Duane Daum

by Dee

  What was the matter with me? Why couldn’t I say no to this man? Was it his cocky self-assurance? Was it his filthy mind or was it because I’m afraid if I ever said no to him I’d never see him again and it would be back to boring Herbie again. “Sure, but don’t wait so long I might chicken out.”

  “I’ll set it up for tomorrow.”

  Tears streamed down my cheeks on the way home. Little by little, Randy was turning me into a whore. He even said I was a whore. I didn’t think he meant that. I thought it was more like bitch. Like I was a bitch—his bitch.

  I wanted to talk to Cindy, but I’d been avoiding her, because I felt like such a fool for getting involved with my AJ’s stalker. There’s just something about him that brings out my licentious side. It’s like I want to please him with my depravity and subservience. Cindy would have a fit. Oh, well, at least I’ll be with him again tomorrow.

  Chapter 3

  When he called the next day, I felt relieved.

  “Are you ready?”

  “Not yet, but I can be ready in an hour.”

  “Take your time. Make yourself extra beautiful. We have an extra big score. I’ll pick you up in two hours. Oh and wear your hair up.”

  Before I could ask what he meant, he hung up. What could he mean extra big score?

  After two hours of pampering and fixing myself as if I was going to a royal ball, I looked great. As promised Randy rang the doorbell and he looked good too. He did a double take. “You look fabu-ulous, baby.”

  He started to kiss me, but I put my hands up and backed away. I spent too much time on this make-up to have it screwed up over a kiss.”

  When we were inside his Infinity G35 coupe, I fastened my belt. “Where are we headed?”

  “Phoenix.” He started the car and took off like a shot. “The Phoenician.”

  It took us fifteen minutes to get to the magnificent Phoenician Resort. We parked at the valet and headed into the lobby. I couldn’t help but wonder who, beside Randy, I would be having sex with. Whoever it was, he must have lots of money. Randy went to the front desk and the concierge picked up the phone. He hung up the phone and seemed to say something to Randy.

  Randy came back to me. “Let’s wait in the lobby. Someone will come for us.” After a five minute wait, a very short distinguished man in a nicely tailored blue-gray suit and a red tie with a short beard approached us. “Mr. Evers.”

  Randy nodded and stood. The man offered his hand. “I am Fahd Barakah, the prince’s advisor.”

  Randy shook his hand. “The prince will see you now.” He stared at me. “I take it this is the woman.”

  “Yes.”

  “Very nice. She will have to be prepared. Both of you come with me.” He led to an elevator bank and we entered the compartment that was open. Fahd inserted a key inside the lock and the door closed.

  In the elevator, Randy drew very close and whispered in my ear. I should tell you the Prince is reputed to be bi-sexual.

  I glanced at the prince’s advisor, but he didn’t appear to hear anything. He pushed the button for the fourth floor. When the elevator stopped, our escort waited for us to exit. After exiting, we both paused and waited for the diminutive man who was no bigger than a jockey. He knocked on the first door across from the elevator and a woman wearing what reminded me of a nun’s habit answered.

  Fahd turned to me. If you will follow Samira, she will help prepare you.”

  “If you don’t mind my asking, preparing me sounds rather ominous. What does preparing me consist of?”

  He laughed. “I suppose it could. Have you bathed in the last hour?”

  “Two hours ago.”

  “Hmm. That will do. They will dress you in provocative Arab belly dancer garments, put a jeweled necklace around your neck, cover your head with a jeweled hijab and put a veil across your nose and mouth, so only your beautiful eyes will be visible.”

  “Thank you. That doesn’t sound too bad.”

  I peeled off and went with the woman. It was hard to tell, but Samira seemed to be about fifty. She led me into a bedroom where two young women in western clothes, except each wore a hijab, undressed and dressed me as Fahd had indicated. All the garments were shear red silk and I wore no undergarments. The pants were low rise, tight on ass and loins, bellowing down my legs and cinched at my ankles. The halter went over my shoulders but was low cut. I wore no footwear, but they tied a chain of bells around my ankle. I was naked from my breasts to my mons with the exception of a gold chain around my waist and a fringe belt, which partially hid my sex. I had never dressed even close to this way, but I was surprised to find I liked the way it looked on me. I seemed to exude beauty and mystery.

