She tried to sound eager. "Why, Harold, I'd love to," she said.
He gave a deep sigh and lay back, ginning.
Lynn eyed his tiny limp prick. She shuddered at the thought of taking it into her mouth, sucking on it-but it was only fair. Shivering, she picked up the doughy pale little dick and brought it to her lips. Could she actually do such a wicked thing?
She had to. She didn't let herself think about it any longer. She slipped the soft warm cock between her lips and closed gently around it. It lay on her tongue like a sleepy worm. She began to suck.
"Ahhhhhh," Harold sighed. "Oh, yes, Lynn… That feels so nice."
Well, she'd been trying all evening to get his cock hard, and now she'd done it. Almost the moment his cock touched her wet hot tongue, Harold achieved a fierce erection. The tiny prick lurched sharply in her mouth, grew stiff as a board. She felt: the pointy tip jabbing the roof of her mouth. His cock-juice began to flow. To her relief, it tasted rather nice.
Lynn sucked strongly and swiftly on his rigid little dick. It was no chore. His rod was so small, she could get all of his swollen meat inside her mouth, and it didn't even stretch her lips. In fact it was kind of fun sucking Harold's fat little sausage. How she wished Bill would let her do this to him…
"Awwwwwwww," Harold bawled, "that's great, Lynn! Suck me, oh, suck me! Yes, harder!"
Lynn's glossy head bounced over Harold's crotch as she did her best to please him. Now that she'd started enjoying her work, it wasn't hard to obey. She filled her mouth with steamy saliva and let her sucking get lewdly slurpy and squishy, sensing that the obscene noise would excite him even more.
She was right. Harold squealed shrilly and began humping his bony hips, feeding his stiff little dick in and out of her mouth. His juice dribbled thickly onto her tongue, and she swallowed it with actual pleasure.
My God, if only she'd known years ago what fun it was to blow a man… She and Bill had missed out on so much. It was partly his fault, his silly belief that a good little wife shouldn't do such things. But it was her fault, too, for not working harder to change his mind.
But she didn't think about Bill very long. She was getting too excited. Cock-sucking was a sensual pleasure, a real turn-on. She got a kick out of exciting Harold into a humping, squealing frenzy. His homely horsy face was contorted in a lewd grin of lust.
"Ohhh, golly," he panted, "I'm gonna come, Lynn. Please, eat my cum.
She hadn't thought about that. Of course, if she kept his cock in her mouth, she was going to get a blast of jism. The thought revolted her-but before she could act, Harold was coming, his steamy sperm squirting right down her throat. She had to swallow it or choke.
And she found that she liked it. The whole evening, Harold eating her pussy, she sucking his dick-had been a huge turn-on.
Harold's shyness returned when he crawled off the table to get dressed. He bashfully pressed a ten-dollar tip into her hand and fled from the room. Lynn grinned after him.
Hell, this wasn't such a bad job after all. She awaited her next customer with real excitement…
CHAPTER SEVEN
Bill watched his wife getting ready for work. It seemed to him that she dressed awfully casually- just jeans and shirt and jacket. "Honey," he said, "you don't wear those things to wait on the customers, do you?"
Lynn laughed. "Of course not. I have a costume."
Bill frowned. "What sort of costume? It's not-well, indecent, is it?"
"Bill!" said Lynn. "What kind of place do you think I'm working for? Of course it's not indecent. I'm well covered."
She hated to lie to him like that, but she knew Bill would have a fit if he ever found out what she really did for a living. Still he seemed anxious. He hovered around her as she prepared for work.
"Would you like me to drive you to work, Lynn?" he asked.
"No, I'll take the other car," she said. "If you drove me, you'd have to pick me up at one o'clock in the morning, remember?"
What had gotten into the man? Why was he suddenly so concerned about her? Lynn went off to work wondering.
In fact Bill was not concerned about his wife. He was concerned about himself If he was left alone with Tina again, there was no telling what would happen. He couldn't seem to control himself around the girl.
Last night, much to his relief, Tina had gone to stay with a girl friend so they could study for exams. Tonight, though, she was home. Lynn was hardly out the door, in fact, before Tina ran up to him and hugged him. She rubbed herself suggestively against him. Instantly Bill felt the stirrings of lust.
"Oh, Dad," Tina cooed, "I'm so glad we're alone together. We can do anything we want now."
When Lynn got to work, Hazel was already there, having her usual illicit nip from the bar. "Ed wants to see you," she said.
Lynn sighed. "Oh, shit. I wonder what he wants this time? I hope he's not going to make another pass at me?"
Hazel laughed. "It comes with the job," she said. "You might as well face it. He ain't such a bad lay, either."
Lynn shivered. She didn't care how good he was; something about Green just turned her off. That dirty leer of his, those cold clammy hands… She prayed he just wanted to see her about business.
"You wanted to see me, Ed?" she said, entering the office.
"Yeah." Green got up from behind his desk and began strolling aimlessly around the little room. "I just wanted to tell you, I got a special party lined up for you tonight."
"What do you mean, 'special'?"
Green laughed. "Seems like Tony's been telling everybody about you. You even got a waiting list. Anyhow, these two guys want a double, so I fixed 'em up for tonight."
Still Lynn looked puzzled. "Double?" she asked.
Green sighed. "You sure don't know nothing about this business, do you? It means you do two guys at once. Of course you get paid extra."
Lynn stared at him: "Two at once? But I don't understand. How can I possibly massage two customers at the same time? There isn't even room on the table."
Green looked as if he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Jesus," he said, "do I gotta explain everything? You don't massage both of 'em at once, dummy-you get it on with both of them."
Lynn's face flamed. She'd done quite a few things on this job that she'd never done before, and she had to admit she'd enjoyed it. But always it had been with only one partner. The idea of taking on two men at once struck her as some kind of degenerate orgy.
"I couldn't do that," she said.
Green threw up his hands. "Oh, for chrissake!" he shouted. "What's the difference between one guy and two? You do the same stuff Don't be a fool. You'll get paid double for this."
Lynn shook her head. "I just couldn't," she said. "I don't believe in things like that. It isn't natural."
For a moment Green looked like he was going to hit her. He tossed his cigar in the waste basket and marched up to her, seizing her arm painfully hard.
"Look, Little Miss Muffet," he snarled, "stop this phony act. I get reports. I know what you've done. You've jacked off plenty of guys, you've flicked, you've given blow-jobs. Now don't tell me you got a bad conscience!"
Lynn hung her head. It was true. She'd done every kinky thing a paid whore would do, and she didn't feel bad about it. She'd had the time of her life. Still, there was something about Green s proposal that seemed very wrong to her.
"Please, Ed," she said, "don't make me do it. Put Hazel on that one. She's experienced. I don't think I could do any of that way-out stuff."
"Oh, yeah?" Green sneered. "You're too pure and decent and innocent, right?" He gripped her arm even harder, till she whimpered with pain. "Well, baby, I'll show you what I think of that bullshit."
He flung her backwards, onto the shabby couch against the wall of his office. Lynn landed on her back, the breath knocked from her. As she gasped for air, she saw Green starting to take off his clothes.