Ten minutes later, a pretty young girl was stretched out on the bed on her stomach casually flipping the pages of Glamour magazine. She was shaved, showered and foo-foo'd… and bare ass naked. It always got things off to a fast start when a customer walked into a room smelling of faintly sexy perfume and found a nude woman already on the bed. Psychological, perhaps, but it was like 'instant hard-on' and it always worked. Especially if her clothes were hung up out of sight and the room was free of clutter and coverings. Just a big wall-to-wall bed… and a bare body in the middle of it. Good business. A guy was hard put to get his pants off before the size of his dong got stuck in the zipper. It was a subtle production line technique. It netted her nearly twice the profit in a night as her fellow workers who opened the door chastely wrapped in a robe. After all, she was in it for profit, not pleasure. She smiled to herself and chewed her lower lip thoughtfully. Tonight, perhaps, there would be a little pleasure too. She sure hoped so. It had been so long. She turned a page, then another and another, and then she saw it. The magazine advertisement… 'some people do everything in a big way' it said… a lovely blonde girl stood before the big new model Cadillac, one hand on the car door, the other resting on the shoulder saddle of a huge harlequin Dane… 'big dog, big car, big savings' it said in great glaring print 'why not have the very best?' Carolyn looked at the ad with a look of gentle longing. It was a magnificent animal, a truly fine male.
When the soft knock sounded at her hotel room door, the voice from within brought raised eyebrows and learing smiles to the faces of the three men who stood there.
"Come in…" a honeyed voice purred from within, "Come innnn… the door's open."
There was a fumbling at the knob and three tall rather embarrassed looking faces peered down at her naked body on the bed. Languidly, Carolyn rolled over on her back and looked straight up into three pair of surprised wide eyes, one knee bent and waving gently over her body. She waited till they closed the door.
"Hellloooo," she whispered hoarsely up at them.
"Aaa… aaa… hello." One of the men stammered. "Aaa… I'm Bill… and that's Harry… and that's, that's??? What's his name?" he whispered to Harry.
"Hello whats-his-name!" Carolyn looked up at him with deliberately wide innocent eyes. It was hard not to smile when the man gulped noisily and nodded his head.
"Aaa… what can we call you?" the first man said.
Carolyn turned her head to stare up into his red face.
"You can call me… in time for seconds… all around!" She purred in the much practiced professional voice which had put $3,000 in the bank for her in the past months. She stretched luxuriously, spreading her naked body into a wide ivory-bodied X upon the deep red bedspread.
"Jesus!" someone said reverently.
Carolyn crooked her finger suggestively at the nearest man, the tall older man they referred to as Harry, and patted the bed beside her.
"Aren't you sort of uncomfortable with all those clothes on… Harry???" she purred again. "I'll just bet you all look better without them."
She let her eyes roam between the three men, starting on their surprised faces and sliding suggestively down over their padded shoulders to the virtuously zipped flies of their dark blue suits, pausing a moment to stare at the growing bulges, to purse her full lips and lick them with her tongue. Slowly. The men seemed frozen to the floor. Good grief, she thought, real country bumpkins. She'd take care of that. She stretched once more, then let one hand slide down over her flat stomach and play with the dark curls of her crotch.
"I wish you'd all hurrrry…" she sighed and let her middle finger slide in and out between the hairy lips.
Clothes began to fly. She heard the sound of one, no two, buttons ripped from the cloth and rattle across the floor. She watched the spider-veined arms appear out of shirt sleeves, flabby muscles shake in their hurry, skinny legs and knobby knees, fat soft stomachs and hairy flopping balls. Carolyn watched without expression. They were a far cry from the lean hard-muscled animals with their sleek well-groomed coats and their bright honest eyes. Suddenly she was surrounded by white sunless buttocks and grasping hands, and she closed her eyes and opened her mouth to the slack lips and probing cigar-tasting tongues.
"Beautiful tits," she heard a voice say and felt a squeezing hand and a hot wet mouth.
"Hey, d'ja see this? She shaves!" and a callused working man's hand rubbed hard across the inner lips of her tender flesh. "She's got hair out where it shows… and she shaves between her legs! Isn't that a crazy idea?"
"You know what that means, don't ya?" Another male voice chuckled in response. "That means she's one of the ones that likes it all the way. You know, french!"
"You mean she likes to… to…"
"Yeah, ya dumb bastard. She'll even let ya eat it!"
"Jesus!"
