"Stripper wife" - читать интересную книгу автора (Cannon Jason)

CHAPTER THREE

Chile Day awoke with a feeling of being right with the world. She sat up in bed and the blanket slid away from her voluptuous, naked body. She yawned and stretched, her body still luxuriating in the wonderful battering it had received from Barry Price's beautiful, rigid cock.

She slid from the bed and moved to face the mirror. Narrowing her eyes, she critically evaluated her reflection. She saw the high, large but firm breasts, their silver-dollar-sized areolas still swollen with lust. She smiled at the incredibly narrow waist and full, flaring hips. She mentally critiqued the lean length of her thighs, and the blonde-covered pinkness of her pussy that lay between them.

One hand floated to her bulging crop of pubic hair and patted it lovingly. This was the thing that attracted men. It was her source of pleasure an power. There had been many men who had sweated over her beautiful body, giving her pleasure, and there would be many more.

"You're a pretty uncomplicated kid, aren't you?" Chile said to her reflection in the mirror. "All you need is a good fucking every day and you're happy. That is, if the asshole men who do it aren't overbearing, chest-thumping and possessive."

She thought about Barry Price, her most recent and perhaps her best to date acquisition. He was none of the things she hated in a man and everything she loved and wanted.

Maybe, just maybe, he would last a lot longer than any of the others.

The reflection winked back at her, and the fingertips of that glass figure lovingly stroked the taut inner flesh of its thighs. She caressed herself until she felt excitement building almost to the pressure point. She felt his creamy cum oozing into her hand from the still syrupy lips of her pussy, and suddenly wished that he were there still, his rigid cock poised above her willing cunt, ready to strike.

"Ohhhh, shit," she groaned, and tore herself away from the mirror.

She glanced now and then at the mirror, her audience, as she dressed.

First the panties, snug over her lush curves, hugging her ass and hips and shadowed belly; diaphanous so her pink skin gleamed through th material. She imagined a man sitting across the room watching her, slowed her movements to tease him with his reverse strip.

Next came the bra. She slipped her arms through the straps and leaned forward so her breasts swung into the cups. Then she straightened and curled her arms behind her to fasten the hooks. Her imaginary man was staring wide-eyed as the brown tips of her breasts disappeared behind the cloth. She could almost swear she heard him moan with disappointment. Well, she was disappointed too. If that man were real instead of imaginary, she would be taking off her clothes instead of putting them on.

Because that was what she did: strip. Among other things. Chile Day and Chile's girls were the rage of every high-class, expensive convention from San Francisco to New York, and Maine to Miami.

She struggled the hooks closed on her bra and winced at its tightness. She hated bras. They cut into her tender skin and held her in like a girdle around her chest. But she knew that if she didn't wear one, she'd have half the men in the city following her around, just to watch her tits bounce.

It was nice of the guy who owned this apartment to have a vanity table and minor, she thought as she sat down and combed her hair. Her purse was on the dresser, and her coat in the living room. Quickly she checked to see that she wasn't leaving anything behind. Then, on impulse, sh took her lipstick out of her purse and scrawled a message to the unknown benefactor who'd lent them the apartment.

"Thanks for the use of the bed," she scrawled on the mirror. "Sometime I'll return the favor."

She admired her handiwork for a moment, then snapped her purse shut and locked the apartment door behind her. Out in the street she hailed a cab. It was two o'clock in the afternoon and she planned the rest of her day as she rode.

She hoped the three other girls would be in the apartment when she arrived. She wanted to tell them that she had found the answer to their problem.

The four of them had been together for almost two years. Natalie Ferris and Ellie Leamon, Chile had found working in a strip joint. They were actually working their way through college bumping and grinding for pennies. It hadn't been much trouble convincing them that a few years on the road with Chile and they could buy a degree. The only hang-up they had was taking all their clothes off instead of just a few.

Betty Hayes was another matter. Chile met her through a personal friend who acted as an agent for actors and actresses in porn movies. When Chile asked Betty to join her group, she thought she was enticing her with the fact that she could make the same money and she wouldn't have to fuck for it.

Betty surprised her by saying that she liked to fuck for it. She enjoyed making the movies. Her only objection was the fact that she wasn't making enough money fast enough to start her own porn production company.

Chile saw an opening. "Then come with me. You can combine business with a lot of pleasure. The guys at these conventions all want to fuck after seeing the show. I usually turn them down, but what you do on your own time is up to you."

Betty quickly became quite an attraction since she always went a little further on stage than the other girls, and word got around that if the gifts were of a large enough amount, her body was available later in the evening.

Chile herself wasn't beyond getting a little extra cocking when the girls were on the road. But the men on the road just never seemed to fill the bill for her. Chile like to dominate, to be in command. She liked to feel that she, not the man, was doing the stalking, and the eventual conquering.

In the cab, going across town to the apartment, Chile compared Barry Price to all those men. They all came in a very poor second. It wasn't that Barry's cock was thicker, longer, or so much firmer than any other man she had ever met. It was just that he knew how to use it so much better.

