"Lawfully wedded nymph" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hotey Don K)

CHAPTER NINE

Things began to go a little downhill for me after that night with Billy and Lance, although not immediately. I did enjoy the attention of the two men, I must honestly admit, and I did enjoy the one thousand dollar payment I received for making the film. And so, it wasn't too much of a surprise to me when I received a second call from Mr. Burroughs, coming directly from him.

He was very pleased with my performance, and he asked me frankly whether I would consider making a second film for him. I said no, feeling that I had explored the possibilities of that kind of experience as fully as I was able. I saw no sense in repeating the same thing over if it didn't open to me any other possible avenues of experimentation. That would be doing it solely for the money, and that simply was no motivation enough for me.

I was surprised, however, when he did offer me a new possibility of experience. "I throw parties," he said, "for some of my very special friends and clients, and I am in constant need of new… entertainment for these parties." "What kind of parties?" I asked.

He thought for a moment. "Intimate parties," he answered cryptically. "Would you care to be a part of this entertainment, my dear?"

He was talking about my performing in a live sex show, in front of an audience of men and women. I considered this for a long while, and honestly, I found myself fascinated by the prospect of doing something as… perverted, as daring as performing sexually for an audience. Unlike the films, I could gauge the immediate response of those people watching me. I could hear how they reacted to me. I could see how they were responding to my getting fucked for their voyeuristic pleasure.

And yet, there seemed to be even one more positive incentive. Doing something like this is as far from being a suburban housewife as I could possibly imagine. It was at the other end of human experiences, at the other end of life's spectrum. Another new experience, another horizon, something new to explore, to see if it could possibly satisfy the restless urge, the nagging dissatisfaction, the empty hole in my life.

What could I say to him? The only answer I could have possibly given: of course I would do it.

J went to his house again, at night, and I was led to another room in the mansion. There I met another woman and three other men. Together, we were the performers. We smoked some marijuana and drank some wine to break the ice and get us in the mood, and we were led out onto a stage. The curtain went up, and out before us was an audience of men and women, all as naked as we were. Our stage performance began, and I got fucked in every possible position by every possible man, sometimes taking on two or the three at once. I even was fucked up the ass by the woman. She strapped on a dildo, and while she was fucking me in the ass, she was

being fucked in the ass by one of the three men. I must have come twenty or thirty times during the course of the night, and my body was completely soaked with sperm, sweat and the slimy discharge of cuntal juices.

The night ended as an orgy-my first real orgy- when the men and women of the audience climbed onto the stage and joined in with us. There was fucking and sucking going on all over the place, everywhere you looked. It was the wildest night of my life.

I retired from prostitution after that night. My cunt, inside the canal, was literally raw from the friction of all that fucking. I bled for a week afterwards, and couldn't fuck for another month without sharp, burning pain.

Still, I didn't mind, and it didn't cost me anything. I was paid twenty-five hundred dollars for that night, and was given another five hundred dollar bonus from Mr. Burroughs for film rights to the performance and orgy. All the while we were "working," he had a full crew of cameramen, Lance included, capturing the whole night on film.

J wasn't sorry, really when I left this world of open sexuality. I had tried it, experienced it, but like everything else, it paled under a close examination. The edge, the sharp edge of intense pleasure simply was no longer there. I had done everything you could /possibly do sexually. There was no further challenge in it. It got to the point where-and I know this is going to sound strange-but it really did get to the point where sex became… boring.

So, as has been my practice in the past, I moved on. My body needed a rest, I had money, security, a good place to live; now all I needed was a little time. Time to think, -time to sort out a new direction, to see where my life would lead me this time.

I had reached the bottom, in a sense, I realized. I'd sort of sunk to a low point… to the point at which I had been willing to perform sexually for an audience, for pay. There was no way to go now other than up. Happiness simply wasn't there. I know: I tried it all.

So it was strange that at this point in my life I should have met someone like Rick Tanner. Fated, I guess would be a better word. Destined.

I met Rick through my job. After the month or so was over after the orgy at Burrough's house, I decided to try working again. I still had my old skills as a secretary, and I got a job working for a law firm, much like my first job after I had graduated from college. The money wasn't bad, certainly not as much as I had been making, but it was a nice change of pace. The men were interested in other things than fucking you. They treated you like a person and not like a cunt. Even the women were fascinatingly unique. They were so petty, so bitchy, with such little, small human problems, like what to cook for dinner or where to go on vacation. It was like a breath of fresh air, and I savored the freshness of this old, new world.

