THE TRUTH ABOUT LUCY

by MIMI WILDE

  He moved faster and grunted, and hot cum was spurting into her deeply. It was soothing but it wasn’t enough. Her fires weren’t sated. He had not made her crazy.

  He kept his prick inside her after he had come, and she thought he might get hard again, but it didn’t happen. His cock slipped out of her. He rolled off her and got off the bed. He dressed and carefully knotted his tie.

  “You were good,” he told her. “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome,” she said. The sex had been pleasant, if not earth shattering. She found herself liking the gentle accountant.

  “Be careful with Digger,” she said.

  “Excuse me,” he said.

  “Digger makes money or himself. Oh, he keeps his promises. But he usually ends up on top in any business arrangement.”

  “Why are you telling me this?”

  She shrugged “I don’t know. You just seem like a nice man.”

  “And Digger is not.”

  “Oh no,” she said. “Digger is definitely not a nice man.”

  Adam Pease dressed as carefully as he had undressed. He seemed a very meticulous man. She didn’t bother putting on anything but simply wrapped a robe around herself. They found Digger on the couch, drinking. His eyes were red and pig-mean He couldn’t hide his anger as he shook Pease’s hand and walked him to the door. Pease looked unaware that there was anything wrong but Lucy sensed it was going to be a rough evening for her. She poured herself a large glass of wine. She settled down onto the couch and folded her legs underneath her. She really didn’t care for the look on Digger’s face, and from his stance, he was half-drunk already.

  Digger slapped Pease on the back as he ushered him out the door, and laughed at something Pease said. But when he closed the door, his face grew even uglier.

  “Silly, stupid bastard,” he said. “One day I’m going to make him wish he’d never been born.”

  Digger walked across the room to her, his anger showing in the tenseness of his body.

  “Did you like fucking him?” Digger said.

  “No,” she said quickly.

  “Lying bitch,” Digger said.

  He hit her. She was half-expecting it. She had watched drunken men slap her mother around her years. She rolled with the punch and ended up on her knees on the floor. He swung at her again, but he missed.

  “I hated it, Digger,” she whispered. “I didn’t come. I hated it. I only did because you told me too. I’m yours, Digger. I’ll do anything you want, but please don’t make me fuck anybody else. I only want your cock inside me.”

  Her words got through to him, and helped ease his anger.

  He was angry but she knew it was because things had not gone like he wanted. He really wasn’t jealous of her, just possessive. He liked to own things and he had to be the one who decided to share. Lucy had the feeling that he would have share his wife for a good business deal, but it had to be on his terms.

  “Get your ass up,” he said.

  And he was about to take his anger out on her. She should have been afraid, but already she felt another surge of excitement rushing through her. The caged animal was back and anything could happen. She jumped off the couch and peeled off the robe before he commanded it.

  “Over the table,” Digger said.

  Shivering, she walked to the table and leaned over. The first hard slap of his hand was not unexpected, but then his slow, gentle caress was a surprise. He slapped her again, hard. Then caressed her again. It was a little like tasting sweet and sour. The effect was to send even more delicious shudders through her body.

  Adam Pease made gentle love to her and if left her feeling less than satisfied, but Digger spanking her roughly created an inferno between her legs.

  “I think I’ll have your ass, bitch,” Digger said.

  At the same time he spoke he pushed a rough finger into her tiny puckered hole and caused her to squeal. It was more shocking and surprising than painful, but the second finger was painful.

  “A lot of my ladies take it in the ass from me,” Digger said.

  Alcohol slurred his speech. She wondered if he would be too drunk. His fingers kept thrusting into her roughly but she didn’t try to get away. She had made a deal. She promised him anything he wanted.

  He took his fingers out of her and quickly undid his pants. He hadn’t taken his shoes off so his pants and boxers curled at his feet. He stroked his cock and then pressed it against the groove between her asscheeks. He felt rock-hard again. She should have known that alcohol wouldn’t greatly effect a man like Digger. She sensed that he only got as drunk as he wanted to be.

