A few weeks went by and Sandy and Elton set up housekeeping at her house. However, she never allowed Elton to give up his bachelor apartment. Elton liked the idea of being married and still having an apartment to himself. Basically he was like a recluse. His apartment was in a nice modern building. The carpeted hallways deadened any sound that was made and it was a quiet kind of building. His apartment consisted of an L-shaped room, a very small modern kitchen and the latest in tiled bathrooms. It could really have been made into a very pleasant place, but as Elton is Elton, there were piles of magazines stacked up against the wall. In the middle of the floor there were three suitcases that had been purchased for three different occasions. The first one was three years old and had been purchased for a trip to Florida. The second one was bought for California. The latest was from Bermuda. All three suitcases sat there with their lids gaping open and still partially packed with new and soiled clothes from each of the individual trips. Mixed in among the debris were stacks and stacks of Sunday newspapers. The slick covered magazines were piled so high that they leaned against each other like many drunks trying to hold one another upright. Near the telephone, which sat on a desk next to a wall was a long clip board and upon closer inspection Sandy knew that Elton was a methodical record keeper.
"Do you mean to say that you list every phone call that you make? You mean to say that your so God damn petty that you have to know exactly what time you dial, the number to whom you spoke with and how long each phone call lasted. I'll be damned if I'm going to write down each fucking number that I dial. You cheap recluse son-of-a-bitch. I ought to knock you on your arse. This place is like a little old ladies house, bare aseptic and sterile. That's what you are. I'll bet you really can't even get a hard-on. Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever seen your prod look like a hard cock. Come here you son-of-a-bitch and stand in front of me when I'm talking to you. You no good bastard."
Elton shuffled over towards Sandy, who had now seated herself at the desk. He spoke as she picked the receiver up and dialed a number; "Is this close enough dear? Should I come closer? Write down the number that you dial on the first column of the pad honey. The time now is eleven-fifteen a.m. Write the time in the second column. The name of the person goes in the third column and the number of minutes you are on the…"
"Son-of-a-bitch! You miserable bastard!" Sandy lashed out with her hand as she spoke. The back of her hand caught Elton on the cheek. "Paul. Hi. This is Sandy. We're finally set up. Would you like to come to dinner tonight at my apartment in the village…? Yes. Yes. We'll expect you at about… excuse me Paul… Elton you son-of-a-bitch." Sandy reached forward and grabbed Elton by the balls. She felt them through his pants and underwear and with a hard tug, she pulled him closer to her. She motioned Elton to silence and commanded, "Drop your pants, bastard!"
Sandy heard Paul say, "Gee, Sandy. It sounds like you're going to have a real good time. It's very nice of you to invite me to your party and I'll see you later." Paul hung up.
Elton stood before Sandy. His trousers and drawers in a pile around his ankles. His grey pubic hair made his beginning to blossom boner look like a stunted tree in a grey forest.
Sandy said, "Get your Goddamn peter out of my face and let me finish my phone calls and I'm not going to make any Goddamn list out either. You have your nerve. What in the hell do you think I'm going to do… make your shitty list for every phone call. You just paid my phone bill for $130.00 and you didn't blink an eyelash, so what in the hell is this Goddamn nonsense about?"
Elton interrupted, "Sandy, you know the bill for your phone was $133.65 plus tax and…"
"You bastard. You cheap no good bastard. You have your nerve bringing the exact amount of my phone bill up into this matter. You're lucky to have the privilege of having my bills. Just because I allowed you to pay several thousand dollars, doesn't mean you own me. Because buddy, get this straight now… I own you. You are my slave and you had better God damn well toe the mark." Sandy suddenly swatted Elton's growing dong. Her fingers stuck the head like two or three thongs of a vicious whip. His cock shriveled to a fraction of its former size. It was wrinkled and hung very, very soft and limp. The head laid up against his balls flat. Sandy stood up and shoved Elton up against the wall and started beating on him with both her hands. She grasped the hair on his head and pounded Elton's head against the wall. She said, "Wipe that smirk off your face. You haven't seen anything yet, buddy."
Elton's wang began to grow again and he knew that Sandy also knew what was happening.
Sandy said, "Oh, what have we here? It looks like you're finally getting a hard-on. Come here baby. Let me feel your prod. It looks like it has a little tear in its eye also."
Elton jutted his hips outward and his cock stood out from his body rigidly. He felt Sandy put her palm and fingers into his crotch and her cupped hand formed a tight jock strap. Her hand restrained his now throbbing cock. Elton said, "Oh please. Kiss it. Kiss it." He felt Sandy's hand encircle his shaft. Her hand started to slide up and down his smarting cock. The semen oozed outwards and made his stick slip back and forth on a grease of sperm.
