Message-ID: <3153eli$9708200911@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Jefferson Harris" Subject: Rules of Engagement....prostitution and pornography Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-MimeOle: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE Engine V4.71.1008.3 Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <5tdsjh$l2s@goofy.snet.net> Chapter 1 "Hey, Sarge, mail call!" The private in charge of the company's mail dumped a package on my rack, causing a cloud of dust to rise. I waited for it to settle to the floor of the tent before picking it up. By the size, I knew I had a new tape from home to watch later when I could get some privacy with the VCR. and there'd be a letter too. Finishing off the watch bill for sentry duty that I had been working on, I sent my clerk off to get it posted. That was the last duty of the day - not that being on my own time meant having anything to do in the desert. I'm about ready to start things with the rag heads myself just to get it over with and be on my way home. Sue always warned me that staying in the reserves was a bad idea and the fucking Iraqis sure drover her point home. I miss her and she misses me. The business is struggling without me to make some of the decisions she doesn't want to be responsible for , and I'm so goddamnned horny after six weeks of this shit that I could explode. I know Sue though, and she's sure to have sent material in the letter and tape that will at least give me some diversion in fantasies. I managed to score with a nurse from Rhode Island, and while that was nice, she has no where near what I need; only Sue has ever been able to provide me with that. Screw chow, I'm reading my letter now. "Dear Simon, Well, Honey, they keep telling everyone all this bullshit about when you're coming home, but I don't believe any of it anymore. I followed your advice on contracting someone to edit the tapes that were left over when you shipped out. It works out to about seventy minutes, and we've got a firm deal with the producer you were negotiating with. The copy I'm sending with this is pretty rough, but I decided to leave some room for the cutters. The guy I contracted was very good with your equipment; he even cleaned up and calibrated everything so all the gear is in good shape and will be ready for you to ge to work on our next project. You were right that it wouldn't be too expensive - only a grand, since he was willing to take a lot out in trade. (I'll tell you more about that in a minute.) So our finances are doing really well and we should be able to afford a great vacation as soon as you get back. After the editing was done, I had all the gear moved back into the basement, so we're saving the rent on the studio. That's a small help but mainly I was worried about the security. I've got some contacts though and we won't have any trouble setting up shop again. Maybe we should got a bigger place. You know how hard it's been to keep secretaries with all the racket and weird people coming and going. I've kept Joni on to handle letters and to catalog all our material, and she's also doing the copyright searches we need. I think the expense is well worth it to keep a trained and agreeable employee. Besides, you remember how much trouble we had finding fluff until she came along. I miss you a whole lot though, and love you like crazy, and you'd better get home soon or I'll just jump on a plane and come over there and you can explain it to the brigade. Oh, yeah, let me tell you about the wheeling and dealing I did with the editor. Remember the black guy in the hotel way back when in Boston? Dave is a dead ringer for him, only nicer. He was asking for two thousand which seemed a little steep for me so I started bargaining. You know how hard-nosed I can be. I told him what the copy was, and he took the position that doing that kind of work was risky. I argued back that we didn't have anything on tape that was known to be illegal, just a bit outside community standards. Finally he got to the point that I knew he'd come to; wanting to get into my pants. So I let him and that got the squeeze cut in half! He was here for a week, and what I did with him amounted to an all nighter in the aggregate, so I got the deal somewhat above scale. But I needed it too, Honey. That was the first cock I've had since you left and nothing else was cutting the mustard, ya know? I hope you're not jealous. But since I'm pretty sure you're not, I'm going to tell you all about it. Once we agreed Dave didn't waste any time, I was all for it too, and he pulled out a massive cock. He was already leaking pre-cum and was hard as a rock. Even so I had to peel his foreskin back to get at his cockhead. It was great, he could cum and stay hard and cum again over and over - a lot like you do! I was horny enough that I came during the first fuck, even though it only lasted a few minutes. He must have cum what felt like a quart, and that's what set me off. He let me rest a few minutes, pussy-wise anyhow since he stuck the thing in my mouth still shooting the last of his jizz. But he didn't go soft at all, stayed just as hard as when he first showed me that dick. I was having a blast sucking his cock and licking his balls while he started eating my pussy. He had a really fast tongue and got it going around my clit until I was about half crazy. The he ran it up my asshole and made me cum so hard that we both lost balance and slipped off the couch onto the floor. (You`d have been proud of me; didn't let his cock slip out of my mouth even though we landed kind of hard.) He wanted to keep on 69ing but his dick was too big for me to take that underneath him so we rolled over and I sucked him dry. It was fun Honey! We got to get him back down here when you get back so we can take pictures and let you have a whack at him. The rest of the week was just fine. He'd work for a few hours, screw me, work some more, screw me, screw me, work a few hours. He was really into the tapes and got off on editing the stuff with me in it. What turned him on the most was finding out the other guy in some of those scenes was you; you're so popular, Honey! I think Joni nailed him a few times while I was running errands. I should of adjusted the bill for that, but knowing how scrupulous she is, she probably did it on her lunch break. The tape includes all the scenes with Johnny, (your copy doesn't have any facials so you can show it around the bivouac) all the dildo stuff with me and Lucy, and the rape scene with the bikers last summer. I just got a call from California, Majestic is buying - they're offering fifteen for unlimited use with royalties. (Looks good since that's about what you estimated.) Since all the stuff you did on the computer got us back our investments (we're still getting two or three thousand a month in regular orders) and all the other expenses are paid for the year, I'm going to agree to the price. That means I won't need spending money, so any tricks I pull will just be for fun. I am a little jealous of that nurse you told me about. Your downfall is going to be women with big tits (I know the feeling). If they're not compatible with me, I just may divorce you! You stay safe, no hero bullshit, I want you to come back here fully functional and ready to take over. You got me buster? I love you Sue" Sue's mention of Johnny brought back some pleasant memories. The loop she was talking about is something we've never sold as a video before, only as stills that were digitized for computers. Sue's the one who found him. Johnny was working at the print shop next door to our studio; we sub-let some space for their filing cabinets and Johnny came over to store some printing plates. Our business was going slowly that day, I was out of town laundering our money and Sue was hanging around to cover the phone when he came in. It was a hot afternoon and Sue was wearing a dress with nothing on underneath. When she saw him she decided to see how much she could tease him. The dress was low cut and when she leaned over she could show quite a bit of tit. He was filing but kept looking over where Sue was leaning over one of the computers. The cabinet stood right next to the safe where we keep our master disks so she went over to put some away and while she was stooped down she could see his peter straining against the material of his pants. She couldn't contain herself. Later she said, "Honey, when I saw the size of that bulge and how hard he was getting, I just couldn't control myself any longer." She stopped teasing, dropped the disks, and grabbed his cock. In moments they were both naked and when she saw how large he was she made him go slowly so she wouldn't get hurt. She's tall so he got behind her and moved his cock between her legs letting the top slide against her pussy lips. She told me that when she looked down his penis was sticking out so far that it looked like she had a cock of her own. She went crazy and they were down on the floor fucking when his boss came over looking for him. Sue had an orgasm just as the door opened and the boss just stood there dumbfounded, then shook his head and walked away. We incorporated Johnny into our efforts with video. The loop that we shot (the frames were captured to a computer and sold over our BBS) was of Johnny fucking Sue doggy style. The camera is above and shows his eleven inch by three inch cock working its way into her pussy. Sue was on the third day of her period and I had just fucked her to loosen her up; the mixture of blood and cum makes it look pretty gory. Sue managed to take him all the way in (no mean feat for any woman). The fucking starts out slowly and speeds up to a blur until Johnny was ready to cum. He pulled out to jack off onto Sue's back where her handcuffed hand was there to help by rubbing jism into her ass cheeks and then shoving his cock back into her pussy. After we were done shooting Sue and I both went down on Johnny's cock. There was more than enough for both of us. Licking the blood mixed with his cum and mine turned both of us on and Sue and I took turns jacking Johnny off until we could make him cum again. She looked so damn good with both hands wrapped around that big, veined monster. Her tits bounced from the force of her pulling and the eager anticipation in her face as he was about to cum was only outdone by the look of bliss she had as his jism shot into her mouth to run down her chin and drip onto her tits. Sue couldn't take any more abuse to her pussy but I was able to make her cum with a butt fuck which turned Johnny on again. Sue stood up with Johnny behind her and me on my knees in front and it looked like she had about a five inch cock growing out of her bush. She played with it the way men do when they jack off and she put it in my mouth and rubbed it on my face just as I do to her when she blows me. Johnny's cock is way too big for steady fucking so sucking him and jacking him off are the way we usually handle him. His pecker is so big that I even have trouble getting him in my mouth; Sue can never get more that the head in. Like I said, letters from home are good. But she went all that time without any cock. Poor girl. The other stuff not cutting the mustard meant she had been sticking with women for fun. (That meant the one of the reasons for keeping Joni around was for her pussy eating talents as well. I can't blame her for that - Joni is very experienced at cunnilingus and will eat pussy at the drop of a hat. Some real fun has been to have Joni go down on Sue while I fuck her; Joni works over my balls at the same time, it's great.) She probably turned some tricks in the interval, but neither of us counts that as sex so much as work. In fact, Sue would count Dave as work under normal circumstances (but her horniness made of her think of the bargaining in that light since I'm sure she was waving her tits and ass around just to get cock as much as a good deal). Jealous? Hell, yes!! I'm missing action with the hottest lay I know and don't even get to watch! I could really go for fucking her right now while watching her suck a big, black cock. I never have been able to get a good view of anyone sucking my cock so I like it when I can watch her take a pecker into her mouth and use her tongue and lips to make a guy beg for mercy. My favorite position is with her on her back, me inside her but up on my knees while another guy kneels next to her so that she can turn her head and suck him in. It's pretty cool the way she'll play with a man's balls and ass while she polishes his knob. She likes to have long ones to suck so she can get both hands on his shaft and jack him off down her throat. Using leverage from her mouth and hands she'll bounce so that her pussy slides up and down on my dick and her tits jiggle like crazy. Watching Sue get airtight is fun too. Shortly after she moved in with me I had some friends over and she managed to get a cock in her pussy, one in her ass, one in her mouth, and one in each hand. I was the one in her mouth and the guy whose face I was straddling was bi so while Sue was sucking my cock he was sucking my balls and licking my asshole. Sue has always wanted to do that on a regular basis since she could then turn five tricks at once. She's greedy so when it comes to selling snatch she's all for expediency. We managed to duplicate that a few months ago so that it could be taped and Sue will be famous nationwide once the video is released. The only difference was that instead of doing it on a waterbed she was on top of a chopped Harley. We shot it at a biker bar in Providence and drew quite a crowd since only two of the men were professionals. Along with the group fuck Sue sucked twelve cocks, fucked twenty three times with her pussy, six times with her ass, and gave handjobs to another five. We also staged her and a barmaid 69ing on a pool table with cocks sliding in and out of their pussies. The group was done outside and we had to shoot it and then split before the cops could show up. Sue made all five of them cum though and it's about the most active fifteen minutes that anyone will be likely to see in the movies. This will also be the first time we didn't just shoot stunt cocks and pussies. Sue's face will show in whatever Majestic puts out and I think she's about to become a star. We'll parcel out loops for the industry and then advance Sue through the exotic dancing routine. We're going to do that with a twist though. Instead of just having the guys buy pictures of Sue sitting on their laps, we'll arrange for them to get a Polaroid of her giving them head or with their cocks up her snatch. The lap sitting shots go for a twenty while we figure we can