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

CHAPTER FOUR

Barry had fallen asleep and he dreamed. In his dream, he was fucking Chile again, but she looked like Ellie.

She'd been fantastic in bed, a wild, pulsing, screaming thing beneath him. Her eager hips battered his weary loins, her lips and tongue played relentlessly over his flesh as she sought to arouse him. He'd discovered that she was very sensitive around her buttocks. She'd almost gone out of her mind when he touched her there, bucked so hard they almost fell off the bed.

The phone brought him to groggy wakefulness.

"Yeah?"

"Hi, lover," Chile cooed over the line.

"Hi. Hey, listen… about tonight…"

"If you don't want to go out, it's all right with me," she told him. "Either I can come to you place, or you can come here."

He'd wanted to tell her that even if he did see her he wouldn't be much good to her, but it was an awkward thing to try and explain over the phone.

"You do want that job I mentioned, don't you?"

"Yeah, but…"

"See you tonight at eight…" she said. "Stud." The phone went dead in his ear. "Shit," he moaned and rolled over and went back to sleep.

He awakened at seven-thirty and dressed in slacks and a sports jacket, his shirt unbuttoned casually at the throat. The evening sky looked cloudy and he threw a raincoat over his arm. Seven-thirty was a semi-peak period for the "EL", so he didn't have to wait long for a train. The cars were almost filled with people.

Finally he came to the right stop and got off. In this part of town there were still trees along the curbs. The traffic seemed to have a muted sound, and he saw more than one doorman out walking a poodle. He whistled soundlessly when he came to Chile's building, wondering what she did for her money. He knew that she wasn't married, and supposed that she was somebody's rich daughter or sister.

The doorman looked him over and inquired pleasantly enough as to his business. When Barry told him whom he wanted to see, the doorman stepped back and held open the door.

"Floor, sir?" the elevator operator asked.

"Oh, hell, I forgot to look downstairs."

"What is the name, sir?"

"Ah… Chile… Chile Day." Barry was almost embarrassed to say it, but the man just smiled and closed the door.

On the fifteenth floor the elevator operator leaned out of the car and pointed down the hail. "To your left, sir. Last door on the right."

"Thank you," Barry said. He watched the doors close and the floor indicator move rapidly from fifteen to one.

The carpet under his feet felt like a field of thick grass as he walked to the door of the apartment. He pressed the button and listened for the buzzer or chimes, but could hear nothing. The sudden opening of the door startled him, and he found himself staring stupidly at a tall, lean, black-haired girl in silk lounging pajamas.

"Yes?" she said.

"Uh… I guess I have the wrong place. I was looking for Miss Chile Day."

"This is the right place," the girl told him. "I'm her roommate. One of them, anyway. You must be Barry."

"Uh… yes."

"I'm Nat Ferris," she said, smiling and stepping back from the open doorway. "Won't you come in?"

She closed the door behind him and took hi raincoat. He was busy looking around the luxurious apartment. It was the kind of place he'd seen in the movies, and never imagined really existed. One entire wall was made of a glass sliding door which led out onto a terrace; scattered around the huge room were chairs and tables and sofas.

Barry dropped into the first chair he came to, and the girl sat down opposite him. She said nothing, but her eyes carefully inspected him and he could almost hear the evaluating clicks of her brain as she made her decisions about him. He returned her gaze, made some evaluations of his own.

She was at least as pretty as Chile. A little thinner, perhaps. Her breasts and hips were smaller. Here's a filly built for speed, he thought to himself, and a smile unconsciously played about his lips.

"Is something funny?" she snapped.

Barry looked at her, saw that she thought he was laughing at her. "Not at all," he said.

At that point, Chile came sweeping into the room with a bright smile and sparkling eyes, and Barry was relieved. She was dressed, or undressed, in a long satin robe, a seductive red robe which clung to every curve of her body. It was plastered against her skin as though it were wet; it showed the bumps of her nipples and the crease between her buttocks.

"Hello, people," she said. "Have you two bee getting acquainted? I want you both to get to know each other." She moved into the room and perched on the arm of his chair, her ass pressing against his shoulder.

