0 comments/ 17932 views/ 2 favorites The Prick Pt. 03 By: Paris Waterman Now I admit that I'm not perfect. I mean, I married Fellah the slut after training her for only three months. But she had answered my key question with a response I never expected. "How do you want me to fuck you tonight?" "Mmmm, should you choose, Master, I would prefer that you refer to me as your whore, or just whore. But since you ask your whore what she wants... I'd like you to slide your fingers between my legs and tease my clit with your fingertips. I would like you to make my cunt so wet it drools down my thighs to the sheets and soaks them. And I'd appreciate it if you'd whisper in my ear that I drive you crazy. You could tell me that I'm beautiful, but that's not necessary. All I really want is to have you nudge my lips open with the head of your magnificent cock." So, like a damn fool, I flew the nineteen year-old to Vegas and married her in one of the many chapels that dot the Strip. I will admit that her Libyan gash was damn near perfect. And she learned how to suck cock quickly and better than almost any cunt I've ever known. That and her willingness to go along with anything I suggested, kept us together for five years. Anyway, we were in the Mirage, wandering past the many swanky shops when Fellah saw this "Fuck Me" type dress in a window and gushed over it, I took her hand and pulled her into the store, and insisted that she try it on. The saleswoman, figured us as a lovey-dovey couple, and let me have a peek or two into the dressing room while Fellah tried the dress on. Fellah had no idea I had already glommed her ass and tits as she wriggled into the tight, black dress. She was wearing the wrong type bra for the dress and had taken it off, and like most young girls, she was also wearing a thong. I caught the saleswoman sneaking a peek at her pear-shaped mammaries, and said, "You like girls?" Apparently she did, because she got flustered and didn't do anything when I cupped her ass and told her she was free to watch with me. In fact, other than going rigid, she did nothing, and I left my hand where I'd put it. Fellah came out, and with some encouragement on our part, modeled the dress for us. We told her it was stunning, and she beamed happily and returned to the booth to take it off and put her own clothing back on. "I'll take it," I told the saleswoman, whose face was flushed as she said, "Very good, sir," and turned to leave. I caught her hand and in a low voice whispered, "You want some of that?" That made her nervous, and she pretended she didn't know what I was talking about. I like people like that. They won't admit something you ask them. So I got right to the point. "You liked her tits and ass, right?" She didn't respond, so I said, "Let me be blunt, you want her, I can see that. I can fix you up with her. How's that sound?" The hook was out, now I had to wait for her to take the bait. "You can do that?" she said, almost stammering out the words. "And your name is?" I shot back. "Cleo... but I ...." "Tomorrow night, seven sharp. Gimmie a sec... I'll write the address down for you." I had to laugh; this broad was almost too easy. I handed her the address just as Fellah, walked out of the dressing room holding the dress as if it were the crown jewels. "How much is the dress?" I inquired as Cleo put my note in her purse. "Two hundred, but I... um, I can give you the employee discount." "What!" Fellah gasped. "You're not buying that for me... are you?" Ignoring her for the moment, I said, "I'm not an employee." "No, I am," Cleo replied, and wrote 20% off the price. I paid in cash, and she gave me a thin smile, while Fellah's jaw hung open, still naive enough to believe that anyone would spend that kind of money on her. One worm, two fish; and for only two hundred bucks, not bad, I thought, as Cleo carefully placed the dress in a box, and stole a look at Fellah every time the girl wasn't looking. Outside the store, Fellah regained her voice and said, "I adore you, Jack, but you must know you can't spend that kind of money..." "Shut the fuck up! I can, and I will, spend my money, and yours if you have any, where and when I goddamn well please! Now where's Victoria's?" "Huh?" she said, not grasping what I was doing just yet. "Do you know where Victoria's Secret is?" "Yes, but... why?" "For one, you need a bra to wear with the dress, or do you prefer going braless?" "I... I don't...." "You got the dress, now you need some other... things to wear with it, or am I crazy?" "Why are you suddenly buying me these things?" "Don't you like the dress?" "I love..." she couldn't think of anything to say, and clamped her mouth shut. I liked that about her. "I love it