get fifty for ours and up to a hundred if she goes ahead and fucks them also. I'm making some good contacts over here with all the females. The one I'm hosing regularly, Libby, is a really hot little bitch and after we had fucked a few times I started bringing up the subject of her making movies or turning tricks. She's fascinated by the idea and is eager for all of us to go home. I told her about the things that Sue does and it really turns her on. She wants to meet Sue and hopes that she can lose her lesbian virginity to her. That's no problem since Sue has a real weakness for big tits and fragrant pussies. Libby is raring to go. She's balled a few of the guys in my unit an she admits to having a thing for black cocks. Something else she has in common with Sue. Both of them share the opinion that I am what women fantasize about when they have dreams of black men. Only I'm white; so they close their eyes and they've got everything they want right in bed, or on the table, or the couch, back yard, front seat, or whatever. Libby calls it rape without tears. Chapter 2 Simon Beach had enough of rules, regulations, orders, and all the chicken shit that went with having spent six years in the Rangers. It was all a pain in the ass and even though he stayed in the reserves, where he figured that he'd be more or less safe for a couple of hundred a month, he had no intention of letting the rest of his life get caught up in blue or even white collar bull. So when he got home to New London at the age of 25, he stolidly collected unemployment and looked around for something challenging to do. The usual local jobs at General Dynamics or the chemical plant were out, and doing some kind of stuff at the Navy base was beyond question. So it was no surprise to him that, toward the end of the six months he could collect, he wound up in trouble. Typically, he was hammered out of his skull, trying to pick up some woman who seemed willing. Her boyfriend had other ideas though, so he cracked the boyfriend's head and got carried away to be a guest of the local government for a night. Waking up in New London County jail wasn't the most pleasant of experiences. Doing so with a hangover to find a crowd of blacks making ungodly racket just made it worse. The fact that they seemed to be beating someone up was of no great significance to Simon; it was the noise. Training took over and Simon made some enemies, got some respect, and rescued a little, white kid as sort of a bonus to getting the creeps to settle down. Simon groaned his way back to the bench he had claimed as his own and settled down with his head in his hands. The kid joined him. "I'm Sam Goodwin, thank you for helping me, I thought they were really going to fuck me up." He extended his hand. "Simon," He looked the kid over, nice clothes, musical voice, a little delicate. Probably not a kid, just looked young. "You a fag?" "Would that bother you?" Sam reddened slightly. "Naw, I'm in here for public butt fucking myself, I'm very tolerant." Simon struck a match with a thumbnail and lighted a cigarette. "Not entirely, I'm bi, but I do prefer men most of the time, and that's good in my business since I don't wind up wasting the efforts of my employees." Simon considered that for a few moments and decided he didn't have the mental apparatus to figure it out. "Huh?" "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm in here for procurement." He accepted Simon's offer of a light. "The big one over there that you threw in the toilet is one of my competitors. He was thinking of working me over to get me out of the business, pretty dumb, my girls are not at all in the same league as the sluts he has giving blowjobs in alleys." "Hamm..." "What's your story." Simon shrugged and gave him a thumbnail sketch. He put heavy emphasis on the events of that evening as he still wasn't used to the injustice of it. Sam listened patiently, asking a few pointed questions, and when Simon was done he offered him a job. "Doin' what?" "Protecting me and my girls. You've obviously got the talents and skills for it and things are getting rougher in this trade with the expansion of the town and industry. I don't need that much protection for myself - being in here tonight is more for harassment's sake than anything else, and those guys over there aren't likely to bother me at home. But the girls can get into messy situations that I'd like to have covered. You wouldn't be the only 'bodyguard' I've got. It's a typical business expense." Simon was starting to feel human again and what was being offered sounded good, but he was suspicious. "What do I have to do with you? I mean personally?" Might as well get it out in the open if it was going to be that way. Sam looked thoughtful for a few seconds, knitted his brows, and then his face lighted up with a big smile. He laughed, "Simon, you're a big, sexy hunk, but I wasn't including anything sexual for me in the bargain. Not that I'd refuse, but that isn't necessarily good business. You won't even get any of my girls for free. I would deduct a fair price from your retainer, less than the going rate of course, but you're under no obligation to engage in sex on the job or as a condition of employment. Unless you consider watching to be the same as engaging." Simon shook his head. "Just what are we talking about in terms of money here?" "One hundred a night, a bonus whenever you do have to use muscle, all medical and expenses of the job. All under the table, naturally," Sam ticked off each item on a finger then returned to his thumb, "and discounts on the product when off the job, as I said before." "Let me think it over when I've sobered up some. You got a phone number or something?" "Tell you what - your bail shouldn't be very much - when my lawyer gets here we'll get you out and we'll talk some more over breakfast." Sam was sizing Simon up. After all, some romance with this guy would be fun if it ever came about and the way to a man's heart (and things considerably lower on the anatomy) was through his stomach. Just getting Simon comfortable with his company would be a good start. In the meantime, having protection for the girls enhanced would be quite enough. Simon thought over the state of his finances and decided that the risk of being pawed was worth the chow and bail money. He wasn't too concerned about his virtue - switch hitting had been almost obligatory in the seventies and even though men never turned him on he'd managed to learn how to give a creditable blow job. He figured that since it hadn't messed up his head or turned him off of girls that it couldn't be dangerous. Besides, there wasn't much chance of doing something like that over breakfast. "OK. It's obvious I need the help." "Good enough. My lawyer ought to be around any time now. Once I see her, I'll have her post your bail and we'll wait for you out front." It was only minutes later that the warder came for Sam. As he left, a lot of grumbling from the other side of the cooler had to be silenced by Simon's waggled finger. Twenty minutes later, Simon was being shown the door himself, armed with his personal possessions and a form telling him how much trouble he was in and when to show up to face the charges. Reaching the parking lot, he spotted a late model Volvo and saw Sam wave to him from the passenger seat behind Sam. Looking up, he saw the most startlingly gorgeous woman he had seen in at least ten hours. She had that well-groomed look of a well-bred woman, though she was dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt. From his angle, Simon could see that she did things for the sweatshirt that hadn't been the intent of the designer, but would cause them to sell like wildfire if she were in their ads. Being barely human, Simon was fuzzy on the introduction, but he caught on that the curves, medium blonde hair, and deep blue eyes belonged to Betty. She let the clutch out and they were on their way. Between the police station and sopping up the last of his egg yolk with toast, Simon learned that Betty had worked her way through law school as one of Sam's girls and, once she had put out her shingle, had become his permanently retained attorney. Along with that, she had managed some good practice suing insurance companies and was doing very well. During the meal, Sam had made a phone call and, when they walked out of the pancake house, he directed Simon to get a ride from Betty as he climbed into a waiting Lincoln. Betty drove Simon to his parents' house in Mystic, making small talk along the way. Before he got out of the car, she handed him a card. "Sam told me about his offer. Answer through me - either call or drop in if you're near the office once you've made your decision." She patted his knee in a not motherly but not overly suggestive fashion. "He's good people to work for." Simon crawled out and stood in the street, gazing after her until she turned the corner. He was very thoughtful. He remained thoughtful through the hassles of dealing with Mon, recovering his car, and an abortive attempt at a date with an old girlfriend. He even remained thoughtful in his sleep. The next morning, he picked up the phone and dialed Betty's number. She was in court, so he left a message that his answer was yes, and that he'd be near the phone all day for a return call. He spent the rest of the morning figuring out his meager finances and decided that he'd be able to manage an apartment now that he had an income. A few phone calls had him set up to look at a few places ranging from Groton to Old Saybrook the next day. Just before noon, Betty called, and by eight that night, Simon was working. Sam ran most of the business from a motel in East Lyme, right on the interstate. One of the billboards for the place included the phrase "Easy on, easy off" - and that had become the nickname of Sam's business. All of the girls worked out of the hotel and its bar, only the really good ones went out as call girls. Simon was needed mainly to roam the halls, keep track of which girl was in which room, and keep an ear open for trouble. He learned immediately that there was more going on than mere fucking. virtually all the johns wanted something extra that they couldn't get at home, and that usually consisted of having another girl or another man. Mainly, they wanted an audience. So that first night, Simon saw several of the girls in ones or twos service their customers. All in all, it was fairly relaxing and fun, and Sam gave him a girl that night as a starting work bonus. It was just as well, since Simon was as horny as he'd ever been. Lisa was a specialist. She got most of the clients who were into anal sex - that paid a premium that she was willing to earn, although Sam rationed her so that she wouldn't develop medical problems from the usage. Sam introduced them as business was winding down at three in the morning, and left them in the bar to their own devices. "I liked the way you handled yourself when I was with that truck driver. You were very encouraging to him, and that got him out of there faster." "Thanks. The only thing I wanted to make sure of was that you could handle the slapping around and didn't need to be rescued. He got the idea to cool it just by me coming in and since that was obvious, I didn't see any reason why he shouldn't get what he'd paid for." "C'mon, let's go find a room." Shortly after they were naked and in bed and Simon was vigorously licking Lisa's pussy and clit. "Yum, you're pretty good at that, most men aren't...girls are usually better." Simon brought her to orgasm quickly and then crawled up to enter her. He pressed the head of his cock against her pussy lips and used his hand to vibrate it. Then he made circles around her clit before forcing himself into her. "Jesus! Christ you're big...o-o-o...." Simon wasted no time with gentleness, he began to fuck her as hard and fast as he could. For Simon that could go on for several hours, he had learned a lot during his tour in Vietnam and adding to that a natural endurance made it nearly impossible for him to cum without willing himself to. He shifted her body so that the top of his cock would glide in a straight path toward her g-spot, but then stop short without actually touching it. That caused Lisa to involuntarily grip making her uterus ride up so that the head of Simon's cock slipped under it. That applied the pressure directly to the ultra sensitive front pussy wall giving her a dazzling experience. Within a few minutes Lisa was half crazy with pleasure and began to beg; that's when Simon stopped moving. "Ah-h-h-h...you bastard, oh my god, oh my god, shit...fuck me, oh my god..Simon, you asshole! Fuck me!" "No." He looked straight into her eyes. "You don't even like this. Why should I do all the work? Who ever heard of a whore cumming anyhow? It's not like you don't have a cock in you all day or something that you'd actually be horny." "You son of a bitch! Just fuck me, don't stop!" Lisa dug her fingernails into Simon's ass and tried to pull him into her but she wasn't strong enough. "If you want me to fuck you so bad why don't you just cum right now? That might convince me that you really want this. Just think about having my cock all the way back inside of you, pounding away, stretching your pussy...that ought to be enough to make you cum. Huh?" "Shit, I am...oh my god, how did you do that? My god I'm cumming...." Lisa lost all control and her orgasm washed like waves through her body. Simon could feel the rippling of her muscles and as her spasms churned up through her cunt he thrust into her as deeply as he could. Lisa fainted. She was only out for a few minutes. Simon had just lighted a cigarette when she rolled against him shivering. She looked up at the clock and then at Simon's still hard pecker. "Don't you get enough, we've been at this for over an hour, aren't you ready to cum?" Simon laughed lightly, stubbed out his smoke, and rolled her onto her belly and pulled her up to her knees pulling her ass onto his cock slowly and smoothly while reaching around to squeeze her tits. "I never get enough fucking. Do you want me to cum in your ass or save it and cum in your mouth?" "Baby, cum in my ass and then let me suck your cock empty and lick it clean, o-o-o, careful, I don't think I can take all of you." "I thought this was your specialty." "Yeah, but most guys who do it have smaller cocks, I need to stretch for you." "What would you need to do for me to butt fuck you right off the bat and sink all the way in?" "I'd probably need to have at least a couple of other guys first, get me wet and ready, Christ, you're thick. I think you can go a little faster and deeper if you want now. Yeah, stay right there a