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Chapter 7

Shortly after this, Richard asked me to move in with him. And I did. But first I visited with Ronald and told him my good-byes, and my friend Ronald just stood there, a few tears in his eyes. As he was a growing actor, I knew these sad tears would be happy tears and I'd be forgotten.

Ronald had just gotten used to me being there. He helped me pack and carry my few things to a waiting taxi off Delancy. I can still see him waving good-bye.

As soon as I was moved into Richard's house, he and I were comfy together and smiled a lot at each other as we arranged my things.

Richard gave me the whole middle room and I had everything I needed. I would keep my job at Emilio's, because of the money.

"I have loads of money, but a girl needs to earn her own money," he said, and since I knew the real value of having one's own money, I couldn't object.

Then he told me about the 55 Bar. This was his secret. And it was a sex place. There were many people my own age. It was on the other side of town and we would take a taxi there.

On the way he told me that sometimes he would stay at this bar half the evening, or until he made out, which means get sucked or fucked, or jerk off, but after this he would take another taxi and visit a topless bar in another part of the city where stark-naked women danced on a bare stage.

By then I knew that all Richard seemed to live for was pure sex, stark-naked sex, and otherwise. And to tell you the whole truth, I saw a lot of me in him. Like myself, he was constantly seeking something sexy to jerk off about.

"Listen," he said, "You can have any of these girls you want. You just ask them to come home with you, or you can take them into a back room and make love," he promised me.

I didn't believe him.

"You'll love it there," he was telling me. "Listen, these girls are completely naked. Not only are they topless, but they're bottomless." He paused. "The only things they wear are their high heels, and I can sit there and jerk off and suck their toes."

And with this, he looked down at my high heels and grinned at me.

Already I was getting to know him better.

He brushed a kiss on my cheek.

"When you're ready, Mistress, we can have ourselves an orgy," he said, looking out the taxi window.

I dressed up in new things Richard bought me: a clinging lacy garter belt that crossed my naked buttocks, which looked like one of those miniature harnesses you often see slave girls wearing; expensive silk stocking that fitted my long legs perfectly; exquisitely tight panties that wove their way between my lovable pussylips, and a flimsy lace brassiere that revealed my pretty nipples.

"… so I can suck on your nipples when you wish me too," said he, bowing his head.

"Will you always be with me, Daddy?"

"Of course," he answered me. "Why not?"

Then he added, "Money buys everything you need."

I began to get that sudden thrill in my stomach. It was a quickening thing, startling.

Also a bit earlier he had told me of two other girls he knew who went to this 55 Bar. He knew these girls were homosexual. They would never admit it in public, so he would support my desire and soon I'd have two girls for myself if I wanted them. I did.

"I will aid and abet you, dear," he laughed in the taxi on the way to the bar, making me sit close to him so he could play with my thighs and sneak his fingers under my panties. My skirt was raised up very high and his hand was between my legs. If the cabbie wanted to look, he would have seen everything, my silk-stockinged thighs and my half-naked pussy gleaming at him.

By this time my first Richard-fuck was over and we were both deeply gratified and should I say, satisfied. My hot little ass was still on fire from fucking.

Earlier, he had me roll over and then painstakingly cleaned my pussy with body oil after we had finished our fucking. I can see myself prone on the sofa, thighs apart, with Richard on his knees, stabbing and digging his tongue and wetting my cunt with his saliva before applying the body lotion.

"Oh yes, suck me, suck me, suck me, suck my twat, my slave," I went on and one, still unable to believe that Richard was totally mine.

And when my cunt began to feel a little better with his tongue swishing in and out, I said to him sweetly, "Daddy, I love it when you lick and suck me like this." Right then and there he pulled me on his knees and comforted me, kissing me hungrily on my lips. And he felt like my master, and I his slave. We were hugging and kissing and I liked him more than I did before.

Later, in the taxi, I put my feet in his lap and Richard, with his fly open, was sitting back and smiling out the window. I whispered in his ear and asked him to take off my brand new shoes and suck my little toes, and right there and then he did.

The taxi driver saw this and, although Richard was embarrassed, he just continued rubbing my stockinged feet all over his face, sucking and sticking his tongue between my nyloned toes.

By then my glorious breasts were swaying happily inside the filmy bra, and were dancing a rhythm of their own. This was fun in a taxi, my blouse open wide and my breasts hanging out, my legs up while Richard sucked my nylons.

On my pretty feet had been a pair of flinch high heels cut very low in front, leaving my shapely heels free, then the shoes were on the taxi seat beside me.

Richard had really fallen in love with my feet. He loved me with painted toes. Before we left his house, while he watched, I sat deliciously naked on the bed and gave myself a pedicure.

Richard stared at my fingers and the cotton tips and then crawled up close, inching his face close to my bare feet and watching my every motion. He stuck out his tongue and licked between my toes, and he sucked my fingers.

When I wanted him to impress others, like in the taxi, with his slavery, he got down on his knees, took my foot into his hands, and sucked my toes through the nylons. This turned out to be quite impressive, and it showed that he was indeed my slave. In public this made me feel very strange.

When we were in the 55 Bar, we headed towards the back. There were many shadows, and a kind of dimness through the lights. Music was playing softly. There was this jukebox with old 60's tunes.

Behind the dimly lit bar was a man Richard waved to. And sitting at the bar were the usual patrons. None of them looked at us.

