out. "I'm your-escort, and that's all, for fifty dollars-"
"Fifty, hell!" he snorted, removing his shirt angrily. "I paid Bob a hundred, plus all the expenses for tonight." He unbuckled his pants as he spoke and began taking them off. "Look, honey, if you've got a problem with your agent, that's your business. I'm not gonna argue all night, not with that gorgeous body. Get your stuff off now."
Laura stood frozen to. the carpet, shaking from head to toe with rising panic as he stripped his shorts off rapidly. She stared in disbelief at his squat powerful body, more gorilla-like than ever with its profusion of dark, animal-like hair, but it was his erection that struck terror in her heart. She could see the red veins pulsing on its thick mammoth trunk and the tip was a glistening purple, swollen to a horrifying size that dwarfed her ex-husband's. She couldn't tear her gaze from his long hard blood-engorged cock, hovering out from his dark loins like a battering ram, his scrotum dangling swollen and obscenely bull-like beneath. The mere thought that he might try to pierce her tiny vagina with his monstrous cock made her feel faint.
Tears stung her eyes as she searched desperately for words. "No, no," she finally whispered, "you don't understand, Carl-I'm not that kind of girl-"
His laugh burst mockingly and a moment later he was striding nakedly toward her, his eyes burning with hunger and a look of savage purpose on his pudgy face. Laura tried desperately to move, to flee from the squat looming figure but her shaking legs betrayed her. In an instant his meaty hand had gripped the V-neck of her dress, and the feel of his rough fingers crushing into her cleavage, the pungent smell of his naked hairy maleness and above all the threat of his massive penis, so huge and close to her softly trembling thighs, utterly paralyzed her will.
"Listen," he snarled in a low dangerous voice, "are you gonna take this off or am I?"
For a moment her lips moved soundlessly while her mounds panted with spine-tingling fear. She knew from the increasing pressure of his powerful fist he meant to rip her dress off in one brutal sweep, leaving it a useless rag. And in spite of the panic and confusion she felt, she also knew from the ravenous glint in his eyes that any resistance on her part would not only be useless but might provoke his anger further. Her voice finally issued in a hoarse whimper:
"No-please don't rip my dress, it's my best one ... I'll take it off-please don't hurt me, Carl."
For one terrifying moment she feared he might tear it off anyway but his grip slowly eased up as his fingers probed the hot silky flesh of her upper breasts. Then he let his pent-up breath out with a slow hiss and nodded, stepping back a couple of feet so he could view her entire body.
"Okay," he rasped impatiently, "take it off, honey. And no more games. I've been playing it your way all night, and now we're gonna play it my way-hot, loving sex. Move it!"
As if there were still a possible way out of her nightmare, Laura glanced frantically at the door, but she knew deep down her situation was now completely hopeless. He could cut her off easily and in his anger at her lie he might ravage her body in some horrible, perverted way with his grotesque cock. With a deep, shaking breath of total resignation, the frightened young blonde reached behind her and fumbled with the zipper of her dress, bowing her head with shame but still unable to take her eyes from his thick, blood-reddened erection. She was intensely ashamed of her curiosity, but she'd seen only one penis in her life and it now seemed puny in comparison. She'd assumed in her innocence that all men were endowed like her ex-husband, and that most of them probably made love in the same quick, selfish and unimaginative manner.
Although she was still in the grip of an icy breathless fear, and she deliberately moved her fingers as slowly as she reasonably could while unzipping her dress, a tiny shiver of delicious anticipation rippled through Laura's blood while she gazed at Carl's throbbing rod of flesh. Her face burned as her mind was filled with the still vivid memory of her lewd finger-fucking less than two weeks before, when she had listened with desperate envy as Virginia entertained her lover in the next bedroom. It was the image of the unseen man's huge lust-bloated cock that had then triggered her frenzy of finger-fucking, and it now struck her with a shock that she now actually had a live, pulsating penis only a few feet away, its blunt, bulbous head crimson with impatience. She trembled violently as she slipped her dress off over her shoulders and stepped out of it, averting her shame-flushed face as she folded it neatly in a pathetic gesture of surrender.
"Oooooh, Jesus," Carl muttered, wiping his palms on his hairy thighs, "what tits and legs: That sucker Bob could have asked two hundred for something like you ... Come on, keep moving!"
Laura turned her back to him and placed the folded dress on the sofa, pausing for a moment before she turned back to face him, feeling an intense shame as she lingered in the bent-over position. She knew exactly what he was seeing how many countless times had she posed in panties and a brassiere and nylons in lewd, secret sessions before her mirror?-and even her panic couldn't keep her from shivering with a thrill of pride. His gaze would be on her voluptuous ass-cheeks and the smooth, firm flesh of her thighs just beneath, then running down her tapered legs with admiration.
Still avoiding his eyes, she turned back and groped for her brassiere hooks, all the while keeping her head down so that her blonde hair dangled in front of her face. She watched the lush white mounds of her breasts swell forward as she unsnapped the white lace brassiere and slowly, her hesitation causing her own suspense to mount to a nerve-racking pitch, brought it down over her arms and removed it. Her shame deepened as she saw her nipples spring eagerly forth, as if pleading to be caressed and kissed.