Rick didn't work for my company. He was an insurance agent, working for one of the largest insurance companies in the United States. My boss was a policy holder, and Rick came to the office to make some kind of adjustment in the policy. We got to talking, and he asked me out. I felt flattered. It was my first date in ten or twelve years.

I went out with Rick that night. It was nothing special. He picked me up at my apartment, we went out to dinner, then to a local movie, and had coffee later. We didn't make love that first date, although I did let him loss me goodnight. We didn't make love until after the fourth or fifth date, and then when we did, for some strange reason, I began to cry, as if I were a virgin again. Rick comforted me in his arms, stroking my hair. He told me he loved me. He told me he caredJror me very much. He said he respected me for making love to him, for it showed him how warm, how human I was; how much I cared for him.

We went out several times after that, although I never allowed him to make love to me. We kissed heavily, petted, and once he fingered me to orgasm, but never full, naked sexual intercourse.

Until tonight Rick was coming over tonight, and-he said he had something very special to tell me. I could guess what it was.

The doorbell rang, and I made some last minute touches in the mirror. "Just a moment," I shouted.

I rushed to the door. Rick was standing there, smiling. He had one hand hidden behind his back.

"Here, Sally," he said. He brought his hand out from behind his back. There was a bouquet of long-stemmed roses. "For you."

I grabbed the roses from his hand and crushed them to my breast. It had been so long since anyone had bothered to bring me flowers.

"They're… beautiful," I said softly, strangely close to tears. I hugged the flowers and sniffed at their perfume. "They're beautiful, Rick. Beautiful." "They're for a beautiful woman," he said simply.

I blushed and my head spun. I closed the door, and together, with his arm through mine, Rick and I walked into the living room. Rick sat on the sofa.

Til put these in water," I said. Til be back in a second. Why don't you fix yourself a drink."

Til fix you one too," he said. "I want to celebrate tonight, Sally."

I stared at him curiously before I turned. My stomach fluttered and I felt light-headed and giddy. I had champagne in my blood, and it was going to my head. The smallest anticipatory twinge gripped my cunt, but I pushed the thought away from my awareness. If it's going to happen, I told myself, then let it happen naturally.

I smiled at Rick. He was gloriously handsome. Tall, dark wavy hair, jet black eyes, and a quick easy smile. His tan was so dark he almost looked like a Latin, and that somhow excited me. I wondered if he had hot, passionate blood. He reminded me oЈ someone, but it bothered me that I couldn't place who it was. Maybe someone from my… other life. He was thirty-two, the same age as Peter, and he had his whole life before him.

"Hey," he said, smiling at me. "You better put those in water instead of standing there and mooning over them. You're dripping them all over the floor."

I flushed, then laughed. Tm sorry, I forgot for a moment. I was just… thinking."

I turned, still smiling, and I got a vase from the kitchen. The cold water was filling the vase when I heard Rick's voice calling to me. I lowered the pressure, turning the faucet. "What would you like to drink, Sally?" he asked.

"Do we have time for a drink?" I asked, being perverse. "Won't the film be starting soon?"

"We'll have time for this drink," he said. "Now, what would you like?"

I shrugged and shut the water. "Anything, honey. Whatever you're having will be fine." I began to arrange the flowers in the vase.

I cleared a spot on the coffee table for the flowers. They looked beautiful: they made the room look so bright and cheerful. I sat on the sofa next to Rick. He handed me my drink. "Here you go, Sally." "What are we celebrating?" I asked.

Rick laughed excitedly. He was like a little boy with a secret, trying to contain it. His happiness kept bubbling up and overflowing. "All right," he said, "are you ready for this?"

The excitement was contagious. I giggled: "Yesl What is it, now?"

"I did it," he explained. "I did it. I finally went over the mark. Over the million dollar mark. I've sold over one million dollars in life insurance policies!"

"Oh, Rick! That's marvelous!" I shouted. I threw my arms around his neck, spilling my drink, and I tossed him. "That's wonderful, honey. Simply wonderful."

