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Girls' Nightmare Out
Rogue Alan
11/0-9/02, revision 2/03
(tattoo/piercing; cheat; stranger; interracial; gang bang; exhibitionism; anal;
prostitution; bondage; lesbianism; mind control; rape)
Part 11
Kathy drove, since her older car was less likely to disappear when it was
parked all day downtown. Both husbands had seemed mollified by the women's
agreed upon excuse of visiting a museum showing. Both women had skipped out of
work early, to get to the museum the day before, collecting brochures and some
sketchy impressions of bad 'modern art', should Fred or Jeff ask any questions.
They left Melissa's driveway at 6:00 AM, stopping for coffee and danishes at a
nearby Panera. Melissa listened quietly to Kathy's description of her lab
'visit' the day before, and the news about a new 'pimp', as Melissa insisted
on referring to Tom. They tried to guess what could be so important, that they
were both needed so early in the morning, and agreed that it was at least good
that Tom seemed ready to let them quickly make up their 'debt'.
But that led to a more grim discussion, as to whether he'd keep his word, or
string them along, but both women agreed that they had no choice any longer,
but to hope that he was a man of honor, if not a man of morals. Resigned to
another period of time on their backs, the women parked near the apartment,
anxious to be inside before 7:00, to avoid any more 'penalty time'. Kathy
couldn't bring herself to tell Melissa that she was already considering what
she'd want when they were free, a part of her was mourning the loss of so much
good sex.
Inside the small apartment, they found five other girls already waiting, two
of them were unfamiliar to both Melissa and Kathy. All of them sported the
ubiquitous tattoos and piercings though, proof they were all part of the
sisterhood of Tom's whores. The women eyed one another nervously, none of them
wanting to ask what everyone was wondering. Quite simply, each knew that
curiosity was trouble for Tom's 'pussy cats'. Unknown to everyone, Tom had his
eye on a video monitor, which cycled through the various tiny cameras installed
in the apartment. The women were unsettled, but he smiled, seeing no gossiping
or conjecture, even between those who knew each other outside of 'work', like
Melissa and Kathy, as they knew better than to push it.
He ran through the mental checklist, making sure everyone was present, before
he climbed the steps from the studio apartment below the women's, to the door
of his 'harem'. He held a series of straws, each with a name stenciled along
the hidden portion of the shaft. It left things seemingly random, but he
controlled who chose what straw like a good monte dealer or card shark.
As soon as he entered the room, the women familiar with the routine moved
forward to choose their 'meeting' for the day. Most of the women would simply
trick for him in a nearby hotel, where a convention was meeting. But for some,
he had special plans. While it wasn't his usual approach, Tom had developed a
sure enough routine for 'encouraging' women to sell themselves that he
entertained the occasional request to seduce a specific woman, rather than
taking his pick from those circulating in the bars, pubs, and dance clubs. It
meant more risk, but Tom was never careless, and the hunt alone was often
worth it, especially when he could not only turn a housewife into his whore,
but get paid for doing so by a 3rd party.
He'd been surprised the first few times he'd gotten such requests, the fellow
paying the bills so to speak, seldom wanted a piece of the action. He had
gradually understood that while some were simply voyeurs, most had an ulterior
motive, such as greed, lust, money, and jealousy, which led to a need to ruin
someone's marriage, to unbalance a boss or co-worker, or to strike out at a
competitor.
He found such arrangements almost invariably meant his new whore wound up out
on the street, but that seldom mattered, as they had no other place to go, and
free of the guilt that they felt from cheating, most of them had stayed on,
providing him with an endless supply of flesh to peddle.
He'd gotten such a request shortly before he'd begun to stalk the pair who
were his last personal conquests in Kansas City. It was the usual situation,
neither woman knew the interested party, a man simply wanted to get back at
his colleague, through the other guy's wife. As he always did, Tom explained
that 'seducing' the man's wife might be impossible, or at best, it would take
time. Which gave him enough time to be sure that he gave the victim the full
treatment, rather than a quickie 'ball and betray job', as he had occasionally
resorted to in the past, if the action that he'd been contracted to perform
was going to immediately ruin a marriage, there was no point in trying to make
her a 'housewife whore'.
The way the man had told it to him though, he simply wanted to know that the
other guy's wife was cheating on him. It didn't matter if the guy found out or
not. Tom was smart enough to bet the guy would, after a while, decide that his
knowing wasn't enough, he'd wind up tipping the guy off that his 'innocent'
wife wasn't what she seemed. He'd never seen a man go to such trouble, without
gloating about it afterwards. That meant that Tom could either get the women
in so deep, that they wouldn't have a choice, but to keep working for him, or
he could find the leverage to make sure that his one time employer wouldn't
mess things up for him. As usual, he chose to work both potential solutions,
and in this case, it hadn't taken much research. For a change the guy wanted
to bang the woman he'd had Tom turn into a whore.
Tom was confident he'd fully ensnared Melissa and Kathy, so he was ready to
let the guy who'd paid the bills, crawl onto the same hook with them. As part
of his routine, Tom had checked on the guy to find out the real story, no
point in getting involved in something that could come back and bite him in
the ass after all. This time it'd truly been no fault of the poor gal he'd
added to his stable.
The brunette's hubby had been sleeping with another man's wife, and Tom's
benefactor had caught them. The guy was a dean in the history department at
the city's largest Junior College, and he'd gotten back out of his own house
without being noticed, leaving him to simmer while he plotted his revenge.
