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CHAPTER FIVE

"You've got to be kidding," Judy cried. "I mean, I did what you wanted, Tony, I let that man make love to me – but that doesn't mean I'm a whore. If you think I'm going to make a habit of this, you're very wrong."

"Oh, no, I'm not," Tony snarled. "You got to do whatever I want, baby, or when your husband gets back, I'll tell him what you've been up to. You don't want that, do you?"

Judy thought of the prospect of going around balling perfect strangers at Tony's orders. "I'll take my chances," she said stubbornly. "I'm sure Tom won't believe you, and you've got no proof except your word."

"That's where you're wrong," said Tony with an evil smile. "While you were getting it on with Dale, I got the proof I need. Your husband will have to believe this."

He reached into his jacket pocket and brought out a photograph. He handed it to Judy with a chuckle. Judy looked at it and felt sick. It was a Polaroid shot of her being fucked from behind by Arthur Dale. She had no trouble recognizing herself. Her face was twisted in a blissful lusty grin as she took the deep thrusts of Dale's cock. With an anguished moan, she ripped the photo to shreds.

"That won't do you no good," Tony said, unperturbed. "I took others. You were having such a hot time, honey, you didn't even notice me standing here with the camera. Now, get your coat. I'm taking you home. You need your beauty rest because I got another job for you tomorrow."

Judy rode home silently, in a daze of horror. Now that Tony had those pictures, there was no way out of her nightmarish dilemma. Rather than let Tom see her like that, she'd do anything Tony asked. And apparently what he wanted was for her to be a hooker while he did her pimping. That must be one of the business sidelines he'd talked about.

"You get over to this address at ten o'clock tomorrow night," Tony said, handing her a slip of paper. "You better be there, and you better be good, or I'll hear about it – and good ol Tom will get a new photo album. Got it?"

"Yes, Tony," she said wearily, "I got it."

She tossed and turned and got a little sleep, but by the next evening she felt like she'd been through a wringer. Her conscience kept shrieking at her that she'd mined her life for one lousy fuck. If only she'd never gone out alone and hooked up with Tony! But it was too late now. She had no choice but to obey the man. She dressed with care for her "date" and went to the address Tony had given her.

At first Judy thought it was some kind of practical joke, that she couldn't possibly be wanted at this house. It was an honest-to-God mansion, a huge stone house in the wealthiest part of town. Any man rich enough to own such a place couldn't possibly need to buy his sex, could he? Still, Tony would be furious if she didn't carry out her assignment, so very nervously she went up and rang the doorbell.

The door was answered by a maid in uniform. Judy wondered what to say. Hi, I'm your friendly neighborhood hooker? She cleared her throat and said in a small voice, "Hello, I'm Judy Baker. I believe I'm expected."

"Yes, ma'am, this way, please," the maid said, completely unruffled. Maybe she thought Judy was the Avon Lady. Judy followed her into the enormous richly-furnished house. She was led through a maze of hallways and up a flight of stairs. The maid paused outside a door and knocked.

"Mr. Taylor," the maid called, "the young lady is here."

"Ah, yes," came a voice, "let her in."

The maid indicated the door and left. Judy stood there on trembling legs. Now she was supposed to walk through that door and fuck a man she'd never seen before in her life. Damn. Tony anyhow! Her hands were sweating as she reached out and turned the knob. She opened the door and walked hesitantly into a bedroom that looked like the setting for a Roman orgy.

"Come in, come in," a man boomed heartily. "Don't be afraid. Tony tells me you're new, but I know we'll get along just fine."

There was such a clutter of chairs, cushions, plants, sofas, and other stuff, that Judy took a moment to figure out where the guy was. Then she saw him seated in a big chair near the fireplace. He was perhaps in his early sixties, a big man with white hair and a pink face. His nose was pretty big, too. He wasn't attractive, but he did have an aura of power and money. He smiled and beckoned at Judy to come over closer.

"I'm Lawrence Taylor," he announced, "Larry for short. What's your name, my dear?"

"Judy Baker," she said timidly.

"Well, Judy, you're lovely," Taylor said, "and I want you to take off your clothes right away so I can admire more of you."

He said it all so calmly, even friendly, but to Judy it was like a bad dream. This would be the second time in twenty-four hours that she'd stripped for a stranger, a stranger who was going to be fucking her. She couldn't suppress a blush as she took off her coat. She stood there for a moment, letting him admire her cherry red jump suit, because apparently he wouldn't be seeing her in clothes for the rest of the visit.

"Just relax," Taylor said. "I don't bite. Here, I'll give you a little music, and you take your clothes off nice and slowly for me. That will be a treat."

