J. Benford - The Family Haven 1

He was gripping the backs of her thighs just below the overhang swell of her buttocks, as he started to slowly undulate his loins up at her face. She knew when he did this she had to keep her head still, she had to let him do the actioning with his cock, she had to let him use her mouth as he would have used her cunt… pushing inwards, withdrawing almost to the tip of his rock-hard cock, then plunging in again to the back of her throat and almost making her choke. Once he had seen her close her eyes while he was doing this to her. He had been furious, he had threatened that if he had ever caught her again with her eyes closed, he would have Silas attend to her. The threat of having the brutal Silas "attend" to them was enough to put fear in the hearts and souls of any of Marko's girls. Certainly Alice never wanted to give the bossman reason to have Silas attend to her.

It was therefore with her eyes wide open that she had this great cock see-sawing in her mouth. She was given a close-up view of the dark wiry bush of the old cuntlapper every time he thrust his cock hard into her mouth. Now and again he thrust so deeply those hairs at the base of the cock stem brushed and tickled her face. A few moments later, Alice was again in the bathroom, but this time she was alone. Old Marko was lying spent and tired on his bed, while Alice frantically washed and spat the sperm remains of his orgasm from her mouth. She knew that every girl he employed went through this ordeal at fairly regular intervals. Every girl at the club had tasted the vinegary semen of their boss man, although as far as she knew, he had never actually used them in the more normal fashion of man with woman. Perhaps he had the view that the precious cunthole between their legs was for the paying clientele, or to be used in the line of duty for the club, in the way Alice had with the not-so-lucky gambler John Graham.

Whatever his reasons, the sensual, weirdo Marko Hymes enjoyed his girls in the way he liked the best. Provided he was satisfied, there was nothing the girls could do about it. They did not get their wages at the Gregley for nothing. He bought them body and soul. And the more use he had from their bodies the better he liked it…

It was not often that Marko Hymes consented to let the club he owned be used for a private and exclusive function. The gambling rooms of course were not involved in such outside lettings, but now and again, if the price was right, Marko would be served and a dance held afterwards. It was through such an affair that Brenda Miller first came into contact with men such as Marko and his henchman Silas.

Tim Miller was a representative of the sales section of a fair sized importing firm. When the firm brought all their South of England representatives into London for a conference to be followed by a dinner-dance affair, Tim was as eagerly looking forward to meeting the big-wigs of the firm as his pretty wife was of having a night in London.

Not that they lived very far outside the metropolis, as they had a nice semi-detached down Reigate way, but with Tim having a lot of traveling to do, and having to be away from home so much, it was very seldom that he and Brenda came up to town for an evening's entertainment. After looking forward to this dinner and dance for several weeks, Brenda was a little taken aback and disappointed to find that instead of it being held in a lush hotel, the firm had hired a part of what could only be described as a gambling joint or a glorified night dive.

The meal was very good, however. Marko knew how to give his customers value for money in good food as well as entertainment… and other enjoyable pleasures. After the meal, Brenda and some of the men, the young salesmen in particular -С of which Tim was a liveСwire member -С congregated together at the bar and were happily drinking and talking shop with a few of the important directors of the firm. It was this neglect that gave the watchful Marko the very chance he had hoped might crop up.

He had singled out the very attractive Brenda Miller from the other wives, and had given Silas his instructions. So it was that far from being neglected and having few dances, Brenda found herself in the company of a charming if ugly and strangely-built, character who told her he was known as Silas, and was employed at the club to make sure everyone had a good time. The persuasive charm of the experience cuntprocurer soon had the comparatively inexperienced Brenda Miller drinking far more than she was accustomed to doing. By the time Tim and his colleagues were partly under the spell of the heady, heavy, smoky atmosphere of the stuffy rooms, and with the drink flowing fast and furious, he was relieved to see that Brenda was having a good time.

Unlike some of the other wives, she was not sitting mooning at the table where the meal had been served; no, Brenda was dancing, she was laughing and having a ball. He felt less guilt at neglecting her for this parley with the important men if she was enjoying herself, even if he did not like the look of the burly beefy character with whom she was dancing.

Brenda normally would have been far from enjoying the type of dancing she was having to indulge in with this apelike man. But with the drink and the intention to have a good time, she let him guide her around the tiny space set aside for their dancing. She even found after a little while that she enjoyed the naughty way one of his ham-like hands had settled over her asscheeks while they danced, and the way he kneaded her responsive flesh. He passed some rather rude but distinctly complimentary remarks about the softness and voluptuous feel of her ass, which she could not help but admit thrilled her in a sensually naughty way. It was while the tempo changed to a slow sultry beat that the lights, already not very brilliant, were dipped even more. During the dance, and hidden by the other dancers around them, Silas took advantage of the dimness of the light to fondle the young woman's lovely tits. When she showed her relish at such petting, he dived his hand down into the low-cut neckline of her cocktail dress and began to rub the nipple through the fabric of her bra. The dance was now a mere excuse for couples to embrace. Brenda hoped Tim could not see how close she was dancing to this horny character. She hoped he would not see the hairy hand thrust down the front of her dress, and it was certainly a blessing that no one could overhear the obscene things that Silas was muttering in her ear as they danced close together and his large face was alongside her hot flushed cheek.

It was while they were dancing slowly around shuffling in each other's arms that Brenda felt another arm on her shoulder. For a moment she went cold, she thought it was her husband suddenly arousing himself from his alcoholic bliss and coming across to give this man dancing with her and petting her a thumping for his pains. Not that she would have liked Tim to get entangled with a man like Silas. Silas was much older but he looked tough, his muscles were just huge and Brenda guessed he knew how to take care of strapping young men who became angry or violent about anything that went on in this sort of establishment… But it was not her husband's arm. It was an oily, grinning Marko alongside them. "Having a swell time, honey?" he asked quietly, giving her shoulder a squeeze. "Is my friend here looking after you well?"

"I'm having… a really good time," she blurted out. "I haven't felt quite so light-hearted or enjoyed myself more for ages."

"Good… good… " Marko saw that this young wife was well boozed although not drunk in the true sense. He put his arm round her slim waist and hugged her. "I'm giving a little film show for some of my friends and clients from the gambling rooms my dear," he murmured, in a low intimate whisper, "If you like I will let Silas take you to see the films. Would you like that, honey?"