Tom had calmly suggested that the man simply turn his wife out and make her a
whore, since she was so obviously willing to cheat on him, but the man demurred,
as if it was only Kathy's husband who'd been responsible for his being
cuckolded. Tom had offered to diddle Kathy for free, after he'd done the
preliminary reconnaissance, the woman was attractive and fit, and he was
confident that he'd enjoy taking her.
But the man wanted more, he wanted his rival's wife turned into a whore, taking
cock after cock without hesitation or pause, and he'd paid through the nose
for that result too. He put up the money for Tom's surveillance, his 'tools',
as well as the paying for the flight to and from Vegas, and the bills while
they were there. He'd even paid for the camera equipment that Tom had used in
the plane and the subsequent video shoot, not to mention the sizable 'retainer'
that Tom always charged for such activities. Tom was guessing that the guy
wasn't making his money teaching.
He'd already provided copies of the flight orgies and the 'White Housewife
Whore' film to the mark, but that had only made the guy more insistent. He
wanted to ball her, too. Tom was guessing that he wanted to know if his wife
was somehow enough better than Kathy, to warrant his colleague's seducing her,
though he'd be a fool to try to really make such a comparison, as his own plan
had assured that Kathy could out fuck his wife, without breaking a sweat.
Tom had wisely refrained from pointing that out though. The guy wouldn't see
reality, and saying 'no' would only make him want it that much more. Of course,
the guy had also decided he wanted 'Kathy's friend' along. Nothing like
cuckolding a total stranger to get back at a cheating wife, Tom supposed. So
as the other girls selected sticks, sending them to one of three rooms, he'd
reserved in two adjacent hotels, he held aside the sticks meant for Kathy and
Melissa.
He noticed the female condom packet in the blonde's hand when she stepped up.
Hiding his smile at the sign that she was becoming more willing to do what he
needed of his whores. She'd soon be ready to solo. Having heard about Michael's
successful 'treatment' of Kathy the day before, he was sure that the brunette
was more than ready to trick without an escort. But for today, they'd be the
entertainment for Mr. Hiram Schultz, Kathy's husband's immediate superior. The
man had wanted to include his friend, a 'renowned scholar' he claimed, who was
visiting the next week, but Tom had been firm in refusing that, if Hiram
wanted to sample his colleague's wife for the money that he'd already spent,
it was his right, but he couldn't turn it into a party for his friends, and it
would happen when and where Tom said that it would. Which meant today.
After the man was through abusing the women, as Tom was sure that he would,
Kathy and Melissa would trick for him like any of the other girls, taking four
or six men on in the same room, one right after the other. They knew the
routine cold by then, and they'd shag like nymphos to get the men off as
quickly as possible, pausing only to get ready for the next set of customers.
It was still 'convention season', and Tom earned a spectacular income working
his girls in just the few hours each morning and evening on Friday, Saturday
and Sunday. All of that was over and above what the 'regulars' he provided for
during the week and weekends brought in.
Dealing with the ever present stream of men, eager for his brand of call girl,
his girls might take on two dozen cocks in a weekend, but such 'Home Stands',
as he termed them, didn't bother most of the girls. After all he made sure that
no 'John' had a real chance to get out of hand. A girl putting out at every
convention might even 'work off her debt' in less than half the time, or so he
pointed out to the girls who hesitated, when he called for on them for doing
convention tricks.
Melissa and Kathy smiled in delight, realizing that they'd be 'working'
together. Tom wondered if Kathy would recognize the man that she was about to
fuck, or whether she'd even realize what had just happened to her. He doubted
it, as his research showed no definite meeting between the two, even at the
'collegiate functions'. Not that it mattered, as he was more interested in
seeing how effective Mike's 'special cocktail' was, after the women had done
their turn pulling the convention train. He was going to use the same
camcorders that he had set up in the room, that they were destined for, to
also record Fred Dwyer's wife would lose it when her 'new black stud' appeared.
Melissa tried to hide her arousal at the knowledge that she was sitting beside
Tom on the drive to the hotel, but at the casual touch of his hand on her
thigh, high up, fingers curling possessively inside of her, like her husband's
once had, she felt an unmistakable throbbing need between her legs, echoed in
her suddenly rigid nipples. Biting her lip, she scolded herself for doing
exactly what she'd sworn that she wouldn't do, think of Jeff when she was
working, especially when the thoughts weren't charitable.
She tried to tell herself that the reaction was just her way of dealing with
the situation, but that excuse was sounding increasingly hollow. It scared her,
at just how excited she got wherever she was, just from the thought of feeling
Tom's cock inside of her again. It'd been like that since they'd returned from
Vegas, but she'd been unwilling to admit it to herself, much less Kathy, who
she felt was dealing with their situation so much better, or had been, until
the past week.
She looked over at her friend, who seemed lost in thought. Melissa resolved to
do the same thing, glad that she'd allowed herself the glass of Crown before
dashing out to meet Kathy. The warm buzz was still there, and she let her
focus shift to that of numbness, sure that she'd be glad of that during
the coming day's 'work'.
They pulled into the worker's parking lot of the high rise building, the
concrete walls abruptly shifting from a tangle of competing graffiti, to plain
slate gray, where the fifteen foot concertina topped fence prevented further
encroachment of the inner city 'art form'. The road sloped gently, as the
employee parking was underground, and a moment later, Tom's Caddy was parked
securely in a shadowed corner of the cramped space. The girls spilled out of
the car, queuing up, and obediently following him to the large freight
elevator.
