Well, one more time to get in the crowded elevator like a silly goose and get peopled, Sally Sue told herself as with a bright smile she approached two young men at the bar. To their right was an older man with the look of a lecher, and she knew he would be a problem, but her life was filled with those. If he got really out of line, she could hit the bleep button while the bouncer did his thing, but Sally Sue was aware she had to put up with some indignities in this type of work. The sponsor would not be at all happy to have the sounds of a customer being heaved out of Jacque’s Trap being broadcast live and direct. She could see no others along the bar or at booths who looked good for openers. From her studio Sally Sue had picked this pair because they seemed to be in a happy mood and obviously weren’t drunk. If she could spend a few minutes chatting with them and the talk went out on the lounge’s amplifiers, it would loosen up others and she’d have a shot at more interviews.
“Hi, how’d you like to be on the Sally Sue Show!” she said, squeezing between them, the mike turned on. “Real live radio! And where are you handsome guys from . . . if your wives don’t know you’re out, you can give somebody else’s names, you know?”
“I’d like to be on you!” the older man said in a blurred voice from several feet away.
Sally Sue Bennett had heard the line many times before, and instinctively hit the bleep button just before the You, and with a professional smile pulled a chuckle retort from her bank as she said, “Well, hi! You look just like Cesar Romero, but a lot younger. I have another half hour to do this show . . . and I guess we’re both here for the same thing, really. Aren’t we?”
“You bet, baby,” the older man said eagerly, hardly believing that this tall, raven-haired girl disc jockey would go for him . . . but he wasn’t so old, and in bed with her he could fuck off five pounds a night! And to think he could pull her from two young, handsome studs! Well, there were some who liked older men. “We want the same thing!”
“Great!” Sally Sue said, laughing. “We’ll go out to some other joint and pick up a couple of chicks!"
The lounge exploded in laughter as she slipped away from the middle-aged man and went back to talk with the two younger men. Sally Sue didn’t like to put anyone down, but he’d asked for it.
She found them, as she’d hoped, to be good material. The one to her left, as she moved the traveling mike bounced jokes back at her and seemed to have fine vibes. As he spoke and looked directly into her almost violet eyes, he was writing on the back of a business card which he finally put into her hand without a flicker of an eyelid. Sally Sue read the eyes and knew the young, handsome man wanted her.
Men always wanted her. This one was attractive and she felt a restless stirring in her love-starved loins. It had been so long since she’d had the pure pleasure of a thick rigid penis throbbing up inside her cunt. Wildly she thought that if this one just got up and took her by the hand and led her, she would go to bed with him, open her sleek legs and take him up between her trembling thighs eagerly, and rejoice in the feeling of his warm cockhead slowly sliding deep into her belly, making her sensitive vaginal flesh ripple ahead of it, tickling thousands of nerves with every wonderful stroke. Just the thought of it made her glands begin to work, and in seconds the lips of her wetly pulsating vagina were filling with urgent blood, flexing in eagerness. Sally Sue clenched her thighs tight and tried not to think how it would feel if he reached out and rubbed his outstretched middle finger over her pussy and teased her clitoris. She had been so long without a man that she was sure just a touch would make her orgasm.
She had an incredible obscene urge to thrust out her vaginal mound toward him in invitation.
And at the same time she had to keep up talking, because dead air is murder. She would just have to control her own urges.
But Sally Sue, even as she rapped out the yak-yak, was reading what the man had written on his business card, the front of which said his name was Harold Boothby and that he was a sales rep for a major auto supply firm.
“Back in 2 weeks. Dinner, drinks and whatever?”
Sally Sue found herself nodding acceptance, even knowing what the “whatever” meant. She wished, even as she kept up her mike chatter, that she could level with the guy, tell him she would not go to bed with him because she was afraid of being hurt again, even though she yearned so much for a man. Well, she rationalized, if he does show up, I can tell him then how I am before he spends any money on me . . . all hung up!
Why do men have to be so cruel?
Why had Bob, who was so good in the beginning, dumped her and run off with a fat old bag? Well, the “fat old bag” happened to have millions of dollars, and Bob had never liked working for a living anyway. Through their brief marriage, it was Sally Sue who paid the bills while tall handsome Bob demanded the best steak and artichoke hearts and whatever else was outrageously expensive, talking of the big deals he would make.
Well, he’d made one big deal with a fat old bag, and that was over and done with, Sally Sue was almost happy to support her private zoo rather than her ex-husband. She had a successful radio show, made occasional appearances on television, and these days didn’t know what a bill collector looked like.
But the experience had shattered the lovely, long-legged girl with blue-black hair and pouting mouth that was made for love. Desperately she sought a job to kill time and the eroding loneliness. An orphan, she had been raised in the strict confines of a convent school on charity. Morals had been drilled into her head virtually from birth, and she had never given her body to anyone but the husband who had deserted her.
He’d stayed with her just long enough to show her how much pleasure a man’s long hard penis could give, and then gone away. Sometimes Sally Sue cried and wondered if she should blame herself.
If she had given more of herself, would Bob have stayed?
But she surely couldn’t have given more than her urgently clutching tight young cunt. She was so small there that with all his masculine strength it took him four or five minutes to penetrate the warm moist depths of her body, even though, gasping and whipping around on the bed and thrusting her softly furred mound up to him, she tried to help his thick rampant spear to pierce her tender flesh. She could feel the huge bulbous head of his hotly throbbing cock pushing her tight cuntal canal ahead of’ it, rippling, almost splitting her apart, forcing her resisting pussy flesh open until finally he was buried up inside her belly and his heavy, sperm-laden balls were grinding into her upraised ass-cheeks. Sally Sue wanted to please him, and she held him close, feeling the pulsing ramrod of his cock flexing inside her. It was incredibly good when he would hold still for a few minutes and let her painfully strained cunt relax before he started slowly fucking in and out of her warmly welcoming pussy.
But nine times out of ten, Bob penetrated her without any gentleness or preparation.
The first time had been horrible, a dream destroyed!
Sally Sue had known what a penis was. She had seen pictures of them in books, and she had felt Bob’s rubbing against the soft swelling of her belly and her pubic mound when they became aroused on dates. But she’d never seen one or touched one before her wedding day. The good sisters at the convent had done a fine job of convincing her that was a no-no, and at the same time had stirred her imagination until the young girl longed to find out just what it felt like to have one throbbing up inside her seeping pussy. Some of her friends in the orphanage had devised escape routes, which they would use to meet boyfriends, and later came back to whisper in her ear just what the boys had done, and how groovy it was.