Several days later, Andy stopped at Doc's office to pick up Beth from work. Luckily, Beth was there. "Doc won't mind if you leave a little early, I'm sure. We're invited to a cocktail party tonight."
"You said no more cocktail parties," Beth said.
"This is different. It's a respectable cocktail party. Besides, you're going with me," he said with obvious irritation. "We can leave your car here and I'll bring you to work in the morning. We'll stop and have a steak so you won't have to make dinner."
"Sounds marvelous. I'll tell Doc I'm leaving. He won't care."
"Where's Evelyn?" Andy asked.
"She's not here today, got the flu or something."
"She must really be sickly. She's never here."
Beth suppressed a laugh. "I'll tell Doc I'm going." She went to Doc's door, tapped lightly, and stuck her head inside. Sue, Doc's best friend's wife was with him. He'd been with her every day since the last party. They were on Doc's couch, and they were both naked. "I'm leaving early, Doc. Andy is here to pick me up," she said.
"Lock the door on your way out, honey. I don't want to be disturbed," Doc said.
"Honey, you've been disturbed for a long time," Beth said. She closed the door. "Doc's on the phone long distance," she said, "He said to lock the door on our way out."
"I don't see, how the guy makes any money. He's closed half the time."
"Sweetie, you should have as much trouble making money."
Andy gave her a dirty look and left ahead of her.
They stopped at a steak house and had a couple of drinks, big rare T-bones, and then a couple more drinks. When they got home, Beth mixed highballs and went to the bedroom.
"I get the shower first," she called.
When Andy got his turn and was out, Beth was sitting naked at her mirror putting on makeup. She spun around and spread her legs when he came in. She was on her second highball.
"Would you like to eat me, before we go?" she said.
"Shit, Beth, that's all you think of anymore. And don't drink anymore before we go. I don't want you drunk."
"I'm already a little drunk," she said, and ran her finger through her deep slit. "My little pussy wants you."
"Shit," Andy said, and took his shorts from the dresser. "I don't want you to make an ass of yourself tonight. There's gonna be a guy there tonight with barrels of money – oil money. He's an Arab, but a hell of a nice guy, and he just might give me a commission to design a whole town. You hear that, a whole fucking town. I want to make a good impression."
"An Arab?" Beth asked.
"Yeh, an Arab. A rich Arab," Andy answered.
Beth put on a sheer, long sleeved blouse, a floor length skirt, and shoes, nothing else.
"That blouse is a little thin to go without a brassiere," he said. "I can almost see your nipples."
"Just almost?"
"Yeh, almost, or I'd make you put on a bra. Wear those long, dangly ear rings, those Arabs like that kind of shit."
Beth wasn't surprised when the Arab with barrels of money turned out to be Abdul Zarie. She had expected it. He was there with a tall, dark, extremely beautiful young woman named Mara. Her sleek blouse came all the way up to her neck and it was skin tight. She didn't have large tits, but she had large nipples, and it was obvious that she wore no brassiere. She wore a floor length skirt that was split all the way up both sides and short, short hot pants. She was a very leggy young woman.
"Beth, this is Abdul Zarie," Andy said.
"Call me Ab, more American," Ab said, taking Beth's hand and kissing it. "You have a lovely wife."
Beth was disappointed that he showed no recognition, yet relieved. Andy wouldn't understand.
"Could I have the pleasure of dancing with your lovely wife? They have an excellent combo tonight," Zarie said, flashing his perfect, white teeth under his thick, black moustache.
"Yes, of course," Andy said. "Be my guest."
Ab took Beth's hand and led her to the small dance floor. He hadn't bothered to introduce Mara to either of them. He drew Beth close.
"I've thought of you a great deal since last we met," he said.
"I thought maybe you'd forgotten me," Beth said.
"There is no way I could forget you, but I got the distinct feeling that it would be better if I acted like we had never met."
"I'm glad you did. Andy thinks I meet too many men working for Doc. He's been making noises like maybe I should quit."