"What a pair of knockers!" Carl grunted, and another thrill of undeniable pleasure coursed through Laura's blood. She knew she must still be afraid-her knees felt like jelly and her heart was thudding with a sickening dread-but something violent and depraved was beginning to kindle deep inside her loins, a smoldering urgency that had been buried far too long. Again, as she'd done so many times since her shameful orgy of finger-fucking that night, she thought of her parents, but this time the cold edge of control didn't return: The reality of this naked, ugly and yet virile stranger standing ominously before her, drinking in her lush curves with relish and lust was beginning to shatter her self-control.
Her fingers gripped the narrow elastic waistband of her panty house and a moment later she sucked in her breath with terror as Carl suddenly stepped up to her and grasped her nakedly exposed breasts in his thick, coarse fingers, caressing their hot fullness with greed.
"Oh, baby, your tits are beautiful! Just born for sucking!"
Laura bit her lip to stifle the sudden fearful moan in her throat as he pinched a nipple, rolling its juicy plumpness between his thumb and forefinger, his other hand covering her whole mound in a thrilling squeeze. But as he fondled the lush silkiness of her breasts, her earlier panic began to return with added fury: Up close, with his blood-inflated shaft almost touching her defenseless pubic mound, the innocent country girl could see the purple veins pulsing in its trunk and the massive size of it terrified her. How could he possibly hope to get the monstrous thing up inside her tiny, tender vagina?
"I'll do-anything you say," she whispered urgently, "anything, but please don't put ... that thing inside me, please!"
His harsh laugh burst in her ears again:
"Honey, I give you my solemn promise-Once I get my dick in, you'll beg me not to take it out! And you'll do anything I say anyway. Hell, I bought you, baby. You're paid for, juicy tits, hot beautiful ass and sweet luscious pussy!"
The next moment a deep moan leaped from Laura's lips as he abruptly lowered his mouth and seized one of her turgid nipples in his lips and sucked greedily, sending wild tingles of excitement racing through her body. She clenched her fists with the shocking realization that she was doing it to keep from actually grasping his big cock in her hands and stroking it eagerly. For a minute, Carl kissed and sucked and tongued the swollen nipple-bud while he dug his fingers harshly into the panty-covered flesh of her buttocks, grunts of animal pleasure coming from his throat. Laura felt her loins begin to hammer insistently, her cheeks burning when she felt the hot trickle of her cuntal juices starting to ooze in her trembling cunt. He suddenly shifted his greedy lips to her other fat nipple and repeated the exciting ritual of sucking, this time gently biting the sensitive bud to make her shiver with surprise.
She felt his hands grope for her ass-cheeks meanwhile and as he clutched them, squeezing fiercely to make her groan in spite of her shame, for the first time he actually touched her belly with his gorged prick. Laura felt an instant revulsion when the huge searing knob pressed against her soft thigh-flesh, but she found it impossible to step back while he gripped her buttocks so savagely. Thinking about a swollen cock could arouse her intensely, she suddenly discovered, but to feel its hot immensity, its lustfully attractive purple crown crushing against her tender flesh was alarming. Its hardness throbbed and burned with frightening power, and while tingling thrills shuddered through her half-naked body as the squat businessman sucked ravenously on her nipple, one part of her was becoming terrified at what she knew was inevitable.
With a last lingering suck, Carl finally withdrew his lips and stepped back, his eyes glazed with lustful urgency. "Finish stripping," he ordered brusquely. "Mmmm, God, your tits are driving me crazy. Now let's see what the rest of your juicy body tastes like. Come on!"
Her heart pounding with a peculiar mixture of panic and wild excitement, Laura eased her buttocks down on the edge of the sofa to remove her pantyhose. She watched his eyes drink in the soft curve of her plump hips as she rolled off her hose with trembling fingers, purposely not removing her panties beneath at the same time. She felt, with desperate but silly logic, that if she could somehow keep her panties on as long as possible, he might not actually ravage her almost virginally tight vagina with his gigantic cock, that perhaps he might ejaculate prematurely just by fondling her soft, silky body. His eyes were running hungrily over her tapered legs now. caressing the smooth flesh as she finished removing her hose. Then Laura huddled helplessly on the edge of the sofa, knowing her curly golden cunt-hairs were visible through her thin white panties, praying he wouldn't brutally tear away her last remaining protection.
"What're you waiting for?" Carl rasped impatiently, looking more obscene than ever as he gripped the blood-engorged penis in one hand as if readying it for a savage assault. "Get those panties off-I'm dying to see that hot little pussy of yours."
"Don't hurt me," she whimpered, stalling desperately for time, "you're so enormous, and I'm-I-I've only had one man in my life and he wasn't very big. I'm tight down there."
A lewd grin spread over his thick lips and his eyes shone. "If I could believe that, you're really in for a hot time. Get your panties off-now!"
She opened her mouth to protest, but shut it instantly when she saw the burning look in his eyes. Quickly, she stood up and began easing her lewdly clinging panties down over her hips, watching the avid lust on his coarse face grow intense as she revealed the delicate blonde "vee" of her pubic hair. She stepped out of the flimsy panties and left them lying on the floor, standing naked and helpless before him, shaking with terror now that not even a single shred of clothing stood between her tender slit and his throbbing red rod of male flesh. But even in her breathless fear, there was a fierce rising undercurrent of excitement as his eyes devoured her silky curves, from the tawny tips of her plump, succulent moons down over her slender waist to her lushly molded hips and down further, lingering with hunger on her curly blonde tangle to sweep over the ripe flesh of her thighs and delicate calves.
