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Chapter 3

Duke met Mona and her friend the next day in front of the hotel. They both looked at each other with surprise when they saw him alone. "Both of us for just you?" asked Mona, her black lips shiny and moist.

"Lemme see what you brought me," said Duke, investigating the tall blonde woman who stood smiling next to Mona. She had long full legs. She was not fat, but she wasn't skinny either. She had legs that seemed to go forever, and where the legs left off, in the wide graceful curves of her hips-there began her trim belly and full titties. She had a big bustline, and Duke could see, over the top of the tight hemline of the woman's blouse, that her boobs were creamy and milk-white. She had long blonde hair, just as he had ordered, and quick blue eyes. She could have been American, but then there was something in her presence that said she was all Swede. "What's your name, honey?"

"Tilda," she said simply.

"Tilda," repeated Duke, taking the whore's arm in, his own, "that's a nice name." He put out, his other big Texas arm for Mona. "Shall we?" With an African beauty on his left, and with a Swedish Princess on his right, he made his way up to the hotel room. They laughed and giggled on the way as Duke promised them all sorts of love-making and told them not to worry about the fact that he was only one man. "After all," he said, pushing the hotel room door open with his boot, "Jesse James was only one man, too!"

The girls demanded their money up front, but they did it in a nice enough way that Duke didn't feel like they were worried that he'd run out on them. If was just pure professionalism. He handed over two hundred dollars of his oil millions, and said: "Let's see what I bought myself!" Tilda spoke enough English-with an enchanting Swedish accent-that she knew right away that she was supposed to start stripping. Mona locked the door to the room.

"Alright," she said, "show him, honey. Show him what he's in for." Tilda stepped forward. She was wearing a short, hot orange skirt that ended between her hips and her thighs. Her smooth, blonde legs were fully exposed, except for the top portion of her thighs. So she lifted her skirt, right off, and gave the Duke a good look at the inside of her legs. Her bush was covered with the narrowest strip of bikini style panties that Duke had ever seen. Blondish pubic hairs pushed out above and below the silky material. Tilda not only pulled the skirt up, but she also took it off. She was left wearing only her blouse and heels. "Yeah!" exclaimed Duke. "You got the first half in order. Let's see the rest." He rubbed his hands together and waited.

She slowly unbuttoned her blouse. It was the kind of European affair that had buttons on the side, under her arm. She worked them open and then folded the front of the shirt away from her chest. She slipped out of the thing to reveal her bra-covered tits, her smooth belly and lovely, graceful hips. "Now, now, now," said Duke, stepping up for a feel of the blonde's sweet flesh. He rubbed her hips with both hands and then stood back again. "Will you look at that!" exclaimed Duke. "She's so pretty. I got a mind to take her hack to Dallas with me. Wow!"

She reached behind her back and went for the buckle that held her bra in place. She undid it, and then Duke stepped up for a close inspection of the large, melon-style mammaries that flopped loose and ready. The pink nipples were upright in the centers of large red caps. Her breasts were totally creamy, except for the cherry red nipples. "My, my," said Duke, taking himself a full palm feel of the soft flesh. "You sure did fill the prescription just the way I wrote it," said Duke to Mona. "She's wonderful."

"Thank you, Duke," said the sweet Swedish girl. "I'm glad that you are pleased."

"Pleased? Yes, damn it," groaned Duke. "I'm pleased as peaches." He rubbed both of the whore's titties. "You know what, though? I want to know something. You look a mite young to be in this business How old are you"

He was licking her titty when he heard her say "Seventeen."

"What? That's jail bait!"

"Not here," said Mona who was undressing and stepping out of her skirt. "Here you can do anything you want whenever you want it. So long as you don't hurt anybody."

"I'll be," said Duke. "That's great." He went licking on Tilda's other mammary. He sucked up the hot red nipple and rubbed it between his lips. He used his hands to support the hefty, weighty titty in his face. He pushed it at the base of the mound and the nipple wiggled this way and that under his swabbing tongue.

"Oooooh," squeaked Tilda, "that's very nice."

Duke scattered a couple of kisses along Tilda's neck and then landed his long tongue in her face. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him back. Her mouth opened wide and her tongue toured the inside of his face. "Mmmm," she hummed, "nice." He reached around and started to feel her butt. "Oooooh," she said, "that tickles." He pressed hard, squeezed her large, firm buttocks. They were well-rounded and shapely, full moons, and as soft as sand. They skipped out of his hands every time she swayed left or right. That's how smooth they were. He drew a line down her ass crack with his middle finger, still kissing her in the mouth, and landed his digit between the folds of skin leading into her cunt, from the back. "Oh, yeah," grunted Duke when he discovered how slippery the young whore's pussy was. "This is going to be very, very nice."

