THE TRUTH ABOUT LUCY

by MIMI WILDE

  His cock grew thicker in her mouth. His thick cockhead was leaking more. She knew he was about to come. He hung up the phone quickly and leaned back in his chair.

  “Oh fuck, baby,” he groaned. “Fuck, that’s good.”

  His prick spurted thickly into her mouth and she couldn’t swallow it all. She gagged and let some of it slip out of the corners of her mouth. He spurted again, but not quite as powerful as the first time. This time she was able to swallow most of it. The last spurt was more of a trickle onto her tongue but he didn’t release her.

  He forcefully kept his cock in her mouth until he started to get soft.

  Digger leaned back in his chair and stuffed his cock back into his pants. He took some Kleenexes out of his desk for her to wipe her mouth. She had to swallow a few times because she still felt his cum clumped in her throat.

  “You’ll get better at that,” he said. “Now bend over the desk.”

  “What,” she said.

  “I want to show you what happens if you fuck up,” he said. “There’s all kind of ways you can fuck up. You might talk back. You might mess up something up at work. Hell, you might have a headache some night. Remember this, baby. You really, really don’t want to fuck up.”

  She had no idea what he was doing. She leaned over the desk and he walked behind her. The first hard slap was like a gunshot and it hurt like hell. She yelped and tried to straighten up but he pushed her forcibly across the desk and he slapped her bottom a few more times, each time hurting her.

  “Do you belong to me, bitch?”

  “Oh yes, yes,” she said.

  He kept spanking her and asking questions. She wasn’t sure what her answers were. She promised anything he wanted. She had not bargained on anything like this. Finally, he stopped. She sobbed against the desk for a moment before she straightened up.

  “I enjoyed that,” he said. “There’s nothing like that kind of rush.”

  Her ass hurt. She straightened up. Angry words came to mind, but she bit them back.

  “Remember to get some really sexy lingerie,” he said.

  “Yes, sir,” she said.

  “And don’t fuck up,” he said.

  5.

  A nurse from Hopewell showed up the next morning at the farmhouse. Together they dressed her mother and packed her bag. Her mother was still half-drunk from her abuse of the bottle the night before. She muttered incoherently as they walked her out to the car and put her in the back seat. Her mother fell over in the seat and started snoring again.

  “We’ll take good care of her, sweetie, “the nurse said.

  She watched her mother driven away, and for the first time in years she felt as if she was free. She had few things at the house she wanted, and it didn’t take her long to pack the car. She locked up the farmhouse and had one last long look around.

  There had been some happy years when her father was alive, but now she was thankful to be leaving it behind.

  At the cottage he unpacked and then drove into Aberdeen. She spent the first part of the day at the hairdresser. She got the works. Her hair was carefully styled in the fashion of one of the current popular movie stars. She had a manicure and a facial massage, and felt like a new woman when she left the shop.

  The rest of the afternoon she spent shopping. She came away with several new outfits for herself, and an assortment of naughty lingerie she thought Digger would appreciate. She had a late lunch at the Ogletree Restaurant and was feeling pretty good until she stepped outside. She met Eddie getting out of the garage pick-up. He looked tired and irritable.

  He didn’t recognize her, at first, and when he did, his eyes grew wide in shock.

  “Lucy,” he said.

  She had discarded her worn dress and had worn one of the new outfits from the store. It was a snug fitting green dress, knee-length. With her new haircut, her hose and green heels, she knew she did not resemble a country girl anymore.

  She expected Eddie to still be angry, but instead he seemed awestruck.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said.

  “Thank you, Eddie,” she said.

  He looked as if he wanted to say something else, but words failed him. He looked sort of scrubby with his hair uncombed, and in his grease stained uniform. She had never wanted to hurt Eddie, but she would never have been happy married to him.

  It was best if he was out of her life.

  ….

  She found Digger’s Cadillac parked in the drive when she returned from shopping. He was sitting on the couch in his undershirt and boxers watching a baseball game on the console television and drinking a beer.

