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"I can try. A girl friend of mine is waiting, but she wouldn't mind an hour or so if you…"

"Sorry," Tony Nunez said. "Like I told you, I got business to take care of. You be here tonight. I'm a three-night-a-week man and I'll pay you a hundred bucks a week. Okay?"

Lynn nodded and reluctantly surrendered her grip on the ponderous penis. She accepted an advance and went out of the hotel in a kind of dreamy daze.

"I got the job," she told Kalola, "but we can't expect to do anything with him for a while. It will take a long time to gain his confidence… I think." She had no intention of telling Kalola the truth, which was that at the moment she could think of nothing except that massive, masculine body crushing her and that pachydermous prick plunging into her throbbing cunt. What the hell! On a hundred a week they could pay the rent and even eat a little, despite the prices she had seen in the windows of grocery stores along Kalakalua Avenue.

She took extra care with her bathing and grooming that evening, although she judged from Nunez' brusque, businesslike attitude that he would hardly be the type to notice. From her small wardrobe, she selected a mint-green dress that complemented her eyes and hair and clung with revealing sheerness to her figure. She had trouble doing her fingernails. She was trembling and she realized that it was from eagerness and anxiety.

Lynn was at the hotel at precisely eight. The night-shift desk clerk was a Hawaiian as fat as the woman who had been there that morning. He leered at her as she started up the stairs and called her over to the desk. "You the boss' new redhead, hunh?" he inquired, licking his thick lips and grinning knowingly. "You some doll. Maybeso when Tony get tired of you, you come see Buster," he said. "That's me, Buster Kahane."

Lynn smiled at him. "Maybeso, Buster," she said and went on up the stairs. She found the room surprisingly neat and well furnished. Contrary Tony's instructions, she did not undress, but she did kick off her heels and make herself comfortable on the bed, arranging the dress as though it had fallen carelessly around her hips to reveal the length of her bare legs. She wanted her undraped, lower body to be the first thing he would see when he came in. She was aware that the nylon crotch of her panties was soaking wet with the musk-scented body fluids that had been draining from her all day, for there had been no moment of that time when she had been free of the mental image of Tony Nunez. She was so hot that she felt all she would have to do was barely touch her clitoris with the tip of one finger to make herself go into a violent orgasm. It was a temptation to do so, and she wished he would hurry.

The door opened and he entered. He was wearing white trousers and a blue Aloha shirt. For all his weight, he walked as lightly and gracefully as a dancer across the room, the lust already lighting his face as he eyed her lovely, open thighs.

"You're some piece of stuff," he declared. "I've had some good-looking chicks, but damned if I don't think you top them all. If you can fuck as good as you look, I might keep you around quite a while." He stripped out of his pants, shirt and shorts, and she saw that he was not at all as fat as she had imagined. His body was overlaid with smooth bands of muscle under the satiny sheen of his nearly black skin. His dangling cock was already half-hard as he sat beside her on the bed and leaned over her to kiss her on the mouth.

Lynn had expected brutality, or at least a casual sort of roughness. She was amazed at the gentle touch of his lips on hers and the soft, light flow of his hand as it explored the contours of her thighs. "I'll get undressed for you," she whispered, her voice strained from growing passion.

"No hurry," he murmured. "I'll get your clothes off a little at a time. More fun that way." He disrobed her as he petted her, making a slow ceremony of removing each garment, and he studied the revealed flesh as though each part of her was a new miracle more wondrous to behold than what had been bared before. He toyed with each of her breasts, his fingers teasing the nipples into erection, before he bent his head to honor them with his wet, sucking kisses. When she was at last nude, her clothes a heap on the floor, he made a production out of covering her entire body, from forehead to toes, with tender, provocative kisses, neglecting neither the bubbling well that was her pussy nor the quivering, brown mouth of her anus. While he thus paid tribute to her beauty, her hands were eagerly stroking his cock and carefully fondling his scrotum.

"Oh, my God!" she cried, her voice nearly a thin scream of agony. "Fuck me now, Tony, honey! I can't stand more of this."

"Patience," he cautioned her. "Make it last. It's better that way." He continued to pet her and kiss her. Then, when he was ready, he warned her that he was big for her and that it might hurt.

"I don't give a damn!" she sobbed. "Just do it."

"Okay." He mounted her and began working his cock into her as carefully as possible. He had been right. It did hurt. From the moment the head of it entered her, the pain began and it grew steadily worse. It felt to Lynn as though someone was driving an iron post into her crotch, splitting her body inch by inch. Strangely, however, the pain did not diminish her passion.

"You going to be able to take it?" he grunted.

"Yes! Yes! Give me all of it, Tony. I want it all, I don't care if it kills me!"

He shoved it home, and the pain immediately subsided. There was left only the marvelous sensation of being filled, of being complete. When he began gently to rotate it and work it in and out, she felt every part of its surface in contact with the walls of her vagina. She clenched her legs around his huge thighs and surged upward with her hips, wanting even more. She impulsively set her mouth on his and ran her tongue between his lips.

The erotic kiss seemed to inspire him. He increased the tempo of his plunging prick and Lynn began to come. She sensed that she was approaching a climax of far greater power than any she had yet experienced, and the impending force of it frightened her, as though she expected her body to be consumed in the blazing inferno of her own lust, or her mind to snap from the tension of her tortured nerves. Yet it was irresistible, surging up from her loins like a great wave intent on sweeping all before it. She surrendered to the will-crushing might of the sensation and let her sanity and her humanity fall away like a burden too heavy to carry. She became all animal, a thing of primitive and unrestrained lusts. She was a body, tortured beyond all endurance and responding with naked savagery. She was a rasped nerve that cried for relief, a writhing, twisting, inhuman thing that was all feeling. In the throes of her madness, she bit and scratched the smooth, dark skin of her lover. She screamed like a wounded tigress when her orgasm finally came.

Before it was over, she felt the hot blast of his sperm deluging her inner body. The combined efforts of their frantically and spasmodically jerking muscles flung them around on the bed as though they were having a mutual convulsion.

Tony continued to fuck his own jism back into her until their frenzy of lust began to fade. His motions slowed until he lay quiet but for an occasional twitch of his buttocks.

After several minutes had passed, he raised his head to gaze down at her with dark, sleepy eyes still filmed with the shadow of his dying lust. "You did it," he murmured. "You sure as hell did it! Now you know why I never kept any of the others around very long – they couldn't take it. You're the first woman I ever got it all into, and the first one who ever gave me a decent hump. I'd marry you, if I could get rid of my wife. She won't divorce me, and if I boot her ass out, some of her relatives would get me for sure. I'm a strong man, maybe one of the strongest in the world, but I'm not bulletproof. She's got a brother who is a bagman for the Syndicate here, so you can figure how long I'd last."