Usually, by the time she came back upstairs, her thighs would be quivering and her cunt palpitating. Sometimes after a shooting session, her pussy would be aching with such desire and need, she would have to bring herself off at least two or three times before she could get herself together enough to finish dressing. When she was that wired, her favorite way to relieve herself was to jerk off with her electric toothbrush. Since the electric toothbrush used direct current, it was much stronger than a vibrator, as well as much more satisfying. She would place the back of the miniature toothbrush against her clit. Sometimes she would turn the brush sideways so that the bristles of the toothbrush massaged her cunt-lips at the same time the plastic part of the brush vibrated her clit. During those times, she would often imagine herself lying on her back with a voluptuous and earthy woman squatting over her face. It was very important for the woman to be facing her. Then she could play with her tits and watch the expressions on her face. She would experience deep and long orgasms, and at the very height of her climax she would imagine the woman (whose cunt she was eating) in the throes of her own climax, slowly rotating her hips, grinding her pussy hard and slow on Stephanie's mouth, filling it with sweet pungent cunt-juice.
When she finished, she would remove her panties, which by this time would be drenched with the juices from her own flowing cunt. Stephanie wore the sexiest, briefest panties she could buy. She would put the stained panties in her purse, and later, at the party, she would take them out and pass them around, turning everybody on with the provocative and musky odor of her steaming cunt! Quite often that would be the only incentive needed to start the festivities.
She opened the glove compartment and took out a box of ammunition,.38 S amp;W Specials, very accurate cartridges, indeed. Tonight of all nights, accuracy was the prime priority. She did not want to miss. For the first time in her life she would be pumping bullets into a living, breathing target. Her heart pounded with excitement. She remembered going to her gun cabinet earlier in the evening and carefully choosing the right handgun. She selected a Smith amp; Wesson Centennial Airweight. Revolver..38 calibre. Hammerless, so it wouldn't catch in clothing. Overall length of six and one-half inches, including the five-inch barrel. With standard loading, it had a muzzle velocity of eight hundred and sixty feet per second, and muzzle energy of two hundred sixty foot-pounds. To keep the weight down, the cylinder held only five cartridges. But only one cartridge was necessary. From Stephanie's point of view the other four rounds were simply extras.
As she loaded the cartridge chamber, she found herself anticipating the sweet taste of revenge. With an expert snap of her wrist, she nipped the cartridge chamber back into place. Considering the events o the past few weeks, she had more than one good reason to pay Pasha back. Yes… perhaps she would use all five cartridges. After all, he deserved all the "extras" he could get!
She opened her purse, placed the weapon inside; then with shaking hands, she took out a large gold key. She glanced up at the mansion. Even in this drenching downpour she could see a rosy, reddish glow emanating from the upstairs window of Pasha's bedroom suite.
She opened the car door and stepped out into the driveway, completely indifferent to the rainstorm. Rivulets of water streamed down her face, merging into her tears. She glanced down at the key in her hand. The three-inch key was sculptured in the shape of a cock and balls. Pasha proudly referred to it as his "Golden Hard-on!" Stephanie thought of it as simply one more reflection of his sick humor. But Pasha had great fun passing out this unusual key to his friends. The key was solid gold, and when he gave one to a male friend, he would tease him with, "Yours may be bigger, but mine is worth more!" He would gleefully inform the women that if they masturbated with his "Golden Hard-on," they would achieve orgasms of incredible intensity and feelings of physical pleasure that would be beyond the furthest stretch of their imagination!
This got him fucked, more times than not, because along with the key, Pasha offered satisfaction guaranteed. Many times Pasha was required to make good his "persona!" guarantee! Pasha considered himself to be the best fuck in the world. "After all," he would say, "someone has to be… and it might as well be me. My entire adult life has been devoted to the pursuit of sexual excellence!"
Stephanie had seen Pasha holding court many times, his constant and beautiful, but expressionless, companion standing next to him. Her real name was Maria, but he called her Mother Night because she hated the daylight, and her pussy-according to Pasha-was infinitely deep and capable of fucking all the pricks in the world. He said that when you fucked her, you felt warm and secure and as sheltered as the world wrapped in a blanket of night.
Stephanie remembered vividly the first night she met Pasha. He was at the pinnacle of success in the lucrative flesh market, and was considered to be the Prince of Pornography. He set himself apart from his competitors and his business associates by seeing to it that his products and services were of the highest quality and perfection. He had center stage and was loving every moment of it. His audience was fascinated and hung on his every word.
"No, Serena, that's not the idea at all. I'm afraid-to use a phrase that's dear to us all-you're not plugged in. What you're speaking of is commonplace. What I have in mind is unique… let me explain it in my own way."
He paused to consider the proper choice of words…
"What I have in mind is much more than a world of fucking and sucking. Oh, there'll be plenty of that to be sure. But what I'm talking about, my friends, is a Pleasure Palace, mind you! Visualize, if you will, an erotic resort on a small, enchanted island… my island. There I will create the final Sensory Experience! It will be a projection of my own magnificent libido." He smiled, letting the effects of his words sink into the minds of his audience. They were fascinated, hanging on his every word. He circled around Mother Night, occasionally caressing her, but directing his words to his listeners. His caresses were unconscious actions, without thought or purpose.
"It will be the ultimate head trip, a multitude of sensory delights, designed for the pursuit of physical pleasure…!"
Clad in clinging silk, Mother Night responded to Pasha's caresses. Her long, lithe body undulated to the rhythm of his effortless gliding hands. Her large succulent nipples popped out, straining against the thin silk material of her gown, as his hands brushed underneath her full, round breast. The muscles of tight sensuous buttocks rippled as she slowly rotated her hips.
"Think of it as kaleidoscope of physical sensations… with one purpose only… total sexual fulfillment! Three dimensional erotica! Women of every shade and color! And bronzed-skinned young boys, their cocks oiled and well-hung… and heavy with sperm!"
Pasha paused to observe the effects of his words on his audience. It was no surprise to him that they were growing hotter and hornier by the minute. The women were grabbing at their vaginas and rubbing their breasts. Some of the men had unzipped their pants, while others had their hands up under their girls' dresses, slipping their probing fingers into juicy cunts. Stephanie felt her own cunt twitching as she watched Mother Night's responses to Pasha's experienced hands. That was a long time ago. Revenge was all that mattered now!
With tears streaming down her face, she entered the side gate. The golden cock was a special pass-key which could unlock all the doors in Pasha's mansion.