The Lisa Series

by Charles Arnold

  “Gotta do better than that little Lisa. Speak up. Say what the fuck you mean. Talk to me.”

  Lisa continued to stare at his cock. She began in the familiar monotone. “When you fuck my ass, honey, I love it. I love when you take me that way. It makes me hot. When your cock touches my opening there...back there I get excited. I love when you push it in me...I...I...love the way it feels.”

  “And?” Silk prompted.

  “I love knowing that it’s your cock deep inside me. I love knowing that you think of me as your woman, and you can have me anytime you want me.” She looked down again and clenched her hands into fists. “I love for you to cum in my ass.”

  “That’s it, baby,” Silk continued to stroke his prick which had become hard. “Keep talking, Mrs. Lindal, and start fingering your pussy.”

  Lisa put her right hand under hem of her short pajama top and spread her legs slightly. “I’m glad Frank gave me to you. At first I wasn’t, but now I am. I like it when you pinch my nipples, when you pinch them hard.”

  “That’s right, Lisa, I’m listening.”

  “A little while ago, when you touched my lip with your finger, I was hoping you would shove it in my mouth and let me suck it. I like when you touch me, touch my naked body. You touch me like you own me. Like you own my body.” An intensity began to creep into her voice. The flat monotone was gone. “I...I...want you to own me.” She was trembling. “All the time I want to feel your hands on me. I want to kiss your mouth.” She had lifted the hem of her pajamas so that Silk could watch as she masturbated. She was breathing shallower, her breasts rising and falling.

  “Yeah,” Silk’s eyes were bright and mean, “but you wasn’t so fuckin nice to our guests tonight. All that goddamn complaining and crying. Maybe you won’t get what you want. Maybe I won’t fuck your ass.”

  Lisa took a small step toward him. He held up his hand. She stopped. “Please, honey,” she pleaded, “please, I need it. I’ve been thinking about it all day. I...I...took the enema to clean myself for you. I used the KY and perfume. I put in the plug to stretch my...my opening for you.” She had trouble saying these last words. She seemed ready to cum.

  “Stop playing with yourself,” Silk commanded. Quickly, Lisa withdrew her fingers and, once more, clasped her hands in front of her. She bowed her head.

  I heard the front door open and close, but no one else seemed to notice. Silk spit in his hand and smeared the spittle over his cock as he continued to stroke it. “All that talking has got you hot like it always does, right?”

  “Yes, honey. I’m very wet.”

  “Well, if you’re so goddamn excited, how about you take my prick up your ass and another prick in your mouth? Two at once?”

  She glanced fearfully at Rafti, “Not...not...” she began.

  “No, not Rafti.”

  Obviously relieved, she turned back toward Silk, “You know I belong to you. You know I’ll do whatever you say.”

  “Well, come here then.” He pointed to the floor in front of him. “Get down on your knees and lick the spit off my dick.” Lisa got to her knees between his legs. As she leaned forward, the shear pajama top rode up to expose her buttocks. The red lash marks were clearly visible, as was the base of the plug, and the glistening circle of KY. She began to lick the underside of his cock. “Yeah,” Silk said, “I trained her to lick like a little kitten, slow and with the tip of her tongue.” The sight of my wife kneeling before this filthy old man and touching her lips to his horrible cock caused my stomach to wretch, yet I couldn’t turn away. My own cock felt as if it might explode.

  After a few minutes, Silk shrugged out of his robe and leaned back. His emaciated body was naked; the sallow skin blotched with dark warts. He gestured to Lisa. “Come on up here, little kitten. Make love to me. You know, like you do every night when I come home.” Lisa got off her knees and slowly slid her body along his until she lay, full length, against him. I wondered if, against her bare skin, she could feel the crusted patches. She leaned on her elbows, looking down into his sneering face. Her pointed nipples brushed his sunken chest. I noticed him glance at the video camera closest to them. “Now, say it,” he demanded. “Tell your man what you tell him every night.”

  She closed her eyes for a moment then, opening them, she leaned closer, “I...I...love you,” she whispered. Suddenly he dug his long fingernails into her raw ass cheeks. Lisa cried out and tried to move away, but he pulled her down on him.