She smiled and reached down between his legs. He still hadn't undressed, but she had no trouble locating the bulge in his pants that could only be his cock. She caressed across it, moving lightly with her fondling fingers. She sort of traveled up and down the covered joint as if she were caressing him with a feather. Only her fingers were more deft, more agile, and they occasionally squeezed and rubbed instead of merely caressing.

"Honey," said Duke, kissing her breasts between words, "you know the way to my heart. And I didn't have to say a word."

The Swedish hooker smiled and giggled a little squeak, and then she went right to work, with both hands, on Duke's belt. Mona had finished undressing and she came up from behind Duke. By the time she was in position his trousers were down around his boots. She reached her black hands in front of him, around his waist and down into his crotch. While Tilda's white smooth as glass fingers pulled his underwear off, Mona's long black fingers appeared on his rod. "Jesus, fuck!" cried Duke. "You ladies sure know how to work a man into fever. My, my."

He could feel Mona's big black tits rubbing against his spine. She released his joint then Tilda knelt in front of him. Mona worked on his buttocks, from the back-she too kneeled-and Tilda approached from the front. Thus the man from Texas had a splendid Swedish whore sucking his joint with big young lips, and in his asshole, rubbing his butt cheeks with her palms and gouging his anus with her soft wet tongue, was a lovely black lady. He couldn't believe what his money could buy. "Hot fucking damn!" he groaned, his pants down around his boots. He looked down behind him and was delighted to see Mona's mouth muscle disappearing up his anal crotch. And when he turned back around, he was just as happy to discover Tilda rolling her tongue across his long erect pecker. "You know," he said, "I think I'll bring both you girls back to Texas. What do you think my wife would say about that?! Ha, ha, ha," he laughed. "Ho, ho."

He reached down and held onto Tilda's smooth, pink shoulders. Her flesh was soft as satin, smoother, and warm. It was just slightly moist, too, as though some sexual dampness always leaked from her pores. She was blushing crimson, just from having the fresh Texan hog stuffed into her mouth. Her hands were traveling up and down between Duke's legs. "Mmmm," she hummed as she licked his prick, "mmmmmmm."

"You knew," suggested Mona after she pulled her tongue out of Duke's asshole, "maybe you'd be more comfortable on the bed."

"Yeah," said Duke, "but I'd have to let go of this mouth on my joint. Ha, ha, ha." He trapsed over to the bed and sat down. He still had his boots and pants on. The Swedish girl tugged on one boot, and Mona pulled on the other. They both went tumbling backwards when the boots popped off, and their titties were bouncing and jiggling. "Ahhh, ha, ha," said Duke. "You girls are too fucking much." They picked themselves up and came back to take his trousers from around his feet. Tilda used her light, caressing fingers to rub Duke's thighs, and then she slid his cotton briefs off around his feet. "Yeah, now," said Duke McGee, "now we can get going, eh?"

Mona climbed up on the bed and pushed Duke down on his back. She kneeled over him and undid the buttons on his shirt. She worked her hands in around on his white chest. She leaned down close and pressed her lips together on his manly nipple. She tongued the cap of his titty and worked her hands down his smooth belly.

His legs hung out over the side of the bed. His feet touched the floor. Tilda ran her hands up between his thighs and stopped when she reached his hips. She hovered over his meat, her titties rubbing against the tops of his legs. Then she pounced on the wet cock, sucking it up again, going hog wild, just as she had before when Duke was standing up. His joint, especially the mushroom tip, slid up and down in her mouth. She used her tongue to give special attention to the head of his meat. She would stick it out like a lizard going after an insect and swab the hot spongy tissue. Back and forth she rolled her lovely pink mouth muscle across McGee's prick cap. "Whoa!" he cried, loving every minute of the dual attention, "this is the best yet!"

His hips wobbled and shook as the frenzied passion in his loins and chest grew. "This is gonna be a hot one, ladies. I can tell you that right fucking now." He smiled and laughed as the black whore licked his chest and the white one licked his cock. "Yesssirree," he cried. "Whopin' it up in the states just ain't the same." His joint was getting so stiff that the young hooker was even amazed. "Look," she intoned to Mona in her lovely lilting accent, "look at how big this man's joint is getting."

"Ha, ha, ha," laughed Mona, "it really is big and greasy, eh" She laughed again and then she started kissing Duke's face. She tongued his mouth a couple of times, and from there she went to his ears. She filled the lobes with hot wet tongue meat and slid down to his shoulders. Her lovely black hands never stopped moving on his chest and belly, always caressing, always sliding up and down on his white chest. "You know," she whispered, "you do have an awfully big cock, Duke."

