No wisecracks, no smart-aleck remarks. One of my ancestors was a German, many many eons ago. His last name was Fokker. He was the only German in the history of my family, but it was he who had the son, who had the son, who had the son, and so on, so that although I'm a hybrid of English, French, Spanish, and Latin American descent, for the last three generations I'm one hundred percent North American, from the good old U.S.A. with just enough German in me to be called Fokker.
It was mother who loved the name Ira, and so stuck me with it, while father wanted to name me after William the Conqueror, so I became Ira William Fokker, or I. Will Fokker. I lived with the name through the first thirty years of my life with a bit of embarrassment, and then decided to live up to it. I don't know how or why, but women find me attractive, despite my ugly face, or perhaps because of it.
My nose was bashed in at an early age, and is twisted in six different places. My brown hair is straight, cut short, and though not sparse certainly doesn't cover my head in tremendous quantities.
With my face I belonged in the Marines, and tried to join. They rejected me. So did the Army and Navy. Flat feet. You'd think the police would've been overjoyed to accept me, but they turned me away as well. So I went into the area of private investigation, and became more than a little wealthy that way. I have only one virtue. I complete whatever assignment I accept. How I complete, whatever unorthodox methods I use, and bow long I take to complete an assignment is my own business.
I handle the sleaziest jobs, and charge according to what I think is the client's ability to pay. I've been hired to catch women being unfaithful to their husbands, and when they aren't, I step into their lives and make 'em unfaithful. Yeah, I'm that good when it comes to throwing a fuck. When women hire me to catch their husbands the same way and the husbands are supposedly faithful, I set 'em up with a broad or two and take the necessary photos.
And when the client is a good-looking dame, she pays with more than money, most of the time. Oh there are those virtuous twats who insist I keep my hands off 'em, and I'm never one to commit forcible rape, but the average, ordinary broad is usually more than willing to play, what with the way her spouse has been ignoring her.
Take Judy Roberts. All of five feet two inches tall, weighing in at about a hundred and ten. Judy had a nice face, almost pretty. Her hair was brown, short, and curled on top of her head. She had nice eyes, big, brown, and limpid, and she was always smiling, even the day she came to see me. Her measurements were a mere thirty-three, twenty-two, thirty-four, but her skin was smooth and sleek, and her flesh seemed to have a clean shimmer to it, enough to make any man want her.
She came to see me in the office I have in the Stone Building, on the Sunrise Highway in Elton, Long Island. Elton is one of those tiny, incorporated villages no one ever really hears about, which pleases the inhabitants no end. It has its fair share of mixed races and religions, but each family living in Elton can afford to own its own home, even with a hefty mortgage. I'd be lying if I said there was no discrimination in Elton, but what there is remains discreetly hidden.
It was a hot August day, and I was idling the time away playing solitaire on the shiny desk I'd bought a few months earlier. Fortunately the Stone Building is adequately wired, so I put in two air conditioners, one in the outer office and one in my own little cubby. I have no secretary at present, so the air conditioner in the outer office is for the comfort of clients who may be forced to wait while I consult with other would-be clients.
I heard the outer door open, and in came Judy Roberts. I could see her immediately because of my own office door was wide open. She was wearing a loose white blouse, very transparent, letting me see the white cotton bra underneath. Her blue slacks hugged her shapely hips tightly, and already I felt like drooling.
She saw me and came directly into my office. I motioned for her to shut the door and sit across from me. In the meantime I switched on my hidden videotape machine. It took in the entire office, including the extra-wide couch across the room. She introduced herself to me, then went on to tell me why she had come.
She had been married only four months, and already she felt her husband was two-timing her with another woman. It was more than a feeling. She had actually seen him heading for the Elton Hotel, a little trap at the end of the village where the working prostitutes hang out. She hadn't had the nerve to follow him inside, but had watched him go in with the dame, and then stay there for more than three hours. She had waited outside the entire time. But she wanted pictorial proof of his infidelity, and she didn't give a damn how I got it.
"I'm willing to pay anything," she told me. "Name your price."
"I have two prices," I replied, settling my five foot nine frame back in my swivel chair. I fit neatly between the chair armrests, weighing a mere hundred and sixty-five. "I can charge you a rate of two hundred dollars a day, with a guaranteed minimum of five days, or…"
"Or?" she asked, almost knowing what was coming.
"Or I can charge you whatever my expenses are, plus a straight hundred on top of that for every two days or part thereof."