second, I like the way it feels to have your balls against my pussy." Lisa began to move back and forth on Simon's cock and as she did he met her thrusts with ones of his own until he was fucking her ass as hard and fast as he had her pussy. He started to spank her in time with his strokes and that made her rock back and forth violently and her ass cheeks turned pink to red. Then he leaned over and pulled one of her tits around to bite the nipple almost to the point of drawing blood; at the same time he took her hair in his hand and pulled her straight up and then down again. Letting go of her tit he pushed her up and down, spanking her as she was on all fours and mauling her tits when she was upright. Watching in the mirror he took in the lovely sight of her tits bouncing as he slapped them and as he felt her start to cum he allowed himself to. The sensation of his cum jetting into her asshole was all it took to send her over the edge; pushing her down on all fours again, pulled his cock out of her ass and rammed it into her pussy as the second jet was spurting out of his cockhead. Fucking her deeply he finished his ejaculation and then pushed her off his dick while remaining on his knees. Lisa turned around and took his dripping cock into her mouth living up to her promise. Lisa finally pulled away exhausted. Nobody had ever fucked her so long and hard and made her cum so many times. While trying to catch her breath she counted up at least a dozen orgasms including one while she was sucking his cock. After being a whore for almost five years she thought she had felt everything a man could do. She glanced over; Simon's cock was still hard and what he was doing to her nipples was making her want more. This time they made love slowly and very gently. Lisa drifted into a state that was almost dreamlike between sleep and sexual excitement at last falling asleep as she felt Simon cum deep inside her, the last thought in her mind was that she couldn't wait to tell the other girls about this. Chapter 3 The next few months went by quickly for Simon. The work was just as predicted by Sam. Generally boring; having to listen in on other people fuck, as happened about half the time, got dull. There were a few times when his retainer paid for itself, mainly the idea was to go in and protect the girl from harm and not beat up the customer. Sometimes they just freaked out but there was no intention of losing the business. On several occasions Simon had gone in, settled things down, and then departed to leave the girl to finish her business. It was a basic break-even that had to be considered. Johns couldn't get away with damaging the girls because losing a girl to the trade meant losing some of her regular customers. Paying medical expenses could quickly eat up the profits on a girl too. But losing a customer to rough treatment could be just as bad so Simon acted as a firm but gentle influence to straighten them out. Most of the time that worked with just his presence being made known. The only troubles really came when several egged each other on. Simon could easily out fight a half dozen half-smashed business men so he never got hurt and the girls rarely did. The girls liked him around, they felt safer and after work he was somebody to talk to along with a man who knew how to make them feel good about themselves after a night of selling their bodies. Simon was so good with the girls that Sam stopped charging his pay for getting laid. It was well worth it in the attitude improvements; somehow Simon made the girls all feel good about being whores. In the meantime, Simon was also doing odd jobs for others; one was a break in to obtain evidence for Betty, and here and there Simon did a convincing and effective roughing up of people delinquent in debts. He avoided any specific 'mob' work preferring to remain totally independent and Sam supported him in that. Simon became well known in the areas around Old Lyme and Saybrook as someone who could help when all other avenues had failed. Sam didn't want to lose Simon's energies to other activities though but the only way to keep Simon fully occupied would be to give him more to do. After talking at length with all of his girls, one at a time and in groups, he came to the conclusion that he needed Simon to get interested in turning tricks himself. It would be a delicate situation and better to let Simon get into it by offering the work with very demanding aspects. "I've got a slightly freaky customer who wants something special that I've never really catered to before." Simon eyed him over his glass with his best 'oh yeah?' sneer. Sam shook his head. "Don't jump to conclusions, it's nothing queer, just out of the ordinary, and I'm only bringing it up to yu because of special circumstances." Simon leaned back, arched an eyebrow and said, "OK, shoot." "I have a john who wants to be beaten up...beaten up under special conditions. And it's more than just a freak out thing otherwise I'd have somebody just take a tire tool to him. What he wants is to have the illusion of getting caught fucking somebody else's wife, have the husband show up, slap them both around, rape the girl, and shove him out the door." Simon mulled it over for a few minutes while Sam puffed a cigarette nervously. "You want me to beat this guy up and fuck the girl in front of him...all while keeping a straight face...give him the boot and go my merry way?" "You've got it. Except you can't be too rough, nothing that he'd have to explain to a doctor or his wife." "He's paying for this?" "Top rate. Your cut is five hundred." "Shit." "There's one catch...he's a U. S. Attourney and I want pictures and tapes of the whole scene. One day he may be a D.A. or a judge and I may need his influence, ya know what I mean?" "Sam you're an evil and underhanded son of a bitch." "Thank you. The girl isn't going to know what's going on. This guy insists that she be surprised. She'll get a hefty bonus." "This is pretty off the wall. I don't make a habit out of fucking in front of other people or rape and you want me to do it while on camera too." "You can pull it off. The girls have told me a lot about you. You'll be convincing and the girl will no doubt suit you; she's quite pretty." "Why me, why now?" "To be frank, I don't want to lose you to other crime...I need you to keep the security going for my girls, and your interests are getting more and more into other areas. So I'm offering you a chance to make what you do for me more exciting." "Yeah?" "The potential you have for income by getting more involved in the trade is enormous. The is more to it than just people fucking; sometimes there's fucking for very specific business reasons and I supply the flesh for that. But to cover those kinds of jobs I need more than just a tough guy; I need someone who's saavy in getting evidence too. I'm really talking blackmail here. In order to survive, for anyone to survive on this side of the law, information is necessary. Not always to be used, but to be held in reserve in case it's needed. You figure in because you've got the skills and motiviation." "What skills?" "Don't be niave, Simon. You were in a recon unit in the Army. I managed to get a copy of yur service record," Sam nodded in response to Simon's raised eyebrows, "phone tapping, lock picking, photography, and several dozen other specialties are at you finger tips. By the way, the curiousity of the police had to be stiffled; I paid for that - otherwise you might have found yourself under a lot of investigation. Law enforcement types don't take kinly to having a loose cannon like you roaming the streets unoccupied." "And you want me to put those talents to work for you. I can understand that." "Not only do I want you to participate but to handle all the chores of bugging rooms and phones, filming special clients, and even artistic direction. Afterall, I wouldn't want shoddy workmanship." "Have you done this before?" "To a lesser extent. Now is the time for me to start building up a portfolio of frightened men and women. Eventually I may need them. Hopefully, I won't. I won't use the information and evidence I have gratuitiously, there's no real profit in black mail, at least not compared to prostitution on my scale. But rather than go to jail, or see you or someone like Betty in trouble, I can make a simple swap of photos and tapes for freedom. "I see the point. OK. I'll set up the room. I can't guarantee my sexual interest, but I can probably fake things if that's a problem. It seems to me that intimidation is more what's called for here anyhow." "Pretty much. But the girl in question won't have any problem arousing you. And the kinkiness ought to make it fun too. You'll be playing it by ear so just do what you want as long as you're convincing." "All while Candid Camera is running." Simon had the room set up the next day. Sam already had a good stock in equipment; Simon only had to do some wiring and focusing of hidden cameras. Sam would be activating the shutters from a vantage point behind a two way mirror in an adjoining room. Simon waited in his car for Sam to give him the high sign to go in. When he got the wave he steeled himself and then went in. Bursting through the door he was taken aback almost immediately. The words, looks, and actions of the two player was one thing; the setup was pretty amazing. Before him was arrayed a girl dressed, partially, as a Southern belle with a huge black man between her naked legs. The man's hands were manacled to a chain around his waist and another chain led from there to the leg of a dresser. "Fuck me harder slave boy." Were the words coming out of her mouth as Simon came in. Then from under turned up petticoats she said, "What the hell is that noise nigger?" The black man looked at Simon, very guiltily, and started backing off the bed. As he moved his penis came out of her and he tried to cover himself with his hands being hampered by both the manacles and the size of his cock. "No massa, I din wanna, but missy tol' me to do what she says..." Simon had always prided himself on quick thinking, but this was taking it to the limit already. "What the hell is going on around here?" Simon fetched the guy a ringing blow to the side of the head, knocking him off the bed. The girl was struggling to get the best of her clothes and finally sat up to give Simon the nastiest glare he'd ever seen. She gathered herself for what he thought was going to be a scream and he coldly interupted her. "You fucking bitch, I can't even go into town without you taking advantage of my absence to use the niggers. You slut, you could damage this boy and then I'd be out my prize stud." She looked from Simon to the john, who was cowering against the dresser still trying to cover his dick, and back again. The intelligence was going to work in her eyes. "Well maybe," she drawled, "if you spent more time taking care of me and less time with your nigger sluts in the fields, then I wouldn't fell I had to find my pleasure where I could." Simon pushed her back on the bed and slapped her thighs apart. "I'll give you a fucking bitch!" He opened his pants and pulled out his cock, surprised himself that he was hard and ready, and entered her fully without any attempt at gentleness. She was already wet and open so getting in wasn't difficult. As he fucked her he called her names, made accusations, and slapped her. She added in her own insults and started comparing him to other men in the most rude manner. Simon could see the john playing with himself and her gaze followed his. "See how much bigger he is, no wonder you leave me yearning." "So you want that nigger dick?" "Constantly! Don't you want me to have it? I can show you how I take care of a real man." "Fine! Boy, come here!" The john shambled over looking abashed, a look belied by his huge erection. "Give it to her boy! Right in the mouth. That's it, force it in!" The john put his cock up to her mouth which opened eagerly and engulfed nearly half his length. As she sucked he continued to stroke himself and within minutes he came with an explosion that almost choked her. She couldn't keep all his cum in her mouth and it spurted out between her lips and his cock. And just like that it was over with. The girl pushed Simon away and went into the bathroom, the john rapidly dressed (Simon had missed how he got out of the chains) and as he was reaching into his pocket the girl came out again, dressed more conventionally in jeans. The john pulled out two fifties and left them on the dresser with a mumble of thanks and then let himself out. She looked Simon up and down. "I'm Sue. I guess you work for Sam so one of those is yours." "Simon. Yeah, sorry about the surprise." "That's OK. Things like that are part of the business, I'm sure Sam had his reasons for not telling me." "I hope I didn't hurt you or anything." She looked him over with an appraising eye, softer than her first look had been. "After having that thing in me it'd be hard to be hurt by anything smaller than a truck." She smiled and kissed him lightly. "Besides, you made me cum." "Huh?" Simon was in another one of his brilliant moods. "Ya know, big o, bingo, o-r-g-a-s-m." Simon looked at her blankly. "Well, not much for conversation are you? How about buying me some coffee then? That's the least you can do for a girl you've just fucked while making her suck a cock. By the way, if you can eat pussy as well as you fuck then you'll go far in this business. That's a hell of a nice pecker you've got." Ten minutes later they were in a booth at the East Lyme Howard Johnson's. Simon was beginning to get his cool back and while he did so he examined her very closely. She had to be the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Tall, brunette, big brown eyes, long legs, lips that could melt ice, a nice smooth tan that had no swimsuit lines, and a slender build without being scrawny. Because of the petticoats he didn't know how her tits looked, but the T shirt without bra gave him a fair idea. He knew what her legs, ass, and pussy looked like and remembered the firmness of her limbs. Her nipples hardened under his gaze and he brought himself out the trance to look up into her amused eyes. They talked for several hours. Exchanged histories. "So I'm finishing up school to get Mom off my back, but I really enjoy what I'm doing. I'm making a load of money for having the time of my life. I can't understand why men would pay me for fucking when I'd be willing to do it for free anytime. But as long as they do, I'm willing to take the money and run." Sue said that as Simon let her into her car. She leaned out and gave him a kiss then drove off. Dreams that night woke Simon up. He