Duane Daum

by Dee

  I could tell John was getting excited, because he breathed as hard as me.

  “I guess not.”

  “Mmmm, that feels good baby. Take your clothes off and fuck that pussy you’re fondling,” I suggested.

  John unbuckled, unzipped, and dragged his pants down when Randy’s prodigious prick entered his vision about mouth high. “But, as you fuck my woman, John, you have to suck my cock.”

  John straightened up. “What?”

  “You didn’t think you could fuck my woman’s thousand dollars an hour tail for free did you. All you have to do is suck my cock or if you prefer, let me bugger you.”

  “I’m outta here and you better be too, because I’m going straight to the police station next door and report you perverts.”

  I was scared, but Randy laughed. “Go ahead John and don’t forget to tell them your hands were all over April’s pussy. Maybe they’d like a whiff. She does smell good. And tell them how you got undressed. I’ll bet they’d be interested to know about the birthmark on your hip.”

  John’s brow furrowed. “Fuck you. Stay as long as you like, but turn out the lights when you leave.” He slammed the door and Randy roared with laughter.

  I was a little confused. I couldn’t see what was so humorous. “What’s so funny? Randy?”

  “The kid. He thought he could fuck you for free.”

  “So?”

  He edged up to me with that mean look he can bring forth in a second. Then as he had on the first day he attacked me, his hands squeezed my cheeks together against my teeth, artificially puckering my lips. Then he kissed me hard. Hurting me and driving me crazy with pleasure-pain passion. “So, no one is going to fuck you for free. No one but me, ever again.”

  “Except my husband.”

  His intense stare almost hurt my eyes. “We’ll see. After I take his measure tomorrow, I’ll see if I can do something about that too.” He slapped my thigh. “Off the table. I feel like hurting you.”

  He tugged me half way off the table and let me get off the rest of the way. He bent me over the table and shoved his super sized appendage in my pussy. He pummeled me with harsh piston like thrusts. Fortunately, my pussy was sopping wet and it didn’t hurt. Words cannot describe how good he felt. His cock was like a back scratcher, itching the gentle, but insistent sugary anguish within my needy channel. As I moaned my pleasure, his thumb moved to play with my anal rosebud causing my muscles to clench in reaction. As yesterday, the dark need that seemed to live inside my rectum astonished me.

  As every inch of him stroked the inside of my pussy, he used the plentiful juices from my pussy to lubricate my anus. Soon his thumb was fully inside my tight hole, reaming it out. It had felt good when Salam had fucked me there, but Randy was much bigger. Apprehension crossed my mind when he pulled out of my pussy and placed the head of his cock at anal ground zero. He pushed it in. I felt pain, a stretching, tearing sensation. “Oow! That hurts.” I felt relief when he pulled back some. The pain was back with the next thrust. “Oh, God, Randy that hurts. How far are you in?”

  “Three or four inches. It should feel good soon.”

  Again, I felt short-lived relief as he pulled back. His next thrust was double shocking as he synchronized his phallic thrust and a stinging slap upon my ass. “Oww!” I yelled, but I realized it was more from surprise than hurt as that thrust hurt less. And some pleasure mixed with the pain. “How far?”

  “Almost there. Play with your button, Babe. It might help.”

  I did as suggested and the pleasure pulses from my clit seemed to alleviate the pain and stress. He retreated once more, but only a little. Again his palm landed smartly across my rump, timed with his vicious anal thrust. I gulped in air, shocked at the warmth that began to settle in my puss and ass. With his cock buried in my colon, his hand reached out and wrapped my long hair around his fist. I yelped when he jerked my head back.

  “Tell me what you are?” Randy demanded.

  “Your whore.”

  “Good girl. Ahhh. We’re in. You feel so tight. I’ll probably come quick when I fuck you.” Another slap corresponded with a small movement of his cock. Wetness coated my inner thighs. I whimpered from the pleasure-pain I endured.

  Then he began stroking me slowly slapping my buttock on each inward thrust. A pleasurable full feeling replaced the pain. Then after just a minute, without warning, waves of exotic ecstasy lapped against my mind like an immutable tide against a sandy beach. Screaming out my release into the hard running stream, brightness exploded behind my eyes as my orgasm raced helter skelter through me. I gasped, panting as the powerful release slammed through me.

