Lisa was sitting on the edge of the bed, crying. She’d just come out of the shower and was completely naked. Next to her were a white negligee and a pair of white heels. When I entered, she pointed to the tape recorder on the nightstand. She handed me the list of instructions she’d been reading. I quickly read it.
1. Take a shower. Don’t touch your pussy.
2. Wait for Billy. When he comes in, turn on the recorder.
3. Tell him to oil and perfume your body, but he’s not to touch your cunt.
4. Tell Billy some of the things that are making you hot. Make sure what you say gets on the tape. I want the guests to hear how much you want me to fuck you.
5. Do your make-up. Tell Billy how I told you to paint your mouth and why.
6. Put on the gown and the shoes.
7. Send Billy out with the recorder, and there better be some damn good stuff on it.
8. I’ll call you when we want you.
I placed the list on the dresser. Lisa brushed away her tears with the back of her hand. She looked up at me and shook her head. She looked so terribly sad, I felt the tears come to my own eyes.
She took a deep breath and, in a voice directed toward the recorder said, “Billy, there’s oil in that bottle on the table and perfume next to it.” She stretched out on the bed, face down. “Rub me,” she said. I started at her feet. “Rub hard, Billy.” She pointed again to the recorder. “Frank says anyone can tell how sexual a woman is by looking at her feet. If she has small, even toes and a very high arch she’s going to want it all the time.” I poured baby oil on her other foot and massaged it. “Do I qualify, Billy?” She wiggled her bright red painted toes in my hand.
“Yes, Lisa,” I said, not looking up at her. “Frank is right.”
“Frank says that I’m oversexed, that I should do it...you know do it...three or four times a day.” I spread the oil over her firm legs and buttocks and began to rub, careful to avoid her wet pussy. “That feels good, Billy. Make me look pretty.” She hesitated, “I want to be pretty for Frank,” she added.
When I finished her back and shoulders, she turned. I dribbled oil over her legs, and belly, and breasts. Her nipples were swollen and hard. She gasped when I touched them. “Oh, Billy, I need it. It’s been a long time.” She shut her eyes and clenched her fists at her side. “Frank doesn’t bite my nipples, but he pinches them till it hurts. Sometimes he twists them. I love when he does that.” After I finished, she sat on the edge of the bed. Her tiny body glistened in the soft light. She pointed to the bottle of Shalimar on the small dressing table in the corner. “Frank always wants me to smell good.” She splashed the expensive cologne liberally over her body and indicated I was to rub it in. As I leaned over her, she whispered in my ear, “It’s all for the tape, Billy. I love you...I love you so much”
She could see that my cock was straining against my pants. I tried to put her hand on it, but she quickly stood up and crossed to the dressing table. “Frank likes my lips to be bright red and shiny.” She began to outline her mouth with a brush then carefully she filled in the outline with lipstick. “That’s what this gloss is for. It’s an oil that keeps my lips wet and makes them shine.” She coated her mouth with the gloss. “I always put on fresh lipstick before I...before I...” she turned away from me and faced the recorder, “before I suck Frank’s cock.” She paused, still staring at the revolving tape. “He likes me to look perfect when I do it to him like that.” She paused, still staring at the slowly revolving tape. “He wants my lips to be perfect when I…when I suck his cock.” She turned around but couldn’t face me.
She quickly applied light make-up to her eyes and pointed to the negligee. I held it for her. It was sheer nylon with lace trimming. From the thin satin straps at her shoulders to the small pearl clasp at her waist, it fit very tight. Her breasts and nipples pushed against the transparent material. It flared out from her hips and, just above her crotch, it opened. The opening widened until it reached the floor. Her legs were bare. Her pussy was easily accessible.
She looked in the mirror. “It’s a beautiful gown, isn’t it, Billy?” I tried to answer, but couldn’t. She quickly crossed to sit on the bed and handed me her shoes. I knelt before her and slipped her tiny feet into them. The heels were very high and thin. The shoes themselves were open at the toe and consisted of little more than narrow satin ribbons that crisscrossed and wrapped around her ankles and tied in bows.
“High arch,” I said, and tried to smile up at her.
