The errand Gloria went on took much, much longer than she had expected, for it held more than its share of shattering thrills.
She figured on a fast drive to Los Angeles and back. That included the shopping she intended to do and would bring her back to her house by seven, just in time to cook dinner for Cindy and Brian. She would include liberal amounts of wine to get the young pair primed. The items she had in mind could not be purchased in the small town she lived in, because there wasn't a single sex specialty shop anywhere near it. But there were plenty of them in Los Angeles, and she had their addresses written down on a list.
The librarian had kept a sharp eye out over the past few months for ads in the really raunchy sex magazines. She knew exactly where to go to get every item she wanted. She was at the end of her topping spree, purchasing her last item – a short, vicious-looking black whip, with seven trailing thongs – when it happened.
The shop sold mostly leather items, with a variety of whips and other devices. It also carried manacles and huge dildos, along with a vast display rack of sexy magazines and books. The clerk was discreetly trying to sell Gloria a set of leather panties and bra – the panties were skin-soft and open at the crotch, and the bra had openings for nipples to protrude. Then the man standing beside her at the counter spoke up.
"That's a beautiful whip," he told her, stroking it on the counter. "Are you planning to use it yourself, or, uh, have it used?"
She was on the verge of telling him to get lost when she hesitated, a wild idea sparking in her mind. For one thing, he was good-looking in a strong, brutal sort of way. He looked about thirty-five and was well-dressed. He certainly was not a creep. He was sexy in a rage, rugged sort of way. And was definitely horny from the bold way he ran his cool eyes over her figure.
"Are you in the habit of trying to pick up women in places like this?" she retorted.
He grinned charmingly.
"I'm in the habit of picking up beautiful women anywhere."
He picked up the whip and fondled it.
"I'd guess you were going to use the whip to train someone," he said, "but at the same time, you look like you have a driving curiosity about what it feels like yourself. Am I right?"
"Sharp as a tack," she said dryly. "But I don't come that easy."
"Wrap up the whip," she told the clerk. "That's all I want."
"There's a bar just down the street," he persisted.
His eyes bored into hers. There was something so rugged and strong about him, she felt both fear and excitement. The bastard was a good psychologist, anyway. He knew exactly why, she wanted the whip.
"The name of the game is adventure," he added softly. "That's why you're buying the whip. Let's have a drink and talk it over…"
Hell, why not? Gloria thought excitedly. As long as she was on a shopping spree, why not go on a little sex spree? Then he said something that clinched her decision.
"I'd like you to meet my wife," he said, grinning. "She's beautiful like yourself, not as well endowed, but she has her appeal. I think you two would like each other."
"You wouldn't happen to be a psychologist by chance, would you?" she asked.
He'd already, taken her arm and was guiding her out the door. "Just an amateur, honey. But you weren't in a shop like that to buy a Holy Bible, were you? You might say my wife and I have developed an instinct for passionate women who have, ah, special needs. Women who like whips have very special needs."
He's too smooth, thought Gloria, but masculine as hell, and different. Maybe she'd lived in a small town all her life, but she knew swingers were common in this city. She felt strange being picked up so casually, though, and even the exciting prospect of variety wouldn't shatter her stubborn resistance.
"I'd have to meet your wife first," Gloria said firmly. "Don't get the idea I'm a pushover."
"We're going to meet her right now," he assured her, guiding her into a bar. "In fact, we were having a drink together when I decided to drop into the shop and buy a couple of magazines. Then I saw you, and couldn't resist."
"Save the charm," Gloria retorted.
He probably hung around the area of the shop, waiting for unescorted women to go in, she thought. But the librarian was curious about his wife, having had her first taste of cunnilingus just hours before. She would have a drink with them and leave.
The man guided Gloria to a booth. A woman of about twenty-live was sipping a drink and smoking. She was slender, dark-haired, with shining black eyes and a very ripe, sexy mouth. There was a hint of cruelty to her smile as the introductions were made. Gloria sat next to the wife, Lisa, facing her husband.
They were a strange, handsome couple, chatting easily on a number of subjects, talking, in fact, about everything except sex. Smart, Gloria thought, they were putting her at ease. The librarian may have been a country girl at heart, but she'd read enough books on psychology to know they were smoothly relaxing her before propositioning her. They were on their second martini when Lisa got up to go to the ladies' room.
"Come an with me for a minute, Gloria," Lisa smiled. "I'll show you my etchings."
Driven by a hot curiosity, Gloria followed her into the bathroom, watching her sensuous ass and long legs sway beneath her skirt. She was very sexy, the brunette decided. And variety was the spice of life, wasn't it?
Once they were alone in the ladies' room, Lisa stepped up to her and kissed her torridly on the mouth, running her hands down over her hips and ass. Her polite veneer quickly dropped away, revealing sheer urgent desire.
"Come on with me into the stall," Lisa whispered huskily in her ear. "Come on, honey, you really turn me on, Christ, you're stacked! Come on!"
Gloria trembled, feeling weak and wildly excited in the pit of her stomach. "If someone comes in…"
"We're the only women in the bar, damnit. Come on!"
The brunette felt herself being pulled into the stall. Quickly, Lisa locked the door. Her high, pointed tits ached as she sat on the toilet seat. Lisa's eyes focused on Gloria as she pulled up Gloria's skirt and slid her panties down below her knees in a rapid movement.
"Closer," the dark haired swinger urged. "Bring it close to my mouth. Hurry!"
Lisa's electrifying excitement was contagious. Gloria nudged her throbbing cunt close to Lisa's wet lips. The hot, panting swinger clutched the brunette's naked ass savagely. She nuzzled her warm mouth against Gloria's hot cunt and began sucking on her clit feverishly, flicking her burning tongue against the sensitive bud to make Gloria moan with lust.
Gloria felt a tremendous new excitement soaring in her blood. Going down on a girl in the privacy of her own home was one thing, but getting her cunt eaten by a beautiful swinger in the ladies' room of a bar sparked the most obscene lust of her life. Lisa's frantic tongue had already brought her to the verge of a wild climax. Her moans grew louder. Gloria crushed Lisa's face lewdly to her naked cunt, glancing fearfully over her shoulder, wondering if someone would come m.
Suddenly Lisa drew her mouth back, licking her lips with her long pink tongue.
"Don't stop!" Gloria hissed urgently. "Just another minute or two…"
"We might get caught here," Lisa and as she rolled Gloria's panties up with deft movements and then pulled down her skirt. The slender, breathless woman stood up, squeezing Gloria's lush tits through her blouse, and sensuously ground her warm crotch to Gloria's.