found himself very aroused and stroking his cock. As his hand moved up and down the shaft he thought of Sue. He sniffed his fingers and could still catch a trace of her pussy juices. That made his dick even harder and using some spit for lubrication he started stroking with a will. He squeezed his balls with his other hand and visualized Sue sucking that big cock while he was hammering away at her pussy. He jacked off faster and harder and as he envisioned the black's cum spurting out of her mouth he let go with a load of cum that shot up into his face, chest, and arms. The balance of his cum poured out and ran down over his hand, penis, and testicles. He rubbed it into his skin and as he fell asleep he thought of her kiss. Chapter 4 "Dearest Simon, Things are going real well over here. Everything except having you home. I guess that they're going to make a real mess out of it. You be careful, I know what your job is and it scares me that somebody will screw up and shoot you. I'm waiting for you to come home and make everything all right. The check from Majestic came in; I hadn't paid Dave yet since he agreed to get it when we did, so I called him to let him know and he came down to pick up his due. That was agreeable to me and there wouldn't be anything to tell you about from that visit except things got kind of cute. Dave showed up in the morning and after screwing around we went out on the deck to cool off. I was sitting in the chaise and he was in a chair next to me where I could reach his cock to play with it. You've got to understand the setup: the sliding door was open but the drapes weren't all the way back so from the living room all that could be seen was my body from about the waist down. I had my legs apart and was rubbing my pussy; his cum was still running out of me. Got it so far? Well, our neighbor, Bob Whatshisname, the one who works for Dow, wanted to borrow the lawnmower. Can you imagine anything so prosaic? Like the jerk he is, he just came in the front door since it was open and wandered through the house. Apparently he saw me through the door and had no idea that I had company. He must have watched me play with myself for several minutes and listened to me talk about fucking and sucking without knowing I was just trying to get another hard on out of Dave. It was too good for him to pass up. He stripped off his clothes and came jumping through the door to surprise me with his manliness. (Wasn't too bad an entrance, 8.3 overall.) At that moment I had been leaned over, face up, licking Dave's cock from underneath. I sat bolt upright, bashing myself in the nose with his dick, and there Bob was in all his middle aged glory, rock hard and ready to go. Honey, I started laughing. I just couldn't stop. Dave was getting huffy with Bob, Bob was getting defensive, and I was hysterical. Then I noticed that both of them still had hard ons and that made me even more hysterical. Once I got myself calmed down to giggles, I pointed out to them that there was plenty for both of them. That got me an impromptu threesome. Bob's got a little cock. Really too bad because he's so enthusiastic. But I didn't mind that since Dave's is big enough and with him in my cunt and Bob in my ass I had a delicious time. It's been awhile since I've had a nice butt fuck - the night before you left as a matter of fact. Don't worry about Bob being a nuisance. I told him a little about our lifestyle and that he could bang me now and then, but that he wasn't really my type. He's cool about it and isn't puppy loving me or anything and only came over for a blow job one other time. I enjoyed the hell out of the snapshots you sent of you and Libby. She's gorgeous. I'm gald she's taking care of you, it's bad for your health to go very long without pussy. Will she come visit? I hope so. But just who in the hell took the pictures? If you're doing something twisted with that girl I want to know all about it. Send some more, Honey, I've gone through two vibrators looking at this set. Yum, I want your cock in me. I love you Sue" Another stellar letter from home. This one included some snapshots of her own; looks like Dave and Bob had some fun with the Polaroid. She's right, Dave does look like the guy from the Boston hotel. The second time I saw Sue was to take her to Boston to cover some business up there. I was to be her protection while she worked several clients who were executives at one of the shipyards. Apparently, this was being provided by one of the unions in order to sweeten up a contract. Sam didn't need any material collected on them, just cover for Sue. She was coming up by herself since she was going to visit relatives along the way, but we agreed that I'd ride back with her so I took the train. Arriving in Boston, I made our connection and got settled into the room. It was a large suite, two bedrooms, she could work in one and I could keep an unobtrusive eye and ear on things from the other. It was pretty mundane and the work was over in a few hours. These guys were all quick and to the point, they just wanted some tight, young pussy to give them a good fuck. Sue delivered. By early evening she was done, showered, dressed, and ready for dinner. Dinner went as dinners go and so did the downtown exploring we did. Back in the room we didn't waste any time and were in bed in minutes. At first we just made out, but for Sue making out includes sucking cock. She's got lips just made to go around a cock and looks sexy as hell when she gives head. She licked my balls, all up and down around my cock, and damn near made me cum; nobody had ever gotten me so close with just a blow job. She sensed that much more would have me going crazy and she leaned back on the pillows. "Simon, you don't really want to do that do you? I mean, I just fucked those guys a few hours ago and maybe you shouldn't." "You're clean. You must've spent an hour in the shower. I'm not worried." "You sure?" I licked her clit with the tip of my tongue. "I bet you'd like to have a full pussy while I do this." I sucked it between my lips and flicked it against the back of my teeth. "Oh, yeah, hmmm." She arched her back and forced her pussy up. "How would you like a cock inside you while I suck your clit?" Her hands ran from her hips to her tits and back again. "Oh, jesus, that would be good." I teased her nipples with my fingers. "Would you want it long or thick?" I ran my tongue up into her cunt canal and fucked her with it slowly. "Thick, really thick...god!" I sucked her pussy lips into my mouth and pinched her nipples. "Thicker than mine?" "Yeah, lots thicker." She lifted her hips and her breathing started coming in gasps. "Do you want me inside you with the other cock?" "Your cock?" "No, my tongue." "O-o-o, that would be cool." She pulled at my hair with one hand and rubbed her tits with the other after pushing my hand out of the way. "What if I pulled the other cock out and rubbed it against your clit? Or against your pussy lips and asshole?" "Jesus..." "Would you want me to suck it?" Taking my hair in both hands she pumped my head up and down, grinding her cunt into my mouth. "The other cock?" "Yeah." "Yeah..." She rubbed her clit as I moved my tongue lower and into her asshole. "And would you help me suck it?" As I returned to her clit with my mouth she rubbed her pussy juice on her nipples and then licked her fingers. "Oh, yeah, but watch more while you did." "Would you shove that cock between my lips?" "Yeah, o-o-o..." "Do you want to watch me fuck another woman?" "H-m-m-m...yeah, black woman, big tits." "Do you want to eat her pussy after I fuck her?" "Jesus, Honey, oh god!" She began to change color, flushing red and deepening to purple. "Do you want me to catch yo fucking some one else...come in the door just as you're cumming around his big, thick dick?" The veins in her face and neck stood out, pounding as her orgasm overtook her. "Oh god, don't stop...don't talk...eat me..please make me cum..." That night and most of the next day we spent fucking and it was great. During the afternoon Sue went out shopping and I loafed around town taking in the sights. Little did I know that Sue had plans. She had been very specific about us meeting back at the room at five. I walked into the suite and heard noises from the room she had used the day before. I went in to find Sue on top of a big black man. She was facing his feet and pumping up and down on a very thick and hard cock. As I walked in she looked up at me and I could tell that she was on the verge of cumming. The guy started to lift up as he saw me but Sue pushed him back and then lay down on him. She cupped her tits in her hands. "Eat me Simon. Please eat me. Make me cum. Please." I looked down and her pussy was stretched around that dick, her clit was standing straight out from under its hood. I knelt on the bed and took her clit into my mouth. I could feel the spasms run through her body. I flicked it with my tongue and sucked it gently between my lips. "Do it like you said last night...please?" I forced my tongue into her, she pulled up on teh cock so that only his head was in her and my tongue got in past him and licked the inside of her pussy. I took hold of his cock and rotated it so that it forced her open even more, then I pulled him out and rubbed the head against her clit, pussy lips, and down to her asshole. She was watching me. I placed the cock against her pussy and started sucking her clit again. The guy was loving this. "Suck him for me." I licked the head of his cock, then down the shaft; she moved in order to watch me. Then I teased her with my tongue some more and then suddenly wrapped my mouth around his glans. Sue started rubbing her clit and she got off of him in order to move down to watch me. She couldn't quite contain herself and took the cock into her own mouth and then we swapped back and forth for several minutes. Sue tore at my pants, got my cock out and rolled me over on my back to mount me. Once she had me in her, she got the black to roll onto his side with his cock between our faces. She rubbed that shaft all over my face while jacking him off. He came in our faces which made her cum and that made me cum. Sue collapsed onto me and licked the jism off his dick and my face while she kept pumping my cock with her twat. She wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered into my ear that she loved me. Chapter 5 "Dear Sue, Things are a lot more mellow here that what you're reading in the papers. (We're calling it Operation Desert Wait.) Don't worry about it. In the unlikely event that there is any action, it won't take long and I won't be all that involved. Being in a reserve unit has its advantages. I'm glad you liked the pictures of Libby. She's definitely going to come for a visit when the shit is over with. She's never had another woman, but she's really interested in you. The pictures were taken by an Arab teenager we hired. They come cheap. He was in seventh heaven when I let him fuck Libby and she had a blast watching the two of us sixty nine. She'd never seen two guys do it before and she masturbated up a storm while watching me suck his cock (she really adores that). Libby also drooled over the pictures you sent of Dave. Like you she has a real appreciation for black cock. I'm impressed by Dave myself, I'll bet you adore the curve he's got in that pecker. I got my three days R & R on the cruise ship. Got into a three way with a couple of guys in a supply detachment and a blow job on the bridge from (yes, really) the cruise director. She was really sweet. Don't get your pussy stretched out of shape while I'm gone. If you're too loose from fucking when I get home, I'll nail you in the ass to work up the friction. But send pictures of whatever you do. I love you Baby Si" Simon is so sweet. And so are the pictures of Libby. But I wonder if Simon will bring home the other two guys. It may sound like I'm totally size crazy when it comes to cocks and that's pretty much true. Black men have always been able to satisfy me. Simon is one of the few white men who ever has. The average black man has about eight or nine inches of cock. Simon once explained that to me as having something to do with acids in tropical vaginas and natural selection. But it just boils down to niggers have big dicks. But Simon is no slouch. Like most men he gets bigger once he's inside, but unlike the others, the increase is exceptional. Measured outright he's about seven inches long but when he gets in he fills me up just like a dildo I have that's over eight and a half inches long and almost three inches in diameter. That's a pretty big dick if you ask me and I ought to know; by my recollection, I've had several hundred of them. Despite his size, Simon's cock is very comfortable. He can reach places that other guys can't without wearing me out. And he can last forever. The main attraction to fucking black men is that they're so cool when they're getting white pussy. Forbidden fruit. Simon likes to watch me fuck them and he eats me out whenever I've got a stud that'll go for it. Most of them do because they really think they're something to fuck me in front of my husband in the first place and having him eat me while I cum on their cocks really turns them on. Really special ones will get a blow job from Simon and they love that. I've made it a point to be good in bed. It's not always necessary to be good when turning tricks, but I always wanted to be. I became a call girl because I like watching men cum. When I can make Simon cum, he looks so sexy. I don't have to work for it though. He understands how much effort I put into work and he'll let me relax and be passive with him. One of his biggest kicks is to tie me up, go find a strange man, bring him back to fuck me while I have to take it. We've made lot's of friends that way, and I even turned the tables on him once. I tied him up and went and found a strange woman for him. I embellished on it though, because I first went and found another man and had him fuck me while Simon was all trussed up. Simon isn't bisexual in the classic sense. He is almost never turned on by men per se. He sucks a man's cock, though, and is fun to watch. Somehow, that doesn't affect his masculinity in any way. I think he mainly does it because it turns me on so much. After our trip to Boston, when I fell in love with him, we started working together on a regular basis. Sam had that in mind in the first place; I think he saw how much alike we were and knew that we'd make an expert team. Sure enough, we did. My rates at the time for an all-nighter was three hundred - Simon and I started pulling in thousand-dollar tricks when we worked together. Johns all want to