It was after three o'clock when she arrived at the address she had been given. It turned out to be a large one-story house, set back behind a curtain of trees. A young woman in a white apron opened the door and showed her into the family room to meet the other guests.
It was a small party. Three men and two womensitting on a large sofa and, already, the men were engaged in the process of feeling up the women. A fat man with a bald head and puffy eyes had his hand inside the loose blouse of his partner, busily nibbling her tits. The other, a younger man with sandy hair and a small mustache, had an arm thrust up under his partner's dress and it was evident that he already had at least one finger knuckle deep in her cunt.
No one appeared interested in watching her model clothing. Sandino greeted her with an outstretched hand and a martini. She accepted the drink, followed him to a love seat and settled down to wait. The two men gave her a glance and a grin, then returned to their probing. Both women looked extremely bored.
Conversation.
Sandino talked, she listened. He was telling her what an opportunity this was going to be. If the fellows liked her, she could come every Monday afternoon, then later, they would start an evening game of some kind. As his voice droned on, she suddenly realized that he was talking about Martin and the game he mentioned would be poker. He was planning on having evening poker games so that Martin would be occupied and she could be free to attend his parties.
"We have a horny group here," he was explaining. "They love to play games and go all out with games of sex. With your face and your figure, you could make a bundle. These guys all want to fuck and they will pay a good price to a woman they like."
He was offering her a job entertaining men. He was offering money, lots of money, for doing nothing but letting a man fuck her once in a while. It was an offer that most women wouldn't even consider, but she found herself wanting to say yes. Martin needed the money and this was a way of earning some of it for him.
"Sex therapists do it," he was saying. "They have nurses called surrogates who permit men to fuck them to prove they aren't impotent. What's the difference between a woman who fucks a patient and a woman who fucks a tired businessman?"
Sandino sensed her reluctance.
"Think about it," he said, giving her a friendly pat on the knee. "Let's have another drink."
Fe brought her another drink, then offered her a cigarette. While she puffed on it, she noted that more men were arriving, some with women, others alone. She tried to count them, got up to ten, then gave up. They were moving around too much.
Sandino was still talking and there had been no mention of modeling clothing.
She was beginning to feel a little giddy which she attributed to the drink. But she was also feeling a rising sense of pleasure. She wanted to enjoy herself.
Music was swelling forth from a record player which drowned out the hum of conversation and it was so good that the women turned their attention to the beat. Two of them bounced out on the floor and began to dance. Everyone appeared to be extremely happy.
Melissa was having a marvelous time.
She sipped her drink, smoked the cigarette, casually followed the movements of the dancers. They appeared to be having so much fun that she wanted to join them, but there was still the matter of her modeling commitment.
When she turned to speak to Sandino, he wasn't there and another, younger man was sitting beside her. He was good looking, almost handsome, she told herself and was a bit perplexed because she didn't remember when the exchange had taken place. She attempted to get a closer look and leaned forward, to find that she, was staring at the fly of his pants, instead.
He grasped her hand and squeezed it.
"You can have a real good look after while," he told her. She was experiencing a burning desire to fuck and this nice young man was just the kind of person she wanted to do it with.
She glanced at him coyly.
He squeezed her hand again.
"I wanna dansh," she confided. "Mr. Shandino wone care."
The young man was amused by her state of drunkenness. He shook his head. "You're with me now," he said in a whisper. "We can do anything you want."
"Wanna dansh," she said again. She climbed to her feet, teetered on the heels of her shoes.
"Can't dansh in theesh." She kicked them from her feet, then shuffled across the rug. The young man followed her.
It was more like a struggle than a dance, with the young man holding her close, pushing his body up against hers so that she was restrained from doing the bouncing she wanted to do. She pulled away from him.
"Wanna dansh free," she mumbled. She backed out of his gasp, twisted, laughing, then began to prance about, bouncing, keeping time with the music.
Nude figures were crossing her line of vision and she paused in order to focus her eyes on them. A brunette with long hair and bronze skin, flitted past her. She was naked. A man shuffled behind her in pursuit.
The women were shedding their clothing, tossing them aside with abandon. Melissa watched them for a minute then gleefully began to shed her own. Clothing was confining and restrictive. She wanted to do her dance naked. The men in the room watched with pleasure and applauded.
She was seeing the people about her through a haze, which made it difficult to determine exactly what was going on. She knew that the other women were naked and she could see the little blonde, who had been on the sofa when she came in, bending over, clutching the back of a chair while a man rubbed her asscheeks. Then he spread the cheeks of her ass and was pushing his cock into the asshole. Melissa turned away, embarrassed.
She became aware that a hand was rubbing her left tit. She couldn't focus her eyes properly and she looked at her feet. That was when she discovered that another man was sitting on them. His hand was thrust up between her legs and one finger was worming up into her cunt.
"Doon wanna finger in my cunt," she sputtered. She raised herself on tiptoe, pulling free from the finger probing her pussy. A hand clasped about her ankle, held her back, and she kicked at it with her free foot. Someone tapped her on the back.