  I became aware of someone in the archway. It was Dooley. He had apparently come up earlier and changed his clothes in the hall. He wore a soiled white robe and nothing else. Neither Rafti nor his wife seemed surprised. Silk was holding Lisa’s face as he forced his tongue between her lips. He let her go. She lifted her head for a moment and twisted her head away. Quickly he slid his hand between her legs and grabbed her there, hard. She gasped, then turned back to him. He nodded. She pressed her parted lips to the wet hole that was his mouth. Both Lisa and Silk seemed unaware of Dooley’s arrival. This, too, it appeared, had been part of the scenario everyone understood. Silk’s hands were on Lisa’s breasts, his fingers twisting her nipples.

  Dooley strode into the circle of light and, leaning over Lisa, he stroked her ass and rubbed her pussy. She pushed back against his hand and began to make little whimpering sounds as she continued to kiss Silk. Dooley started to rotate the black plug and move it gently in and out. Lisa moaned, louder now, and ground her pelvis against Silk’s crotch. Dooley’s long black cock dangled between his legs and had begun to stiffen. He ran his fingers along one of the red welts on Lisa’s ass. Lisa drew in her breath. “You must of been a bad little fox to get such a beating?” Dooley said.

  “Tell him,” Silk ordered.

  Without turning around Lisa said, “Yes. I needed to be punished.”

  “What you do?” Dooley asked.

  “I...I...sucked Mr. Rafti’s...Mr. Rafti’s cock. His wife was here, watching.”

  “She the one whip you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Wish I was here to see it,” Dooley pushed hard on the anal plug. Lisa grunted. “Well,” Dooley eased the plug out a few inches, “maybe some other time I’ll get to watch while you’re whipped, right?”

  Lisa didn’t answer. Silk twisted one of her nipples. “Yes,” she said, “yes, Mr. Dooley, some other time.”

  Silk pushed her off him. “Get down on your knees, bitch, down on your knees in front of our friend Dooley. Tell him he’s got something you want.” Holding the arm of the chair for support, Lisa stood. Then she kneeled before Dooley. Silk climbed out of the chair and crossed to sit on the couch. As he did, the lights above the couch came on.

  Dooley looked down at Lisa, his hardening cock just inches from her bowed head. He took off his robe and let it fall on the floor. Silk gestured toward Lisa, “Tell him,” he said. “Speak up.”

  “You have something I want, Mr. Dooley.”

  “And what the fuck might that be?”

  Lisa glanced at his long black prick. “Your cock.”

  “What you want to do with it?”

  “I...I...want to...to suck it. I want to suck your cock.”

  A hint of a smile crossed Dooley’s thin lips. He rubbed the head of his cock against her cheeks. “You ever French black toes?” he asked. Lisa frowned, not sure what he meant. “Black toes,” he repeated, “like them.” He pointed down at his bare feet.

  “No...no...I never...” Lisa began to back away.

  “Well I gotta itch to see a pretty white fox like you Frenching a black man’s toes.”

  “But I...I,” Lisa began to protest, “I can’t...I can’t.” Her eyes filled with tears.

  Silk stood up. “I say you can,” he spoke quietly.

  Lisa turned to look at him. “If you’re my woman, I’m telling you to do what Dooley says. If you ain’t my woman get up off the floor and get the fuck out of here.”

  Lisa waited, her head bowed. A shiver shook her body. Then, she looked up at
Dooley. “I’m his woman,” she said.

  “Good. Get down and do it.” He pointed, once more, to his feet.

  Lisa inched back to where he stood. Placing her hands on either side of Dooley’s feet, she bent down until her lips touched one of his big toes.

  “A little tongue,” Dooley said.

  Because I was on the floor, I could see the pink tip of her tongue slide out between her lips as she softly kissed the first toe of each of his feet. When she had finished, she looked up at him. “Good.” he said.

  “Thank you,” Lisa whispered.

  “Now, these,” he cupped his heavy balls and pulled his cock back against his stomach. For a long time, Lisa licked his testicles. My position on the floor placed me almost close enough to touch her, but just outside the circle of light. I could see the long spike heels, the muscle of her calves, the round swell of her hips, the black disk and the red welts, the incredibly small waist, the curve of her back, her slender shoulders and firm breasts with their smooth hard nipples. Her eyes were closed. Her lips glistened. She licked Dooley’s black balls until they were wet with her saliva.