"But you won't," Ab said.
"Not without a fight."
She felt his hands on her back, then her hips, and finally on her ass. He cupped the ample globes let the tips of his fingers inch into the deep cleft and pulled her tight against his crotch.
"You're naked under that long skirt," he said.
"Yes, does it excite you?"
"Can't you tell?"
Beth could tell. His cock pressed hard against her belly. She could tell he was big. It excited her. She could feel the wet, horny feeling between her legs. They danced, their mouths pressed together, his tongue in hers, and then hers in his.
"Would you like to fuck me?" she whispered.
"I'm going to fuck you," he answered.
"God, I hope so."
The dance ended too soon. Beth's nipples were hard, and her cunt was wet. She went to the bar before she danced with her husband. It wasn't the same, dancing with her husband.
Beth was pleasantly drunk when Andy told her they were going to Ab's for a nightcap. He was convinced that Ab was going to offer him the commission. He was pleased, too, that Beth had made such a good impression. "He really does like you," Andy said.
It surprised Beth that her husband didn't mind that Ab really did like her. Maybe he didn't realize how Ab liked her. She wondered.
They didn't have far to go. Ab had the top floor of the hotel. On the elevator up, Beth asked if Mara wasn't coming.
"She'll be along in a while," Ab told her.
The suite was lavish, the view from the terrace breathtaking. Drinks were mixed and Ab sat on the couch beside Beth and Andy in a facing chair. Ab was drinking orange juice. He never touched intoxicating beverages.
Ab let his arm glide over Beth's shoulders while he dangled the commission in front of Andy. He explained it would be necessary for Andy to fly over to his country to get the lay of the land. His arm was securely around Beth, and he slid his hand up and cupped one of her tits, bouncing it gently. "You have a lovely wife, Andy," he said.
"Yeh… uh, thanks, uh…" Andy stammered. "Fly over, huh? How long would I be gone?"
Beth was shocked. She'd felt uncomfortable when Ab felt her tit, wanted to pull away, expected Andy to explode. She searched for her husband's face and saw the strange mixture – jealousy and greed – and relaxed against the tall Arab. He was rubbing her nipple with his fingers now and it came up hard. He brought his other hand over to fondle the other tit. She felt her excitement growing and pressed her tits against his hands. She saw the agony on Andy's face and leaned her head on Ab's shoulders, half closed her eyes, and sighed with pleasure.
Ab went on, explaining the terrain of his country and what a challenge it would be for a young designer, a chance of a life-time. Beth's blouse buttoned down the back and he slowly undid it as he talked. When he had all the buttons undone, he slipped his hand inside.
"If you want another drink, Andy, help yourself," he said. He had both hands inside her blouse.
Andy swallowed hard and got to his feet.
"Get me one, too, darling," Beth said. She tilted her head and Ab kissed her on the mouth, his tongue going deep.
Andy went to the bar and mixed the drinks with shaking hands. He wanted that commission so damned bad. When he returned, Beth's blouse was off one shoulder exposing her tit. Ab glanced at him and lowered his mouth to the protruding nipple and started sucking. Beth had her head back, her eyes closed, and her hand on Ab's thigh.
"Here's your drink," Andy said, and sat back down.
They heard the door open and close and Mara entered the room. A cigarette dangled from her lips and her eyes looked heavy. She weaved as she crossed the room.
"You know you're not supposed to drink, Mara," Ab said.
Mara didn't answer. She sat on the arm of Andy's chair, exposing her leg all the way to her hip. She still wore the dress split all the way up, but the hot pants were gone. She settled against Andy and brought her knee up, showing a wealth of black fur between her thighs. She had magnificent legs, long and smooth.
Beth's blouse was on the floor, and Ab was kissing her belly just above her skirt. She held his head with one hand and gripped his prick through his pants with the other.
Andy looked at the lewd scene on the couch and then at the long, bare leg almost in his lap. He picked up his drink and killed it.