too. You're a beautiful woman, not to mention my almost blushing bride. I want you to knock people's eyes out when you walk into some snazzy place wearing the dress. You know, that saleslady, Cleo, couldn't take her eyes off you." "You're kidding!" "No, I'm not kidding, I had to keep her from going into the dressing room after you." "Why, I wasn't..." Then my words hit home. "You mean...." "She wanted you." "Oh, Jack...I don't believe you." "Don't ever tell me you don't believe me, Fellah," I said, and followed with, "Oh, here's Victoria's, let's go," and taking her arm, steered her inside. "Can I help you?" A pert salesgirl, about twenty, asked with a smile. "Yes, the lady needs a bra. One that will go with..." and handed the box with the dress in it to her, "This dress." "Oh... yes, well, would you mind trying the dress on for me?" she asked Fellah, who could only give me a kind of exasperated look; a look she didn't mean and we both knew it. Taking a deep breath, she accepted the red dress from the salesgirl and went into change. This dressing room was more private that the first one, and provided neither me nor the salesgirl any vantage point from which to see Fellah's shapely body. And so, along with the salesgirl, I waited for Fellah to come out. She was even more stunning this time, for she had had the opportunity to see herself in 'her' dress for the first time, and obviously liked what she saw. "Wow, that's some dress," the salesgirl offered. Fellah seized on her words and gave me a real smile. We bought two bras, and some lacy under things; and when I inquired about a black collar to wear with the black dress Fellah was so embarrassed she tried to leave the store, but I prevented her. The salesgirl flushed at this, but then asked if a garter belt was needed to go with the outfit. "No!" Fellah whimpered. I gave the salesgirl a stern look and told Fellah to be quiet. After that, the salesgirl rang up my purchases without a word, giving me plenty of room as she placed the items in a large bag. "Husband and Master?" This was the form I had instructed her to take when addressing me. Actually she had the option of using either, or both. "Yes, Fellah?" "Why are you buying me these things?" Fellah asked. I had previously ordered her to go naked at all times when we were indoors. "I want you to look stunning when I show you off tonight." "Show me off?" "Yes, I've been wondering what a little bee like you will attract, a male or a female. That's why I want you to look especially good." "Master, are you about to give me away?" "No, but I am about to lend you to someone." "Oh, Husband!" she sounded pathetic, and I told her so while ushering her off to one of those hallways that led one to the restrooms and side entrances to the shops running adjacent to the corridor. After checking that no one was following, I grabbed her by the hair at the nape of her neck and growled, "Listen, cunt, you're mine, and I'll do with you as I damn well please." I heard someone coming and released her. An old woman passed us on her way to the restroom. When she'd entered the restroom, I addressed Fellah, saying, "What are you?" "I... I'm your cunt... your whore, Master." "What's the only reason you're worth pissing on?" "So others will know I'm yours. You... um, piss on me to mark your territory." I held her face in my hands, and she looked into my eyes with adoration. "You're learning, Fellah, you're learning." She proved me right by hooking one leg around my waist, and the other around my leg. "Does my whore want to fuck?" "Yes, Husband, I want to fuck... here and now if you want." A moment later Fellah's face was buried in the crook of my neck. "I want you to blow me right here." Without saying a word, Fellah dropped to her knees and began to unzip my fly. The old woman came out of the restroom just as she brought my hardon to her mouth. "Have a nice day,' I called out as she was abreast of us. She hadn't been looking at us, but my words forced her to look our way and her mouth dropped open as she saw Fellah's tongue paying homage to the crown of my cock. "Fuck you... both of you!" she spat out, and kept walking while my laughter chased her down the long corridor. "Two more sucks, that's all you get, cunt," I snarled into her hair then yanked her head away and tucked my dick back into my pants. The old woman would undoubtedly be going to the mall police, and we didn't want to disrupt our lovely honeymoon, so I pulled Fellah to her feet and returned to our suite at the Mirage where I let her finish the blowjob while I looked out the window at the fantastic lights along the Strip. I took Cleo's phone call at eleven. She asked if it would be all right to drop by a