It was at this point that they experienced their greatest joy. For Melinda came as Gary came. His cock slid in his wife's vagina juices.
"Oh, sweetheart," he panted as he pressed his lips on hers, "you'll never know what you've just done for me."
His tongue licked along hers. Soon their tongues were interlocked in a soul kiss.
"You're beautiful," he told her, "you really are, baby."
The following day Melinda knew that she should check with a girl friend of hers to find out what she could do about her problem. She knew it wasn't normal that she was getting this much sex from one man. She calculated that if anyone could give her guidance Marilyn couid.
She called Marilyn.
"Marilyn," she began, "I wonder if you could give me a little advice."
"About what, dear?" Marilyn asked her. "I'm rushed right now."
"Aren't we all," Melinda lamented, "but this is something real personal. I'd have to talk about it in private."
"Could you meet me at my place for lunch?" Marilyn suggested. "I have an afternoon engagement."
"Love in the afternoon?" Melinda laughed teasingly.
"Something like that," Marilyn agreed. "What time could you be over here, dear?"
"Around eleven-thirty," Melinda suggested.
"Eleven-thirty would be just fine," she agreed. At eleven-thirty she showed up at Marilyn's place. Marilyn was more than happy to see her.
However, she noticed Marilyn was looking as though she was living in high style. It was difficult for Melinda to figure out where Marilyn got the money.
"Do you mind my asking what you're doing for a living?"
"If I tell you, you'll never believe it," Marilyn laughed.
"Try me for size," Melinda smiled.
"All right, dear," she told her. "After my divorce from Mike, I discovered that I could make plenty of money being a bad girl."
"Don't tell me you're taking on tricks," Melinda smiled knowingly.
"I'm afraid that's the way it is," Marilyn admitted candidly. "I don't see anything wrong with it. I'm spreading happiness around with my pussy."
"Maybe you've got the answer to my problem," Melinda told her. "You see, baby, my husband is marvelous. He loves to dominate me. In the process of teaching me all of the different ways of making love he has gotten me so hooked on it that I can't get enough. That is, from him. I really require more than one man to satisfy me. Do you understand?"
"I do," Marilyn agreed. "You see, baby, a woman can do it many more times than a man. A man may think he can do it more but in the final analysis that's not the truth. Each climax doesn't take so much out of a woman as it does a man. That's why a woman can cum so many times, honey."
"It's almost as if nature programmed us for being whores, isn't it?" Melinda laughed.
"You might say that," Marilyn agreed. "It's tragic but true."
"It doesn't have to be tragic does it?" Melinda asked her cagily. "You've done very well. This place is furnished beautifully."
"All that glitters is not gold, dear," Marilyn reminded her. "I've sold my soul to get this. I don't know whether it's worth it or not. Sure, I like the all-white carpeting and the gray sofas and the glamorous mirrors and all the rest. But it hasn't brought me real happiness. Sometimes I look at other people with their families and I envy them. I'd trade places with any woman with kids in a suburb who is really enjoying herself. But now I couldn't go back to that."
"You mean you're ruined," Melinda stated point blank.
"Something like that, dear," she said. "You can't go back. You can't start over again. I've had my good times and now this is it."
"Why don't you confide in me?" she asked her.
"How do you make your living? I wish I could pick up a few tricks. I really would enjoy balling with some of these guys."
"You may think you would," her girl friend told her, "but you really wouldn't. The truth is most of them are a bunch of bastards. They want to use you, honey. They want to degrade you. They want to make you do all those horrible acts like sucking out their ass and licking their balls and eating their cocks. Some of them even want to go so far as stabbing it up your asshole. It's no good."
"I don't look at it that way," Melinda insisted. "I see it as performing a much needed service."
"Take this afternoon," she told her. "I'm supposed to have sex with the most jaded businessman you could imagine. His name is Henry. He has a room devoted to sex. It's strange how much money that man has spent to explore every avenue of erotic excitement."
"Would you do me a big favor?" Melinda asked Marilyn.
"What kind of favor?"
"Let me meet Henry and see if I can satisfy him," she suggested.
"You're not a professional," Marilyn shook her head. "You could never handle this man. He's a sophisticated, jaded, son-of-a-bitch."
"He's also wealthy and pays you very well," Melinda reminded her, "am I right?"
"I hate to admit it," she nodded, "but you are right. If that bastard didn't pay me plenty I'd never lick his ass."
"I'll tell you what we'll do," Melinda suggested. "I will perform all of the acts and you can have the money. How does that grab you, sweetheart?"
"You're out of your mind," she told her flatly. "I could never do it."
"Oh, yes, you could," she told her. "He would never know the difference. Tell him you sent your girl friend. You could have the money. You could relax this afternoon. Wouldn't it be wonderful to live like a normal woman does in the afternoon? She goes shopping and puts everything on her husband's charge account."
"You're tempting me," Marilyn agreed. "It would be nice to take a breather. All right, baby. You go in my place. But I warn you. Henry is no easy customer. He is awful."
