"Massage parlor wife" - читать интересную книгу автора (Simpson R B)

CHAPTER FIVE

Terry got up, and followed Laura. She saw her in the bedroom, slipping into her blue negligee.

"My, but don't you look nice," she smiled, as she lay on the still-made bed, "I guess I'll bunk with you, baby – if you don't mind."

Rushing over to her, Laura smiled, "Oh, I'd love to have you with me all night – but I've got somebody coming over at two o'clock – I – I can't."

"You have?"

"Yes," Laura smiled, "It's business if you know what I mean…"

"I think I do – yes, I think I do – it's undoubtedly someone you met at the Roman Massage – right?"

"I read you – but, why can't I stay -?"

"Alright, luv – why not? I'm sure Jerry wouldn't mind – and I know I wouldn't."

"Thank you darling," Terry nodded. Glancing over at the clock she observed it was ten to two. "Oh – I – I guess I can't be naked like this when he comes."

"No, darling – wear this," Laura insisted, going to her closet, and picking out a violet negligee for her to wear. "This ought to look real good with your coloring."

"Yes – I'm sure it will," Terry enthused, standing, slipping it on with some help.

"Baby – you lie down here, and I'll clean up the living room – we've still got that beach towel spread out before the fireplace."

"And my clothes – they're all over the floor," Terry remembered.

"Mine are too, dear – I'll get them all picked up so the place looks like something when he comes over."

Laura hustled into the living room, and hastily she picked everything up. Then, she heard the chimes, and knew Jerry was there. Answering the door, she smiled on at him, "Hi – how are you?"

"Just fine," he smiled, as he stepped inside. It didn't take Laura long to observe she'd forgotten the booze bottle in the middle of the cocktail table, along with a couple of empty glasses. Scurrying over to the table, she tried to get them back to the bar before he noticed them.

"Well, I guess they got out of here just in time for me to make it," he commented crisply.

"Oh, no," Laura laughed, "My girlfriend Terry and I had a little drink…"

"Cozy…"

"It was – as a matter of fact, Terry is here now – in my bedroom."

"Is that right?" he chuckled, "Well, maybe if you've got her, you don't need me – two's company – three's a crowd!"

"No, silly," Laura laughed, gliding over to him to give him a closer look at her breasts and vagina in her see-through blue nylon negligee. When she was at close range, so he could get all the view he wanted, "Three is an orgy!"

"If you say so," he nodded, "but the price is the same-one hundred bucks. You can split, you can give her a quarter, whatever you want – that's up to you!"

"Oh, Jerry – you're an angel – she'll be so happy. She's a new girl at the massage racket. Broke her in tonight!"

"That's nice," Jerry nodded, "bring her out. I always appreciate good scenery."

"You'll appreciate her, because she is beautiful scenery!" Going to the bedroom, she hustled over to tell Terry, "He's hot for the idea, honey – he won't give me any more loot, but I'll give you half of it – okay?"

"You don't have to…"

"I know I don't have to do anything – but I want to," Laura reassured her, kissing her cheek softly, and whispering, "Be a good darling, and do anything he wants you to – okay?"

"Anything you say, is okay with me!"

"You're a darling," and Laura kissed her again. Then, she tugged at her, pulling her off the bed with her hand. "Baby, we better get out there or he'll think we're having the orgy – without him! And that would never do!"

They went into the living room together, and as they walked through the door, Jerry stopped them. "Don't move! Stand right there," he smiled, "The beauty of both of you comes out when you're next to each other – wow – let me drink this in."

"Oh, Jerry, what are you drinking," Laura laughed, "Meet Terry, she's my neighbor here at the Towers – and I got her started tonight at the Roman Massage Parlor, isn't that nice?"

"It sure is," Jerry grinned, unzipping his pants, "Come over here, Terry – I got something for you!"

Without taking his eyes off Terry, he kept unzipping, and finally he reached in and pulled his penis out of his pants. The huge throbbing male member stood out, its knobby head, glistening.