"Listen, honey, we'll finish this over at our place, okay?" Lisa whispered. "I'll let you use your new whip on me, all right? And Carl is a terrific fuck, really. I'd just love to watch you two in action. Let's go, we live only a few blocks away."
Again Gloria felt herself being pulled headlong into a sex adventure, but she couldn't still the cry of alarm in the back of her mind. Yet Lisa's quick, frantic tongue lashing, her urgent sexiness and her promise to let Gloria use the whip on her naked body left the brunette powerfully aroused.
Their car was parked outside the bar. Carl drove in silence, with Gloria sitting between the couple. Lisa slid her fingers beneath the brunette's skirt to caress her moist pantycrotch. Their apartment was large and tastefully furnished. Once she was inside, the librarian felt a flood of relief mingling with her hot excitement.
She was about to have sex with two handsome swingers, and they were obviously experienced. Why not use the experience with Brian and Cindy at home?
Carl made martinis while Lisa disappeared into a bedroom.
"Feel it," he told Gloria, catching her gaze on his raging hard-on. He stepped close to her. "Go ahead, feel my cock, honey."
She reached out and felt the hot, thick pounding in his pants. God, he was big!
"I can't stay long," she told him. "I've got to drive up north soon."
"To try out your new whip?" he grinned, and Gloria felt a stab of uneasiness again. She sipped her martini. Why should her first threesome make her so nervous?
Her answer came sauntering out of the bedroom a few moments later. Gloria lost her breath and widened her eyes, and then felt her first tremor of real fear.
Lisa was naked from the waist up. Her petite, pointed tits were a stark milk-white, with huge tan nipples. Beneath her narrow waist, she wore sheer black panties, with her lush black triangle of cunt hairs showing through. Her slender legs were clad in misty black nylons, and she wore black leather boots with five-inch heels. She was stunningly sexy, but two things frightened Gloria.
One, she carried a whip in her hand – longer and more vicious than the kind Gloria had bought. And she had the look of wild, glazed excitement in her eyes. She left no doubt in the trembling brunette's mind as to who would be using the whip. She looked like a Goddess of vengeance as she sensuously approached Gloria, twitching the whip in her hand.
She reached out with a strange smile and caressed Gloria's thighs with the butt of the whip.
Gloria looked at Carl. There was a taut smile on his face, too, and the librarian suddenly had the sickening feeling that she'd fallen into a trap.
"I… I think I ought to leave now," she said in a trembling voice. "I've got to run, really."
"You'll run, honey," Lisa told her in her husky voice. "You'll run up the wall by the time we finish with you. By the time we finish with you, you'll be giving blowjobs to women in ladies' rooms. You'll learn just how far you can go too. So you want to know all about whips, do you?"
The sultry, dark-haired beauty stepped closer, rubbing Gloria's ripely curved ass in her fingers.
"I'll teach you everything, honey. All you've ever wanted to know about pain and pleasure. I know, because I've been through it all. Haven't I, Carl?"
He nodded, finishing his drink and putting it aside.
"If we had a dollar for every hot cunt Lisa has primed in the ladies' rooms of bars and hotels, we could retire tomorrow," Carl said. "Games are the essence of life, you see."
He talked casually as he began to undress. Gloria listened as though hypnotized, feeling utterly weak and helpless. She began to realize for the first time how completely naive she was sexually. They weren't sweet, innocent boys and girls. They were professional swingers – the hard, big city brand, smooth and persuasive in their approach, and savage as hell on their home ground.
"When I first met Lisa seven years ago, she was a very sweet young thing," Carl said, slipping off his pants and shorts. His prick loomed out gigantically, crimson and rock hard. It quivered with lustful power.
He signaled his wife with a nod. Lisa began to undress Gloria with crisp, practiced movements. The brunette's knees shook, but she was too paralyzed with fear to resist.
"After three months I turned her on to the ecstasies of pain," Carl said. "Now she turns other people an, for a handsome profit, of course. You'd be surprised at her clientele, almost as many men as women. But even Lisa needs a little recreation now and then, and you're just her type, Gloria. Big hot tits and a lovely ripe ass, brimming with country health."
"It's the society bitches I hate," Lisa said with abrupt viciousness. "I force them to lick my toes while I whip their pampered asses. Then after they eat me and suck my asshole, I fuck them half to death."
Gloria was completely naked, shivering.
"You… you fuck them? How?" she whispered curiously.
Lisa grinned.
"You'll see," she promised.
She squeezed Gloria's creamy asscheeks.
"God, I love your hot ass, lady. Those society bitches are all either skinny as a rail or dumpy like a sack of potatoes. How about the memory game to start with?" she asked her husband.
Carl nodded and went over to the sofa, slumping back on it with his legs spread. His dark hairy balls seemed monstrous beneath his long rod.
Lisa nudged the trembling librarian toward her husband, using the butt of the whip to prod her.
"On your knees between his legs," she said in a harsh voice. "And pay very careful attention to what he says."
Dazed, Gloria crouched on her knees before his looming red prick. She could feel Lisa's sultry, menacing presence behind her. She gasped as the dark-baked swinger gently teased her helpless ass with the whip thongs, tailing them over her satiny flesh in an ominous caress.
"The memory game works as follows," Carl said. "Listen and concentrate: when I say suck, you don't suck my cock, you lick my balls instead. When I say lick, you don't lick but suck my prick fast and furiously. When I call bite, you do not bite, but you grasp only the knob of my cock in your lips and whirl your tongue around it. When I say kiss, you tease my cock with your teeth, but very carefully. And when I say stop, you do not stop, Gloria, but you whip your mouth up-and-down and side-to-side on my cock as though your life depended on it."
He paused to glance at his watch.
"You have precisely seven minutes to make me come. Needless to say, you'd better give one hell of a blowjob. And I ought to warn you I've been sucked off by the best, Lisa included, and it usually takes her almost ten minutes to get my rocks off. Put your palms on the floor, so that you're on all fours."
"Like a doggie," Lisa chuckled behind her. "You can't use your hands to help either, honey. Ready?"
"No, wait!" Gloria cried, shaking with panic. "What happens if I get a command wrong? Or if you don't come in seven minutes?"
Her reply was a shattering lash of the whip on her naked ass. A sharp scream tore from Gloria's throat. The pain blazed intensely on her bare asscheeks. She fought to catch her breath.
"You'll learn to love it, honey," Lisa said behind her. "And you'll learn to dish it out, too. Ready now?"