  When I was ready, Samira led me into the prince’s quarters. The prince, wearing one of those long white robe-like garments and Randy, rested on at least a king sized bed sharing a bong. In addition, there were large pillows, scattered about. The prince was young, darkly handsome, small in stature, though not was small as Fahd. He looked to measure the same five six as me. When he noticed me, I saw a gleam of approval in his eye. “Ahh Randle, you have outdone yourself. She is exquisite. Come here child.”

  Child? I was probably as old as him. I sashayed sexily up to my rich John and stood before him. He offered the pipe. “Would you like a hit of hash?”

  I shook my head. “I like to have a clear head when I have sex.”

  His head went back and he laughed. “Good point. You are very nice. What’s your name?” He put a hand on my ass and rubbed it.

  “April, April Showers.”

  Then he moved it to my ‘V’ and cupped my pussy. “Ah. What a pretty name. I am Prince Abdul Salam al Sade. You can call me Salam for short.”

  I nodded.

  He continued. “Well, April, I like to dabble with both sexes, so I will be sampling from you and Randle. In the meantime, after I disrobe you, I’d like to watch him fuck you. Then I will decide what I’d like to do and gradually work my way in. Is that all right with you?”

  “Whatever you wish, Prince Salam. It’s your money.”

  “Yes, I guess it is. Stand closer. Let me undress you. I can’t wait to see you in all your glory.” I eased into to him. “Turn around please.” I did and he unbuttoned the back of the halter and slipped it off my shoulders. Then he unzipped the side of my pants. “Turn around.” After I turned around, he removed my halter. He smiled his approval and then after removing the belt dragged my pants to the floor. To my surprise, he removed my veil. “Lovely, just lovely. We can’t have a good time with these archaic accoutrements.” He then took my hijab off. “April, you are truly a beautiful woman. Later I will let your hair down. Until then, I want to watch Randle ravish you.”

  Prince Salam, got off the bed and sat on a couch, a few feet away, apparently, getting comfortable to watch our pornographic coupling. Randy stripped and sat down on the bed. He was not quite hard. He eased over even closer to me and we started with an embrace. As he nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck, his warm breath caused a stirring of hunger to emerge between my legs. I grabbed his cock, and began pulling and stroking it. As his lips wandered over my neck and shoulders leaving little moist kisses, I pressed my breast into him. His cologne fired along my senses and its masculine tang forced my pulse to jump and flutter. He reached for and groped a breast in his large hand, teasing and tweaking the nipple with the thumb and forefinger.

  I tilted my head downward so my lips and tongue could dance around his hard nipple. I felt his racing heartbeat as it slammed against his chest wall. Tingling sensations manifested in my lower regions, slowly expanding and increasing from an ember into a simmering flame of desire. I moved from a sitting position to kneeling. Bending over, I took Randy into my mouth. As I moved my hand and lips over his wondrous cock, he placed a hand on my head and breast. “Oh baby. That’s it. Suck on that mutha. It loves what you do to it.”

  Sucking on Randy’s manhood got me as excited as it had at the park when I was surprised by two
hands on my ass. I paused and turned my head to see the prince, now naked. He saw me looking and smiled. “I need to prepare you for what I have in mind.”

  Returning my attention to Randy’s cock, I felt two fingers slowly penetrating my pussy, thrusting in and out, and a solo finger began to ream my anus. I remembered how Randy had shoved a finger up my anus as I was coming yesterday and wondered if he’d been preparing me for this. The feeling expanded into deep ache building inside my wet pussy and anus, threading my body with hunger. Suddenly, I felt the increased pressure of an additional digit in both openings. Somebody is going to fuck me in the ass. I hope it isn’t Mr. Big Cock.

  After a few minutes, he shoved something large up my butt. “Oooh.” It knocked the breath out of me. “What was that?”