"Gooood," said Duke. "I'm glad you like it, honey. All the better to jam up your black asshole with. Ha, ha, ha, ha." He rolled his hips to get another good feel from the Swedish hooker's long lips and tongue. His joint went popping up and down inside the girl's face. °Mmm," she hummed on it. "Yes, yes, yes. I love a man's big hard penis." She tongued the base to give special proof to her statement. "Mmmm," she bummed again. "Yummy."

"And I thought they only said that kind of thing in Texas: yummy. I'll be damned." He smiled and inched his way up onto the bed. "Got to get a bit more comfortable," he said, his joint slipping away from Tilda's smooth white hands. "Just got to get rearranged here, darlings," he told them. "Now," he said, laying back with his legs spread out, "why don't you two just go back to work, eh?"

The black whore crawled up to Duke's face and filled him full of her long pink tongue. He sucked on it while Tilda sucked on his hog. She was rubbing her titties into his thighs as she worked his joint in her mouth. He was getting the best of all possible feels from her, at least for the time being, and knew for sure that fucking her was going to be something special. He gave Mona his tongue to play with and she sucked it right right up. A minute or two later, Duke said. "O.k., o.k.," I think it's time to switch."

"Switch?" asked the Swedish girl. "What does this mean, ‘switch'?"

"He means," interpreted Mona, "that you come up here and kiss him in the mouth, and I'll go down there and play with his thing."

"Not my thing, dear," corrected Duke in his best Texas drawl, "the thing. The penis. The one and only big hog that's paying you for this tremendous work you're doing."

"Yes," said Tilda with a sly wink to Mona. "I understand now. I will come up there and kiss his mouth, and you will come down here and kiss Mr. McGee's the penis."

"Close enough," said Duke. "Hop to."

The girls changed positions. The Swedish whore had a different shaped tongue. She had a long narrow wet mouth muscle. Not that Mona's tongue wasn't wet, but it was broad, wider, and maybe even better suited, just then, for licking his cock than for kissing his mouth. Anyhow, he enjoyed the difference, along with the treatment. The feel in his mouth of the young white girl's tongue was very nice. She kissed differently than an American woman would have, and she seemed to be more willing to give of herself, in every way imaginable. She took a slightly different position than Mona had, too. She climbed up around Duke's chest. She spread her pussy and her legs over his upper torso, and leaned down, like a midget jockey, and then she pressed her tongue into his face, between his lips, down into his throat. "Ahhh," grunted Duke at his next free breath. "Delicious!"

Mona worked busily at Duke's cock. She leaned into it with her wide tongue splayed out over the cap for openers. Then she slid down the side of the shaft and coiled her mouth organ around the base. In this position she traveled up and down his hog. Her sweet wet tongue caressed up and down his slippery phallus, always including, in every stroke, the base, the stem, the hot red tip. And then she went down again, sliding down the spongy cap, along the rim of the crown, down the thick stem, all the way back to the widest portion of the root. "Mmmm," hummed Duke into Tilda's face.

"What a feel your partner gives my dick. She's whopping good header, eh?!!"

"She's the best," whispered Tilda. "She taught Tilda everything she knows."

"Oh, yeah;" said Duke, "you'll have to tell me about that sometime" He reached around her smooth blonde back and grabbed her by the nape of the neck. He pulled her down so that her titties were around his chin and her face was against his. He French kissed her lovely open mouth, thinking to himself that it would be nice to be able to get himself a seventeen year old whore in Texas whenever he wanted, and for only a hundred bucks, too. He let her have all of his tongue, and when he was done kissing her like that, she gave him back her own tongue stuffed his mouth full of it. He could feel her wet beaver beginning to leak and rub on his belly. "You getting hot?" he asked her in a whisper.

"I'm sorry," she said. "If you're not ready…"

"Don't be sorry," said Duke. "The more you leak now, the better it's gonna be later, eh?" He reached a hand around to between her smooth legs. She was still sitting on his chest. He took a long rub of her smooth thighs and she sat up straight in order to give him a good long feel and plenty of access to her body. He used both hands to stroke the legs that framed his chest. They were long slick thighs and between them was the heavenly Swedish mound. He reached a finger into the slippery hole and filled it up with screw action. "Yeah," she moaned, taking his free hand, "you should do two things at once, however." She placed Duke's free hand on her tit. "There you have something nice to hold onto while you screw my cunt with your finger." She leaned her head back and let Duke rip away at her body.