"One minute," Gloria begged tearfully. "Just let me think for one minute. It's so hard to remember all that."
"Hell, there are only five words," the sexy swinger said with contempt. "Sometimes we play this game with ten code words. And if he doesn't come in seven minutes, you get the lash every ten seconds thereafter, like clockwork."
"Lisa loves to whip beautiful asses," Carl said, studying his watch. "It excites the hell out of her. Among other things. Right, Lisa?"
"Damned right," his wife said, her eyes blazing lewdly on Gloria's ripe naked cheeks. The whipping turned the creamy mounds into a glowing crimson that really aroused her. Lisa sank her teeth into the hot soft flesh of Gloria in lustful animal bites.
In the back of the sultry, hot-eyed swinger's mind was a distant memory of being sweet and innocent once. That was only seven years ago, but now it seemed like a million. Too many strange kicks and bizarre clients had shattered that memory, and now the only way she could have that elusive climax rippling through her jaded cunt was through pure teasing cruelty.
"Time," Carl announced. "You have five seconds to respond to each signal. If you make the wrong move, the whip comes down. If you hesitate longer than five seconds, you get the whip. Remember to keep your palms on the floor. Bite!"
Gloria hesitated, her tits panting furiously with fear, her mind struggling to get the signal right. She felt Lisa rustling impatiently behind her and a sob tore from the helpless brunette's throat. She could feel the whip being raised in a high arc behind her… and then she remembered.
Urgently, she grasped the hot purple knob of Carl's meat in her lips and whirled her tongue rapidly around it. Her ass quivered with tension.
"Very good," he told her encouragingly. "Excellent, I like your hot mouth, Gloria. Mmmmmmm, suck!"
Without thinking, the anxious librarian began to suck his cockrod in long strokes of her mouth. Her reward was almost instantaneous. A low agonized scream escaped her as the leather thongs raked across her naked ass in a fury.
Her mind whirled frantically. Suck meant bite, didn't it? Or did it mean lick? Yes, lick! Sobbing, Gloria nuzzled her mouth beneath his burning meat and licked eagerly at his balls, her helpless buttocks on fire with white-hot pain. God, that sexy bitch behind her was vicious! But it was tremendously exciting.
"You're doing very well," Carl told her, his balls hotly tingling from her eager tongue. Actually, his wife could give him the most torrid blowjob in existence, but like Lisa, he had to have variety to climax.
And the only way he could get his rocks off any more was to watch his sensuous, dark-eyed young wife rule over other sexy women while he ravaged their mouths and pussies and assholes. With her silky bare tits heaving excitedly and her long slender legs clad in misty black nylons and boots, Lisa looked like a wild-eyed angel of vengeance, giving out punishment with fierce, obscene relish.
"Kiss!" he commanded.
The brunette hesitated, sobbing, her huge creamy tits trembling with alarm. At the very last second she remembered the correct response, and feverishly Gloria clutched his searing cockmeat in her mouth and slowly sucked, ripping her teeth gently across his rod.
"Damn," Lisa murmured, lowering the whip with frustration. Gloria's naked ass was a bright pink now, but far from the lustful red hue the swinger loved to inflict. Lisa soothed herself. Tonight she had an appointment with a stockbroker's wife. The variation they played consisted of having her eat Lisa's cunt while Lisa called out a confusing array of words. The broker's wife hardly ever got any of the codes, and her big hot ass was always a flaming crimson when they finished. Then Carl would rape the housewife's tortured anus until she fainted from agony. But this one, blowing her husband with delighted whimpers, really turned Lisa on. If she could eat pussy with half the enthusiasm and, fear she was showing with Carl's cock, the swinger was in for a wild time.
"Okay," Carl said casually. "Stop."
With a sigh of relief, Gloria raised her head. It was over with, thank God! Grinning behind her, Lisa raised the whip and tore it across Gloria's ripe ass with depraved passion.
"Aaaaaagh!" shrieked the shuddering librarian. "Why… why?"
The whip stung again, and moaning and trembling on all fours, Gloria's mind flashed on the signal. Frantically, ac seized Carl's bristling prick in her mouth and began to whip her head up-and-down, then from side-to-side. Her naked buttocks were blazing with torment and she sucked fiercely, praying he would come soon.
But just beneath the shattering pain ripping across her naked, helpless asscheeks, the tortured brunette felt a faint ripple of eerie ecstasy. My God, she thought, I'm beginning to enjoy it! She couldn't see her punisher behind her, but the vivid image of Lisa whirled in her mind, sensuous, burning-eyed, and reeking with sex and domination.
"Bite!" Carl ordered.
Without hesitation, Gloria clutched his giant cockknob in her lips and swirled her tongue furiously around. She was getting tremendously excited now, beginning to love the challenge of the game. If she didn't lose her head, she had every code ward memorized by now. But how much time did she have left, to make him come?
"Excellent," Carl told her, feeling the knot of his climax building up rapidly beneath her frenzied lips and tongue. He glanced at his watch. She had almost four minutes to go. Lisa's face was contorted with lust and frustration. It was dirty-trick time. After all, he had to keep his wife happy, too. She was his bread and butter.
"Eat!" he commanded.
Gloria froze in panic. Damn, what did eat signify? Kiss, suck, bite, lap his balls? She sobbed, unable to remember.
And, with a broad grin of obscene triumph, the sultry swinger lashed out furiously with her whip, panting as Gloria's pink buttocks turned flaming red. Three times she tore the whip down, then paused, feeling her cunt tickle hotly.
"Eeeeee!" the brunette wailed. "God, killing me, no, please!"
"That was a false alarm," Carl told her casually. "Just to keep you on your toes, honey. Now lick!"
It took four seconds of Gloria's dazed mind to register the code. Just as the whip rose high again, she started to suck his thick cock meat in a frenzy of lust, using her hot mouth in tight, juicy strokes. She wanted him with all her might to explode his jism deep in her throat.
The commands came faster now, but Gloria's alert mind responded instantly. As the blazing glow in her lush, tortured ass spread through her loins, and as his huge prick hardened and swelled in her eager mouth, the passionate brunette felt the beginning of a strange, molten orgasm shudder through her hotly soaked cunt.
Deliberately, she missed the next command.
When the bolt of pain tore through her trembling ass, she quickly realized why. She began to crave the punishment, confusing it with the thrilling mass of Carl's long rod in her mouth and the mad, lustful tingle in her cunt.