“Yes, very high,” she said, spreading her legs while nodding in the direction of the recorder. She had picked up the list of instructions and read it again. “Look, Billy, do you see how wet I am? I want Frank so bad I can hardly stand it. All the while I was...sucking Teddy, I thought about Frank, about the way he does it to me...about how he makes me come.” She stood up and handed me the recorder, which was still running. “Billy, he makes me come good. I come every time!”
“I know,” I said.
She put her arms around me, the tears once more began to fill her eyes. “He expects me to say these things,” she whispered. I nodded. “Tell him I’m ready,” she said forcing a little smile. Then, she frowned and her whole body shuddered. “They are bad, Billy, all of them are horrible, but I think I can deal with them. It’s Silk, Billy. Like I said, he’s evil. He scares me.” I moved to comfort her but she turned away.
They were still playing cards. Frank took the recorder and pressed the rewind button. “Everyone needs a drink, Billy,” he said. “And there’s some sandwiches from the deli in a bag in the refrigerator. Put them on a plate and bring them out.” When I returned, Lisa’s voice on the recorder was saying, “Billy, he makes me come good. I come every time!”
“Damn, Frank, she sure has the hots for you!” Teddy exclaimed.
“That’s right,” Silk added, “but she’s always hot for cock. Everybody’s except Billy’s, right Billy?” he laughed.
“That’s right, Mr. Silk.”
“Like I told you, she sucked my prick and fucked me twice in Billy’s living room while Billy served us coffee.”
“Is that true, Billy?” Harriet asked.
“Yes,” I said, “she does whatever Frank tells her to do.”
“I don’t know how the fuck you can take it,” Teddy seemed genuinely puzzled. “If she was my woman...”
“But she ain’t your woman,” Frank interrupted. “She’s mine. Right, Billy?”
“Yes,” I said.
He put down the deck he’d been shuffling. “Enough cards for awhile. It’s show time. You ready, Harriet?”
“I’m dripping wet, Frank.”
“Good. You sit on the couch. The rest bring your chairs.” They placed them in a semi-circle around the couch with Frank’s big chair in the center. When they were settled, I served another round of drinks and stepped back behind the half circle of chairs. “Lisa!” Frank yelled.
The bedroom door opened immediately. They murmured their approval. Lisa was beautiful: her legs with their sheen of oil, the tiny cleft of her exposed pussy, the rounded swell of her splendid ass, her narrow waist, the visible outline of her firm breasts and hard nipples, and the bright red liquid gloss of her full lips. I noticed the fear in her eyes and the slight quivering of her lower lip. Looking at her face, one saw only a frightened little girl. She crossed to stand once more beside Frank. Frank looked up at her. “What’s my baby want?” he asked.
“Feel me, honey.” She pushed aside the opening of her gown and placed his huge hand on the back of her thigh. As his hand moved up to fondle her ass, she closed her eyes. Her lips parted, and she lifted up on her tiptoes and gasped as his blunt fingers brushed against her clit. Although she felt ashamed and afraid, it was clear that she was also intensely aroused.
“Now what you want?” Frank smiled and winked at his audience.
“You, honey. I want you...I want you inside me.”
“But you got to earn it.” Frank continued to stroke the ba
ck of her thighs. Lisa nodded. “Remember what we talked about before the party?” Frank asked.
“Yes.”
“What was it?”
Lisa couldn’t speak for a moment. Frank pinched her. “The prize,” she said quickly.
“That’s right.” Frank smiled up at her. “Now I want you to go over there and kneel down with your head on the rug between Harriet’s boots and your hard little ass raised up.” Lisa hesitated. “Do it!” Frank demanded. Harriet smiled as Lisa got to her knees and rested her head on the floor as Frank had instructed. “Good,” Frank said. “Show us the prize, but not too fast.”
Lisa reached back and slowly began to draw the hem of her gown up over her legs, over the glistening crack of her pussy, and finally over the smooth flawless skin of her ass. “Spread,” Frank commanded. The bright tipped fingers of Lisa’s little hands pulled her ass cheeks apart to reveal the small, pink puckered center of her anus.
“Jesus Christ!” Teddy shouted, “you mean...”
Silk jumped up excitedly, “He means one of us gets to fuck that sweet virgin ass! Ain’t that right, Frank?”
“Goddamn,” Dooley said, quietly.