My God, Laura thought with an abrupt shock, he's actually going to rape me! This complete stranger is going to put his thick hard cock up deep inside me and there's nothing I can do about it-or want to do about it! I'm terrified, and yet I want him to! Lord, forgive me, but I want his penis deep inside my pussy so terribly bad, I think I'll go crazy if he doesn't ... It's been so long, and I don't care if he tears me in two with that monstrous thing, I want him to fuck me-Yes, fuck me! I hate myself but I can't help myself ... What in God's name is wrong with me?
She felt her cheeks turn crimson at the lewd voice in her mind, but the fire in her loins had gathered into a searing ball of pure lust, prodded by her year of rigid self-denial. She knew how stunned her parents would be if they could see their lovely young daughter now, standing here naked with her proud breasts heaving with passion as she faced a squat, gorilla-like stranger-old enough to be her own father-waiting with lustful eagerness for him to thrust his obscenely huge red penis deep into her trembling cunt. Laura knew his massive rod of lust-crazed male flesh would ravage her inexperienced pussy brutally, that the agony might even cause her to faint, but the shameless desire in her loins craved even that punishment as long as he satisfied her. Nothing else mattered anymore, not even the romantic, innocent fantasy of meeting a nice young man, that she'd carefully cultivated during the long, tormented nights of yearning. Only the ruthless ache in her trickling hot pussy mattered, making her tremble with almost unbearable suspense.
"I'll do whatever you say," she whispered humbly, staring at the floor and hugging her panting breasts to hide her rising lust.
Silently, he picked up a pillow from the sofa and tossed it on the carpet in front of her.
"Lie down on the floor," he commanded, "and put your lovely ass on that."
Shivering with apprehension and desire, Laura obeyed him. She shut her eyes as she sank her buttocks into the soft pillow, and raised her legs slightly and parted her thighs. She clenched her fists to brace herself for the first agonizing lunge of his uncaring penile shaft-even the terrible pain would be better than no love, she told herself.
The innocent, silken blonde was in for the surprise of her life, a surprise that would change her destiny forever....
Carl Fraser stared at the lusciously naked girl on the floor for almost a full minute, feeling the blood surge hotly in his angry red cock as he congratulated himself once more on his luck. He didn't believe her childish story for a second, of course; she was a whore or Bob wouldn't have lined her up for him. But she was far more succulent and beautiful than Bob had described on the phone, with fantastic tits and buttocks, and skin like pure golden satin. He could see the slender pink lips of her cunt peeping back at him through her spun-gold triangle of pubic hair, and there was such an aura of adolescence and innocence about the cringing blonde that for a split-second he was tempted to believe her. The fact that she wasn't yet twenty-one didn't help her story, either; he'd had whores of fifteen who were already jaded. But this one, he decided as he studied her smooth, full thighs and delicate pussy-lips, deserved the very best of his artistic skill.
He lay down on the carpet beside her and began stroking the hot rounded flesh of her belly while he kissed her hard on the lips, forcing his tongue between them and deep into her warm wet mouth. She moaned slightly and began undulating her hips impatiently beneath his fingers, still not touching him with her own hands.
For a moment the rich businessman felt a stab of anger; he didn't mind playing perverse games occasionally, such as when a whore thought he would like it or pay more if they pretended to be virgins, thus forcing him to rape them, but this juicy piece was carrying her game too far. She'd already aroused him to a feverish pitch of desire and it would serve her right if he simply rammed his swollen member as deep into her juicy slit as it would go, without any foreplay at all! But instead Carl decided to play along with her asinine game! He would shatter her dumb pretenses by arousing her to a delirious state of lust, forcing her to beg him for his cock.
For a minute he continued to kiss her on the lips while he fondled the tender skin up between her trembling thighs, stroking the moistened flesh close to her cuntal lips in a teasing dance with his fingertips, feeling her hot, satiny body beginning to tremble wildly with increasing passion. Still she didn't touch him with her fingers or make any effort to suck on his tongue, so Carl cupped her moist pussy mound in the palm of his hand and pressed down savagely. Her soft body arched and a low shocked moan rolled from her throat, and a moment later she pressed her inner thighs urgently upward around his hand, a brazen invitation for him to finger-fuck her. Instead, he reached beneath to the crevice of her velvety ass-cheeks and probed with his middle finger, searching out her tiny puckered anus. Laura began to squirm her buttocks in a wide circle, trying to sit on his finger, but he still tantalized her, lewdly caressing the burning circle of her anus with teasing motions of his fingertip, his palm still rubbing methodically around over her now-lunging cuntal valley, which was becoming soaked with her cunt-juices.
He felt the blood begin to pound in his tumescent cock with urgent lust, but at the same moment his mouth began to salivate at the prospect of going down on her delicately scented pussy, of savoring her juicy pink slit and thrilling her so wildly she would drop all pretexts and become the savage, delirious fuck he sensed she really was beneath her coy, wholesome act. At the age of forty-five and after countless sessions with young whores, he had enough psychological insight to advertise his own prowess at cunnilingus in advance.