  “An anal plug. We’ll let that rest in you for awhile. Now, I’m going to sample your sweet cunt, which has been winking at me since you got on your knees.” The prince parted my legs and entered my treasure trove. His cock sank into the wet recesses of my pussy, stretching me, but nothing like Randy. Spasms of pleasure rippled through me as, his hands anchored on my hips, every inch of him glided in and out of my hot pussy in a slow and easy manner. As his hold loosened on my hips, I began to move with him, lifting my ass up to meet his slow deep thrusts. It was hard enough to concentrate on Randy’s blowjob, but when Salam’s slow strokes cruised into urgent thrusts, building toward a sexual crescendo, my body heat soared as if someone had turned my thermostat up.

  Wrapping a hand around my thigh his intuitive fingers complemented his hard thrusting cock, dancing gracefully across my swollen bud. I gasped at the touch of his wet digits, which had become slick from an abundance of wetness that had trickled down from my sopping wet pussy. His fingers began rolling and swirling around my clit. His prick was assaulting me from the rear as his fingers teased me from the front. It was wonderful. The sweet torture, seemed endless, but eventually it pushed me to the brink of orgasm.

  With thousands of my nerves charged, sensations pulled from my extremities, building as the jolt of pure bliss burst through my sexual nexus and a scream of joy set me free. I wiggled my ass and pushed back into him for maximum cock and fingers as a giant hurricane of carnal pleasure flooded my whole being.

  Poor Randy, I ignored his cock and now my arms and legs became so wobbly I collapsed.

  “Oh good, I was waiting for a shot at that magnificent slab of meat.” The prince took my position between Randy’s legs. “April when you have recovered from your climax would you take me in your pretty mouth.” I nodded and then Salam’s lips wrapped around Randy’s ten-inch salami.

  That evening, to my surprise, my husband Herbie, wanted sex again, four days ahead of his usual weekly schedule.

  “Herbie, we have to talk,” I said, lying in bed in the aftermath of another orgasmic fiasco.

  “What about, Princess?”

  “You have this problem. Women warm up slower than men. When we have sex, I just start to warm up and you come. I’m going to be frank. This isn’t working. You call me princess, but you’re far from being my prince charming. You are a great doctor, but a great lover you’re not, so it takes me even longer to get warmed up. What makes it worse is you won’t eat my pussy, because you came in it.”

  I paused and looked at him. He didn’t like what I said and I couldn’t blame him. “If you’re angling to have permission to take a lover on the side, I won’t have it.”

  I sat up, my back against the headboard. “All right, how about you use a condom so after you come and in case you haven’t satisfied me you can go down on my sperm free pussy.”

  He scrunched his nose. I don’t know. Why should I use a condom on my own wife?”

  “We just went over that. Weren’t you listening? Time after time you come just as I’m getting warmed up, leaving me hanging.” Herbie had a disgusted look on his face so I picked one of the spare pillows and held it over me. “All right. Fuck it! We just won’t have sex anymore. I’ve had it!”

  He cocked his head. “Isn’t that a little extreme?”

  My arms wrapped around raised knees. “For you maybe, but I’m used to satisfying my needs after you roll over and fall asleep.”

  Herbie sat up also. “There must be something else we could do?”

  “Only, if you’re willing to share me.”

  Herbie’s jaw dropped, his mouth forming a perfect circle. “What…the…hell…do you mean by that?”

  I couldn’t help but smile at his expression. “A second man in our bed in case you fail me. One that is there as a backup. If you take care of my needs as well as your own, he won’t be needed, but if you don’t, he does.”

  Herbie’s eyebrows furrowed. “So if I don’t satisfy you, you’ll cheat on me with another man.”

  I laid a calming hand on his arm. “It’s not cheating if you know and approve.”

  He shook his head as if he couldn’t believe my proposal. “Who would this man be?”

  Shrugging, I lied. “I haven’t got anyone in mind. I would imagine a male prostitute. If we needed him, you could even watch. Maybe pick up a thing or two. Increase your libido.”

  “It might work. Let me think about it.” With that, he rolled over and in minutes was snoring.

  While he slept, I visited our office and wrote and email to Randy on the email address, he’d given me that afternoon.

  Dear Randy

  My husband, Herbie is a dud in bed. Invariably, he climaxes while I’m still getting worked up then turns over and goes to sleep, leaving me to fend for myself. I have him halfway talked into letting me have another man as a backup. Someone to take care of my needs if he leaves me hanging as he always does. I would love that man to be you. Would you like to fuck me in front of Herbie?