Yes, ma'am, she smiled to herself as the cab rocked to a halt, Barry Price had a definite talent for using the equipment that nature had given him and nature had given him an enormou supply. It was a supply that Chile planned on getting the most out of during the three-month tour ahead.

The cab pulled to a stop, and the uniformed doorman opened the door. "Good afternoon, Miss Day," he said.

"Good afternoon," Chile returned.

She paid the cabbie and walked through the door that the doorman held open for her. The apartment building was plush, and it set them back forty-five hundred bucks a year to use it only one or two months. But it was worth the money not to have to stay in a hotel when they were in town.

The elevator operator whisked her up to the fifteenth floor and almost bowed her out of the car. The thick carpet in the wide corridor deadened the sound of her feet. In a moment she was slipping her key into the lock. Inside, the drapes were drawn and the apartment was dark. Chile looked around, decided that the girls were out somewhere, and dropped her purse and coat on a chair near the closet.

It was a large, three-bedroom apartment. Chile had the master, Betty a single, and Natalie and Ellie shared the third. That was no problem since the two girls dug each other and did no outside entertaining.

Chile remembered, with a slight twinge in her own pussy, the time she had first seen the two girls doing each other. It had been quite a shock to discover they were lesbians. They'd been together on the road for three weeks, and Chile had come back to the hotel early from a date.

The man had been one of those on-again-off again rabbits, and he'd worn himself out early. Seeing a light under their door, she walked in without knocking. The two girls had been so engrossed in their pleasure that they didn't even notice Chile until they were finished.

She stared, wide-eyed, watching them. She was surprised and engrossed at the same time. Her philosophy was that a girl was entitled to whatever kind of kick she liked. If these two dug eating pussy instead of cock, it was their business.

They had been embarrassed at first, until she explained that she didn't give a damn. And in the months that followed, Chile had spent more than one hour with her eye to a keyhole watching them make love. Looking at them do it excited her, and held her with a strange kind of fascination. But she couldn't understand how they reached completion with nothing but their lips and hands.

Chile started taking her clothes off in the living room and moved into the hall toward her own bedroom. As she passed the second bedroom door, she heard a noise and stopped.

"Hmmm," she whispered to herself. "I guess there's someone home after all."

The sound came again, muffled by the closed door, and she knelt to put her eye to the keyhole.

She grinned and felt her excitement begin to rise when she saw the two naked bodies intertwined on the bed across the room.

Ellie was kissing Natalie's breasts and Natalie was squeezing the other girl's thighs, her nose only a scant inch from Ellie's gaping cuntal lips.

As Chile watched, the two girls separated.

Natalie stretched out on the bed on her back, and Ellie raised her body to her knees to straddle her. She slowly lowered her dripping cunt to Natalie's darting tongue and pursed lips.

Then she was there. Natalie moaned in joy as her partner's thighs squeezed and held her head and her cunt rubbed pussy juice over her face.

Chile stared and felt her own excitement grow. The two girls in the room were moaning and clutching each other wildly now.

Chile had undressed, down to her bra and panties. Unconsciously, she slid her hand down into the front of her panties and explored the soft muff of her pubic mound until she found the split at the top of her cuntal crease. She rubbed two fingers back and forth over her clitoris and wished that she had a man, a man like Barry, waiting in her room as she watched the two passion-taut bodies straining and writhing on the bed.

"Oh, I love your cunt. I love your tits, Ellie, honey," Natalie mumbled around her cunt-filled mouth as she reached up and cupped the girl's tits.

"Squeeze 'em… squeeze hard while you'r eating my pussy," Ellie moaned, bouncing her cunt up and down over her lover's face.

Below her, Natalie's mouth was driving her cunt to orgasm as her hands went to her naked titties, exploring them frantically as though they were undiscovered territory. The whole sensation was unearthly, fingers began grinding at her nipples, a hot, wet tongue was grinding into her cunt, and now frantic, probing fingers were penetrating her asshole.

"Oooohhh," Ellie moaned, and her legs went limp.

Chile watched as Natalie added two fingers to her tongue in Ellie's cunt. It drove the young girl crazy. She started bouncing harder on Natalie's face, grinding her cunt to higher pleasure.

"Oh, oh, oh," Ellie moaned, "that's bringing it… that's getting it off. Tear at my cunt with your fingers, Nat… rip at it!"

Ellie reached behind her and grabbed Natalie's heaving breasts by the nipples. She twisted and squeezed them until Natalie was shrieking with pleasure and pain from between Ellie's humping thighs.

"Come to me," Natalie cooed. "Come in my mouth… bust your cunt cum and let me drink you down, honey."

Natalie's fingers and tongue did their work well. She could feel her whole body shaking and screaming out her come.

When the last of her climax throbbed its ebb, Ellie rolled from Natalie's body.

"Now me… suck my cunt," Natalie said.

"No… please, Natalie… I'm beat to hell. You took everything out of me!"

"You bitch!" Natalie cried. "I sucked you off, now you suck me!" She used her open hand to slap the other girl so hard on the cheek that Chile could almost feel the sting from her position on the opposite side of the door.