He tore his lips from hers and stared into her wide green eyes with a fiercely hungry light. "I'm going to go down on you now, baby doll. I'm going to eat your coy, juicy little cunt until you scream with joy and drop that phony little-farm-girl act, you hear? I'm gonna suck you off until you lose your mind, honey, so that the next time you see me you'll offer me a hundred bucks!"
Laura stared up at his homely face with awe and fear. She'd expected him to mount her at any moment and pierce her throbbing, pillow-raised pussy with a violent thrust, but she hadn't expected anything like this, and a lustful wave of curiosity shuddered through her body at the idea. She hadn't the slightest idea what a person's mouth would feel like licking and sucking her vagina, although many times in the privacy of her bed at night she wondered about it, and on a few shameful occasions actually tried contorting her own body in a futile, unreasoning attempt to reach her own wildly quivering pussy slit with her tongue.
Staring at the older man's thick, coarse lips she felt a stab of revulsion mingle with her curiosity; it was a terrible act of depravity, she was convinced, but in the next moment Laura quickly reminded herself she was helpless to resist this man, and the knowledge soothed her burning shame.
Carl slid down and paused to suck on one excitement-taut nipple, savoring its mouth-watering heat and vibrating his tongue against it to make her groan and shiver. Laura arched her body and furtively slid up a few inches, squirming her hips impatiently, the searing juices of her already flexing vagina beginning to ooze profusely. Carl knew she wanted him to rush down and plunge his lips and tongue into her eager little cunt, but he deliberately took his time, leisurely trailing his mouth over the silken flesh of her stomach in a slow, teasing journey, forcing her to whimper. He let one finger gently probe the traitorously wet hairs, of her pussy, and she let out a low, sensual moan as he thrust the finger deep into her tight, fiery vaginal crevice. Carl knew he wouldn't have to put her to the test by slyly sniffing his finger to see if she was clean; with her glowing fragrant body she could only be succulent and delicious. He positioned himself between her widely parted thighs, kissing first one quivering hot inner thigh and then the other, ignoring her pleading whimpers of urgency. Gazing at her satiny milk-white flesh and the exquisite rosebud of her pussy-lips, drenched with her hot juices, he again marveled at his luck. Then the sobbing blonde raised her buttocks up off the pillow and edged her glistening cunt closer to his lips and he gripped her soft ass-cheeks in his hands, squeezing them and filling his nostrils with the sweet heady aroma of her cunt, teasing the edge of her lewdly wet fringe with his burning tongue.
Laura sank her nails into the carpet and shut her eyes tightly, holding her breath with unbearable suspense. She could feel her pussy sucking hotly inward, silently begging for his tongue, but the wave of shame that swept through her blood was but faint protest against the force of her feverish desire. Each moment that passed as he licked teasingly around the narrow slit of her wildly trembling pussy was a torment of eternity. She fought the urge to grip his head in her hands and crush his face hard to her steaming loins, to end the agony of sexual suspense. She knew that the act this stranger was about to perform was lewd and obscene, but the desperate pounding in her loins was a fiery, consuming torture that had to be appeased.
He's going to put his big, fat-lipped mouth to my vagina, she thought hysterically, and I want him to: Lick it, lick it, please, don't make me beg, I've had enough shame....
Carl continued to tease her mercilessly between her trembling thighs, edging closer by suspenseful degrees to the love-hungry pink lips, licking her now-moisture-tangled triangle of pussy-hair. He would make her plead for it, goddamn her. Her soft hot ass-cheeks were quivering in his hands and he could feel her tender body humming like a bowstring, aching with desire. He was totally convinced that she was a prostitute and that this was a bizarre game she played with herself, perhaps to enjoy it more, or maybe to rationalize it. But it was getting difficult to control his own hammering lust as he lapped at her sweet cuntal juices that had trickled down between her thighs. Her moans were becoming louder and more passionate and her satiny buttocks were now squirming almost frantically in his fingers, but still he didn't relent.
"P-please," Laura finally whispered, her face burning. "Oh, please, Carl-do it, or I'll go mad, lick me, lick me and suck me down there, I beg you!"
A grin of triumph flitted across the older man's face before he surrendered to his hunger and plunged his tongue deep into her clasping cunt as far as he could, piercing the hot slippery depths with deep relish, savoring the fiery sweet flesh as an instant groan of joy burst from her parted lips. Immediately, she pressed her damp thighs tight against his cheeks and shuddered violently as he began sucking her needful pussy-flesh in a slow, sensual rhythm, loving the fragrance of her sticky juices oozing into his mouth.
"Oh-my-God!" Laura cried out, fearing she would lose her sanity as his burning wet tongue lashed wildly inside her quivering cunt, as the first piercing thrill tore through her thrashing body with the impact of an electric shock. She could feel her long, desperate year of abstinence begin to shatter with ominous fury at the stunning new thrill, and her fingers flew to his head, ramming it fiercely to her undulating crotch while her sobs echoed throughout the silent apartment like a lascivious refrain. She didn't dream during the long nights of torment that this act could be so feverishly exciting, and she no longer cared what he, or her parents, or anyone might think of her as she arched her body sharply and writhed her frenzied pussy on his thrusting tongue. She heard her own shocking lewd cries from a distance:
"Oh Lord, Lord, I love it! I love his tongue Unhhhhhh! Sweet-Jesus, it's-wild, wild, beautiful--Aaaaaaagh! Eat my cunt, yes, yes, yesssss, suck me, Carl-Oooooooh!"