"That looks like fun," Mara said, "Would you like to kiss me?" She pulled his head towards her lap. She had brushed her skirt to the side and her cunt was completely uncovered.
Ab got to his feet and pulled Beth up with him. "Let's go to the bedroom," he said. "You two have fun."
Andy watched them go. He moaned with self pity and buried his face between Mara's legs. Mara sighed and spread open.
"Suck me, little man, suck my cunt good," she sighed.
When they reached the bedroom, a large ornately decorated room with mirrors all around, Ab kissed Beth hard on the lips.
"Leave your skirt on. I'll remove it when I want it off," he said. He proceeded to remove his own clothing, pulling down his bulging shorts last of all.
Beth's eyes opened wide and she gave a little gasp. A cock like she had never imagined sprang out. It stuck straight out from beneath his flat belly. She reached out and pushed it down with her finger. It bobbed back up like a tightly wound spring when she released it. He chuckled and put his hands on the top of her head.
"Go to your knees, my darling whore, and suck it," he said, "or better yet, start with my lips and work your way down to the object of your heart's delight."
She kissed his lips, her tongue darting in and out of his mouth, then his cheeks, chin and neck. He was slim, yet well muscled, his skin smooth and hairless and golden brown like he had a magnificent suntan. She kissed and sucked his tiny, dark nipples, bringing them up hard. She moved on down, sucking, licking until she was on her knees and his huge prick was staring her in the face.
His cock was long, very long, and big around, the stiff shaft blue-black with thick veins standing out. His nuts were large. The hair was soft and jet black. She went back to his cock, staring at the gorgeous glans. It was so dark it was almost purple, neatly circumsized like a bulging over-ripe plum at the end of a branch. The little hole had fat little lips that were spread open and oozed a clear, slippery jizz.
"Oh, Goddamn," she moaned, and closed her drooling mouth over the thick tip. She grasped the shaft gently and sucked the oozing goo into her mouth. It tasted clean and salty, almost sweet. She closed her mouth over the head, letting her tongue play along the sensitive underside. She felt the fat veins against her palm as she softly slid her hand up and down its length.
"Yessss, you little whore," he hissed. "Suck it, play with it. I want to cum in your mouth."
Beth backed off. "No, I want you to fuck me. I want this big thing inside my pussy."
"I fully intend to fuck you, my little whore, but first you're going to suck me off. You're going to drink the seed of my loins. Now suck!"
He put his hands to the back of her head and pulled her forward. His cock went deep, almost into her throat. She backed off, wanting only the head. If he was going to unload his nuts, she wanted to taste it, savor it, and she couldn't if he squirted his pearly juice down her throat. She wanted it in her mouth, over her tongue.
"Yeh, baby, yeh," he moaned. "God, you really know how to give head. Yeh, that's it, feel my nuts, play with them, make them cum hard."
She held his shaft with one hand, massaging gently, his bag of nuts in the other, tickling lightly with her fingers. The knob was swollen and throbbing against her sucking lips. She had sucked out all the clear stuff. The thick milk would soon be on its way. She sucked greedily, wanting the hot, slippery goo to spurt, bubble, and finally ooze over her palate.
"Aw, shit!" Ab cried, "I'm gonna let you have it, baby. It's too fucking good. I can't hold off."
She felt the tension in his prick, the tightening of his balls. The tube under his cock fattened and it was gushing into her waiting mouth. She jacked him steadily, milking the thick cum out in thick globs. When she had a good puddle resting in her mouth, she tilted her head and swallowed slowly, letting the stuff run down her gullet. When she had swallowed it all, she started sucking again and felt the goo come out over her tongue. She drew string after string of cum from the little lips at the end of his cock. When the fountain went dry, she leaned back and watched the stiffness drain. It didn't go completely soft, however.
"We'll go over on the bed and smoke a little grass while I regenerate," he said.
He lit two little cigarettes and handed her one. "Drag it deep. It's excellent stuff."
It was excellent, and she went up quickly. She was floating on a cloud, her body tingling with desire. He pushed her back on the bed and reached under her long skirt.