get the same thing: to feel good about themselves. Simon and I managed that together in a multifold way. One: the john makes a whore cum (I can cum on the basis of suggestion, and Simon and I worked out the ways to make that happen every time. The johns knew that I came because my color changes and stuff made it impossible for them to think I faked it.), two: make a girl cum in front of her boyfriend/husband (that makes them feel like real stud), and three: throw in some of the experimental homosexual stuff that they're all interested in. Simon and I had talked it over with Sam, and he agreed to set us up with the clients. Our first one was a little rough around the edges, so we used Simon's apartment. The john was identified to me at a bar and, with the exchange of a work, he knew that I was the girl he was supposed to pick up. I took him to the apartment and played a little nervous about my boyfriend showing up unexpectedly. The john went into seductive stuff, very well done, I might add, and within a few minutes I was getting out of my clothes as he was his. For this one, I wanted to stay on the couch, using the premise that if my boyfriend showed up, I could shove him out the front door and run into the bedroom. The john followed that, assuming that anybody would come in the kitchen as we had. Only Simon knew to come in the front. I got arranged on the couch facing the door up on my knees so he could fuck me from behind. He was very smooth, nicely hung, and knew what he was doing. i was having a good time. By that time, Simon would've been on the porch looking through a gap in the curtain to judge the timing of his entrance. I gave him our pre-arranged signal by lifting myself up and playing with my tits. And WHAMO, the door slams open and Simon dashes into the room. I had gotten caught up in the fantasy myself, and was on the verge of cumming, just seeing him made me let go and I felt the john cum inside me at the same time. That was enough for that setup. Just getting caught was enough for him. After that we refined things quite a bit. Some guts want to go with fighting, me getting beat up, him getting beat up, homo stuff, and all kinds of variations on the theme. The only common thing was having me cum. Fucking for money is hard work, and a girl can't always relax enough to have an orgasm. So Simon trained me. It's a lot like hypnosis. Using visual and verbal cues, Simon can make me cum under almost any circumstances. If I'm in the middle of fucking and feeling good, then it doesn't take much, but he can also take me into an orgasm from a cold start. We practiced the getting caught scene over and over. When he says the right things to me, I can cum while just giving another guy a blow job. Naturally, that is a valuable tool, and I get premiums for doing it. Unfortunately, that has also made me dependent on Simon to cum. Without his permission, I can't do it. While he's gone, for instance, I can fuck anybody I want, but can only cum under certain conditions. Some sort of territorial prerogative he needs makes it so that he forbade me to cum while in the shower, on the kitchen table, and some of the special places we've been. Oh, I can fuck there if I want, but I won't be able to cum. The only time that has turned around on me was a time when Simon was out of town and we had just spoken on the phone right before a trick showed up. simon was going to be home that night so he teased me really bad and told me I could only cum with the trick if he had dark hair. Imagine my disappointment when the john came in and was a blonde. Shit! So I went to work and he started fucking me standing up. I was enjoying it, but no matter what I did, I couldn't get blonde hair out of my mind. Then I looked down to see if maybe watching his cock move would turn me on enough, and found that his pubic hair was black! Holy shit! The bastard bleached his hair! I lost all muscle control and didn't do a thing for him. He left disgusted and refused to pay, and Sam had to hive him another girl. Just reading Simon's letters is enough to make me cum. Especially since he deliberately put that idea into my head. He can even control my response to women. That's something I found really incredible. The first time we had a three way with a girl, Simon directed things totally, and at a crucial moment told me not to cum. Sure enough, I couldn't. Then he told me to go ahead, and wham - it was the best orgasm I had ever had with a girl. During the first year or so we worked together, we also had relationships with other people. It was only after he established his control over me that I gave up all semblance of independence and moved in with him. I took a break from hooking after that. We concentrated on each other, and the money he was making made it very easy for me to take a long vacation. But after about ten months, I needed to get back in action, so we decided to start things off slowly since we didn't know for sure if our relationship had changed our attitudes. During that time, I had taken a job as a secretary, and we thought that it'd be better to test things out with some three somes and side affairs rather than jumping right back into turning tricks. My fantasies were really heavy during that time too. Whenever Simon went down o me I'd fantasize that I was able to sneak in another man without Simon knowing. While Simon ate my pussy I'd suck this man's cock. Simon has always enjoyed hearing my stories and I started to either make some up or to relate to him some things he didn't know about. It always made me happy he'd get such a hard pecker when I did that and the freedom to talk led me back into the freedom to act. What started as a fantasy got turned into a reality about a year later and it was probably the sexiest thing Simon and I had with another person. Simon's successes with porno had gotten us some good money and he had established a lot of contacts. One of those is a darling porno starlet who started out life as a man and became a sex sensation during his transformation and final conversion to female equipment. Even then, transexuals were rare, as wer publications and movies about them. It was a difinite kink and lots of producers and photographers shied away from them. So this guy was on the fringes as Simon was getting his start. The hormone therapy tends to make transexuals lose the capability for hard ons, ejaculations, while enlarging breasts, and causing loss of body hair. But Georgette was taking a different tack. He decided to not undergo the full treatment until sure that life as a woman was best. He wasn't homosexual per se, but was concerned that maybe his feelings were psychological rather than physiological. So he had cosmetic surgery to build up some really impressive tits and hips, and shaved away the extra hair. So basically he was a transvestite while trying to get his shit together. He was no gross parody either. Diet and excersize along with the surgery gave him a tight 39-25-38 figure on a 5 foot 8 inch frame. Stunning. Especially along with his average sized but always super hard penis. Simon went to bed with him, had a blast, and the two of them came up with a plan to give me a hell of a nice time. I caught them in bed (not an unusual thing, we're always walking in on each other either fucking or sucking). From my point of view, it just looked like Simon had himself in her lap with his legs around her waist while she was blowing him. Seeing that cute chick eating his peter turned me on and I was stripped down and in bed in a minute. The girl had nice, firm, big tits and she let me share Simon's cock while I tweaked her nipples. I started exploring (I wanted to get some pussy) and my fingertips ran into something hard. Stupidly, I assumed she had a dildo in her but it felt like it was in Simon's ass too. And it felt so lifelike, nothing like any of the doubleheaded one I owned. Then I found balls underneath. Why would you put balls on a two ender? Then I sat bolt upright, looked at Simon, looked at her, and looked between their legs. Holy Shit! I dragged Simon off by his cock and Georgette's penis slipped out of his asshole and stood straight up. I pushed him back and got my mouth around that dick and started sucking it for all I was worth. Simon fucked me from behind in the cunt and ass while I blew that heavenly girl, and then, Georgette fucked me. I can't describe how cool it is to have a good, hard cock in your pussy that's attached to the tits hanging in your face. That got me out of the doldrums real quick. It's too bad that Georgette wound up going all the way; she's still fun in bed, but she was better with a pecker. Chapter 6 It was the witchcraft that cooled Sue off. After that experience she needed to get her head together and make sure she still had control of her destiny. The whole thing had started out being funny, even Simon just thought it was cute. Neither of them suspected that Sue would get pulled into a really alien sex scene that almost robbed her of her profession, her independence, and very nearly her life. The beginning was with a Roman Catholic priest with a yen for the forbidden; he wanted to fuck a nun. Because of the chance that he might someday rise high in the church, Sam had Simon set up the cameras for this one. As a sex scene it was pretty tame. The photos were good and Simon kept several of the prints in order to experiment with electronic duplication. The prints he used only showed the priest's genitals so he didn't keep them segregated from other work and they wound up being published. Unfortunately, the priest had a birth mark that was recognized by one of his homosexual lovers who was also a churchman. The other priest wanted Sue so an arrangement was made. Sue was to be the center piece of a modified black mass. "Honey, this is pretty kinky and I don't know if I like you doing it; if something goes wrong you could get hurt." "I know, but the pay for this is so good that it's worth doing just once. Besides, you'll be there to watch over me." "Yeah, but what if it's more than just coupling with the devil and slurping jism from hell?" "Then you'll just get me out of there as fast as you can. OK?" Simon nodded. As it turned out the whole thing went down rather well. An outdoor ceremony with twelve cloaked and hooded men to ravish Sue on an improvised altar. The priest was the last one to go after all the others had fucked her. Simon could tell from his vantage point that Sue was having a good time. All the men were fairly well hung, not too large, but in the six to eight inch range that Sue could handle for hours without exhaustion. Sue loved all those hard cocks around her; she was disappointed that none of them wanted to jack off for her to watch, the ritual required them to cum in her pussy. As the first ones finished, they didn't seem to mind having her suck the cum off their pricks and she got to use both hands too. All she had to do was lie there for the most part, using only her pussy muscles to encourage ejaculations; she got really, really horny knowing that Simon was watching from his hiding place. Simon kept watch with a pair of binoculars and ran a tally for Sue of her orgasms. She had well over twenty by the time the ceremony was over and when the men left she just lay there until Simon could get to her. Sue could barely walk for a few minutes, but she got it together quickly. Simon helped her back to the van and she washed off using warm water from a ten gallon thermos; not as good as a shower but enough to clean up after a hard fucking like that. Sue decided to douche right away - cum was literally pouring out of her and she gave herself a second rinse for good measure before she felt like she could dress without ruining her clothes. It had been no rougher than a convention. Sue thought is was pretty cool and Simon couldn't see anything to worry about. She turned the trick about a half dozen times during the summer and neither of them were concerned. It was a little rough on her pussy but they were paying her two thousand a throw which was almost double the going rate for gang bangs. Something went crazy and the priest thought that he was going to be turned in to church authorities. Apparently one of the other men was blackmailing him in turn. Simon never found out exactly what started it but one day he came home to find blood splattered all over the front door. Sue was as perplexed as he and they didn't make the connection. Phone calls in the middle of the night, hang up on Simon and abuse Sue if she answered. The abuse seemed to have a Biblical ring to it; the voice called her the whore of Babylon and that kind of stuff. After that, Sue contacted the priest and told him she wasn't playing anymore. The phone calls stopped and things went back to normal. Simon went out of town a week later to cover some girls working a gambling joint. The night he left all hell broke loose. Sue had gone shopping during the afternoon and while wandering through the mall had run into an old high school boyfriend, Vic. They went to a bar and had a few beers catching up and wound up at his place making love. Sue was very horny that day and her tits were swollen from anticipation of getting laid. She knew this guy for a great pussy eater; her memory served her right, and he had a very thick penis which was just what she wanted to get out the kinks. When he was done eating her she got him to fuck her very hard and fast but made him pull out to cum on her chest and belly. His cock shot sperm all the way up into her face and hair and after rubbing it into her tits she licked her hands and pulled her nipples up to lick them clean. She put on such a great show that he got an erection right away and she guided him into her ass letting him penetrate his full length on the first stroke. Her anal orgasm was as intense as the others and she dozed off for awhile with his cock still inside. Sue was very relaxed and mellow, Vic went out to get groceries and Sue was flitting around the kitchen in the nude when she heard the front door open. Thinking he had just come back for something she didn't even look; the next thing she knew was being thrown to the floor and kicked in the ribs. She felt herself tied, arms behind her back. She couldn't open her eyes she was so scared. They lifted her up, forced her face down on the table, tied her ankles to the table legs and started to beat her legs, ass, and back. They pulled her tits from under her and used something metal to pinch the nipples so hard she almost passed out. Then something impossibly large was shoved up her ass; she thought at first that it couldn't be a cock, but she felt balls slap against her pussy when he forced himself all the