Carolyn felt the hot breath on her legs first. Even with her eyes closed, she could follow his faltering progress on his virgin trip into the interior. He was on his knees at the end of the bed, she could tell, and he had very gently pressed her legs apart and was poking experimentally at the parted lips. She deliberately snapped them at him, and was instantly rewarded by a gasp as he sucked in his breath. She felt the hot breath come closer and closer. Spreading her legs as far as her position would allow, she waited for the wonderful feel of a warm tongue between her legs. There was a light brush of his lips and he pulled away. What in the hell, she thought, oh please don't let him quit already. She moaned softly and wriggled her hips invitingly. There was no other way to ask for it, one of the men had buried his thick tongue in her mouth and the other was licking all over her breasts. Her arms were pinned beneath them. She couldn't say anything or reach out and pull his face between her legs. She wriggled the hairy little hole again.
There was a harsh groan from the vicinity of her parted legs and the feel of his five o'clock shadow rubbing hard against the tender flesh. His short stiff tongue made quick exploring stabs into her hole. Ohhhh it did feel good. Not so good as the long hot thick tongues of the Danes who used to lick her from anus to button. But it felt good.
She began to suck on the probing tongue in her mouth. It tasted of stale tobacco and bourbon but it was stiff and it was eager and responded instantly to her sucking invitation. It buried itself deeper into her welcoming mouth, making crude wet sounds as he gasped occasionally for air, groaning when she sucked hard and moved her puckered mouth up and down over it like a working penis in her feathery hole.
The man at her breasts had stopped kissing them and was watching his friend's extended tongue screwing in and out of the prostitute's sucking mouth. God, it made him hot! He looked down at the man between her open legs and watched him bury his face in her wet crotch and come up damp and shiny from her hot cunt. Jesus! Jesus! Jesus! He never knew anything like this went on. Leastwise he never took part in it before… or watched it right before his eyes. His own hot cock was throbbing so he thought it would burst. He wanted to shove it in her paid-for pussy but it was full of mouth. His friend's stiff tongue was still screwing the other end. God. He was gonna bust, sure as billy hell. He looked desperately at her rolling body, and the big breasts which rolled and pitched with their own full weight. Suddenly he raised up to his knees and straddled her body, burying his aching rod between the fat breasts, holding them tight together with his hands and began to thrust into them. The head of his fat penis peered out the other side of her compressed boobs and pointed straight at her face. In and out it went, back and forth between the firm heavy globes. It wasn't wet like a woman's cunt but it was exciting. Exciting. He watched the man's tongue still pummeling her mouth, watched her cheeks suck in and pull at it. He watched the man's swinging prick as it rocked between his knees. He turned his head as far as he could and saw that the pussy eater had raised to his knees and was skinning back his hard cock ready to throw it to her.
She knew it had begun. After a hundred cocks in heat, she knew all the symptoms. She could feel the jarring rhythm of the man squatting over her breasts and the leaking warning that spewed forth in small droplets on her white skin. It was too late for him to stop now, he would spill out his sperm and waste it… and she had not begun to cum.
Now the man at her thighs began the regular pumping which meant the beginning of the end. So soon? She cried silently. Not so soon! She began a frantic thrusting of her own heated pelvis. Maybe she could make it before it was too late… but the desperate heaving of her body against his was like a fuse to his ramming penis and he came in short, jabbing, jerking movements, filling her with the evidence of his own satisfaction but leaving her brimful of need. No, she thought. No! No! No!
She tried to pull her mouth away from the hot tongue of the excited man who kneeled beside her. He thought she was trying to get away from him because she was nearing the point of orgasm… and he had done this to a professional prostitute with only his tongue. How exciting! Too exciting, he felt the beginning rush of hot semen in his dangling balls, racing up the heavy vein beneath his short fat penis and there it was, jerking its wet wonders out on to the girl's arm pinned between his legs and on the red bedspread. Christ, he thought, what a waste of money. He'd have to pay the broad fifty bucks each for the three of them and all he got was a bedspread fuck while she frenched his tongue. Damn bitch probably did it on purpose. She probably got him hot so he'd do it that way and she wouldn't have to clean up afterwards. Christ. Fifty bucks apiece. He looked at his friend and saw his sperm running in slow trails across the woman's chest. He'd got screwed out of any cunt too. The other guy, whats-his-name from Charing, Oklahoma, was squatting over her hairy twat, and looking sorta embarrassed and silly about it. Well, maybe he got a little tail but that was probably only cause she was so busy fuckin' the two of them out of their just desserts. Christ, he repeated out loud, Christ.
He eased back off the girl's arm, careful not to smear up his own legs with the cum that wet the spread. He looked down at her in disgust. She lay still, breathing hard, her face turned to the wall. She looked almost like she might be ready to cry or something. What'd she have to bawl about? He was the one who got screwed out of a hundred and fifty bucks cold cash. He could'a jacked off on the john and still had the hundred and fifty. Christ. He pulled his pants on and zipped up his fly angrily.