little after midnight. I told her that was fine with me. "What... what about Fellah?" she asked nervously. "What about her?" "Is she...." "Ready, willing and able, Cleo. Are you?" "Um, I don't...." "I get to fuck you after you two finish." "Oh... I didn't think...." "That's the deal, take it or leave it." "So, midnight then," she said quietly. I hung up on her. I didn't mention Cleo to Fellah, but at five to twelve I told her to take a shower. Fellah gave me a strange look, but waltzed into the bathroom without saying a word. Cleo was sitting on the sofa pretending to watch television when Fellah came out of the shower wearing a large Turkish towel around her head, nothing else. For the record, Cleo was wearing a tight pullover and pants that were probably tighter. My cock stirred at the thought of watching them together and then banging the both of them at my leisure the remainder of the night. Fellah never uttered a word, but she showed her surprise nevertheless by turning her palms up in a 'What's this?' gesture. "Cleo wants to play with you, Fellah." Fellah's eyes filled with Fellahrs, but she showed no other emotion. Cleo stood up and went to Fellah who stood still as the other hugged her then gave her a passionate kiss on the mouth. "My hair..." Fellah murmured. Cleo understood immediately and led Fellah to the sofa, had her sit and taking the towel from Fellah's hand, dried her hair in an almost maternal manner. Cleo tossed the towel aside and whispered, "Now undress me." Fellah stood up and squeezed her hands underneath Cleo's tight pullover and pulled it over her head. Cleo, who I estimated at about thirty-five, wore a bra which pushed her ample breasts up forming a deep valley between those firm globes. "Use your mouth, Fellah," I called out, for she was standing there holding the pullover and staring at Cleo's tits. Her eyes met mine, there was a slight nod and she unfastened the bra releasing Cleo's bountiful mounds. Fellah dropped the bra to the floor and reached out to cradle Cleo's tits, then kissed each in turn. Cleo moaned and struggled to remain standing. I told Fellah to take her guest into the bedroom, which she did. By the time I reached the bedroom, she was removing Cleo's shoes. "Suck her toes," I said and found my throat had gone dry. Fellah started with Cleo's big toe and gave it the same treatment she'd given my cock a few hours earlier. Cleo's hand pressed down on Fellah's head holding her in place. It wasn't necessary of course, but I've noticed people do that when getting great head. I had no doubt but that Cleo was close to coming and so I interrupted them and had Fellah remove the remainder of Cleo's clothing. Fellah did surprise me by kissing Cleo's cunt as her hands slowly pushed Cleo's panties down to her ankles. Then she got up and pressed her body against that of the other woman in a tight embrace. It was time for Cleo to take charge and I told her so. "Lie back," she told Fellah. Until then I hadn't been sure that Cleo knew Fellah was a sub. Of course, Fellah complied, and spread herself for Cleo to do with her as she pleased. "Very compliant girl you have," Cleo said with a smile as she parted Fellah's thighs and bent over her pussy. Turning around to me, she said, "Would you like to fuck my ass while I eat this delicious pussy?" I nodded and dropped my slacks. I wasn't wearing anything under them. My prick sprang out and got an approving look from Cleo. I found some KY jelly in the medicine cabinet and used a liberal amount on my dick and her anus. Cleo was already going to town on Fellah when I spread her cheeks and stuck a glob of jelly into her ass. She didn't make a sound when I entered her, but I felt her shudder as her sphincter caved in and my cock surged into her. The only one not enjoying themselves appeared to be Fellah. I could see that Cleo knew her stuff, but saw no favorable reaction on Fellah's part. "Get with it, Fellah," I said sternly. "Yes, husband," she replied, but I could tell her heart wasn't in it. "Cleo, let's try something a little different," I said. She turned her head to see what I was up to and smiled when I pulled my dick out of her ass and moved from behind her to Fellah's face. "Suck it, bitch!" Fellah took my shit-speckled cock into her mouth and covered it with her saliva without a murmur of protest. Cleo resumed eating her out. Perhaps a minute passed before I saw a change in Fellah's demeanor. She was fondling my balls and taking me deep when out of the blue her hips started rocking. Cleo was getting to her. Within a minute Fellah was coming big time. I counted four separate and distinct orgasms Cleo rang out of her. At that point I told Fellah to return the favor and she