Carl Van Marcus - Lady Disk jockey

The nights had been so empty since that terrible day.

Sally Sue’s cunt had been so empty!

But in her heartbreak, she walked alone. feeling in her smashed heart that somewhere there was a man who would love her, not use her as Bob had done.

He’d actually wanted her to go to bed with his customers!

Sally Sue knew the word. He was a . . . Pimp!

Oh, Bob had been so smooth!

Teasing and enticing her just before guests were to arrive, then leaving her hung up and aroused, panting to have him fill her yearning pussy while he told her that the big sale would be ding-donging the doorbell in a couple of minutes and, for Chrissakes, be nice to him! Bob Bennett made his real pitch to the fat old bags who happened to be married to guys who might buy a fleet of boats or trucks or a thirty thousand dollar motor home, or anything he happened to have for sale.

Sally Sue flatly refused, even on the night when, slipping away from a paunchy but nevertheless likeable man called Flash, she went down a dark hallway toward the bathroom and passed an open bedroom door. A dim light was on, and on the bed she saw her virile husband eagerly licking the cunt of the woman Flash had brought with him, a stunning blonde who may or may not have been his wife. At the same time, the blonde’s sensuous lips were tightly ringed around the thick shaft of Bob’s cock, and both their heads were plunging up and down ravenously as their tongues licked each other. The musky scent of rampant sex filled the air, and her ears drummed with the slurping of their avid mouths.

It was unbelievable!

If they had to be such — such — animals! they might at least have closed the door!

For a moment Sally Sue had an insane urge to give tit-for-tat! Return to the other room and drop to her knees in front of Flash and fish his penis from his pants and suck it until he choked her throat with his cum. She knew how much he wanted her . . . and how sweet it would be if Bob stumbled in and found her with his thick cock buried in her gulping lips when she so often denied him.

But Sally Sue couldn’t, despite the bitterness welling inside her. Silently, she tiptoed away, freshening herself in the bath and returned to play the part of the cool hostess, and she felt sorry for the aging man called Flash because only when she put off his advances did she realize Bob had arranged the whole thing as a swap for the night, to make a deal. Flash read it all on her face when finally she returned.

“You saw what’s going on back there,” he said in a soft tone.

“Oh, God! Yes!” she gulped, her dark hair tousled by her distressed fingers. She felt great compassion for this older man. “How — how can they?”

“It’s easy when you’re young,” Flash said sadly. “The flesh and spirit are still willing. Now, I don’t have much but the spirit.. the flesh is weak. There was a deal made.” Flash said, rubbing his thinning gray hair. “I didn’t think you had any idea . . . and anyway, I couldn’t carry out my end of it . . . I’m one of the over-the-hill bunch, I suppose.” He sighed. “That girl is precious to me, and I can’t satisfy her. If I want to keep her, I have to find studs . . . and I don’t blame her . . . She’s so young and beautiful . . . and she’s good for me . . . so . . . I do things like this. I’m a corrupt old man, I guess.”

Impulsively sitting beside him, Sally Sue said, “I think it’s all in your head! You are a nice man, and I think you’d be a magnificent lover!” She leaned over to kiss Flash tenderly, and her hand brushed over the hardness of his aroused penis, and through her mind came the thought that maybe she should do it, make love with him! Not seeking revenge, but to ease the tensions of someone who had turned out to be a very nice guy.

But no! If she did, she’d be no better than Bob, rutting away with the sultry blonde in the spare bedroom. She could lie back on the smooth naugahyde couch, could drop her panties and open her legs and give her body . . . or she could be daring and actually try sucking Flash. But, Sally Sue thought either would be over-reacting.

There had to be a middle ground, and the solution came to her as she felt Flash stirring, saw his hand clutching the thick bulge of his penis even as she kissed him in compassion and tried to shut out the vision of her husband and Flash’s young wife wildly mouthing each other’s genitals.

Sally Sue drew away from the older man and put her hand over his as it squeezed his undulating cock.

"Let me,” she managed to whisper.

Her slowly groping fingers found his zipper and opened his fly, then searched until she found his rigid staff. She drew it out and freed his balls from the confines of his shorts and stroked his hot male flesh gently, peeling the thick foreskin down and rolling it up again over the bulbous head. This was wrong, Sally Sue knew, but he was a nice man, and in the far end of the big house, her husband was doing unspeakable things with Flash’s wife, and she sensed that at this moment he needed love and consolation, and she was the only one to give it.

Why did she always have to be the one in the middle?

“This is all . . . but if you want to kiss . . she murmured.

“Oh, God! YES!” he gasped.

She shifted to move into the circle of his arm — surprised at his strength — and as their mouths came together and tongues entwined, her grasping fingers clutched his cock tighter and began to move faster, playing with his balls as he jerked up toward her wantonly pumping hand. Sally Sue hoped Flash wouldn’t try to push her down on the sofa and mount her because, if he did, she would yield. She wanted to give him relief, and this was the only way she knew. Bob had taught her how to do it in the times when he wanted her, and she couldn’t accommodate him in the regular way. He had taught her to be gentle and teasing. Now she moved her hand in a slow, sensuous rhythm up and down the thick shaft of flesh, while her other hand tinglingly caressed his heavy balls. She could feel his urgency as his seeking tongue probed her mouth.

“It’s cumming!” Flash blurted suddenly. From a back pocket he pulled a handkerchief. Sally Sue quickly wrapped it over the knob-like head of his cock and stroked him furiously and heard him cry out his completion as Flash ejaculated in her hand. The handkerchief stopped the jetting bursts .of his semen before they could stain her expensive dress but seeped through the thin cloth to soak her fingers as he gasped, “ God! I’ve never felt anything like that in my life! ”

“I’ll be back in a minute . . . make some coffee,” Sally Sue said. “Don’t go into the back bedroom — you wouldn’t like it, Flash.”

She sprang from the sofa and with the sopping wet handkerchief balled in her hand strode on strangely weakened legs to the front bathroom. The musky sweet scent of his semen filled the small room as Sally Sue quickly rinsed it out in the basin. She saw the thick whitish cum coating her fingers and had an overwhelming urge to touch it with the tip of her tongue, taste it, but fought it down. That might be great for the blonde who was swallowing her husband’s penis . . . but not for Sally Sue!

Now, with her best showbiz grin, she made her way through the pizza parlor, blowing kisses in all directions, and when Terry Claff caught up with her, she winked and made a big circle with her arms, indicating she’d go for a monstro pizza with everything he could think of on it.

“Right on, Sally Sue,” he said happily. “What you can’t eat here goes in the Bowser bag and you got a ready made breakfast!”

She chuckled. Her appetite was well known. She often ate leftover pizza for breakfast. She was never quite sure what might be at home because her personal zoo had somehow organized itself into a continuing forage party. Cheating Cheetah knew how to open the refrigerator. Foul Owl flew in and delicately stole stuffed olives, and things had a way of disappearing. Sometimes, Sally Sue felt she should kick the whole lot of them out on the street, but they were all she had, except her work. It would be terrible to come home and find nobody there. The pets were troublesome, but they were company, and she’d found out that, if she walked down a darkened street with a big Airdale, or the cheetah, nobody was going to molest her. Even the police in their black-and-whites, with their shotguns and machine pistols passed her by, thinking perhaps, that Sally Sue was a bit of a freak, but she had one hell of a big, long-toothed beast to back her up.