He settled back, smiling and sipping at some kind of liqueur. He pressed a button built into the arm of the chair, and soft pleasant music filled the room. Judy licked her lips, took a deep breath, and started unbuttoning the front of her jumpsuit. Taylor smiled pleasantly.

She followed his instructions, unbuttoning slowly, and the pleasant music helped her relax. Dale had been right the other day. The best thing was just to take it easy, get it over with. Taylor seemed like a nice enough guy. She actually found herself returning his smile as she got the suit open all the way and let it wriggle down from her shoulders.

But as the jumpsuit fell to her feet, leaving her in just her black lace bra and panties, she got nervous again. Unlike Dale, who'd showed almost no reaction when she stripped for him, Taylor went wild. He grinned hugely as he ogled her tall curvy body, and he got red in the face and started to pant. He leaned forward in his chat. Judy, thinking he was going to spring at her, jumped back.

"You seem awfully nervous," he said pleasantly. "Don't you trust me?"

"Well," Judy said lamely, "it just struck me as kind of strange that a rich man should have to pay for sex."

"Go on undressing," Taylor said, "and I'll tell you about that." Judy reached around to unhook her bra, and he went on, "I prefer it this way. If I pay for it, there's no mess, no fuss, no strings. Ordinary women all want to marry me for my money, but this way I buy whatever I want and that's that. Besides, I like to do some things that most women don't go for."

So that was it. As she removed her bra, Judy looked around nervously for whips and black leather costumes – but she saw nothing to frighten her. She hoped that whatever he liked to do, it wasn't painful. She tossed the bra aside, and her full round tits wobbled into their natural thrust. Again Taylor got red-faced and started breathing hard.

"Lovely," he panted, "just beautiful. Dance a little for me, Judy. Make your tits move."

Blushing, Judy started swaying to the soft music. She'd never felt so self-conscious in her life, with that old guy looking pop-eyed at her gently jiggling boobs. There was something faintly creepy about the old dude, that was for sure. His pale blue eyes glittered as they followed the bouncing of her pert brown nipples. She glanced at his crotch but could see no sign of arousal.

"Now your panties," Taylor said with a happy sigh.

That was the part she liked least, showing her naked pussy to a stranger. But of course there was nothing for it but to do what he wanted. She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and started inching them down. Soon her fine black pubic curls started popping out from under the descending garment.

Taylor moved up to sit right on the edge of the chair, his glass of liqueur forgotten. Judy thought he was going to have apoplexy, he was so excited. His eyes bulged, his nostrils flared, and his breathing became very loud and heavy. Sweat appeared on his ruddy forehead.

"Yes, yes," he hissed, watching her eagerly, "yes, take off your panties, Judy, let me see all of you."

She wished she could get the hell away from this leering old fart, but she was stuck. Blushing deeply, Judy inched her panties down and down, till finally they popped over her pert round ass and over the sweet black triangle of her mans. Taylor sighed loudly and hungrily as the little garment tickled down her long legs and puddled on the carpet.

"Excellent," he said, sounding like a man who'd just run ten miles. He moved back in his chair again, getting relaxed. "Now I want you to perform a little trick for me, Judy. It shouldn't be too hard. Do you think you can jump up here and stand on the arms of my chair?"

"What?" Judy squawked. Then, remembering she was supposed to be a professional, she stammered, "Well, yes, Mr. Taylor, I suppose so, but why?"

He waved his hand impatiently. "Larry, not Mr. Taylor. And never mind why. Just do it. You're being liberally paid."

"All right," Judy sighed, "here goes."

Feeling like a complete idiot, she took a short run and jumped up to stand on the wide padded arms of Taylor's chair. As soon as she did it, she understood why. The old goat could look right up between her legs and see the whole scarlet moist expanse of her naked gash. And he sure as hell looked, grinning like a schoolboy.

"Now, very slowly, squat down," Taylor instructed.

Judy obeyed with a huge blush that covered her whole body, for she saw his game now. With her feet resting on the arms of the chair, squatting would give him an even better, closer view of her pussy. She felt exposed and humiliated as she brought her steamy red crotch to within inches of Taylor's broadly grinning face. He must have seen everything. "Now just relax," he sighed. "I want to look at you."

Relaxing was out of the question, but Judy patiently held still while the old man inspected her slit. She could feel his breath, hot and moist, on her exposed clit, cunt lips, and even on the little wrinkle of her asshole. Then she felt the light touch of his fingers on the raven-black puff of her mons.

"Don't be nervous," he said softly. "I just want to play with you awhile. It won't hurt. You know, Judy, you have a very pretty pussy. Some are quite ugly."

She was hardly going to say thanks. She just squatted there, blushing, while the old dude tickled his fingers through her bush and then spread the fat lips of her mons to uncover all of her tiny red clit. He pressed one fingertip to the hot little button and gently rimmed it. In spite of her anxiety Judy felt a little ripple of pleasure.