"Ahhh," he sighed, "this is the life." He had a Swedish whore, young, blonde, nubile and beautiful, sitting on his chest, and an African beauty between his legs who sucked on his cock. What could be nicer? "Whoopee!" he shouted. "Ride me, ladies. Ride me to ecstasy."

"Ahhhh… oooohhhh," gasped Tilda. "Now this is getting very nice for me, too." She reached down between her lovely blonde thighs where Duke massaged her cunt. She directed his finger at a slightly different angle in order that she might get the best possible action for her clitoris. There was no sense, she figured, in having her cunt lips open, his finger in her pussy, if he was not going to get her juicing properly. And sure enough, the new digit fuck-angle worked out well for them both. She began to ooze like a fountain, and Duke got himself a good long tug on her hot thick clitoris. "Nice," he said. "You just keep making all the suggestions you want, my young foreign friend, and ol' Duke‘ll try ‘em all. Hee, hee, hee. Whoa, I can't wait until my buddy Arnie the grasshopper gets in town. He'll fuck you girls like a toad in heat. Ha, ha, ha."

He pulled up his hips, slid his joint away from Mona's lovely grip, and pushed Tilda down off of his body. "Now, now," he said, "it's time to get serious. I think we got to arrange ourselves so that we get into some sort of fucking. Let's see how we want to do this." He was trying to think. The two girls sat on either side of him with their legs underneath them. They watched and looked down at their thighs every now and then while waiting for Duke to make up his mind. He looked from one to the other of them, inspected their lovely titties, their tine juicing pussies, and found it hard to concentrate. "I just don't know," he said, scratching his head. "I just don't know how we want to do this. We got so much lovely flesh here," he explained, stroking one black thigh and one white one, "that it's probably one of the mo' difficult decisions an oil man ever had to make."

The girls waited patiently. They stroked his legs, or lightly rubbed his cock while he considered the various possibilities. What ran through Duke's mind was something like this: Mona could sit on his face and he could eat out her sweet black asshole. Or he could kiss her pussy into orgasm. Similarly, he could have the Swedish baby doll wrap her soft loins around his face and he could tongue her into ecstasy. Also, he wouldn't mind getting a good little feel of her bunghole on his prick. Maybe, he thought, he could have the teenage dish sit on his flesh prong and rub him that way, with her butt. It would be hard to get her one, but once that was taken care of it might be a good feel. Of course he would have to decide which way she was going to sit on it, whether she'd be facing him, or looking at his feet while she rubbed her bunghole around his cock. Then of course he could just go dipping his prick in one cunt and then in the other. That would have some appeal, because he'd be going from one sweet black pussy into one sweet white cunt, and back again. Of course, then he'd be doing all the work of getting up and laying down, and that just didn't make sense. Not when he'd paid two bills for them to be work-

"What did you decide?" asked Mona, growing slightly impatient. "Do you think I should fuck you first? or Tilda?"

"I'm still figurin' it out," said Duke. "Gimme another minute." He looked at Mona's hot breasts. They were dangling down as she leaned over his belly kissing him every now and then. And he looked at Tilda's milk-white boobies. She was pressing her mouth, just for fun, to his thigh. Her titties were round and globular rather than long and pendulum. "Mmm," he sighed, "this is a hard decision."

Finally, Duke smiled and said, "Well, maybe we'll just play it by ear and see what happens, but I'd kind of like to start with my cock ramming up little miss Sweden. How's that sound to you, Tilda?"

The Swedish hooker smiled. "That's very fine with me," she sighed. "Very fine."

"Good," said Duke. "What about you, Mona? You be happy that way? You'll figure out someway to join in?"

"Sure," agreed Mona. "Of course."

"Alright," said Duke. "It's all set then." He got up and told Mona to move over a bit. Tilda spread out in front of him. She opened her legs and said, "Come in, Duke. Bring me that big the penis to my pussy." Her English wasn't always totally correct, but her cunt, from Duke's perspective, was perfect. The only problem, however, was that he didn't want to start with her pussy, he wanted to start with her asshole. "Other side," he said flipping his hand over. "Up the asshole."

"Oh," said Tilda, "I didn't understand at first. Yes, yes, other side for the penis." She rolled over and her long smooth body spread out again. Duke looked down at the smooth full ass cheeks on the lovely Swedish butt. "You know," he said, caressing one of them at a time with his open palm, "I think I made the right decision." He patted her butt and prepared to mount the young blonde whore's asshole. "Yes, indeed," he said, taking her by the hips, "the absolutely right decision."