  Randy’s rough hands grasped my hips hard, hurting them, pulling in tight behind me. “Oh, God, it’s strong! I’m cumming, Baby.” I felt the pulses of Randy’s large throbbing prick as he shot load after load of seminal fluid into my colon.

  Afterward we dressed and headed to the parking garage. “That didn’t hurt, did it, babe?”

  I stopped and glared at him. “Do you care? I don’t think so. Of course, it hurt. I took the prince there, but he prepared me and because he did, it felt good. However, you’re huge and it hurt. I’ll admit it felt good at the end, but you should have prepared me. I just hope I’m not bleeding.”

  “Hey a little pain feels good sometimes.”

  “Remember that next time your cock is in my mouth and my teeth clamp down on it.” I strode toward my car and Randy caught up to me and grabbed my arm to stop me.

  “All right. I’m sorry. You’re not bleeding or I would have noticed. Let me buy you a drink somewhere.”

  “Is that what you want? We might actually have to talk.”

  “I do want to talk, come with me. I’ll bring you back.”

  Duane Daum

  Chapter 5

  Randy drove a few blocks to Don and Bobbies, a longtime time restaurant lounge on Camelback Road. It was just what I needed, dark and relaxing. I ordered a glass of Beaujolais and felt myself calming down. Randy who’d ordered bottle of Heinekens, took a swig and swung an arm around my shoulders.

  “This is nice, we ought to do this more often. I’ll bet you could suck me off in here and no one would notice.”

  “Ompth!” I elbowed him in the ribs.

  “Sex, sex sex! You’re in a fucking rut. Pun intended.”

  I could barely read his smile in the dark. “Mark Twain once said, ‘To a man with a hammer, everything is a nail.’ Baby you are my hammer and I want to nail you as much as I can.”

  I laughed. “Let’s not forget you want others to nail me too.”

  “Long as their money’s good.

  “I’m hungry, how about a couple appetizers.”

  “Sure, go ahead.” As long as their money’s good. My mind once again went back to that spring in Vegas.

  * * * *

  “What difference does it make, Tina? As long as their money’s good.”

  “I don’t know Cindy. It shouldn’t matter because I love sex. I may even be a nymph, but it just doesn’t feel right selling my pussy. I can’t do it anymore. Sorry!” Tina walked out of my hotel room, presumably back to Phoenix.

  Cindy turned to me. “It looks like it’s just you and me now, Helen. How about you, are you having any problems?”

  I raised my hands. “Not me. Surprisingly, I’m having a ball. Getting all the sex I can handle and being paid handsomely for it.”

  “Exactly, I’ve made nine thousand in the last four days. I made forty two hundred just yesterday.”

  “How?”

  “I took two guys in the afternoon for two thousand and an all-nighter for two thousand and a two hundred dollar tip.”

  “Two separate guys or two together?”

  A mischievous twinkle formed in Cindy’s eye. “Two together and it was so sexual and so much fun, I felt guilty taking their money.” She winked. “But, not too guilty. If I were to do this full time that’d be the way to go. Double the money and double the pleasure.”

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p; “I’ll remember that. I just love dressing to the nines and going out on the prowl. I love watching men’s hungry gazes raking my body, pausing at my crotch and breasts. I love the chase, the excitement wondering who’s going to fuck me that night.”

  “Yes, exactly. That’s how I feel and then when I meet my quarry, I love the seduction.”

  I was getting horny thinking about it. “You know it, and when I finally make the score and I undress in front of them they practically drool.”

  A knock sounded on the door accompanied by, “Room service.”

  I started to get up to answer the door and Cindy grabbed my arm. “I feel naughty. Let’s give him a thrill and tease him.” She removed her bikini top and bottom, then looked at me expectantly. “C’mon don’t you want to see him drool?”

  I took my top off and started to push down my bottom when Cindy opened the door and escorted him in. He had a shock of sandy hair and azure eyes.

  * * * *

  My eyes expanded to circles as did my lips. “You were the room service waiter at the Flamingo.”

