She began to grind her hips back against him, rotating her ass up against his pelvis as hard as she could. Crunch was beaming as he looked down at her writhing hips, which were bringing him close to climax. He studied her asshole as it clung to his plunging cock on the backstroke.
"She is truly a beautiful fuck," he managed to gasp at Madame Noon, who stood by watching the ass fucking with glee.
"Oh, my God," Patty sighed. "I think I'm going to come… I think your cock in my ass is gonna get mc off! Fuck! FUCK MY ASSHOLE HARDER!"
She bore down on him as hard as she could, damping her perspiring buttocks lightly together and tensing every muscle in her naked body.
He fucked into her squeezing rectum even harder. There was no way to keep the pressure from building up in his balls. He knew he would be coming soon and he decided to make the best of it.
She gasped. She could feel his fucking cock expanding within her. It stretched the sensitive interior walls of her rectum. But somehow she managed to keep the heat on his prick, and she fucked her asscheeks back at him.
"Fuck my asshole, baby," she urged as though her life depended on it. "Give me an asshole fuck that'll make me blow! Hurry… hurry!" Instinctively, she reached back and grabbed hold of Crunch's sac with her strong fingers. With her free hand, she began to strum on her clit.
Crunch lunged forward with all his strength. The massive rod became encased within the confines of her rectal tube. Then, bracing himself against her taut ass, he pulled his cock part way out again. He continued this in-and-out movement, and with every stroke he increased the tempo.
"That's it!" Patty called out encouragingly. "Bugger my ass good! Bugger my asshole like it's never been fucked before!"
The tight grip of the rectal walls created a heated friction which quickly trigged a number of responses within Crunch's body. The temperature of his body rose dramatically and reached an explosive level. This increased body heat brought the seminal fluids to a boil. Once they started to boil, they were flung out of his balls and into the base of his cockshaft. And, once in the shaft, there was nothing to stop the flow of raging, boiling cock cream. The meat of the shaft expanded even further during this push toward release.
Patty could feel all this taking place in the lunging cock that was so deeply imbedded within her rear hole. Lust cycloned up through her throat. Her cunt was exploding.
"I'm coming… oh, shit yes, how sweet it is!" Patty screamed. "I'm going to come… come like a dam bursting all over your ass-fucking cock!"
Then it was the giant's turn. He could hold back no longer. She heard his muffled gasp behind her as his massive, throbbing cock burst like a dam. He emptied his sperm-filled balls deep in her tortured bowels.
She thought he was never going to stop coming, as wave after wave of his hot, gushing fluid shot out of his wildly jerking cockhead into the depths of her ass. It overflowed around his shooting prick and spewed back out around the edges of her tightly clamped anus.
She collapsed as he pumped the last of his heated cum into her battered rectum.
Then Patty felt his massive cock slipping her asshole as she let herself relax and her ease into slumber.
When she awoke, she found herself in a luxurious tub of bubble bath. Her body was sore, but totally relaxed and happy.
"Ahh, good… you're awake."
Patty looked up. Madame Noon was standing by the tub staring down at her. Patty smiled. Suddenly she felt very confident. "Well?"
"You were fine. You have passed the first part of the test with flying colors."
"The first part?" Patty said. "What's the second part?"
"Me," the woman smiled, and shrugged the robe from her shoulders. "All of our customers are not men."
"You are indeed wonderful, my dear," the Madame purred, smiling up at the girl from between her spread thighs. "Both men and women will love you, and will pay well for you. And you will see, you will become even a better lover for your husband."
"I've gotten more fucking… good fucking… this week than I've had in the last year," Patty laughed. "And I don't want to stop now. Where and when is my first job.?"
"Call me in three days. His name is Harper. He is a little strange, but he's a good lover… and he pays very well."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Patty was shaking like a leaf when the taxi left her in front of a huge stone mansion, surrounded by a high wall and dense woods. The old house looked almost haunted and not a little forbidding as she mounted the stone steps and used an old-fashioned brass door knocker.
She nervously fidgeted with her hair and smoothed the tight blouse and skirt she wore as she waited. The clothing had been carefully chosen at Madame Noon's insistence; conservative, but tight enough to reveal all the lines of her voluptuous body.
The door was opened by a tall, striking woman dressed in a tight, black sheath dress and high heels. Her body was svelte, and her tits thrust out like two huge globes. She had raven-black hair that was pulled back tightly in a knot, and a beautiful, commanding face with dark, heavily lashed eyes and full, scarlet lips. A huge pearl necklace adorned her throat.
"Yes?" She said in a low, melodious voice. "Can I help you?"
"I… I'm Patty. From Madame Noon's agency."
"Oh, yes. Come in. Harper is waiting for you."
The woman ushered Patty into a wood-paneled hallway dimly lit with Tiffany-shade lamps hanging from the high, vaulted ceiling. There were wide sliding doors, dosed, on either side of the hail, and a carpeted stairway that led to the floor above. At the end of the hallway, just behind the stain, was another door that Patty guessed must lead to a kitchen.
"You're new, aren't you?" the woman said.
"Uh… yes. This is my tint time."
"Good. Harper likes the new girls. He thinks he can shock them. But don't worry. My son is just another man, and it all comes down to plain fucking eventually."
"You… you're his mother?"
"Does that shock you, dear? Don't let it. I sometimes call Madame Noon's girls for myself, too. You're very lovely. Maybe I'll call for you sometime. Patty, wasn't it?"
"Yes."
"My name is Mona. Follow me, please."
She led the way upstairs to another hallway with several doors on either side.
"It's a big house," Patty commented.
"Yes." She stepped in front of a door at the very end of the hail. "Go right in. Harper will be with you in a moment."
As the door closed behind her, Patty found herself inside a huge, high-ceilinged room furnished in plush Victorian chairs and couches. The walls were wood-paneled, like the halls, and the room was softly lit with more Tiffany lamps. The strange colors and the twisting designs of' glass gave the room an eerie feeling. She noticed a low couch near one wall, upholstered in wine-red velvet.
A door opened behind her. She turned, and there he was.
Facing her was a tall man, dressed in a white shirt made of silk, tight black trousers and polished boots of black leather. His face was darkly handsome, with piercing eyes. His hair was jet black, like his mother's. His body was slender, but extremely well-built, and he had an air of calm strength about him. His appearance was so forceful that Patty found herself gasping slightly when she caught sight of him.
"Why are you afraid?" he asked in a low, smooth voice, noting her anxiety. His eyes seemed to burn into Patty's, as if he could fathom her most secret, hidden thoughts.
"I… I'm a little nervous, I guess," she said, blushing slightly.
"There's no need to be," he said softly, moving toward her with slow deliberation. "You're Patty."
"Y-yes," she replied.
"Sit down, won't you?" He pointed to a large armchair.
At his instructions, Patty sat in the chair as Harper pulled another chair dose to hers and sat in it, facing her. He leaned back, crossed his lap and let his hands rest languidly on the upholstered arms of the chair.