"Enough of this, you fucker. Get down on your knees." She released Elton's cock and it swung upwards slapping his belly. A bead of semen flicked from his cock and struck Sandy on the neck. It's whiteness made her tan look even darker. "You shit head. You bottle of piss. You slimy mother. Come here! Bend your arse and lick your slime off my neck! I don't want any of that shit. Come on. Huffy up, you bastard!"
Elton leaned forward saying, "Oh yes! Tell me what to do. Tell me what to do! Your wish is my command." He felt Sandy's hand grab his ears and draw his puckered lips to the gob of semen on her suntanned neck. His lips touched her neck. It was soft and warm and he could feel the blood coursing through her body. His lips felt the wet semen as they sucked inward. Elton felt Sandy push him away by the ears. He shut his eyes. He knew that she was trying to lock her eyes to his. His protuberance bounced in an arcing motion as he stood upright once more.
Sandy took his cock in her left hand and the thumb and forefinger of her right hand grabbed the throbbing mushroom. She pinched hard and brutally at the mushroom and his cock lost its hard-on and became limp. "On your knees! On your knees? Come on stupid. Get down." Sandy hiked her mini skirt up above her waist and squatted down into the desk chair. She felt Elton get between her legs. She saw that his eyes were shut and his cock was limp, but still wet.
Elton gasped, "Ohhhhh. Ohhhhhhh. Can I suck your cunt. Please, please let me suck your cunt. Let me make you happy. Please."
His eyes were still shut and he heard Sandy's command, "Open your eyes! Open your eyes! Watch what you're going to do. You are going to put your finger between the lips of my pussy and feel my cream dripping and running out of my hot love hole." Sandy brought her hand around and gave Elton a sharp slap on the side of his face. "Open your eyes stupid. Look at what you're doing. You are not paying attention."
Elton opened his eyes and begged. "Please. Please. Let me keep my eyes shut. Let me suck your beautiful cunt? Please let me suck and eat you? I don't want to open my eyes."
"Elton, I'll tell you what to do and when to do it. Now open your fucking eyes and look at my hot cunt." Sandy put a thumb on each of Elton's eyelids and forced open his eyes. His lips were moist and the saliva trickled over the red rim of his lower lip.
Sandy could almost feel Elton's slippery wet lower lip underneath her little man in the boat. She could grind her hot wet hole up against his soft red mouth. "Come on stupid. Put your finger in the cunt hole. Do as I tell you. Don't you like to look at my red hot quim? Don't you like to see the white cream oozing and pouring out of my honey pot? Can you see my protruding love knob quivering for you to suck on it like a small prick. Don't you love my spur cock? I bet you've never had one of those before. Your lucky to have me. I'm a very unusual woman. Did you know that I could fuck you in the arse, if I wanted to. Maybe if you're real good, I'll let you watch me fuck someone with my spur cock. Did you know my girt friend Susan and I always tucked each other. She is the only girl I know who is built like me. You should appreciate me better and when I command you to do something; you had better perform. At tonight's party, you will see some of my toy collection. In fact, I have a couple of things planned to try out on you. Now, open those eyes and suck my red hot dripping cunt. And no nonsense!"
Elton took his forefingers and thumbs of both hands and opened Sandy's luscious looking hot creaming pussy. He gazed into the very depths and saw her vagina squeezing as though her cunt were saying, 'suck me… suck me… suck me.' He saw that her spur cock was becoming more inflamed and swollen and his own wang began to throb once more. He peered up into Sandy's eyes and quickly lowered his head and began licking the pubic hair that surrounded Sandy's excited gash. He smelled the sweetness of her womanhood juice as it poured from her volcanic erupting pussy. His hands ran up and down the outer wet hot lips of him trench. Elton began to lick the outer lips of Sandy's hot steaming sex hole and he continued licking down to her arse hole. He ran his tongue around the brown rim of her arse, licking and sucking at the short hairs. He put his tongue into her arse and tried to grasp at the sphincter muscle that was rapidly contracting and expanding.
"Mother fucker. Cunt lapper. What do you think you're doing," as she grabbed a handful of his jowl and pulled his still puckered lips away from her bung hole. "Suck my cunt. You bastard. I told you to lick and suck my cunt good. You are so stupid. I ought to call you Dumbo, because by the time I am done with you you'll have ears like a fucking Dumbo!"