"Lie back and smoke. I'll get you warmed up," he said.
"I'm already burning hot. I want to be fucked."
"Have patience, it will be all the better."
He stroked her open cunt with the tips of his fingers, swabbing into the wet hole, pinching her protruding clit. It came out hard and throbbing to his touch.
"Oh, shit, Ab, fuck me, fuck me! I feel so good, so in need. Ahhhhh, that's nice, that's nice."
She rolled her hips in rhythm to his stroking fingers, the marvelous feeling already filling her cunt.
He lifted her skirt and threw it back, covering her head. "I'm going to fuck you now. Just lay back and let the exquisite feeling of a prick fill you."
He got between her open legs on his knees and lifted her up until her weight rested on her shoulders. She felt the thick knob press the lips apart and push into her hole. She gurgled with pleasure. It was so thick, so marvelously thick.
"Wrap your legs around my hips," he ordered.
Her legs went around his hips and he pushed his cock in to the hilt. God, she had thought Doc had a big one, but this was bigger, longer and thicker. It was so nice, felt so good. She hung in the air and let him fuck. He rammed hard, pulling part way out and shoving back with cruelty.
"Oh, God, I… I think I'm going to cum already!" she cried.
"Of course you're going to cum, and it won't be the last time."
He jabbed her savagely, her body jerking and twisting in the throes of a hard orgasm. When she relaxed, he dropped her, letting his cock slide slowly free.
"Now I'll lie on my back and you can fuck me," he said, "take off your skirt first. I want you naked."
She pushed her skirt down over her feet and straddled him. She still felt weak, and poised on her knees over his standing cock, sank slowly down, her cunt opening to engulf the long, black monster. She held it half way in, rolling her hips, for a couple of minutes, and then with a deep groan, sank down until her cunt lips were embedded to his nuts. She fell forward onto his chest and started fucking, lifting her ass until half his shaft was free and then plunging back down. She loved this position, the penetration was so deep, and with her laying forward, the hard shaft sawed tightly back and forth over her clit.
"I can last a long time this way," he said.
"I can't," Beth moaned, already building for the climax.
She came hard, but kept fucking. It was so big, filled her completely. She was sure she could cum all night if he could keep it hard. It was good and hard and she was coming again.
"Aw, fuck!" she grunted. "So good, so fucking good. I'm coming again."
She lay on top of him, her blood boiling, and rutted with complete abandon. Every time an orgasm ended, another seemed to rise up and take its place. If ever she was to get fucked out, it would be tonight.
"Squeeze me with your cunt. I'm getting close," Ab said.
She compressed her muscles around his prick, riding hard. The sensation was indescribable and she was going to make it again. It was slower than the last, a shattering feeling, almost painful.
"Cum with me, honey," she gasped.
Ab was sure he'd never been fucked any better and let the juice go. It squirted up into her belly. She was a splendid fuck, simply splendid. Maybe he would have her move in with him while her stupid husband was running around his homeland. She felt him draining inside her, and rolled off, her belly still churning. She had never cum so many times before, probably never would again.
They lay breathing hard for quite a while, both completely spent. Someone came into the room and Beth looked up to see Mara standing in the door. She was quite drunk, her eyes bleary, a drink in her hand. She was naked from the hips down.
"He drink too much," she said.
Beth giggled. "When he drinks too much, he can't get it up."
"That wouldn't matter. Mara doesn't like to fuck. The only things that interest her are getting drunk and having a head between her legs."
"Girls or boys?" Beth asked.
"Either, just so they know how to use their tongue."
Beth looked at the gorgeous woman. Her legs were so long and so perfect, and she had never seen so much hair on a cunt, and it was coal black.
"Bastard passed out before I came. Need to cum," Mara snorted.
"Have you ever gone down on another woman, Beth?" Ab asked.
Beth hesitated. "Yes," she said.
"I want you to eat Mara. She cums so hard, has the sweetest cunt juices. She really gets wet."