He nodded his head, excited himself. "I really did it, Sally. The million dollar mark. That exclusive club. And you want to hear the best part? Do you know what Mr. Kahn said to me? He told me I was the youngest agent to have ever done it in Westerns history. The youngest and in the shortest space of time!" "Oh, that's wonderful," I said again. I kissed his 181 cheek. "Oh, I'm so happy for you, Rick. I know what this will mean to you."

He sipped his drink, then put it down impatiently. "It will mean everything for me. The big opportunity; the opening of the door. Ill be getting a substantial raise, but more important than that, Til have to be considered for Ryder's job when he retires in September. A Vice Presidency, Sally. Think of that!"

I put my own drink down, placing it next to Rick's on the table. I kissed him softly on the lips,

Tm proud of you, Rick," I whispered. I touched his sofV handsome face. T truly am."

He stared at me, his eyes becoming misty. There was a quaver of emotion in his voice. "Are you, Sally?" he asked. "You're not just… saying that, are you?"

I kissed him again, full on the lips, gently, tenderly. I moved my lips around in a slow, sensual circle, allowing the sweetness of the kiss to linger. Only our mouths touched, no other part of our bodies. It seemed appropriate somehow: it matched the intimacy, the solemnness of the moment.

Rick broke off the kiss. Emotion had drained his face until it was pale. His hand was trembling as he reached for his drink. He said: "I need this."

I stared at Rick and did not speak. Instead, I waited; I hoped.

He put the glass down again. "I love you, Sally," he said. "Very, very much."

Somehow the moment was awkward for me. I felt uncomfortable as I sipped nervously at my drink. "You told me that the other night, Rick Do you remember?"

He nodded gravely. "Yes, and I'm saying it again. Sally, I love you. I love you very much."

I wanted to believe him; I ached to believe that it was so. Inside of me that old emptiness, the burning hole in my Me needed to be filled with that love. Sperm couldn't fill it, nor could passion. Maybe it needed love.

"How can you say that, Rick?" I asked. "You hardly know me. Three weeks ago we were strangers."

"And who knows what we'll be to each other in three more weeks."

I stared mistily at him. "Don't say that, Rick. Not unless you mean it."

He touched my hand. "I do, Sally, I do mean it. I want you to… be my wife."

A shudder went through me. Images flashed through my mind, racing like a series- of motion picture frames being shown too rapidly. I saw all the men, from Adam right down to that final night at Burrough's mansion. I shuddered as if I had seen a nightmare, a horror movie.

A door closed in my memory, shutting off the images. They were gone, forgotten, like all things of the past, as if they had never happened.

"Are you… serious, Rick?" I asked. I shook with the need to make this last and final change. This final metamorphosis. "Don't play games with me."

"Sally, I couldn't be more serious if I tried. I love you. I want to marry you."

My head began to spin. Marriage? I asked myself. Is that it? Is that what I need to be finally… happy? Marriage? I tried to think. Maybe that's what has been miss-183 ing from my life-stability. Lasting relations, emotional commitments, trust. Marriage.

But it was more than just marriage, I saw. It was the whole emotional commitment I would be making to the idea of marriage. To marriage as a life-style!

Rick has a good job, one that will lead to promotions, advancement. That's something solid, stable, sound, secure. You, could build a life on that kind of foundation. A steady job, respectability, a husband who loves me, perhaps a family some day, and maybe, maybe a home of our own, in the country, away from the noise and the dirt and the pollution of the city. A future. A real future!

Rick's eyes were large and dark and open, waiting for my answer. I touched his face and caressed him. He was so strong, so confident. I needed that.

I tried the other way of life. I tried the freedom, the wandering, the self-indulgence. It didn't work. I didn't find what I need in it. It didn't make me happy. Perhaps it's time, I thought. Time for Sally Bryant to settle down… again.

"Do you really want to marry me, Rick?" I asked, my voice trembling.

He shook with emotion. There were tears in his eyes. "Yes…" he gasped. "Yes.., yes… yes, I do!"

I gripped his hand tightly. "Make love to me, Ricky," I said. "Please, Ricky, my love, my lover… make love to me!"

We came together, like two magnets. Like vines on a tree, our arms entwined. I kissed him hard on the lips, and his tongue pushed into my mouth. I sucked it, tasting the sweetness of his breath. I gave him my tongue, as a gift of my love, and he accepted it in his mouth.