"How do you know?" she asked her further. "I won't tell you everything," Marilyn said candidly, "It could embarrass me too much, to let you know the lengths I have gone to in order to make money. But I will tell you this. Henry is a connoisseur of sex. He does everything. And if you balk, there's trouble. That's all I can tell you."
"All right, it's agreed," she told her girl friend. "I'll go and perform for you. You can keep all the money. I promise you that. I won't tell Henry about our little deal. He will think I'm a regular professional."
When Marilyn saw the smile of delight that came to her girl friend's face, she didn't want to deny her the imagined thrills. However, in her heart she knew how wrong she was in her calculations. But she would have to find out for herself.
"I'll give you his address, honey," she told her, "and you can get there in about an hour from here. But I warn you, never tell him about our deal. He's a regular customer and he gives me recommendations to other wealthy men. I couldn't run the risk of offending him. It could coat me too much in the long run. Do you understand?"
"Completely," she agreed.
Melinda got into her car and drove out to Henry's place in a nearby suburb. She finally found the address and drove up a hill with a winding road leading to Henry's house. Trees lined both sides of the place and when she finally laid eyes on the English Tudor brick mansion, she realized Henry must be a wealthy man.
A quiet young man answered the door.
"I'm here to see Henry," she told him.
"He is expecting you," the young man assured her.
He ushered her down a long hallway and down some steps. They walked through a study and then he pointed to more steps.
"Henry's quarters are up there," he told her.
She went up the steps and found the special room that Marilyn had told her about. Opening the door she immediately saw Henry was indeed a unique man. For one side of the bedroom was covered with mirrors. There was a circular bed in front of the mirrors. Lights were playing across the bed as soft music seemed to come out of nowhere. Henry was an older man, but a very distinguished man.
"Hi, Henry," she began. "I am Melinda. Marilyn sent me out for an afternoon house call."
"I hope she warned you about what a bastard I am," he told her, "because I'm not an easy man to deal with. I really am not."
"That's all right," she laughed. "I'm really not an easy woman to deal with."
Henry was wearing a loin cloth. That was all. As he looked at her he was surprised that she didn't undress instantly. For he figured this was an automatic act.
"What are you doing?"
"What do you mean?" she asked Henry.
"Why the hell haven't you gotten your clothes off yet?"
"I'm sorry," she apologized.
She undressed quickly then, and Henry was watching her carefully. As her bra came into view and he caught sight of her shapely bosoms he licked his lips.
"You've got a beautiful set of knockers, honey," he told her, "you really have."
"You know honey," she smiled, "you're beginning to really excite me."
"I can do more things with tits than you can ever believe. I particularly like to put my feet on them."
She winced.
"You like to put your feet on women's breasts?" she questioned.
"I don't mean walk on them," Henry assured her, "but just feel of them with my feet."
"Oh, that's fun," she grinned as she reached down to pull off her panties.
When Henry saw that she had a shaved pussy, he shook his head.
"You look too naked there," he told her, "but we'll do something about that. I'll apply some lipstick so you have lips two places. That's what I always do when a girl comes to me with a shaved box."
"How nice," she agreed.
Henry was getting a big charge out of her. For he could tell that she was a neophyte when it came to complicated sex acts.
"Baby," he told her, "just stretch out across the bed and let me look you over."
She stretched out across the bed and it didn't take him long to examine her carefully.
"Yes, you have nice breasts," he nodded, "good sucking nipples. And your ass looks shapely. I imagine your pussy has been well fucked. Usually when a woman comes to me with a shaved box that means plenty of men have had lunch there. Am I right?"
"Enough," she replied, not wanting to let on too much about herself.
"Henry," she smiled, "what do you want to do?"
"I'll tell you, baby," he told her. "I would like to give you the golden shower first."
Being such a wealthy man and having used the word "golden" made her think it would be quite an erotic moment for her.
"Certainly," she agreed.
"Just a moment and I'll prepare for it," Henry said. "Get off the bed."
She got off the circular bed. Henry immediately pulled off the pillows. Next he tossed a large rubber sheet that completely covered the bed.
"What's that for?" she questioned him.
"The golden shower," he smiled. "Now you lie right in the middle of the bed and I will begin."
Completely unprepared for what was to happen next, she lay in the center of the bed. All at once she noticed what Henry was preparing to do. He was standing above her now and grabbing his cock and starting to urinate.
"Stop it," she protested, "you can't do that to me."
"I can do anything I want to you and you know it," he said as he went on urinating. "It's gold. It's the golden shower."
As she felt the moisture of his urine over her body she felt dirty.
"Please stop this," she whimpered. That got Henry angry.
"You're not a professional," he quipped. "A professional would never object. What in the world is happening?"
Finally be decided he would have to discipline her.
"As long as you won't submit gladly," he told her, "I must train you. I don't like to take the time to train you girls things you should already know."
