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CHAPTER FOUR

Judy couldn't help herself. She trembled with horny anticipation all day while she waited for Tony to return. She felt terribly guilty every time she thought of Tom, but her stored-up need for sex was so great that she had to have Tony again. At least for a week, while Tom was in Florida, she'd get her fill of delicious love-making. She'd worry about her conscience later.

Somehow the day passed and it was time to get dressed for her date with Tony. She even chose her under year with the greatest care, selecting a skimpy blue lace bra and panty set she'd purchased in the vain hope of arousing her husband. Over them she wore a clinging blue silk dress, cut very low in front to show off her ripe cleavage. She was just putting on her earrings when the doorbell rang.

Judy practically tripped getting to the door, she was so anxious to see Tony, and when she opened the door this time, there was no coyness, no hesitation. She flew into his arms and wantonly pressed her curvy body against him, rubbing her soft mons against his crotch. Tony grinned and kissed her.

"Glad to see me, huh?" he laughed.

"You better believe it," Judy said breathlessly, rubbing against him.

"Well, grab your coat and let's go," Tony said. "I got a real treat waiting for you at my place."

Judy began to wonder why they had to go to his house, she was so eager to be back in bed with him, but she decided to humor him. It didn't matter where they made love, as long as she got laid. She was really ready, too. All during the drive to Tony's, her pussy boiled and swelled with need. She only had to think of his super-big prick to start creaming. She breathed a big sigh of relief when they finally pulled up in front of the luxury apartment building where Tony lived.

"Pretty nice for a bartender," Judy remarked as they entered the plushly-carpeted lobby. "How do you do it on your salary, Tony?"

"Aw, I'm a bachelor," he said casually. "I don't have many expenses. Then I got a couple other deals going besides the bar. I get by."

He certainly did. Judy almost gasped as they walked into his apartment. It must have cost a fortune to furnish and decorate the place. He had a beautiful view of the city, a huge fireplace, a portable bar, and a carpet so thick you could get lost in it. She suppressed a wicked giggle as she caught herself hoping he'd ball here on that carpet.

"I'll get us some drinks," Tony said. "The surprise should be here any minute."

Judy was puzzled and a little annoyed. Apparently the treat he'd promised her was some kind of gift, something to be delivered. But all she wanted was to make love, and she wanted it urgently. She finished her drink in a few absent-minded swallows, then sat looking impatiently at Tony. He just grinned.

The doorbell rang. "Here's that surprise right now," Tony said, going to the door.

He opened it and admitted a tall silver-haired man. The guy was distinguished-looking, dressed in an expensive gray suit, and could have been in his late fifties. He wasn't carrying any package. He just walked into the living room and stood looking at Judy with a strange sort of hunger in his eyes.

"Art, this is Judy," Tony said with a grin. "Judy, honey, meet Arthur Dale."

"How do you do?" Judy said, getting more puzzled and irritated by the moment. Damnit, she hadn't come over here to meet Tony's business friends or whoever the hell this guy was.

Dale didn't acknowledge her greeting. He just turned to Tony, nodded crisply, and said, "Yes, excellent. She'll do just fine."

"Okay," Tony said, starting for the door. "Judy, I want you to be nice to Art. Know what I mean?"

Understanding flooded through her, followed by a hot blush. Tony was going to leave her alone with a perfect stranger, and he wanted her to put out for the guy! It was so outrageous, she could barely believe it. She leaped to her feet and angrily stalked over to Tony. She was so furious, she was shaking all over.

"Now, just a damned minute," she began. Tony reached out and gripped her wrist cruelly hard. He glared at her, but he spoke very carefully. "Now, listen, doll, and listen real good," he said. "You're gonna do exactly as I say, because if you don't, I'm gonna tell your precious husband that I been balling you. You got that?"

Judy nodded miserably. Blackmail! For a moment she couldn't decide which would be worse – to go to bed with a complete stranger, or to have Tom find out about her cheating. But it didn't take her long to conclude that she loved Tom, couldn't bear losing him, and that she'd do anything to keep him from knowing that she'd made love with another man.

"You gonna do what I asked?" Tony hissed.

"Yes," Judy said, trying not to cry. "Let go of my wrist, please, Tony. I'll do what you want. You've just got to promise me you'll never tell Tom about any of this."

"I won't tell him a damned thing as long as you cooperate with me," Tony said. "Now, you give Art a nice time, and I'll be back in an hour or so." Tony left, and she was alone with Arthur Dale.

She couldn't stop blushing as she turned to face him. What could she possibly say in a situation like this? It just wasn't real. That bastard Tony had done a terrible thing to her, practically giving her to this unknown man, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Dale saved her the trouble of thinking what to say.