He tapped my shoulder. "Come with me. Sit down here at a table. I see one of the two gay girls I was telling you about."

I saw him talking to a girl in the corner. I hadn't noticed her before. She was in the dark. Soon he was bringing her over to me.

We changed tables and were now sitting in a little booth in the back. There was no one around.

"Cherie, this is Nancy."

I smiled and shook the girl's hand. It was very soft and she was very feminine. She grinned and spoke nicely. She had long hair with a tiny wisp of blonde curl around her left eye. Up close she had a pretty face. She was wearing a soft green mini-skirt and had On nylons and heels. Her thighs and just a bit of bare flesh showed above the stocking tops. She had on a most pretty blouse which was halfway open. I could see she wore no brassiere and the luscious curves of her breasts were visible. She was wearing bright eye make-up and perfume.

"Hi," she said again, and slid in next to me.

Richard sat down next to her. He put his arms around her and I saw him suddenly playing with her breasts. And what amused me was that she didn't object.

She kept talking to me while Richard was opening her blouse and putting his hands inside. And when I caught a glance of her naked breast and Richard's fondling it, she raised her head and smiled at me. What a gracious smile.

Then I saw Richard's hand undoing the rest of her buttons. Now her blouse was wide open. Right in public. He was fondling her bare breasts and her belly, and I could see his fingers around it, even see her tiny brown nipples.

Nancy was seated in such a way none of the others in the bar could see her. Her back was to them.

"She's very nice," Richard told me. "Aren't you, Nancy?" he grinned. Richard was licking his lips. I could see that he was excited. I saw a bump in his groin. I wanted to reach for the prick but stopped myself.

"Don't you want to touch her?"

I smiled. "Yes, I do, but does one touch a girl like this in a bar?" I looked around us.

"This bar is not that kind of a bar," he pointed out.

Things like this had never happened to me before.

I sat closer to her and reached over and let my fingers touch her breasts. Her breasts were ripe and so full and so lovable. I had to bend and lean forward and when I saw her blouse was wide open, I slipped my whole hand in and caressed her body.

Richard was now opening my blouse buttons. And when she saw my breasts inside my brassiere, her face turned into a bright grin. She smiled at me and then she moved up closer to me and began to play with my breasts.

All this right in public.

It was like Richard with his tongue up my pussy in Minetta Lane.

Richard was now unloosening the wide belt to her skirt. He was trying to wiggle her skirt off, and when he succeeded, he folded it neatly and put it on the next chair. Now, except for her stockings and high heels, she was absolutely naked from the waist down.

Nancy was not saying a word, but she was smiling at me, just allowing Richard to do as he wished.

Then he stood up. I saw his prick thrusting up inside his trousers. He came around and sat beside me. "She's very nice, isn't she?"

He took my hand and placed it over his prick. I began to rub it hard and he just looked me in the eye.

I didn't know what to say. Nancy and I were both leaning close to one another and still playing with the other's breasts. Her lips were close to my own and soon we were kissing hotly.

"Open my fly and take out my prick," interrupted Richard.

Hastily I did this and he sat down. Then he turned to me.

"Cherie," he said, "why don't you go down on her? I'll sit here and masturbate. And don't worry none. No one can see us."

"You mean it?"

"Yes," he said, "no one can see you. I promise."

He got up and with his prick sticking out of his pants, we moved to another booth. I would go down on her but not at that table.

"You get under the table. You're small," he said.

"You mean, I should get down under the table and suck her pussy?"

"It's all ready for you to suck. Why not?" "But what happens if someone sees us?"

"No one will see you. Forget them, yes, forget them. Nobody matters."

Glancing at her, giving her one last kiss with the tip of my tongue, I got down on the floor. I hoped it was clean. I didn't want to get myself dirty.

I crawled between her lovely naked legs. She was wearing high heels and I could see how bare they were. Under the table a pair of naked legs was shocking!

The dim lighting in the back cast her in shadows. It was wild, her being naked under this table. I touched her knees and she parted them. I kissed from her knees up to her inner thighs. I kissed her pussy hair, and she opened her legs wide. Up on the table I could see that Richard was playing madly with her titties, jerking off his prick at the same time. He was kissing all over her face, her closed eyes. He put his hand on the small of her back and urged her young body at my face. I put my lips and mouth right between her thighs and soon felt her rubbing her thighs against my ears.

Then I smelled her pussy. I felt the wetness of her cuntlips. I licked it. They were so tender. I loved this sweet intimate moisture because it clung to my nostrils. I smelled her again. I rubbed my nose into her hair. I touched her wet cuntlips with my hand and got it all soaking. She was thrusting out her body, anticipating me.

By then, I was eating her cunt. Her pussy really smelled very clean. I could tell how much she wanted me. I opened her thighs wider and she dangled one leg on my left shoulder and I took her other leg and put it over my right shoulder. I could hear gasps coming from her lips. I opened my mouth and placed it right on her pussy.

"You like what I'm doing to you, Nancy?"

"Oh God, yes, yes, yes!"

I licked all around on top of her fluffy hair. I took her hair and flesh into my mouth. She had a lot of flesh. I inhaled deeply and held my breath and used my tongue.

I reached over and got hold of Richard's stiff penis and started masturbating his cock. I wrapped my fingers around his penis, his hand on top of mine. We were jerking his cock off together.

Then he took his hand away and my fist closed loving around his thick shaft. I jerked his precious cock off like mad and sucked and licked her delicious pussy hole at the same time.