  Digger rubbed his leaking cockhead between her ass cheeks, leaving a wet trail of lubricating cream. She braced herself as his cockhead pressed against her tiny hole. He pushed a little, grunting, stretching her slightly, but then he stepped back.

  “Go fetch those red heels from the bedroom again,” he said.

  Understanding what he wanted, she hurried to the bedroom and put the red stiletto heels back on. Naked except for the strappy red heels, she leaned over the table again. She knew the heels made her bottom look more inviting.

  “Are you my whore?” Digger asked.

  “Yes,” she whispered, and braced herself again. She knew what was coming.

  “Tell me,” he said. “Talk to me like you do on the phone.”

  He was behind her again, his thick, swollen cockhead pressed against her ass.

  “I’m your whore,” she said. “I’m your special whore. I belong to you. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me in the ass.”

  She kept it up, words over and over as he pushed against her. The first spasm of pain went through her as he forced his cockhead harder against her hole. Her ass just wasn’t going to stretch that wide.

  “Keep talking, baby,” he said.

  She tried to remember every dirty word she had ever heard, but the pressure against her ass hole kept messing up her train of thought. He finally stepped back away from her.

  “Not working this way. You got some lube.”

  “Vaseline in the bathroom,” she said.

  “You just stay where you are, farmer’s daughter,” he said.

  She waited while he went into the bathroom and greased himself up. He returned and positioned his cock against her puckered hole once more. This time there was no conversation as he gave a hard thrust. And this time his cockhead slipped past the outer ring and a little inside her ass.

  She cried out at the burning sensation, but he had no mercy. He was inside her now and kept the pressure up and his long, fat, throbbing cock slid into her insides and deep into her belly.

  “Fucking tight,” he moaned. “You sweet whore. You sweet fucking whore.’

  He gave her a little time to get used to it, and then he started violently ass fucking her. The pain slowly went away. She found herself caught up in his rhythm, her ass pushing back at him as she took him deep. It still wasn’t exactly pleasurable. It would never be one of her favorite things. But it was tolerable.

  But he surprised her again. One hand slipped around her body and grabbed one of her breasts. Her sensitive nipples immediately responded and he laughed as he squeezed.

  “Play with yourself,” he groaned. “Play with your cunt.”

  He squeezed harder on her breast as she reached beneath them. Her fingers stroked at her pussy lips, and then slipped inside. She stroked her pussy in the same rhythm of his thrusting cock. Her fingertips touched her clit, and sent a wild shiver through her.

  Her fingers moved faster.

  “Yeah, that’s it,” Digger groaned. “That’s the fucking way.”

  Humiliated, degraded and fucked in the ass, and she should have been ashamed. Except she was starting to learn that some evil part of her loved this kind of treatment from a strong man. Her wet juices coated her fingers as she really started to push back to meet Digger’s hard, thrusting cock.

  “Oh damn, damn, damn,” she moaned.

  “Ride um cowboy,” Digger
said, laughing, as he kept up his forceful, piston like strokes into her ass.

  From deep inside, she felt the beginnings of her orgasm, a heat spreading through her body that she could not control. She almost arched her back as the violent shudders struck her. Her orgasm was savage, powerful, and animal-like. The intensity shook her, and satisfied her in a way Harold Walsh had not managed.

  “Fuck,” Digger said. “You trying to rip my cock off, girl. Oh fuck, that’s nice.”

  Ramming into her again, collapsing on her back as he drove her down into the table, big cock throbbing and releasing his cum inside her, spurt after spurt after spurt.

  Afterwards, she took another shower with him and washed his cock tenderly, and they went to bed naked. She lay on her side with one hand on his hair chest and her thighs pressed against him.

  “Was I good for you, Digger? Am I good for you?”

