As Henry slid his shaft out of Melinda's mouth, he complimented her.
"You're a very good cock sucker," he assured her.
"Thank you," she said, getting off the bed, hoping it was all over.
"Now let'ssee how good you are at ass fucking," he told her.
"Why don't we just stop now while we're ahead?" she demanded.
"That would be nice," he said accommodatingly, "but it wouldn't be practical."
"Please," she begged, "let's not go on any more."
"No way," Henry told her. "You've got a nice tight ass. And I intend to fuck it. As a matter of fact, I bought this new French tickler just for the occasion."
She raised up and leaned on her elbow. Henry was pulling out a drawer. Bringing out a French tickler he began preparing it to put on so he could give her the action.
The last thing she wanted on earth at this point was the sophisticated Henry to stab his cock up her asshole with the French tickler on the tip of it. However, this was what Henry was waiting for.
"Aren't the mirrors nice?" he grinned, as he slipped the French tickler on the tip of his penis.
"I guess so," she said nervously.
"Don't be negative," he told her. "I'm gonna enjoy this a lot."
"Will I have an whole left when you finish?" she asked boldly.
"That depends," he laughed. "Now relax."
"Re ax!" she exclaimed. "How can anyone relax when they know what's going to happen to them?"
"You're taking this much too hard," he told her. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just going to fuck you."
He massaged some oil on his penis and brushed the French tickler tip over her ass cheeks.
"I'm gonna fuck you, sweetheart," he told her. "Now here we go."
Clasping her ass cheeks, Henry drove forward.
With savage thrusts be jabbed it up her rectum.
"Damn you," she exclaimed in anguish, "stop it. Don't."
Henry wasn't about to stop. He was enjoying himself.
"Just relax and I'll thrust it up there," he panted as he pushed forward.
The slippery penis with the French tickler tip flipped between her ass cheeks. When it came to her tight anal ring, it stopped.
"Bombs away," Henry exclaimed as he stabbed forward in a savage jab.
The French tickler and the cock head rammed up her rectum.
"Stop it," she moaned in pain, "stop it, you bastard. You're hurting me."
She hated it. But he was determined he was going to get his kicks this way.
"Fuck," he exclaimed, "Fuck. Now you're doing it. That's it. Fuck it."
With rapid-fire cock stabs he rode up her.
"It feels fantastic," he told her. "It's a pity you can't enjoy it as much as I do."
She twisted her ass. She deliberately did everything she could think of so that he would get his cock off quickly. For the faster he got his gun off, the quicker her pain would end.
"Fuck it," he told her, "fuck baby. That's how you do it. Fuck it. Keep fucking."
With speedy cock stabs he continued.
"Beautiful," he told her, "that's how you do it. Keep fucking. Oh, baby, that's the way I want it. Fuck it."
Finally his cock did explode.
"Milk it," he insisted, "get all the juice out of my dick, sweetheart. That's the way you do it. Milk my cock."
She squeezed his penis tightly.
"Now you're doing it," he told her, "that's it. Keep grabbing."
Her clutching ass muscles continued spilling sperm from his penis head. He was delighted. At last Henry pulled off.
"Oh, thank God that's over," she told him, "how much more can you think of?"
"Hey, baby," he told her, "I haven't eaten you yet. Now don't be in a rush. You know old Henry pays well. I'm sure Marilyn told you all about that. You girls are always interested in money."
"Yes," she said evenly, "I guess that is the truth."
"All right," he told her, "I want to put some strawberry jam in your pussy and lick it out. I hope you don't mind."
Henry kept the strawberry jam close by. "Now part your pussy lips," he smiled, "and I'll spoon feed you."
Uncapping the strawberry jam, he spoon fed her lipstick-trimmed pussy.
"It's amusing," he laughed as he looked at the lipstick on both sides of her slit, "to see that pink pussy flesh and the red strawberry jam."
"You have a perverted sense of humor," she told him flatly.
"I hope so," Henry laughed. "I would hate to be a normal fucker. They're so dull. I married a normal woman once and we had a miserable time."
"I'm sure she was glad to divorce you," she told him.
"Funny," Henry laughed. "I had to divorce her. You see, my women always adore me."
"I believe it," she said.
"You know," he complained, "It doesn't seem normal to me to be eating pussy without hair around your crotch. Would you mind if I put on a mustache. It would tickle your twat a little but it would seem more normal to have hair down there when I'm sucking pussy."
"Do anything you want to," she said. Henry didn't like her lack of enthusiasm and chided her.
"I don't like a dead ass to fuck," he told her. "You'd better appreciate me."
"All right, Casanova," she said acidly, "put on your fucking mustache and suck my strawberry pussy."
Henry put on his mustache. He tickled her vagina and it made her giggle.
"Now eat me," she told him, "eat me. I've got to get home and get dinner for my husband."