"Come just a little closer to me," Taylor whispered.

It didn't matter, he'd already seen everything between her legs. With a patient sigh, Judy hunched a little closer to his face, so that his big beak of a nose was actually buried in her glossy black fur. She waited – and then suddenly a delicious burst of pleasure ran through her body.

"Ooooooo," she squealed.

Looking down, she saw that Taylor was using his juicy red tongue on her clit. Snake-like, his tongue darted back and forth, teasing and tickling her highly sensitive little button. It felt terrific. Judy instantly forgave him for being a weirdo. She'd take a weirdo any day if he could lick pussy like Lawrence Taylor.

Taylor's tongue started to move faster and faster around the throbbing sensitive shaft of her clit, and her pleasure increased with the speed. She had to lean forward and grasp the back of the chair to keep her balance. That slick hot silky tongue rippling furiously over her wet little nubbin was driving her wild. She couldn't contain her cries of delight.

"Ooooo, that feels good," she whined. "Oh, yes, yes, keep doing that, please."

"I will," Taylor gasped, "if you'll just keep telling me how it feels. I enjoy that, Judy."

There was no way she could help telling him. She was losing all control of herself as he tongue-lashed her clit into fiery arousal. Thick steamy cream began to leak from her cunt, right onto Taylor's chin. She started to jerk her hungry pussy, pressing her red-hot clit back and forth against his playing tongue. She moaned and babbled her pleasure.

"Eeeeeeee, I love it, I love it," she whined. "Go on licking me there, please, Larry. Oh, my God."

She wished with all her heart that her husband Tom would do this to her. She wouldn't be wandering, wouldn't be a whore, if only Tom had overcome his hang-ups and gone down on her. It was the wildest pleasure she'd ever felt in her life. Taylor used his wet slick tongue superbly on her greedy little joy button, and within a minute she was reeling on the very edge of orgasm.

"Ohhhhh, make me come," she shrieked. "Make mecome."

But when she said that he stopped licking her clit. She could have clawed him in her frustration – until she felt his wonderfully mobile tongue sliding even lower into her crotch, tickling and arousing as it went.

"I'll make you come, my dear," Taylor whispered, "but I think you'll like it even better this way."

Judy was sure she would, because this old gent seemed to know just what he was doing. She whined and trembled with excitement as he slowly and deliciously worked his tongue into the steamy swollen depths of her crotch. He lashed her puffed red pussylips, rimmed the dripping mouth of her cunt, and then dipped lower, tickling the light brown wrinkle of her anal mouth.

"Ohhhhh, my God," Judy groaned, "don't stop. That feels great."

He didn't stop. He just kept getting her hotter and hotter, his fantastic tongue licking and tasting her everywhere. Judy held her breath in anticipation as she felt him finally zero in on the eager pulsing mouth of her twat. His tongue slowly crept into her, slowly stuffed her burning box with wiggling slick meat. The pleasure was so intense, she thought she was going to fly through the ceiling.

"Yes, yes, yes," she panted, "put your tongue in my cunt. Oh,ohhhhhh. Yes, I'm going to come."

She waited, twitching on the edge of climax, as Taylor probed and tickled her blazing box. His incredibly elastic tongue seemed to stretch all the way to her womb. But just as she started to get off, he withdrew, leaving her frustrated again, the tiny blaze of orgasm fading.

"Be patient," he whispered. "Now you'll get your reward."

Judy sincerely hoped so. He was driving her wild with that crazy tongue of his, raising her almost to coming, then letting her drop. She was actually starting to sweat with, need, her poor aroused pussy soaked and swollen and aching. She didn't think she could stand it another second. She moaned with lust as she felt Taylor's tongue tickling even lower between her legs.

"Ahhhhh, no, no, not there," she gasped, shocked as she felt him eagerly licking the wrinkled mouth of her asshole.

"Yes," he insisted, "this is the best place of all. Just relax, Judy. You'll see."

As she was in no position to argue, and because she was willing to try anything once, Judy held still and let Taylor lick around and around the clenched mouth of her brownie. As a matter of fact, it felt terrifically exciting. She hadn't realized that her bumhole could be a source of hot pleasure, just as powerful and exciting as her pussy. But when the old guy started poking his tongue right up inside her asshole, she was shocked again.

"Oh, no, Larry," she gasped, "you don't have to do that."

"Ssshhh," Taylor replied.

Well, whatever turns you on, Judy thought, giving up the fight.

She waited, and he was at it again, thrusting the slick tip of his tongue right into the tight mouth of her brownie. She relaxed the opening as much as she could, and then his whole tongue was easing into her, satiny and wet and fiery-hot. Judy had only expected to feel embarrassed, but what she felt was the most stunning pleasure of her life. He thrust his tongue clear to the root in her tight little asshole, and she almost fainted, it felt so terrific.