It rose at a slightly greater than walking pace, ascending to the tenth floor
before Tom stopped it, handing a key to one of the veterans, and repeating the
room number. The woman, a slight Asian, nodded and left with three of the
others, trying not to look hurried. Mel felt for the women, as it was always
embarrassing sauntering through a hotel, decked out like the barely presentable
harlots that Tom's clothes left them looking like. It didn't matter to the
people in these hotels, who were used to prostitutes, and wouldn't know the
women from Eve, though none of them liked being reminded of exactly what they
were, even if it was only for a 'period' of time, and it wasn't by their own
choice.
The elevator stopped again on 14, the hotel lacked the 'unlucky' 13th floor,
and Tom released the second group of four, a blonde with a pinched expression
taking the key, and smacking her gum in response to Tom's recitation of the
room number. A moment later, the elevator shuddered to a stop again on the 17th
floor. Not high by modern standards, but Melissa had never stayed above the
4th floor of a hotel, and despite the purpose of this visit, she found herself
wondering about the view from the room's window. To her surprise, Tom sent five
girls to a room on the east side of the same floor, keeping Kathy and Melissa
with him. She looked at Kathy anxiously, mildly perturbed that her friend
seemed no more centered on the present, than she'd been in the car.
She glanced at Tom, awaiting an explanation, hoping that she didn't look as
scared as she felt. She nervously felt for the female condom that she'd bought
at the drugstore the night before on her way home from work, she'd agonized
over its hiding place, choosing the canvas bag that she used to transport her
papers and notes and things, that none of her family ever looked into, and
wondered if Tom wanted them to himself, in which case she could save the
expensive prophylactic for later. She grew flustered, acutely aware that she'd
just considered it a good thing to be having sex with the man who was forcing
her to be a whore. She glanced at Kathy, who seemed no more attached to
reality than she'd been in since she'd picked Melissa up.
Any further thought was interrupted by Tom's abrupt nudge, forcing her into
the hall from where she'd been rooted to the floor of the elevator.
"C'mon, girl," he chided, "You ain't workin' a thing off standing in the
doorway like that."
She walked in the direction that he'd pushed her, until his hand caught the
back of her bra strap through the thin material of her dress. The fabric
shifted, and she felt her nipples respond, wishing that she could understand
what was happening to her. Tom opened the door into a plain hotel room with
the usual pair of worn double beds. The dark patterned curtains were closed,
leaving the room almost black. Melissa stepped into the room with less caution
than she'd done the last time that she'd been on vacation with her family,
as hotels held no horror to her, and she was intent on enjoying the view.
As she moved from the narrow hallway, where the door to the bathroom was
situated to her left, and into the main room, there was a movement in the
corner by the nearest bed. Melissa opened her mouth to shout, but a rough hand
closed around her head from behind. Tom cursed, as he physically carried her
the remainder of the way into the room, forcing her to sit on the far side of
the bed. She realized that he had also dragged Kathy in after them, letting
the door swing closed behind them.
"I told you to stay downstairs and wait!" Tom said, his voice muffled strangely,
Melissa realizing that it was because he was mad. He was speaking through his
clenched teeth.
A plaintive, nasal voice answered, "People were looking at me. I didn't feel
safe."
Tom responded with a snort, but didn't argue. Melissa wondered about the
stranger, but knew better than to ask. At least she was hearing how Tom dealt
with the 'Johns'. That could prove useful.
"You got the money, man?"
"Yes, it's all here if you want to count it."
Another snort, and Melissa guessed that Tom hadn't done business with this man
before. "Is this... I mean can I?"
"Hold your horses Casanova," Tom said, "I usually go through the ground rules
before you meet the ladies, but I guess seeing as how this is different, we'll
do it now. Have you ever done this sort of thing before?"
"Never!" he sounded insulted, "You know why I'm doing this. I just..."
"Save it for someone who cares!" Tom caught both women's outer shoulders and
sat them side by side, his attention never leaving the John. "You sit right
here." he warned them, then let go of them and moved back around between the
beds. "You sure it's safe to turn the light on."
"Yeah. I told you, no prior meeting. That was your first rule, but sometimes
people who don't know me don't understand how absolute my rules are. If you
lied to me, and this fucks my arrangement up, or if you do something today or
later down the line that fucks it up, anything at all, a word, or even a look,
I lose a lot more than you paid for this. And I'll take the difference out of
your hide. Are we clear?"
The man offered a tremulous nod.
"Good. Now the rest of the rules are simple. You want a naked dip in my girl,
that's fine, you deserve it, from what I hear. But don't be spreadin' it
around, you don't go around the world bare, you hear me man? And only in this
girl. The other is a bonus, a gift to you from me, but with a raincoat only.
And remember, all this is just for an hour and a half. Whatever you can do in
that time, you're free to do. After that, you pay like the rest of the boys,
I got to make a living here."
There was a pause, and Melissa wondered what he meant about paying, the man
had flashed a small case that had to hold several thousand dollars.
"I don't know what you meant by 'around the world'." the man murmured.
Tom laughed, as he turned on the low wattage bulb between the beds. Melissa
resisted the temptation to turn toward the light. Tom stepped back, and she
expected him to answer. Instead, she heard him call her by name, telling her
to explain. She bit her lip, embarrassed, but unwilling to refuse and be
punished.
"It means... it's when you have oral and anal sex as well as... the other."
Tom laughed at that.
"Oh yeah, and the slut likes it, don't you bitch?"