"Well, what do you think?" Chile said to Natalie.

"I don't know," Natalie replied. "I'll have to hear him play."

Barry was about to ask, "Play what?" when the front door opened and a third girl came into the room. Chile laughingly introduced her as the real swinger in the group, Betty Hayes.

Barry shook the girl's offered hand and looked her over. She was a little shorter than the other girls, and more full-bodied. Her ripe flesh strained against the seams of her clothing and her breasts bobbled when she walked. If she'd been five pounds heavier she would have been fat. As it was, Betty Hayes was a lot of very well-stacked, sexy woman.

"Well, let's get the meeting going," Natalie said. "I've got to meet El…"

"Who's El?" Barry said, his ears picking up at the almost forgotten name.

"She's the fourth in our little group," Chile said.

"I've got her vote," Natalie said.

"I'll just bet you have," Betty quipped.

"Fuck you, honey," Natalie shot back.

"Girls…" Chile said lightly, and then added, "Shut up," with ice in her voice.

Chile rose and fixed herself a drink as she spoke.

"You all know we need some class in the act. Records are the problem. We need live music. I say we hire Barry here as a pianist and pick up two or three other pieces in each town we play."

"Hey, wait a minute," Barry objected. "I'm no musician."

"The hell you aren't… you're fantastic. I heard you play at that party the other night. Even stoned you play better piano than anybody I've heard before."

"That's just doodling," he replied. "Hell, I can barely read."

Betty threw back her head and laughed. "For our act you don't have to…"

"Just what is your act?" Barry asked.

Silence.

Then Chile heaved a sigh that almost cascaded her breasts out of her dress and said, "We're strippers… and then some. We do stag shows for conventions, parties… anything that needs beautiful women, nude."

"Jesus," Barry said, his eyes growing into saucers.

"Here's a picture of the four of us in our best costume… nothing," Chile laughed, and thrust a framed photo into his hands.

"Oh slit!" he exclaimed as he examined the picture.

The fourth girl was his ex-wife, Ellie.

Barry stood on the terrace smoking. He had a gob in his throat as big as a baseball. He had wanted to say no to Chile's offer right away, but a certain perverseness at the thought of traveling with Ellie in the close confinement of their trailer while she was sleeping with Natalie intrigued him.

The offer of five hundred a week plus expenses didn't hurt either.

Behind him, he heard Natalie say she was going out for the evening. Chile joined him on the terrace.

"Well," she said, "have you decided?"

"I'm still thinking," he replied, keeping his eyes from hers. He hadn't told them about Ellie. That would have shocked the hell out of them and spoiled the pleasure he would get at seeing Ellie's face when he was introduced to her.

He concentrated his gaze at the building across the way. His eyes traveled over the facade of the building and he gasped when he came to a lighted bedroom window. A woman was standing beside the bed, and he caught her in the act of removing her bathrobe. She was completely naked under the robe, and the sight seemed to zoom close to his eye. It was almost as though he were looking through a pair of binoculars which shut out all the other sights. His eyes saw only the naked woman as she draped her robe across the foot of her bed an stretched out on top of the blankets.

The woman's body was pink, with a slash of darkness at the juncture of her thighs and the top of her head. She arranged herself carefully, spread-eagling her legs, then began to caress her cunt with her hands.

Barry leaned on the railing, and felt Chile's shoulder against his as she moved beside him. "See anything interesting?" she asked, her voice soft in the night.

"Look," he said, "over there. Third line of windows from the corner of the building, about halfway up from the street."

"What is it?"

"A woman lying on a bed."

"Oh, yes. I see it now."

"Look what she's doing with her hands."

"I can think of better ways," Chile said, running her hand up his trousered thigh until she found his cock.

"You could have mentioned this whole thing to me first… this afternoon," Barry said, willing his cock not to get hard from her touch.

Chile stepped close to him, and the heady smell of her perfume enveloped his senses. The tips of her covered breasts were tantalizing inches from his chest; he could almost feel the warmth of her body.

"That's not the way I do things, lover," she said.