  A/H

  * * * *

  I hadn’t talked to Cindy for awhile and under the circumstances, I wasn’t anxious to call her. However, five days was about the longest we’d gone in our long friendship and this was the sixth day, so when my phone rang I wasn’t surprised when it was her.

  “Hello.”

  “Hey, it’s me. Where’ve you been? Did you drop off the planet?”

  “Oh, hi Cin. No, I’m still alive and kicking. I haven’t felt so good since the day we met at Einstein’s.”

  “You mean the day the stalker followed you in AJ’s?”

  “Yes, I’ve been under the weather since then. Feels like a touch of Valley Fever.”

  “I hope not. That stuff is murder to get rid of. It’s a fungus you know?”

  “Must not be then. I’m better now. In fact, I was just getting ready to call you. I planned to go shopping at the Fashion Square. Would you like to meet me there to shop and then we could have lunch.”

  “I’d love to. I’ll meet you at Aleta’s Fashions at eleven.”

  After shopping for an hour we stored our purchases in our cars and took her car down Scottsdale Rd to Oregano’s. The place was jammed for lunch, as usual. While they led us to our table, my phone jangled. “Hello.”

  “I’d love to fuck you in front of your husband. When do you want me to do it?”

  I stopped in my tracks as the hostess and Cindy proceeded to a table. “I figured you might. I’m thinking tomorrow night.”

  “Let me know. What are you doing now?”

  “I’m sitting down to have lunch with a friend of mine.”

  “How is Angel?”

  I thought my heart was going to pop out of my chest. “You…know her?”

  “Yes, from Vegas, just like you. Stunning girl, though no more than you. What’s her real name?”

  “Cynthia.”

  He was silent…waiting.

  “Bauer.”

  “Thank you. What are you wearing?”

  “Why?”

  “Answer me first and I’ll tell you.”

  “A tennis dress.”

  “I want to see you. I have your money from yesterday.”

  “How much?”

  “Y
our half is seventy-five hundred.”

  “Phe-e-e-ew. That’s great.”

  “Have lunch then call me. 602-555-8088. Bye.”

  He gave me his number.

  Chapter 4

  Cindy and I had a salad and shared a pizza. When we were done and getting ready to leave, Cindy visited the ladies room. I called Randy.

  “Randy.”

  “It’s me.”

  “Where are you?”

  “Oregano’s.”

  “I’ll pick you up in ten minutes.”

  I looked around to make sure Cindy wasn’t near. “I can’t. I rode with her.”

  “Tell her someone else is picking you up.”

  “No, I’ll meet you somewhere.”

  “Meet me by the entrance to the library in the parking garage in fifteen minutes.”

  “On Civic Center?”

  “Yes.”

  I flipped the cover of my phone closed and dropped it into my handbag as Cindy walked up.

  “Oh, there you are Helen. You’re being very mysterious lately. You haven’t become a spy for the CIA have you?” She laughed.

  I turned and smiled.

  After Cindy dropped me off, I drove straight to the City Hall complex, parking garage. As indicated, he waited by the entrance to the library. I parked my BMW, nearby and approached him. He grasped my hands and kissed my lips. He handed me an envelope. “Here before I forget.”

  I opened it and there was a passel of hundred dollar bills inside. After I shoved it in my purse, he glanced around. Seeing it was clear, he reached under my dress and dragged my panties down to the ground. “What are you doing?”

  “These will get in the way.” I felt the caress of a summer breeze on my clit. I stepped out of my panties whereupon he rose and pushed them into my purse. I gasped as one hand lifted my hem and the other swiped between my legs. “Good, you’re getting wet.”

  He took my hand and jerked me toward the entrance. “Wait, what are we doing?”

  “Isn’t it obvious, We’re going to fuck in the library.”

  Remembering the voyeurs in the park, my rising temperature made me want to fan myself. I needed to fan under my skirt also to quench the budding fire there, as well. The change from the Arizona heat to the library’s coolness made my nipples stiffen, but had little effect on my blistering sex. The warmth kept building as he dragged me through the aisles of books looking for a pseudo, private place to fuck. Finally, settling for the far aisle between a wall and the end of one of the rows of books, he placed my back against the solid end of a row H and stooped in front of me.