"The second deal sounds much more attractive," she said in a quiet voice. "What's the catch?"
"You," I replied.
"Me?"
I could see she was horny as all get out. Her husband hadn't been laying her properly for quite some time, and prim though she might have been, her physical desires were getting the better of her. So I said, "I want you, with a down payment here and now."
"Are you trying to be funny?" she asked. "I came up here to hire you to take pictures of my husband in the act of infidelity, and now you want me to be unfaithful to him with you?"
"Obviously," I told her, "if your husband is unfaithful to you, and from what you've told me he is, you can't be unfaithful to him, since by committing adultery first, he destroyed your marriage vows. I'm not asking for your body out of reciprocation. I find you very attractive, and to be frank, I want you. I'm not making it a positive condition of employment. But I can cut the rates way down if you find me attractive enough."
"Mr. Fokker, you know damn well you're a very attractive man."
"Do I, Mrs. Roberts? I'm supposed to be a very ugly man, yet I don't think in terms of being ugly."
"You emit a strong sense of masculinity. Almost any woman would be happy to…"
"I'm not talking about almost any woman. I'm talking about you. Right now there are no other people in the world. Just you and me."
"I… I've never slept with any man other than my husband," she told me, nervously, and I could see by her demeanor she was about to change her sleeping habits.
"You're a delight to the eye," I said to her, getting up and walking over to where she was still sitting.
"I've only been married four months," she whispered, as I took her by the shoulders and made her stand. "You'll probably consider my performance that of a rank amateur."
"There's only one way to find out," I answered, gathering her small frame to me and pressing my lips to hers.
Her mouth opened wide to admit my searching tongue. It found her own tongue and began licking it. I reached for the roof of her mouth, then ran my tongue along her gums, and she shivered and shook, and clung to me all the more tenaciously.
We walked across the room still kissing, and sat together on my wide couch. My entire frame thrilled to the warm touch of her skin on mine. Her breasts under her blouse, small as they were, pressed themselves against me, and I could feel her vibrant warmth. Between kisses I felt her soft breath caress my face, and knew I hadn't been wrong in the way I'd sized her up. She whispered sweet nothings softly into my ear as I pulled her blouse loose from inside her slacks. I could feel her naked belly now, and its touch electrified me. There was something extremely sensuous about her entire body. She twisted her legs around one of mine, rubbing her groin against my thigh. She began getting me all fired up.
"All right," she whispered. "I accept your terms. Make love to me."
"Say it the right way," I murmured, chewing on a delectable earlobe, letting the tip of my tongue probe into the sensitive middle of her ear.
"What should I say?" she asked.
"You know the right words," I responded, letting my fingers slip under the loose bottom of her blouse and trill their way up her delicate spine.
"I've never used words like that before," she murmured between kisses.
"You're a big girl now, Judy," I told her, letting my palm rub concentric circles against her soft, yet solid flesh.
"Fuck me," she whispered, almost inaudibly.
Her hand ran down over my own chest, and she unbuttoned my shirt. She almost yanked it off me, and then tugged my undershirt over my head, flinging it off to the side. Her fingers wandered over my skin, lighting a thousand fires wherever they touched. For an amateur this chick was pretty damn good.
I felt my cock become solid, pressing tightly against the rounded bole of her solid thigh, and I had no doubt she felt it as well.
"You won't back out after all this is over?" she asked, rubbing her thigh hard against my straining cock.
"I have a reputation to maintain," I mumbled, sucking on her savory tongue. "I'm taking your case, which means I take no other case until I complete this one to your satisfaction."
Her wandering hand moved to the zipper on my pants and pulled it down. In almost no time her fingers were into my fly, catching hold of the naked, solid shaft already peeping through the slit in my underpants.
"It's very thick," she mumbled, her own mouth filled with my tongue. And then she unhooked my pants, pulled them down, and tugged my underpants down with them. She unlocked her luscious lips from mine and peered down at my exposed prong. And we both felt something at that instant. I was pleased that the sight of my schlong was obviously giving her such pleasure, and she was overjoyed, knowing she was the one responsible for its excited state. But it was only the start. Knowing how much enjoyment we were already getting, we both decided we wanted more, much more.
I opened her blouse and removed it, then unhooked her bra and took it off, flinging both off to the side somewhere. While I kicked off my shoes, she removed her slacks and panties. Her small, white, creamy tits had dark raisin-like nipples surrounded by almost no areolae. I bent and kissed each one, tasting the sugary sweetness of each nipple as it expanded in my mouth, swelling to the touch of my teeth. Then I began kissing my way down the front of her firm torso, delectating in the enjoyment of her flesh in my mouth.
