Pam chilled strongly as Denny thrust one last time, then released her legs and rolled to one side. She looked up again as the man withdrew his softening prick from the girl's wet mouth. He leaned down, kissed her fully on the mouth, then he smiled as he lifted the tiny girl from Pam's head; he kneeled down beside the bed and kissed Pam fully, then he reached down, fondled her tits and shook his head.
"Don't even try to explain, Miss… these two kids pretty much get what they want around this house," he chuckled, "and I'm just a little sorry I let Dotty suck me off, damnit! I couldn't possibly fuck you and have anything left for my wife tonight – and she wouldn't like that… neither would she like knowing that she got left out of the action with our new Lotus Lady. Think you could come back by on Saturday evening? We've got a little party planned… some friends with two teenaged twin girls… same age as Dotty," and he smiled at her stunned look.
A short time later as Pam drove slowly toward her own apartment, she shook her head at the wonder of it all – but at least she hadn't lost a pair of panties at the Braggs! she told herself, and wiggled her bare ass against the smooth fabric of the car seat.
She sighed as she glanced at her order book – she still had one more order to deliver before she could call it a day… the address was near her own, but she had noticed that the delivery receipt read: "Anytime after seven."
Well, she would have time for a nice hot bath, a change of clothing, then a light supper. She wondered what the customer would be like as she read the name: A. Donovan… Alice, Ann, Amy, Abby? Well, she concluded as her apartment building came into view, she'd soon know for sure!
CHAPTER FOUR
Pam lay in the hot tub luxuriating in its warmth as she sipped a highball. Her mind had finally cleared following the day's events and as she lay there thinking about them, she realized her life suddenly had purpose – far more than ever before… and she owed it all to Lotus. Her mood was quite different than it had been that morning; angry, disgusted and just a little disappointed in her job, she had been on the verge of quitting… but following the incident with the man in the bar, then that perfectly liberated family, she was beginning to have second thoughts – about the job, and most importantly, about herself.
She had never really been a prude about sex, but what she had learned had been garnered the hard way – and there were a great many questions left unanswered for her as she reached adulthood. Too damn many! she thought as she drained her glass – the second since coming home – and slipped down into the warm water as the alcohol relaxed her muscles and her nerves. Perhaps there were still things she didn't know and understand, but she wasn't going to let them bother her. She was determined to become a successful Lotus Lady, and if that meant having occasional sex with a lonely customer, then she would do it!
Running her fingers over her breasts and touching the oversensitive nipples, Pam thought about the incidents of the past two days. They had all been exciting and each in its own way, fulfilling. Massaging her breasts as she thought about each of the encounters, she felt her nipples stiffening and she swallowed as she licked her lips, wondering what on earth had come over her. Was it the sudden immersion into illicit sex? Or was it simply that her sex-starved young body was no longer content with occasional masturbation?
As she wondered, her right hand moved over her wet belly, dipped beneath the warm water and came to rest on her cunt. The hair was thick and golden and she ran her fingers through it as she began to slip into her favorite fantasy… It was the old one – the one she had begun having after a friend of hers had shown her some brief passages from "The Story of O".
As her fingers strayed into the wet warmth of her pussy, Pam closed her eyes and was immediately transported to a fabulous yacht somewhere on blue coral seas. She was lying in the sun on the foredeck and behind her she could hear men talking. Her lover was there, and though she could never really put a face to him, she knew what the rest of him looked like.
Sleepily, she felt the boat rocking gently beneath her as the men's conversation turned to her – and here she always experienced a momentary flutter of panic in her stomach as she realized what they were talking about. Then her lover joined her, kneeled down beside her, and as he stroked her golden head in the sunshine, he whispered, "If you love me, you'll do as I ask you, Pam…" and as always, she rolled to her back, extended her arms, then kissed him fully and agreed to anything that would make him happy.
Then he helped her to her feet and she was led to the main cabin where five other men – business associates of her lover – waited. Apprehension soon turned to excitement as Pam felt the leather collar slipped about her slender neck. She was hooked then to a ring that was attached to the ship's mast where it seemed to grow through the deck of the ship, out through the roof of the cabin to hold the ship's sails.
She could see the heavy grain of the wood and its touch was cool to her cheek as she felt a blindfold slipped about her face. Then, very slowly, someone slipped the knot of her bikini top and as she felt her breasts fall free of the restricting material she heard the men gasp at her beauty.
Slowly, a pair of hands edged down her naked back to peel the narrow strip of cloth from her body until she stood vibrant and naked before the eyes of six men. She felt herself turned then and as the cool wood of the mast was pressed against her back. A man spread her legs gently and she felt his rough cheeks push between her thighs. Then there was a mouth on hers, and two more on her tits… sucking, laying and sending electric chills through her entire body.
In her hands, she held hot, throbbing pricks, and she could feel other hands as they explored her defenseless body… a mouth at her asshole as her hips were pulled away from the mast and the tight collar tugged at her slender throat. Hands, pricks, mouths… all over her body.
Then the mouth on her pussy was gone and it was replaced by a stiff prick… shoving deeply inside her as she cried out in pleasure, and the mouth at her asshole was gone – to be replaced by another prick… and as she erupted in a gigantic orgasm, the pricks in her hands erupted too, and she could feel the hot semen as it filled her palms and splashed against her legs to run down her silken thighs. Inside her, the two pricks erupted simultaneously, and she was carried to a sensual height that could only be accomplished by the use of so many spurting pricks… all directed toward her.
In her heavenly anguish, Pam cried out loudly as her fingers slipped in and out of her cunt and she arched her back out of the water, her other hand squeezing first one tit and then the other as the reality of orgasm brought her out of her fantasy.
She lay there sobbing heavily as the hot water closed over her trembling body again and she shook her head to clear her thoughts. Ashamedly then, she reached for the sponge and soap and resumed her bath, not thinking of what she had just done to herself, concentrating only on the fact that she had a seven p.m. appointment and that the person, A. Donovan, would be expecting her.
Fortifying herself with one more drink as she dressed to go out, she realized she had not eaten a single bite all day. But she dismissed it – she had been on a low-calorie diet for the past two weeks, for her thighs had seemed a little thick and she had noticed her skirts were beginning to fit a little snugly. She decided to stop for a salad following her last appointment and she drained her glass to survey herself in the vanity mirror.