  Dooley’s cock twitched in his hand as he pulled on it. Silk was also stroking his cock. Rafti, too, had taken his prick out and was masturbating. If my hands had been free, I’m afraid, I would have done the same. The contrast of black and white, brutality and innocence, weakness and strength, dominance and surrender, beauty and ugliness, came together to create a scene that was both repulsive and compelling.

  “Ask her if she wants to do us both at the same time,” Silk said.

  Dooley stepped back. “Look up here and sit like Frank taught you.” Still kneeling, Lisa sat back on her heels and placed her hands behind her neck. “Open,” Dooley said. Lisa spread her legs apart. “What’s that you showing me?”

  “My...my...pussy.”

  “No, ain’t right.”

  “My...my cunt.”

  “Why you showing me your cunt?”

  “Because Mr. Silk, he...he like me to show it...to show my cunt.” She paused. “He likes people to see how wet it gets...how wet my cunt gets.”

  “Why’s it all the time wet?”

  “Thinking about belonging...thinking that I belong to him...belong to Mr. Silk, makes my...my...cunt wet.”

  Dooley shook his head, “Goddamn it, that skinny bastard’s old enough to be your fuckin father.” He waved a hand in Silk’s direction, “Shit, Silk’s got to be the dirtiest ugly fuckin bum I ever seen, and I seen some real ugly bums. Ain’t I right?”

  “Yes,” Lisa said, “I know.” She glanced at Silk and bowed her head. “But...but...I...I’m his woman.”

  Silk grinned. Dooley looked back at Lisa, “Ahh, fuck it. To hell with him.” He shook his prick at her, “What about this?”

  “Yes,” Lisa said.

  “You gonna do us both at the same time?”

  Lisa looked up at him. “Yes. That’s what Mr. Silk wants.”

  Silk chuckled, “Well, since Dooley run out of fuckin questions, suppose you get your ass over here where you’ll be of some use.” Lisa began to get to her feet. “Crawl,” Silk ordered. On her hands and knees, Lisa crawled to the couch. The whip marks and the black circle of the plug were clearly visible. When she reached the couch, Silk stood. Under the harsh light, he looked like an emaciated cadaver, frail and bony. His sagging skin was a pale yellowish color. There were even more of the rust colored patches on his flat, wrinkled ass and his torso than I thought. They were also on his feet and hands. They seemed to be raised warts of some kind.

  Lisa stopped in front of him and, kneeling with her eyes lowered and her head slightly bowed, she placed her hands behind her neck and spread her knees. “Look at my cock,” Silk said. She raised her head. “Beg,” Silk commanded.

  “Please, honey,” Lisa began, “please fuck me.” It was obscene. This beautiful childlike woman in her little girl’s short white gown, her innocent face, clean and fresh...devoid of makeup... groveling at the filthy feet of this grotesque old pervert. She was my sweet wife. She still couldn’t say the word ‘fuck’ without blushing. I could see her knuckles whiten as she clasped her hands tighter behind her neck.

  “You can do better,” Silk said. “I seen you do better, lots of times.”

  Lisa parted her knees wider. She thrust her small breasts forward and ran her tongue over her lips. “See how hot you make me, honey. See how wet I am. Please, honey, I am begging you. Please fuck me the way you like it.”

  Silk looked across at Rafti, Arisha, and me. He winked and then grinned. “More,” he was ridiculing her. We all knew it and so did she.

  “I’m begging you...begging you to...to...please take me. Take me the way you always do...the way you want me. Please honey, put it...put your cock in my ass. Please, honey, fuck my...my...ass. Fuck it hard. Cum inside me, honey.” She tilted her head back and once again licked her glistening lips, “Please cum inside me. Cum in my ass.” She inched forward as she pulled the pajama top off her shoulders and pushed it down to her waist. Then she cupped her breasts holding them up and out to him. “See how hard my nipples are? I shaved my...my... cunt for you. I’m getting wetter. I can feel it. Can you see how wet I am?” She unclasped her hands for a moment to spread her labial lips. Silk stared down at her, his eyes narrow slits. He continued to pull at his repulsive brown prick. “You know I belong to you...only you honey, only you.”