  “Put those things down and come over here,” he said

  She put the things in her bedroom and started to kick off her shoes, but then thought better of it. Digger would more appreciate her look if she wore the shoes. The shoes had higher heels than she had worn up until now, but the sales lady assured her the men in her life would appreciate it.

  “There’s nothing men like better than seeing a woman’s rear end in a tight skirt and high heels,” the woman told her. “Believe me. Especially when a woman has a bottom like yours.”

  She walked back into the living room and stood in front of Digger. He sipped his beer while he admired her.

  “I like the look,” he said. “Turn around.”

  She turned around slowly. She was starting to get used to putting on shows for him.

  “I got a thing with the wife tonight,” he said. “Did you buy some sexy lingerie like I told you?”

  “Yes,” she said.

  “I don’t have a lot of time now. Hurry in there and put some on. Keep the shoes on.”

  Maybe he didn’t have time but there was enough time for her to put on a mini-fashion show for him. She showed off every sexy outfit she had purchased. Like a model, he insisted she turn, walk around the room, and stand close so he could finger the material and her. With the last outfit, he pulled her own into his lap.

  “Have some beer, pretty girl,” he said.

  She sipped beer from his can. It had never been one of her favorite tastes but what she liked didn’t matter. She was there to please him.

  “How are you and Troy getting along?” he asked.

  ‘I don’t think he likes me very much,” she said.

  “How could he not like these?” Digger said.

  He brushed his hand across her nipple and then cupped her breast and squeezed. She squirmed in his lap. His cock pressed her bottom and she felt his heat through the thin material of her knee-length nightgown and black panties. She wore nothing else and his hand squeezing her breast sent a shiver through her.

  “Good old Troy needs to get laid and he’ll relax a little,” Digger said. “He needs a nice hot piece of ass like you. Hell, maybe when I’m done with you, I’ll share you with him.”

  She shuddered at the thought of Digger sharing her with someone else, especially with Troy. She didn’t like Troy very much but she would obey Digger. She wondered if he would want to watch while Troy fucked her, or share her together. No, that really wasn’t Digger’s style. Digger was possessive.

  But when he tired of her, he might turn her over to Troy. Sharing her pussy. She really would be a whore then. Like her mother. A fat old whore with cow tits cruelly abused by a long succession of customers.

  The thought should not turn her on. But it did.

  Digger pulled her nightgown up and over her head. She pulled it the rest of the way and dropped it into the floor. Digger’s hands gripped her breasts even harder. He squeezed so hard she gasped for breath. Bending his head he licked at a nipple.

  “Sweet and tasty,” Digger said.

  He sucked at her gently, but it was not what she wanted. Her juices were flowing. Her panties were already wet. Her breasts were so swollen and achy that she wanted him to suck on them really hard. She put her hands on the back of his head and pulled him against her, and finally his mouth opened wide and she felt the tug of his teeth.

  “
Oh yes,” she whispered.

  Digger got rougher with his teeth, but didn’t mind. Each time he nipped her sent another delicious spasm through her body. The effect he had on her was quick and surprising. He bit her a little harder and she yelped. He pushed her away from him and he grinned.

  “You know whores aren’t supposed to enjoy it so much,” he said

  “Maybe I’m just pretending,” she suggested.

  “Nobody is that good an actor, baby,” he said. “Your nipples are so hard, they could poke holes in piece of metal and your pussy’s practically dripping.”

  “I can’t help it with you,” she admitted.

  Digger liked her answer. His teeth caught her nipple again, chewing gently on it and then sucking more of her flesh into his mouth. At the same time his rough hand went between her legs. He slid her panties out of the way and pushed two fingers into her moist cavern. She pushed against his fingers, spreading her thigh wider as if trying to get his entire hand inside her.

  He thrust his fingers in and out of her and she couldn’t be still. She shoved her pussy against his fingers and tried to push her tit harder against his lips. She was no longer the sweet young girl Digger had first fucked in the front seat of his Cadillac, but she was something else entirely. She wasn’t sure herself yet except that she lost all sense of self-respect when she was Digger. He turned her into an animal.

