"Aw, come on, baby, why not?" Ken asked into the phone as he sat with his drink in the living room. He talked softly because Betty, the babysitter, was in the kitchen feeding the children.
"I don't think so, Ken… I just don't feel up to it." Valerie politely answered.
"That'll change. All you need is a drink or two and you'll feel up to anything… "
"No. Honest," she said.
Ken drew his lips tight, this was a setback. He decided to see if she was lying or not. "Is it because of the other night? Because I got a little out of hand?"
There was a pause on the other end before she answered with embarrassment, "I said to forget that. It's over and done with, we don't even need to bring it up."
"You sure? You sure that's not why you've been avoiding me?"
Her voice had a sing-song, whining quality, Ken was now sure his fun with her anus was the basic cause of her hesitancy to have him over tonight. His mind raced to figure out a way of correcting things, bluffing her, providing him with at least one more opportunity to penetrate that luscious backside.
"I haven't been avoiding you!" she protested.
"Yes you have. I didn't see you once today at work, you were hiding every time I came into George's office."
"That's crazy!"
"Is it? You know what I think?"
"I'm not sure I want to know," she coyly answered.
Ken gulped his drink down. It was now or never, he didn't feel he had to put up with her girlish games. Either she came across the way he wanted or she could shrivel up in hell.
"Well, I'm going to tell you whether you want to hear it or not. I think you loved what I did while you were sleeping. In fact, I don't think you were sleeping at all. You were lying there feeling how great my cock felt in your ass and just gushing like a broken faucet!"
"Quiet! I don't like that kind of talk… "
"You loved it and you're going nuts to feel it again. You want my cock in your ass so bad you can't bring yourself to admit it! You can't let yourself say you dig it more than anything you've ever had one of those punk, bachelor jerks in your apartment house do!"
Ken's face was growing red, he could feel the pulse ripping through his body, she had him pissed off and he was going to let her know it.
"I'm going to hang this phone up if you don't stop that kind of talk!" Valerie yelled. He could hear the shaking in her voice, she was getting worked up too.
Ken inhaled, tried to calm himself, decided it wasn't worth it, then started. "Let me come over there tonight and I'll do things to your big tits you never dreamed possible. I'll rub each nipple against my asshole until they get so hard you'll need pliers to pinch them."
"Oh! Oh… " she moaned. But he didn't hear the click of a hung-up phone.
"I'll have your tongue slipping inside my asshole so fast it'll blister your lips. And with my cock I'll ream out every hole you've got."
"Please! Ken! Don't!" But she still listened.
"I'll pump so much jism into your mouth you won't be able to swallow it all until tomorrow. Then I'll lick your twat until you soak the sheets with bubbling wet." He paused and listened. Yes, he could hear her breathing, heavy, slow. He was getting to her, she loved it.
"I'll pound so much cock up that tight pussy of yours you won't want another man for weeks. You'll be putty, whimpering, crying out your thanks while sucking my nuts between your hot lips!"
"I asked you to stop!" she finally blurted.
"Come on, tell me to come over! Tell me how much you want to feel my balls on your tongue, my finger in your cunt, my big prick inside the clamp of your asshole! Tell me!"
There was a sound on the other end, for a dreadful second Ken thought she was hanging up. Then the breathing came back, the deep, slow breathing. She said nothing.
"Let me blow bubbles inside your asshole, lick your body from toes to ears, chew on your nipples and suck your warm, soft buns," Ken whispered.
"Sure, pal. I'll even let you suck my cock," came the voice of a man. The deep, resonant voice of a confident, angry man.
Ken pulled the receiver away from his face with surprise. She had some guy there already! Some big stud from that damned apartment building! As he slammed the receiver down he realized that was why Valerie was being so evasive, that was why she didn't tell him to come right over.
He poured himself another drink and went to his desk. At the rear of the middle drawer inside a locked metal box he found his leather address book. After leafing through it he found a name and dialed the phone.
"Hello," came the sweet voice of a young lady.