way in. Then it was pulled out and a smaller one took its place, she felt pressure against her lips and opened her eyes enough to look down the length of an enormous penis covered with blood and shit. It was forced into her mouth and after what seemed like forever he came down her throat while the other came in her ass. Then the bigger one forced his way into her pussy and while beating her ordered her to beg to cum and then forced her to with a knife against her throat. After they were done they painted her body with some kind of symbols she didn't understand and lashed her to a column on the front porch in full view of passing cars. Except for that one look Sue had kept her eyes closed and didn't open them until Vic returned and released her. Sue wouldn't even talk to him, she grabbed up her clothes and purse and drove home as fast as she could trying to dress at stop lights. Inside she bolted the doors and drew all the shades. Sue spent over two hours in the shower trying to wash the filth away; she wouldn't answer the phone until she realized that Simon might be calling. She found the strength to pick up the receiver, but didn't say anything until she heard his voice. "Sue? Sue, are you there?" "Simon...Simon, come home...I need you." She burst into tears and dropped the phone. Simon caught the next plane back. For weeks Sue was in shock. Simon just stopped everything and took care of her. It took the best part of a month for her to regain any interest in sex and then she was afraid that Simon wouldn't want her. With compassion and love Simon managed to overcome her feelings and she soon felt safe with him. Sam eliminated further problems by having the priest and his henchmen tracked down. The three graves were never found. But Sue was sure the rest of the world could tell what had happened to her just by looking at her. She wouldn't consider going back to turning tricks and found a regular job to occupy her time. Working in an office was boring but she managed to get some of her composure and self-confidence back, she picked up several skills that she used at home to help Simon's business and to improve their finances with investments. During those months Simon continued working for Sam - another girl took Sue's place with the customers and Sam advised Simon to not push Sue. Her natural urges began to be felt even though she was enjoying having an exclusive relationship with Simon she felt like she was becoming sexually retarded. Simon assured her that he didn't feel he was missing anything; Sue said she was. "Honey, it's not that I don't want to turn tricks or pose for pictures anymore...hell, I fantasize about it all the time. I'm just afraid that something freaky will happen again." "I know you've got all those desires Baby, but maybe you shouldn't go back into whoring. It may just be enough to fuck around with a few guys or girls for awhile." "I dunno, it was doing that when this whole thing happened. I wasn't turning a trick at the time, just having an affair. Poor Vic. I need you to protect me, I can't just run off to screw around. Everything is all mixed up." "Well, what if we just have threesomes, group things, or swap with another couple? That way I'm around to guard you." "I don't think so. I want to know that men want me for me and not as part of a kinky scene, but then I want you around in order to protect me too. I know that sounds like having my cake and eating it too, but if I feel like the only reason I'm getting a response out of a guy is because he's into watching you fuck me or something then it's just no good." "Well, why don't you accept a come on, bring him home, and I'll be around to keep an eye on things." "But, Honey, I'll want you at the same time. It's almost impossible for me to cum anymore without you, or at least fantasizing about you, and I want to get my rocks off. What better way than if you can join in?" "So I'll so up with the jealous boyfriend routine that we've used on johns and we can work it out from there. As long as he doesn't know it's coming then you'll know that he's after you for you alone, right?" "Yeah, hmmm, I even have somebody in mind." "OK. You figure out how you're going to want things. I think whoever he is will jump at the chance for a piece of you and you'll see that there's nothing to be afraid of." Chapter 7 "Dear Simon, It's great that you're going to come home at last! Even if it's only for two weeks, I need you around again to straighten me out. Things are going smoothly. Finances are perfect, I've been a lounge lizard and enjoying the hell out of it. I don't even have to leave the house for fun anymore since it seems like all the neighborhood men are making up excuses to come over. Must have something to do with my nude sunbathing (it's getting a little late in the season for that now). Several of them just like to sit and talk while I play with my pussy, but others jump right in and eat me or shove their cocks down my throat. I even got two of them to blow each other for me. That was fun! I've stipulated to each that anything they want from me they'd better support your doing to their wives or daughters. Quite a bit of ready acceptance; and from what I've heard from the women, they most certainly want you too. So I've put aside some pussy for you when you get home (maybe even some for me if all works well). I went to Hartford to work a convention last weekend and I've got a 3 day job on the island next week. I'm putting all that money into our vacation fund. Hartford earned me five grand and the 3 day will be worth almost six. That'll mean top shelf in New Orleans. (I hope you'll be back in time for Mardis Gras, wouldn't it be nice to relive our reunion 5 years ago? I wonder if we can find another cake that big?) Just who is that little, black bitch? Shit, is she hot! Will she pose professionally? Just seeing your cock in her mouth was such a turn on that I had to play with myself in the jacuzzi for an hour. And how did you get that suntan on your pecker? It's so smooth that you had to have had a hard on while sunning yourself - what else were you doing? Bastard! See you soon, I love you Sue" Our seperation had been messy and al because of misunderstandings. After the rape and ensuing recovery that took over a year, Sue and I looked around to find that we had been living together for almost three years and that we might as well get married. We avoided ceremony and had a really big party instead. Sue was back to turning tricks then and a lot of our guests were our regulars. Seeing her on our wedding day it was hard to recognize that this was the girl who had spent almost two years getting her shit back together. Even the affairs she started having were somewhat tame for her. It wasn't until she actually turned a trick again on her own that her confidence had come back. The first man she brought in was a black guy from work. She let him make a pass at her, feeling her tits. He was behind her and when he made his grab she could feel his cock against her ass. She pulled away and scolded him. He left for awhile and she called me for encouragement. When he came back she told him that she was complimented by his interest, but having a live in boyfriend could make things difficult. Since he was married too, there just seemed no way of getting any privacy. All through that speech she kept looking at his crotch. Since he was coming up with some pretty lame ideas, she admitted that I was supposed to be out of town the next day and that maybe they could risk his coming over. Sue and I worked out the details and timing that night. She got him over the next evening and I got my cue to come in. They were doggy style on the bed and when he saw me he pulled out of her. I was staring...he had one of the longest pricks I've ever seen, he had to crawl back on his knees to get it out. Sue reached back, took hold of his cock, and rammed it back into her pussy shoving herself against him as far as she could. As it was there was almost as much cock on the outside as on the inside. (Later measurements proved it to be seventeen inches long.) Without a word I went around the bed and pulled my dick out of my pants and stuck it in Sue's face, she swallowed me up. He was just staring so I grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them wide. He still was frozen so I reached down, took hold of the base of his dick and balls and started rotating him inside her. Sue loved it. I directed everything from there. Sue and I both sucked his cock, she took me up the ass while I sucked him, I took him up the ass a few inches so she could watch, and then he and I 69'd while she played with our balls and fingered our assholes. She got him to jack off in our faces and Sue and I rubbed his cum on each other's faces and chests. Finally I had him fuck her ass while she was tied up face down and spreadeagle. That worked so well that we decided to have a girl next. Sam had a teenager that he wanted us to train and that proved to be a very rewarding experience for both of us. Sue taught her how to give a heavenly blow job; how to stroke the dick while the head was in her mouth and to make her mouth and hands work together. She taught her how to suck balls, tongue ass, and everything else from humjobs to swallowing cum with a cock all the way down her throat. The two of them worked out with dildos quite a bit. Sue had on e of the double headed ones and they'd each take an end to practice muscle control. One would clamp down holding the dildo immobile while the other fucked it. The two of them could get a rhythm going where they could swap control back and forth without missin a stroke. They both developed a technique of letting it slip out and then being able to pull it back in using just their pussy muscles. Sue can almost lift me up by grabbing my cock with her cunt - she can do that with smaller men. She can lock a guy in so that he can't move and then ripple her tummy muscles so that her uterus will rub on the end of his penis. It's a really cool feeling and the only thing in the world that makes me lose total control. She can even do that doggy style, which is normally poor for a woman to keep control. She can back herself onto a cock while giving a feeling that it's being sucked into her. That she can do with almost any sized prick, but it's most impressive for the guys who are thick without being overly long. We had the guy from her job help us with that training and we turned the little bitch inot one really fine fuck. Her price rivals Sue's. The only thing she lacks is Sue's imagination and quick thinking. Sue got relaxed enough to have some fun on her own. I kept an eye on her though just to make sure. Besides, it was fun to window peep. I learned some neat things. I took a week off, but told her that I was working out of town. Sam helped me stage that since he understood my reasoning about wanting to be sure she was getting it together while still protecting her. There was a vantage point on the roof that was really good. Since that window overlooked woods we never even bothered to put a curtain on it; matter of fact, we never closed the curtain on the other side facing the neighbors either. The first night I was 'gone' she stayed home and played with a dildo. She jacked it of, sucked it, fucked herself with it, sucked it some more, pushed it up her ass, and sucked again. She's a lot different masturbating alone than she is with an audience. She lets her fantasies come out and the dialogues she was making up were pretty far out. The next night she went out, I followed discretely, and she got picked up in a bar. She took him back to our place and while I watched him fuck her she was telling him all about me. She had a lot of fun with him by telling him that I'd suck his cock a certain way and then demonstrate. She told him how to eat her pussy the way I do and how I'd lick his cum out for her cunt and asshole. While I was peeping I had my cock out in my hand and was jacking off the whole time. She took snapshots of his cock, of them fucking, of her sucking his cock, and told him that she'd show them to me when I came home. (She did too.) She wore him out and gave him the boot. The next night she just had a girlfriend over, one who was straight, and they spent the whole evening talking about men. Sue offered me to this girl and they both spent a lot of time figuring out how to seduce me. After the girl left, Sue took off all her clothes, masturbated on the couch, and then went to bed. I took off to get laid. During the rest of the week Sue got laid a least three more times, once with two men, and I'm pretty sure she got some ass at work (she had been trying to figure out how many of her coworkers she could have sex with; the final tally was five men and three women including her boss and his wife together). When I 'returned' we had some long talks about what she had done and then I proposed to her. She accepted, gave her notice the following Monday, and returned to work for Sam. But it was that which led to the problems of our marriage two years later. Jane was no longer simply filling in for Sue; it was now Jane's clientele along with me. Sue wasn't worried about it at the time and she started doing more and more lesbian tricks. They were easy, fun, and paid well. Then Jane decided to become an actress and just split. Sam couldn't find another girl with talent and I was left with mainly male customers. Our private sex life was still outstanding but she felt like something was missing while I was pre-occupied with trying to get my business started. Things went to shit over a period of months and after a really nasty fight Sue moved out. Chapter 8 "Goddamnit Simon, what the fuck is eating you? Three months ago you were the most popular stud in the state and I was having to turn away business because you were too busy. Now I turn it away because you're not performing." Sam leaned back in his desk chair, lighted a cigarette, and blew the smoke out in a narrow jet. "Sam, shit...look, I just haven't been up to par, splitting with Sue really fucked me up. Hell, the last trick I turned was a total washout. I couldn't even get a hard on. Since then I've been afraid to try." Simon blurted all that out while looking out the window. He was terribly embarassed. "Why didn't you tell me that at the time? Crap! If that's it then you just need your confidence back and we can arrange that." "I don't know about that." Simon was staring at his hands. "The thing that always pulled me through was knowing that I could curl up with Sue afterwards and she'd let me know that I wasn't just a toy or an object. I used to think I did the same for her. Whenever I was with a trick, I'd think