The naked, helpless librarian could no longer distinguish between pain and ecstasy. Fiery waves of lewd bliss shattered at the same time through her mouth, her dripping cunt, end her ravaged asscheeks as she sucked Carl off with deep whimpers of excitement.
The strange sex game was a form of obedience training, as though she were a dog on all fours, and she was learning to love the weak, helpless sensation of being someone else's sex slave.
Carl glanced at his watch, the boiling knot in his loins was beginning to burst beneath liar juicy, feverish mouth. Thirty seconds to go. Another dirty trick? He looked at his wife, but Lisa's smoldering eyes were riveted to Gloria's crimson ass, and he knew she was primed for her own violent orgasms. Her small white tits were heaving rapidly, and she was licking her ripe lips with impatience.
"Suck, lick, bite! Ten seconds apiece!" he snapped out.
Without missing a stroke of her frantic hot lips and tongue, Gloria executed each signal with precision. She issued a long, low moan of relief and lust as his boiling cream began to spurt in her mouth, flooding her aching throat.
"Ahhhh, shit, that's a good blowjob!" Carl gasped as the ravenous brunette drained his molten juice with a furious suction. "Damn… ungh! Damn good, lady! Wheeeww, you are a natural born cocksucker. Your mouth is all fire and greed, very good."
When the last trickle of his come seeped into her mouth, Gloria collapsed with her head in her arms, sobbing and shaking. Lisa flung the whip aside and crouched behind their trembling victim. She clutched Gloria's burning ripe ass in her fingers and gently sucked and bit the silky flesh, loving the soft heat in her mouth. Then the panting swinger lasciviously flicked out her long tongue and ran it along the crevice of Gloria's blazing ass. She felt an eerie thrill in her lips and tongue.
Still slumped on the sofa with his long wet cock dangling, Carl watched his wife arouse herself to a feverish pitch. Strange girl, Lisa, but after all, he'd made her that way.
He'd purposely turned a lovely, innocent young girl into a depraved, insatiable swinger, a passionately hungry switch-hitter who kept them living in luxury. He got his own kicks in the bargain, watching her torture and brutally tease and fuck a steady stream of respectable housewives and society bitches – including a famous Hollywood actress who was a sex-symbol for every red-blooded American male – all for a handsome profit. He frequently joined in the games too.
Carl had never taken a course in psychology, but he knew human nature with, a sharp, accurate cunning. He'd spotted the stacked brunette in the kinky shop, gauged her to be about thirty, and just discovering sex. It was Carl's solid conviction that any woman could be turned into a switch-hitter with the proper come-on and training.
He'd cultivated a very successful technique for building up Lisa's clientele. Usually, he'd pick the woman up, guess her weaknesses, and after working on her for a while, turn her over to Lisa, who would quickly hook her on her violent brand of sex. With Lisa's strikingly sexy looks, it was a surprisingly easy process. Depending on the victim, Carl would either seduce her gently over a period of time before switching her to Lisa, or, like the hot, statuesque brunette now whimpering happily on the floor as Lisa soothingly licked her asshole, he would decide she could be taken in one savage session.
Guilt was the secret. He could spot guilt reeking in a girl or a woman from fifty yards away. He could see the furtive look of guilt and shame on Gloria's face when she'd bought the whip, and he worked on it cleverly. Because wherever there was guilt, there was a powerful need for punishment and humiliation. A lot of the high-society bitches had that secret look beneath their frosty expressions, and they had the money to pay for their torment.
The first session was usually free, but they always come back for more, and that's when they began charging whatever the traffic would bear. The minimum was usually a hundred a session. The actress paid four hundred for two sessions a month, just for the privilege of having Lisa furiously whip her hash ass before forcing her to lick every inch of her satiny, slender body and then devour Lisa's juicy cunt like a starved animal. Lisa had used the priming, urgent blowjob trick in the ladies' room of a Beverly Hills bar to pick up the actress. She got her so hot she was in tears when they left.
"Every time that bitch eats my cunt, I end up feeling like raw hamburger," Lisa would complain afterwards. "She just can't get enough of my cunt."
For a while they debated whether to film the actress going through her violent routine with Lisa through a one-way mirror, and then blackmailing her with the obscene pictures. But Carl rejected the idea. Once the word got around, and it wouldn't take long in Hollywood, they would lose their steady customers overnight. Lisa stood up now, her wild dark eyes burning with eagerness for the next step in the game. She began to strip her panties, nylons and boats. They would use the floor instead of the bed so they wouldn't have to change sheets for the broker's wife tonight.
The male customers Carl left strictly up to Lisa, who also had a sharp instinct for guilt.
Carl felt his cock rise again as he watched the voluptuous brunette, still twitching her pink ass and whimpering on the carpet. This one was solely for kicks, mainly for Lisa who loved big-breasted, ripe-used women in their prime. Especially with creamy smooth skin.
Stark naked now, his wife came over to him and jerked his long cock meat expertly in her fist, bringing it to its full engorged length in less than a minute.
"I'll start in on her," Lisa told him. "Fuck her straight, though, honey. Save her luscious asshole for me."
"Heaven help her," Carl murmured. His sex-crazed wife definitely had an anal fixation, which he'd also cultivated in her through careful training. You had to have an anal fixation in this business, where women were concerned. After all, you couldn't punish them properly unless you enjoyed your work, and Lisa loved her work, in spite of her bitching.
He watched Lisa lay back on the carpet above Gloria's head. She leaned on her elbows and inched forward so that her pink, dripping cunt was close to Gloria's face. The brunette was huddled with her head in her arms, still crying softly. Her knees were folded under her so that her luscious ass hovered out. Lisa drew up her knees, and whispered to Gloria in a sultry tone.
"Look up, honey," she urged.
Gloria raised her head, seeing the swinger's softly sucking pussylips only inches from her mouth. Her dark cunt hairs were moist with excitement. Lisa pound her eager cunt in slow, sinuous circles before the brunette's parted lips in a lewd, irresistibly tempting dance.
"Beautiful mouth," Lisa whispered, "lovely lips. Eat it slow and hot and dreamy, Gloria. Mmmmmmm, hot, juicy cunt for you, darling. A luscious feast just for you, baby. All that hot honey pouring in your mouth, slippery, delicious honey, kiss it, suck it, eat it, Gloria, you'll love it!"
Carl grinned as he watched. Lisa could light a fire in any woman and turn it into a roaring blaze in seconds, using her sensuous little pussy dance and her throaty whispers. The brunette was licking her lips hungrily now, crouching forward and cupping Lisa's asscheeks in her hands. She rammed her tongue into the swingers boiling cunt, lapping with excited greed. Lisa's perfumed pussy was tremendously hot and squirmed lustfully beneath her mouth.