"Undress for me, please," he said coolly.

She didn't think it was possible to blush any harder, but she did. Knowing she had no choice but to obey, Judy reached around and found the back zipper of her dress. As she slowly drew it down, her hand shook. She couldn't believe she was being commanded to strip for a guy she'd only met a moment ago.

Dale had fixed himself a martini and gotten comfortable in a chair. He looked completely unembarrassed by the situation, as if he'd been through it many times. He watched her with interest, but he didn't go ape. He just sipped his drink and studied her tall slim body as she worked down her zipper. He looked completely cool.

Judy took as long as she could with the zipper, but at last there was nothing to do but shrug the slinky dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. As she was suddenly revealed in nothing but her bra and panties, Dale's cool blue eyes glinted a little and his mouth twitched slightly. That was the only sign of excitement he displayed. Judy moaned softly, wishing there was some way out of this nightmare, as she reached around and unhooked her bra.

Blushing hotly, she drew the bra forward and away, unveiling her large perfectly round breasts. To her shame, her red-brown nipples were erect and pointed. Dale licked his lips briefly as he ogled her firm creamy-white boobs, but he made no move to get up and touch her. Judy reached for the waistband of her panties, then stopped. She just couldn't take that last step, showing him her most intimate parts.

"Go on," Dale said calmly.

"Oh, please," Judy breathed.

He gave a little sigh of impatience, "You're new at this, aren't you?" he said. "Well, let me advise you, my dear, that there's no way out. Tony De Franco is an utterly ruthless man. If you don't do what he wants, he'll make you sorry you were born. Believe me, it will be easiest just to do it and get it over with."

Something in his slow cool tone told her he wasn't kidding. Moaning with mortification, Judy slipped her thumbs inside her panties and started easing the garment downward. The panties were cut very low, bikini style, and it wasn't long before Dale could see the first fine black hairs of her muff. It was all too short a time, in Judy's opinion, before her panties slithered down her long legs and puddled around her ankles. She stepped out of the tangled heap of garments and stood there naked and trembling.

"Beautiful," Dale said. "Tony has certainly picked a winner this time. Turn around for me a few times, please."

He watched intently as Judy nervously turned around, showing him her pert little ass, then again her big quivering tits and the neat black triangle of her mons. She wanted to fall through the floor. At last Dale signaled her to stop. He set aside his martini and stood up.

"Now undress me," he said.

Judy reminded herself of how Tom would feel if he knew of her shameless adultery. Then she walked over to Arthur Dale and quickly took off his necktie. Fortunately he was wearing a lot of clothes, and it wasn't too embarrassing to remove his jacket, shirt, undershirt, pants, shoes and socks. But when he was just standing there in his shorts, she could hardly bring herself to touch him.

Avoiding his eyes, blushing hotly, Judy seized the waistband of his shorts and started drawing the garment down. Dale's skin was cool, like the rest of him. He was immaculately clean and smelled nice, but she felt no lust for him. As she saw the first salt-and-pepper hairs of his bush, she felt panic. Was she really going to have to ball this man?

She tugged his shorts down a little more, and there was his cock, limp and pale. It was a long thin prick, no match for Tony's giant cock but respectable in size. She couldn't help ogling the pale blue-veined flesh and the soft rosy head of his dick. She hadn't seen very many cocks in her life – only Tom's before this week.

She knelt to help him step out of his shorts, and Dale touched her shoulder to steady himself. It was all she could do not to yelp and draw away. She was beginning to wonder if the man had blood or ice water in his veins. He didn't seem to be the least bit excited as he finally stood naked before her.

"Lie down," he instructed. "On your back."

So here it comes, Judy thought miserably.

Now she was going to have to spread her legs for this stranger, allow him to poke his cock into her body. But how did he expect to do that with a limp dick? Dale's cock was still utterly flaccid as he bent over her, swinging lewdly from its nest of black and white hairs. Dale knelt beside her, but instead of mounting her he began to touch her. He caressed her body, starting with her toes.

"Yes, you're very beautiful," he said. "What was your name again?"

"Judy," she said, almost sobbing. "Please, Mr. Dale, could we just get it over with?"

He looked impatient. "No, we'll do it my way," he said. "I want to touch you first. You might as well just lie back and relax, my dear. You might even find it pleasant."

Pleasant? To have that cold bony hand crawling all over her body? Judy almost laughed in her bitterness. But of course Dale was right. She had no choice, so she might as well take it easy. She went as limp as she could. Meanwhile Dale had worked his hand up her legs and was just touching the delicate black fur of her mons.

"Open your legs a little," he said.