abouther, fantasize, and then I could do anything. But without her to take care of me, there's no point in fantasizing about her now, I'm just not able to get interested in anybody else." "You've got it bad. What the hell makes you think that Sue is the critical element? Shit, you were a grown man long before you met her and you did all right then. Your problem is that you're in love and now you're feeling guilty about all the things that you've done; with and without Sue. There's nothing to feel guilty about anymore so knock off the crap and get back to work. We've got the party I'm throwing for the sailors tonight and I'd advise you to get some of the action for yourself." Sam was talking about his irregularly scheduled wing ding that got single sailors from the submarine base in for some relatively cheap pussy. It was a good social service and introduced the bubbleheads to the right way of finding broads. Later in their careers many of them became regular customers, some even wound up earning a few bucks themselves. Sam would make sure the parties were only attended by the young ones who were fresh out of boot camp and probably hadn't had a piece of ass in months. The advertising and marketing end of it worked out well even though the parties were always at a loss. In a few years these kids would be wanting girls to show up for divisional parties, bachelor parties, dolphin drinking ceremonies, and after parties for chief's initiations. Sam had been the only pimp in the area to realize the potential and had built up a significant portion of his business that way. The parties were always staged at a motel near the base, always on a slow night. Sam would rent a wing of the place so the party could go full blast without disturbing the other guests. Simon's job would be to ensure that the sailors stayed in the right part of the hotel and didn't get too wild with the girls or property. Even though the nominal charge of fifty dollars brought in six or seven thousand, there were high expenses. Sam would hire a lot of amatuers from the local colleges but even they cost a hundred for the evening. The regular girls got three hundred. So with fifteen of each working the labor end was six grand all by itself. Consequently, the cost of rooms, bribes, booze, damage, and everything else would amount to a loss. A loss of nearly fifteen thousand was typical. But Sam's accounting showed that parties that cost as much years before had generated customers who would generally spend in the neighborhood of two thousand a year on themselves and bring in other business worth as much or more with their parties. There were even a few enterprising souls who had there wives working for Sam for the household's second income. In fact, about half of the customers were Navy, while almost half of the hookers were Navy dependents. The girls worked their asses off during these parties, but the regulars looked at it as community service and the college brats were just hyper on the excitement of turning tricks. Things started up around seven and from Simon's point of view it was all going very smoothly. No drunks by ten, no fights, no arguments with the girls. It was one of the least rowdy parties he'd covered. Simon was bored. Most of the room doors stayed open, nobody was concerned about privacy so as Simon strolled along he got to make a visual check on everyone. Two of the rooms were being used for guys to wait to get a girl; most of the girls were trying to at least double up, but that still meant that almost a hundred guys were hanging our drinking and talking. Since they could go as many times as they wanted, it meant that some of them were going from room to room, getting some pussy here, ass there, blow job down the hall. Simon was conspicuous being the only person on the floor with any clothes on. In his roaming Simon looked in on Sue who was busy with three guys - she was fucking one doggy style and the other two were in front of her and she was licking from one dick to the other. Simon got a wistful feeling and moved on. Down the hall a very well hung black kid was showing off for his buddies, jacking off and saying that he wasn't going to let the bitches get the easy one. Simon watched until he came and had to admire the kid's cocksureness. By eleven things were beginning to wind down, about half the kids had left either drunk or satisfied and most of the others were just hanging out. A few were still fucking but a lot more were just shooting the shit. The college girls were pretty much played out an only five or six of the regulars were still going strong. Sue and one of the other girls had put on a show for a group of guys - they were eating each other out and letting the crowd gather round to jack off on them. Suddenly there was a scream, shouts, and then all hell broke loose as the place got flooded with cops and shore patrol. Somehow a jealous wife or girlfriend had gotten wind of what was going on and had complained to the base. She had also complained to the local newspaper and a whole cntingent of photographers and reporters followed the cops and marines into the place. It was a rout. Simon managed get several dozen of the kids out windows including some of the college girls who were still around. The pros just lay back and took it easy. Sue got busted while in the middle of dressing and they dragged her away in nothing but a skirt and shoes. The newsmen went nuts taking pictures of her since she didn't even try to cover herself. Simon later got copies and he enlarged and framed one of Sue standing with a scowl on her face, one hand on a hip, tits bare and shiny from all the cum smeared on them, flipping the finger at the camera man. Simon got arrested too, he barely had time to call Sam. Within hours everyone was bailed out. Sam even got the bail up for the sailors adding to the overhead. Betty was up all night getting everything straightened out. A few things helped. Sam had some goods on the base commander and none of the sailors ever got military charges against them. Similar pressure on a ranking police officer got most of the charges dismissed at the next day's arraignment. Betty had gotten Simon out right because she needed help keeping people under control. Sue and the rest of the girls were next and Sam had sent limos down to spirit them away. As Sue climbed in, Simon got the last glance he would have of her for several months. Sue left town. Too much embarassment from having her picture in the papers. Sam set her up to work in Atlantic City and even though Simon was sure he'd never see her again, he didn't bother filing for divorce. Sam told him about Sue leaving in one of the mop up meetings that he, Simon, and Betty had over the following few days. All three of them were exhausted and a few glasses of wine and the softness of Betty's couch got the best of Simon and the next thing he knew was a vague feeling of being bundled up and moved around. Sam and Betty had undressed him, stretched him out on the couch, and covered him up with a blanket. Simon dozed in and out, catching bits and pieces of the whispered conversation Sam and Betty were having. Then he seemed cold but at the same time was experiencing an incredible dream. In his sleep he had gotten aroused and started playing with himself. Both Sam and Betty were interested in watching so they slipped the covers off. When Simon rolled onto his side Sam got down on the floor and started to lick Simon's cock, Betty pulled off her clothes first and then joined Sam in giving Simon a gentle blow job so as not to awaken him. Simon woke up with a start to find himself in Betty's mouth and Sam licking his balls. Betty looked up, smiled, and got up on top of Simon pushing him over on his back. She lowered herself onto his cock and once she was settled Simon felt Sam's mouth got back to work on his nuts. Betty was fantastic. Her perfect body and the heat of her kisses along with the skill of her pussy made Simon go crazy. Sam couldn't stay down there with all the motion and he went to sit in a chair and masturbated while Simon and Betty fucked for what he later said was almost two hours. The two of them went through every position they knew and invented a few along the way. Finally Simon exploded in Betty's ass and Sam, who had been conserving his own ejaculation, moved over and released himself down Betty's back. A large drop of his cum landed between her cheeks and dripped down onto Simon's cock which gave Betty such a rush that she came with renewed vigor in a shattering anal orgasm. Sam left shortly after that, leaving Betty and Simon to their own devices which occupied them for the rest of the night. By the time Betty was done with Simon he was ready for work again. All his confidence was back and even her admission that she and Sam had discussed needing to do something like that didn't make him balk. It was the sincerity of their caring that made the difference. Simon still was in love with Sue, but he'd have to wait for her to be ready to believe that he wanted her back. Sam promised to help if he could, but in the meantime, Sue would be most convinced and happier if she found out that Simon was back to normal and they could once again relate as peers. Long talks had pretty much convinced Simon that Sue thought that he had only stayed with her after the rape out of a sense of pity and didn't really desire her anymore. Sam had said that part of what she was now doing was proving to herself that she was good enough for Simon. it was pretty confusing but Simon had to take Sam's word for it that she needed it that way. Simon followed Sam's lead and by the end of the month was once again living up to his reputation. He managed to find a certain amount of emotional release with some of his female customers who were into submission. Added to the normal role playing of sadist or rapist, Simon would force those women to listen while he graphically described how much better Sue was. He would even show them pictures of Sue and him culled from all the setups they had arranged. Those particular customers loved the variation and it actually enhanced his reputation with many since all women view a man in ove to be the ultimate challange in bed. One woman, Joann, in particular was very interested in what Simon had to say about Sue. She was very taken with Simon and even thought she might be in love with him. But she also knew that her husband was deeply in love with her while Simon was very much in love with Sue. To her, the ultimate fantasy was to have her husband catch her with Simon in such a way that he could hear Simon talking about Sue while she was herself proclaiming her love for him. Simon found a way to do that and the result was his first porno video. The two of them made the whole script up. Not only did the action include them but a scene of Simon with another girl describing how ridiculous it was to have Joann in love with him, and two scenes of Joann, one with another man, another with the same girl, telling them about Simon and her husband all while in the middle of some very kinky sex. It made a good half hour video and Joann gave it to her husband for their tenth anniversary. Joann paid for all the equipment and processing and the camera man and she signed over all rights to Simon for reproduction and sale. That launched Simon in the business. Joann had enough money to afford Simon almost exclusively for several months. Anything he could think up she was game for. After the video was done they made a practice out of fucking in front of her husband and he'd pay Simon for the trick. It was Simon who gave her the idea of fucking his business friends in front of him and she took off on that tangent for several weeks. She had in the meantime taken a real thrill out of sucking Simon's cock in front of anyone she could find to watch. Once while in front of her husband they had the following exchange. "You know, as good as you're getting at that, you ought to thnk about becoming a professional." Joann gave him a questioning glance without releasing his pecker. "You could make a bundle turning tricks and making movies. You've got the looks and skills, and you can afford to pick and chose since he's paying the bills anyhow." Joann pulled her mouth away. "You're kidding. I'm not that good at this, I can't even force you to cum." "Neither could Sue. You could probably make anybody else cum without a problem." Joann raised up and straddled Simon, lowered herself onto his shaft. "But I'm not that good a fuck." She tensed her pussy muscles. "Tricks like that prove otherwise. And I've seen what you can do with a cock up your ass; the bigger the better. And you eat pussy almost as well as I do." "But where would I work?" "Why not right here? This would make a great whorehouse, we could have a few other girls work here too so that you didn't have to handle everything." "You want to compete with Sam?" "No. Sam would run this as a sideline." "I dunno, sounds interesting, but maybe I should experiment with it first." "How's that?" Joann looked over her shoulder at her husband. "Well, maybe I should try walking Bank Street a few nights just to see if I like it. I really think I should have an appreciation for that side of the business rather than try to put on airs and become some kind of high class call girl." "OK. Let's do it." After they were done fucking, Joann got dressed up in a short, short skirt, garter and hose, low cut blouse, and spiked heels. Taking her husband with them they went off to the dingiest bars in New London where Joann managed to pull eight tricks in just over two hours. All but one were blow jobs; the last was a fuck with her bent over the hood of a sports car, She only took five dollars from each customer. One sailor complimented her husband on her abilities. After that night Sam hired her on and she became a specialist at gang bangs. The only time her husband got really upset with her was when she posed giving head to a pony. He thought it was too dangerous even though he later enjoyed her acting it out with him taking the part of the horse. Otherwise he never complained or interfered with Joann's sex habits and seemed to handle the whole thing very well. Joann always maintained that he was good in bed, large enough cock, plenty of endurance, and knew what to do with her. But he also understood that she needed a lot of men for some reason and allowed her to have them, preferring to watch and make sure she was all right. Chapter 9 "Dear Sue, Well talk about a rush of deja vu! Last night I went to the movies and one of the smut features had most of my very first effort in it. Making that movie with Joann was a blast but seeing it again after 6 years was