"Ooooooh, easy, baby," Lisa crooned, "not so fast or hard! Ahhhhh, that's better, long, slow licks, ummmmm, yessss! Nibble on Lisa's clit now, yes! Oh, I'd love to have you blow me all night, darling, you're such a beautiful cunt-lapper. Now put your darling tongue deep in my asshole, Gloria, oh wonderful! Oh, you're fantastic!"
Grinning with amusement and pride, Carl watched his sensuous wife lead the panting brunette on. Any time Lisa wanted to hook a girl or a woman, she would whip the hell out of them first. She would love their tortured asses with her cunning lips and tongue, and then heat them up explosively by lavishing praise on them, as obscene as possible. Then she fucked their hungry mouths. And then the shattering finale… pain, torture, pleasure, ecstasy and more pain. It was an old routine, and they were both experts at it. Jaded as he was, Carl couldn't resist a fierce depraved excitement while he watched his hot, sexy young wife dig her heels into Gloria's naked shoulders and thrash her cunt slit in slow, lewd fucking motions against the brunette's moaning lips.
"Ah, your loving tongue!" Lisa purred. "Your juicy mouth, lover, it's enough to drive me crazy! Oooooo, you sweet pussy-eating angel, ooooo! Oh suck deeper, Sweetheart!"
His huge prick throbbing with power and urgency now, Carl knelt behind Gloria's lush ass, gripping the pink cheek firmly in his hands. He eased the swollen knob of his cock into her succulent cunt. If she was thirty, she sure as hell hadn't stretched her tight, burning cunt through overuse. Gloria wriggled her cunt slit happily on his big shaft as Carl began to fuck her with powerful steady strokes. All the while he watched his wife's slender white body heave and jerk with soaring lust as Gloria devoured her cunt voraciously. Christ, he realized, the hot brunette was really wild pussy! Tight, fiery and juicy as she slid back and forth to meet his brutal lunge, clasping his prick firmly in her silken walls.
"Oh shit, I'm coming, Gloria!" moaned Lisa, locking her damp thighs to Gloria's face and swinging her ass furiously. "Oh you loving bitch, you beautiful cunt sucker, unnnnngh! Give me more of your hot tongue! Yesssss, Sweetheart, yes!"
Now Carl began to fuck Gloria to a savage rhythm, trying to jam his mammoth cockrod in to the very hilt. He couldn't be certain whether his swinging wife was putting on an act or was really that madly aroused as she tugged frantically at Gloria's long hair and moaned furiously. Either she was trying to hook the lush brunette as a steady customer, or she was actually getting her rocks off because Gloria was her favorite type – big and busty and passionate.
It had to be sheer kicks, he decided, groaning as Gloria squirmed her ass feverishly against his crotch, and his long meat battered her with relentless fucking power. He seriously doubted if the ripe brunette had the money to pay for steady sessions. But, hell, with the proper training and the right clothes, she could set up shop far herself. Her mouth and pussy were certainly hot and eager enough.
The thought occurred to Carl as he pumped his huge prick fiercely into Gloria's shuddering cunt that he'd love to have to have her work for him along with Lisa and double the profits. But he'd tried that before, and there was a fatal hitch. Lisa wouldn't stand for it. To her twisted way of thinking, it was perfectly all right for him to screw any girl or woman in the world, as long as they both shared her. But when it came down to pure business, Lisa had to be number one – the bitch-Goddess with the only whip. And she might be sex-crazed, insatiable and jealous in her bizarre way, but the beautiful swinger was still his wife and his hottest piece of action.
"Good cunt!" Carl gasped when Gloria shuddered her burning pussy madly up and down and then in wide circles to thrill his cock. "Work it, honey, work it! Ummmmmm! Terrific fuck, baby, hot and wild!"
The librarian was delirious with lust now, her blazing cunt slit filled with an enormous hot cock and her lips and tongue crushed to a sweet, gushing, feverishly sucking cunt. She felt a deep thrill of pride at their vulgar praise. These weren't teenage innocents, but wild, experienced swingers. They loved her sex skill and wanton fury.
She felt Lisa's slurp nails clawing her back, and Gloria renewed her lewd sucking and kissing and fucking with fierce inspiration.
Carl dug his fingers harshly into Gloria's feverishly jerking ass, holding his breath as her frenzied hot cunt began to suck his load with urgent desire. He battered her relentlessly, gritting his teeth as his jizm burst, stinging her cunt slit in violent spurts.
"Damn, that's a wild fuck! Ummmm, swing it, milk it, honey, aaaaaah… mmmmmmm! Shit, that was good!"
Like plugging your dick into an electric socket, Carl thought with a long sigh as he climbed off the madly moaning brunette. Lisa was still coming, crushing Gloria's mouth to her cunt as she rolled her over on her back, so that she sat on Gloria's face, swinging her pussy furiously to Gloria's mouth. The brunette moaned loudly in her throat, her hands groping everywhere, squeezing Lisa's heaving damp tits, nabbing her ass in a frenzy. Her face was smeared with gushing cunt-juice.
A minute later, Lisa stood up, panting and wild-eyed.
"Jesus, can she eat it!" the swinger exclaimed. "Honey," she told Gloria, "you act like you haven't had it for about ten years, and you're just making up for lost time. Man, what a hot, beautiful animal!"
Glassy-eyed and dazed with the sudden onslaught of flesh and thrills, Gloria could only heave and moan. After a few minutes, she sat up, trembling.
"I've got to get going," she said weakly. "I've got to get home."
Lisa handed her a martini.
"Rest up a while longer, Sweetheart," she said. "Drink this, and you'll feel better. I've got a going away present for you, Gloria. You'll love it."
"No more whipping!" the brunette said firmly. "My ass is raw already. And no dirty tricks!"
Lisa smiled at her in a mocking, sultry way, stroking one of Gloria's perspiring tits.
"No more whipping, honey. But you'll learn to love it eventually, and then you'll get the chances to start dishing it out. You'll see."
Sipping her martini, Gloria wondered if she could trust the wild, unpredictable swinger one more time. The three of them sat around, naked, chatting for a few minutes. Lisa related some of her more bizarre experiences and quirks of her steady customers. An idea sparked in the back of Gloria's mind, a strange, exciting idea. She began to question the couple casually, using psychology, pretending awe and admiration as she asked.
