For Paul Lagarde, the weekends on his island were no longer entertaining. For that matter, they never really were. Now, for the first time in his life, he had met someone who didn't fall madly in love with him, idolize him, and he felt himself slipping into the love trap.
He remembered a time, and not so very long ago, when he had absolutely nothing. A childhood of poverty. Then he thought of the years when he set out to make a name for himself, through hard work and determination-only to find failure at every turn. No time for girls in those days, when sex was an expensive luxury that would have to wait until he was established. But his failures began to take their toll, dampening his enthusiasm, crushing his determination.
Finally a day came when he sat back and took a fresh look at himself and the world around him. It was depressing. He had a weak educational background, had very few friends-none in a position to help his career-was only average in looks and build, and didn't have a vehicle, trade, or profession to get him to his goal-wealth.
There was one thing that seemed to nag him?every man.he knew, young or old-rich or poor, always wanted to talk about sex. (A subject he was at least knowledgeable about.) And it was apparent that a person could harness this weakness in men to advantage. He had heard about salesmen hiring prostitutes to please a client and getting an order out of the whole thing. It was a subject that called for some thought, and he set out to educate himself. The first lesson almost made him a dropout. Right from the start he discovered that sex and money went hand in hand. No money-no sex!
At least not for a guy with his average looks. Girls just didn't come knocking at his door-or, for that matter, when he did the knocking, there was no one home! But fifteen dollars on a street corner in Manhattan could make the world of difference…
Her name was Chicky. A gum-chewing, tough kid, with too much make-up and not enough clothes, who led him to a cheap hotel room and said, "Okay, sport, take 'em off."
"Look, this is my first… so take it easy," he gulped.
"I ain't got all night," she answered, stepping out of her flimsy dress. "That lump in your pants goes here," she said, sticking a finger into the-matted triangle of hair between her legs.
Paul took off his clothes with his back turned to her and discovered when he turned that at least the sight of his cock impressed her.
"Sonofabitch!" she said with wide eyes and dropped jaw. "That fuckin' pole is gonna put me outa commission for the rest of the night."
"How much do you make in a night," Paul asked naively.
"Two bills-without sweat," she answered and went back to chewing on her gum.
That was more than he had ever made in a week, he thought to himself. The wheels began to spin in his head. Somewhere there was a chance for him to get in on this kind of action, but being a pimp wasn't what he had in mind.
The girl fell on the bed, spread her legs wide apart for him, while Paul stood there staring, making a point of observing as much as he could from this expensive lesson. The sight of naked breasts gave a man a warm, throbbing feeling in the cock, he noted. And the emptiness between her legs drew the stuff right out of his balls, up through his ballpoint pen. He had to move fast or the convulsions in his balls would put an end to the lesson without giving him his money's worth. A quick jab with the thick spear missed the target and Chicky grabbed the hot meat almost, triggering his exploding in her fist and guided it into the warm, soft moistness of her body. One long stroke into the mushy tunnel was all it took to set off his cock and he came with a breathless urgency.
Ten minutes later-fifteen at the most-Paul was back on the concrete sidewalk. He had spent a dollar a minute for the lesson, it struck him, but it was worth every cent. An enlightened young man walked to the subway with a whole new concept of life. Plus a healthy respect for the opposite sex which until now he had considered merely something that got in a man's way as he struggled to get rich.
For the next few months Paul concentrated all his energies on girls. He spent as much time as he could with the girls in the office, the girls in his neighborhood, and any female anywhere, who would talk to him, learning as much as possible about these creatures that possessed a secret that drove men to destruction. Or in his case-fame. And every cent he could manage was spent on lessons with prostitutes, from whom, he quickly discovered, there was much to learn.
Men can be led around by the cock, like a dog on a leash, he concluded.
Slippery, wet lips kissed sparks into his powerful rod. Something new! he discovered as the young girl breathed hot, tantalizing air on the head of his swollen cock. His eyes grew wide with amazement as her pouty-red lips and suck-hollowed cheeks closed in on the dripping eye of his prick. Then her elastic lips stretched over the puffing head, giving him mind-shattering sensations.