She took another step forward and there was no space between them. Barry knew then that she was naked under the satin gown, and the material whispered over her flesh as she rubbed herself against him. He felt only a weak stir if passion. Chile took his hands and placed them on the hot full curves of her ass. Barry responded automatically. He pulled her tighter against him, and his lips found hers in the semi-darkness. A small moan came deep in her throat. Her fingers closed over his ears to mash his mouth against her own.

When they broke the kiss her lips moved to his ear and she panted for breath. "Oh, lover," she breathed. "I need you. You'd be crazy to turn this down… good money, good job, easy life… and all this good pussy."

Drawing him over to the chaise, she lay down and pulled him down beside her. Her lips found his again. Her tongue drove into his mouth, and her hands moved to the fastenings of his trousers.

"No!" he said, pulling her hands away from his fly. "Don't do anything. Let me do everything."

She lay back with a sigh, and he opened the belt of her gown. The red satin parted to reveal her soft pink body, and his lips moved to the swelling brown tips of her breasts. Her nipple thrust into his mouth, and he caressed the tip with his tongue while her shoulders writhed beneath him.

"Oh God, I love that," she breathed. "Harder. Bite me a little!"

While his lips played over her tits, his han touched her leg just above her knee and moved slowly upward between her thighs until he found the pulpy mound of her cunt.

"Yessss… there, too," she hissed when his probing fingers parted the lips of her juicy pussy.

He could feel the taut muscles of her thighs twitching as he probed and caressed. He let her hands push his head down along her body, his tongue leaving a trail of fire wherever it touched. She began to gasp and tremble.

"There… yes, there… oh!"

His lips found those of her yielding cunt. Her voice was croaking with passion as she muttered words of encouragement. "Eat it… suck my fuck hole… my clit… do it to me… do everything to me!"

Her thighs blocked out all sound; he knew only the rising tide of her passion. Her body went rigid, her hips arching up off the lounge. Her hands yanked at his hair as her flesh shuddered and convulsed beneath his lips.

"Get naked," she said writhing away from him and tearing at his clothes. "I want to see your cock."

She shivered her gown from her shoulders as he ripped his clothes from his body. His cock was hard and ready when she melted into his arms.

Chile was her usual self as she ground her naked body against his. Their mouths met, tongues sucking, dueling, searching as their hands flew fro one erotic place to another on their bodies.

Her skin was smooth and warm and he felt her pussy hairs against his body. His cock sprang to life as he rubbed her ass, leaning over slightly because she was a good head shorter than he was.

Her breasts felt soft and warm against his chest as she twisted her mouth around his. Then she broke away and looked at his cock. Her hands went to it, tugging at it and rubbing his balls. Then she felt his muscles, thrilling at the hard, unyielding flesh.

"Talk dirty to me, it excites me," she said, eyes flaring. Her teeth were perfect, the kind you see in toothpaste commercials on television. Little shark's teeth, thought Barry. He picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, laying her down.

"I'm going to fuck you," he said simply. "I'm going to take my cock and shove it up into every hole you've got and when you tell me to stop I'll fuck you even harder."

"Yes, yes," Chile said, visibly excited.

"I'm going to throw more prick at you than you've ever had in your life. You're gonna beg me to start and beg me to stop. I'll use tricks on you that you never even knew existed."

"Like what?"

"Like sit up and suck my cock until I come. Suck it till I squirt down your throat."

Chile sat up and immediately licked the head of his prick until it glistened and shone from he saliva. Then she opened her mouth wide and took his prick into her dark, warm cavern, not stopping until she took every inch he had.

She held it there, her hands on his balls, pleasing and teasing them. Then she started to move her head backward and forward, lips squeezing the thickness of his prick, teeth applying just the right amount of pressure, tongue moving around, covering as much of his prick as it could, her jaw muscles straining, nostrils flaring as excitement made her whole body tingle.

She was almost methodical and definitely professional. Her rhythm was constant, her hands traveling up and down the front of his thighs, then the back, and finally teasing his stomach.

She was a powerhouse, a woman determined to scale the loftiest heights of sexual pleasure and gratification. Her hands continued to scour his body, producing pleasure wherever they touched him. He began a gentle in-and-out motion. Chile held her head steady, memories of past mouth fuckings bubbling to the surface.