  “Fuck those fingers, you whore,” Digger whispered.

  His fingers now made loud wet sounds as he pushed them in and out of her.

  “Oh yes, Digger,” she moaned. “I am a whore. I’m a whore.”

  She protested when he pulled his fingers out of her. He paid no attention to her. Instead he pressed her down on the floor and between his legs. Hs cock was sticking up out of his boxers like formidable weapon.

  “Suck on it, whore,” he said.

  She turned her pleading face up to him. “Put it in my pussy instead. I’m so empty. I need you to fuck me.”

  “I don’t care what you need, cunt,” Digger said, his face clouding with fury. ‘You do what I fucking tell you.”

  She had made him angry and it was the last thing she wanted. Quickly, she took his rigid cock into her mouth, and she took it as deep as she could. Feeing his swollen cockhead at the back of her throat, she still sucked harder. She gagged at how deep he was and it brought tears to her eyes, but she didn’t release him. She wanted him to be happy.

  “Yeah, that’s it,” Digger said. He patted her on the head.

  She bobbed her head, letting his prick flesh slide over her tongue and into her throat. She closed her lips and tight in a tight circle around him. She bobbed faster and tasted some of his cream in her throat. She didn’t want him to come. She wanted his fat cock in her pussy. But she also wanted him happy.

  She should make him happy, she thought. She was his whore and it was what she was good for. She should suck and fuck and let him spank her whenever he liked because he was paying for it.

  His leaking cum swirled in her mouth as she sucked harder and harder. He was nearly there. She felt his cock getting thicker in her mouth. She got ready to swallow, but at the last moment he tugged her head away from his cock.

  He made her turn around so that she faced away from him and he pulled her back up into his lap. His hands cupped her breasts.

  “Move your ass on my cock, baby,” he said.

  It was a new sensation. Up and down, around in a circle and then up and down again. His hands directed her movements. His cock could have easily slipped inside her but he held back. He was bending her to his will. He was making her need him. She wanted to control herself, but the heat between her legs was turning into a raging inferno.

  “What do you want, baby,” he said

  “I want you inside me,” she whispered.

  “You’re a whore like your old lady,” he said. “You know the words I want to hear. Tell me.”

  “I want you to fuck me hard,” she whispered.

  “Tell me you’re a whore just like your Momma.”

  “I’m a whore. I’m a whore just like my Momma. Oh, please fuck me. I hurt.”

  Still bouncing in his lip, his fat cock finally moved her panties out of the way and popped into the tight grip of her pussy. He didn’t have to do anything else. She sat down on him with a convulsive shudder, feeling his cockhead go deeper than she had ever felt it. It was deep in her belly, causing her to squirm even more.

  “Oh that feels so good,” she whispered.

  “Fuck me, baby. Ride my cock.”

  She bounced on him as fast as she could. His arms circled her waist, pulling her back as she fucked him. It was a different sensation to take his cock this way, and his cockhead seemed to rub against every part of her pussy. Each time she sat down on him, another spasm twisted her body. Now his cock made slight noises as she rode him. Her juices soaked his prick.

  “Oh, I can’t stand it,” she moaned. “I’m going to come. Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.”

  Her stomach tensed as she sat down on him again, and this time she couldn’t move. Tightening herself around his penetrating prick, she gasped as more of her juices flowed down his shaft. Her body seemed to ripple all the way from her head to her feet, and the force of her climax hit her like a hard blow. It was incredible. Her heart felt like it was her throat. Digger gave her a few moments to recover, and finally she stopped shuddering and her breathing returned to normal.

  He pushed her gently off his cock and into the floor face down. He rubbed his cockhead against the crack of her ass. He moved forward and his fat cock slipped into her again.

  “What are you?” Digger asked her.

  “I’m your whore,” she whispered.