really something. A lot of people recognized me but nobody's told the brass or anything and my popularity has gone up like crazy. Even though I've had a lot of respect from the kids in the unit professionally, they now think of the sarge as a big stud with women (something that was beginning to gain currency around here anyway). Libby was sitting next ot me during the showing and at one point she poked me in the ribs and said, "Wow, you're talking about Sue, far out!" soto voce. A few others caught it and I've had some rather interesting experiences since. It's amazing how many women want to get the same treatment I was giving Joann. So I've gotten at least a half dozen blow jobs while telling tales of you. Of course I've used the most recent ones from my trip home, that really excites them, they can practically smell your pussy on my cock according to some of them. All of them are really into hearing about all the different men you fuck and a lot are into how you eat pussy. You've got a steady following here honey. love Si" I had almost forgotten about that tape myself. I went and dug it out and played it. That's a cool movie, I was the star without an appearance, he really did talk me up quite a bit. I can get into both sides of it; as a spectator and from the angle of knowing he's talking about me. Of course, hearing Joann talk about him while fucking and sucking the other two is damned sexy; and I've been doing that myself for years. It was kind of funny. After that first experience with the slave/master bit I didn't think I'd ever see him again. My next trick after that was a guy who wanted me to talk so while he ate me out I told him about Simon. (If you've ever tried to keep your mind on something while having your pussy eaten, then you can imagine just how hard a whore's job can be.) From then on I always had guys commenting on how I'd talk about Simon or say thngs like, "Fuck me, Simon, fuck me." while I was cumming with them. Tricks aren't usually bothered by that, lovers are though. During our seperation I went through some really tough times. I knew Simon didn't want me anymore. He was spending more and more time with men and I even got the idea he wanted me to be one. The night we broke up we had been having some very heavy sex. I had the double headed dildo in me and Simon was sucking it. The two of us were having an intense fantasy and I took on an abusive male kind of persona. I slapped him in the face with my 'cock' and treated him like a pathetic little queer. it escalated from there and the fantasy got mixed up with the reality and the fight turned into a no holds barred. We wound up apart even though we were both working for Sam. Then I heard through the grapevine that Simon hadn't been able to get it up with any of the girls and all he was doing was sucking off guys. That made me figure he had gone full scale homo and I decided that Jane had taken off for Hollywood because she wasn't getting anything out of Simon either. Then the bust came. I'd been busted before, but never had made it ot the papers. For some reason the two competing papers tried to see just how much of my tits they could get onto the front page along with all the speculation about my life. Sam had managed to keep it to my maiden name since that was how I worked and because of the poor quality of the pictures I wasn't recongnized by very many people. Just my Mother and her neighbors. The humiliation of that and the troubles Simon and I had drove me away. Sam set me up to work in a casino in Atlantic City and I had a really good time down there. Lots of money, lots of cock, lots of fun. The heat wore off and my Mother actually forgave me (I find that silly since I didn't think I had done anything wrong and since I was now 21 I was certainly free to choose) so after a few months I ventured a visit back home. I saw Sam and he told me what was going on with Simon. That was after Betty had fixed him up and he was doing just fine. Sam suggested that I see Simon, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I was very embarassed, very much aware of how unworthy of Simon I was, and I didn't see how I could ever distract him from Betty. (I'd been to bed with her myself, alone and with one or several men, and knew how good she was.) I was happy for Simon and just wanted to go back to being anonymous. What I was doing in New Jersey was fairly tame from my point of view. Screwing high rollers as part of the casino's entertainment overhead. Gamblers aren't all that much into sex when they're hot on the tables and they're practically impotent when they're cold. Every once in awhile I'd have a couple, and there was really good daytime trade munching their wives, but usually it was a quickie that I was directed to by a pit boss. But I got to roam the place wearing sexy clothes and was free to pick up whoever I wanted when I was off duty. I taught the girls down there quite a few things. Very few of them practiced any pussy control. Just lay back and let him do the work. That was not good; the casino needed them back out in the pits in order to turn a profit. We were part of the overhead so any time spent with us was a loss in both our pay and the potential revenue from the tables. The management approved of my attitude and I wound up pretty much in charge of the shift I worked. Another thing appalled me when I got down there. The girls weren't using rubbers. AIDS had become an overnight sensation a long time before and back home Sam had seen to it that all his customers used condoms. With Simon's help I had worked out ways of introducing and putting rubbers on men which were effective, natural, and erotic. The best way was to use both hands and mouth, holding the rolled up rubber between my lips I'd slip it over the head and while maintaining suction roll it down over the shaft. At the bottom it was necessary to pull the rubber away from the skin, suck like mad to make the blood rush back into his penis, and then let go with a snap so the ridge down there would act sort of like a cock ring. Getting the blood back in instead of letting the rubber push it out is critical; it balances the loss of sensitivity from having to suck through latex. We always got some special order rubbers that were just about two inches shorter than standard. That made small guys think that they had somehow gotten longer because a rubber unrolled all the way on them. (Illusion is the key to pleasing men.) Simon and I quickly discovered that penises as thick or thicker than his would require two rubbersor else a hard fucking would break it. The breakage would always happen at the top and usually during ejaculation. So we got rid of the ones didn't have plain tips and made up some that had the little French rubbers in place at the top giving two layer protection. Encouraging smaller men to use an extension also would give us extra protection. But the scene was so easy that I was getting bored. When Sam called me to find out if I'd be willing to work at the Mardi Gras, I jumped at the chance. I got down there on Friday and discovered that for the most part clothes were optional. it was kind of fun being able to walk around in nothing but lingerie and even on the streets I could go topless almost anywhere. Public sex was easy to pull off and I was able to augment my scheduled fucks with hooking independently in the bars. But I was also a show girl of sorts. I fucked on everything from water beds to a procenium stage that weekend. All the men I acted with were pros so I was given the chance to get some rare, unrubbered, peckers for the first time in months. It felt good to have hot cum splashing around my insides and I literally got my fill of cock. They grow them big down there, even the black guys were exceptionally large. I loved it. One of the girls down there came from Sam's stock and I got some time to talk to her about Simon. She really gave me the low down and chastized me for being so weird. She said that from her point of view that I was a very desirable woman and that I was proving with other men what I could do for Simon. She even made the point that I turned her on and she didn't normally like women. That got her a pussy eating that she'll never forget. But I promised her that I'd go back to Connecticut and try to patch things up with Simon. Fat Tuesday was wild. I was all over the place and busy as hell. The last thing I had on the schedule was a midnight party. The rest of New Orleans turns into a ghost town as soon as Ash Wednesday begins; suddenly it's all against the law again. But private parties continue through the night. I was supposed to pop out of a cake of all things! I was running late, I had gotten a trick of opportunity and by the time I was out of the shower I had just enough time to make it to the ballroom. My partner was supposed to meet me and we were going to pop out together and put on a sex show to inspire the guests. I got there about a quarter to twelve and found that my partner hadn't shown up yet. The woman in charge told me that he was on the way and that I should change and climb in. I put on the costume, the only thing that it really covered was my face; tits, ass, and pussy all hanging out., but they needed to be accessible. I climbed into the cake with some help from a couple of guys who also filled me in on the lever that would make it pop open and drop the sides down. I waited in there for my partner to show up and managed to get myself almost comfortable. Finally, somebody climbed in and in the dim light coming in from the top I could see that his costume was just as sparse as mine. He got his feet down on each sid of my legs and squatted down as far as he could which put his cock hanging right in front of my face. The top of the cake was closed and it looked like he was stuck in that position, making me responsible for the lever. "Hi, how ya doing?" He whispered. "Fine, and you?" I whispered back. "Great. But why are we whispering?" "I dunno. Well, we've only got a few minutes so you need to get hard, any problem?" "I'm a little uncomfortable...you want to help out?" "Sure." I took the head of his cock in my mouth and started to suck while using my tongue right where the shaft meets the glans underneath. He responded immediately and I felt him begin to swell between my lips. Since I couldn't move my head in that position, I had to let him grow down my throat. The damn thing was pretty thick, but fortunately not more than eight or nine inches long or I would've been in trouble. I played with his balls and slipped a finger up to his asshole and felt his dick get really hard as the cake began to move. We were in as good a position as possible so I just dept sucking. I heard the rap-rap-rap that was my signal and yanked on the lever while pushing with my shoulders. I felt the cool air from the room around me as the sides of the cake fell away, he stood up with it causing all teh parts to fall to the floor out of the way, and I moved my hands around to cup his ass while bobbing my head on his prick. The audience applauded and I kept my eyes closed because the lights were really bright and weird colored. This guy followed cues real well so getting moved around to fuck doggy style went smoothly. While he pumped away inside of me I reared up so I could rub my clit with one hand and play with my tits with the other. In the changing lights I could see people already pairing off with each other. I pulled away from my partner and he followed my lead to lay on his back so I could mount him. He knew how to arrange us for the best viewing even though that's not usually a comfortable way to fuck. He let me control his depth and I started feeling good enough that I got carried away and had an orgasm. In the midst of that I managed to knock loose my mask and in a moment of white light that was fairly steady he must've gotten a look at me. "Sue?!" "Simon?" "Holy shit!" "Oh, god...jesus!" "Baby, I'm cumming too..." "Shit, oh god, fuck me..." Sam never owned up to putting in the fix, but neither of us cared. After the show we went off to talk and cry and fight and fuck and figure things out. I flew back to Connecticut with him the next day and that was the last time, excepting business trips, that we were ever apart. Until this damned war came. "Dear Simon, You rotten son of a bitch! I knew you'd go off and pull some hero shit and sure enough you damn near got killed. Don't give me any lame excuses about it only being a bit of shrapnel in your leg. While it's all fine and good that you're coming home, I'd just as soon that you hadn't gone to those extremes to get back. I know you're walking and that they're going to discharge you from the hospital as perfectly fit. But you scared the shit out of me. Good thing you called before that asshole from the base showed up. What a bunch of fuckheads. I need you now so don't you go screwing up and getting back into things. Remember how I was on the rag when you came home for leave? (Of course you do, you were covered from head to toe in blood you pig!) Well, since then I haven't fucked anybody. (Some blow jobs and some peter up my ass, but nobody's been in my pussy all this time.) I've been hard at work figuring out a new line. All those magazines with pregnant women stuffing big cocks into their twats and spraying milk from their oversized tits gave me a great idea. You're going to be a father boy. And I want you back here to take care of me. (I think I'm already getting fat, my tits are huge, and I know I'm going to get bitchy.) Besides, I want you around while I can still fuck face to face (you know how I love to watch you cum); in a few months you're not going to be able to get close enough. Hurry home, Baby, I love you Sue" I got that letter the day before flying home. Talk about going crazy with anticipation. Even the little British nurse who was sneaking into my room at night was excited for me. (So excited that she gave up her butt that night.) Sure enough we got that series done. Sue sucking and fucking in her eighth month, spraying milk, eating pussy, bondage, and the whole works. The money cleared from those went straight into a massive college fund for the twins. They're covered through PhDs if they want them. But chances are they'll end up like their folks; hellraisers to the end. Sue is insistent that my little girl will be raised properly, meaning she won't lose her virginity to her brother or me. Sue worries too much. "I do not." "You do to." "I just know what a horny old man you're going to be." "Damn it, let me finish writing, leave my cock alone..." "Hmmm, you don't want me doing this?" "Uh..." "I never turn you on." 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