How did they go about meeting their lady customers? Were they all pickups? Which hotels and bars offered the best prospects? How could they tell switch-hitters from straight girls and women?
"Hell, you can't all the time," Carl told her proudly. "The trick is to convert them, turn them on to the whip, usually by degrees. Sometimes all at once."
He grinned.
"Like you."
"You mean I look like I'm hot for women, as well as men?" Gloria asked innocently.
"Not at all," Lisa chuckled, sitting beside Gloria on the carpet and caressing her damp thighs.
"It's mostly a matter of observation at first, watching facial expressions, looking for that hidden signal of sex frustration. Then after a while it becomes instinct. Instinct and sheer nerve, because you'll miss once in awhile, but you can't let it shake your confidence."
"She's picking up on our modus operandi," Carl told Lisa with a grin. "Smart bitch. Tell you what, Gloria. We both dig you, strictly for pleasure. You couldn't afford our services anyway. Let's just say you're good therapy for Lisa."
"How much do you usually charge?" Gloria asked quickly.
When he told her, Gloria's eyes widened.
"In your case, it's all free, of course," Carl told her. "But we'd like to see you again, honey. How about dropping in for a session now and then, like every week or so?"
Lisa snaked her tongue in Gloria ear and stroked her swollen, creamy tits.
"And bring your girlfriend, too," she added softly. "I'll bet she's an angel."
Gloria's face flushed.
"How did you know I had a girlfriend?" she asked curiously.
Laughing, Lisa's eyes smoldered hungrily on her. "That's easy. One, you bought a whip. You're definitely not the type to use it on a man, although you obviously dig having it used on you. My guess was you're out to train a girl, probably young and cute. When I pulled up your skirt in the ladies' room of that bar, you looked like you were about to faint with sheer happiness. Now, any woman who would let a woman eat her pussy in a toilet cubicle under those risky circumstances is either crazy or she's been eaten out by a girl before, and she loves it. I don't think you're that crazy, although you're wild enough when you get heated."
"When…?"
"And," Carl interjected, "you started burrowing your mouth into Lisa's cunt, you looked like a starved tigress who just escaped from a zoo. You've done it before, and it shows, baby."
"You're like me, darling," the naked sexy swinger beside her whispered, softly squeezing Gloria's lush tits. "You dig them both, cocks and pussies. And heavy surprises, too, right?"
Gloria finished her drink, still not satisfied with their answers. Her mind coolly absorbed and sorted out all their information.
"I'll make a deal with you," she told them. "Give me a straight, simple answer and I'll come back to see you. Just tell me this. What do you look for in men and women when you're out hunting customers?"
"Thinking of going into business for yourself?" Carl asked softly. If only Lisa weren't so Goddamned jealous and such a prima donna bitch-Goddess he thought. It showed in her dangerous eyes now. The brunette was for pleasure only, not business.
"Just curious about sex," Gloria replied. "That's all."
"Bullshit!" Lisa snorted. "But it's okay, honey. There's more than enough business around for all of us. Just don't work our territory, dig? Tell her, Carl."
"Then are only two things to watch for," Carl said, as if lecturing a classroom of eager students. "In men, look for hunger. The eyes are the giveaway, direct stares or sideways glances. In women, watch for guilt. Unless they think they're Wonder Woman, women won't look at you with hunger. Remember, if they reek with guilt, they're searching for punishment. Give it to them along with a few hot thrills and you've got them hook, line and sinker."
Gloria nodded eagerly. Now she understood, and this was practical street knowledge, not idiotic book theory.
"And always dress like a lady in public and like a whore at home," Lisa added. "Never eat a customer's cunt until you've forced her to eat yours first, except for some fast, hot teasing; like the ladies' room. That's simple priming. Always get the upper hand with a woman at once. From the very start, refuse to take any shit from her or you'll have trouble later on. Most of my customers are absolute bitches at home, but they're timid little puppies around me. Most of them are spoiled brats who never got spanked enough when they were kids, so they come to me for delayed obedience training. And they pay for it handsomely."
Lisa paused to finish her martini, while the woman listened in utter fascination. This was a priceless education she'd never find in a thousand books.
"With young girls, reverse the process," Lisa resumed, rubbing her palm lasciviously over Gloria's soaked cunt, making her shiver with excitement.
"Sweetness, affection, sympathy at first, then when they're trapped. Dominate them completely. Finger fuck them for breakfast, eat them for lunch, and fuck them for dinner. They'll love you forever, and they'll get other girls for you."
"Once you've got them hooked, whip the hell out of their darling asses occasionally to keep them in line. If they ever get sulky or petulant when you give them an order, get your lash out and give it to them at once, without a single word of argument. Then fuck them until they scream for mercy. Then send them out for male customers."
"What do you mean, fuck them?" Gloria asked, intensely curious. "Masturbate them!"
Lisa laughed, squeezing her palm hard against Gloria's throbbing cunt.
"You'll see, darling," Lisa said. "You'll see. And with men, always start out with a hot blowjob. Always tell them they have beautiful big cocks, even if it's the size of your little finger. When they fuck you, act as though you're dying of pure happiness, as if you can't stop coming, even if they bore you to sleep. That's how they keep coming back steady. Of course, a lot of men will get you off and you won't have to put on an act. For those men that like the whip, well, they'll ask you for it without bashfulness, believe me. Now, are you ready for one last fling, darling?"
Something in the back of Gloria's mind again warned her not to trust the strange swingers, but they'd told her everything she needed to know. Fair was fair, wasn't it?
"All right," the librarian nodded, her cunt seeping hotly from Lisa's caressing fingers.
Lisa got up and walked into the bedroom for a minute.
"You know, I could really love shoving it to you one more time," Carl told her from the sofa, "but I've got to save my energy for tonight. Our hot broker's wife loves it both ways, especially in her fat ass."
"You've already had me twice," Gloria said, staring at his long, limp cockrod with hunger. "But I wouldn't mind one more spree."
"Business first," Carl said, grinning. "Make it a freebie."
Lisa came out of the bedroom, still naked, but holding a gigantic dildo in her hand, attached to a harness. Gloria stared at the mammoth curved prick. She was both frightened and excited. Its length was covered with hundreds of tiny, pimple-like mounds. The knob was enormous. Lisa spoke as she strapped the harness on, buckling it around her waist and beneath her silken crotch until it loomed out stiff and menacing.
"It never seemed fair to me that men get to do all the ramming while we women have to be on the receiving end of their hot cocks," Lisa said. "I guess that's what you call a penis-envy complex."
