Denise left Conrad's room without even a glance behind her. She was confused and bewildered. She had done something she considered evil and yet…
Was it so bad? There was no way of getting around the fact that she was in a bad fix. She needed money now that Clark had dumped her. And there was no way she could go crawling back to Ray. She would have to beg and plead and humiliate herself.
The more Denise thought about how easy it was to make the sixty dollars, the less guilty she felt about it. Hadn't she been fucking Clark for over a month? And what did she really get out of it? A lot of heartache and not much else.
The trip to Vegas would have been the first real thing besides getting balled that Clark had come through with. And at the first instant he had abandoned her.
Denise's mouth firmed to a thin line. She'd show them. She'd show them all that she could get along all right without their help.
She went back to the bar, still a little tipsy from all the alcohol she had put into her system earlier. The fantastic fucking on the satin sheets had burned most of the booze from her brain, but enough remained to make her a little wobbly.
The waitress came back and, sarcasm dripping from her voice, said, "How was it, kid? Was the hick a good screw?"
Denise looked up and squarely faced the waitress. Her voice was low when she said, "He was a damn good lay. Probably better than any you've had – if a loud-mouthed bitch like you gets any at all!"
The waitress started to retort when a raucous laugh cut her off. She turned and saw a burly man approaching.
He was dressed in a very expensive suit. His gait was confident like a man used to commanding – and being obeyed instantly.
He pushed a wave of dark-brown hair out of his eyes as he said, "Sounds like she's got you pegged, Liz. Why don't you buzz off and annoy someone else? This chick's too far out of your league."
As the waitress turned to go, the man coldly said, "And bring us two drinks."
The waitress looked back over her shoulder, sheer hatred masking her features, but she said nothing as she stalked off.
"My name's Thompson," he said without preamble as he sat down beside Denise in the boot.
"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Thompson."
The man chuckled. "Not mister… not for you, good looking. Just Thompson. I don't like complicated names." It was apparent he was asking what hers was.
Denise told him, then asked, "Why did you bother to come to bat for me? You could have let that bitch chew me up all she wanted. I'm nothing to you."
"No trouble at all, Denise. I don't like Liz, and she don't much like me, either. See, I dumped her a month or two ago because she's got such a big mouth."
"Haven't you, Liz?" The waitress had returned with their drinks and had been eavesdropping.
The man tossed a hundred-dollar bill to Liz and said, "Keep the change. You can probably use it, what with your nickel and dime customers." Thompson laughed as Liz snatched up the bill and left.
"She looks like she could get pretty mean."
"Liz? Damn right, she can. But I can get even nastier, and she knows it. Hell, I've walked over tougher ones than her in my day."
Denise studied the man. He was an odd combination of sophistication and crudeness. She asked, "What's your business?"
He didn't hesitate as he answered, "Broads." Seeing the look on her face, Thompson laughed and added, "I'm a gambler by trade. Broads are just a hobby."
Denise hadn't missed the roll of large denomination bills or the fact that he had paid Liz a hundred for drinks that cost only four dollars.
"Gee, I don't know much about gambling. Would you like to show me some of the games?"
Thompson looked at her, then smirked, "Sure. Why not? I know plenty of games, and I'll just bet you know a couple yourself, eh?"
They left the bar and went to the crap table. Thompson managed to lose over two thousand before quitting.
"Just not my day with the ivory cubes. Let's try some baccarat. Now that's a game!"
Denise was confused with the dealing of the cards and the odd "shoe" that contained the decks of cards, but it was quickly apparent that Thompson was at home with the high-stakes game. In less than fifteen minutes, he had his two thousand back and was five hundred dollars ahead. He looked at the pile and sighed.
It was obvious that Thompson wanted to continue, but had other things on his mind. Lady luck wasn't the only game in town. Not when he had a sexy chick hanging on his elbow waiting to be fucked.
Denise looked at him with admiration glowing in her brown eyes. "That's super! I didn't understand much of the game with all those banks and things, but you're good!"
"In more ways than one, baby, in more ways than one. How about coming to my place for a little drink, eh?"
His intent was clear, and Denise realized that the man might be very generous if she put out for him.
It repulsed her, and yet it attracted her. Fucking for money seemed wrong, but what else could she do? She had no other skills but her body.
And Thompson seemed like a nice enough guy.
"Okay, high roller, lead on!"
He took her by the arm and they went outside.
He handed the car keys to the doorman along with a fifty-dollar bill. In a few minutes, a Mercedes 450SL rolled up.
Denise caught her breath at the sight of the expensive car. "Is that yours?"
"Sure is. Paid cash after I had some luck with the nags. Get in and let's roll!"
Thompson's apartment was as lavish as his car. Denise was immediately taken by the expensive furnishings and the obvious cost of the entire pad.
