Rod Strong - Dealing in adultery

"Well I had kinda thought about going to a movie."

"If I can't take your mind off going to a movie, I'll work free for you the next two times you need a girl."

"You really have a lotta confidence in yourself."

"Try me, I. Will."

Now who was I to deny a sweet working girl the opportunity to "audition" for more business.

"You place or mine?" I asked.

"I hear you have a big mirror in your apartment," she said.

"Yep."

"I'd love to see it. Watching myself make it turns me on all the more."

"Let's go, honey," I said, "unless you want something to eat first."

"You are the only thing I want to eat, I. Will."

So we left the restaurant and headed back to the Elton Roc where I ushered her up to my apartment. I poured her a rye and soda on the rocks while I settled for my usual rum and coke. She stared at the mirror, admiring the way it showed off the entire apartment, but especially the way it reflected the bed when one was on it.

Finishing her drink, she set the glass down on a nearby end table and approached me. I was already seated on the bed, my drink finished. The late afternoon sun, streaming in through the window, cut across her face, and I saw rigid determination written on it. Obviously this chick was short on bread and really desperate. I could see by the hardness in her eyes she intended this to be purely business, seeing to it I enjoyed the hell out of her whether or not she got anything from me. Without a word she pulled her sweater over head and flung it across the room. She let me stare at her heaving breasts, milk-white flesh protuberances standing straight out, her nipples already extending themselves despite her intention not to care about enjoying herself.

In a way I felt sorry for her. She was pretty enough, and she had a pleasing body, and she deserved the opportunity to increase her income. But I could see she wanted to use me as a stepping stone to that increased income, and that I didn't exactly like. So I determined I'd be a bit rough on her.

Her eyes went down to my groin and flashed as if smiling at the lump in the crotch of my pants, pushing the fabric tighter. Her nervousness manifested itself in goose-bumps standing out all over her lush flesh. Then she loosened her skirt and stepped out of it, standing a little to the side so I could not only see her pink-tipped tits, smooth, flat belly, and hardlooking mound beneath her panty, but because of the mirror I was able to see her silky-smooth back and rounded ass.

She was ready to yank her panty down when I reached out, shaking my head. I pulled her close and felt the warmth of her delicious body as my arms curled around her firm back, pulling her forward. Her full, solid breasts squashed between us, the hard, extended nipples punching against my chest as they ground against me. I fitted my mouth to Ella's and kissed her long and hard. She moaned as my snaking tongue, stabbing into her delectable mouth, cut off her breath. I purposely raked her back with my fingers, though I had no real nails and could do no appreciable harm. My solid cock extended itself against her thighs, trying to ram its way between them. She could feel the iron hardness of it under my pants. It pushed and strained against the cloth, trying to burn its way through so it could bury itself in her eager cunt.

I slid one hand down the back of her panty, investigating the furrow between her two, firm hillocks of ass flesh.

I kneaded her bouncy cheeks, squeezing them harder than I normally might until she murmured, "You're hurting me."

I cut off any more words by thrusting my tongue to the back of her throat. My finger, working its way through the crevice of her buttocks, found the target I was seeking as my tongue buried itself in her mouth. I rammed my forefinger against the tight ring of her ass. She wiggled and pulled away but I yanked her right back again. I had my finger securely in place and drove it roughly into her dry, tight asshole. She writhed and wanted to pull away, but finally stood still.

Her hand caressed the back of my neck gently, as if letting me know she didn't want me to be so rough, but I figured it was tough titty. She had asked for this session, not I. And she had been almost arrogant about wanting to prove her ability. Well I was willing to let her prove it, but my way.

Taking her lips from mine for an instant, she whispered, "I've done a lot of things, I. Will, but no one's ever asked to go into my ass before. It's virgin territory."

"Ella baby, it's time to devirginize it," I murmured, and kissed her again. Our tongues locked tightly against each other, crushing hard.

I pulled Ella down onto the bed and rolled on top of her. My mouth was still pressed to hers, and I had one full, swollen tit covered with one hand while my other hand remained behind her, my finger sinking deeper into her rectum. And as she hit the bed, rolling onto her back, my finger pushed itself all the way in. I lay on top of her, my hungry cock rubbing against her eager snatch, my lips sutured to hers, with one hand caressing the allbut-iridescent flesh globe of breast while the other lay flat against the firm, rubber-like cheeks of her butt with a forefinger sunk into her squeezing asshole to the hilt.

"This is only a prelude," I whispered.

Standing up, I unzipped my fly and murmured, "Before the day is over, I'm sinking this into your lovely ass." And yanked my stretched cock out.

I let her study it for a moment. As an experienced girl she'd seen many phalluses, some, I'm sure, considerably larger than mine, though few, if any, thicker. She caressed the shiny white shaft, then massaged the purpling head, and it pulsed with the desire to be wedged somewhere in Ella's delectable body.

"It's so thick I can barely get my fingers around it," she murmured in awe. "How do you expect to fit something like that in my puss, much less my ass."

"It'll fit," I assured her, dropping my pants and underwear.

I kicked them across the room, letting them land near Ella's skirt, then walked over to her and flipped her over on her belly. Holding her down, I began paddling her ass hard, until the white mounds turned a bright, rubyred.

"You really like the sadist route, don't you," she muttered, wincing with every slap, but bearing up under it all very nicely.

"It doesn't seem to bother you," I said to her, whacking her again.

"I've had worse," she told me indifferently, hardly reacting to my walloping.

"So you say," I muttered, a little angry that she was taking my spanking so lightly. Had she kept her mouth shut, I probably would not have taken the next step. But she was so goddamn blase about the whole thing, I decided she needed a real whipping.

Going to my pants, I removed the belt and returned to where she still lay, face down. Ella turned, saw the belt, and tried to get up. But I was on her and threw her back onto the bed. Once again she attempted to rise, pointing that lovely reddened ass into the air, and then I struck, the leather belt hissing through the air and landing smack on the twin cheeks of her round butt. At first she was surprised more than hurt, then lay there on her belly, submitting to every whack I gave her, crisscrossing the moons of her behind with large, red welts, still being careful not to break her skin. I slashed the leather across the backs of her thighs, watching it mark her luscious white flesh. When a sting snapped against the leaking bottom of her hairy cunt she bolted upright and tried moving away. But I was too quick for her. When she spun around, lying on her back, I gave her a few lashes across her nice tits and flat belly, snapping the leather against her nipples until they were blood-red. Her flesh gleamed with sweat now, and she twisted as I raised the belt again, moving to the side and trying to dodge the blow. I turned around and sat on her back, straddling her in such a way I faced her ass. Then I peeled those panties off her whipped ass, exposing the star-like crack of her asshole. She tried to crawl away, but I sat on her all the harder, pushing her tits and belly into the mattress of my bed, while her legs dangled over the side with me putting my weight on her back.