Melissa bit her lip harder, nodding her head obediently, aware that Kathy had
nodded as well. It was the first time that she'd moved, since Tom had let go
of them.
"Amazing!" the man behind them breathed, making Melissa's skin prickle. There
was a slight accent to his speech, a lisp, or an almost feminine lilt.
"Yeah, they're pretty fine," Tom agreed, "and they're all yours for the next,"
he checked his watch, "88 minutes." Standing, he padded towards the door, then
paused and turned around, "And you're right. I wouldn't hang around downstairs
when I'm done if I were you. You do sort of stick out around here." Only after
the door had closed, did Melissa chance a look around.
The man sitting on the bed nearest to the wall by the bathroom hardly looked
like a man who'd pay for a hooker, though in the next moment, she admitted
that she could hardly guess which men would or wouldn't seek out a hooker for
their pleasure. One thing though really stuck out, he wasn't black or Hispanic.
He also didn't seem to exude the machismo that she had come to consider
automatic in the men who payed to use her for their pleasure.
It was no wonder that he'd felt uncomfortable downstairs, she mused,
remembering the way that she felt the first few times that she'd been brought
through the lobby. He was short and more than slightly balding, the hair that
ringed his pale head was a greasy brown that looked as if he cut it himself.
He wore a tweed jacket, even in the relatively warm room, and green trousers
that reminded her of the Sans-a-belt slacks that her father had worn.
He was older, by maybe twenty years, though it was hard too tell for certain.
He had a weak chin, besieged by a second flabby chin, that hid part of his
collar, and he had jowls that gave him a sad bull dog expression. He wore
impossibly thick glasses, which magnified his dark eyes strangely, even in the
dim light. Melissa felt her skin crawl at the thought that this man would soon
be between her legs, fucking her.
His attention though, seemed to be strangely focused on Kathy exclusively. The
man licked his lips nervously, and set down the book that he'd been reading, a
thick hardcover, Melissa noted vaguely, and after another pause, nodded to
himself, as if he'd just made a decision.
He stood up, less bulky than some of the men that Melissa had 'entertained',
but somehow flabbier. He removed the jacket, setting it on the bed that he'd
just occupied, as he moved around to stand in the space between the beds,
opposite of where the women sat. Without taking his eyes off of Kathy, he
clumsily worked at the buttons of his shirt, followed by his trousers, which
were indeed Sans-a-belt slacks, until he stood there wearing only a pair of
pale blue boxers and black socks. He hesitated, as if uncertain what to do next,
then almost reluctantly pushed the boxers down.
His paunch hung low enough, that it was hard to see his equipment, and for an
awful moment, Melissa wondered if he even had a cock. He shifted and the head
peeked out, looking like a pink turtle, a very small pink turtle. Moving around
the bed, the man paused, seeming to teeter backwards, then abruptly began to
wank himself, as he loomed in front of Kathy.
"You've been made a Jezebel." he murmured, "You're paying for his sins, but
it's necessary."
Melissa wondered how the man could claim their situation was punishment for
Tom, clearly he had no idea how Tom operated. But the ranting continued,
touching on original sin, the sin's of the husband and father, of purification
through sacrifice, and of 'an eye for an eye'. The man's cock had changed
little in that time, but he suddenly let go of it, and blinked, looking down
at Kathy, who seemed barely aware that he was even standing there in front of
her.
"My name is Schultz." he said, "I'm ready now. Suck it, harlot. Suck my cock!"
he grunted, thrusting his hips toward Kathy's face.
The brunette's mouth parted, accepting the tip of the man's cock. She bobbed
her head slightly, pressing her face into the man's paunch, hands rising to
clasp his flabby buttocks. Melissa was at once revolted and relieved that the
man seemed fixated on her friend, and not her. They hadn't dealt before with
such a strange John. He looked down, seemingly as detached as Kathy was at
what was happening, but only for a moment. Then his head dropped back, hands
rising to Kathy's head, as a groan escaped from his throat.
He gasped as Kathy went deeper, sucking at him hard, and Melissa knew that her
friend was sure that her 'John' was ready to cum. She wondered for a moment
why Kathy hadn't made the man don a condom, but then remembered the more
experienced girl's warning, Kathy's recent history, and Tom's enigmatic
comments before he'd left, and said nothing. The man seemed to stiffen, gut
and buttocks jiggling as he came a moment later. Kathy held herself against
his crotch, until he'd finished, then backed up, pausing with the tip of his
cock still between her lips as she swallowed the last of his load, and then
caught her breath. She dutifully cleaned the man's shaft off, bobbing her head
more quickly than before. She released him a moment later, lying back on the
bed, still clothed, but in the pose that Melissa recognized herself assuming
in the moments before she expected a man to violate her most intimate treasure.
The man stood there panting between Kathy's spread knees, his eyes on the
ceiling. A hand dipped between his legs, cradling and then wanking his spent
cock.
"That was... I don't understand." he said to himself, "She's so much better
than Julia."
Melissa abruptly realized that there was a ring on the man's left 4th finger,
meaning that he was married.
"How can that be?" The man was beside himself, and seemed to have forgotten
them again. He blinked and glanced down at Kathy, and then said, "That's what
you do for your husband?"
Melissa heard her own gasp of surprise, while Tom 'advertised' that they were
married, none of her 'Johns' had ever asked her about it like that. Instead,
most of them were interested in her comparing white to black cocks. Kathy
nodded silently.