"If I left some strawberry jam in here," he laughed, "you wouldn't have to fix him anything."
"You don't know my husband," she laughed. Henry flipped his tongue all around her strawberry-lined pussy. She liked the way he alternated his tongue action. He would flutter his tongue and then lick seriously. All the while his hands gripped her ass cheeks and his mustache tickled her.
"Oh, eat me," she panted.
Melinda put fake enthusiasm into the act, hoping it would stir Henry on to completion.
"Eat my box," she begged him. "Go ahead. Eat me. That's what I want you to do. Eat my box."
Henry was only too happy to accommodate her. His tongue whipped savagely inside her. He nibbled her clit.
"Suck my pussy," she panted, "that's how you do it. Suck my pussy. Oh, sweetheart, suck it."
Once she finally did display the enthusiasm, Henry adjusted her legs so they were over his shoulders, for he liked to be embraced by the warmth of her thighs. The strawberry jam tasted good to him. But it tasted even better when she juiced when he bit her clit.
"Suck it," Melinda begged, "suck my pussy. Suck it, you pussy eater. Come on, you Casanova, suck my snatch."
He ate her box and gratefully pulled his mouth off her.
"You're a wonderful woman," he told her, "good to the last drop. You're gonna be well paid."
When Henry gave her a hundred and fifty dollars when it was all over, she marveled. Bitterly she regretted that she had told Marilyn she would give her all the money. After all, she had earned it. She reasoned that she would discuss it with Marilyn later.
"I don't know as I have your number," Henry said, thumbing through his little black book.
"You can reach me through Marilyn any time," she told him. "My husband wouldn't appreciate your calling."
"He isn't very broad minded," Henry complained. "He should be happy to have his wife bring home a little money."
"My husband likes to put a padlock on my pussy," she explained. "He figures it belongs to him. So you will just, have to reach me roundabout."
She dressed. When the action was completely over and she had the money fucked in her purse and she was driving down the freeway, she thought about what she had done. It wasn't so awful. She looked at the buildings. No doubt there were plenty of people who worked in those buildings, she thought, who were doing wild and weird things, too. Why should she feel so strange?
Returning to Marilyn's apartment she got a surprise. For when she rapped on the door there was no answer. She tried again. There was still no answer. She was about to leave when Marilyn poked her head out the door.
"What is it, honey?"
"I just wanted to give you the money from Henry," she told her.
"How nice," she said, putting her hand out to grab.
Just then a naked black man who was standing in the doorway looked out.
"Invite her in to the party, sweetheart," he said, slapping Marilyn on her behind.
"All right," she nodded. "Willard, this is Melinda."
"Pleased to meet you, Willard," she smiled as she stepped in the door.
Willard flipped his cock up for her to grip.
"Want to grab it and shake it?" he grinned.
Reaching out Melinda gripped his cock and shook it as if it were a hand.
"You're well hung, honey," she told him, "and how can I please you? I'm just learning the business. Marilyn's a professional and she's teaching me the tricks of the trade."
"Wow!" he told her. "What I would really love would be to have an ass suck when another girl is licking my dick or my balls. Would that interest you?"
"Very much, if there's something in it for me," she teased. "I can't do these acts for charity."
"All right I'll give you twenty more."
When he mentioned how much he would give her, it made Melinda bitter. For she realized what a unique and profitable customer Henry had been.
Vainly she regretted that she had handed over all of the money. However, twenty was better than nothing.
"Certainly," she smiled, "but I ought to get to lick your dick so I can suck your sperm for that. Ass sucking should be more money as it isn't so rewarding."
"Maybe the two of you would like to suck on my cock?" he suggested.
"It's better the other way," Marilyn insisted. "You can lick his asshole, honey, and I'll suck his dick. We'll have a good time. Let's get back to bed. You know you interrupted us. Willard had his gun almost there."
"I'm sorry," she apologized.
Returning to the bedroom, Willard got on the bed.
Marilyn lay on the bottom. Willard straddled her face.
"I'll feed you my cock," he smiled as he slowly slid his long black penis into Marilyn's mouth.
It was obvious to Melinda that Marilyn enjoyed sucking on his long black joy stick. It was equally obvious that she hadn't taken the afternoon off. Instead, she had gone about her business, milking more men for sex.
"And you bring up the rear," Willard smiled as he looked back at Melinda who was undressing.
When Melinda was totally nude she got on the bed and gripped his firm round black ass cheeks.
She let her tongue slide all over his buttocks as he fucked Marilyn's face.
"Suck it off, sweetheart," he panted as he pumped it to her. "That's the way to do it. Suck it. Come on, baby, suck that big black dick. Oh, it's full of white cream, honey. It's loaded. The cream comes to the top when you suck. Suck, suck, suck it. Suck that prick. Suck it. Suck it off."