Then she started to rub her pussy, sticking her middle finger up into her slit and finding her clit. She moaned loudly as she felt it erect, pulsating with pleasure. Barry picked up his pace, holding her head steady, becoming excited by the sounds she was making. She twisted her head around on his cock and he decided to give her what she wanted.

His balls strained and then he shot a stream of cum into her mouth. Chile whimpered as hot cum poured into her. She savored the taste, keeping it in her mouth for as long as she could before she swallowed it. His balls let loose once more and then they were empty, hanging loose in their sac.

Chile sucked his cock hard, drawing out any cum that might have remained there. She licked her lips and smiled as she took his cock out of her mouth, knowing that the best was yet to come.

"Now eat me," she said, rolling to her back and pushing his head between her thighs.

He separated the spongy lips of her pussy with his fingers. She lifted her ass up and held it there with her hands to make it easier for him to eat her. Juice oozed in streams from her pussy into his mouth. As he swallowed greedily, his mind floated to the job offer.

He knew without the slightest doubt that he would take it.

He slipped a middle finger up into her asshole and screwed it around. She automatically raised herself up a little more, forcing her cunt harder into his mouth.

Barry smacked his lips and nibbled away and listened to her moans and pants.

"Oh Jesus, that's so exciting," she panted. "Suck the shit out of me!"

He kept his middle finger buried in her asshole as he bore down on her, fucking his tongue in an out of her slit. He licked her inner walls and Chile moaned louder and louder.

His mouth was filled with her hairy pussy. His teeth jabbed into her hairy mound, hurting her a little, just enough so that she wanted more.

"For God's sake, don't stop!" she gasped.

He rolled her over so that her crotch was on his face. He took his finger out of her asshole and wrapped his arms around her waist, sucking on her quivering cunt for all he was worth.

Chile ground herself into him, wishing his tongue was as long as his cock. It teased, pleased and drove her toward her orgasm. Her breath came in loud heaves as she got hotter and hotter.

"Bite me, bite me!" she panted.

He obediently nibbled at her outer cuntal folds. The feeling it created in Chile's body was exquisite, that kind of excitement that is as much mental as it is physical. She bucked into him hard, almost smothering him with her pussy as she felt cum pour out of her cunt. It ran down her canal, where Barry's sucking mouth was waiting for it.

Like a man dying of thirst, he lapped at her pussy as her cunt spasmed out fresh cream, mini-convulsions making her body shake. He breathed hard as Chile smeared her pussy all over his face. Barry's hands held her buttocks in an effort to curtail her frantic motions, which were making it difficult for him, to suck on her.

She finally stopped, temporarily satisfied.

He tried to catch his breath as best he could, picking out pussy hairs from between his teeth. She was a hot little number, that was for sure, but Barry liked that, it encouraged him. Passive women held no interest for him. Aggressive gals who knew what they wanted and weren't afraid to ask for it were his kind and always had been.

She rolled off him, her whole body flushed and hot. Then she straddled him, but did it in the reverse, so that her back was facing him.

"Pick a hole," she said, "any one."

The choice was an easy one. Barry spread the cheeks of her ass apart and placed the hard head of his cock against her asshole. He spat on his hand and rubbed his cock with his spittle to make it a little easier for himself. Then he began to push.

"Oh Jesus, I feel every fucking inch," she moaned. She lowered her head slightly and her breasts shook as his cock continued to disappear up into her rear channel. He finally got it all the way in and Chile, who had been leaning forward slightly, sat back and wiggled her ass a little.

"I love it in my ass," she panted.

"No kidding?"

"Some girls don't, but me? I'll take it there any time."

"Am I too big for you? Doesn't it hurt?" he asked.

"You're perfect. Pinch my nipples hard, hurt me a little."

Barry had no objections. He wasn't a sadist, but a little bit of pain was always exciting. He reached around and gave her breasts a good, hard shaking before he pinched her nipples as hard as he could.

Even though he took into consideration the fact that women have a higher tolerance for pain than men, Barry was still impressed. His fingers were strong and Chile leaned back into him, her face contorted with excitement. She placed her hands over his and doubled her pleasure.