Henry went to the corner and brought out a small riding whip.
"I'll lash this over your ass a few times," he told her, "and then you will be prepared to gladly accept my golden shower. You'll ask for it."
"The hell I will," she told him as she was now in a fighting mood. Such degradation was beyond anything she had conceived of.
She had second thoughts, however, as Henry brought the riding whip down over her bare behind. The lash and sting of the whip prompted her to change her mind.
"Take this, you little bastard," he told her, "and this."
Henry continued lashing. It was torturing her so much now she could hardly stand it.
"Oh, don't, please don't," she pleaded, "stop it."
He didn't stop.
"Do you want the golden shower?" he smiled cagily.
"Yes, yes, I want the golden shower," she agreed.
Henry tossed the whip aside and gripping his cock, went on urinating.
"This'll take care of you, honey," he told her, "just relax."
Once he had finished urinating over her, he suggested that she take a shower and wash off so she would be clean enough for him to fuck.
She got off the bed and he insisted that she also remove the rubber sheet. She carried it off in a bundle to the bathroom. Getting in the shower she washed it off. Next she washed off her own body.
Returning to the bedroom she stretched out for him.
When he saw her glistening body he was really excited.
"Now, honey," he told her, "Henry's gonna let you lick his asshole. You will enjoy that."
He straddled her as he crushed his buttocks down over her bosoms. She didn't enjoy the sensation of his buttocks down over her bosoms. But she knew it would be futile to protest.
Now he moved farther over her. Lowering his ass right over her face he told her exactly how he wanted her to do it.
"You will grip my thighs," he instructed, "and I will lower my ass still farther."
She grasped his thighs and he lowered his ass further.
"Lick both ass cheeks first," he instructed, "and then I want you to slide it right up my rectum."
She accommodated him. She licked his buttocks. He loved the sensation of her tongue lapping around him.
"Keep it up," he told her, "now you're doing it. That's just the way I like it."
As her tongue continued lapping and lashing at his buttocks, he was jerking on his penis.
"Now, sweetheart," he told her, "I will give you the great honor and privilege of eating out my ass. All you have to do is stiffen your tongue and stab it right up my asshole. I'll pump up and down on your tongue. You will enjoy it."
Even though she knew she would detest and despise what she was being forced to do, she put on an act. Her tongue slid up Henry's rectum.
"Further," he insisted, "I want to feel it. That's the way. All the way. Yes. More. Farther."
Pumping it all the way up there was bringing him around.
"Beautiful," he told her. "Yes, sweetheart, now you're doing it. Just like I like."
He was sliding up and down on her tongue as if it were a slippery slide. At the same time he was pulling on his cock. As he pulled on his penis his balls bounced up and down. She could see everything from here. His hairy asshole, his swelling big balls, as well as the motion they made when he pulled with his hand.
"How's the view from down under?" he smiled gloatingly.
She couldn't reply. Her tongue was too busy slipping up his rectum. Her hands were too occupied clasping his ass cheeks as she performed the act for him. This was the type of action she could do without. However, she was determined to satisfy him no matter how warped or twisted he was.
"Suck my sweet ass," he smiled as he pumped on his penis, "and I will feed you my dick. Yes. You just keep licking. That's beautiful. Keep licking."
The erotic pleasure that she was deriving from it was minimal. For she could see he was a man who enjoyed dominating and sadism.
Finally he told her to stop.
"Feeding time," Henry smiled as he flipped his big juicing cock in her face.
Opening her mouth she let him inch in.
"Take it slow," he told her, "that's the way, honey. I'm gonna feed you my cock."
In comforting words he jabbed forward. She was glad that he wasn't being so rough now as she didn't care to choke on Henry's penis.
Caressing the back of her throat with the head of his shaft he went on grinding.
"Fuck it, baby," he panted, "that's how you do it. Yes, sweetheart, fuck it. Come on, baby, fuck it. Beautiful. That's the way to do it. Fuck it off. Come on, baby, fuck it, fuck it."
He was deriving an enormous amount of pleasure from the act, and so was she.
"Eat it," he told her. "Oh, baby, eat that cock. That's the way. Eat that big ole prick."
Passionately he went on plunging his cock down her throat. His balls rode her face. His balls were sweating now and she could tell that he was almost there.
"Grab my ass and squeeze my butt," Henry insisted as he went on fucking her face in forceful stabs.
Her hands clasped his flexing ass cheeks.
"Oh, I'm gonna fuck you," he told her, "and fuck you good. I'm gonna feed you cum. Every drop of it. You're gonna love it. Don't ever stop. Keep sucking. Keep sucking."
Passionately he went on plunging. "Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. That'sthe way, baby. Take it."
The hot white cream gushed down her throat.
She breathed hrough her nose now as it was difficult.
"I'flooding you," he told her, "flooding you with my white cream. Suck. Suck that juicy cock. Suck it off, baby, suck it off."
Passionately she finished sucking on Henry's mainstem.