  He laughed. “Give that girl a kewpie doll. I thanked Angel later, but I never thanked you for flashing the goodies.” He kissed me. “Thanks to you girls, I became inspired to become a high class pimp.”

  Once again my jaw dropped. “You fucked Cindy?”

  He swallowed a long sip of beer. “Ah-huh, of course I knew her as Angel Love. Got her a few parties too. That’s when I fucked her. She invited me to join in a foursome. She said she’d tried two men and loved it now she wanted three. She took me right up her tailpipe like I did you. Loved it. I’m surprised she settled down. I see she found a lawyer.”

  My lips pursed. “Yes, she’s gone the whole route, too. Junior League, country club. I’m still close with her, but she used to be more fun when she wasn’t so worried about her image.” I sniggered. “I wonder what her Junior League friends would think of her if they knew about her debauched spring break in Sin City?”

  Randy picked up a pretzel. “Really that would open some eyes. Let me ask you a question. Would you divorce your husband if you could?”

  “I never thought about it, but yeah I probably would. He bores me to death. I’ve even thought of getting a job for something to do.”

  He ran his hand gently across my bare thigh. “You have a job.”

  My head shook. “What? Fucking you?”

  He nodded. “And whoever I bring to you.”

  I sipped my wine. “I meant a real job. A career. I’m still young. Maybe I could become a lawyer. I don’t like what I’m doing with you.”

  His hand slipped up to my breast, moving over it tenderly. “Oh, but I think you do. The genie is out of the bottle and I doubt you could get him back in. You’re a whore and you know it. I think you knew it in Vegas and like sleeping beauty you were waiting for someone to fuck you and take you back to the exciting life you crave.”

  I started to argue, but he went on, “Did you like having two men at once?”

  “Yes, very much.”

  “Do you think you’d like three or four?”

  “Probably. What are you getting at?”

  “I have this idea floating around in my head. Themed gangbangs.”

  I felt my head do an arriere-pensee on that comment. “What?”

  “Let me finish. First, whenever you’re with local johns you have to start wearing a mask, so nobody recognizes you. Then I will dream up themes. Instead of you just having multiple partners in a bed, we will add to the atmosphere. Have them fuck you on a pool table, or in a nurse’s uniform. Things like that. What do you think?”

  “Would we make more money?”

  “Oh yeah.”

  Just then, the waitress arrived with the appetizers, frogs legs and coconut shrimp.

  I picked up a coconut shrimp and said, “Sounds like fun. Let’s try it.”

  Duane Daum

  Chapter 6

  The next night, I told Herbie, “I found a tag team partner for you. He’s supposed to be very good at sex so if he has to take over for you, watch and learn. He’ll be here by seven.”

  Herbie turned red. “I didn’t say go ahead. I said, I’d think about it.”

  I planted my hands on my hips. “And?”

  “I’m still thinking about it.”

  I pursed my lips and shook my head slowly. “Well, I thought about it and he’s coming. If you don’t want to join in, I’ll just go with him.”

  Herbie tried to give me a stern look, which was laughable after Randy’s intense glares. “Now wait just a minute. You can’t force me to allow you to have sex with another man.”

  I flipped my hands to the side palms up. “I can’t force you to do anything and you can’t force me to live here. He’ll be here at seven so make up your mind.

  “I’ll file for divorce.”

  “Go ahead then I’ll move out for sure and get half your money.”

  “You know I don’t have that much after divorcing Gladys.”

  “I figure you have enough to keep me in tall cotton. Join us or don’t join us when he gets here, it’s your choice.”

  I turned and started to stalk off.

  “Hold on. What’s his name?”

  “Randy.”

  “What’s he look like?”

  “You’ll see.”

  Right on the dot, the doorbell rang. Wearing only a sexy peignoir, I answered the door and ushered Randy in. The irony wasn’t lost on either of us as I ushered my lover and pimp into the family media center to meet my staid, conservative husband.

  He must have heard us coming because he stood and faced us. “Herb this is Randy Evers. Randy this is my husband Dr. Herbert Ryan.” They shook hands and coolly exchanged pleasantries.

  “Now, Randy, I want you to understand that you are here to assist Herb. We are going to make love and should he be unable to complete our love making, you are to finish for him.