She lay back on the couch and I flung myself on her, eager to enjoy her. Our bodies seemed to be calling out to one another in mutual need. My out-thrust lance stood solidly ready, and I could see the juices pouring out of Judy's love slot in anticipation of what was about to occur.
Without my saying a word, she reached down and grabbed my monolithic cock, clenching her fingers tightly about its rigid shaft. She tugged on it a few times, letting the outer skin rub up and down against the edge of the sensitive glans. Then the fingers of her other hand gently caressed my hairy, wrinkled scrotum sac. For a girl afraid of being an amateur, this one was as good as any pro I'd even known, and I'd know the best of them.
I let my fingertips wander over the flat surface of her white belly, letting the nails scuttle ever so lightly on her flesh. It caused shivers to chase up her spine. Then I let my hand wander up to her creamy tits and caught a nipple between my massaging thumb and forefinger. I squeezed said nipple again and again, then began squeezing the other nipple, and Judy's entire self shuddered each time. Her hands still gripped my burning cock tightly, and I was surprised at the way she enjoyed touching it.
I pressed my flesh to hers once more, straddling her legs as I sucked on her fruitlike nipples again, lapping at the twin hemispheres formed by her tits now that she was on her back.
Now my cock pressed against her crotch, and I could feel her curling hair rubbing against the ultra-sensitive surface of my rounded knob, teasing it. At the same time, said cock could feel the puffed, rounded lips of her sopping twat, so I pressed my shaft into her creaming slit without letting the head poke its way into her.
Now I began avidly chewing on the nipple of her right tit, while my fingers moved vigorously across the other tit. I sucked on one and plucked the other in a rhapsodic melody of erotic rhythm. And all this time the pole of my aching cock marinated in the oils emitted by her slurping pussy. The thick mat of curly hair still tickled the tip of my hungering phallus.
I slipped a knee between her loins, and with what amounted to a gesture of surrender, she let me part them. With her manipulating fingers she massaged my pole up against her slavering slit, pointing the helmeted tip straight into her delightful target. Excitement gripped her and, her fingers trembling with anticipation, she began aiming badly, so I took her shaking hand and rested them on my heated nuts.
Parting the velvety petals of her pussy with one hand, I used the other to place the point of my burning prong against the groove formed by them. It was wet, and getting wetter by degrees. The contact of her moisture-soaked lips against my throbbing cock was like a shockwave of electricity shooting through me. It took a lot of willpower not to come, then and there. But when I attempted to ease my burgeoning muscle into her narrow, slurping hole, it resisted, and she cried out in pain.
Grabbing one of her hands, I forced it between us, and pressed two of her fingers against her rounded hairy lips, parting them and flattening the luscious labia. Once again, with her fingers holding her pussylips spread widely, I attempted to push my palpitating prong into her narrow well. And once again it proved too tight a fit.
Sliding down, licking her body all along the way, I removed her fingers from the entrance to her treasure trove and replaced them with my twisted nose. The wide open slot was getting more and more greased by her natural love juices, and the delightful fragrance it emitted crawled up into my nostrils as the outer labia spilled over with the delicious fluid. With the tip of my tongue I reached out and touched the upper part of her delightful trough, feeling the hairs tickle my nose the whole time. I tickled my way across her steaming slot, through the plentitude of fluids, to the bottom, where I let my tongue rest for less than a second before bringing it back up to titillate her erect clitoris.
Lapping at the small extension with my tongue, I slid my palms beneath her solid derriere and squeezed her nether cheeks gently. I avidly sucked on her blood-filled extension of flesh, feeling it quiver in my mouth. She raised her hips to better press her clit to my sucking jaws, letting my hands rotate the flesh of her juicy ass in separate directions. Then her buttocks fell, and I once again gathered the rounded flesh of her ass hillocks in my palms and squeezed.
Judy was growing more and more aroused with each passing second. I let my tongue lay flat against her vibrating clit, then slithered it down into the steaming cunt, between sodden hair and soaking lips, plunging it deep into the center of her blazing twat. I rolled it around and around while inside, slurping up every drop of the mead she released, and she began turning and twisting her torso. I let my tongue eel its way out of her oily channel, lapping at the inner labia, circling them, and then chewing on her now-reddened outer lips.
