With her heart seeming to pound in her throat, Mary walked up toward the front parch of the big house. A gaslight flickered at her back, and a yellow porch light was burning, beckoning her. Once on the porch she raised her hand to the doorbell, then hesitated.
This was to be her first job.
After the painful and degrading scene in the hotel suite, Perry the pimp had seemed to change completely. Mary's docile manner convinced him that she was saddle-broken. He had no idea that her resignation was feigned, a cover of her determination to get revenge one day.
Perry the pimp had become the urbane and charming Perry Roadman, who wore the best clothing and drove the fastest cars. The very evening after her uncle had sold her like a side of beef, to be raped and sodomized and humiliated by Perry and his evil assistants, the pimp had dressed her in a lovely, sheer dress of green silk that matched her eyes, taken her to dinner at the fanciest restaurant in town and then to a movie.
By the time the evening was over, Mary found she was actually enjoying herself. Perry seemed to be trying to impress her with the message: cooperate and you will be rewarded. Resist and be turned over to Cat and her twisted fantasies. And the pimp did know how to reward a girl.
Mary found she did not even mind so much when at the end of the evening she found herself on her knees with the lovely dress hiked up around her nubile hips, while Perry unzipped his pants and brought his big prick out for more oral adoration. She had sucked him to climax once, and then he fucked her from behind, grunting and moaning like a dog in the rut. His massive cock had been like a piece of heaven shoved up Mary's yearning pussy, and she had come again and again before he shot his second load.
After spending the night in the hotel suite, Mary was taken to what would be her new home. Perry had some kind of agreement with the manager of an apartment complex not far from the university. A whole block of the trim, clean efficiency apartments was reserved for Perry's girls. Each had her own apartment – not because of generosity, this time, but so that she could entertain customers there when the occasion demanded.
Perry Roadman's whore service also made home deliveries, though. It was one of those tonight, Mary's first night as a working, if unwilling, hooker.
She stood there in the porch light feeling uncertain and afraid. Mary was self-conscious in the clothes she had been given to wear: a tent-like yellow dress, Mary Jane high socks and buckled shoes. Her hair was in pigtails, tied with yellow ribbons. It made her look twelve years old, and she wondered what the reason was.
She had expected to have to wear red lipstick, a micro-mini, and thigh-high black patent leather boots over black mesh stockings, like the girls who strutted their stuff under the streetlights downtown.
A car motor gunned impatiently at her back, reminding Mary of where she was and what she had to do. Though Perry was apparently satisfied that Mary would obey, he had sent Larry to make the delivery. And Larry had instructions to wait until the girl was safely inside with her john before taking off.
A slim finger pressed the doorbell. Electric chimes sounded inside. Mary heard footsteps, and caught her breath as the door swung open.
The teenager was not sure what she had expected her first customer to look like. Mary only knew that she was surprised at the man who appeared in the doorway of the large white house in the ritzy residential section of town. He was a tall middle-aged man, graying, beginning to bulge around the middle. He was not handsome, but his heavy, jovial features were not at all unattractive.
He looked, Mary suddenly realized, fatherly. At least she thought he did. She had never really had a father of her own. Only Uncle Herbert… but it wouldn't do to think of him. Not now.
The man's broad face lit up with a warm and winning smile. "Good evening, my dear," he said in a rich smooth voice. "Come in, come in. So good to see you. What's your name?"
Mary stepped across the threshold. The man took her arm, and her flesh seemed to tingle where he touched her. What would it be like? she wondered fearfully. But even as she did, she felt her anxiety ebbing. The man's sincere and friendly manner was putting her at ease.
Behind her, she heard the purring of an engine as Larry eased the Cadillac away from the curb.
"My name is Marti," Mary said as the man closed the door behind her. "Marti Rheinhardt." Perry had warned her not to use her own name, for obvious reasons. Instead he told her to choose one that sounded similar, so it would be easy to remember. Mary had seen the name Marti Rheinhardt somewhere, and decided to use it.
"I'm pleased to meet you," the customer said, ushering the girl into a spacious living room. "Call me… Mr. Burns."