  “You’re damn good, baby,” he said. “You’re sexy. Smart. And you give me what I want. But don’t start getting any ideas.”

  “Ideas,” she said.

  “Don’t play that innocent act with me. I know what you’ve done to Troy. You’ve about ruined a good manager. I don’t fall in love, baby.”

  “I know,” she admitted. “I think that’s what excites me about you.”

  He laughed. “Damn, you’re something else.”

  She stroked his chest for a moment and then moved her hand down to his belly.

  He grabbed her by the head and pushed her face down to his cock. His cock was still soft and she took it easily into her mouth. She sucked on it for a while, but it was evident the booze had finally gotten to Digger. He wasn’t going to get hard again. But he kept her sucking until he drifted off to sleep.

  12.

  Digger was out of town again, but she got his phone calls every afternoon. At three-thirty on Monday she picked up the phone, expecting Digger. Instead she immediately recognized the soft, cultured voice of Adam Pease.

  “I’d like to see you this evening, Miss Lloyd,” he said. “Somewhere out of town. I know Digger is elsewhere.”

  “I’m not sure that would be a good idea,” she said.

  “The Bowers Hotel in Aberdeen is a nice place,” he said. “Room 325. Say, about seven this evening. We’ll have room service.”

  He hung up without waiting for her response. It was not a good idea. Digger’s anger before would be nothing compared to his anger if he found out she was seeing Adam Pease on the sly.

  Yet, she did like the man and there was something mysterious about him. She instinctively felt he was not quite what he seemed. It also bothered her to think of him doing any kind of a business deal with Digger. Digger was going to eat him alive. Perhaps she should make the assignation with him, just to convince him to ‘get out of town’ as the old western sheriff might say.

  A little before seven pm, she knocked on his door. She wasn’t complexly sure what she was doing there. Maybe because he seemed so nice, and she felt sorry for him.

  Adam opened the door. He had changed suits but it looked as expensive as the first one. He was a man who knew how to dress well.

  “I’m glad you came,” he said.

  “I’m still not sure why,” she said.

  She had driven straight from work. He took her light sweater and hung it up. She sat on the couch and he offered a glass of white wine. It was good wine. She sipped it slowly and waited for him to speak.

  “I had to see you again,” he said.

  “Why?”

  “I have more than one reason. The first is to warn you about Digger.”

  “I think I know all about Digger,” she said.

  He poured her a little more wine. He looked very ill at ease. There was something about him that reminded her of a big, cuddly puppy.

  “Have you ever heard of a place called the snake pit?” he asked.

  She shook her head.

  “It’s kind of a bar and a whorehouse,” he said. “Several young women work there. They work very hard from what I understand. A couple of them are young girls who once lived in the cottage with Digger.”

  She sipped her wine. “I suspected something like that already. Digger doesn’t plan for me to be around a lot longer. He’ll trade me in on someone else. In the meantime, I’m saving every dime I can. I’m going to get out of this place.”

  “And take your mother with you,” Adam said.

  “You know about my mother?”

  “I knew there had to be another reason you were with Digger.”

  “I have enough money now to find us a place somewhere else,” she said.

  “But taking your mother out of Hopewell will mean nobody to look after her full time anymore. With that threat hanging over you, you can’t move yet. And being worried about your mother keeps you just a few steps from ending up working in the snake pit.”

  She shrugged her shoulders. “I’ll do what I have to do.”

  “Do you like Digger? Do you have any feeling for him at all?”

  “I hate the bastard,” she said.

  A little voice in her head said it wasn’t completely true. She did hate Digger, but she loved what he did to her in bed.

  “You’re wasted working for Digger.”

  “Are you offering me a job?” she said.

  He shrugged. “Would you accept one from me?”

  “It depends,” she said.

  “Would you take a job from me and still work for Digger?”

  “So that’s it. You want me to spy on Digger.”

  “Would you do that?”

  “Would it hurt him?” she asked.