"She's beautiful," Beth said, wetting her lips.
"I'll have her eat you, too. Mara really knows how to eat a woman's cunt."
"I don't think I could stand it to cum again."
"Okay, she won't eat you… this time. Come over here, Mara, Beth is going to suck your sweet pussy."
"Ab, I don't know…"
Mara came over, weaving badly.
"Kneel over her face, Mara, push that frothy mess between your legs onto her mouth. I can see how wet you are from here."
Mara scrambled onto the bed and quickly straddled Beth.
She hovered on her knees, her cunt directly over Beth's face. She was soaking, the black hair shining in wet little ringlets, the thick, pouting lips dark, almost black, along the deep slit. Mara leaned forward, placing her palms on the bed above Beth's head, and started lowering her hips, moaning softly. When she was an inch or two above Beth's mouth, her legs were far apart, opening the hairy split wide. Beth could smell the woman's musk, ripe and strong.
Beth's mouth came open when the hairy, black cunt touched her lips. She curled her tongue and pushed it up into the sloppy hole, making a trough for the flowing juices.
Mara moaned softly, moving her hips from side to side. "Suck it, suck it," she sighed, "make me cum. I need to cum."
Beth sucked hungrily, the prickles in her belly admonishing her for not going sixty-nine with the lovely lady. She needed a mouth on her pussy, too, and substituted her own fingers for the caress of a much needed tongue.
Mara was grunting loudly now, fucking herself on Beth's outstretched tongue. She put one hand behind Beth's head and pulled it up tight against her open pussy. She was in a frenzy, tossing her head from side to side, her long, black hair swirling. Beth could feel the sweat from Mara's thighs on her cheeks.
"Oh, oh… shit, fuck, I'm getting so close. Bite my clit, just nip it with your teeth. Yes, yes, Christ yes!" she was screaming, her head thrown back. "I'm coming, yes I'm coming. Oh, fuck, I can't stand it…"
Mara toppled off and lay on the bed squirming and kicking. Beth had never seen or heard anyone cum so violently. Mara was twitching convulsively, gripping herself tightly between the legs with both hands.
Beth sat up and looked around. Zarie was sitting in the corner on the floor. He was smoking a large looking pipe. It filled the room with a strange odor.
"Mara really cums off, doesn't she? Especially when she's high. Of course, she's high most of the time. Come over here." His voice sounded strange.
Beth got up and went over to where he sat. His eyes had a wild, glazed look. He was still naked and his big cock was rock hard. It pointed straight out from his crossed legs.
"Lay on your stomach and suck me off, Beth. I like to cum at least three times," he said.
"I really think I've had enough for one night," Beth said.
"I didn't ask what you want. I said to suck me off. I want to cum in your mouth again!"
Beth knew she had no choice. She lay on the floor in front of him and reached for his cock.
"Now do a good job. I feel very high and I'll cum very hard," he said. "Yes, that's it, stroke the shaft gently. Mmmmmmm, yes, I like that. Go ahead. Push your finger all the way in. Yes, yes, wiggle your finger, too."
Beth had her finger all the way in his asshole. She held the fat glans in her mouth and stroked the shaft with her other hand.
"I'm going to give your husband the commission," Zarie said, "he's earned it."
He's earned it? Beth thought. The prick.
Zarie started thrusting. "I'm getting near. I was going to prolong it, but it feels too good. I want to cum now." He grunted and started spurting.
Beth was amazed at the amount of semen he squirted into her mouth. It just seemed to come and come. She had to swallow several times to take it all.
"Yes, yes, that was good. Lick it clean and then go and gather up your husband and go. Tell him to call me at eleven tomorrow."
Beth had a terrible struggle getting Andy awake. She slapped him several times. She felt like kicking him in the balls, but decided against it. He almost got sick on the elevator going down. They were three blocks from the hotel when he did get sick. Beth pulled the car to the curb and let him get out.
"I feel better," he said after he got back in. "Let's just sit here a few minutes. The car moving might make me sick again."