Then she leaned forward, her tits swinging free from her body. Barry started to fuck into her. He lunged upward, banging his crotch into her ass. He wanted to punish her with his prick, fuck her into the kind of submission he instinctively knew excited and gratified her. "Fuck me as hard as you can," she hissed through clenched jaws.

Apparently there was nothing soft at all about Chile. Everything, at least with sex, had to be hard and rough, primitive and animalistic. Barry dug it, though, and he rudely shoved three fingers up into her pussy and gouged her out.

She was working her ass off too as she moved it down just as he slammed up into her. Her asshole held his cock tightly, almost too tightly for Barry's liking, but nevertheless he methodically drove prick and fingers in and out of her asshole and pussy.

Chile threw her head around like she was tryin to get rid of it as she came. That fantastic release from the tension that precedes orgasm made her writhe and squirm wildly.

He picked up his pace, hammering upward, trying to split her in two, curious to see how much she could take.

His balls slapped into her and were soon slippery from hot, thick cream that oozed from between her pussy lips. His fingers dug at the inner recesses of her cunt, stretching her flesh, making her orgasm better for her.

He slowed down a little. Chile sucked in air as fast as she could through her open mouth, her tits swinging from side to side. Then he pulled his prick and fingers out of her and before she could react, he shoved his prick up into her cunt.

"I love the way you're fucking me," she panted.

Her pussy was a tight sheath that excited him. He gabbed her at the creases made by her hips and pulled her down onto his cock as hard as he could. He repeated the process, viciously pounding his body into hers.

"Turn around," he said. "I like to look at the women I fuck."

She lifted herself off him. Bottled up globs of cum splashed down into his stomach. She took the head of his cock and placed it at the entrance to her cunt hole.

Then she leaned over him so he could have room to fuck her. Her face glowed with the expression of a woman who was getting an excellent fucking.

She leaned over further, her nipples touching his chest. Her tongue slipped into his mouth and searched around. He was suddenly surrounded by her smells and sounds and was motivated to the extent that he kept a methodical pace, pounding the far end of her pussy with the head of his cock.

Chile took her mouth off his and rested her hands on his shoulders. The combination of hard muscles and hard cock was enough to push her toward another orgasm.

He slapped himself up into her, cupping her breasts and again pinching her nipples.

"Oh Jesus, you're making me come again!" she gasped.

"That's what it's here for, baby."

She closed her eyes as she felt waves of cum gush out of her pussy. She felt as though she were coming everywhere. She gave him everything she had, her pussy quivering as it released its hot juices. His cock was covered with the stuff and she began to overflow. Their pubic hairs were sopped and almost matted down from the wetness.

She rode his prick, feeling every inch of it even though her inner walls were well lined with cream and lubrication. Dots of perspiration lined her upper lip as she slowly swung her ass from side to side.

"Come in me, come in me," she chanted. "I love it when I feel it hit me."

Chile was doing a good job on him, wiggling around, squeezing his cock, running her hands up and down his stomach.

"I need it in me so bad," she said.

"Not yet."

"Harder, harder!" she moaned.

Barry reveled in the sense of power his body and cock gave him and for a minute he had that omnipotent feeling a lot of men get when they're fucking the shit out of a woman.

"Oh baby, give it to me, give it to me!" she panted. She started cuffing him around his face mid shoulders.

He sat up, chewing on one of her nipples, making her writhe in intense excitement. Then he relaxed and his balls shot a thick load of cum up the length of his cock into her cunt.

Chile squealed when she felt it hit her, and furiously ground her crotch into his, Barry's balls let loose again and again, throwing more juice into her already overflowing pussy. He gave her nipple one last chomp, then lay down, breathing hard.

"Oh shit, but it was good," Chile panted.

Barry lay still as she moved her pussy from side to side, feeling his cock slowly slip from her sheath with a wet, popping sound.

"Think you can do that every day, honey?" she said, smiling down at him as he watched his own cum run from her pussy and puddle on his belly.

"I'll even learn how to read music," he said.