"I don't understand?" the man almost wailed. He stepped back, shaking his head,
then glared at Kathy and said, "Strip. I want to see you naked."
He stood before them, impatiently tapping a foot, as Kathy stood and quickly
slipped out of the revealing dress that Tom had selected for her to wear for
the day. The lace bra and panties followed, leaving only her heels, before she
returned to the reclining position that she'd assumed. The man stepped to one
side, away from Melissa, and then back to the same spot again. His eyes
roaming all over the brunette's naked skin. Grumbling, he stepped back and
opened the curtains, letting the sunlight bathe both of the women, though his
gaze remained fixed on Kathy. He stepped close, bending over the brunette,
reaching down to touch the tattoo beside her pubes.
"What's this?" he asked.
"A gift from my master." Kathy's voice was quiet.
"Your master?" the man paused, then nodded his understanding, "From Tom?"
Kathy nodded.
"What did your husband say about it?" he leaned back, his arms folded across
his chest, as if he was a teacher awaiting the answer to a test question.
"He... he was surprised." Kathy answered, blinking quickly as she spoke, almost
as if she'd just awakened.
The man considered what she'd said. "He wasn't suspicious?" the man seemed
disappointed. "and these?" he reached up to flick at the ring piercing Kathy's
nipple, then down to the matching ring glittering between her inner labia.
"More... gifts." Kathy managed to choke out, blinking to keep from crying.
"And he doesn't suspect that you're..."
Kathy shook her head, the man mirroring her motions.
"The nights that you're out late? The weekends that you're out all day? The
little sexual tricks that you've 'learned' that slip into your love making at
home?"
Kathy shook her head again, reaching up to wipe at a tear.
"Of course, you can't tell him what you're learning, can you? I'll bet it's
hard on you, knowing things that you didn't know before, places you want him
to touch you, ways that you want him to fuck you, but you can't tell him. Can
you even get off with him, anymore?" he went on.
Kathy's jaw tightened, as she nodded mutely, her tears now streaming freely
down her face.
"You can't tell him that you enjoy being a whore, can you?"
Kathy looked down, her shoulders heaving slightly in a silent sob.
"What's his name?" the man smiled broadly, "Tell me your husband's name."
"Stop it!" Melissa interrupted, "She doesn't have to tell you that. You want
me to call Tom?"
The man looked at Melissa for the first time, the same smile on his face that
he'd directed at her friend a moment before, a smile that was anything but
pleasant.
"Would you like to do that?" he tilted his head, "Let's see... You might find
you had to work more if you did that. Shall we see?"
Mel bit her lip, swallowing a retort that she was sure would get them in
trouble.
The man's smile broadened, "You're the real victim here though, aren't you?
Doomed friends." he said, as he shook his head, "It's a shame really. But it
had to happen. Someday maybe you'll understand."
He then looked back to Kathy and said, "But the rule is, 'No last names, no
phone numbers, and certainly no addresses'. There's nothing that says I can't
know your husband's name. Now, what is his name."
"Fred." Kathy's voice trembling, as she whispered it.
"Fred." the man repeated smugly, "Is he as endowed as I am?"
Kathy bit her lip but shook her head, Melissa guessed that was a lie, given
what she knew about Kathy and Fred, though all things considered, anything was
possible.
"Ah, then you're sure to enjoy this." he said, as his smile became a leer, as
he stepped forward, leaning over Kathy's vulnerable body.
His glans brushed through the tightly trimmed thatch of pubic hair, bumping
upward toward her navel, and grunting with effort, the man supported his weight
on one hand, while using the other to push the head of his renewed cock down
into Kathy's pussy. Her eyes flickered closed, as the man thrust slightly
getting his erection seated in her cunt. He settled again onto both hands, his
fat belly falling to the mattress on either side of Kathy's trim waist.
He struggled to hold himself up enough to bend his head, and nip at her pierced
nipple, making her gasp. The sound seemed to be all that he needed, grunting,
the man threw himself forward over Kathy's supine form and began fucking into
her as fast as he could. Her hand scrabbled over the sheets, and on impulse,
Melissa took it, squeezing it to offer a reassurance neither expected to last.
She fervently hoped that he'd be a quick cumer on his second bout, expecting
that he would choose to sample 'around the world', and so as to not abuse her
with his fat body, and small cock. Then again, if he did want to use her too,
it would give Kathy time to recover. Instead, the man slowed after a feverish
minute, propping himself up on shaking arms, to gaze down at Kathy's face.
"Tell me that you want it, slut!" he hissed, "Beg for my cock. Tell me how good
it feels."
He twisted his body as he spoke, obviously trying to tease her with his cock
in her lubricant filled pussy. Her legs remained draped over the bed, but she
licked her lips obediently, and gave voice to his demand.
"Oh don't tease me baby." she began, "I want more of your big cock. Give it to
me, please! Fuck me! I want to feel you fucking me. It feels so fucking good
that I don't ever want you to stop."
Chuckling, the man began to thrust into her again, but more slowly, keeping
himself off of her chest with his arms planted on either side of her shoulders.
After a moment, he rolled slightly to his left side, and reached up with his
right hand to frig her clit, and pull at the labial piercing. Kathy's head
tilted back, and Melissa guessed that the man's touch was at least building
her friend towards an orgasm.
The man was obviously a clumsy oaf, but the piercing had increased their
sensitivity, and made it easier for even a bumbling fool to get them off.