  “Isn’t that right Herb?”

  He rolled his eyes and made a disgusted look, making it quite obvious this wasn’t his idea. “If you say so dear. Tell me Mr. Evers. What do you do for a living?”

  “I fuck women and occasionally, I fuck guys.”

  Herbie’s jaw dropped so I took each of their hands. “Shall we go in the bedroom and get started.”

  Herbie displaying his passive resistance streak, hadn’t undressed, so we waited for him to disrobe. As he took his clothes off, I directed Randy to take a seat in the sitting area. “You sit here Randy. I’ll call you if I need you.”

  “Humph!” Herbie said, as he pulled off his last item of clothing—his briefs. “You won’t need him, dear. I feel especially sexy tonight. You’ll see.”

  I pulled my peignoir off and got in bed. “Good. I’m looking forward to you satisfying me.”

  Only this time he didn’t even satisfy himself. He took one look at me in bed naked and saw Randy ogling me and his five-inch wonder fell over like a Popsicle in the Arizona sun. It was dead on arrival and neither sucking nor beating would revive it. I never saw him so dejected as he watched Randy undress.

  Randy’s magnificent tool, looking like a rocket ready to for launching into orbit was ready to go. He patted Herbie on the back and said, “don’t be down on yourself. Lots of men tell me it turns them on and makes them hard watching me fuck their wives. Umm, mmm, Your wife is one beautiful creature. I’m sure going to enjoy this.”

  Herbie couldn’t take his eyes of Randy’s monument. He turned to me and implored me. “Please call this off. Look how big he is. I don’t think you can handle him.”

  “Oh, but I sure want to try. Come here Randy, Let me wrap my lips around that incredible edible.”

  Randy eased over to me. Facing away from Herbie, he winked. I put my mouth around his prodigious manhood and tried to deep throat it. Only able to get six of the ten inches down, I gagged.

  I glanced at Herbie who was beating off to beat the band. “I told you.”

  To keep from gagging, I wrapped my
hand around the base of his cock. Then Herbie managing to get hard, most likely from watching me suck off Randy, rearranged my legs and shoved himself into my pussy.

  The combination of sucking on Randy’s cock, while Herbie’s prick pounded into me and caressed my clit on each stroke, aroused me to orgasmic heights. I could feel the erotic cloud, which sometimes descended upon me as a prelude to release, when I heard and felt Herbie coming. “Oh, Christ, I’m coming Helen.” He said, while convulsing erratically.

  I was ambivalent, disappointed at having lost my climax, but pleased knowing Randy, the climax machine, would now be taking his turn. After Herbie had scurried away, Randy, standing at the edge of the bed pulled me toward him.

  I didn’t give a shit if Herbie learned anything or not, but I went through the motions. “I’d like you to watch this Herb, and if you can, play with my nipples and suck on them.”

  I licked my lips in excitement as Randy settled the crown of his shaft at the rim of my pussy. Slowly, his cock glided into my liquefied channel, stuffing me like a turkey. I groaned, jutting my hips upward to take him even deeper. “Ah,” he growled, pausing inside me. “Such a sweet cunt you have, baby. Like a little slice of heaven.”

  Continuing to ground my hips against him, I wanted more, wanted him to pummel me hard. To show my husband how a real man fucks.

  Suddenly, he pulled out and circled my swollen nub with the purple head of his shaft. Erotic pulses zeroed in on that swollen bundle of nerves, stealing my breath away. “Do you like that?” Sliding his cock up and down my helpless clit made me suck in a deep breath. “Answer me,” he demanded and my heart skipped a beat in excitement. Why did I love this man, ordering me, dominating me? “Answer me or I won’t give it to you.”

  I could just imagine what Herbie, sucking on my nipple, was thinking.

  “Yes, I love it,” I sighed and he slowly stroked back inside me, wringing a whimper from deep inside my chest. “Oh, yes, I love it. Give it to me harder, Randy.”

  I tried to roll my hips, tried to take him deeper, but his firm hand on my abdomen kept me still. I knew when my orgasm came, it would be mind blowing. I knew it deep inside. My muscles were already tensing and pulsing, sucking at his cock hungrily.