  “That’s right, cunt,” he said. “You’re my whore. Nobody else’s. You’re my whore.”

  Digger seemed to be in no hurry to come even though he had told her he only had a short time. He was enjoying moving his cock in and out of her. He was also enjoying calling her names, humiliating her. She understood again that Digger’s real sexual pleasure was in having power over her. She had the feeling it would only get worse as he found more and more ways to abuse her.

  At the moment she didn’t care. His cock felt good in her. Her orgasm was incredible. She was content to rest on her knees and let him thrust into her deeply.

  “Fucking whore,” Digger said

  Digger was starting to lose control. He thrust a little harder, his balls slapping her.

  “Fucking whore,” he yelled, each time he thrust deep inside.

  “I’m your whore,” she whispered. “I’m your fucking whore.”

  He thrust harder and faster.

  “Tell me what you are,” he screamed.

  “Whore,” she whispered. “Whore. I’m a whore just like my Momma.”

  Digger yelled and ploughed into her deeply one last time. She felt his cock inside her and then a flood of cum spraying her insides. He always had so much. She moved her ass back against him and squeezed her cunt walls around him to get every drop. He spurted once more. He gave a contented sigh and rested on her back for a few minutes.

  He finally, reluctantly, climbed up off the floor.

  “I’ve got to go,” he said. “Clean me.”

  She started to go toward the bathroom.

  “No, you silly cunt, with your mouth.”

  She understood what he wanted and she got down on her knees and took his prick into her lips. He was wet with his cum and her juice but she sucked it completely clean. He was soft enough so she could get all of him into her wet mouth. In a moment she felt him stirring again, threatening to get hard, and she sucked harder.

  “That’s enough,” he said. “You’ll get me hard again. I’ve got some family stuff I’ve got to do this weekend but I’ll see you in the office on Monday.”

  She stayed on the floor naked as Digger dressed. A couple of times he patted her on her head. When he started to leave, he took another of those packets from his inner pocket.

>   “Something to buy pretties with,” he said.

  Funny thing, as she was counting the cash, luxuriating in the sexual afterglow, she didn’t feel so ashamed anymore.

  6.

  Her first Monday at Wynn Tannery and working with Troy Ogden was like going through military boot camp. The moment she got to her new office, Troy dumped several ledger books onto her desk. The ledgers were full of scribbled numbers in different handwriting styles.

  “I need you to start coping these numbers in a new ledger,” he said. “Get busy.”

  His style was abrupt. By lunchtime the first day, her eyes were tired and her arms were sore. In the break room in the new building, she found she wasn’t wanted. People moved obviously away from her table. She didn’t care.

  The afternoon was a whirlwind process of phones, ledgers, sharp orders from Troy, and occasionally snappish comments from Sylvia. Her head hurt with numbers and names. It was almost quitting time when it occurred to her that she hadn’t even heard from Digger.

  “He’s away,” Troy said, as if reading her mind. “Maybe for two weeks. A family emergency.” Troy gave her a funny smile. “I’m sure he’s hating it. He has to sleep with his wife.”

  Lucy laughed. She returned to her apartment that night and look a long, hot soapy bath, fixed herself a chicken salad, and had a half bottle of wine. She slept like a baby.

  The next few days went back quickly. She began to get into a kind of rhythm. In the morning she answered phones. By her first break she was working on ledgers again. Lunch time with the unsmiling, accusing faces in the break room, and then afternoons she worked with the phones again, but this time calling customers.

  On Friday Troy brought an old battered typewriter and a typing book into her office. The typing book looked like something high school students would use.

  “Read it,” he said. “And practice an hour each day.”

  That evening she treated herself and drove to Aberdeen and had supper in one of the fancier restaurants claiming to serve French dishes. The food was expensive and not really good, but the wine was very good. She felt a bit tipsy as she walked out to her car. She leaned against her car as she searched in her handbag for her keys. She dropped her keys and bent to pick them up and two hulking figures came rushing out of the alley behind her.