"C'mon, baby," he insisted, "It's all yours – every sucking inch…"

"Go ahead, darling – I'll mix some drinks for us while you're giving him a blow-job."

Terry could hardly get over how casually both Jerry and Laura thought about sex. She suddenly felt a revulsion sweeping through her. But Jerry felt only hot anticipation, as he looked at her, through her with his penetrating brown eyes, holding his penis out for her.

"Thata' girl – crawl over…"

"This really isn't my…"

"I don't care what is really or what isn't really yours – just so you suck my cock. Now, get over here and wrap your hot mouth around my prick and suck me off – understand?"

He said it so severely, for a moment she thought she was dealing with a sinister gangster. Her thought was amplified when Laura warned her, "Jerry can play rough…"

"But only when I have to," Jerry smiled without humor. She got the message, dropping to her knees and crawling across the room.

"Get the lights down low," Jerry insisted, "I like to fuck by firelight."

Instantly, the passionate time she'd spent with Laura before the flickering firelight on the beach towel flashed into her mind. That was so right so beautiful, and this seemed so revolting, and wrong.

"Come on, baby – you're on," he smiled, as he watched her crawling.

The sight of her debasement made Laura flinch. She had great feeling for this beautiful, young woman and it repelled her to realize that she was reduced to this – crawling on her knees to suck a cock – for a lousy hundred bucks. Yet, she had to admit that this debasement of herself had been the thing that had triggered her from the bottom of the heap to the top. Where she was peddling it as a waitress, was not very rewarding. Yet, strangely the men down there didn't demand all the twisted sex these rich bastards did, and it made her burn. Trying desperately to conceal her own feeling, she laughed, "Baby, better hurry up and get there – cause I'll get on my knees if you don't!"

"You see, honey," Jerry smiled, "Laura knows a good, juicy cock when she sees it."

Then, Terry was before him, and her hand went up to his hard, thick penis. She took it, grasping it tightly, squeezing it slight and then she started sucking on it. It tasted fantastic to her. She licked the head of it gingerly with her tongue, and then, she used her other band to jiggle his testicles. Jerry was turning on now. The sight of a woman reduced to crawling, and kneeling before him when he held his rod out had, a way of really exciting him.

"Suck that prick," he smiled. "Go ahead – open your mouth!"

She opened her mouth, and he slid himself in. His hands went down on her head, guiding her.

"Ohhh, yes, baby – now you're sucking!" And how she sucked! Passionately, and without inhibitions at last, Terry let her mouth slide the length of his penis.

"What have you got your eyes closed for?" he demanded, "Open your eyes and watch it – it's a beautiful cock – enjoy it!"

And then, she slowly opened her eyes – watching as she would pull off, and suck up. She found it was pleasurable to see his balls hanging out of his pants. The casual way, he had taker his penis out proudly displaying it before her had excited her. Now, she saw it's saliva-slickened surface, its veined, pulsating flesh, end she found the sight of it – not revolting, but vastly appealing.

"Ohhh – yes, yes, baby!" he panted, as he pushed it to her, "That's it!"

Utilizing her cock-sucking technique, she let the penis drag out of her mouth, and then she'd suddenly slip it back in, as it quivered in its anxiety to be sucked upon.

"Come over here," he told Laura, "Come on!"

Laura went over. "Yes, luv – what do you want?"

"You can eat my ass out while she sucks my prick," he smiled, "Get your mouth off me while take my pants down," he told Terry. Terry let his penis slip free.

Then, he slid his pants and shorts down, and spread his legs, so Laura could have access to his behind.

"This is what I like – two sucking women – one eating my ass out, while the other has a juicy load coming to her, from my dick – it's the only way to fly!"

Laura wasn't in a particular mood for an ass-suck, but she had learned long ago that what she felt about the sex act she had to perform was not the point. The important thing was what the other person felt – the paying customer.

Reaching up, Laura parted his buttocks, and let her tongue lick all around his anus. At the same time her girlfriend pulled his hot, loaded penis back into her mouth and started sucking. Now that Laura was using her mouth on his genitals too, she found it much more pleasurable.

