Norma Egan - Massage parlor wife

Last night, much to his relief, Tina had gone to stay with a girl friend so they could study for exams. Tonight, though, she was home. Lynn was hardly out the door, in fact, before Tina ran up to him and hugged him. She rubbed herself suggestively against him. Instantly Bill felt the stirrings of lust.

"Oh, Dad," Tina cooed, "I'm so glad we're alone together. We can do anything we want now."

When Lynn got to work, Hazel was already there, having her usual illicit nip from the bar. "Ed wants to see you," she said.

Lynn sighed. "Oh, shit. I wonder what he wants this time? I hope he's not going to make another pass at me?"

Hazel laughed. "It comes with the job," she said. "You might as well face it. He ain't such a bad lay, either."

Lynn shivered. She didn't care how good he was; something about Green just turned her off. That dirty leer of his, those cold clammy hands… She prayed he just wanted to see her about business.

"You wanted to see me, Ed?" she said, entering the office.

"Yeah." Green got up from behind his desk and began strolling aimlessly around the little room. "I just wanted to tell you, I got a special party lined up for you tonight."

"What do you mean, 'special'?"

Green laughed. "Seems like Tony's been telling everybody about you. You even got a waiting list. Anyhow, these two guys want a double, so I fixed 'em up for tonight."

Still Lynn looked puzzled. "Double?" she asked.

Green sighed. "You sure don't know nothing about this business, do you? It means you do two guys at once. Of course you get paid extra."

Lynn stared at him: "Two at once? But I don't understand. How can I possibly massage two customers at the same time? There isn't even room on the table."

Green looked as if he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Jesus," he said, "do I gotta explain everything? You don't massage both of 'em at once, dummy-you get it on with both of them."

Lynn's face flamed. She'd done quite a few things on this job that she'd never done before, and she had to admit she'd enjoyed it. But always it had been with only one partner. The idea of taking on two men at once struck her as some kind of degenerate orgy.

"I couldn't do that," she said.

Green threw up his hands. "Oh, for chrissake!" he shouted. "What's the difference between one guy and two? You do the same stuff Don't be a fool. You'll get paid double for this."

Lynn shook her head. "I just couldn't," she said. "I don't believe in things like that. It isn't natural."

For a moment Green looked like he was going to hit her. He tossed his cigar in the waste basket and marched up to her, seizing her arm painfully hard.

"Look, Little Miss Muffet," he snarled, "stop this phony act. I get reports. I know what you've done. You've jacked off plenty of guys, you've flicked, you've given blow-jobs. Now don't tell me you got a bad conscience!"

Lynn hung her head. It was true. She'd done every kinky thing a paid whore would do, and she didn't feel bad about it. She'd had the time of her life. Still, there was something about Green s proposal that seemed very wrong to her.

"Please, Ed," she said, "don't make me do it. Put Hazel on that one. She's experienced. I don't think I could do any of that way-out stuff."

"Oh, yeah?" Green sneered. "You're too pure and decent and innocent, right?" He gripped her arm even harder, till she whimpered with pain. "Well, baby, I'll show you what I think of that bullshit."

He flung her backwards, onto the shabby couch against the wall of his office. Lynn landed on her back, the breath knocked from her. As she gasped for air, she saw Green starting to take off his clothes.

"N-Nooo," she gasped.

He was so hairy, so dark and ugly. He, didn't really want her, either. She could see that his dull pink cock was completely soft and unaroused. It flopped lewdly as he approached the couch.

Lynn had her breath back by now, and she quickly tried to get up. Green leaped astride her, sitting on her big cushiony tits, pinning her arms to her sides. His soft warm cock brushed against her cheek. Lynn shuddered and tried to move, but he was too heavy and strong for her.

"I'm gonna prove something to you, baby," he hissed. "I'm gonna prove you were born for this work. I've had a lotta girls work for me, but none of 'em turned on as fast as you. A real professional, she don't feel nothing-except maybe with her pimp or her boy friend. But you… You dug it with every customer you had. You're a real nymph, you know that? I'm betting you could even get hot for me." He laughed. He knew she hated him.

"No, Ed, please," Lynn whimpered. "I don't want to."

"With me, you mean?" he sneered. "Oh, yes, you will, doll. Just wait and see. You'd like it with anybody…"

Lynn tried to shut out his damning words, but she knew they were all too true. Fat Arthur, homely Harold, even that sour-faced Hinley-she'd gotten aroused by all of them. Maybe Green was right. Maybe she was a nymphomaniac… She reddened with shame.

One thing she was certain of, though. She didn't want to fuck Green. She loathed him.

"Noooooo!" Lynn writhed under him, tried to squirm away, but his superior weight was too much. He brought his sharp knees forward, trapping her head between them. She was forced to stare straight tip at his swarthy mocking face.

Green picked up his limp flushed prick and laid it on her lips. He laughed at her expression of horror and disgust.

"Stick it," he said. "Get my cock hard."

Lynn almost retched. Everything about this man seemed slimy, filthy. She didn't want to take his cock in her mouth, much less swallow his cum. She wept and protested.

"You did it for that ugly creep, what's-his-name. Harold. Yeah, you did it for him. Why not me?" said Green.

"My God," Lynn wept, "did he tell you? Do they all report to you?"

Green chuckled. "I guess it's time to let you in on my secret," he said. "It might help keep you in line. Look at this."

On the wall behind them there was a light switch-at least Lynn had always thought it was a light switch. Green flipped it to "on" position, and the wall slowly slid back to reveal four closed-circuit television screens. Each one covered a different massage room. Three of the screens were blank just then, but on the fourth one they could see Hazel briskly massaging some old guy's cock. As they watched, the old man reached out and rolled tip Hazel's shirt, revealing her mammoth swelling tits. Hazel grinned at him.

Lynn swallowed hard. In dawning horror, she asked weakly, "You watched everything I did?"

"Yeah," Green chuckled. "Everything. You come over real good on the screen, baby. You're a natural."

Lynn wept. My God, what he must have seen… Her wild ecstasy when Tony fucked her, her lewd performance when Harold ate her pussy, her shameless behavior when she sucked Harold off… She felt totally whipped, defeated.

"Okay," Green said harshly, "no more games. No more of this modesty crap. Open up and suck my dick."

She seemed helpless to protest. Green pinched her cheeks and forced her mouth open, and then he slipped his limp warm prick onto her tongue. He grinned lewdly at her.

"Do a good job," he rasped. "Get my cock hard. And if you try anything, if you bite me, I'll kill you. You know I mean it."

She knew. Green was a sadist. Most men would have been turned off by her weeping and lack of enthusiasm, but Green was stimulated by it. She began sucking his cock mechanically, tears running down her face-and almost instantly he had a hard-on.

"Yeah," he breathed.

Lynn felt her mouth suddenly stuffed with his thick hard meat. His fat shaft stretched her lips painfully, and the rigid swollen head of his prick butted her throat, almost making her choke. She kept on sucking, but if thoughts could kill, Green would have croaked on the spot.