"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Burns." Mary was conscious that hookers often had to play roles to satisfy the appetites of their johns. But Mr. Burns – the name was no doubt as false as Marti Rheinhardt – made her feel so comfortable she just acted like herself. Though she found that in her little-girl clothing, she tended to act younger than she usually did.
"You're a very polite young lady," commented Mr. Burns. "Very well brought up. I like that. Here, do sit down and make yourself comfortable." Mary sat on the divan, crossing her legs as she did so.
"Would you like a Coke?"
Mary nodded. The man went into another room, came back shortly with a glass full of bubbling soft drink.
"You're a very lovely young lady," Mr. Burns said, sitting down beside her as she took a sip of her Coke.
Normally she looked closer to twenty. But with the Mary Janes and pigtails, her green eyes made huge by skillful eye makeup, a healthy natural-looking blush of pink rouge on her cheeks, and her naturally red lips untouched by makeup, she might almost have passed for thirteen, but for the enormous boobs thrusting out the front of her dress. They gave the lie to her statement.
Nevertheless Mr. Burns accepted it. Something told the girl he wanted to believe it.
"I have a daughter, you know," he said. He glanced at a table beside the couch. A photograph was there in a stand up frame. It looked like the graduation photograph of a lovely, brown-haired girl. "She's away at school now. On the East Coast. I remember once when she was that age, it was two years after her mother died, when she…" He stopped and seemed to shake himself. He looked at Mary.
"You've almost finished your Coke, Marti dear," he said. His voice was a shade huskier. He was breathing faster. "I know. Why don't I make you a nice chocolate sundae. Little girls love chocolate sundaes."
Mary started to refuse. So soon after drinking a Coke, a gooey, sweet sundae was the last thing she wanted. But she remembered in time that in hooking as in other trades, the customer was always right. "Yes, please," she said. "That would be very nice."
Mr. Burns rose and left. Mary put the empty glass down on the coffee table and looked at the picture of Mr. Burns' daughter. It gave Mary a strange feeling.
Why was Mr. Burns paying Perry Roadman a goodly sum for a four-hour session with a call girl? The man seemed to Mary to be the kindest she had ever met, and just as charming. With his wife dead and his only child at school, he should have had no trouble finding attractive women all too glad to help relieve his loneliness for free. In her few years Mary had learned that genuine warmth and tenderness were rare commodities. Burns had lots of both. And they were what a woman wanted. Why had he hired Mary?
Unless he had some needs that were not so easy to satisfy? Mary felt a peculiar tingling in her pussy.
Mr. Burns returned from the kitchen. This time he had a tray, loaded with a bowl, an open pint of vanilla ice cream with a scoop stuck in it, a can of chocolate syrup, and a spray container of whipped cream. He set the tray on the coffee table and sat down beside Mary. His thigh brushed hers.
"I'll make you a sundae right here," he said. He was almost panting now. Mary's eyes traveled to his crotch, saw a pronounced bulge. He was getting a hard-on! He spooned ice cream into the bowl.
"Do you like sundaes?" Burns asked as he poured the syrup liberally over the ice cream. Dumbly, Mary nodded. The man picked up the can of whipped cream, sprayed a conical swirl over the top of the sundae. "Good, good. Here, have some."
He dipped a spoon into the sundae. Mary reached for the spoon, and Mr. Burns' warm hand closed over hers. Gently, he guided the spoonful toward her mouth.
Eyes round and fixed on the man's face, Mary let him steer the spoon into her open mouth. She closed her lips around it and sucked off the ice cream and syrup. A little chocolate sauce stuck to her lip. Unconsciously, she licked it off with her tongue.
Mr. Burns let go her hand. His hand dropped to her ripe right boob, cupping it. Mary was not wearing a bra beneath the dress. Her nipple was hard, poking into his palm. "You have such large breasts, sweetheart," Mr. Burns breathed. Mary bit her lip.
"Mr. Burns…"
The man had his hands on both tits now, massaging the pliant cones of flesh. The fabric of the yellow dress scraped deliciously over her swollen nipples. "Don't call me Mr. Burns," he gasped. "Too-too formal. C-call me Daddy!"