Her eyes blazed as she stood over Gloria, who sat shivering on the carpet.
Reaching beneath the dildo, Lisa flicked a switch and the battery-operated monster quivered and hummed. Then the swinger knelt before Gloria and gently pushed her back onto the carpet. She climbed on top of the brunette, her face feverish with lust. Not inserting the colossal humming prick yet, she rubbed her hot tits lustfully to Gloria's and whispered in her ear.
"When I see a gorgeous hunk of pussy like you, I want to do everything to her, honey… suck her, whip her, finger fuck her, lick her tender asshole, nibble on her luscious tits. But above all, I want to fuck her – like this!"
"Uuuuuuuung!" Gloria screamed, shocked by the mast violent thrill of her life as Lisa suddenly plunged three thick inches of the huge, quivering cock inside her stinging cunt.
"Oh my… oh my God! Oh Jesus, ooooooo! I can't stand it, no, eeeeee!"
For a few teetering moments, the librarian almost fainted from the savage delight ripping through her helpless cunt. The tiny mounds vibrated fiercely against her sensitive wails, sparking hundreds of different thrills at once. With low screams of joy, Gloria raised her legs and lacked them tightly around Lisa's waist. She clawed the swinger's hot asscheeks desperately, unable to catch her breath. She hung in a hurtling, roller-coaster ride of excitement.
"Feels great, doesn't it?" Lisa panted, squeezing Gloria's ripe ass in her fingers. "Drive you crazy, get you off like a volcano, fuck your hot cunt until you faint! Ah, your big tits and ass drive me crazy, Gloria!"
Feverishly, the madly thrilled brunette began to bite Lisa on her lips in an animal frenzy. The bolts of pain tearing through her engorged cunt were feeble echoes compared to the incredible sensations the humming mounds were giving her. With each driving thrust from Lisa, a delirious moan issued from Gloria's throat. Their soft sweating bellies slapped loudly together as the torrid swinger hunched her mouth down to Gloria's heaving tits. She sucked on one tit hungrily, licking and biting the fat nipple, lewdly rubbing the hot flesh in her fingers.
"Can't stand it, Lisa! Ooooooo, Christ, too good! Too fucking wild! Unnnnnngh! Going insane! Fuck me, fuck me, rape me, want every inch! Aaaaaaargh!"
Now Lisa's hips swung more furiously, plunging the giant cock deep in Gloria's tight cunt slit with brutal strokes. She used the thrilling dildo only on girls she really liked, and occasionally on a client to inspire a bigger fee. But Lisa also used the monstrous prick on bitches she detested, but with a violent twist when they reached the verge on an orgasm.
With a final fierce suck of the brunettes creamy tits, Lisa brought her mouth back up to passionately French Gloria. She was gasping and crying and shaking her head wildly from side-to-side, trying to vent her intense lust.
On the sofa, Carl's cock involuntarily stiffened at the sight of his young naked wife madly fucking her sexy partner. A shame he had to save his energy for tonight. He always got a special charge watching Lisa's slender body crush and rub and grind against a voluptuously stacked victim like the lushly curved pickup. And Gloria was a victim, although she didn't know it. The two gasping, moaning women thrashed and heaved frantically on the carpet, locked in a depraved orgy of bliss.
The trouble with his insatiable wife, Carl decided as he sipped a fresh martini, was that she'd had so many bizarre kicks she couldn't overcome a vicious steak of cruelty, even with girls and women she really craved.
Both their silken bodies were drenched with perspiration now. Lisa fucked Gloria with savage delight while the brunette's ass swung in a frantic rhythm to cram more of the huge dildo inside her.
"Coming again!" Gloria shrieked, pummeling Lisa's soft white ass in a fury. "Oooooo, Lisa, can't – ungh! – can't take any more! Eeeeeee! Fucking me to death!"
"You love it," Lisa moaned, her own cunt beginning to explode with an orgasm as she watched Gloria's face contort with unbearable passion.
"You're all hot juicy cunt and tits and beautiful ass, honey… aaaaaah! And I've got something – mmmmmmmm! – special for you!"
Abruptly, the swinger jerked out the humming dildo.
"No!" Gloria screamed, groping desperately for the mammoth cock. "Don't stop, for God's sake. I'm still coming!"
Lisa's eyes blazed as she slid the giant, vibrating knob toward her asshole, searching for it with a fingertip. She placed the head of the monstrous cock squarely against Gloria's tiny anus.
Then she slammed it forward with all her strength.
For a few long seconds, Gloria's soaked body raised off the carpet in a high arc, carrying her beautiful rapist with her. Her lips moved speechlessly and her eyes widened with pure shock. Then, mercifully, she fainted.
She woke moments later to the most agonizing, ripping pain she'd ever felt. Lisa had crammed the humming prick deep into her tender asshole and now plunged it in and out to a vicious tempo, her face a mask of diabolical lust.
"You'll learn to love this, too," Lisa panted in her ear, clutching Gloria's trembling hot ass in her fingers. "Even this, darling. Feels like your juicy butt is torn in two, doesn't it? Like all the torture in the world packed up your sweet little asshole? Lisa knows, because she's been through it all and she wants to share it with you."
Shuddering furiously from head to toe, Gloria fought for breath. The massive, searing anguish in her bowels felt like a hot battering ram. She tried to faint again and failed.
"Unnnnnh… K-killing me! No, God. Please, Lisa! T-take it out… aaaaargh! Do anything, anything, be your slave! Only… Lord take it out! Eeeeeeee!"
"I can't do that, honey," Lisa purred, kissing her tenderly on the throat as she fucked her brutally in her asshole. On the sofa, Carl shook his head with sad amusement. This was Lisa's favorite ritual. It wasn't enough to ravage her suffering victim with the spiked monster, she had to tease and torment them with words and promises too.
"Would you pick up little girls in the bus station and suck them off in the toilet stalls if I took it out?" Lisa asked, panting with triumph.
"Yes, God you… ooof! Only take it out of my assssss!"
"That's how I got started, you know," Lisa whispered, snaking her tongue in Gloria's ear, relentlessly battering the helpless brunette's quivering asshole.
"Carl said I had to start at the bottom and work my way up. Experience, you know. Then he picked up a switch-hitter one day and had her rape me in the asshole, so I'd know what it was, like. Would you go out on the street and hustle blowjobs with strange men for ten dollars? Just for the experience and the humility?"
"Unnnng! Any… anything honest, dear God, make her stop, my asshole… burning up! No, no, no!"