“To tell the truth,” Frank said, “I don’t know. Maybe we should ask the little cock teaser. You want the prize winner’s cock?” Lisa said something inaudible. “Speak up, damn it!” Frank yelled.
“Yes.”
“Where do you want it?”
“There,” Lisa said.
“Say it,” Frank commanded.
“In my...in my...in my ass,” she whispered.
Frank looked at his guests and nodded. “Is that what you really want, baby? You want a stiff cock sliding into that virgin ass?”
“Yes, honey,” Lisa answered.
“Good. Pull your gown back down but stay right there and answer my questions so we all can hear.” Frank paused as if he weren’t quite sure how to start the next phase of his little entertainment. Smiling, he winked at Harriet. “Lisa,” he said, “you’re right there where you can see Harriet’s boots. Do they look hot and heavy to you?” The thick black leather boots were worn and cracked. Lisa wasn’t sure how she should respond.
After a moment, she said, “Yes, honey, they do.”
“Well then, since Harriet is our guest, why don’t you take off her boots and make her feel more comfortable.”
Still kneeling before the old woman, Lisa raised her head. Harriet extended one boot. Lisa unbuckled the strap at the instep and tugged it off. Harriet wore no socks or stockings. Her pale feet were narrow, the toes thin. Her toenails were long and painted a dark shade of red. Lisa pulled off the other boot, then waited for Frank to tell her she could stand. Harriet stared down at the kneeling girl. Unsmiling, she lifted one narrow bony foot to the level of Lisa’s breasts.
“Kiss,” she said evenly.
Lisa turned away looking back at Frank. “Please, Frank honey, don’t make me,” she pleaded.
Frank smiled at her and shook his head, “You know I’m not making you do anything. Whatever you do here tonight is because you want to do it. If you don’t want to please Harriet, you don’t have to.” Lisa took a deep breath and started to rise. “And,” Frank continued, “if I don’t like your attitude and decide not to fuck you tonight...well, you know how it goes, baby.” Lisa stood for a moment looking at Frank. “Maybe Silk’s right,” Frank continued. “Maybe you are an arrogant little bitch.”
Slowly, Lisa got to her knees again and turned back to Harriet. She placed her left hand under the heel of Harriet’s extended foot and bent her head, and gently touched her lips to Harriet’s long, thin toes. Harriet lowered her foot.
“That’s better,” Harriet smiled. She stood. Lisa still knelt before her. “Look up here, Lisa,” Harriet said, “I got a little surprise for you.” Lisa lifted her head. “While you were getting yourself all pretty for us, me and Frank worked out a little deal.” Lisa glanced quickly at Frank. “Your main man has given you to me for a little while,” Harriet said.
“Oh, no,” Lisa whispered, and turned back toward Frank.
“Harriet’s right, baby. It won’t be long. Maybe you should remember a couple of things like reform schools, Ryan’s, you know.”
Harriet laughed. “Suppose you tell us whose hot little bitch you are now?”
“But I...I...,” Lisa again looked at Frank pleading with her eyes. He shook his head. “I...I...I’m yours,” Lisa said softly.
“Say it so we can hear you.”
“Yours,” Lisa said, louder this time. “Frank says I belong to you.”
“And if you belong to me, you’ll do what I say, right?”
Lisa bowed her head, “Yes, I’ll do what you say.”
“Good. Now, unbuckle this belt and pull off my jeans, and then take off my shirt.” Harriet’s legs were like her feet, thin and bony. Her buttocks were also thin but firm. A triangle of thick curly black hair covered her pussy. She sat down and Lisa began to unbutton the black shirt. Harriet wore no bra. Like her ass, her breasts were surprisingly firm, tipped with large dark nipples. When she was completely naked, she leaned forward. “Now, what do you want to do for Harriet?” she asked, reaching out to draw her long fingernails across Lisa’s breasts.
Before Lisa could respond, Harriet pulled the girl tight between her spread legs so that Lisa’s belly was pressed against the older woman’s pubis. Harriet then yanked Lisa’s hair as Frank had done, forcing the girl’s head back. She leaned forward until her face almost touched Lisa’s. She licked her thin lips and smiled. “Kiss,” she said, drawing Lisa’s mouth toward hers. Lisa shut her eyes and pressed her lips tightly together. Harriet yanked viciously on Lisa’s hair, “Open, damn it!” Lisa winced but did not cry out. Obediently, she parted her lips. Harriet extended her tongue. Lisa lifted her head to accept it.