Within thirty seconds of changing his approach, Kathy was moving beneath him,
expressing her building need. He paused a moment later though, returning his
hand to the mattress at her side, and resuming the monotonous fucking motion.
Kathy's legs rose, her heels digging into his meaty ass, trying to spur him on,
but he ignored her, pumping slowly and easily in and out of her cunt.
As Melissa heard her friend's breathing change, she realized that the man's
had too. He stopped, pulling almost entirely out of her, and teasing his
swollen cock head against her cunt and clit. Melissa knew what he was doing,
though his flab hid it from view. Kathy whined, trying to hump up in order to
take him back into her, he'd gone just long enough, that her need had become
uncomfortable. Glancing down at her lust hazed eyes, the man leaned back still
farther.
"It looks like you're enjoying yourself." he teased.
She nodded, still trying to hump back against him.
"Do you want to cum?" he taunted, earning another nod.
He tilted his hips and managed to somehow feed his cock into her wanting seam
once more. He dipped into her fully, and then backed out, smiling more broadly
at her increased efforts to hold him inside of her.
"Please!" she gasped, her hands closing over his ass, trying to pull him into
her, "Please fuck me."
"Is it better than at home?" he teased, and Kathy's back arched slightly.
She was too close to be offended. She was near an orgasm and wanted to cum.
But she didn't need to cum, at least not yet. She shook her head, denying it,
and he pulled back still more, letting the cold air slip between their bodies.
Kathy whimpered her plea for him to stop teasing her and take her. He ignored
her.
"You have to tell me that 'it's better than at home.'" he explained, shifting,
letting his glans move over her clit again.
"Yesss!" she hissed, "Please fuck me. It's better than I get at home. Please
let me cum. Fuck me."
The man smiled but shook his head. "Not quite yet. I want to hear you say it
again. Tell me I'm better than your husband. And use his name. Tell me and
you can get off. I'll fuck you until we cum. You want that, don't you?"
Kathy grimaced but nodded. "I want it. Please fuck me, Schultz, you fuck
better than Fred. Take me, please."
"You'll think of me the next time that you're fucking him?" the man asked, and
Kathy nodded. "I like that, that's an interesting image."
He began to fuck into Kathy's pussy once again, "You'll have to be careful
not to call out my name." he huffed, "I'll bet that your ol' hubby would freak
out if he knew that I get you off better than he can."
Melissa wasn't sure that Kathy was hearing anything that the pig was saying.
Her mouth was open, her head thrown back, as she came on the man's pumping
cock. To her shame, she found herself envying her friend's pleasure, despite
the way it had been realized. She glanced down, ashamed to find that she'd
begun to finger herself.
"That's it, bitch." the man panted every few seconds, "Take my cock. Feel
Schultz pumping into you. God that's nice, bitch. Your cunnie's just begging
for my sperm. I feel it milking me... Milking me... Ahh!" he stopped, holding
himself inside of her.
Melissa wondered how long the morning after pill worked, or if her friend
would again have to visit the clinic. He pulled out almost before he'd stopped
cuming, and rolled to lay beside Kathy, forcing Melissa out of the way. They
remained like that for several minutes, the man seeming apologetic once again
at the way he'd treated Kathy. Melissa hovered nearby, afraid of the man's
strange mood swings, and the things he seemed to know about them, but too
uncertain to call Tom. As she was considering a trip to the bathroom, the man
looked over at her.
"Do you like doing this?" he asked.
Horrified, Melissa opened her mouth, but paused, not sure what was safe to
answer.
"Seriously, is it so bad?" the man asked.
She shrugged.
"Then he treats you all right? No drugs or abuse or anything."
Suddenly afraid of a trap, Melissa shook her head vigorously. "Good. That's
not what I wanted." the man trailed off, leaving Melissa more puzzled than
before. As if he was concerned about what she was thinking, he glanced back at
her, and his entire attitude changing yet again.
"Get your lazy ass over here." he demanded, "I want your lips on my cock and
your fingers buried in her cunt."
Melissa hurried to obey, the man was wimpy enough when he was being nice, but
had a tendency to get angry and mean without any reason that she could identify.
Then there wasn't time to think. She was too busy trying to keep the repulsive
roll of fat off of her head, as she sought out his cock, and began to suck on
it. She resisted the urge to look at the alarm clock between the beds, instead
concentrating on her fingers, as she tried in earnest to get Kathy off. She
wished that he'd wanted her hand on his cock, and her mouth between Kathy's
legs instead, it'd been too long since they'd had any time to themselves,
considering what they'd learned about themselves and each other. She shivered
at that consideration, and redoubled her efforts, oral and digital.
Her work was rewarded after a few minutes by a stirring in Mr. Schultz's groin.
His cock rose slowly but noticeably, until it was butting against her soft
palate on each down stroke, nowhere near the biggest cock that she'd ever
taken, but enough to get any woman off if used appropriately. Melissa also had
Kathy gasping and panting, her body jittering through a string of orgasms that
Melissa's deft fingers had triggered. When he pushed her away, Melissa leaned
back, wondering what the man would want of her next, but he again had eyes
only for her friend.
He leered at Kathy, who was barely aware of anything, but the pleasure that
Melissa's fingers had caused. Wanking his nearly hard cock, he moved off of
the bed, circling around to Kathy's feet. His gaze never wavered, a fat tongue
flicking out at his lips nervously. Melissa pulled back, partly in fear at the
man's intensity, partly to give her friend time to prepare herself for whatever
the perv had in mind. The man was clearly disturbed, and she wondered again
why Tom had agreed to his paying for them. She glanced at the clock, nearly
twenty minutes before Tom had told the guy to be done. Climbing onto the bed,
the man touched Kathy's hip, he wanted her on her hands and knees. He grunted
something about 'around the world', then paused, laughing to himself, as he
tried to use his right hand to hurry Kathy into the position he wanted.