"Ohhhhhhh," Judy wailed, "Eeeeee!"

Cream gushed from her cunt right into Taylor's face as he began to tongue-fuck her in the asshole. Judy clawed the back of their chair and screamed in her hot excitement. Nothing could match the incredible pleasure of having her hot little bumhole probed and poked by that slick tongue. Best of all, this time he let her come.

Judy felt the ripping orgasm staring in the hot depths of her bowels, then exploding through her whole body. She heard wild screeching and screaming, then realized it was her own voice as the stunning pleasure blasted her in great waves. She rocked up and down, full tits swinging, but somehow Taylor managed to keep his tongue in her ass till the convulsions died away.

"Ohhhh, my God," Judy gasped wonderingly.

Taylor's red face emerged at last from her crotch, gleaming and wet with her come. To her astonishment, he licked his lips, actually lapping up her thick cream. The old guy continued to surprise her. He might be a little kinky, but he sure as hell knew how to bring a woman off. Her body was still quivering from that fantastic anal climax.

"I thought you might enjoy that," Taylor chuckled.

"Enjoy?" Judy moaned. "I practically fainted."

"Well, now you can return the favor," Taylor said with a mischievous look. "Stand up a moment, change places with me."

Here it comes, thought Judy as she sat down in the chair. Taylor took off his clothes, watching her all the time, and she saw that now his crotch was lewdly tented with a big erection. Maybe he liked to fuck women in chairs instead of in bed. He dropped his shorts, and Judy saw his short but stubby cock, pale and swollen and drooling as it stood out stiffly from a nest of silver curls.

Then to her utter amazement, Taylor hopped up on the arms of the chair just like Judy herself had done, just as nimbly. He chuckled when he saw her surprise. He squatted down till his bubbling cock was just inches from her face.

"Not bad for an old guy, eh?" he laughed. "Now, Judy, I want you to get me off just like I did you. Use your tongue on me, and take your time. You understand?"

"Y-Yes," Judy replied.

She wasn't sure she liked this idea at all. That ugly stubby prick looked so menacing. His white-furred balls were swollen up like small oranges, so stiff they hardly moved. She could even see his brownie, a clenched wrinkled hole much like her own. She knew he wanted her to lick him everywhere, just like he'd done to her, even on the ass.

"Wouldn't you rather ball, Larry?" she said weakly.

"No, I don't care for it," he said. "I prefer to get off this way."

Well, at least she'd found out what HIS special hang-up was. With a sigh, Judy set to work. She had to please the customer. She leaned forward, stuck out her little pink tongue, and started licking his short fat cock from stem to stern, swishing her tongue around and around. Taylor grunted happily. Juice bubbled continuously from the dark slit mouth of his cock, and she couldn't avoid eating it. Fortunately he tasted nice.

When his prick was gleaming with her spit, thoroughly licked, he sighed again and said softly, "Now my balls."

Judy wasn't too excited about that, but she did it, licking down through his sparse white bush and onto the taut pulsing surface of his rosy nut sacs. Taylor began to quiver and pant as she licked his nuts, and even more thick juice rolled from his cock head. She licked his fat rosy balls till they were soaked with her saliva.

"Now my asshole," he panted.

Judy gathered her will power and dove for it, running her slick little tongue quickly down to his brownie. To her relief, there was no bad taste or smell. As she ran her tongue back and forth over the wrinkled surface of his anal mouth, she found herself getting off on it. Part of the fun was making the old guy so excited. He actually squealed with pleasure as she tongued and tickled his bumhole.

"Now, quickly, Judy," he gasped, "bring your head up and take my cock in your mouth."

Judy did as she was told, quickly sucking his hard drooling dick between her lips. It was a short one and she had no problem getting all of it in her mouth. She looked forward to a few minutes of delicious cock-sucking-then gasped with surprise as Taylor yelped and shot her mouth full of sizzling come. She gulped it all down in order not to choke, still dazzled by how quickly he'd climaxed.

"Very good," he sighed, climbing off her. "You may go now, Judy."

She couldn't help smiling as she dressed. It had been a crazy night. All that sex, and she hadn't even been fucked, yet she'd known more pleasure than ever before. My God, if only Tom would play with her like that! She'd never cheat on him again. She wouldn't need to.

Taylor walked her to the door and pressed some money into her hand. When she got home she found two hundred dollars in assorted bills wrapped around a pair of gold earrings. It was a pleasant surprise, even though she'd have to give Tony half the take. As she undressed she had a brief guilty thought of her husband, but then she fell asleep easily, glutted with sexual satisfaction. Perhaps she really was becoming a whore.