Quickly Harriet reached out and, between her pointed fingernails, pinched Lisa’s swollen nipples. Although her mouth was still pressed against Harriet’s, Lisa moaned. They parted, and Harriet placed one hand on the back of Lisa’s neck. “Suck my nipples,” she said. Lisa took one of the brown nipples in her mouth. She sucked it. Then, she sucked the other one. “Ahh, “ Harriet whispered, “that’s it. See if I’m wet.” Lisa reached between Harriet’s legs, her tiny hand almost hidden in the thick black pubic hair. “Well?” Harriet asked.
Lisa looked up at her. “Yes, very wet.”
“That means you’re making me hot, and if you get someone hot and wet you should make them come, isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” Lisa said.
“Do you know how to make me come?”
“I never...I don’t think...” Lisa stammered.
Harriet leaned back against the cushions of the couch and parted her legs. She spread her pussy so that her purple vaginal lips opened to reveal a long, dark, glistening clitoris. “Lick me, baby,” she said. “Suck my pussy and make me come.” She pushed Lisa’s head between her legs and held it there.
Soon, Harriet began to thrust her pelvis forward and groan. “Suck, baby, suck it. Suck it good.” Lisa reached up to squeeze Harriet’s nipples. Suddenly Harriet cried out and, pulling Lisa’s head hard against her pussy, she thrashed back and forth and came. Gasping and moaning, she continued to hold Lisa’s head to her pussy until she came again.
Harriet fell back against the couch, panting heavily. Lisa stood up. When she turned to face us, she was crying. She looked at Frank, and then she spit on the floor. “I hate it!” she screamed. “I hate all of it!” She ran, sobbing, into the bedroom leaving the door open behind her.
“Billy,” Frank growled, “another round of drinks.” He went to Harriet and leaned over to whisper in her ear. Then, frowning, he crossed to the bedroom and slammed the door behind him.
Silk stood up, his face red with anger, “It’s just like I told you,” he said, his voice cracking, “that cunt thinks she’s better than us! She got a lot to learn...a goddamn lot to learn!”
Chapter Twelve
/> The Prize
When I returned from the kitchen, Frank was back in his chair. Harriet, still sitting on the couch, had put on her clothes and boots. The others sat facing her, just as they had while Lisa performed for them.
“Little bitch shouldn’t a done that,” Silk said, glancing at Frank for approval. Frank ignored him and turned to look over his shoulder at the bedroom door. I served the drinks and everyone waited in silence.
After a few minutes, the door opened. Lisa wore the same white gown and shoes. She had reapplied her makeup. Her mouth was bright red once more. She glanced at Frank, and then crossed slowly to stand in front of Harriet. Getting to her knees, she bowed her head. “Please, I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean it.” Harriet smiled slightly. There was a pause. “I want to...to…” Lisa was having trouble speaking. She took a deep breath and began once more. “I want to make you come again.”
“Yes, my dear, I’m going to see that you do. I’m going to have you do all sorts of nice things to me with that hot little mouth of yours. But not now. In a day or two at my house. Teddy will bring you there.”
“Thank you.” Lisa turned to look up at the half-circle of guests. “I’m sorry for the way I acted,” she said.
“Maybe sorry ain’t enough,” Silk said.
“I want to...to make up for it.” She turned toward Frank. He nodded his head. She got to her feet, then parted her gown and exposed her pussy. She went from one guest to the other, stopping before each. “Please feel,” she said. Each of the men fingered her, and when she was touched she shut her eyes and gasped or moaned softly. Silk was last. She approached him, visibly shaking. Standing before him, she looked down at the floor. Quickly and forcefully he shoved two long, bony fingers deep inside her. She cried out and bit her lip.
Silk grinned, “You’re sure a hot little cunt, ain’t you?”
“Yes,” Lisa said, “that’s...that’s what I am.” Silk grabbed her breast. She squirmed as Silk pinched her nipple. He continued to finger her. In spite of her shame and revulsion, she began to move against his hand.
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