The warm, wet insides of her mouth felt delicious and mouth-watering on his pulsing pole of flesh. But her tongue was more than he could bear, milking as it was on the sensitive shaft, sucking at it, drawing the come from his balls into the depths of her throat. And he didn't overlook the effect of watching her face, with its longing glances and delighted expressions, sucking the syrup with great pleasure. For a while he thought this was all a man needed in the way of sex-a girl sucking his cock should satisfy him completely. But there was always something new to explore; someplace else to ram that sensitive stick. And if the struggle was difficult, it made the experience more exciting, as he discovered when he tried to force the blunt, mushroom head of his prick into the little opening of a girl's ass. Too tight, she tried to tell him, but he had to find out for himself. He had her kneel on all fours, then spread the balls of her ass apart with the palms of his hands and poked his knob at the unwilling sot.
"It hurts," the girl yelled, as he forced the spear in. "Ohhh, it hurts."
Her pain was even pleasant to hear, he discovered. The drive up her squeezing, resisting tunnel was a slow process, but watching her squirm and cry for help made him determined to get it all in pushing his hard cock with more force, spreading her ass farther apart, until his meat was finally buried in the tight-fitting sleeve. And finally enjoying her throaty sobs as he squirted come into her, pressing the soft flesh of her ass tight against his groin.
Once his education was underway, putting it to use came naturally. At the office he had already gotten the reputation of being a "cuntman", from his constant association with all the girls there. The bosses were already taking notice and the guys his own age were beginning to treat him with respect. They sensed that Paul had a secret way with women and wanted to share it with him. But the real test came when he decided to try for a position that seemed to be sewed up by one of the college boys. He invited the manager to lunch, after a few drinks, asked for the job and gave a signal to one of the prostitutes he had hired to make her entrance. The manager didn't have a chance to answer; they suddenly had a pretty blonde at the table and before he knew what happened, the three of them were in a hotel room and the blonde was draining the sap from his cock.
Paul got the job! And shortly after that the company grew too small for him. He was mixing with top executives in a variety of companies and was sought after for every stag gathering in town. Money, prestige, and even power began to chase him. Every business he entered turned into a gold mine. Suddenly the girls were chasing him, giving their bodies freely now-just to be a part of his expensive life. The island became a necessary retreat, where his now prominent clients could sneak off to satisfy their fantasies in guaranteed privacy.
A phone rang, bringing Paul out of his daydreaming trance. Someone-answered it and a girl's voice announced that it was for Liz. Paul found himself frowning. There seemed to be growing excitement in the hall outside his study. Then Liz knocked softly on the door to the study, opening the door on a crack and peeking in.
"It's Penny's brother," she said in a velvet-soft whisper. "He wants to take me out."
Paul just stared at her with a puzzled look on his face, as if he hadn't heard her right.
"Is it all right?" she asked bashfully.
"If that's what you want," Paul sighed.
"I could use the change," Liz offered weakly.
"Then go ahead," Paul said, adding a faint smile to show that he wasn't angry.
Liz rushed back to the phone, no longer concealing her excitement. But it left Paul with a feeling of emptiness. Liz had been the pride of his harem, he thought to himself. Perhaps the one he would someday marry. He had certainly given her more personal attention than any other girl in the stable. Now he was turning her loose-to be gobbled up by another-but all he could feel was emptiness. Not sorrow.
Slowly Paul moved from the study, strolled aimlessly through the halls, looking for something to do. Something to hold his interest, he decided, opening doors and glancing into the various rooms. He stopped along the aimless walk to chat with his "students," grasping for something that would take his mind off the emptiness he felt in the pit of his stomach.
A pretty black girl came bustling down the hall. Obviously she was thrilled about something that was going on, he thought as he watched her running toward him. But when she caught sight of Paul she jolted to a more graceful, gliding stride.
"How's it going?" Paul asked the twenty-year old girl, smiling warmly at her.
"Just fine, Mr. Lagarde," she answered in a sexy voice. "Elizabeth is so thrilled about her date that she's got all of us excited with her."
"So I see," Paul said with a grin. "How're your lessons going?"
"Great," the girl said, smiling as Paul stepped closer.
"Then let's have a little check," he said, slipping his hand under the hem of her brief white dress.
Paul's experienced fingers went directly to the spot between her legs, through the curly curls of hair, and covered her unsuspecting cunt. A good test, he thought to himself, taking the girl by complete surprise like this. One minute she's rushing excitedly through the hall, thinking of some childish game, and the next minute she has to perform.