They sat in silence for several minutes. Beth lit one cigarette off another.
"Did he fuck you?" Andy said.
"Just what the hell do you think?"
Andy shrugged. "Yeh. Dumb question." He sat brooding.
"You don't need to pout. You got the commission."
Andy straightened up and smiled. "I did? How do you know?"
"Zarie told me. He said to call him tomorrow at eleven. He told me while…"
"While what?"
"While I sucked his cock," Beth snapped.
"Aw, Beth, don't," Andy whined, but she could see he wasn't angry. He was elated, the prick.
"I sucked it twice, and I swallowed his cum both times. He fucked me, too."
"Jesus," Andy said.
"And I went down on his girl friend."
"Beth! Really?"
"Yes, really. Because you couldn't."
"Oh, fuck, that turns me on." He opened his fly and took out his cock. It was bone hard. "Play with it, Beth."
It disgusted her, still she started to stroke his prick. He had his head thrown back and was close to coming when she heard the tap on the window. She turned to stare into the face of a cop. There was one at the other window, too. She rolled down the glass.
"You people better get out," the cop said.
"Wha… what's the matter, officer?" she stammered. She was still stroking Andy's cock.
"What's the matter? Committing a lewd act in public, for one thing. Drunk. This car smells like a brewery. I can think of a dozen charges, lady. Now get out."
"You stay in the car, Andy. I'll take care of it. You're still too drunk," Beth said, and got out. She went to the patrol car behind them with the cop.
It was almost half an hour before she came back.
"What happened?" Andy said.
"They were going to arrest us for being perverts. You'd have lost your precious commission."
"How did you talk them out of it?"
"They fucked me, stupid."
"Both of them?"
"Yes, both of them. And then I sucked them, but they got an emergency and didn't get to cum the second time." She giggled.
"Damn."
"I'm ashamed of myself, Beth. I knew they were balling you back there. I got so excited thinking about it that I jerked off and came all over my pants. Look."
His cock still hung out of his pants. She could see the big wet spot on his pants leg.
"Put your cock away and let's go home," she said.
She put the car in gear and pulled away from the curb.
"Beth?" Andy said.
"Yeh."
"This isn't what we had in mind when we got married is it?"
"Not exactly," Beth said.
Beth was pounding furiously on her typewriter when Doc came out of the office.
"Shit, I'm in a bind. I need a young girl, you know, just a kid, for a very important client tonight."
"So? What's your problem?" Evelyn said.
"I don't know any young kids that fuck."
"Is fifteen young enough?" Beth asked.
"Yeh, if she looks young enough. Some of these kids look pretty wise by fifteen. You got someone in mind?"
Beth pursed her lips, thought a minute. "My little sister is fifteen. Dress her right and she'll pass for twelve."
"Are you serious?"
"Of course, I'm serious. I can call her after she gets out of school this afternoon and set it up."
"You really think she'll go for it?"
"I'm positive."
"Okay, set it up."
"There's something else I want to talk to you about, Doc. I'm thinking of quitting."
"You gotta be kidding."
"No, I'm not. Andy and I had a long talk last night and he wants me to quit, thinks I'll be doing things I shouldn't if I stay. He doesn't know what's been going on, but suspects something is funny. I think it's getting out of hand, too. We want to save our marriage."
"Sounds like a batch of shit to me. You'll be sorry. I don't understand you, Beth. On one hand you're offering to make a whore out of your kid sister and on the other, you're quitting."
"I have my reasons." I have a score to settle with the little tramp, she thought.
"Okay, but you'll be sorry."
"If I am, can I come back to work?"
"Only if you fuck," Doc said, and went back to his office.
Beth went back to her typing. She felt proud of herself. Andy could keep her happy. She didn't need all these other men.
Andy called shortly after lunch and told her he had signed the contract. They were leaving next week. Yes, and she was going along. Zarie had protested, but finally agreed she could go, too. He was going to pick her up at five and they would go out and celebrate.
And fuck.