Carl realized her pussy had the sweet, silken tenderness of a virgin's, and he paused every few seconds to relish the trickle of her hot vaginal wetness in his mouth. Each time he did, the delirious blonde ground her crotch savagely against his mouth, begging him not to stop. He felt her fingernails sink into his shoulders like tiny knives and she writhed her pillow-supported buttocks in frantic little circles as he tongued her juicy clitoris for a minute, then probed deeply into her succulent wet cunt with convulsive wriggling motions of his tongue. He groped her frenziedly swinging buttocks in a search for her anus, and when he suddenly thrust a finger hard into the tight little nether crevice, her soft white body rose in a high arc of shock and another scream of lust tore from her incoherent lips. Then he felt her. orgasm beginning to shudder through her loins in a vibrant wave that quivered her delicious pussy-flesh around his buried mouth, and Carl sucked harder and faster, feeling a glow of pride that he could bring a prostitute to a climax so quickly. He let her lunge her hungering loins wildly against his face for a couple of minutes as he sucked greedily at her spasm-contorted cuntal walls, debating whether he ought to swing his body around and plunge his immense cock into her ripe full-lipped mouth. He quickly decided against it, knowing that in her frantic passion she would easily suck his load from him with shattering quickness, and he wanted to save it all for her snooty little cunt, now squirming and sucking on his hotly lashing tongue. With a wave of generosity that was actually conceit, Carl Fraser continued to thrill the shuddering, groaning young blonde, wanting her never to forget him-, to remember that each time she went to bed with some other customer and played her eerie little game of coyness, she would fervently pray for his artistic lips and tongue to end it all.
"C-cumming," Laura cried madly, "Unnnhhh-I'm cumming, God-Can't stand it! Going c-crazy! Aaaaagh!"
Her first electrifying climax with a man in a full year-no matter how unnatural-raced through her pounding loins like a sheet of tingling fire, sweeping from her fiercely grinding pussy to every humming nerve in her under-age body, making her thrash her head savagely from side to side on the floor and pound Carl's hairy back with her fists in a delirium of bliss. She locked her cum-smeared thighs ferociously to the man's head and shimmied her hips in maddened spasms as the molten wave of release burst free after its unbearable self-imprisonment. She could feel her sanity teetering precariously as the nerve-shattering spasms of joy kept rushing through her frantically quivering cunt-flesh, as his greedy lips kept stinging her honeyed pussy like a whip of torturous pleasure. With each savage downward plunge of her buttocks, an added pain-thrill tore through her as she wantonly impaled her anus on his rigidly extended finger, wishing perversely that it was his massive cock piercing her tiny anus. His harsh tongue was beginning to feel like sandpaper against her tender vaginal membranes, but Laura could no longer distinguish between pain and pleasure in the intensity of her orgasm. Her satin-smooth body was drenched in perspiration, jerking with a voracious will of its own as he sucked and licked furiously at her tingling cunt-flesh, and wave after wave of boiling bliss rippled through her lust-seared loins.
Abruptly, then, Fraser jerked his mouth away from her madly squirming vagina and Laura's body stiffened and her heart almost stopped.
"No!" she screamed, "don't stop, no, no-"
Lying between her soaked thighs, Carl wiped his wet cheeks with the back of his hand and looked up at her face, above the twin fullness of her passion-swollen breasts. His eyes were hard and his voice cold and cutting:
"What's it worth to you now, little Miss Coy? So I'm hairy and ugly and you're horrified, huh? What'll you give me if I keep eating your juicy little cunt?"
Laura's lewdly positioned body quivered with anguish and she clawed hysterically at his shoulders. "I'll beg you, oh God, I'll give you anything-"
"You'll pay me?" he retorted mockingly, wriggling his stiff finger so harshly in her tingling rectum that she yelped.
The cutting humiliation in his voice made Laura's face turn crimson, but she felt the last shred of her pride crumble beneath her clasping, frantic pussy. "Yes, yes," she whispered, tears of lust and shame streaming down her face, "I'll pay you, I swear...."
She whimpered in protest as he calmly climbed up and hovered over her on his elbows, his throbbing hot cock pressing against one of her tawny thighs. His face leered over hers, hideous with conceit and triumph, mocking her so that she shut her eyes tightly to blot out her self-contempt and shame. He didn't want money, he simply wanted to crush her and trample her dignity and self-respect, and in this, she knew with sickening awareness, he'd succeeded masterfully. The odor of male sweat stung her nostrils with revulsion and the feel of his hairy, slippery body suddenly made her want to lose consciousness, but still her loins hammered and her fiery cunt-flesh squirmed and ached for his huge, lust-quenching penis.
The struggle between her mind and body was over and had been from the moment he crushed his hot mouth to her frantically tingling pussy. It wasn't so difficult to fight lust when she was alone in bed at night, or even studying herself with narcissistic admiration in the full-length mirror, but too many erotic fantasies over hard, virile cocks had destroyed her will utterly now that she actually felt one blissfully close to her searing thighs.
"Beg me to fuck you," he rasped, cupping her swollen mounds in his hands and rubbing them to make her moan and tremble wildly. "Beg me for my cock, honey."
With her eyes still tightly shut but her heart pounding savagely with urgency, Laura's girlish voice was a barely audible whisper:
"Yes, please, please fuck me, Carl ... I beg you to give me your-hot wonderful penis."