"Hey, hey – is this ever great?" he panted in delight. "This is what I call juicy."

Laura licked all around his asshole with her tongue making darting, stabbing movements. Then, stiffening, she jabbed it up there with hard, driving thrusts.

"Ohhh, yes – yes," she heard him pant as she invaded his tight anus, and she was glad for his response for when she knew she was generating erotic delight with her tongue sliding up there, it triggered her to perform better.

With the completion of the tongue sliding up his behind, Terry gripped his penis firmly in her hand, and sucked vigilantly.

"Ohhh, yes, yes – suck – suck it," he demanded, "That's the girl! Let me drive it down your throat, baby. I want to throat-fuck you like this!"

He illustrated with hard, sliding jabs down her throat with his male member.

"Ohh – ahhh, yes, that's it – suck me baby – open up – farther!" Faster, and harder he pumped his meat into her mouth.

At the same time, Laura was enjoying his gripping his anus muscles tightly around her tongue as he stabbed his penis down her girlfriend's throat. She felt like a harem lover, sharing a man.

"Ohhhh, ahhh – yes – yes, eat it – eat that dick!"

His body was beginning to sweat as he got steamed up, but what both Laura and Terry enjoyed now was his thrusting pace. He was a very strongly sexed man, and his thick, long sliding male member probed down her throat, anxious to extract all the erotic delight possible.

It was with some difficulty now that Laura managed to keep her tongue thrusting up his behind. As he tightened to stab, it slipped.

Noticing this, he warned her, "Baby, keep your tongue stabbing my butt – I like it way up there – far as you can go!"

She gripped his buttock cheeks firmly, and burying her face in his behind, managed to jab her tongue quite a distance up there.

"Ohhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh! Yes, yes, that's it!" he declared as he saw how pleasurable it was now that she was forcing her tongue high up his tight, hot asshole.

Paying attention now to the woman impaled on his penis, he let his fingers clench her head, run through her hair, as he lustily thrust it down her throat.

"Now – now, baby – keep your mouth tight around it – I'm almost – I'm almost there," he panted as he rode her. Terry could smell the sweat on his body, as he got more turned-on. And she found she even liked the sweat smell of sweat on his swollen testicles.

Now, that wonderful feeling of oneness came to her, the feeling she always got when she was fastened to a man with her mouth. She was enjoying it so much, she wished he'd never shoot off, for then she could keep her mouth on it.

"Eat it, baby – eat it!" he smiled down at her, "I'm loaded, honey! When I shoot this gun, baby – you're going to get a hot mouthful!"

Terry nodded slightly, but not so much as to disturb his thrusting, and he instantly read her nod.

"Oh, baby, you're too much! You like cock! You like cock juice! Go after the juice! Lick it! Suck it, baby!"

And then it happened. The hot, sperm explosion – and Jerry instantly pulled back, almost throwing poor Laura over, as he tried to make sure Terry got a big hot mouthful of his creamy substance.

"Suck, baby, suck," he panted, the pleasure surfacing, racing up and down his legs, up and down his mind, blowing his mind. "Oh, eat my ass – eat it out!"

Laura slimed with both of them this moment of orgasm, and she felt her vagina moistening. She loved to see a man obtain the ultimate orgasm, and it was with the total lack of inhibitions sexually, she knew this was possible. It made her feel free, and she only had pity – not the least trace of contempt – for those poor, unfortunate souls living in the sexual Dark Ages. She wished they too could experience for one erotic moment the passionate delight she always experienced when she made a man come, the way he wanted to make it, whatever that might be.

Terry continued devouring his sperm-load, and she again marveled at the amount of difference there was from man to man. Jerry had a distinctly sweet taste to his sperm, and she noted it was creamy and thick. Jerry could tell from the way she sucked on him, that she was indeed enjoying it.

"You like that, cocksucker?" he smiled at her. She nodded, as she got off him, and Laura slipped her tongue out of his behind, getting to her feet.