went down on Cleo. But I wasn't finished with the older woman. While Fellah mashed her face against Cleo's cunt, I sent my dick back into Cleo's ass. It took almost ten minutes, but when Cleo erupted she couldn't stop. I came in her ass, leaving a generous deposit of sperm. Fellah was into it now and kept lapping away at the other woman. "Clean her ass, Fellah," I said just to see what would happen between them. She left off her cunt-lapping and switched to ass-licking without missing a beat. The sounds of Fellah's sucking my load from Cleo's ass filled the room. Cleo had another gigantic orgasm from the ass job Fellah bestowed on her. I left them to take a shower. They were still entangled when I returned. Cleo's ass was sticking up in the air, just as it had been when I'd fucked her. The hole was still red, looking slightly bruised from the penetration. There was a small amount of my cum trickling out of it. I supposed that it had leaked out after Fellah tongued her there. Fellah was a very through girl, after all, and one's muscles had a tendency to relax when enjoying a nice orgasm, so I let it pass. Watching the two of them munching away was a very erotic sight and I soon had another hardon and let it bob in front of the two of them. Cleo knew what to do. She grabbed it and brought it to Fellah's mouth. After several generous sucks, Fellah tendered it to Cleo. And so it went. Eventually they started kissing each other with my cock rubbing against one or the others face as they did. I positioned myself so that I could finger each of them, putting a finger or two in Fellah's snatch and managing to get a finger each in Cleo's cunt and asshole which was still red, looking slightly bruised from my earlier penetration. "Fellah, tell me which of you shall I fuck next?" "Cleo deserves it, husband. I wish that you would honor her with your phallus." I had insisted she refer to my cock as a phallus the night before, and was pleased to see that she remembered. She also garnered points for denying herself and granting Cleo a pleasure I knew she would miss. "Master, I want to see it. I want to watch you fuck her. I want to see what a woman looks like when you fill her with that thick cock of yours. I want to watch her scream." "All right," I said and reached down to flip Cleo over then I took her by the throat and choked her. Not hard enough to cause her to panic, but hard enough for her to know I was in charge. "Fuck me! Do it!" Cleo croaked, and my hand tightened around her throat as if of its own volition. "Please don't hurt her, Master!" Fellah called out, warning me that I might be choking her too hard. I loosened my grip on her neck, heard her gasp for breath and made a note to thank Fellah later. Able to breathe freely once more, Cleo renewed her request: "Ahhh, God, do it. Do it now!" Fellah was sprawled on the bed next to us running a finger over her clit. Cleo snaked her arms around my back. "Fuck me, fuck me now! God damn it... I need it!" I slammed into her wet cunt. She let out a low, deep moan, as her tight pussy stretched around me, and I groaned in response. "Yes... so good! I withdrew completely and drove into her again, slow, long strokes to get her used to me. She threw her head back and screamed, as I pumped her a third time, then a fourth. Slowly I picked up speed, and she began to thrust back toward me, meeting me. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Fellah intent on our fucking, fingers a blur on her clit. Her dark hair was thrown back on a pillow, and her large, brown eyes, were fixed on us. It was one of the most erotic things I've ever experienced. Our fucking took on a savage quality. Rough, hard, and deep. The only sounds in the room were the slap of our bodies, and moans from the three of us. My hands squeezed Cleo's ass hard, and I pulled her against me, my cock driving into her in long, fast strokes. Cleo bit her lip, her eyes glassy and filled with lust, staring behind me. I glanced in the mirror, Fellah was like a woman possessed; her hips thrust upward as if being fucked by an invisible force, her fingers were slick and shiny with her juices; and all the while her eyes never left Cleo and me. Cleo moaned loudly, and started to tremble and shake against me. I knew she was close, and I picked up the pace, pounding myself into her for all I was worth. "Oh fuck," she said, "oh fuck . . . I'm gonna cum . . . I'm going to . . ." I growled in response, and raked my teeth along her exposed throat. Her entire body shook violently, and she wrapped her legs tightly around me. Her arms slid up my back, one of her hand grasping the back of my head. "Fuck! I'm cumming . . . I'm cumming!" Still I drove into her, my cock