Elton winced with pain and proceeded to stroke his tongue from the bottom end of Sandy's gash to the top where her spur cock stood out and upright. He twirled and twirled his tongue around her spur. Every once in a while he placed his complete mouth on her nib and just sucked. Sometimes he nibbled at the outer and inner lips of her fiery cunt. He ran his two hands up and down along each side of her cuntlips as his tongue continued sucking. He knew this excited Sandy even more by her jerking movements. He wished that he could touch his cock. He wondered if Sandy would allow him to touch his cock. "My cock aches. Please let me touch it. Please let me touch it," he whimpered.
"Keep sucking. Keep sucking. Don't stop! No you bastard! Keep your God damn hands off your insignificant ugly cock. You call that damn thing a cock. Why just look at it. It can't even stay up. What do you want, bamboo poles to tie around it or maybe I should take you to a doctor and let him put a splint on it to hold it stiff? Let's face it. You just can't cut the mustard. I don't think you ever could. I think the good Lord just made you for me. I think, I alone understand you."
Elton glued his lips to Sandy's writhing red clit and sucked harder. His mind was thinking about the nasty and sexy things Sandy had said and his wang was throbbing. He thought to himself, 'Why won't she touch me? Why doesn't she let me suck her breasts? Why can't I play with my throbbing wang. It is almost ready to burst.' He started sneaking his hand away from Sandy. He was glad that she didn't feel him remove his hand. 'If I only touch myself. If I can only touch myself. Oh, please let her allow me to, touch myself. I can feel my juices bubbling in my balls. Her cunt tastes so good. Oh, how I'd like to put my cock in her cunt. I love to clean every drop of sperm from her lovely luscious sopping wet pussy.'
Sandy's eyes were narrow slits of lust and she was disturbed and angry that Elton was trying cheat her. 'What right did he have to take his hand from her hot pussy and to try to touch and satisfy his own cock. He had some nerve. He isn't a man. He's a slave. He's my slave. He reminds me of a eunuch!'
Elton touched his hot hard-on and his hand cupped and uncupped the head slowly. The semen leaked and made his hand slippery. Sandy's spur cock took on a new dimension. It was as if it were a little boy he was sucking. Her spur cock was just like a small prick. He moved his sucking lips up and down the length of her wee prong and he remembered the time when he was a young boy and he use to try and suck his own prick. It was hard to assume the position. As a matter of fact, no matter how he tried to suck his own prick he just couldn't bend over far enough. When he was a little boy and he use to jerk off six and seven times a day with vaseline. He used to imagine his own lips sucking himself off. In those years the orgasms were fresh and blinding. He didn't even know what they were until one of his friends started to play with him and really bring him to a climax. From then on, the two friends used to go up to the attic to jerk, suck and generally fondle one another. They even use to fuck each other in the arse. Elton especially enjoyed this.
Sandy's eyes fell to Elton's hand and her mind rebelled at the sight of Elton making a spectacle of himself. She wishes that she were at her apartment where she could properly chastise him for this infraction of her new rules. Somehow in his own apartment he seemed to take it upon himself to try some sneaky maneuvers. Sandy stood up suddenly knocking Elton backwards on his butt. His hand was still clenching at his beating throbbing wang.
"All right you bastard. Try this on for size."
Sandy's foot kicked out and her pointed toe that protruded out of her black leather boot caught Elton in the groin dropping him to the bare floor. Sandy's foot ground against Elton's groin pinning him to the floor. Her eyes roamed the apartment looking for some substitute to use as a whip or toy on Elton.
Sandy knocked a stack of magazines over and jack rolled Elton on top of them. At the same time she reached down and stripped the leather belt from Elton's pants. She folded it in half and whipped his prostrate naked body across the buttocks. She swung the belt in rhythmic motions cutting back and forth. Each sweep raised a red welt on his arse cheeks. She muttered half to herself, 'Just wait until tonight! You mother fucker. Son-of-a-bitch. I'll make you pay for this!' Elton rolled to his back exposing his belly, chest and balls to Sandy's punishing whip slashes. He felt them bite into his tender nipple tips. He held his hands up and pleaded, "What did I do? What did I do? I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I won't do it anymore! I promise."
Sandy lashed out once again and with extreme accuracy caught his cock and balls with one swipe of the make shift whip.
Elton screamed, "Eiiiiii. Eiiiiiii." His cock throbbed and two small squirts of juice flew from his cock hole, but before the orgasm finished itself or really got started he had lost his hardness. He watched Sandy move a stack of magazines in front of the desk chair that she had been seated on. The stack of old magazines was about cock high from the floor, if Elton stood on his knees in front of the chair. Sandy resumed her position, cunt exposed and spread legged in the chair. The stack of magazines was directly in front of her.
