I was happy to get away from Rodney. Driving down the freeway in Dave's silver convertible was an exciting new phase to my life.
"You are a very sharp girl," Dave complimented me. "Yes, I can see real movie potentials."
"Away from the porno circuit?"
"Why, yes," he chuckled, "now, don't tell me you aren't enjoying it. Why, when you and Gilda were going at it, I'd swear she was driving you out of your gourd."
"Gilda can put anybody in orbit," I told him bluntly. "After all, she is a gorgeous chick."
"You noticed…"
"How could I help it with her great big boobs crushing mine as she started that last sequence."
"You've got a point there," he laughed.
We pulled off the freeway near Beverly Hills and began climbing the mountains of winding roads. The houses got bigger the higher we got, and the view more spectacular.
"Oh, I love this view," I gasped, completely enchanted with what kept unfolding before my eyes.
"You ain't seen nothin' yet," he grinned, "Wait till we get to the top."
At the top of the twisting skyline road, the vast spectacle of lights glorifying the valley floor below was spread out.
"Over there," he observed, "is the ocean."
"Yes, yes… where the lights cut off."
"At the ocean's edge," he said, swinging into his driveway. The garage door automatically flipped up and we drove in. As I stepped out of the car, I noticed a lot of scripts piled up in the far corner.
"Productions you've done?"
"Yes," he answered. "Very impressive, isn't it?"
"I'd say so," I assured him, as I followed him into the fantastic house. He pulled the drapes at the corner drawstring and then once more I thrilled to the lights.
"This is a glass house," I laughed, "I mean… all sides you've got a view."
"Right on top of the goddamn world," he gloated, "now, can I get you something to drink?"
"Ohhh, you might fix me a bourbon and seven, my old standby."
"Bourbon is beautiful," he sighed, "and so are you."
"Why don't we have our drinks in the master bedroom?" he smiled, "it's upstairs, follow me."
I walked into the hallway, with its irregular red brick floor and followed up the carpeted stairway. Double doors entered into his bedroom with a slanting cathedral ceiling, side windows, rising to the sides and the walls of sliding glass door windows before a balcony. Here the view again was tremendous. A white bedspread was hurled back and he pressed a button for stereo to start setting the mood. A fireplace was before the bed, bookcases on the wall, and a color TV.
"You've got it made," I told him, "I've never seen anything like it."
"I hope not; I like to be exclusive," he smiled.
"Ohhhh, golly, what a bed," I sighed as I slumped against the headboard, and sipped my drink.
"Perhaps you'd be more comfortable if you took your clothes off," he suggested.
"Perhaps I would," I grinned.
I quickly slid out of my things, and I watched him undress. It didn't take either of us long. Soon, I saw his naked prick standing up rigidly, anxious.
"Now, we can enjoy the view," he panted.
"Of the city or each other?"
"Each other," he chuckled, "I much prefer your naked body to all those damned lights."
He proved his point when he set his drink aside and wrapped a strong arm around me. I suddenly found myself anxious to illustrate how many thrills I could provide him with. Maybe he'd dig me so much he'd make me a permanent fixture. As I felt his mouth crush against mine, I put my drink down and pulled him to me.
Soon his tongue found mine and we were Frenching. When he slid his tongue out, he smiled, "Baby, I dig you."
"What you gonna' do to me?" I asked him quietly.
"Why, did Gilda tell you?"
"Oh, no, Gilda is sworn to secrecy," I laughed, "guess you've got some real wicked habits."
"They're different," he snapped, "but I enjoy it. I'll give you a couple hundred for it tonight… okay. That'll give Rodney one hundred and you a hundred."
"That crappy pimp," I protested, "if I put out, why should he get paid fifty-fifty?"
"Cause that's the way the cookie crumbles," he said evenly: "You wanna' go through with it?" As I looked at his rugged chest, his strong arms, and his handsome legs I smiled, "Baby, for you I'd do it for nothing."
"I'm flattered," he said casually, "but there's never something for nothing. I learned that a long, long time ago."
"Would you suck on cock?" he asked, a strange guilty, little boy look flashing across his face…
"I'd love to," I nodded. "You've got a good pecker there, lover."
"Nine inches of solid dick," he grinned; "and it's sweet dick too. At least that's what all the chicks who suck me tell me… I wouldn't know."
"I'll find out for myself," I grinned. "That's the girl," he said, starting to straddle me so he could determine a good position for us to fuck in.
"How do you want me?" I asked.
"Well, you just pull a couple pillows down and I'll begin working my rod in your titties and work up to your hot mouth, okay?"
"Groovy."
After getting the pillows arranged beneath my head, I waited for him to thrust his pecker up there.
"Wrap them in titties before you suck it," Dave smiled, as he proceeded to press his penis between my breasts. Kneading them, he gave a few small thrusts.
"You call this a breast fuck, huh?"
"How'd you guess that?"