Judy obeyed, blushing miserably. She opened her legs just enough for Dale to get his hand between her silky warm thighs. He cupped her glowing-hot pussy and squeezed gently a few times. In spite of her revulsion, Judy felt a little tingle of pleasure. Then he drew his hand back and pried open the plump lips of her mons. He drew back the black-furred lips and exposed the rich scarlet flesh and the pea-size lump of her clitoris. Judy could practically feel his cold blue eyes boring into her flesh as he leisurely studied her exposed slit.

"Excellent," he remarked.

Again Judy suppressed a bitter laugh. Excellent, indeed. She wondered what standards he had for judging pussies, how he rated them. Maybe that's all he did, just look. Glancing over at his crotch, she saw that his prick was still dangling loose and limp, showing not a trace of arousal. Maybe the creep just got off on staring between women's legs.

"Perhaps this will relax you," Dale said.

He seized her hot little clit between his thumb and forefinger and began to knead it gently but swiftly. It relaxed her, all right. She felt a lightning bolt of pleasure that almost lifted her off the rug. She had to clench her teeth to keep from moaning, and she felt hot cream pour out of her suddenly aroused cunt to puddle on Tony's expensive carpet. My God, it felt great!

"Don't be afraid to make noise," Dale said. "I enjoy it."

Well, that was good, because she could hardly keep from screaming. Dale kept speeding up his delicious frigging of her clit, and sharp pleasure was wracking her body. Helplessly she let her legs fall wider open, exposing all of her ripe red pussy with its delicate circle of black curls. Dale might be some kind of weirdo, but he sure as hell knew how to play with her clit. He was working it like an expert.

"Ahhhh," Judy whined, unable to keep quiet any longer.

"That's good," said Dale. "I like it when you do that, Judy. I want you to be very very excited."

Judy didn't have much choice in the matter. She was already excited enough to climb the walls. Dale held the tiny marble of her clit and rubbed with dazzling speed, so that the tingling pleasure never stopped. She was panting, moaning, writhing, creaming all over his hand. Then she felt his other hand creeping into her steamy little crotch. She felt his stiffened middle finger sliding slowly into her soaked little box.

"Ooooo,yes," she wailed. "My God, yessss! Ohhhh, that feels so good!"

Tony would have chuckled, Tom would have blushed, but Dale merely licked his lips in an almost delicate way as she helplessly moaned her joy. He went on pushing his finger into her flaming-hot cunt, and all the while he studied her reaction with his cold blue eyes. But it didn't bother Judy any more. The things he was doing to her felt just too great. She didn't give a damn about anything but her own feverishly excited pussy.

"Ahhhhh," she whined, "ahhhhh, deeper!"

Dale thrust his finger into her clear to the last knuckle, and then he began to pump it like a little cock. At the same time he went on kneading her clit like crazy. The combination was just too much. Her fact twisted in a horny grimace, Judy began to howl her delight and to jerk her aroused cunt up and down on his stiffly impaling finger. In just about one second she was going to come, she could feel it.

"Faster," she panted, "frig me faster! Just a little more. Oh, God, yes. Yes. Keep your finger in deep. Don't stop playing with me. I'm going to come!"

But just then Dale drew his hands away, leaving her panting and writhing like a beached fish. He sat back and watched her as she moaned with frustration. What kind of kinky game was he playing, anyhow? Judy caught her breath and glared at him, but she could see no special satisfaction in his eyes.

"Damn you," she whined.

"Be patient," Dale said. "I'll let you come later. I dislike rushing things. Now I want you to get me hard."

Before she could move or say anything, he was climbing over her, squatting right over her boobs, his skinny ass just lightly grazing her thrusting nipples. His floppy limp cock tickled her face. Judy blushed, but her excitement was undiminished. She'd get him hard, all right. She had to have a stiff cock or die of frustration!

She reached up to touch his flaccid meat, but Dale shook his head. "No, no," he said briskly, "use your mouth. I want you to lick it. And take your time, please. As I said, I don't like to rush things."

Well, fuck you, Judy thought.

Not only was she in a hurry, she thought her poor swollen pussy was going to explode with need if she didn't get fucked right away. But she had to do what he wanted to get what she wanted. That limp cock wasn't going to do her any good at all. With an impatient sigh she stuck out her little glistening pink tongue and started to lick Arthur Dale's prick.

"Yes," he said, "that's what I want. Just go easy. Lick it all over. Yes."

Judy found his cock as clean and nice-smelling as the rest of him, and it didn't take long for her excitement to rise to fever pitch. She wriggled her little hot tongue under his soft silky meat and tickled and lashed and licked the floppy little worm till it bounced and glistened. Then she did the other side, her tongue wet and wriggling and eager. Damnit, she just couldn't help it – she loved tonguing and tasting cock, even when it belonged to a stranger.