  She placed her hands behind her neck again and arched her back. “Look at me, honey,” she whispered, “look at my body. It belongs to you. My mouth, my breasts, my...my...cunt, my ass, all belong to you. I belong to you. I’m your woman. Yours...only yours.” She moved closer until her nipples brushed against his skinny legs. He stepped back. “Please, honey,” she pleaded, “I want it. I want your cock in…in my ass. I want to feel you slide it up into me...deep inside me. Fuck my ass, honey, please fuck my ass.”

  Silk sneered at her. “I think you should fuck your own ass first. I think you should bend down, put your face on the floor and lift up your ass. I think you should show our guests what Silk’s woman does when he tells her to go fuck herself.”

  “Yes, honey,” Lisa said. She placed her cheek on the rug between Silk’s dirty feet and, raising her ass, reached back and began, as Dooley had done earlier, to push the black plug in and out. She was blushing furiously, but her breath came faster.

  “Filthy!” Arisha shouted. “Filthy whore!”

  “I want to fuck her ass,” Rafti whispered harshly. “I pay...I pay!” He continued to stroke his thick, hard cock.

  Silk took a step toward Lisa, “Play with your pussy,” he ordered. Lisa placed her left hand between her legs and moaned softly as she rubbed her swollen clitoris. She slid the glistening plug in and out of her tight anus. Once more, Silk let her almost reach an orgasm before he said, “Enough. Get up here on your knees.” He patted the cushion in the middle of the couch. Dooley moved to the end of the couch and stood there with his long cock resting on the arm. Lisa quickly knelt on the couch so that she faced Dooley. Silk was on his knees behind her. “Tell Dooley what you are and what you do,” Silk said.

  “I...I’m Mr. Silk’s whore. When he’s gone for the day, I make myself pretty for him and I try to think of ways to please him.”

  “Is it true you could leave right now if you wanted to?” Silk asked.

  “Yes. You told me many times that I could leave whenever I wanted to.”

  “Why ain’t you left?”

  “I belong to you. I want to belong to you...to be your woman.”

  “Why’s that?”

  “I don’t know. I’m not sure. It’s just the way it is. Frank gave me to you.”

  “You happy?”

  The question surprised her. She took a moment before answering. “No, not happy. Not like it was with Billy. But...but...it’s different. I can’t explain it.”

  “Okay, tell us what you’re gonna do for Dooley.”

  “I...I’m going to suck him....suc
k him until he...until he cums. Until he cums in my mouth.”

  “And what does Billy’s pretty little wife want from old Silk?”

  Lisa, looking straight ahead, said, “You know what I want, honey. I want you to take me. Take me the way you like it.”

  Dooley held his long stiff prick out to her. She placed her forearms against the end of the couch and gently cupped his heavy balls in her small hands. She parted her lips and, as she slowly took half of his length into her mouth, Silk withdrew the black plug from her ass. He put his hand between her legs and started to finger her. She moaned and pushed her pussy hard against his hand and began to rotate her hips. Silk laughed. “Goddamn! She’s hot now!” He held up the plug and then slid it into her cunt. Lisa whimpered. Slowly, Silk pulled the plug out and dropped it on the floor. Lisa looked up at Dooley as she licked the shaft of his glistening prick.

  Silk pressed the head of his cock against her tiny pink puckered anus. He gradually pushed until his prick disappeared inside her. Lisa gasped and once more took as much of Dooley’s black cock into her mouth as she could. Both Silk and Dooley began to pump her. One of her hands still cupped Dooley’s balls while she worked the other one between the cheeks of his muscular ass. She pushed her tiny index finger into his opening. Dooley grunted and reached forward to squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples. Silk was masturbating her with his long dirty fingers. She moaned continually as she thrust back on Silk’s cock.

  Dooley was not so much fucking her mouth as she was using her mouth to fuck his cock. She moved her head forward and back rhythmically, milking him. Her finger was buried deep in his ass. “That’s it!” Dooley hissed, “do me good, baby. Do me good like that.” She paused and flicked her tongue on the underside of the purple head of his cock.

  Silk’s withered testicle sack flopped against her ass cheeks. “Ah, she’s tight!” Silk cried. His cock glistened with the KY. “Her ass is so damn tight and hot...hot as a fuckin little furnace!”

  Rafti stood up. “I pay! I pay to fuck her ass!” he shouted.