Thompson explained, "When I got money, I spend it. Like what you see around here?"
Denise was momentarily speechless. When she turned to face the gambler, she was caught by surprise. He had dropped his pants and was holding onto a massive hard-on.
Denise's chocolate-brown eyes were riveted to the quivering, jerking rod sprouting from Thompson's crotch. His cock was an ugly red with a purple head that seemed to cry out to the woman, "Spread 'em!"
The attractive brunette knew that the man was well off and might give her enough money to let her stop acting like a whore. That thought and the lusty cock convinced Denise that she could let Thompson do whatever he wanted to with her.
She became watery in the knees at the sight of the aroused prick. Just thinking of having it rammed up her cunt started her heart to beating faster. To be fucked by that mighty tool would be something she would remember for a long time!
"Get the clothes off, kid. My cock's hungry for a piece of ass!"
Denise began undressing and dropping her clothing to the plushly carpeted floor. It was pointless to spend the time neatly folding everything when such a dick was waiting for her cunt.
In a few minutes, she was gloriously naked – and ready.
"Come on, Thompson. Bring your lovely cock to me!"
Denise sat on the sofa, then reclined as she opened her thighs to expose her snatch to the man's lascivious gaze. She saw his prick grow more rigid and begin to pound with the same beat of his heart when she exposed the rosy wet meat of her open gash to him.
Thompson came and stood over her. His eyes devoured every curve and plane of her body. The tits with their ruddy nipples excited him. He wanted to reach out and squeeze and twist them until Denise shrieked for mercy.
But her thighs beckoned to the man, also. Trim, slender and well-fleshed, satiny-smooth and cool to his groping touch. Thompson's hand slid slowly up the tender inner leg until his fingers barely touched the quivery cuntlips.
Roads of cunt juice gushed out of Denise's pussy as she positioned herself on the sofa. She wanted the man to have the best possible angle of entry into her seething hole. Denise burned inside. Only a man's throbbing, vibrant cock could put out those flames of desire.
"I dunno, baby, I just dunno."
"Wha-What's the matter?" she stuttered, frightened that the gambler was going to change his mind about fucking her.
"I see a hell of a lot of cunts, you know? Yours, here, looks real tight and inviting, and maybe I'd get off." To emphasize his point, he brutally shoved three fingers up Denise's twat.
She squirmed and pitched around in reaction. It wasn't a cock, but it felt good!
"Yeah, you dig that. I might get off fucking that little man-hole of yours. But I never seen an ass just like yours before."
Thompson ran his free hand up and down the curve of Denise's butt. The feel of his fingers on her rear sent little shivers of delight up and down her spine. She thought she knew what he was going to ask her to do, and it excited her.
"I want to fuck your asshole. On the floor, baby!"
With a sudden surge of his muscles, Thompson slid his left hand entirely under Denise's butt and pulled upward. This dumped her onto the floor. His fingers still crammed up her cunt, the gambler quickly followed her sudden fall to the floor.
"Ow, that hurts!" Denise complained.
"Maybe that did a little bit, but this is going to do a number on your lovely bod for sure!"
Thompson lifted Denise to her hands and knees and slipped between her legs. With a sudden forward thrust, his steely cock plunged between the two half-moons of her pert ass.
His rapid thrust missed the tiny target. The puckered little asshole was tightly clenched against any huge male invaders. It wasn't going to relax until everything was just right.
Denise was frightened. She had never had anyone fuck her up the ass before. She had dreamed about it, had wondered what it would feel like having a long, massive dick reaming her ass. But no man had ever actually cornholed her.
Her shaking torso seemed to convey the message to Thompson.
"What's the matter, baby? Never had your butt fucked? Old Thompson will fix you with a royal ass-fucking!"
Denise shivered will ill – suppressed emotion. The thought of having Thompson's long, manly prick crammed up her ass made her feel as if her guts had turned to water. Her knees were weak and the full impact of what he was requesting – demanding! – slammed into her brain.
"My… my ass?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"Sure. Your pretty, round, lily-white ass. Spread those legs for me some more, baby!"
On her hands and knees, Denise had little choice but to obey. She was helpless, was totally at the gambler's mercy. It made her shake with fear and… anticipation!
As much as Denise hated to admit it to herself, the idea of being fucked up the ass appealed to her in a big way.
She moved her legs apart just enough to allow Thompson to thrust his hands into the humid crack of her butt. The feel of the man's hands splitting her asscheeks apart was an odd combination of pleasure and pain. He gripped her meaty buns firmly in each hand and pulled. Denise felt as if she were going to be ripped apart.
And when Thompson's finger found her tiny, puckered shit-chute, Denise almost came.