"Does he take you this way?" the man asked, almost panting already, "Do you
give your husband your ass?"
Kathy shook her head, her eyes closed, wanting the man to stop making her
think about Fred. The guy seemed to get off on her comparing him favorably to
her husband, but for all of his many faults, Fred had never been abusive, had
never forced himself on her like this leech was. She wondered what a woman had
done to him to make him so angry, and like Melissa, eyed the clock, wishing
the minutes would pass more quickly. It would be better to put out for every
man within four blocks of here, than to endure more of this man's spite. She
felt his cock touch her, not between her labia, but against her arse. He held
himself there with some difficulty, he still wasn't fully hard, she guessed.
His breathing was labored, as if he'd been running, but he kept talking.
"Oh, he hasn't had your ass?" he sounded delighted, and Kathy felt his cock
head swell against her pucker. "Then I'll be the first of sorts, won't I?"
Anxious to have it over and done with, Kathy nodded briefly. Still chuckling
happily to himself, about 'being first', the man pushed blindly into her ass
hole. Before he could become frustrated, she reached back, guiding the tip
into her back door, wincing at the momentary discomfort, in spite of the lube
that she'd applied in the apartment. He grunted, pushing at her with all his
might, and she felt him slip into her as far as he could. Almost as far as
Fred would, if he'd ever wanted her ass. She tossed her head, angry at herself
for falling prey to the 'John's' mind games. She arched her back, making the
noises that she expected that he'd want, as he humped at her ass mindlessly,
with no finesse at all.
She wondered how she had managed to enjoy his fucking her cunt before, but
didn't focus on it, dropping instead into a groveling position, and murmuring
mindless encouragement, that she hoped would help to get him off. Schultz
didn't seem to notice. Or he did, but having cum twice, it didn't push him the
last little bit necessary to cum. He seemed to pump into her harder and faster,
frustrated at his inability to get off, and desperate to violate her fully.
Kathy clenched her teeth, trying to hold out, wondering how long he'd go at it,
surely Tom would return soon. though she couldn't see the clock from her
position. She felt the bed shift, and just as she thought she'd have to beg
him to stop, she heard Melissa's voice, dripping with the false sexual hunger
that John's seemed unable to recognize for what it really was.
"Maybe you need another honeypot, sugar."
The man stopped short, leaning heavily over Kathy's back. He was panting so
hard that Kathy wondered if he might keel over dead. She could feel his sweat
dripping onto her naked back, as she gleefully imagined that happening. He
seemed frozen at the suggestion.
"No. I want... I have to..."
"C'mon," Melissa coaxed sexily, "I need it bad, baby. Let me see how good
Schultzie can fuck."
Torn between wanting to thank her friend, and hoping to protect the younger
woman, Kathy glanced back to the side, as the man still thrusting into her ass
hesitated. She couldn't see the man's expression, but he was undoubtedly
ogling her friend, who was now laying on her back, her knees spread wide apart,
with the fingers of one hand busily frigging her glistening slit, while the
other tugged at her pert, deeply tanned nipples.
Melissa's mouth was open, her tongue flickering over her red painted lips, her
eyes were half closed, as if she was already near an orgasm. Kathy's heart
went out to her friend, who not so long ago, just batting her eyes at a
stranger would've been too embarrassing. She knew that Mel wasn't even aroused,
much less so desperate for sex, at least, not with this pig.
"Hmmm," the man grumbled, "I guess it's to be expected. Make a whore out of
any woman, and she learns to like it. I thought that I'd spare you what I can,
you're not to blame... but if it's what you want, you should be pleasured."
The man was talking in disjointed riddles, but he sounded educated, like a
teacher. The thought made her cringe, but she couldn't decide why, could only
suppress her sigh of relief, as the man pulled out of her ass and clumsily
moved between her friend's splayed thighs, muttering as if he was their pimp.
As she watched, he lowered his corpulent mass over her petite friend. Melissa
gave a Hollywood moan, as the man thrust into her pussy and began to rut over
her and into her. He was grunting and gasping, the arm supporting his torso
over Melissa's bucking body was shaking from the effort. Still he managed to
talk, his voice a harsh rasp between panting breaths.
"This what you wanted, slut? This is what you needed now? You like it? Is it
better than your husband gives you? Have you had her husband, you cunt? Do you
swap men?"
Each sentence seemed to foster a nastier, and meaner comment, as he was
thrusting at Melissa brutally, no thought to offering any sexual pleasure for
her or himself. As Kathy tried to imagine what she could do to defuse the
situation, her friend stiffened visibly beneath the man, screaming out, "Yes!
Oh yes, Mr. Schultz. Fuck me! Make me cum. Show me what a slut I am. Show me
you're a better man than my husband, baby. Fuck me harder. I like it... I love
it!"
The man stopped abruptly, blinking as if he'd just awakened.
"That's not... This isn't." his head swivelled, looking down to where his body
joined Melissa's, then over at Kathy, "I wasn't going to... This is just." His
lips set in a grim line, and he pushed himself away from Melissa, turning
again towards Kathy.
"Your ass! I have to fill your ass, to make you mine."