"You mean yes," Lisa taunted, adding a special fury to her next thrust, so that Gloria shook insanely and sank her teeth in a frenzy in the swinger's shoulder.
"Oh, I like that," Lisa grinned. "Bite harder, honey, draw blood if you want. Pretty soon the fire in your darling asshole will spread to your pussy and your tits, and you'll be grateful to Lisa, just for the experience. Would you fuck a stray dog off the streets if I took it out?"
This time Gloria bit her lips frantically and refused to answer. The bitch was crazy, stark raving mad! Gloria sank her fingernails fiercely into Lisa's silky ass, trying to return the pain, but it only excited the lust-maddened swinger more and she fucked Gloria's ravaged asshole even harder.
Carl saw blood on the dildo, opened his mouth to tell his wife to ease up, but then shut it again. Hell, he'd trained her to do this himself, hadn't he? Society bitches and rich housewives sought the ultimate in punishment. Gloria would probably never come back after this violent rape, but that was part of the game. There were plenty of luscious victims walking the streets and sitting in bars. Only this one had real tire and promise. She was an overripe knockout with an eager, juicy cunt and a penchant for games.
But still he was bothered. If Lisa was this vicious and unpredictable at sex at twenty-five, what would she be like at thirty? He sighed, sipping his drink. Another year or two and his beautiful swinging wife would be burned out, so jaded with bizarre thrills he'd have to get rid of her, and find a replacement, and train a new young innocent all over again.
The trouble was he'd turned Lisa on so thoroughly when he met her, he couldn't find the off switch. Over training, that was the problem, he thought. Next time he'd be more careful.
But as he watched, he realized the softly screaming brunette was beginning to respond almost eagerly to the savage pain in her ripe ass now. It was the inevitable turning point. The wild, delirious look on her face changed to a sort of lust-maddened enjoyment, and her low screams were becoming profound moans of obscene excitement.
"Feel it turn now?" Lisa whispered in Gloria's ear, still stroking the humming monster with violence in her anus. "Feel the terrible fire spread now, honey? Not so bad, is it? The awful burning in your bowels is getting you really hot, isn't it? Any minute now you're going to start getting your rooks off in a brand-new way, you're going to boil over with excitement, you're going to love Lisa for fucking you in your gorgeous ass, aren't you?"
The passionate swinger had never gone beyond high school, bit she'd learned her sex psychology on the harsh streets, and she knew the power of suggestion could be devastating in the heat of lust.
"Y… yes, getting – ooooo! – getting better, lots better… aaaagh!" gasped Gloria. It was true. The searing spiked mass in her asshole ripped its strange fire deep into her loins, spreading out to every inch of her tingling shuddering flesh. She began to climax in an eerie new way. It was a shattering pain-orgasm so intense she kissed Lisa with unashamed lust, moaning deep in her throat.
"Like… oooof… like being fucked in the ass!" she gasped, tears stinging her eyes. "Oooo, it's getting much better! Suck my tits, stick your thumb up my curt, hurry! Gonna come! Oh Lisa you bitch, I love it!"
Grinning with triumph, Lisa crammed her thumb up Gloria's frenzied cunt and sucked fiercely on one of her swollen tits, feeling the brunette quiver insanely as she erupted. No matter how naive Gloria seemed at first, Lisa knew a sister under the skin when she saw one. In a year or two, maybe less, there would be another Lisa out on the streets, another prize pupil, and she would be Lisa's proud conquest, no one else's.
Then Gloria would turn another girl on with torture and ecstasy, and it would start an endless chain of Lisa's, and the thought filled the obsessed swinger with happiness and pride. Her eyes filled with tears as she fucked the brunette's luscious ass in a fever of joy.
Five minutes later, Lisa slipped out the bloody, massive cock and rolled over on her back, exhausted. Gloria continued to sob and tremble and moan incoherently. Tenderly, Lisa moved her mouth down to Gloria's asshole and licked her wounds. After a few minutes, the brunette managed to down, a martini, and slowly dressed.
"It'll be painful to walk and sit for a little while, but you'll be okay in a day or two," Lisa assured her. "You will come back and see us, won't you, honey?"
Gloria stood with her hand on the doorknob. The couple was still naked, watching her intently.
"For more surprises?" Gloria smiled weakly. She knew she shouldn't have trusted the sex-crazed bitch, but she'd learned a great deal from them. More than enough for her plans.
"More games," Lisa said. "Carl and I know a lot more games, don't we, Carl?"
"Enough to fill a book," Carl said. He knew the lush brunette wouldn't be back, but what the hell, Lisa had her therapy, he'd had a terrific blowjob and a surprisingly exciting piece of ass, so he had no complaints. Get what you can while you can was his unfailing street philosophy, otherwise known in his childhood as find 'em, fuck 'em and forget 'em. It was like waiting at a bus stop: there was always another one coming.
"Don't hold your breath, Lisa," Gloria grinned, and she slipped out the door. She walked gingerly to her car, still dazed with pain and excitement, trying to absorb the swift, shattering chain of events.
But Gloria didn't go directly to her car. She glanced at her watch, thinking. The shops she wanted now for an entirely new assortment of items were still open, but Cindy might be worried about her. The thought of the lovely blonde waiting eagerly for her at her house, probably anxious and impatiently aroused, compelled Gloria to find a public phone at once.
She called collect. She drummed her fingers impatiently in the phone booth, until her phone rang ten, twelve, twenty times. Gloria hung up, gnawing her lips with worry. God, suppose Cindy had a shock-reaction after their wild, passionate encounter and ran away? After all, she was only fifteen and a cherry, and she was already a runaway.
The brunette stood on the sidewalk in the warm summer evening, oblivious to people passing by. She tried to think calmly, remembering the girl's fierce embrace and her whispered promises. No, she decided, Cindy definitely wouldn't leave her. The little darling worshipped her, promised to do anything for her as long as she could live with Gloria, and continued to have passionate sex with her.
Maybe Cindy had gone out for a walk, to explore the town. Then where was Brian, her other roomer. He should be home by now.
But it was the luscious sweet girl she was really worried about. She had plans for Cindy. Wild, exciting plans for both of them.
Gloria decided as long as she was here in Los Angeles she might as well finish her shopping spree – newly inspired by the sultry swinger Lisa.
She walked back to the shop where she'd bought the whip, wondering if Cindy and Brian had gone for a walk together.
They were together all right, but what they were doing at that moment could hardly be called walking. And they were doing it so strenuously and furiously, a hundred clamoring telephones plus a roaring siren wouldn't have bothered them in the slightest.