"Very nice," Dale murmured. "You do that very well, Judy."

Did she detect just a trace of excitement in his voice? Was the ultra-cool Arthur Dale finally getting turned on? She studied his face, but she could see no change. Well, damn him, she'd take care of that in a hurry. She seized the soft rosy head of his prick between her lips and sucked the whole flaccid organ into her mouth. She began sucking his cock fast and hard.

"My God," Dale muttered. "You really enjoy that, don't you? You really – AHHHHH!"

She'd gotten him excited at last. As she sucked furiously on his good-tasting dick, she felt it lurch into erection. The head of his cock went hard and knobby, the stalk lengthened and fattened and stiffened. It wasn't as big as Tony's prick, and she could keep all of it in her wet greedy mouth. She gave a gurgle of excitement as she sucked him, but to her disappointment, Dale sighed and stood up, his spit-wet prick popping from her mouth. It snapped up to hug his belly, beautifully stiff and full and ready.

"Get up," Dale said briskly. "Go over to the sofa and lean over the arm."

Judy was ready to jump through hoops in order to get laid, so she didn't hesitate to do what he asked. She hurried over and leaned over the arm of the sofa, her pert pale butt stuck up in the air. Dale followed leisurely, as if he weren't the least bit excited, but his erect stiff-standing cock was oozing pearly bubbles of juice and his rosy nut sacs were swollen up big and taut. At last those steely blue eyes looked human, a little glazed and sparkling with lusty interest.

"Now hold perfectly still," he said from behind her. "Stop wiggling. You'll get what you want in just a second."

Judy sincerely hoped so. She was so horny, great streams of hot juice were running down her thighs. She waited, ass raised, legs slightly parted, and she felt Dale putting his hands on her hips to steady himself. Then she felt hot hard cock flesh sliding between her legs, the bulbous head of his dick touching the gushing mouth of her cunt.

"Ohhhhh, my God, yes," she moaned helplessly, "put it in meeee!"

Damn him, he was taking his time. He just held his erection between her legs so that her scorching pussy rode the rigid pole and the fat hard head of his prick teasingly touched the drooling mouth of her box – but he didn't go in. Judy panted and clawed the couch, ready to shriek with frustration, until finally Dale popped the big head of his dick into her steamy little box and started to push into her. He did it with maddening slowness, but it felt terrific to have her frantic cunt finally stuffed full of hard pulsing cock-meat.

"Yes, yes, YES," Judy whined.

Even Dale was getting excited now. Glancing around, Judy saw that his eyes were blissfully closed and there were faint small beads of sweat on his forehead. He began to move his cock in her, and he even smiled. She figured that was the most she could hope for from that zombie, so she turned away and gave herself up to the pleasure of being fucked. At least he didn't do THAT slowly. He jerked his dick fast and stiff in her blazing hot box, just the way she wanted.

"Ooooo, that's so good," Judy squealed. "Yeah, yeah, ball me! Ohhhhh, yes!"

She started coming almost instantly. Dale fucked steadily away, his flat belly going slap-slap against her little round ass, and Judy got off one more time, squealing and clawing the couch, before her fiery-hot gripping cunt squeezed Dale fiercely and made him come. He only sighed mildly, but Judy could feel her cunt deluged with sizzling come. She wriggled her ass in happy satisfaction as he shot his load into her.

"Ummmm," she murmured, "that was nice."

"Oh, yeah? I'm real glad to hear that," said Tony.

Tony? He wasn't supposed to be there. With a shriek of surprise, Judy whirled away from Arthur Dale, his limp meat whipping out of her flooded box. There was Tony standing near the doorway of the apartment, grinning. Judy blushed with humiliation. Damn him, how long had he been standing there watching?

Dale got dressed, looking as cool and unperturbed as ever, and then he handed Judy a folded-up piece of papa. "Thank you, my dear," he said. "That was excellent. I hope to see you again."

He left, and Judy stared at what he'd put into her hand. It was a hundred dollar bill. She began to blush all over as she understood what it meant. Tony, chuckling softly, came over and snatched the bill out of her hand.

"Your cut is fifty," he said, taking out his wallet.

"My what?" Judy gasped.

"Oh, don't play innocent, baby," Tony said, handing her fifty dollars. "You just went into business for me. In plain language, you're a hooker and I'm your pimp. You did a real good job tonight, too. You and me are gonna make a bundle."

Judy staggered back, her mouth hanging open in shock. HER, a whore?