The sound of the vulgar words was exciting her more, she realized, and she could only lie beneath him like a passive, obedient slave, waiting for his lustful whim to satisfy her desperately raging passion. Oh God! Oh God, why was she acting like such a slut?
Carl stared down at her for a suspenseful minute, wondering why such a lovely creature had become a whore. She didn't look like a drug addict or an alcoholic and she obviously had to be raped to get any sort of pleasure out of it, so why hadn't she bartered her ripe, luscious young body for marriage to some rich jerk? In the harsh world of business, he'd learned to make snap judgments and never to question them, and he didn't for a moment question his original judgment now: She had to be a whore, or that pimp Bob wouldn't have lined her up for him. But he couldn't understand the vulnerable aura of sweetness and innocence she still seemed to possess, and it rankled him. Brusquely he reminded himself he wasn't here to analyze the lovely-if obviously crazy-girl, but to fuck her, and like so many scores of other whores who either lay coldly bored, or pretended to whimper with bliss, or-once in a great while actually enjoyed his brutal, precision fucking, forget them afterwards.
"Raise your knees," he ordered impatiently, and the trembling young blonde hurried to obey, fully exposing her entire moisture-soaked cunt, to his use. Holding his breath, he gripped his madly throbbing penis by the thick, hair-covered base in one hand and brushed the lust-bloated head lewdly against her burning outer lips. She stiffened and made a peculiar hissing sound. And with a tentative thrust that was too sudden and powerful, the squat man pierced her silken opening with his gigantic member and instantly felt a wild ripple of pleasure shudder through his blood-engorged cock. Almost at once, the blonde let out a frantic gasp and lunged her hips up awkwardly and with all her might, and an instant later her maddened scream of agony rang in his ears.
Laura was certain she was going to faint from the bursting pain she'd clumsily inflicted on herself in her too-urgent lust, and for a second her mind reeled and her body shook violently at the breath-taking, bursting pain. It felt as if she'd momentarily skewered herself on a mammoth red-hot poker and her tender cunt vibrated with shock. Her abrupt reflex to slam her pelvis back down on the pillow brought her breath back as his cunt-splitting penis slipped back out again.
"Christ, take it easy," he rasped hotly in her face. "Don't you know how to fuck?"
Again he inserted his desire-in Hated penis until just the huge crown was imbedded inside, and this time Laura squirmed her cuntal lips gently on it, testing, shivering as a soft promising wave of pleasure pulsated through her desire-heated passage. Then her pussy-lips flowered wider apart as his burning rod of flesh wormed its way in another inch, its brute size beginning to hurt again but the anguish pale compared to the vivid, delicious feel of a massive stiff cock inside her wildly tingling pussy-flesh after the endless, torturous nights of yearning and fantasizing. Still she braced herself with fear and moved her hips only cautiously as he drew his member back out slightly and then thrust inward again, a gentle stroke as if he was testing the elasticity of her vagina. And beneath the tinge of revulsion the young blonde felt at his hairy male odor and squat body, his leering face and liquor-tinged breath, was the rim of a fiercely rising excitement that frightened her. Laura felt as if some dark side of her innocent nature that had been locked up tightly was now getting ready to erupt, threatening to shatter her timid personality forever, a depraved face she sensed had always lurked beneath her sweet one, biding its time for the final shocking emergence. Low, throaty animal sounds had started deep in her chest and her breath was coming in ragged, shaking rasps. Not even the wild passion she'd felt as he lashed his hot tongue deep in her crazily trembling cunt could compare to the gathering lust she felt building inside her, and her terror was directed not at the ugly stranger who was raping her but at her own self, at the shocking truth she knew existed deep inside her, covered by veils of sweetness and innocence.
"Oooooh, baby, that's so hot 'n tight," Carl muttered, thrusting his sensitized penis carefully inside the lush wet folds of her burning cunt, his hands still squeezing and hefting her swollen young breasts. He didn't really give a damn about hurting her tender pussy, but knew from experience if he surrendered his control and began fucking her in earnest, he would cum too soon and ruin his own pleasure. So he kept up a steady cautious lunging at first, craning his head down to suck on one lewdly stiffened nipple and shifting his hands to hold her soft, squeezable ass-cheeks. She was so deliciously tight and hot in there, that he wondered for an instant if there was a grain of truth in her previous story. Her fiery cunt was shuddering gently on his throbbing cock, as if she were wondering what to do next and her body trembled uncertainly under his, the squirming of her tender buttocks only adding to his lust.
A deep groan of passion issued from Laura's throat as she felt the palpitating head of his fire-filled penis burrow even deeper into her pulsing cunt, gorging her walls with fierce, thrilling tightness, and her fingers which had been clawing at the carpet beneath her suddenly clutched his buttocks, stroking and tugging at the hard-muscled cheeks. She wondered deliriously how anyone so unhandsome could make her feel so beautiful, and the raw sensation of having a live surging shaft piercing her aching cunt-flesh after so long was beginning to make her mind reel dangerously.
"Love-to fuck," she hissed, trying to ram her whole tingling breast in his mouth and clawing his buttocks, "Oh Lord, I love unnnnn!-fucking! Give me all your-oooooh-prick, more, more, more!"