The palm of his hand slid over the warm cove between her legs, feeling for the telltale sign. The spot was dry and the hair all fluffy. Just as he hoped it would be. But then a hint of moisture, as the girl's juices began to flow from the walls of her sex. In a few short seconds she had flushed with passion-juice, scoring a high mark on the test.
"Not bad, Roni," Paul commented casually. "But I don't want to interrupt what you were doing."
"Oh, I wasn't doing anything important, Mr. Lagarde," Roni purred back at him. "Just sitting around with the girls talking about the guy Liz is going to date."
Paul slid his hand around to the firm balls of her ass, appreciating the smooth, firmness that met his fingers. A slow exploration of the crevice seemed appropriate. The girl wiggled coyly, but said nothing, seemingly grateful for the attention.
"Let's go into the study," Paul suggested dryly, leaving his finger lodged in the crack of her ass to feel the swaying movement of her flesh as she walked. The smooth cheeks rubbed pleasingly on his finger, while he supported one of the globes in the palm of his hand. This girl is really solid, he decided. Nicely balanced ass too.
"Ooooowwww," the girl purred with delight when his finger poked into her anus. It encouraged him to force his way deeper into the tight passage and she smiled approvingly, walking now on toes.
Somehow the whole thing seemed aimless, Paul thought, as they entered the study. He really didn't have any desire for sex tonight, he realized. But it seemed like the only thing to do a few minutes ago. Something to take his mind off Penny! He finally admitted the cause of that ugly feeling in the pit of his stomach. He couldn't stop thinking about Penny.
"Take off the dress," Paul stated without emotion.
Roni slipped out of the white dress, letting it fall at her feet, while she stared with wide, expectant eyes and found herself breathing faster from the excitement of it. The ebony figure seemed to tingle with anticipation. Her firm, conical breasts heaved gently, their protruding nipples quivering, as she watched Paul saunter over to the liquor cabinet for a drink. She found herself nodding when Paul asked if she'd like a little Scotch. Just staring at this naked girl with such a beautiful figure was a pleasure, Paul thought to himself. The kind of pleasure a man might get from viewing a fine statue. And even though he handed her a drink, he did little else to put her at ease or suggest a more comfortable position. He let her stand in the middle of the room, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, while he devoured her body with his eyes.
"Let's see you turn slowly, Roni," he said, resting his buttocks on the edge of a table.
Roni obeyed, nervously turning in place for her teacher to see all that she had. And dying at the thought that he might not like something about her.
"How long has it been since you've had a man?" Paul asked when she completed the turn.
"Over a month," Roni gasped, a twitching sensation between her legs at the thought. Just the prospect of possibly filling that cavity with the cock of her teacher sent a fresh flow of girl-flux oozing down her legs. She didn't touch the drink she was holding until Paul looked away. But then she emptied the glass in one quick swallow.
There was a moment of indecision while Paul considered what it was that he wanted. If anything. He was tempted to end the performance and send the girl back to her friends, but decided to take a moment to feel her shapely body before sending her away. He signaled for her to step closer, which she did quickly. Then he ran his hands from her shoulders down to her pear-shaped tits, feeling the shapes, weighing them in his hands, squeezing them gently. Still keeping one tit in a firm grip with his left hand, he ran his right hand down her flat stomach, combed his fingers through the tangled black patch of hair and slid his hand between her legs.
Roni released the deep breath she was holding and swayed from the building fury that was coming to a climax inside her. Should she dare let herself go, she wondered. Come on his hand?
The thought was overpowering. Come! the word rang in her head. Come… come… COME! And she gushed with juices from her head to her cunt, squeezing her legs together to trap his hand, while she grabbed the hand squeezing her tit to prevent it from leaving.
"Let's see how you suck it," Paul announced. And Roni went weak in the knees.
Being required to kneel at this time was a stroke of luck, she told herself, as she opened Paul's pants and pulled them down to his ankles. Couldn't do anything else without fainting, she decided. Then her eyes fixed on the dangling pendulum. "Oh, Mr. Lagarde," she sighed, wide-eyed and thrilled at what she saw.