like a piston, always moving, always demanding more. I heard Fellah moan behind me, and I knew she was about to explode. Then she did, a loud rough scream coming from deep in her throat. I looked to the mirror and saw her shake, her mouth open in an O of pleasure. Seconds later I joined her, screaming loudly as I felt the first sensations in my cock. I could feel my balls pull up tightly to the base. Cleo clutched me to her now, fucking me back hard. I exploded. Cleo gasped, and came again as my balls emptied themselves of their burden. Eventually, I slowed to a stop, gasping, trying to catch my breath. Then Fellah moved in on us and squeezed my ass causing my cock to jerk one last time inside Cleo. The Prick Pt. 04 I spotted her while driving out of a Dunkin' Donuts. She was standing near the traffic light, wearing a sign that said: "Lost Everything - All possessions - Please Help." She was a petite thing, with dirty braided hair, but managed to have a clean white Tee on, along with a tattered pair of jeans and some well worn sneakers. She was also fairly young, probably not yet twenty. As the light was red, I lowered the window on the passenger side and beckoned her over to the car. "Please help me Mister," she whined. I glanced in the rearview mirror. No one behind me and the light was still red. "Want to make twenty bucks, maybe more?" "Sure!" she exclaimed with a faint smile. "Get in; I'll bring you back to this spot after you earn it." "I don't...." "Twenty or more..." I said. When she continued hesitating, I said, "When the light changes I'm outta here." She looked up at the traffic light and reached for the door handle at the same time. She was in the car and we were off as the light turned green. Three blocks later we came up against another red light. I lowered my sunglasses and looked directly into her brown eyes. Now I happen to be blessed with a pair of what I'm told are dazzling placid blue orbs that hold the ladies in check... for a time anyway. I saw her breathing quicken as she wondered what lay in store for her. Her fingers gripped the frame of the door as if anticipating a quick departure from my car. Her mind was a whirl of thought as pulled into the parking lot of a now decrepit shopping park. Only the liquor store was still open. The Chinese restaurant had closed a month or so ago, and all the other tenants had left months before that. "You want to know what's expected of you in order to earn the twenty, right." "Yeah... I guess so." She said nervously. "Show me those tits of yours," I said beginning my experiment. I watched her nostrils flare. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Without opening her eyes she asked, "What if someone...?" "No one will see," I said quickly, punctuating my words with a soft, wet kiss below her ear. It must have been several days; perhaps a week since she'd bathed. It didn't bother me in the least. I'd spent time in Cambodia's jungles. I knew what it was like to be filthy and sweaty. I raised my head and smiled at her disarmingly. I let my blue eyes show a hint of deviltry as she looked into them and shivered. Her hand slipped the thin fabric of the tee up, exposing her left breast in its entirety and the right to just below the nipple. Her nipple stiffened in the air-conditioning and she moaned softly in anticipation as my mouth found the exposed bud and nipped at it. She whimpered as I teased her breast with my teeth and tongue, running them around her nipple in tiny circles, then sweeping across the top of her breast and around the sensitive underside. Need blossomed within her and her hands fell to her lap, pulling at the thin fabric of her jeans. "Please, Mister," she pleaded in a strained whisper as I worked the top button of her jeans open. "Oh please." I dragged her fly down with agonizing slowness while my other hand began stroking and squeezing her as yet uncovered breast. "OH!" "I think you're going to earn more than that twenty we discussed," whispered as my fingers found the edge of her underwear and crept underneath and felt her wetness. "Mister... I don't...." "Yes you do," I hissed snake-like in her ear. "Oh, yes you do, young lady. You want my money. I want your...." I was stuck for the right words, and fell silent. Words no longer mattered actually. My fingers found her center, caressed it lightly as she trembled with expectation, and dare I say it? Excitement. "I... I left my boy...." "Your boy friend's waiting back there for you?" She nodded nervously. "You let him pimp you off like that?" "He's not...." She couldn't bring herself to utter the word, but realized it was true. She was here with me in the car. I had her tits out and a hand inside her jeans, about