"Bend over, baby. I'll stick it in back here," a voice suggested.
She twisted, looking for the speaker. "Doon want no cock in my ash," she lisped. "Go 'way."
The man behind put pressure on her back, thrust an arm about her waist to hold her steady.
"I want to fuck you in the ass. Bend over."
"Go 'way," Melissa said.
The voice was becoming demanding. "Bend over!"
"No!"
The pressure on her stomach increased, the hand on her back pushed harder.
The man behind her sounded mad and he was becoming mean.
"When I say fuck you in the ass, I mean fuck you in the ass!" he growled. "bend over!"
"Get yer finger outa my cunt," she blurted. She slapped at the man sitting at her feet, then twisted to catch a glimpse of the man behind her. The hand grasped her shoulder, pushed on it, forcing her body forward. The voice rasped in her ear. "Bend over, you stupid slut! I want to fuck your ass!"
Her body was forced to bend, she found her head lowered to the elevation of the head of the man in front of her. Her hands rested on his shoulders and she could see his tongue as it darted out and flicked at her breast.
"Doon wan' you suckin' my tit!"
The hand on her shoulder pushed harder, fingers probed her asscheeks and she could feel something huge and hard forcing into the crack of her ass.
"Doon wan no cock in my ash!"
A resounding smack on her ass jolted her forward and left a red splotch on her asscheeks.
"Hold still, you damn whore!" a voice bellowed; The hard object probing her asshole moved downward, rubbed against the lips of her pussy, then a body slapped against her as the stiff object was thrust into her unwilling cunt.
She wiggled her ass, slapped at the man with a free arm.
"Doon wanna fuck dog-fashion," she wailed. "Wanna fuck right!"
The tongue was licking her nipple and a firm hand grasped her left tit. She slapped at it.
"Go 'way ya ashhole!" she gasped in dismay. "Doon wan'ya bitin' my tit!" She slapped again.
The massive hand cracked down on her hip and she flinched. The voice behind her was demanding that she hold still. The groin of the cocksman beat against her asscheeks as the stud fucked his shaft into her tight cunt.
No man had ever treated her this way before and she wouldn't put up with it. She thrashed at the figure in front of her, pounding him with her fists. The hold on her body loosened, the cock in her pussy was removed and a soft voice spoke in her ear. A gentle hand grasped her arm.
"Come with me, honey. I got rid of those assholes. Let's you and me find a place we can be alone."
She felt a gentle tug on her wrist and moved along with him, away from the noise, the grasping hands and the vulgar voices. She decided she liked the owner of this new voice and forgot that she was naked.
"We can be alone here."
She knew he had taken her somewhere in the house and she sensed it was a bedroom. His arm was over her shoulder, guiding her and she moved along as directed. Then she knew she was standing beside a bed and he was urging her to lie down onit.
"There's a lot of ways of doing it, pet," he was telling her. "It's nice when the gal hangs over a chair. It's also good when she leans over and grasps her ankles with her hands. That pushes her beautiful ass up in the air and leaves her cunt right there in the open, just begging for a hot cock to come.
He had his arms around her, was rubbing her back, roving down to her ass, patting the round cheeks with little love pats.
"We don't have to be shy, pet. Cunt has always been on my mind. It's a very nice thing to play with."
He was licking her earlobes and it tickled and she wanted to giggle. He was still talking to her, saying those funny things that was making her feel so much at ease. She liked what he was doing and what he was saying.
"There's more to fucking than just sticking your cock into a pussy. I like to finger the gut a little bit, then, when she is nice and hot and has a lot of sweet juice chipping from her pussy, I jab my meat into her."
Now she giggled and his lips pressed firmly on her cheek.
"Yur funny."
That made him laugh and she decided she liked him very much.
"Fucking is nice too," he whispered. "You get down on your hands and knees and aim your ass toward that corner of the room, then I come over and stick my prick into your little cunt and we go to town. I suck 'em, fuck 'em and pluck 'em. It's all in a day's fun, pet."
He was moving her closer to the bed, putting more pressure on her shoulder.
"All you have to do is lie down, spread your legs and let me stick my cock into you. Then, if you wiggle a little bit, I'll work your cunt into a real pleasure storm. After I'm through, then you can suck my cock until I can shoot another wad and we do it all over again. Ready, pet?"
She was so tired, so awful, awful tired. It would be nice to sleep. The nice man was telling her to lie down and that pleased her. She closed her eyes and sank back on the soft mattress.
She felt something warm brush her lips and realized he had kissed her. Then his lips were on her shoulders and working down to her tits. His fingers were pinching her nipples gently and the sensation was sending electric messages to her cunt, then he was licking one, flicking it, teasing it in a way that was very pleasant and reassuring.
He was so gentle!
She could feel his soft tongue on her stomach, licking the skin, sending tremor after tremor through her body. It was so nice, so pleasing, she loved it.