The gambler saw the effect he had on her, saw that Denise was too tense. Knowing that his cock would have to be fully lubricated to ever penetrate up the shaking woman's asshole, he edged forward until the tip of his prick rested against her pussylips. With a shove of his hips, Thompson surged into Denise's cunt.
She cried out as be penetrated her, feeling his cock sail along her pussy and stretch her sheath apart. Thompson's dick wasn't long, but more than made up for it in girth. When his rod was fully buried up her juice-slickened twat, the dong felt to Denise like it was three or four inches in diameter.
The brunette felt as if a telephone pole had been crammed into her seething pussy.
Denise began to wiggle to accommodate the huge invader of her cunt. The gambler began to stroke in and out of her twat, each thrust designed to grease his prick and nothing else. Thompson enjoyed the tight feeling of Denise's cunt – he was only human.
But he also knew that, if her cunt was tight, her asshole would be ten times as hot and clutching.
"How's that feel, baby? Like it?"
"Oh, yes! Fuck me hard, Thompson! Your cock's so biiig!"
"Hell! You ain't felt nothing yet!"
To make good his claim, the brawny gambler completely pulled out of Denise's dark-haired twat and positioned his knob against her greedy little bung. With an insistent pressure, he began to push forward.
The asshole resisted. It didn't want the invasion of this male organ. And Denise couldn't relax enough to allow Thompson entry. She was too tense from excitement and fear of what buggering would be like. This was something new and different for her, something totally beyond her previous sexual experiences.
The gambler continued his firm pressure against Denise's virgin bung until at last it gave way and relaxed.
Thompson's rigid cock soared up Denise's ass. He didn't even hear her cry out in pain as her delicate inner membranes were tortured and twisted out of shape. She had never taken a cock up her butt before and was not expecting the sudden surge of pain in her body.
The pain was much the same as when she'd had her cherry busted by Ray on their third date.
Denise moaned out, "Oooohhh, that hurts!" over and over, but Thompson was too engrossed in the sensations flooding down his rod and into his balls to pay her any attention.
All around his prick was the soft, wet flesh of Denise's ass. The tissues separated for his rapid entry into her butt, then clutched with tenacity and carnal fierceness at his dick. And the heat felt like a blast furnace. For a brief instant, Thompson had a mental picture of himself fucking into the tailpipe of a running car, the exhaust fumes searing and burning at his cock exactly the same way that Denise's inner heat charred his tool.
Thompson straightened from the waist and cried, "God fucking damn, you're tiight!"
He placed his hands on her waist for balance, then slowly retracted his dick from Denise's asshole. When just the spread hood of his cock remained in her bung, he stroked up and down the sides of her satiny smooth body.
"Damnation, baby, but you're a hot one!"
With that, he fiercely rammed into Denise's butt again, his hairy thighs impacting against her smooth buns and his balls smacking into her pussylips.
The conflicting sensations tightened his nuts until he thought be would rupture like a boiler without a safety valve. Thompson pulled back out of Denise's flaming ass to rest for a few minutes before continuing with the cornholing.
He couldn't remember ever finding a virgin asshole before. And never had he found anyone as tight up the ass as Denise. He felt like he was shoving his prick into a surgeon's glove filled with boiling-hot lava.
Thompson fucked into Denise's asshole again. He didn't linger, and soon he retreated again. He began a rhythmic, methodical fucking of her ass. What he wanted was to ream her out, to make her know that she had a real man fucking her.
Denise didn't have to be told that. She could feel the incredible stretching of her bowels. The man's massive dick made her feel as if she would be ripped apart. His cock had felt large inside her cunt. Up her ass, Thompson's rod was painfully huge.
Yet as her muscles began to relax to take the gambler's dong, Denise began to enjoy the ass-fucking. It was a completely new sensation for her, unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Her cunt gushed put its juices unhindered by a plug of masculine meat. The stream ran down her thigh and aroused her as much as the huge dick racing in and out of her butt.
Denise's arms collapsed on her in reaction to the vigorous ass-fucking. She had to content herself with folding her arms and resting her head on top of her forearms, which shoved her violated ass even higher into the air for the gambler's forceful thrusts.
Denise tried to sort out all the feelings assaulting her youthful body. It was hard but she managed to do a credible job. Her entire body was weak in reaction. Her arms felt like they were made of jelly. Her breath came in rapid, gusting pants. Her stomach was filled with thousands of fluttering butterflies.
But it was her ass mat took the full brunt of the gambler's fucking. Denise felt Thompson's hairy thighs grind against her smooth, silky white rear. She felt his mighty prong spread her asscheeks and delve deeply into her ass.
Most of all, she sensed the friction of his passage up and down her ass. The warmth seemed to grow with each thrust. As the husky gambler began to fuck her faster and faster, Denise thought she was going to faint. Her innards seemed to be pulled out of shape. His huge tool threatened to rip and tear her delicate bowels. The only thing that saved her was his brief excursion up her cunt.