"All right… all right," Ellie said, and rolled over Natalie's body.

Their breasts plopped together, nipple to nipple. They began kissing, embracing wildly. Ellie's eyes drank the lush, soft curves of her partner and she moaned, burying her head into the mass of pink warm flesh. Almost as if she couldn't help herself, Ellie was instantly hot again and ready to suck Natalie's offered pussy without another word of argument.

Natalie sank back on the bed, burying her soft ass and spreading her legs to give plenty of room. Goosebumps danced on her skin. Her legs opened slowly, her hands covering the mass of hairs there, crossed over the slightly damp mass, the warmth radiating outwards, spreading the hotness through her hands.

"Here," Natalie said softly. She moved her hands sensuously, spreading her pink cunt lips, showing Ellie the shining wetness of her cunt, th red clitoris. She followed her eyes downward and looked into the shiny part of her body. She saw her beauty mirrored in Ellie's lusting eyes.

Natalie lay back on the sheets, spreading her legs wide, rolling her hips from side to side. Ellie moved in between her legs and, slipping her hands under the two firm ass cheeks, lifted her, her legs falling loose. Natalie's cunt was directly in front of Ellie's mouth, raised high and yawning in open invitation to her tongue and lips.

It was then, as Ellie jammed her face against Natalie's pussy and began eating her like a woman gone mad, that Chile knew she could take no more. She had to get off herself. And, short of joining the other two girls, she knew there was only one way available to her in the apartment.

She rose from the keyhole and rushed to her own room. She cursed herself for watching them and getting herself all excited. It was all right for them, they could please each other. But she needed a man, and there was no man there.

Chile locked her door and stripped quickly out of her bra and panties.

Suddenly, the sight of her own breasts intrigued her. With her thumb and forefinger she circled the areola of one tit. The nipple hardened. She smiled. She lifted the huge melon-like breast until the nipple was near her lips. She tongued it. She watched as it got even harder. She opened her mouth and sucked at it. The result heightened th storm of sexual tension in her body. There seemed to be a direct line from her tits right down to the dark cleft between her legs.

She glanced up at the mirror and watched herself sucking her own tit. "God," she said aloud, "I wish I could get my head far enough between my legs to eat myself. I wish I could suck my own pussy!"

But Chile knew that she couldn't. She was a dancer and she was limber, but she had never been quite able to bring herself off with her own tongue and lips. She had often tried, but never successfully.

Shrugging and letting her tit sway back to its normal place, she crossed to her closet. From the upper shelf she took down her dildo-vibrator, the little friend she always kept with her just in case no man interested her enough to invite him home.

Watching the two girls suck each other had so turned her on that, at that moment, the little friend was an absolute necessity.

Moving to the bed, Chile turned on the vibrator and felt her body twitch in anticipation from just the sound. She lay on the bed and spread her legs wide. The cockhead tip of the vibrator soon became soaked with pussy juice as she ran it teasingly up and down the gooey slit of her cunt.

Then, gasping, she jammed the full length of the plastic and rubber cock up her cunt.

"Oh yes… oh fuck me good!" she cried, as if the instrument were alive.

Her nipples tingled excitingly as she lay back on the bed and fucked her own pussy. She tightened her grip and roughly jammed the whirring tip up her cuntal slit until it crashed against her womb.

Then she pulled it back out and teased her outer lips again until she could stand it no longer. She slipped down slightly, opening her legs and rubbing the tip between the lips of her already moist, hot, willing pussy.

With a slight jerk of her entire body, she drove the instrument all the way up inside her again. She did love one thing about the plastic cock: it was far bigger than the cock of any man she had ever fucked.

When her pussy was completely filled with the artificial prick, she began rolling her clitoris back and forth with her thumb. The fiery sensations it caused coursed through her. She worked it in and out, oblivious to everything but the rising passion it was creating in her cunt. The feeling spread throughout her limbs, filling, her with the breathless excitement that came just before complete orgasm.

She stroked herself again and again, deeper and deeper, with the dildo. She kept up a steady, rolling pressure on her clitoris with her thumb, until with a tiny cry, her body exploded.

Her whole body shuddered again and again as the shock waves of the climax cascaded like jolts of electricity through her tensed muscles. Her insides became like jelly, stirred into action with each new thirst of the dildo.

She quickly brought herself to the edge of yet a second come, and held it there. She kept up the pistoning action until the tension in her body built up reserves of energy.

Then she pulled hard on the cock, bringing it again against her clit to set off a chain of orgasms where each jab of the dick set off a new spasm. She was thrashing like a fish impaled on the end of a spear. Her hand gripped the sheets and tried to dig into the mattress, her back arched like a bow, and snapped with thrill after thrill.

Her head was pressed flat against the bed and her open mouth gave vent to a series of muffled groans, that gradually rose in intensity till she was screaming with each stroke of the cock. She brought her come to an almost unbelievable height and then slammed herself upward one last time, fulfilled.

Quickly, she replaced the dildo in the closet and, still groggy, found the piece of paper she had written Barry's number on.

She had to dial four times but, at last, she sighed as she heard his phone ringing.