The closer he came to her cunt, the more she began to tremble. It was beautiful, it was marvelous. It was maddening!
Then she realized what the man's intentions were. She wanted to say no, to tell him that she was married and couldn't let a strange man fuck her, but her voice wouldn't make the words. Instead, she heard herself saying, "My cunt is burning up! Hurry! Stick your cock in me!"
A finger traced a line around her tit. "Be patient," the voice said softly.
She reached for him, seeking his body, desiring to pull him to her, to force his cock into her pussy. She wanted to cry.
"Oh God! It's burning up! Lick it, suck it, do something, please do something!"
Tender, gentle fingers probed the hot lips of her cunt, seeking her clitoris, touching it, squeezing it, bringing it to a firm erection.
"Stick your cock in me!" Melissa moaned in growing passion. "Fuck my cunt now! Fuck it hard! I'm dying for your cock!"
The bed creaked as his weight came down on it and she could feel him moving her legs apart, then the soft touch of his skin as he positioned himself above her. Soft fingers probed the folds of flesh at the opening of her cunt, then the warm round head of his prick was pushed gently into the opening.
He was teasing her pussy; rubbing the round knob of his cock in the juice of her cunt. Then he placed it in the opening again. She wanted to grab it, pull it, shove it into her hot slippery cunt. He was being so slow.
"Push it," she gasped. "Fuck me hard!"
"Here it comes, baby," he whispered in her ear. "Get ready for a real fuck."
His groin banged against her clit as he shoved his cock into the hot sleeve of her cunt.
"Take it, baby!" he grunted. "I'm going to give you all I've got!"
It felt so good she had to sigh. She pushed up against him. She began moving her hips, forcing his cock into the extreme regions of her cunt. It was so exciting, so pleasurable. This was fucking as it should always be.
He was kissing her, hungry sucking kisses that burned her mouth. His arms encircled her, clasping her tight, holding her close to his body, skin against skin, as his groin pumped up and down, driving his cock deep into the confines of her cunt.
"I love you, my darling," he whispered in her ear. "You are so beautiful and so hot. It's a pleasure to fuck you."
Fuck? Yes, fuck. He was fucking her. It was so absolutely marvelous.
"Fuck? Oh yes," she whispered. "Please fuck. Fuck my cunt real hard! Push it real deep! Fucking you is so wonderful."
"You're made to be fucked, fucked and sucked, then fucked again."
Fuck, she thought. What a beautiful word. She repeated it to herself as she peered up into his face. Then his cock began pumping into her pussy. The pain in her cunt increased and she wanted to cry, to scream, to shout with joy.
"Fuck me, honey!" she gurgled. "Fuck me fast! Fuck me all the way up to my belly! I need your cock inside of me. Give me more!"
He forced a finger in beside his pumping cockshaft and caressed the hot lips of her cunt. She was certain to go mad. Her cunt was throbbing. Her passion would only die when his prick started to spurt cum.
"Fuck me, honey," she pleaded in his ear.
"I'm fucking you, baby."
"Push your cock in hard."
"I'm pushing, baby." "Kiss my tits, honey." He kissed her tits. "I love you, honey," she whispered in passion. "I love you too, baby."I want to suck your cock." "After I fuck you, baby." "Harder." He pushed harder."Harder!" He fucked her hard. "Fuck me fast, honey."
She began swinging her head back and forth and that slowed him down. She knew she shouldn't do it, but the pain was so wonderful, so tantalizing that she couldn't hold still. She found herself screaming, begging for more cock, fucking faster.
"Oh Jesus, you fuck so wonderful. Bite my tits!"
He nibbled at the nipples of her breasts but in order to do so, he had to stop fucking. That pained her more.
"No, please!" she begged. "Fuck, please! Don't stop! Push your cock back into me! Just fuck and fuck and fuck!"
He resumed fucking.
He increased his tempo as if feeling the surge of his own sexual release, fucking in and out at a furious pace. Her hands were on his back, fingernails scratching the wet skin. She could smell the odor of sweat and with it the musky odor of her cunt. It was doing something to her, and as his tempo increased, her own sensations mounted and she clutched at him, holding him tight, pulling him down until his head was next to her own, his ear brushing her lips.
"It's so beautiful, honey. I love your cock in me. Push it hard and beat my cunt with your balls. I love the feel of your balls. Fucking is so grand.. Oh… Oh God.. I'm… I'm. Jesus, honey, I'm… honey!"
She pulled at him, locked her legs around his torso, and held him tight in a love embrace."I'm coming.., coming… Jesus, honey cunt…It's marvelous…Ohhhh..Ohhhhhh!"
She jerked as he drove hard down on her, jerking his ass against her restraining embrace, then he wiggled, slapped against her cunt again and went limp. She could sense the flow of hot cum as his cock flared inside of her pussy and there was an answering explosion within her own body.
All she could do was cry, "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God…"
Then she bit him on the ear.