"Oh, that's easy… ESP; extra sexy perception!"
"Very good," he said in a low voice, as his mind became absorbed with his screw.
Finally he got his pecker close to my mouth.
"Suck on this," lie snapped. "I pulled its huge head to my mouth and started sucking slowly.
"That's good… suck… suck that cock… now, now you're doing it. Keep sucking. Ohhhh, I like that… I like that," he gasped, as he drove it up there.
For a second I thought he'd choke me with it.
"Suck that prick… suck it… suck it, but don't suck it off."
What in hell was he talking about? All the men I'd ever blown demanded I suck it off, but not this one.
It wasn't easy to suck, and yet assure him he'd not shoot his wad. All at once he pulled his pulsating pecker out of my mouth and said, "I'm going to show you something I bet nobody ever showed you before."
"But I didn't finish sucking on it. You never got your gun off."
"That comes later," he said, and I saw he trying to get it down. "Don't look at me so sexy," he smiled, "I almost shot my wad."
When his penis had gone down a little he gripped my head firmly with one hand and pushed his pecker into my mouth with the other.
"Now, you're going to really experience something sexy," he grinned, "my golden shower."
All at once, I felt his hot piss pouring down my throat. A rough look formed on his face his hand-grip grew tighter.
"Swallow it… swallow it," he insisted. I gulped, and cringed as I realized what kind of kinky character he was. After he'd finished pissing, he pulled his penis out.
"Bet you never had that before?"
I remained silent for a long moment. Then, I looked up at him, and told him off. "No, and I sure as hell won't do it again. Keep your golden shower, fucker."
"Don't get difficult," he snarled.
"I am not being difficult," I replied quickly. "But you'll pardon me if I tell you frankly I hate your guts, won't you?"
"Get out," he demanded, "get the hell out and never come back… I don't need a porno picture cunt to tell me my way of enjoying sex is sick."
I didn't say another word. I got off the bed, and went into the bathroom and hastily gargled. I thought I'd vomit thinking about what I'd done.
"Oh, I'm sorry I snapped at you," he said. "I really am… forgive me."
"Forgive you for being kinky?" I chuckled.
"Be a good sport," he grinned, flashing his handsomest smile my way. "I'll make it worth a hundred bucks more if you do."
To my surprise, the offer of a hundred bucks more appealed to me so much I didn't care if he was kinky.
"Do I have to split it with Rodney or is it all mine?"
"All yours," he said, and I saw his pecker getting harder by the moment.
"Okay… on advance," I said tightly, determining I'd learn to be a wise whore as long as I was going to be one.
He placed six fifty dollar bills on my purse.
"Thank you," I said, in a completely cool businesslike manner, slipping the cash in my purse…
"Now, Davey fucker… what do you want of Debbie?"
"This," he grinned, walking over to a chest and pulling out a drawer and taking out a thick dildo with straps.
"What in hell am I going to do with that on?"
"This is also unique," he smiled, "I found out about it in a fantastic whorehouse in Paris where they did everything."
"But precisely what do I do with it?"
"Well, we can get a good thing going quick," he smiled. "You strap this on and then I get on the bed, and lift my legs while you slide it up my asshole."
"Asshole fucking, I'll be damned," I laughed, "I would have never thought of that."
"Lots of whores give it to guys up the ass with the dildo. It's a real great way to get it."
He handed me some Vaseline, and insisted, "Get the thing greased, and grease my butt before you drive it up me."
"At this point, Davey lover, I'd love to ram it up your ass without benefit of grease."
"Well, I have been a naughty boy to piss in your mouth," he chuckled, "but I get a real charge out of that."
I strapped the dildo on, and then proceeded to grease it. I got on the bed and Dave spread as if he'd done it a hundred times. Running my fingers around his asshole, I prepared him for the cock invasion.
When he was in line just right, I pushed the dildo up his crack.
"Oweee, that feels good," he groaned, "I-I like it." It sort of gave me the feeling of male power to have the penis. Maybe Freud was right about penis-envy after all.
"Jab it up there… fuck my ass good," he demanded. I took him at his word, and gave a mighty thrust.
"Ohhhh, I dig it, I dig it," he moaned as my dildo-dick thrust up there. He wiggled his ass around on it as if he'd flip his wig.
"Fuck me, fuck me." he begged excitedly. "Ohhhh, I need it… I need it… that's it… like that."
I was enjoying thrusting the dildo up his asshole, and he sure as hell was enjoying getting it.
"That's it, fucker, grab the dick, twist your tail… fuck it… fuck… fuck, fuck," I cried, lost in his hang-up.
"Now comes the wild part," he sighed, "I'll get my body angled just so; you can suck me off, while you fuck my asshole. It's not easy, but we can make it."
And to my great surprise, he angled his agile body so that his thick dick was soon touching my lips.
