Sid lay down on his belly, concealing his pitifully little prick. His ass was small, white, and skinny. In the shadowed crease of his buttocks she could see fine dark hairs.
"Lick my ass," he said.
Brenda reddened. Surely she hadn't heard him right! Then, in a sickening flash, she knew she had. It was just the kind of thing a guy like Sid would want. The idea thoroughly repulsed her, but she had to do it if she wanted to keep her new job.
Shuddering, she crawled over to him and gently pulled his legs farther apart. She eyed the brown wrinkle of his asshole. She felt a wave of nausea as she bent low over him and stuck out her tongue.
She pressed her little pink tonguetip to the pungent bumpy mouth of his anus. Fighting back her disgust, she began to run her wet tongue swiftly around and around the clenched hole.
"No, no," Sid said impatiently, "I mean, put your tongue up there. Lick inside my ass."
Oh, God, no! thought Brenda.
She almost puked when she wriggled the wet little tip of her tongue inside his tight hot anal mouth. Sid sighed deeply and relaxed his sphincter muscle, allowing her to push her tongue in even farther. She did it slowly, hesitantly.
"Deeper!" he said. "Get it all the way IN! I want you to lick my ass good, baby, clean it out."
Brenda obeyed, thrusting her slim wet tongue into his pungent bumhole all the way to the root. He was tight and hot inside, his taste overwhelming. It was all she could do to obey him, probing and licking deep in his rectum.
"Yeah, that's great," Sid said, moaning softly. "Eat me, baby. Get it all. Eat my shit."
Brenda shuddered. This man was sick. Oh, Hal, she thought, why did I come back here? I need you…
As she completed the disgusting task of licking deep in Sid's pulsing bumhole, she decided she'd been too hard on Hal. He was only human. Like her, he could make awful mistakes. She'd been unfaithful to him first, after all.
If she could just get through this evening, she'd go back to Hal, beg his forgiveness, be a good wife…
"Yeah, yeah," Sid said, panting, "do it faster now… Fuck me with your tongue…"
Brenda began thrusting her slick little tongue swiftly in and out of his burning tight asshole. Sid squealed with pleasure. It went on and on, till her tongue ached, and she wondered how much longer she could stand it.
"Okay, hold still," he gasped, suddenly jerking away from her and sitting up.
His little cock was rock-hard and rosy, thick bright juice bubbling from the swollen tip. As Brenda stared at it, he gave it a few quick pumps with his fist, and his thick white cum came squirting out, all over her face and hair.
He'd done it on purpose, shot his load into her face! He was grinning evilly as he came.
Brenda sat there, stunned and open-mouthed, feeling the slimy jism trickling into her mouth. Sid rolled off the bed and dressed quickly. She was so disgusted with what he'd done, she couldn't even speak. He grinned at her as he tied his tie, then reached into his pocket and tossed something onto the bed beside her.
"You're good, baby," he said, "real good. I'll be back for more."
He left, and Brenda picked up the thing he'd tossed at her. It was a wad of bills. It totaled one hundred and fifty dollars.
She burst into tears of shame. Now she knew how much to charge a man for fucking her in the asshole and cumming in her face. She bad a wonderful new career, all right…
Hal's face was drenched with Debby's hot sticky cunt cream. He'd licked the little girl into a frenzy of horny delight, tonguing and sucking her hot little clit till she creamed rivers and writhed with dizzy pleasure.
"Oh, Hal," she gasped, "that's enough… I'm gonna pass out… Please, Hal, fuck me now. I want it…"
Hal wished he could oblige, but his cock was limp. He was still very upset about Brenda, preoccupied with thoughts of her. He started to tell this to Debby, but the impatient teenager was on her knees beside him, tugging at his clothes.
Oh, well, let her find out for herself. He allowed her to pull off his shirt and pants and shorts. She glanced into his lap and then flashed him a look of surprise and dismay.
"Hal," she said wonderingly, "your cock's not hard."
"Sorry about that," he said lamely.
Debby pondered the situation. She was wild to be fucked, after the delicious pussy eating he'd given her, but they weren't going to do any balling when his cock was like a little wrinkled worm. She'd have to get him hard somehow.
"Lie down," she said briskly, "on your back."
He obeyed. She was welcome to try getting him up, but he doubted she would be successful. He was too depressed about Brenda. He couldn't keep from thinking of his beautiful wife putting out for some other man, some rich creep who would pay big money to use her body. It angered and sickened him.
Debby, unaware of his thoughts, knelt beside him and bent low over his lap. She picked up his limp pale prick and curled her tiny fist around it, pumping gently. There was no response at all, not a throb of life. Debby sighed. She'd have to try something more effective.
She bent lower and fed the doughy warm prick into her mouth. She knew how much Hal enjoyed having his cock sucked. Maybe this would do the job. She sucked it all the way in, pressing it close between tongue and palate, teasing it with her tongue. She began to suck, enjoying the fat little cock in her mouth.
"Nice, honey," Hal said gently.
He felt he had to praise her, she was working so hard to arouse and please him. He lay back with his arms tucked behind his head, letting the cute little teenager do the work. Her tiny mouth seemed hugely stretched by his thick flaccid dick, but she sucked swiftly and greedily.
Hal watched her, thinking how really lucky he was. Most men only dreamed of I having a pretty thirteen-year-old girl suck their dicks. In fact he'd dreamed of it himself for years. Now that it was happening, though, he did not feel hotly excited. Debby's warm wet mouth felt very pleasant on his cock, of course, but he wasn't going out of his mind for her like he had a few days ago…
Suddenly it struck him – he was cured. He was cured of that sick lust for little girls. The crisis with Brenda must have done it. He wanted his wife, the woman he loved, more than anything else. She was more important to him than all his horny fantasies or all the teenage cunts he'd ever have.
Too bad he'd been cured so late in the game. If it had happened yesterday, Brenda might still love him.
Poor little Debby sucked and sucked on his limp meat, but she wasn't getting anywhere…
Brenda went down to the women's lounge and changed into her street clothes. She took the new costume and crumpled it into a ball and carried it to Denton's office. He was lounging behind his desk, giving her that knowing leer. She threw the costume in his face.
"I don't want your lousy job," she said. "You didn't tell me I'd have to deal with a bunch of sickies."
Denton sneered. "You couldn't take it, huh?" he said. "You're no trooper, baby."
"I don't care," said Brenda. "I have a wonderful husband at home, and that's where I'm going to stay."
Denton laughed harshly. "Don't count on it, doll," he said. "You've got hot pants. One man ain't enough. You'll be back."
"Up yours, creep," said Brenda.
She marched out of the Red Dragon for the last time. Her only thought was to get home to Hal, talk to him, somehow make up their quarrel. He was the only man she cared about. Somehow she had to save their marriage, bring the love back into it.