"What are those for, dear?"
"Get over here on your knees, Dumbo!"
"But, the magazines are in the way, dear."
"Listen stupid. Get on your knees in front of me. The magazines are supposed to be between us. All right Dumbo, put your cock on top of the magazines!"
Elton's hand reached down and took hold of his flaccid tool and gently laid it on the cool stick paper covers of the magazines that were piled high in front of him. "Do you want my balls on there, too?" His eyes were shut.
"Open your eyes. How many times must I tell you." She punctuated her last statement with a slash of Elton's belt on Elton's now flattened out tool that was supported by the magazines. Sandy kicked her boot off with a swinging motion of her leg. The boots that she wore were made of a very soft kid leather and hugged the calves of her legs. The zippers allowed for this type of quick removal. Sandy's foot was still raised high as the boot flicked across the room and struck the far wall, upsetting Elton's broken down non-playing old style phonograph.
Elton winced, "Please be careful honey."
"Oh, shut the fuck up." Sandy placed her foot on top of Elton's cock and balls forcing his limp peter down onto his ball sac in-between both balls. She rolled the ball of her foot back and forth and Elton reached forward to touch her breasts. "Did I give you permission to touch me stupid? What the fuck do you think you are doing? You started to suck my hot pussy, so why in the hell aren't you. Just wait until I get you home."
Elton licked his own lips with his tongue. The taste of her cunt juice was still on his chin and upper lip. The moisture from his saliva re-awakened the cunt smell and taste that Sandy had left a little while ago. The thought of having his lips glued to her flaming orifice again raised Elton's desire. It heightened his desire to please Sandy. After all here was her slave. He flicked his tongue around the whole genital area and gradually narrowed himself down to the sensitive area of Sandy's inner lips and base of her spur cock. He felt Sandy's foot grinding down hard-on his limp penis. The more he worked her cunt and the more feverish she became; the more he felt his sex being punished.
Sandy writhed and squirmed with great pleasure. The sensations that her private personal cunt lapper gave her raced through her vagina into her belly making her nipple tips itch, and tingle. She released her hands from Elton's head and moistened the thumb and forefinger of both hands in the mixture of saliva and cream that dribbled down Elton's chin. This slipperiness when applied in a pinching sliding action of her nipple tips made Sandy moan, "Ohhhhhhh. Ouuuuuuuuooooo."
A certain gentleness manifested itself, but she screamed out. "Suck. Suck. Let me hear. Come on you cunt lapper. Come on you cunnilingus. Do the only thing you're good for. Suck! Suck! Lick my spur cock. Can you feel it throb?" Sandy's eyes narrowed still further. Now they were mere slits of desire and lust, ready to explode. She started to tremble and the muscles in her thighs stiffened. She shook as if she were cold and her love juices ran from her cunt onto Elton's tongue and down into his throat.
"Slurp… Slurp… Slurp…"
"That's it mother fucker. That's it bastard. Suck me. Suck me! Suck my juices out. Don't drop one little bit. Don't you wish I were your mother. Didn't you ever want to suck and fuck your mother? Your mother was your master, wasn't she?" She felt Elton's lips sucking and nibbling more furiously at every part, nook and cranny fold of her almost ready to come hot fiery cunt. She stiffened her legs, convulsively and pinched her nipples with all her strength. Her head fell back over the chair and her blonde hair hung straight downward. Her eyes were white and her belly muscles were drawn inwards. Sandy's cunt dilated and drew back. The juices flowed heavier and the tingling built to a crescendo and violent orgasmic climax.
Elton felt Sandy's foot relax and just rest on his crushed cock head, shaft and balls. He removed his lips from the smaller, but still inflamed spur cock that now relaxed in between Sandy's hot nether lips. "Can I go to the toilet now?" He waited for an answer and asked again, "Please may I go to the toilet?"
Sandy whispered, "Yes. I have some phone calls to make."
"All right dear, you don't have to write the information down. Tell me and I'll write it for you."
"Fuck you. If you're going; go. This sure is a dump, but you can keep it. While you are in the bathroom, wash your cock in ice cold water."
"Why, cold water?"
"So you won't beat your meat, stupid. Anyway I want to get the hell out of here. So hurry up. I have to prepare dinner for Paul tonight. He's coming over. Maybe I'll even invite Tom and his dog Bijou over. You know he lives next door to me. So hurry up. Put your arse in gear and straighten yourself out. Chop! Chop! Let's go!"