"Oh, my God… I love you, Sally," he moaned. Rick's fingers worked on my blouse, parting it. His hands fumbled with my bra, pushing it down. He fondled my naked breasts, pinching the nipples until they were stiff with fire. "Jesus, believe me… I love you, Sally!"

I kissed his mouth hard, shutting off the flow of words. I placed my tongue between his lips, and he drew it back into his mouth. His hands worked feverishly on my breasts.

Passion began to work between the lips of my cunt. It had been so long since I had last been made love to. Only once, with Rick, in the long weeks since the orgy. I needed a man. My body burned with desire.

I reached down between us, and I touched Rick. He sighed with excitement and stabbed his tongue into my mouth. My fingers curled around the stiffness of his rod, brushing it up and down through the straining material of his pants. The heat of his erection burned into my palm, and I hardly minded that he wasn't as endowed as some of the men I've been with. But it didn't matter. All that mattered was that he loved me and I loved him.

There! I've said it! I've admitted it to myself. I love you Rick Tanner!

I opened his zipper and pulled out his cock. He was very hard and very, very hot. I caressed him expertly with my fingers, and he moaned.

"My God… Sally!" he cried. "That feels so… wonderful!" I scooped out his balls and rolled them about in 185 my hands. They felt elusive: hard and soft, squishing under the pressure of my fingers. I could feel the hair curling between my fingers as I tried to smooth out the wrinkled fiesh.

"My… vagina," I said, pressing my cunt against the loose hardness of his cock. "Touch me… there, Rick. Please!"

His hand came tentatively down, and he placed it between my well-parted thighs. I pressed the swollen mound against his hand, and I sighed when I felt his fingers curling down and under. I hunched up and down against him, spreading the wetness of my hand, and I was afraid he would come. I let go of the stiff rod.

"Touch me… under my skirt," I said. Rick I squeezed into his cock, jerking him off.

He began to breathe very heavily, sucking in breath and expelling it hotly. His cock throbbed in my hands, and I was afraid he would come. I let go of the stiff rod.

Touch me… under my skirt," I said. Rick trembled against me. 'Tut your hand on it"

He fumbled with the side button on, my skirt, and finally I had to help him with it. The skirt parted, and I stepped out of it. Together we pushed my panties down my legs. I laid back on the sofa and parted my thighs.

"Make love to me, Ricky?" I moaned. My eyes were closed and I was thinking, remembering, dreaming, 'Tut it in… your thing… put it in me. Make… love to mel"

Rick came down between my thighs, trembling. He pushed his smallish cock against my cunt, but he could not get it in. He tried once or twice, thrusting uselessly against my thigh. He moaned in frustration, as if he were in pain. I reached down between us and guided his cock into my body. He felt the warmth, the wetness, and he thrust himself forward, savagely. "Ohmygodr he cried "Sally.. My God!"

I squeezed down around the shaft of his cock, and Rick began to come almost immediately. His cock simply opened up and he began to flow, pumping his sperm up into the wet hollow of my pussy. "Ricky!" I cried. "Rickyf

I didn't mind that he was coming; really, I didn't I hunched up against him, crushing my cunt against his belly. I could feel his balls expanding and contracting between the wet slit of my oozing cunt. I really didn't mind.

I was happy, I realized. Rick was coming in my cunt, and I was happy. It would last this time, I knew it. This happiness was real. I could feel it; I sensed it. It would last. It had to!

The search, my long, unsatisfied search was finally over. I had found what I was looking for. I had been correct-it was there, just where I thought it would be, just behind the next hill, over the next horizon, in the very next experience. The grass was greener there… I knew it would be, I knew it, I knew it, I knew itl

"Ricky," I moaned. The sperm from his deflating cock was oozing all over my dripping pussy. I knew I could tell him-about Peter, about my other life. He would understand, I knew he would. We could get married now. We could fly together to Mexico. I could divorce Peter. And then Ricky and I would get married. "Ricky, darling!"

He moaned against my breast. "What… Sally?"

I kissed his sweet mouth. "Ask me again, darling," I said. "Ask me again,"

He sobbed and pushed his lifeless cock against the spermy lips of my cunt. "Would you marry me, Sally?" His voice was shrill with hope. "Would you?" I wrapped my thighs around his hips, and I squeezed him with my arms. I said: "Yes, darling. Yes.. Yes.. Yes!