His dick had been greased sufficiently well with her cunt juices that he could slip and slide up her asshole with little effort. He need only force apart the reluctant tissues inside her butt.
Denise was thankful for this slight respite from the erotic torture he inflicted on her poor butt. She couldn't say that the entire scene was terrible or that she was regretting it now, but when he had first fucked into her asshole, the brunette had thought she might die from the sheer agony.
The pleasure that flooded throughout her body now more than made up for the initial discomfort. The gambler's cock was bringing her joys such as she had seldom dreamed of, creating a new inner sexual fire that merrily blazed away, not only in her watery cunt but up her asshole as well. The friction was transmitted along the nerves in her cunt and gave her incredible sexual satisfaction.
The stretching and pulling of new muscles added a completely different dimension to fucking that Denise might have missed entirely had it not been for Thompson. She had him to thank for the prickly feelings assailing her well-fucked ass.
The man's cock expanded even more under the influence of Denise's fiery-hot, extremely tight cunt. Not satisfied with feeling the woman's blazing sheath of ass flesh surround his dick, Thompson leaned forward over Denise's body and reached underneath it until he found her cunt.
He shoved two fingers up her twat and began to wiggle them. As he flexed and rotated his fingers, Denise began to quiver all over. Her pleasure racked body was beginning to betray her. Orgasm lurked near and would soon seize control of her.
Thompson's groping fingers found the tiny go-button of her clit buried in the matted jungle of her pussy hair. As he fingered and pressed the tiny spire of erectile flesh down, the vibrations in Denise's body turned to earthquakes.
She attained one of the most intense orgasms she had ever experience. With Thompson fucking her ass shoving fingers up her quim and fingering her clitoris, she had no choice but to come. And come violently when she did.
The gambler rode out the erotic storm winds and continued to fuck Denise's asshole as hard and fast as he could. The feel of her asshole surrounding his prick made him think he was fucking an O ring. Ht knew different the instant his fleshy dong sailed up her ass again. His cock was buried and scorched and almost destroyed by the waves of carnal heat radiating out from the hot chick's heaving bowels.
The pressure on his prick seemed to compress him down to nothingness. He knew he was being smashed flat by the convulsive contractions that grabbed at his prick when Denise had her orgasm. But the gambler hung in there, fucking with wild abandon.
His own orgasm wouldn't be far behind. His balls felt constricted and pressurized, he could feel his nuts tumble and chum in the thick syrup of his cum. But Thompson was greedy. He wanted as much pleasure from Denise as he could get.
With his free hand, he reached out and found one of her dangling boobs. His fingers closed on the rock-hard pebble that was her nipple. He knew by the telltale feel of her nipple that she was completely aroused and that it would only be a matter of minutes before she came again.
He continued to flex his fingers inside her sticky cunt until his hand was completely drenched with Denise's twat juice. His thumb tweaked and pressed into her clitoris until the lovely brunette held captive on his cock moaned out incoherent streams of words. Her passions were such that she could not form words, just noises signaling her intense lust.
These sounds spurred Thompson on. He feverishly gripped Denise's jug and began to rotate the flesh under his palm, pulling upwards and crushing the doughy tit into her chest. When the compression was as hard as he could make it, he began to massage and diddle the aroused nipple.
He took the flew-red nubbin of flesh between thumb and forefinger and started to pull. Denise moaned and tried to bend her back to follow the action of his fingers. This shoved her ass even higher into the air for his impassioned fucking and crammed his fingers deeper into her cunt.
The combined action in three of the brunette's erogenous zones all triggered another orgasm in her body. She trembled once, then screamed out, "Aiieeee!" as she came.
This time, Thompson couldn't hold back his rising tide of cum. He forcefully fucked up Denise's quivering bung, then his cock exploded. He gushed out gallon upon fiery gallon of jism into her guts.
The pair was locked together ass to pain, bucking and thrusting back and forth as their passions shook their bodies like rag dolls. Thompson groaned as he continued to fuck wildly into Denise's tender ass. Impaled and unable to move much, Denise had to be content with swiveling her hips around in a circle in an attempt to screw Thompson's cock even farther up her hot asshole.
All too soon, their passions were spent. Exhausted, they fell apart. Denise lay on her stomach for a few minutes to catch her breath, then rolled over to look at Thompson. The gambler sat propped up, his back against the sofa.
He peered down at the brunette beauty and said, "You're not so bad, baby doll, not so bad at all."
"Thanks, Thompson. But I'm so damn sweaty from all that fucking. Could I use your shower to freshen up?"
The man got a strange look in his eyes, then leered slightly.
"Sure thing. Down the hall."
After Denise had lithely risen to her feet and started off in the indicated direction, Thompson added, "And I'll join you in a couple of minutes!"