“Oh God,” she moaned as he fell away from her. “That was fine.”
She realized that Louise had been right. It was fine. The finest fuck she’d ever had. She turned over quickly and pressed herself against him. She felt like she was owned by him and she realized she liked the feeling.
She wanted to be owned by him. All her fight was gone. She was his to do with as he pleased.
She had to serve breakfast the next morning. Brad awakened her at six by pounding on the door. It seemed like she hadn’t gotten any sleep at all the night before. After Joe had finished with her he had sent her back to her room. She couldn’t have slept more than two hours before the morning came.
“Go away,” she said.
“Come on,” Brad said, pushing open the door. “Mr. Douglas wants you downstairs by six-thirty. It’s time for breakfast and be has some guests.”
She didn’t protest any longer. She forced herself to get up and she took a hot shower. She dressed in panties and bra and a skirt and blouse that had been placed in the bathroom for her.
Mr. Douglas, if he were the one who picked out the clothes, had very fine taste. Everything he had told her to wear was very expensive and yet simple.
The color and sizes were perfect.
She brushed her hair until it was shining and she hurried downstairs. Brad was in the kitchen.
“Mr. Douglas wants you to serve,” Brad said. “They’re on the patio.”
Joe and his two guests sat by a table near the pool. Tracy brought them omelets and coffee on a silver tray. The omelets smelled delicious and she found that she was hungry. She knew there was more in the kitchen and she started back, but Joe called her name.
“Come here, Tracy,” he said. She walked back to the table.
“This is Tracy,” Joe Douglas said. “She’s my new houseguest.”
The woman looked Tracy over critically but the man was obviously impressed. He licked his lips as he studied the outlines of Tracy’s body. Tracy blushed under his gaze, for he made her feel as if she were naked.
“She’s fantastic,” the man said. “You always have such fine taste in houseguests.”
“If you like bosomy types,” the woman shrugged.
“Shit, Marsha,” the man said. “You don’t like bosomy types because you have the smallest titties I’ve ever seen. Just two little buds.”
“Please, Jack,” the woman named Marsha said, and blushed. “You shouldn’t talk like that.”
“Shit,” Jack said again. “I’ll talk any way I like. You should never marry them, Joe. After a while they start to nag. Even a woman with little titties. You’d think she’d be thankful.”
Marsha turned a fierce red and jumped up from the table. For a moment Tracy thought that Marsha was going to strike her husband. But she seemed to gain control of herself.
“Sit down, Marsha,” Jack said. “I’ll talk about you any time I want.”
“Well I don’t have to listen,” Marsha said. “I’m leaving.”
“You’re sitting down,” Jack said. “You’re sitting down right now.”
“Screw you,” Marsha said.
Tracy had to jump back as Jack came out of his chair in a thunderous rage. He knocked his wife on her ass. Then he picked her up and flung her head first into the pool. He walked to the side of the pool and grasped her by the hair. He jerked her head up and then pushed her under the water again.
Tracy saw Marsha struggling as she tried to get up for air. Tracy almost said something but she saw the look in Joe’s eyes that said not to interfere. She remained silent but it was hard.
Marsha had almost ceased to struggle before he allowed her to come up for air. He gave her a few gulps and then he pushed her head under again. She thrashed about for a few seconds and then she quit struggling.
He allowed her head to come up again.
“Please stop, Jack,” she sputtered. “Please stop.”
He pulled her out of the pool by her hair. She was bleeding from a place on her lips where he’d struck her. Jack knelt down beside her and took her blouse and ripped it apart. He then took her bra and ripped it away.
Marsha did have very small titties. He grabbed her by the hair again and lifted her to her feet.
“Now go sit down,” he said.
Marsha was like a zombie as she walked back to the table. Her long brown hair was stringy wet and she made no move to cover up her small titties.
“See,” Jack said. “I told you she had no titties.”
“She is small,” Joe agreed. “But often a woman will compensate for smallness in other ways.”
“She does at that,” Jack said, licking his lips. “She gives the best blowjobs I’ve ever had.”
“I doubt that,” Joe said. “Tracy here sucks a good cock.”
Tracy couldn’t help but be shocked at the way they were talking. She saw Marsha wince under the impact of his words.
“Maybe you’d like to have a contest,” Jack said.
“What kind?” Joe asked.
“To see who’s the best cocksucker,” Jack said. “Tracy sucks mine and Marsha does yours.”
“Oh God no,” Marsha said as she realized what her husband was saying. Jack’s face turned angry again and Tracy was quickly at Marsha’s shoulder.
“Don’t fight,” Tracy whispered in her ear. “They’ll hurt you if you fight.”
Marsha nodded as she saw the kindness in Tracy’s face.
“What do we do?” Tracy asked.
“I think,” Joe said, “that you two should get on your knees under the table. The first one to bring her guy off is the winner of the contest. I think you will win it, Tracy.”
His eyes left Tracy little room for doubt. She was supposed to bring Jack off fast. Joe would feel pride at having a girl who was the best of the cocksuckers.
Jack reached over and caressed one of Marsha’s small nubs.
“You win,” he said.
Marsha looked at Tracy and Tracy could not help her sympathetic look. Yet Tracy had no intentions of losing. She was determined to make Jack come first. After all, Marsha was married to Jack and she had to live with him. Tracy was not married to Joe and she wanted to be away from him as quickly as possible.
The only way to do that was to do everything he told her.
“On your knees,” Joe said.
Tracy went under the table quickly. Jack spread his legs as she fumbled with his zipper. She got his zipper undone and she reached inside for his cock.
She found his huge cock bunched in his shorts.
She wrapped her fingers around his prick and pulled it from his shorts. She slipped her fingers farther into his shorts and also lifted out his balls. His heavy balls were filled with sperm.
She didn’t think it was going to be too hard to make him come quickly.
“You’ve got a real beauty,” she said. “A real nice big cock.”
“Well suck it up, baby,” he said with impatience.
She opened her mouth and put just the head of his cock into her mouth. She felt him tremble with excitement. It gave her a sense of power. It wasn’t like sucking Joe’s cock. Joe was always the one who called out how he wanted it to be done.
Here she could do what she liked with his cock, anything that would increase his excitement. She licked at his tiny hole and felt him jump.
“Jesus!” he cried. “What a tongue! What a fucking tongue!”
“You like that?” Joe questioned.
“Oh yeah,” Jack said. “Hey, Marsha, you’re wasting time. Get down on his cock. Just do it like you do mine, baby, and you’re sure to get a mouthful of cum.”
Marsha didn’t look as if she cared for the idea, but she followed Tracy’s example. She got on her knees under the table and took Joe’s cock out. She touched his limp prick with her lips.
“Get into the spirit, Marsha,” Jack said. “Enjoy sucking his cock.”
Marsha looked as if she’d eaten something that didn’t agree with her, but she once again put her open mouth to Joe’s cock. Tracy watched her mouth move as she slowly gobbled up more and more of Joe’s cock.