"Yes, mmmmmmmmmm… Daddy." Mary rolled her shoulders, pressing her tits into his avid palms. She was suddenly hot and willing.
So Mr. Burns wanted to play with a make-believe daughter. That was fine with her! Her pussy was hungry to take all he had to give.
Feverish fingers tugged at her blouse, pulling it open to bare her tits. They looked just like twin, generous scoops of vanilla ice cream, the nipples like brown cherries firm and ripe atop them.
Burns pulled the opened dress down over Mary's shoulders. Her tits heaved to the rhythm of her breathing, jigging slightly. His eyes were fixed hypnotically on the milky mounds of tit flesh. Slowly, he pushed her onto her back.
Reaching behind him, Burns dipped the scoop into the ice cream. While one hand squeezed one of Mary's boobs, he brought the scoopful of icy confection up and deposited it right on the jutting nipple.
Mary gasped and jumped. The dress was around her upper arms, pinning them to her sides. "Oh, Mr. – Daddy!" she yelped. "That's cold!"
Paying no attention to her protests, Burns dropped a second scoop onto her other jug. He had a hand on her shoulder, holding her down.
A trickle of melted ice cream ran down into the deep valley between her boobs. Mary's teeth closed on her lower lip. The scoops of ice cream on her boobs felt funny. The cold hurt at first, but then she felt the stuff start to soften and mold itself to the contours of her flesh. The cold made her nipples still stiffer, and the ice cream flowed down around them like something alive.
Burns was sitting up. His jacket was off and he was untying his necktie. "I like sundaes too," he was saying. "And I like little girls. They go so well together, don't you think?"
Mary inhaled deeply. She could feel the juices from her aroused cunt leaking into her panties. "Anything you say, Daddy," she said, voice thick with lust.
Burns took off his shirt. "But we don't want to get that nice dress messy, do we?" he asked, leaning forward. His hands went around Mary's shoulders, unfastened the buttons in back. Then she lifted her ass obediently off the couch so he could slip the dress off over her long slender legs.
His eyes devoured her. The two mounds of ice cream topped her boobs like snowcaps on mountain peaks, melting slowly with the heat of her body. Her firm belly rose and fell slowly. Her panties were yellow to match her dress, and they were taut over the swelling mound of her cunt. The sheer material showed the crinkle of the fine pussy hairs beneath.
Mary's thighs were trim and juicy, tapering to dimpled knees and swelling out into slim calves, covered now by the high topped stockings. Her buckled shoes had been kicked off. The sight of the pigtailed young blonde, clad only in panties, knee socks, and vanilla ice cream, was unbelievably erotic.
Burns ran his fingers across Mary's stomach and laid his palm on her pussy bulge. The warmth and pressure excited the girl. She rolled her hips, grinding her cunt into his hand.
Burns moaned. He tore at her panties, dragging them off her ass and down her magnificent legs. The scent from her dripping cunt hit him. The smell of greedy, wet pussy!
The panties were flung clear across the room. Burns slid a hand under Mary's thighs and lifted them. Mary got the idea and raised her legs in the air, spread wide.
The wet mouth of her cunt gaped open, turned up toward the ceiling. A third scoop of vanilla went smack between the pink lips.
Mary screeched at the sudden freezing chill in her steaming twat. Then she screamed again as she came!
The unique sensation, the kinkiness of it all, got the teenager off in a blinding orgasm. Her butt wiggled around and her legs waved in the air.
Melting ice cream ran into her cunt. It felt like chilled jism.
In his pants, Burns' hard cock begged to be set free. Fumblingly, he undid his belt and fly and released it. Seven inches of good hard prick swung out of his trousers, poised and quivering like a pointer on a scent.
The pointer of Burns' prick was on a scent. The scent of aroused snatch.
Not bothering to pull off his trousers, Burns picked up the can of chocolate sauce. He poured it liberally over the ice cream on Mary's jugs and cunt. "There," he said, setting the can down. "How does that feel?"