"See, baby… just keep thrusting and eat me at the same time. The double-action drives a man out of his gourd."
He shoved his penis inside my mouth and soon I was sucking on his pulsating tool. The dildo was driving up his ass at the same time and the sensations built.
"Ohhhh, I love that… what a hot mouth… that's it, baby, beautiful… fuck my ass, eat my prick… ohhh, lover, do, do, do it."
His slippery pecker glided swiftly as I increased my screwing pace. I knew he needed this and I needed it just as bad as he did.
"Fuck… fuck, fuck it," he begged, "Ohhh, baby, you're killing me… I can't stand it. I can't stand it." His hands reached out, one hand gripping his tool, the other forcing my head over it as he neared climax.
I fucked his asshole faster, as I felt him increasing the pace of his pecker thrusts.
"Ohhh, I'm coming, I'm coming," he cried aloud. "Suck it off… eat it, eat that sticky stuff… eat it up." His penis shot its load and I sucked it swiftly as I finished him off.
I didn't quit thrusting until I'd devoured him. Then, I slowly eased the huge plastic joint out of his ass.
"Oh, God, you're gorgeous," he gasped, "that was the best screw since one of those hot chicks in France fucked me."
"What about me?" I smiled, unstrapping the dildo.
"What about you?"
"Aren't you going to eat my pussy… my hole's on fire, honey, after all that wild screwing."
"I'll tell you what… let's do like the chicks in Paris do, too. Put on those white boots, hold my strap and beat my ass into submission. When it's nice and red, suck my ass out, and then ask me to eat your ass out and lick your cunt clean. It's the only way to fly."
"Sounds groovy… you should have brought back pictures from Paris."
"I did," he grinned.
"Let me see them," I urged.
"Well, they're awfully foul," he grinned, "but I wouldn't want to let that stop me from showing you a little screwing culture. You know France is where all the sucking started."
"Who told you that?"
"You know it the first time a Frenchie eats your dick, sweetheart," he said, searching for the filthy photos.
At last he showed them to me, and I flipped.
One depicted a girl on all fours, with a guy standing at the table where she had her naked body. The guy behind was ramming it up the tailgate, and the other was pushing it into her mouth."
"Real art… now, that's what I call culture, I said. "These shots can contribute so much to our understanding of…
"And this one," he grinned, "isn't that a sweet picture?"…
One girl was impaled on the penis of this stud who stood up naked and proudly. Another girl was parting his ass cheeks and eating his ass out, while the third was eating his balls.
"This cost," he nodded.
"It should, fucker,'" I told him. "After all three women on the same stud."
"And you'll just love this," he chuckled, handing the next photo to me. I saw a chick on her side. One man was driving it up her gash, the second up her ass, the third ramming it down her throat.
"Isn't she a lovely girl," I said.
"I don't know how lovely she is, but she gives one hell of a fuck," he gloated, "because I screwed her."
"What a pity you didn't pose."
"Yes, it is a crying shame, isn't it?" he commented.
Soon, I'd seen all the foul little shots and wondered what dirty detour his kinky mind would make next.
"Now, sweet sucker, let's get going," he ordered.
I lay on the bed, sprawling out conveniently so he could do wild things. Soon his face was buried in my butt and he was eating it.
I felt his ass-cheeks pressing against my face and I knew he wanted me to eat it.
Poking my tongue out, I licked all around his asshole. He opened wider; I slid inside.
"Suck my ass out," he gasped. "Ohhhh, baby, do it." I kept my tongue flicking faster, massaging his nuts and stroking his juicy dick at the same time.
"Ohhhh, baby, you're beautiful," he said as my slippery tongue slid all the way up his hot asshole.
His tongue returned to my butt, and we both did our thing.
He broke it off, when he said, "I've got to eat your box… now… get the boots on, grab that whip and let's get going."
I got off the bed, swiftly got the boots on, found the whip, and there he lay, his buttocks, asking for it.
"You're going to eat my pussy, you dirty cunt-sucker," I said, lashing across his naked, tender flesh.
"Ohhh, No… no… never," he moaned.
Instantly I could see the playacting game that turned him on, so I just continued.
"I won't eat your pussy… I won't… I won't," he protested. And then I hopped on the bed, placing my butt on the pillows so he could crawl to my snatch, as I'd crack the whip over his ass all the time he was eating my cunt.
"Eat it… eat it up, you dirty cunt-eater," I called out, bringing the whip down with a cruel fury. "Come on, pussy eater… get that hot tongue way up there. Ohhhhh, that's it… like that."
Expertly his tongue worked its way around inside my hot cave. I'd had sex before, but never like this. No doubt about it Dave could have given tongue-training exercises to pussy eaters incorporated.
"Eat that dirty snatch… eat it… eat it up," I told him as he gobbled my flowing, hot juices when I came. I kept the whip snapping across his buttocks all the time. Only when his tongue had finished my box did I stop.