  “Possibly,” he said. “I don’t know yet. I’m not entirely sure what he’s up too. I suspect it’s something to do with his gambling habit.”

  “So Digger is a gambler,” Lucy said.

  “Digger is gambler, a drunk and a womanizer,” Adam said, “and he’s not as smart as he thinks he is.”

  “But you loaned him money,” she pointed out.

  “And I’ll keep loaning him money until he gets in so deep that he can’t get out from under.”

  “You’re after the tannery,” she said, in sudden understanding.

  “The man I work for is,” he admitted.

  “I see,” she said. “So what would I need to do?”

  He shrugged. “Just keep me informed. You’re in a good position to know what’s going on.”

  “I can do that,” she agreed.

  “Good,” he said. “You won’t be sorry. Now have dinner with me.”

  She stayed for supper. Adam had a gourmet feast prepared. She had never heard of the names of the dish, but the special cream sauce was delicious. The bread was incredibly tasty. There was lots of wine, so much she was worried about her ability to drive back to her apartment. Dessert was Crepes Suzette, another thing she had only heard of but never eaten. It was delicious.

  At the end of the meal Adam slid an envelope across the table. She looked at it as if was a snake for a few moments before she picked it up. Inside the envelope was cash. Hundred dollar bills, a lot of them, and more money than Digger had ever given her in one of his envelopes. She looked speechless at Adam.

  “What is this?”

  A down payment for your loyalty,” he said. “There will be more.”

  “And that’s all you want?” she asked teasingly.

  For the first time he looked out of his element. “I had hoped. I mean, I thought you might stay a while.”

  “For this kind of money, darling,” she said. “I’ll stay longer than a while.”

  “Please don’t sound like that,” Adam said.

  “Like what, darling?” she asked.

  “So cheap,” he said.

  She laughed. “Oh, I’m definitely not cheap, darling.”

  The tannery paid her a good salary. Digger left little envelopes. But in the envelope was more money than she had ever seen in her lifetime. She was already lightheaded from the wine, and it went through her mind that she owned
Digger nothing at all. She didn’t have to think long before she put the envelope in her purse.

  In the bedroom she undressed him first, hanging his clothes up carefully as he liked. On her knees, she removed his shoes and socks and pants. She peeled his jockey shorts down his legs and left him naked. His cock was already getting stiff. She wrapped her fingers tightly around his staff and touched her lips against the swollen, plump-colored tip.

  He moaned and she opened wide and sucked his prick over her tongue. His cockhead throbbed inside her mouth. She tasted some of his cream. Slowly she drew his stiff, throbbing prick into her mouth. She kept sucking until his knob was at the back of her throat. Trying to relax, she drew him even deeper. If she was going to be a whore for him, she wanted to be a good one.

  He put his hands on her head and moaned again. Hi cock was really stiff and more of his cream went down the back of her throat as she started to bob her head. She bobbed faster. He tongue and teeth scraped at his sensitive cockhead as she drew her head back. His cum dripped from her lips as she released him and then sucked him back in deep again.

  “Oh fuck, baby,” he groaned. “That’s nice.”

  “You like this, baby,” she said.

  “Oh yes.”

  Bobbing her head once again, letting his cock slide over her tongue and back into her throat. More of his cum leaked out. She closed her eyes and held him still. His throbbing sent spasms through her body. She tried to use her tongue on his feverish flesh, and just the touch made him throb harder.

  He was close. She sensed the tensing of his body.

  She bobbed her head again rapidly, wanting him to grow thicker, wanting him to come. His cock spit a little into her mouth and she increased her pace. His cum burst into her mouth and she swallowed frantically. For some reason she wanted it all. She wanted to pleasure him. She kept his cock firmly in her mouth until she was sure she had drained him dry.

  “Undress, please,” he said.

  She thought he would never get his money’s worth, not with the amount in the envelope. But she would do the best she could.