"Come on, you guys. Stick it back in your pants and let's get the hell out of this clip joint." He grumbled and watched the two men raise organs on the edge of the spread. He looked at his watch and shook his head. "Not quite twenty minutes. Can you imagine that? Not even twenty minutes and this fuckin' broad makes a hundred and fifty bucks for just laying there and making us do all the work. That's Atlantic City for ya. Next year I'm gonna insist they hold it in Hoboken like we said. Christ."
He pulled three fifty dollar bills from his money clip and slammed them on the bare dresser top.
"There ya are, chippy. A hundred and fifty smackeroos and you got three good screws to boot. What a racket!" he pulled open the door. "Come on, let's get the hell out of here. Why waste any more time on her?"
Carolyn didn't move. She didn't open her eyes or move away from the thick white puddles of semen that ran down her sides and made wet spots on the dark red spread. It had happened again. Nothing. Nothing. Three normal men had paid to have sex with her and she should have been excited and she should have cum and she should have… should have… she should have gone home to Tamarack on the early bus like she planned to do. It wasn't any use. It was her. There was something wrong with her.
She raised up and sat on the edge of the bed and her eyes fell upon the open magazine lying on the floor a few feet beyond where one of the men had thrown it. It was still open to the advertisement for the big new Cadillac convertible… and the picture of the big harlequin Dane. Carolyn stared at the picture for several minutes. A single tear welled in her eye, slipped over the brim and made a wet train down over her tender tit with its teeth marks and blood burns.
"Where'd you say you lived, Miss?" the man behind the long counter asked curiously. "The old Martindale place?"
"Yes, I believe that was the name the real estate man said would be on the escrow papers, Martindale or something like that." She smiled up at him.
"Hmmmm," he shook his head dubiously. "Kind of a lonely old place for a pretty young lady like you, seems to me."
Carolyn smiled tolerantly. Tamarack was a friendly town, and a curious one as well, but then most small towns were. It was all part of being friendly.
"Will that be cash or check, Miss?" he asked when no further information was forthcoming.
"Cash." Carolyn answered quietly, counting out the bills. "Four, five, six hundred dollars and… what did you say was the tax? Three dollars? Six hundred and three dollars. There you are. You can just mail the pedigrees to me when they're ready."
She picked up the two heavy choke chain collars and walked over to the viewing runs.
"Oh, we'll have them delivered to you, Miss. Just as soon as the Missus gets back from Charlestown with the big station wagon." The kennel man said anxiously. "They're pretty big animals, even if they are pups. Must weigh all of eighty, maybe even a hundred pounds each! You just don't know how big them Great Danes get, little lady. You couldn't handle them all by yourself."
Carolyn smiled.
"I forgot to tell you, Mr. Norris," she smiled up at him. "I'm a professional dog trainer. I have a great deal of… of experience… with Great Danes."
"You?" the kennel man said incredulously, "A pretty little thing like you train Great Danes???"
Carolyn nodded.
"But… but you're so small and delicate like," he stammered, finding it hard to believe, "Aren't you afraid of them?"
"Mr. Norris," Carolyn smiled a little sadly, "I'd be afraid to try and get along without them."
She walked back to the runs, slipped the gate hasp and swung it wide open. As the first playful pup jostled his way through the opening, Carolyn slid the heavy choke chain about his neck and pulled him down firmly on his haunches. He looked up at her with surprise. She walked up close before him, pressed his massive head against her legs and scratched him behind the ears.
"Good boy. Sit! Sit!" She smiled down at the inquisitive big eyes and pressed his head hard against her legs again. He sniffed, and let his head remain against her tight capri pants. "Good boy. I think I'll call you Monarch."
Holding Monarch's chain securely in one hand, she moved to the other run and released the gate catch. A moment later, another huge beast rested against her leg and lowered his head between her legs to have his ears scratched.
"Samson," she said slowly. "You are built like a Samson, strong and handsome and virile. I shall call you Samson."
She scratched his ears for a moment longer, then Monarch's, then pulled them both up sharply by the chains and led them to the front door. She paused to wave goodbye to Mr. Norris and both dogs settled on their haunches at her sides, pressing their massive heads against her capri-clad legs.
"I never seen nothing like it!" Mr. Norris drawled softly. "Why, them two big brutes is already a'following you about like they was a couple of courting swains. Jest never seen nothing like it! Isn't that real nice, now, that they're so devoted to a pretty little thing like you. And so soon too."
"Yes… isn't it?"
Carolyn smiled, a little sadly, and led her charges through the door and out into the crisp fresh sunlight of a Tamarack spring morning.
Yes, she thought as she walked down the long shady lane, yes, isn't it nice that they're so devoted? And so soon, too.