to finger her. Of course he'd pimped her out. "It's not like it's your first time," I said not unkindly. "Now we'll be more comfortable in the backseat. Climb over." She clambered over the passenger seat almost docilely and I followed after her. Once we settled in, I put an arm around her shoulder and she rested her head in the crook of my arm. My hand returned to her pussy. She spread her legs automatically, gasping when my fingers touched her. She was already wet. By the time I sent my middle finger into her, her juices had soaked the gusset of her panties. She grabbed a handful of my t-shirt and pulled. Her legs squeezed together on my hand, but I kept rubbing the tiny, but hard bump under my finger. She whimpered and looked into my eyes. Her hips thrust up and down in rhythm to my rubbing her clit. A moment later she had her face buried in my shoulder. It was time. I sent two fingers up her snatch on an exploratory mission. She moaned. The faster I jabbed them into her faster her pelvis ground back at me. Now there was a distinct sucking sound coming from her twat each time my fingers came out. She was panting and when she raised her head to look at me I noted a large wet spot on my shoulder where she had drooled on me. Knowing she was watching, I took my fingers out of her and stuck them in my mouth. "Mmmm, want a taste?" I asked. She nodded her head and I jabbed them back inside her for another couple strokes, and then fed the fingers to her guppied open mouth. Her expression changed, like she was trying to decide if she liked the taste. She licked her lips. "Is that how I taste?" she asked. "Don't tell me that's the first time you've sampled your nectar!" I said with disbelief. "But ..." she sputtered. "Do you like it?" "Yeah, kinda. But I thought I'd taste different." "Kiss me, see how different that tastes," I said. She tilted her head up and kissed me, moaning into my mouth as my tongue invaded her mouth and swept over her gums and teeth. She kicked a leg over me as she moved on top of me, straddling my body with her long, coltish legs. And then she surprised me by raising her ass in the air, and working my dick out into the open and angling it so that I slid right into her juicy pussy. Nice trick, I thought, a talented girl, this one. She continued working my fairly thick dick into her. She had to want it as much if not more than I did. Lordy, she was tight! It had to hurt some; I was sure of that. I stroked the side of her face. "You can stop if you want." She shook her head. "I don't wanna stop." I moved my hands down to her ass and pressed her down, gently but firmly. I didn't want to hurt her, but felt she needed a little help to do it all the way. "Ow... ow... oh, God," she cried. Jesus, she was tight! I stopped to let her get used to being stretched. I'd fucked girls up the ass with less difficulty than this. But it was worth it, that's for sure. "Wait! Wait!" she whimpered. "My bag... hand me my bag, will ya?" I found the bag on the front seat and handed it to her. She looked at me and reaching into the bag said, "I carry a little bottle of baby oil, you know... just in case." She had already opened the bottle and was pouring a small amount directly on her pussy. I thought about the transformation from shy teenager to almost professional status and decided I was right the first time. She was hooking, not begging. I began working it in and out with relative ease. "Oooooohh, look how easily it glides in now," she chirped. Still pumping slowly, I leaned forward and kissed her mouth with her tits pressed against my chest. As soon as he released her mouth she said, "Fuck Anna!" "That your name, Anna?" "Yeah, fuck Anna, please! Anna loves a good fucking." I made it a point to do just that and fucked Anna like she'd never been fucked before. I drove my dick deep, pulled back slowly, and slammed back into her so hard I heard the breath whoosh from her mouth. I took it complexly out and slapped her clit. That drove her wild. "C'mon, fuck Anna!" she whined. I slipped it back into her wet snatch, and hit her at various angles during the next fifteen strokes. Her hips were flying up to meet me with each successive thrust. I quickened the pace and had her gasping. I slowed down and she sobbed and began begging me to "do me ... really do me!" "What happened to Fuck Anna?" I asked as I came to a complete halt. "No ... No! Fuck me! Fuck Anna! Please! Please! Please!" I started in on her again, this time angling upward, looking for her g-spot. I hit it on the second stroke. She told me as much by shrieking: "Ohhh, fuck yeah!" I tried to stay on course then, hitting the spot with every other stroke. I also increased the tempo of my thrusting, almost