Mary Jenkins - Innocent in Chicago Volume One

He took both her hands in his, drew her into the foyer, kissed her and then held her away while he looked at her admiringly. "The always lovely Cynthia." On the shoulders of her fur coat and on her golden hair large flakes of snow still rested lightly, sparkling in the light. "You look like a blue eyed snow angel."

She smiled at him sweetly, even though his sentimentality and sugary compliments often made her feel like biting the end of his nose – a large nose. But then he was a large man, tall and compact, well preserved for his forty-eight years. "Yeah," Frankie had said, "he keeps his weight down by skipping back and forth from one side of the law to the other."

As he took her coat he looked approvingly at the long-sleeved green wool dress, which fit her tightly, molding her breasts and hips, its severity relieved only by the deep cut V neckline through which her neck and chest gleamed the color of cafe au lait. "Looks wonderful on you. Have you got it all on?"

She nodded. They had been shopping and he had bought her not only the dress, but new shoes, lingerie and a tight waist-cincher. She kicked her shoes off and curled up in an armchair, talking to him while he mixed a drink. A quiet evening at home with fire and slippers, she thought. Nuts!

When they went out together she always dressed in her most sophisticated gowns, but she knew he liked her to be informal when they were alone together. "I want you to look like you lived in a sealed block of ice when other people are around," he had said, "but when we're alone, I like to know I've got a woman who's warm like a human being."

He brought her a drink and sat down on the couch.

"Cynthia," he said, "I hate to bring the subject up again, but won't you reconsider moving into an apartment? I've found a dandy not far from here…"

Here we go again, she thought to herself. "Oh, Conrad," she pouted, "not again! Really, I'm sorry, but I like this arrangement as it is."

"I can give you a lot more than that guy you're living with now."

"I know. But I don't want to settle down yet. Maybe later. Let's not argue, darling."

"Okay, Cindy, have it your way."

While he talked on she appeared to be listening intently, but her thoughts were far away. Until they got into bed, Conrad's conversation, as he droned on in a gruff voice about things she was totally uninterested in, completely bored her.

He went over in the portable bar to get another drink and paused behind her chair. She could feel him standing behind her, gazing down at the top of her head. He leaned over. She tilted her head to look up at him. He was staring down the deep V of her neckline to where her breasts nestled snugly under the green wool. She took a deep breath and threw her chest out so they arched under the material like two soft, green hills. She reached up to draw his mouth down to hers. As they kissed, his hands slid over her chest down to her waist and up again along the firm slats of her ribs until they found the opening of her neckline and creeped under to the warm, pliant dough of her breasts.

"Take your dress off," he whispered.

While he watched, she slipped the dress over her head and stood before him, her legs wide apart, clad only in long, black stockings and the black waist-cincher. Extremely tight, it nipped in her waist like an hour-glass; above, it widened upward like a black heart into a half-brassiere which, supporting only the under-part of her breasts, cupped them so they lay like two golden moons, high and full; below, it belled outward to just below the curve of her belly and the top of her swelling buttocks. Lying as closely as a second skin, a skin of satin and black lace, it made her buttocks bulge like two large, plump apples, toasted a golden tan by the sun. Framed by the long, parallel lines of the garters which stretched down to meet the silky, black sheaths of her stockings, the curve of her mound seemed even more obese and prominent, her vagina covered by fine, blond curls, more naked and mysterious.

When she turned and walked out of the room, her round thighs brushing hotly against each other, she could feel his eyes hungrily following her sensuous movements; and when she returned she knew he was ready to take her, he had already undressed and was waiting for her, his clothes in a heap on the floor, his body tense, his impatience revealed by his full erection. She walked toward him, her soft, blond hair swaying down her back; her full, rounded breasts, resting lightly in the half cups.

When she had walked to him he put his hands on her shoulders without saying a word and pushed her down so she was kneeling on the floor before him. She knew he needed this, this paying of the ultimate homage to him before he made love to her. It was his way, of always reminding her that she was a bought and paid for thing that was his to do with as he wished. She had never objected, and somehow found it strangely exciting to be dominated and humiliated this way as though she were some pet dog, or something not quite to be treated as human.

His hardened cock was directly in front of her face and without otherwise touching him, she began to slowly lick the underside of it, at first running wetly all around the hard throbbing head with her tongue. As he moaned softly above her head, she took the heart-shaped, smooth fleshed end full into the warm moistness of her mouth and her lips clamped firmly around it. She reached around behind him, cupping his hard, white buttocks and pulled him toward her, feeling the full, lubricated rod of flesh slide deeper between her teeth, her tongue running in hot, moist circles over its smooth surface. Cynthia squirmed her own buttocks down against her heel that was insinuated up tightly between the soft, globular moons. She could feel the wetness beginning there as it always did when she felt his excitement rising in the warm wet cavern of her mouth. She increased the movement of her head until it was bobbing in front of him like a balloon tossed about by the wind. Her hot, moist tongue swirled faster and faster around his still hardening cock until she knew he was almost ready to erupt deep in her mouth.

But, this time it was different. He wanted something else from her now and he suddenly reached down and jerked her bodily from her slavish task. His penis slipped from between her protesting lips with a slight sucking noise as the pressure was released against it and he half pushed, half dragged her to the overstuffed chair by the couch.

"Kneel on the arms," he said, his voice rushed from the near orgasm he had almost had in her mouth. She quickly spread her legs and climbed up on the chair, balancing her bent knees on the ends of the arms and letting her head and torso fall downwards toward the seat. Her full, ripe buttocks were thrust upward, bulging, soft and pushed outward by the tight girdle he had not had her remove. Her wide-spread crevice, breaking the two flaccid, white mounds curved down, lined with soft, blond fleece and broken only by the pink puckered entrance to her anus. With the top of her head bent into the seat of the chair, she looked back through the wide-spread arch of her thighs and saw him standing behind her, not touching her.

Suddenly she felt two slaps, one on each cheek of her buttocks so sharp and stinging that she gasped with pain. Although her body quivered with the shock, she retained her position and waited tensely for the next blow. Instead, she unexpectedly felt the light, gentle pressure of his lips kissing the bright pink imprints which burned and tingled. Just as she was beginning to relax, however, he slapped her again, this time so hard that her head was crushed up against the back of the chair and tears came to her eyes. Before she had time to recover, the stinging slaps fell again and she writhed and trembled and began to sob. But he murmured soothingly and lightly caressed her quivering buttocks with his cool hands until she thought he was through tormenting her and she stopped crying and began to purr softly with pleasure. There was shuffling of position behind her, and she felt the hot moistness of his lips against the flesh of her behind. His tongue licked up the length of the wide-split crevice between her thighs, pausing at the small crinkled hole of her anus to thrust and tease at it for a few short moments.