Paul's long, fat, spear-headed muscle was firming up, but not hard enough to rise. He grinned at her childlike amazement. Too anxious, he thought when she grabbed it and immediately sipped the knob into her mouth.
"Mmmmm… I love it… I love it," Roni cooed between sucks and licks. And the rising prong drove her into a wilder frenzy. She couldn't get enough of it. Wanted all of it in her mouth so she could swallow and have it slide all the way down her throat.
But for Paul, the urgency and the desire just wasn't there. Her thick lips swooping over his cock brought it to a standing position, without stirring that necessary hunger in him to want satisfaction. Watching her tongue slither hungrily over his cock and balls had about the same effect as a warm bath, he decided. Yet the girl seemed to be going out of her mind with enjoyment, so he allowed her to continue.
Roni hungrily devoured the salty male flesh that she wanted so badly, licking, sucking and chewing on it with growing urgency burning at the walls of her cunt. She tried to put out the fire between her legs by attacking the cock with her mouth, but the flames grew hotter. Then she ran her tongue over his wrinkled prunes and back to his asshole. There was a hint of encouragement from Paul when she touched it with her tongue, so she snaked into the opening in one deep plunge. Anything to make him happy. And when she withdrew her tongue from the heat of his body Paul grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back to the spot. In an attempt to please him, she reamed the opening with her twisting, darting tongue. She was determined to have the big poker nestled in her longing cunt and if tonguing his asshole was the way to get it, she'd swoop out his insides, if it was necessary.
"That's enough," Paul said. "Now bend over that chair."
Roni thought the time had come. She stumbled to the arm of the chair, bent over to lift her ass high in the air, expecting the feel of his throbbing meat to burn into drooling sex. But instead his fingers spread the cheeks of her ass apart and she suddenly felt his wet tongue lick at her buttonhole.
"Ooooowwwww," she screeched breathlessly never expecting that. The next minute his blunt instrument was forcing its way into the small opening. The whole thing came as a shock to her. It was boring up her insides, stinging, hurting, burning the walls of the tight channel. But she found herself bracing for the forceful plunge and actually pressing back on it for more.
The girl had managed to take Paul's mind off everything else, he realized. She simply enjoyed everything that was happening. The excitement was building in him from the realization that he couldn't discourage her. Pain didn't dampen her enthusiasm. Even when he pushed harder and faster, trying to make her cry with pain. But she met the rape of her asshole with a counterattack on his sword. Still he knew it hurt her. He could hear the muffled cries in her throat.
For the moment Paul was satisfied with the penetration and the feeling his throbbing meat experienced in the fight walls of her ass opening. Every muscle in that sleeve was squeezing his cock, trying to eject it. But he wasn't satisfied. He needed something more exciting to set him off. And only the knowledge of the pain she was experiencing seemed to tantalize him. He pressed harder, withdrew a little, then drove it back, harder and deeper. Always listening for a cry, a sound of anguish. But the only sounds were deep in her throat. Harder and harder he pumped the piston into her ass, spreading her cheeks farther apart with his hands and watching his white meat drive in and out of her black body. Watching the small ring of her anus squeezing his cock began to build the necessary spark in his balls.
"Ooohhhhh… man… I can't take no more," Roni finally cried and Paul was immediately at the peak of excitement. One fast, pull and his cock popped out of its prison, causing Roni to scream from the suddenness. Then, without pausing, Paul shoved the spear into her unsuspecting cunt, driving it all the way in with a powerful plunge.
"Oooohhhhh," Roni cried again in pain. Then her voice tapered off to more relaxed sound.
"Mmmmmmm… oh, yeah."
Paul let his cock feel the warm, mushy walls of her insides: the yielding, sucking chamber that accepted his full length and width with a longing for more. Roni was already reaching a climax when Paul's first shot of come splashed up the walls of her flaming cunt. She rode the stick harder, faster and more frantic now, spurred on by each blast from the spitting head.
"Ohhhhhh… Oooowwww… Mmmmmmmm," she moaned.
"Ahhhh… mmmmm," Paul uttered his first sound of pleasure. "Mmmmmm… mmmmm."
Roni watched over her shoulder as Paul withdrew his mighty muscle. She watched his face for a sign of approval, wanting desperately to have pleased him. He smiled-and it was as good as an orgasm to her.