"F-funny, Daddy," Mary said. She put a finger to her tit, brought it to her lips and licked the syrup from it. Burns' cock throbbed.
"Here," he said, picking up the can of whipped cream. With two deft motions he made swirls of the goo atop each sundae-clad breast, then a third spiraling cone of whipped cream over her upturned cunt.
"Now," he said with satisfaction, "I get to eat my sundae!"
He lunged forward and began to attack the brown and white blob on Mary's left jug. He took great gulping mouthfuls of ice cream, chocolate sauce, and whipped cream, laying his tongue over the mess at every bite. In seconds he had uncovered her tit. His greedy teeth scraped the sensitive skin of her boob.
Burns' tongue sought out, swirling around and around. Mary felt it scour away the ice cream. Her cunt was awash with desire and her vision swam in a red haze of lust. This was incredible! What a turn-on!
When the first tit-sundae was reduced to streaks of brown chocolate and white cream smeared over Mary's boob, Burns shifted his attention to the other one. This too was consumed in great gulps, all that remained was a fat dollop right over Mary's unbelievably hard, unbelievably sensitized nipple. Mary caught her breath as Burns raised his head to look at the treat, then opened his mouth.
The mouth came down over the jug and sucked like a vacuum cleaner. The entire summit of Mary's boob disappeared into his face. His tongue drilled into the gooey sundae right to the nipple below. Then, still sucking, Burns pulled his head up so that spongy, sweet titflesh slid agonizingly out between his teeth. Slowly, the greedy mouth closed, till the teeth clamped gently on the throbbing finger of Mary's nipple.
Mary's back arched. She came again as pleasure stabbed like a dozen knives into her boob. The melting mess on her twat mingled with the pungent juices of her lusting cunt.
"Good, dear? You like, that?" Burns' asked, lifting his head. Chocolate sauce was smeared all over his chin.
All the girl could do was nod and moan for more. She wagged her legs urgently.
"Please… please!" she sobbed. "Lick off my pussy. Lick my little pussy clean!"
"How do your titties feel?"
"Good! Ooh, sooooo good. But my pussy needs you! It's cold! Make it warm – make my cunt all warm with your lips and tongue!"
The rigid cock was shaking with the need to be plunged into the adolescent's brimming snatch. But it would have to wait. Its way was blocked by the last remaining mound of sundae.
But not for long!
Burns had been kneeling on the floor to devour the girl's jugs. Now he got up on the couch below her upturned ass. His cock stabbed deep into the cushions as he maneuvered his head between her thighs.
Mary's entire body was taut as a bowstring. She tingled with delighted anticipation. Mr. Burns was about to start eating the treat he had created on her pussy. And when that was finished a different sort of treat awaited his questing tongue! What would it be like, having her cunt eaten by this man with a yen for little girls?
Licking his lips, Burns tucked into the final sundae. Weird sensations trickled into Mary's cunt as he began to gobble the ice cream. Her clit was swollen with excitement, and the blob of frozen cream lay right atop it. The ice cream moved as he ate into it, stimulating her clit.
"Oh, hurry!" Mary cried. "Hurry and get into my pussy! Eat my pussy all up!"
Whipped cream and dark chocolate syrup flew as Burns dove in headfirst. The mess made a squelching sound and Mary yipped as ice cream was forced into the channel of her twat. The mans tongue lapped like a dog's at the sticky morass, delving or the sweet meat of her pussy.
The tip of Burns' tongue touched Mary's clit. Mary screamed, arching her back to crush her cunt into Burns' gobbling face and she grabbed his head to hold the teasing, all-consuming mouth in place.
"It's good!" she shrieked. "So good. I never thought – I-I-I'm coming!"
A flood of oils gushed from her cunt. Burns drank the flavorful cunt wine eagerly. Its taste blended with the ice cream and chocolate syrup into new and delightful combinations.