Judy's body was taut, and her eyes were closed. Her lips were drawn back, revealing large, white, pearl-like teeth.
My hands moved from beneath her rounded ass up and over her slender body. I fingered her tense, dark nipples, then rubbed them, and finally squeezed her small, albeit full breasts.
Unable to contain herself, Judy shoved my face even deeper into the lathering center of her soaked cunt. My tongue began flicking in and out with rapidity until I felt burning hot liquid splash against my face. She had come, and in the throes of her wild orgasm had emitted floods of the oily liquid designed to help ease the way into her hungry cunt.
With all that oil pouring out, I decided it was a good time to once again try and fit my frustrated cock into her. I raised myself up, my face sodden with her cunt moisture, and was pleased to feel her kissing the liquid off me. My dong once again nosed its way toward the tempting lips of her heated pussy. She parted her thighs as wide as she could, then took my throbbing prick in both hands and fitted it to the tight hole of her twat. Her husband must have had one narrow prick not to have stretched her rubbery cuntwalls by now.
Feeling my pointed prickhead starting to make an entrance, I slowly pushed. At first she cried out a bit, but this time I wasn't showing any mercy. I inched it in a bit deeper, and she gasped, but it was a gasp of mixed emotions. As I hovered there, my weight on my elbows and knees, she made the next move, sliding her body down a bit, forcing herself forward on the thick, slime-covered pole. The rubbery walls of her creaming cunt clutched the smoothness of my penetrating pole as it continued to slowly move up and into her.
I rested for a moment, thrilling to the feeling of the way her clasping cunt tightly gripped my fuckstick, then felt her fingernails dig into my ass, forcing me forward the rest of the way all at once, and I suddenly found my fleshy sword buried in her scabbard up to the hilt.
Once again I waited, enjoying the way my aching cock so totally filled the void between her luscious thighs.
"Now," she whispered, "now. I can feel another one coming."
She rocked her hips, showing she was impatient for me to continue. So I began to drill my vibrating prong into and out of her moisture-laden hole. At first I held the movement to a minimum, rocking back and forth very slowly, barely letting my jackhammer slide. But as the minutes began to pass I speeded up my movement, lengthening my stroke each time until I was pulling out to the very tip, then thrusting forward again until I felt her pussy-lips suck at the very hairs surrounding the base of my cock. I began to slam into her with more power now, still appreciating how tightly her leeching pussylips clung to my rampant prong.
Judy began twisting her luscious hips furiously, wrenching her solid torso in almost every direction at once keeping her entire, smooth body in almost constant motion. Now her legs wrapped themselves around my waist and I could feel the heavy dew from her inner thighs soaking into my belly.
She slammed her flat tummy against my stomach, and my balls, which had been dangling between my thighs and slapping against the bottom of her leaking crack, now tightened and drew close to my body, preparing to unleash their load through my plunging pudendum.
The orgasm completely overpowered me, a sudden, totally consuming, raging fire. It plundered through my body, scorching every nerve ending with its lascivious maw. Ecstasy, both excoriating and excruciating, enveloped me. It completely overpowered me, and my solid cock exploded with a salute to Venus as boiling semen actually zipped through the pipeline of my prong and filled her anxious cervix.
Judy heaved and thrust her slender body upward, slamming against mine as the thrill of my come washing the neck of her womb transmitted itself to her senses. Her muff became tighter and narrower, and more constricting as it pressed against my spouting rod. And then she reached an ultimate climax of her own, squashing my dong so thoroughly I wondered if I would ever get it back.
"Oh my gosh," she breathed in my ear. "Cy's good, but he's nothing like you."
Cy referred to Cyrus Roberts, the apparent crumb she had married.
"Don't let it go down," she cried, jumping off my shrinking cock. "I'm not finished with it yet."
Now that I'd got her started, Judy figured she might just as well go as far as she could.
"You could always enlarge it," I pointed out.
"How?" she asked, kneeling at the foot of the couch and caressing my limp cock.
"Suck on it," I replied.
"I've never done that," she answered. "I've always thought a man's member belonged in but one hole. And you've already put yours there. True, I'd like more, but…"
"But? Come on, Judy. You were enjoying everything before. You enjoyed the feeling of my tongue in your twat. You enjoy what I do to you because I like doing it. By the same token, the only way you can completely please a man is to enjoy everything you can do for him. Now I can get another hard-on and slam it into your cunt, provided you suck on the old prick and make it come back to life. But don't do it simply to make me happy. Enjoy doing it. Make up your mind you like it."
