Robert Vickers: Hooker housewife

Denise looked up in surprise, her brown eyes wide. "Clark! We both love each other!"

She said it as if that was all there was to the matter.

"Yeah. So what? I love a lot of people and don't go around marrying them. Look, Denise, you're a damn good lay. You're one hell of a sexy broad… but marriage? Hell, no!"

Denise sat up in bed. She stared at Clark for a moment, in stark surprise, then said, "I don't believe it! You… you've been using me all this time, haven't you? You don't give a shit what happens to me, what I feel!"

Clark spun and rolled to his feet. He began putting on his clothes as he talked, "Sure I love you. But I'm not going to leave my wife. You can damn well divorce your old man if you want. That's your business. But between us – that's purely physical. Dig?"

Denise sat crossed-legged on the bed, trembling in anger. Her tits shook slightly as her breath came faster and faster with the emotion she was showing. She was oblivious to the fact that, in this position, her cunt was widely exposed to the man in front of her.

"You… you beast! All you think of is sex!"

"And what's wrong with that?" Clark snapped back. "Are you any better? What were you thinking about when I balled you that first time? You sure as hell weren't thinking about the weather. Admit it, you got off on it."

Denise said nothing.

"Dammit, admit it! You hadn't gotten a good lay since you married that turd! If it hadn't been for me, you'd never have even known what sex could be like!"

Denise crossed her legs and hid her snatch from him as if feeling vulnerable for the first time with Clark. "You think you're such a stud, don't you?"

Clark glared at her.

"Damn right I do. I am, and you know it. Now, are you going to cut out this 'marriage' shit so we can get back to fucking or not?"

"You won't marry me?"

Clark didn't say another word. He picked up his suitcase as he went out the door, slamming it behind him.

For a moment, Denise looked at the closed door in astonishment. Then she rolled over on her stomach and began to sob, her cries muffled by the soft bed. All her hopes had walked out the door with Clark. She had loved him and the bastard had been using her.

Using her like some Goddamn whore.

In a while, eyes red and cheeks tear-stained, Denise pulled herself together. She dried her teats and wiped at her nose. Clark wasn't really gone. The brunette knew that deep down. He'd just stalked off in a fit of rage and would return soon.

In the meantime, she'd show him. She'd go down to the bar and get roaring drunk. Denise dressed in a low-cut dress she had brought along and went down to the bar.

Down in the dimly lit lounge, few people were around. Most were out in the casino gambling. Denise could hear the whirring of the slot machines and occasional jangles of tumbling coins when some lucky person hit a jackpot. Denise didn't have the heart to go out and try her luck. All she wanted to do was get drunk and forget her troubles. She picked a quiet corner in the bar and sat down.

When the scantily clad waitress came up, Denise was momentarily confused. She didn't drink very often and, when she did, she usually let Ray or Clark order.

She asked for the first thing that popped into her head.

"Let me have a double martini."

The waitress raised her eyebrows slightly.

"Drowning your sorrows, honey, or do you just like the olives?"

"Get me the drink and shut up," Denise snapped.

The waitress shrugged her shapely shoulders and went off, wiggling her ass in case any of the male patrons were nearby and could see. She soon came back and placed the drink in front of Denise.

"That's two bucks, honey. Think the olives will make you any sexier?"

Denise didn't throw the ten-dollar bill at the waitress, but she wished to hell that she could have.

By the time Denise had finished off six of the martinis, she was completely drunk, which was why she never saw the waitress steal all the money from her purse. Quickly and efficiently she had been left drunk and penniless.

When she ordered another drink and found that all of her money was missing, Denise didn't know what to do. She'd had almost a hundred dollars, including the money she'd won at the roulette table. Now, it was all gone.

"Sorry, honey. No money, no drinkee."

"That's all right. I'll pay for it."

The waitress turned and saw a man dressed in a violet, pink and canary-yellow aloha shirt, open at the collar. She shrugged. "Okay, buddy. It's your money."

The man slipped into the seat next to Denise and said, "Hope you don't mind me butting in like that. I know how it is… forgetting your money sometimes."

Denise nodded and sipped at her drink. Through the fog of alcohol that blanketed her brain, she saw an attractive man; not outstanding in looks, but not ugly.

Before she knew it, they were walking along, his arm around her waist. Much to Denise's surprise, she found she needed the extra support to keep from bouncing off the walls. The brunette had had too much to drink and barely realized it until she tried to stand.

"Don't worry about a thing, Denise," the man was saying. "We'll be up in my room in a couple minutes. Then we can get down to some fun times, you know?"

Denise nodded slightly, then turned in the circle of the man's arm to say, "Did I find out what your name was?"

"I've got so many names. Just call me Conrad." He guided her along the hallway to the door of one of the suites on the topmost floor of the hotel.

When the man opened the door, Denise caught her breath. The room she and Clark had was nice, but this was tremendous. It was outfitted for some hedonist. Someone who devoted his life to enjoying every possible luxury. The carpet was as soft as grass on a golf course. The round bed dominating the center of the massive room was fitted with white satin sheets.

A night in white satin kept going through Denise's head. She glanced up and saw the mirrors overhead. Every action on the bed would be reflected for the enjoyment of the people fucking.

"Like it?" asked Conrad.

"Hell, yes!" Denise staggered out of his arms and fell headlong onto the bed.

"Bring on the cavalry!" she cried for no [missing text].

Conrad began stripping off his clothes.

"No need for an entire regiment. I'll be able to keep you happy for a while!"

When Denise saw the man's dick slowly rising in front of his crotch, everything began to blur. Was this Clark? Ray? No, it was someone else. Who? What was the difference? He had a big cock and he wanted to stuff it into her aching, hollow cunt.

Maybe that would drive away the pain deep down inside her. Denise was feeling alone and deserted in this strange town. She needed someone to comfort her, and Conrad was offering to do just that.

She let the naked man take off her clothes as she watched his practiced motions in the mirror overhead. The ripple of his muscles along his shoulders and down his back fascinated her. He was a small man, yet he had well-toned muscles.

She liked that.

She liked it even more when Conrad began to suck on one of her tits. His wet mouth engulfed the entire ruddy plain of her areola, his tongue lashing out and pelting the growing nipple with blow after wet blow.

Denise moaned in pleasure as Conrad started to suck. He pulled the little red finger of flesh into his mouth to better tongue and lick at it. Denise's nipple received the most attention it had in a long time. Conrad didn't leave a single square millimeter of flesh untouched. He swirled, and moved his tongue around and around and tickled the aroused nipple until Denise laughed in joy.

"Tha… that's gooood, Conrad. So gooood!"

All the man could reply was, "Ummmm!"

But he continued to suck as much tit flesh as he could, slowly opening his mouth and taking the entire top of her boob into his mouth. Then he began to strain his jaws as the entire marshmallowy mound disappeared into his face.