The mixture acted as an aphrodisiac. Burns' nose poked thrillingly into Mary's clit as he thrust his tongue deeper and deeper into her spasming snatch. Mary's tender thighs held his head in a vise-like grip. His hearing was cut off by the walls of nubile flesh and his eyes were filled with the sight of Mary's golden cunt thatch, sticky and matted with brown and white slush. Nothing mattered but tongue-fucking the hell out of this beautiful girl!
Fantastic sensations boiled up from Mary's cunt. The tongue was like a living flame in the oily tunnel of her pussy, and the man's chin struck sparks of ecstasy when it touched the pearly marble of her clit. She just couldn't quit coming!
"Keep it up, Daddy!" she cried. "Oooo-ahhhh! Fuck your tongue up me!"
Burns' pulled his tongue out with a corkscrewing motion that drove the girl mad. When it came free of her pussy channel he scoured it all around the pink mouth, lapping up every drop of cunt juice and sweet slush. Mary's butt lifted from the couch as she shoved her pussy against his face, trying to wring every last bit of pleasure possible from her first cunt-eating.
Finally the shiny pink lips of her quim were clean. The man lifted his head and smiled. The girl whimpered with disappointment and tried to pull his mouth back to her gaping, hungry cunt.
"Don't stop, Daddy!" she begged. "Don't ever stop!"
"I've got something else for you, sweetheart," Burns murmured, sliding forward.
Mary felt his weight atop her. His breath crawled like a snake up her belly, over her heaving, still-sticky boobs.
"Yes, yes!" Mary said. "Fuck me. Fuck me now, Daddy! Fuck that big bad cock into your baby girl!"
The words drove Burns deeper into his frenzy of lust. Hunching like an inchworm he prodded with his iron-hard cock at the opening of Mary's pussy. She reached down with fingers that trembled with passion to steer the prick into her ravenous cunt.
When Mary steered the head of Burns' cock to her cuntlips, he lunged into her with all his might, burying his shaft of prick balls-deep in her brimming pussy. Mary cried out with joy and rolled her ass around the bar of cock.
Madly, Burns fucked the girl. Her feet waved in the air as he pumped in and out of her. Cunt juice and cream flew in a froth from the manic energy of his fucking. Each thrust of his rigid cock drove Mary's ass deeply into the cushions of the couch inspite of the fact she was pushing upwards with all her might, to take every inch of that marvelous prick into her aching pussy.
His mouth sought hers. His tongue tasted rich and strange from the mixture of cunt juice and sundae it had been sampling. Mary took his tongue in her mouth, wrapping hers around and around it.
The middle-aged man was too turned on to hold his orgasm back for long. He yelled around his mouthful of tongue and his hands fastened like talons on Mary's asscheeks as he came.
Mary felt the steaming jet fill her pussy. It set off yet another orgasm in her churning loins. She locked her legs around Burns' waist, forcing even more of his fountaining cock into her cunt. A velvet noose strangled the cock. It seemed to pulse up and down the length of cock, milking the creamy jism from it in great spurts. In seconds the jizz had overflowed the well of Mary's cunt and run over her asscheeks, mingling with cunt sauce, chocolate syrup, melted vanilla ice cream.
For a long time Burns continued to fuck the girl, till his exploding prick had no more jizz to give her. Then slowly the fires died down and they subsided into a warm afterglow.
At last Burns pushed himself up and away from the girl. His prick slid out with a pop. A dab of cum ran down Mary's butt.
The man sat up. "Marti, honey?" he said.
"Yes, Daddy?" Mary cooed, stretching like a cat.
"Did Daddy's little girl enjoy herself?"
"Mmmmmm-mmmmhhh! Very much," Mary said truthfully. Her ice cream sundae fuck had been the wildest experience of her short life. What a ball!
Mary heard a hissing sound. She lifted her head and opened her big green eyes, which had been screwed tightly shut in the fury of her climax.
Burns had the can of whipped cream again. He was applying the sugary foam to his own crotch this time. The length of his cock was already almost covered.
"Marti?"
"Yes, Daddy?"
"It's your turn now. Lick up all the nice cream."
Mary sat up, stretched, then tilted her head down. Her pigtails fell into the mound of whipping cream. "Yes, Daddy," she purred obediently.