"Hi, June? This is Ken. Ken William"? Remember me from that party last Christmas?" This was a sexy young broad who came as the date of someone's brother to the party. He met her right after making the play for George's wife, she seemed friendly, willing enough to play ball… at least willing enough to hand her address out like a business card.
"Oh, yes! The cute guy with the curly hair?" she giggled into the phone.
"Yeah! That's me!" He swallowed, composed himself. "I'm calling out of the blue like this 'cause it's the first opportunity I've had. I've been meaning to get hold of you for weeks now."
"Well, I've been sitting by the phone waiting. I almost gave up on you!" She giggled once more.
"Are you busy tonight? I was supposed to have a pretty important business meeting but it suddenly got called off. The head of the board of directors came down with hives or something. Now I'm all dressed up, the baby sitter is here, I'm hot to trot with no place to go or anyone to take along."
It was a pretty smooth line, he thought. Covered all the bases, made excuses for the suddenness of his call, even elevated his importance at the office. But the long pause on the other end wasn't what Ken wanted to hear.
"You told me you were a doctor."
Her steady, cold words ripped into Ken like an air plane propeller. She was right, now he remembered. He told her he was a physician, a stinking doctor, and doctors don't meet with a board of directors. He was about to give up when it hit him, yes they do!
"I am, I am," he lied. "I was supposed to meet with the board of directors at the hospital!"
"Oh." Her voice warmed.
"Can you?"
"Can I what?" She was being cute, evasive.
"Can you go out with me tonight? To dinner, some drinks, then who knows what…"
She giggled. "I know what. You doctors are all alike. You all want the lady to take her clothes off so you can give her a free examination. Well, I've had enough free check-ups to last an all-girls school."
"Okay, I'll charge you forty dollars. Now what's your answer, will you go or not?" Ken was through fooling around. It was getting late, he had better things to do than play footsie on the telephone with some dingbat.
"I'd love to but I can't. You see, I'm getting married tomorrow and tonight's my wedding shower," she answered.
That left her out. "Maybe next week?" Ken asked with disappointment.
"Call me then," she said. They hung up.
He tore through the address book and tossed it into the wastebasket angrily. Then he threw the drink down his throat and paced back and forth like an enraged, caged lion. He was all ready, shaved, dressed, smelling good, he was so positive Valerie would tell him to come right over. He bit his lips and decided it would be a night of searching, bars, discothиques, clubs, trying to find a suitable, willing lady with whom to share a couple hours of exercise.
"I'm not sure what time I'll be back tonight," he told the bright-eyed babysitter.
"That's okay, Mr. Williams," Betty answered. "Since I live next door my parents won't worry."
"Good girl," he patted her cheek. Her surprisingly soft, smooth cheek. She smiled up at him like a well rewarded little puppy, her eyes twinkled with happiness. Ken only wished he could bring that beam to the eyes of some big-titted female tonight.
While putting on his jacket Ken realized Betty couldn't be considered small-titted. For a fifteen-year-old girl she had sizeable lumps under her blouse. Wide based, high-riding cones of firmness, probably with small adolescent nipples like pieces of candy.
He brushed against her as she held the front door open. It was a casual, innocent contact but enough to send his mind into imaginings. Her thin legs and jutting backside did have the complete maturity and development of an older girl, her waist was fascinatingly narrow. As he started the car Ken tried to imagine how tight, how small, how squeezingly tiny the hold of her firm-fleshed twat would be.
I wonder if she has hair? he asked himself while slowly driving along his block. Hair on her pussy. If she does it can't be much… and I'll bet it's as blonde and fine as the hair on the back of her slender neck. I'm sure none of it has grown up inside the crack of her ass yet, impossible, I bet her pinky is sitting down between those swell buns without as much as a hair to visit with. It sure would be nice to pay that little asshole a visit with my big, hairy cock. Slam it in there and watch how fast she grows up, how fast the hairs start popping out all over her cunt.
He stopped at the intersection, blinked, inhaled, floored the gas pedal and roared off on a night of adventure.