She raised her head without another word and sank her face into my lap. At first she pressed the shriveled, wormlike piece of meat firmly against her cheek, rolling her warm face against it as if in the hope of raising another erection without having to suck on it. The minutes passed and nothing happened, and then her tongue stole from the side of her mouth and licked at the colorless fluid now dripping from the tip of the red knob. She licked up another drop and then another and, finally understanding it had no bad taste, began to sip the lubricant sliding from my shiny cock as fast as it came out. Her greedy tongue licked out and grabbed it all for her seeking mouth. She began to sip at the little hole in the tip of my cock with great eagerness.
As she licked, my cock began to grow, the now purple head expanding and contracting while the shaft enlarged as blood filled the thousands of tiny sacs inside. Her thin, graceful fingers wrapped themselves around my pylon of flesh, hurrying it to its full hardness.
Lowering her head, she opened her mouth wide and swallowed my entire scrotum sac, her tongue wandering all over the fleshy bag, leaping into and out of every wrinkle while softly fondling the balls inside. Then the tongue tickled the underpart of my nutbag, digging into the crevices where my thighs joined my body. Again and again her voracious mouth laved my genitals; first my hardened cock, pulsating and throbbing with anticipating being buried in her again, and then my tender balls, keeping the area completely wetted down. My stake glistened with her saliva as her lips rubbed it up and down again and again. Slowly, carefully, she pulled the glans to the back of her throat, then let it slide along her slithering tongue until her lips formed a zero shape as they surrounded the glistening knob.
Now my cock was rigid, and when she moved her lovely head the sensitive end of said prick was rubbed tantalizingly over the expanding inner surface of her lips. I could feel her dentures as they chewed on the spongy head, gnawing very gently. Little by little she worked her thrilling teeth lower and lower on the heavy round shaft, until her elastic lips had slid along the cock's full length and my prickpoint was pushing gently on the soft flesh at the rear of her palate.
Then she pulled her head slowly back, her pliable lips gripping while her tongue busily licked around the entire solid pole. Then, holding only the sensitive glans in her mouth, she wobbled her head slowly from one side to the other, letting those kissable lips tease the highly sensitive corona.
Abruptly, she thrust her head forward once again, filling her mouth and throat to overflowing with my cock. At the same time she let her gentle hands run over my balls again and again. With the tender insides of her lips rubbing against my burning dong, she speedily moved her face up and down, driving me into a wild frenzy.
When I rolled onto my side, Judy came on the couch and curled against me. I proceeded to thrust my hips in time with the motion of her curly head, plunging forward each time her face came rushing toward me, pulling my hips slowly away each time she retreated.
She stopped for an instant, opening her mouth wide so that her lips barely touched my throbbing peter. I grabbed my aching cock in one hand and rubbed the glans from side to side against her warm, nestling tongue. Then she removed my hand from the fleshy pike and grabbed it herself, pressing it to the inside of both cheeks.
I had hoped to fuck Judy again, wishing to jam my prick into her sopping love hole. But she, who had never sucked a cock before, was suddenly addicted to it and wouldn't release my palpitating pudendum from her mouth. She wanted to suck until I blew my load in her mouth.
So I began to fuck vigorously, using her mouth as I would have her lovely cunt. I fucked into it strongly, bucking back and forth, feeling the way her lips played on my skinflute.
Feeling the final, thrilling moment approach, I took Judy's face between my hands and turned it up slightly so I could watch her. She stared back at me unselfconsciously, still sucking with all her might and main, stuffing prick all the way into the back of her throat.
My semen welled up into my throbbing cock, and Judy, feeling the pulsations, sucked all the more strongly. She stared right into my eyes, looking for approval of the way she was sucking, and I gave her my full approval the only way I could, unleashing a heavy flood of jism. She gagged for an instant, and then proceeded to swallow gush after gush. Her hands gripped the backs of my thighs as she pulled her face down, jamming as much cock into her lovely mouth as it could hold, gobbling the spurting sperm as it was ejaculated into her throat. She bit and chewed, attacking my flesh and urging more and more liquid to flood her mouth.
Little by little, the spurts slowed, and Judy had less and less to swallow. Slowly but surely she let my cock start slipping from her mouth until all she held between her adorable lips was the glans, whose little hole was still seeping bits of come. She sucked each drop in hungrily, then simply sat there, her head buried in my crotch, waiting for the next drop. Ultimately, when she was convinced there was nothing left, she released the wilted prong.