Starting to thrash her hips more eagerly on the pillow beneath, Laura suddenly scissored her legs wide open for a moment, then wrapped them tightly around his waist and began jerking up with reckless abandon, the initial waves of pain from his massive shaft making her cry out, but even the intense sudden pain fusing with her violent joy. Insane ripples of excitement tingled through the raw nerve-ends of her vagina when Carl began to thrust his pulsing hardness deeper and more brutally into her fiery depths, his grunts of lust mingling with her long, lewd moans, the feel of his hair-covered balls now slapping against the perspiring split of her ass-cheeks and making her grit her teeth. Laura started contracting the muscles of her cunt, catching her breath in agony once more as his lewdly skewering thickness filled her to bursting, but nothing mattered anymore except swallowing every inch of his throbbing hot cock as deep as possible inside her lust-inflamed passage, praying she would feel it all the way up her belly, wanting, in her newly awakened lust to be torn in two with the joy of a real man's live, pulsating penis.
Now her buttocks began jerking in a frenzy in his cupping hands and the lewd rolling motion was tearing at Carl's tenuous control, as the intense friction of her cock-sucking cunt became wilder and hotter. Her cunt was a tight, fiery mass of magnetic softness enveloping his stroking rod of flesh with electrifying power, sending sharp ripples of bliss along the length of his rigid erection, forcing him to struggle to keep from bursting his load.
"Cunt is-wild," he gasped, bringing his head up to kiss her on the lips, trying to still the thrashing of her blonde head, "juicy, oh baby, you're-wow!-fantastic little whore!"
She heard the word with a distant shock but the only thing that mattered anymore was the electric excitement boiling in her lust-frantic slit, the delirious joy shuddering through her helplessly fucking body. She arched her loins up wildly to lift them both off the carpet, sobbing madly beneath his ceaseless pounding, racking his back with her fingernails in a delirium as she swung her ass up and down to a furious rhythm.
"I can't-hold it," Carl gasped, digging his fingers into her buttocks fiercely, "you're too damn-hot and tight, I'm cumming, unnnnnh!"
"Fuck me more! Ooooooh, Lord, more prick, I love-it, love it, I need it, yes, yessssss, aaaaaaagh!"
Again the obscene words rang in her ears as if they had been screamed by some distant stranger, and every thought of shame or self-contempt that had been lurking on the fringe of her consciousness suddenly became obliterated beneath his savage, relentless fucking as his huge penis quivered imminently inside her lust-tortured cunt. A maniacal moan began bursting from her lips and her face contorted with sheer depraved lust as the hot torrent of his sperm began gushing deep inside her frenzied pussy, spewing drops of fire against her quivering flesh like rapid machine-gun bursts of bliss. She sank her teeth convulsively into his shoulder and thrust her body up in a high arc, lifting him up easily in her hysterical joy, the waves of intense excitement shooting from her honeyed cunt in searing currents to her toes and calves and moist silken thighs, to the burning tips of her desire-inflamed nipples. For almost a full minute the boiling liquid streamed while Laura shuddered and uncoiled her voluptuous body, her cunt clasping his dwindling cock in fiery spasms, sucking the fluid from his loins with vicious greed.
"Crazy-whore," Carl panted through clenched teeth, astonished and pleased by her sudden violent outburst, his own climax still surging wildly through his hammering loins as her obscenely sucking little cunt drew his seething sperm from him, as she continued to caress his softening cock-shaft inside her voracious slit long after he'd sagged on top of her still heaving body and panted urgently for breath. After a few minutes the diminishing twitches of her ass and searing, now-drenched cunt ceased completely and she lay utterly lifeless beneath him.
His breath fully restored, Carl slowly climbed off her damp body and stood over her for a minute, baffled by her reaction. She'd been a sex-crazed demon all during his performance and now she lay on the carpet with her arm over her face, barely breathing.
"Hey, baby-are you okay?" he asked with genuine concern. She murmured something inaudible and the squat man shrugged and went over to where he'd tossed his clothes, getting a cigarette from his jacket pocket. He lit it and continued to study the soft curves of her adolescent body for a minute, drinking in the smooth glowing skin and flawless white thighs and the lush tips of her ripe breasts, trying to decide whether he could summon the energy for another torrid session. She'd been fantastic, a real animal beneath that coy facade, and he didn't really mind her bizarre game now that he was sated. Maybe, he reflected, this was part of her humility act, or more likely, he'd simply exhausted her with his massive prick. He decided with regretful honesty he couldn't get another erection for quite some time, a few hours at least, and he had an important business conference in the morning. With a sigh, he dressed quickly, took out his wallet, selected a twenty dollar bill and kneeled beside her still figure on the floor. Her face was still shielded with her arm, but she gave no sign of his presence.
"Here, sugar," he said, stuffing the twenty in her palm and closing her fingers over it, "this is a tip. I figure you deserve it for carrying on like a nympho. Maybe I'll see you the next time I'm in town, okay?"
She lay perfectly still, and with a hurried glance at his watch, Carl made a sound of disgust, quickly found the telephone and dialed for a cab. He went to the door of the apartment, stared back at her for a minute and decided not to waste any time consoling her. Hell, he'd given her one of the best performances of his life, so what did she have to complain about?
He left, with a crisp, businesslike slam of the door.