Kathy felt her head shaking, and without thinking about what it would mean if
Tom heard her, she answered. "I'm not yours. I'll never be yours!"
"Ha! But after I've had your ass, you won't be His anymore, either!"
Kathy wanted to scream, but managed to remain still, as the crazed John
swarmed onto her, blindly thrusting his cock between her legs. She felt it
pressing against her ass and clamped her muscles to fight him. Then relaxed,
letting the tip in before she clenched again, hoping to hurt him, and still
wanting only for him to cum and be done, sure he was close after the way he'd
abused Melissa.
She nearly laughed in joy, as she felt him stiffen, and felt the heated plume
of his cum spraying barely into her arse. Instead, she tensed her body,
groaning and shaking, as if she were overcome by the sensation. He seemed to
calm down, as his climax subsided, climbing back off of the bed completely,
barely looking at them. He nodded once to himself, and then stepped hesitantly
towards Melissa but then stopped, shaking his head, and Kathy thought,
muttering, 'My fault... I should've known', as he grabbed his clothes and
nearly ran into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
Rolling onto her side, Kathy drew her knees up, and sat there shaking violently
for a long moment, wondering what the past ninety minutes had been all about.
It didn't make any sense to her, but she knew that there was an answer. She
guessed that it was important, but still couldn't even guess at the question
it would solve.
The bed shifted, and she heard the room's servi-bar open. She sat up to see
Melissa drinking a hand-sized bottle of Jack Daniels, as if it was Kool-Aid.
Her friend trembled, as she emptied the tiny bottle, but didn't pause before
cracking a Southern Comfort open, draining it with equal ease.
"Are you OK?" Kathy asked quietly.
Melissa nodded convulsively. "Yeah." she gave her friend a crooked smile, "I
am now. I thought he'd never finish. Are you OK?"
Kathy nodded, watching as her friend grimaced and dipped two long painted
nails between her lubed folds, extracting a floppy latex tube. "Guess this is
wasted," she lamented, dropping it into the tiny wastebasket by the bar,
before rummaging for another drink.
"Watch it there, Tiger," Kathy warned, "You'll be too drunk to do the bump and
grind that the ol' John needs to feel like a man."
Melissa shook her head. "No, I need it to be able to do the bump and grind
without scratching their eyes out."
Hearing that, Kathy hurried to her friend, pulling the blonde close and rocking
gently, as the smaller woman's body was wracked by quiet sobs. For a long
moment, they clung like that, each finding solace and something more in the
intimate embrace. There was the desire for more, but each knew that there was
no time, especially with a crazed John a few feet away.
They moved apart when the lock on the bathroom door clicked. The rumpled,
ill-at-ease little man stepped out. He glanced at them, as if he'd never seen
them before, and gave a strange shrug, that might have been an apology, or a
question, and after hesitating a moment, he pulled out two crisp 'C' notes
from his wallet.
"I... I'm sorry if I was... If I hurt you or scared you. When I did this, I
didn't consider... I didn't think how it would affect... I'm sorry. It's my
fault, not yours. I want you to have this." he said, waving the money faintly,
"Don't tell Tom. He won't know about it, it's for you." and he set the bills
on the unrumpled bedspread nearest the bathroom, then turned and fled the room.
The women eyed the money.
"What do you think?" Melissa whispered, eyes on the door expecting Tom to
saunter in at any moment.
"I... I don't know," Kathy answered, "Do we tell him or not?"
"If we don't and he knows, we'll do more of this."
"Yeah. And it's not enough money to risk that, is it."
"Not nearly enough." Kathy nodded, and the women carefully picked up the 'tip'
and set it aside. They shared the tiny lavatory, cleaning up and reapplying
the lubricant that would make the next hours tolerable, rather than torture.
By the time that Tom knocked and entered the room, Melissa had emptied two
additional bottles from the bar, hiding the scent behind an impossibly strong
mint gum, that came in a tin like Altoids. Tom eyed the women and smiled,
stroking his cock suggestively.
"You ladies must've done him right. He didn't even stop to say thanks or to
sign the room over to me." He eyed the ladies, "You need a little attention
now, or are you ready to work?"
Melissa fought back the momentary desire to ask for a go on his cock, but
Instead, she held up the bills that Schultz had left her.
"Your John thought he'd pay us on the side," she explained, handing it to Tom,
"Said we shouldn't mention it, that he wouldn't."
Tom pursed his lips, collecting Kathy's bill as well. He eyed them, shaking
his head before he answered.
"You girls did right again. These are yours, I'll just hold them until you're
done today. And you can have the afternoon shift off, as a reward."
He eyed them and said, "I'll deal with that small dicked loser later. Someday
I'll explain what this was all about. Hell, you'll probably know before that.
But you did fine. Now I need you to turn a few tricks in here, and then you
can have some room service and head home early." he then rose and added, "Tell
you what. You pull this train without my getting any complaints, and I'll take
you to lunch myself. We'll go to a little place that I know around here."
The women nodded meekly. There was no choice really, and each settled back
where they'd been sitting on separate beds.
"No," Tom shook his head, "lie down side by side. I think the boys'll like the
idea of doing you like that better. Figure it'll be like a race for some of
them, so you'll get done quicker." He chuckled, then turned to the door,
raising a Motorola walkie talkie borrowed from the house security to his mouth,
"Marco, stop the little guy who's trying to slip out..."
He listened to the earpiece for a moment, "Yeah, that's the one... Nope, he
sure don't belong. And send the first pair into our 4th suite."