jackhammering into her. Her hips thrashed violently against me; while her cunt walls attempted sucking my cock into the oblivion of her orgasm. Oh yeah, she was cumming big time. I felt myself tense and a split second later released my load into her snatch. "Huh – huh – huh," she huffed. I kept pumping away at her even as I finished cumming. I was rewarded by her achieving another rousing climax that left her exhausted for the moment. I waited for her to calm down, then asked, "Ever have anyone eat you out after they came in you?" "Nugh ... no ... no, never," she rasped in disbelief. "You gonna do it?" "Yeah, I am." "Holy shit!" she managed before I told her to spread her legs for me. Moving quickly, Anna spread her legs fairly wide apart. I glanced down at her cunt and found essentially what I'd expected to see: a combination of cum and her secretions trickling out of her and onto her ass. "Try to relax and enjoy this, Anna," I cooed. The very words caused her to shudder in anticipation. Leaning in close, I sent my tongue out and licked the tip of her clit. "OOHHHH!" "Lean back, baby. Keep those eyes closed. I want you to tell me if you feel me licking away at you, okay?" "Okay ... yeah ... felt that touch to my clittie." I hadn't thought it possible, but Anna spread her legs even more. It took me a moment before I caught her purpose it spreading them so much. She was presenting her asshole to me in hopes I would eat her out back there too. I pretended not to notice and concentrated on eating her out. I took me several minutes to ingest my sperm and her excess fluids then I went to work on her. She came quickly, maybe three minutes in; and again at the seven minute mark. I was checking my watch each time she shuddered and came. I pretended to discover her little ploy with her asshole about then and asked her if she wanted me to lick her back door. "You want to lick me back there?" What a fucking phony! "Yeah, why not?" I said, as if just realizing it was possible. "If I, umm, shift a little . . . my tongue can probably, yeah, I umm, can get it in there." "Oh, baby!" she moaned happily. I licked her asshole and she moaned happily. I let a hand snake its way up to one of her breasts and tweaked a very stiff nipple. "Oh, Anna ...Look at your nipples now! They'd poke my fuckin' eye out if I tried suckin' on 'em now!" She gave a nervously lewd laugh and said, "Probably would. I'm so fuckin' hot, man!" "Squeeze 'em for me baby!" She hurried to comply. "That's a girl! Feels good don't it? "Yeah ... does," she answered slowly as if in a daze. I sent three, then four fingers into her snatch while lapping away at her asshole. I found her g-spot and pressed on it as my tongue slipped into her shitter. "OHMYGOD!" Wresting my mouth away from her asshole, I called out, "Yeah, baby! Cum for me! Cum big time!" She did. She came with a veritable gusher, spewing a stream of cum juice that flooded the both of us. I hadn't expected her to be a squirter, but she was that and more. Both of us were drenched in her bodily fluid. The backseat was stained beyond repair. I wasn't too concerned there; I intended to sell the heap soon anyway. "Wow, baby ... you're something else!" I told her. "You ... you ... you too," she managed to gasp. "Jeez, Anna, look at your clit! It's standing up . . .looks like a small cock right now, want me to give it a lick?" "Ohhh, I don't ... know...." I licked it anyway. "OHGOD OHGOD! OH GOD!" she wailed. "Cum for me, Anna! Come on, cum for me!" Anna obliged me and came for me; and came again as I kept toying with her clit. I allowed ten minutes to pass before I straightened my clothing and moved back behind the wheel. "Fix your clothes, Anna?" "Huh ... oh, yeah, I get dressed, sure. Um...." She was about to ask me for her money, but I beat her to it, saying, "That'll be fifty bucks, Anna. I delivered on that hump, didn't I?" "What? What did you say?" "I said you owe me fifty bucks for the fuck and oral sex. It's a low rate, but I know it was worth it. You must have cum a zillion times, right?" "Um, yeah, I came ... but ... but you wuz supposed...." "Hey, no credit, Anna. Cash on delivery, and I sure as hell delivered." Anna was flummoxed. She had no reply. I watched as she reached into her shoe and extracted three twenties. I gave her a tattered fiver in change, and while she fixed her hair I drove her back to where I'd picked her up. Her so-called boyfriend was waiting. As Anna got out of the car, I called out to her boyfriend/pimp, "She was a real treat, man. I'd do her anytime, but lemme tell ya, next time it'll cost at least a hundred fifty. Then I drove off, chuckling at having bested them at what they're supposed to be experts at.