For a full five minutes Laura lay on the carpet, unmoving, after Carl had left. Then she slowly stirred and sat up with a glazed sheen in her eyes, aware of a deep warm glow in her loins that she'd never felt before in her life, a radiant contentment she'd never dreamed existed. She sensed she'd been fucked thoroughly for the first time in her life; what had happened bore no resemblance to the brief, frustrating sex she'd had with her former husband, and it had kindled something secretly powerful inside her that threatened to become overwhelming.
Then remorse and a burning, profound shame began to well up in her as she stared down at the twenty dollar bill in her hand, a feeling of horror and revulsion that made her soft, trembling body crawl. "Whore," he'd called her again and again, and as if to prove it beyond doubt that brutal stranger had thrust his contemptuous token of lustful satisfaction in her hand. Her body was racked with an even deeper revulsion when she realized his semen was now trickling from her tingling pussy, more vivid proof of her obscenity. And although the blonde's mind reeled in confusion, she realized clearly that she'd been tricked by smooth, fast-talking Bob and the roommate she'd trusted and even adored, sleek and beautiful Virginia.
She'd been sold without her knowledge like a cheap, common whore, raped by a total stranger and left with his lewd semen oozing from her preciously guarded vagina, all in a few shattering hours.
Tears of self-pity and shame stinging her eyes, Laura got up and padded to the full-length mirror in the bathroom, her heart lurching with fear at the hysterical thought that her loveliness and youth must have somehow been destroyed by the depraved nightmare, that her sin would be visible to the world like an obscene stigma. She saw no difference in the soft, lush curves of her body-if anything, in fact, her creamlike skin glowed with fulfillment and her succulent breasts seemed more full and voluptuous than ever-but her own faced shocked her. It was still smooth and clean, but there was a wild, almost crazed light in her eyes, a hint of something forbidden she'd never seen before. Nympho, he'd called her: Whore!
Stunned, she stared down at the twenty dollar bill she still clutched in her hand and gripped it to tear into shreds, then hesitated. It was all the money she had in the world, and although her thoughts whirled with confused shock, she realized she would need it. Her body desperately craved a bath to wash away the feel of his harsh fingers and piercing, sandpapery tongue and above all the enduring feel of hot cock deep between her legs, but she swayed uncertainly before the mirror, wondering if she ought to pack and leave at this moment to escape the nightmare. The thought of facing Bob and Virginia now horrified her, but the idea of fleeing with her skin still crawling from his lust and infinitely worse, her tender, stinging pussy still oozing from his sticky fluid repulsed her just as much.
Dazed, she stared down at the bill in her hands to deliberately avoid her own eyes in the mirror, recalling with hot shame her own lascivious cries of passion, her shocking pleas to be fucked harder and faster, they way she'd screamed in ecstasy and wrapped her legs around him like a maddened animal. No wonder he'd called her a whore and a nympho! Dimly she realized the natural passion she'd suppressed and tried so feverishly to crush for so many tortured nights had cunningly gathered enormous power in its prison of flesh, and had unleashed itself with savage vengeance.
For an instant the tear-streaked, shivering blonde dared to look into her own eyes in the mirror and wondered in terror if two personalities could exist in her own mind and body, one soft and sweet and innocent, the other lewd, utterly lascivious and depraved. But that would be madness, she knew, and she told herself desperately that couldn't be true, quickly thrusting out of her mind the eerie incident of her posing exhibition and bath in her seedy hotel room weeks before, the way the door had been mysteriously left unlocked.
Too, she quickly and desperately pushed out of her thoughts the shocking insight she'd felt the night she finger-fucked herself and discovered she was incapable of imagining a recognizable man having torrid sex with her, unable to see faces in her mind's eye, only virile, bursting pricks ramming deep into her frantic cunt.
The terror she now felt-nameless, but an icy fear of the dark, unidentifiable thing in her own mind, she knew-suddenly spurred Laura into feverish action. She raced from the bathroom into her bedroom and flung open the closet door, throwing her two suitcases on the bed, rushing against time, panic making her breasts heave and her blood pound. She had to get out of this depraved place now and somehow back to the warm safety of her parents' farm in Kansas. She would hitchhike if she had to, walk if there was no other way, but she sensed her destiny was hanging on a thread of time, and her fingers clawed at the clothes in her dresser drawer, stuffing them hastily in her suitcases, trying urgently not to overlook anything but propelled by sheer blind panic.
In her wild, frenzied haste she didn't even hear them come in. And only when they stood in the doorway, watching her with open mouths did Laura realize she was still naked, that in her mad rush to cram her suitcases, she'd intended to dress last.
She faced Bob and Virginia with trembling hysteria, shamed at the way they both drank in the plump, luscious curves of her still-swollen breasts and hips and thighs but driven by fear and the frantic desire to escape.
"Don't look at me!" she sobbed, hugging her lush breasts, "Get out of here and leave me alone!"
"Where do you think you're going, Laura?" Virginia asked in her husky voice, her eyes glittering openly on the blonde's full firm thighs and soft curly tangle of pubic hair.
"Away, damn you," Laura sobbed, "away forever and you can't stop me-You sold me, like a common whore!"
A sickening dread clutched Laura's heart as her tall, sleek roommate stepped into her bedroom and slowly came toward her. Her eyes seemed moist with sympathy and her fingers were outstretched, their tapered tips weaving like dangerous, hypnotic probes.
"I can explain everything, darling...." Virginia began.