Passionately she went on sucking. It was going to be a moment of pleasure.
"Beautiful," he told her, "that's just the way I like it, honey. Now you're sucking. Oh, baby, suck that dick. Suck that cock off."
With both women entertaining him with their mouths, Willard was delighted and doubly excited.
He watched in the mirror. He enjoyed the sight of the reflection. For he could see Marilyn's head buried in his crotch. He could see his thick black cock sliding in and out of her lips. He loved the sight of her red lips clasping his mainstem. At the same time he enjoyed the sight of Melinda between his ass crack. Her tongue was slipping high up his asshole.
"Eat my prick," he told Marilyn. "Suck that juice. Suck that big cock. Get that cream. Suck it off. Suck it. Suck that cock."
At the same time he was telling Melinda to eat out his ass.
"Ride your tongue up there, honey," he told her happily. "Suck ass. Suck it. Suck my black ass. Slip it in there."
Higher and higher she let her tongue slip up his asshole. She gripped his ass cheeks and squeezed them.
"Eat my black ass," he panted, "eat it. Suck my black asshole. Oh, baby, it's pretty. A woman at my ass and another woman on my dick. What man could want more?"
All at once his big thick cock exploded. Marilyn's cheeks pulled in as she ate him.
"Suck it off," he told her, "Suck it, baby. Suck that cock. Suck it off."
The hot cream was about to explode some more. For she was tickling his balls, determined to get all of the juice she could.
"Lick my dick," he told her, "that's it, sweetheart. Lick my dick. Suck it. Suck it."
Passionately she went on entertaining him. It was a moment of triumph as more sperm spurted from his thick black penis head.
At the same time Melinda never took her tongue out of his ass. That was, until she heard a voice behind her.
"You dirty ass sucker," her husband complained. "What the hell are you doing here?"
She turned around and there he stood, glaring at her.
"How did you know I was here?" she asked Gary. "I've had that phone bugged for months," he told her. "I was just checking on you. I figured you were two-timing me."
"You bastard," she snapped indignantly, "what right have you to come in here?"
Willard was angry. Pulling his cock out of Marilyn's mouth he got to his feet and raised his fists.
"Want me to take care of him?" he asked Melinda.
"He's my husband," she said sadly.
"I was your husband," he told her, "I'm divorcing you. I'm moving out, baby. It's all over between you and me. No more of this two-time crap."
"I apologize," she said. "I got trapped into it."
"You don't have to fool me none," he told her. "You're an ass-sucking nympho, that's what you are. And you're no damned good."
"Oh, Gary," she exclaimed, "you're the one who got me hooked on all of this. It wasn't until you taught me all the ropes of sex that I got so deeply involved. Now you're blaming me. Damn you."
"Damn you," he exclaimed. "You know better than this. Don't you have any character?"
"Not enough, I guess," she whispered.
None of her protests or cries impressed him. For he was determined to get rid of her. Hastily she dressed. But before she could get to the door he was gone. Marilyn was laughing.
"I think that was the funniest scene I've ever seen," she giggled.
"My meal ticket just walked out of my life," she complained.
"That's the way it happened with me," Marilyn explained. "That's why I'm laughing. Robby came home and caught me playing around with another guy. Robby got so angry he said he would divorce me. I didn't dare contest it as I didn't want the dirty linen washed out in public."
"And you didn't get any settlement?" Melinda shook her head.
"Not a damn dime," she laughed. "And I guess it was my own fault. But really, baby, seeing history repeat itself made me laugh."
"It isn't funny," she told Marilyn. "It really isn't."
By this time Willard had dressed. He paid Marilyn forty dollars and handed twenty to Melinda.
Melinda wanted to throw it at him. But she didn't.
"Thank you, Willard," she told him.
"Maybe I'll see you around, sweetheart," he told her, "now that you're in the business."
He walked out and left her alone with Marilyn. "Maybe he will be seeing me around," Melinda nodded.
She threw her arms around Marilyn and sobbed. "It's not as bad as all that, baby," she told her, "I'll split the money down the middle that Henry gave you. I want to be fair."
"Thank you," shi shook her head. "I know what Gary will do. He'll tie up the bank account and leave me stranded."
"As long as you've got your pussy, honey," Marilyn assured her, "you've got your meal ticket. Don't worry about that."
Glancing down at her vagina, she noticed it was still outlined, with the red lipstick Marilyn noticed it at that moment, too. She burst out laughing.
"Henry was up to his old tricks," she laughed. "Sometimes he likes to put lipstick on your buttocks. This time be glorified your pussy."
They both laughed and got loaded. When she sobered up the next morning, Melinda realized that it wasn't quite as simple as all of that. When she went back home, sure enough, Gary had moved out and she was left alone to face the world in her own wild way.