“Just relax,” he said. “Just relax.”
He was in her. She felt his balls resting against her as he impaled her upon his cock. She couldn’t move without causing herself pain.
“Now I’m going to do it really gently,” he said. “Just bang on for the ride.”
He waited a few minutes until some of the soreness was gone and then he began to gently pull his prick out. He drew it out part way and then pushed it back into her ass again.
After a few minutes of this it didn’t seem so unpleasant. Then his hands caressed her pussy, one finger slipping inside her cunt to massage her clit, and she began to actually enjoy it.
“Ummmmm,” she said. “Ummm, it does feel nicer now. Do that with your fingers. Oh, it does feel nice!”
She could feel him in her bowels as he drove into her and she knew she was going to be sore as hell the next morning, but somehow all that didn’t matter. What did matter was that his thick shaft in her ass and his massaging fingers had started to make her juicy again.
“Shit,” she moaned. “I like it! I rally do like it! Oh, you do know how to make a girl happy!”
“Oh Jesus,” he said. “You’re so tight and sweet. I love your ass!”
His strokes were becoming more rapid and she could sense that he wasn’t going to last for long. She allowed herself to relax and the juices started to flow in her pussy. Her titties were growing hard again.
“Jesus,” he moaned. “Jesus, I’m going to come. I’m going to shoot my cum in your ass!”
“Oh yes,” she moaned. “We’ll come together. I can feel you growing. Oh, I know you’re coming now. I can feel your hot cum going into me. Oh shit, I can feel it! Oh fuck, it feels so gooooodddddd!”
They collapsed together on the bed after his prick had drained away into her ass and she had flooded his fingers with her hot juices.
“Oh God,” she moaned. “That was fine. That was really fine!”
Tracy lost all track of time in the weeks that followed. She only knew that she enjoyed every minute and it didn’t matter if she was with Joe, Louise or Bobby. All of them were capable sex teachers and she was more than willing to learn.
She didn’t know what day it was when Joe Douglas called her to his room. Brad came for her and he looked somewhat sad. He awakened her from a deep sleep.
“What’s the matter?” she asked as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and looked at the clock.
She had gotten used to getting up around nine and it was barely past five.
“What’s wrong?” she asked again.
“Mr. Douglas wants to see you,” Brad said.
At first she was excited. Joe wanting to see her could only mean that he was horny and be wanted her. She got up and dressed in a pullover robe. She giggled as she thought that she certainly wasn’t giving Joe very much to take off. He would like it better that way.
Then she noticed that Brad was wearing a sad expression, as if he didn’t like his task. He looked a little nervous also.
“What’s the matter, Brad?” she asked.
“Nothing,” he said.
He was sad about something but she couldn’t get him to tell her what. She finally quit asking and followed him out of the room in silence. She noticed that Louise’s door was open as she passed the girl’s room.
“Wait, Brad,” she said.
She looked inside Louise’s room and found it empty. The bed was freshly made and didn’t look slept in. She turned a curious expression on Brad.
“Where’s Louise?” she asked.
“Gone,” was all Brad would say.
Brad’s nervousness and sadness caused Tracy to feel a little nervous. She wondered where Louise had gone, and she wondered what was going on. It wasn’t Brad’s way to be sad or apprehensive.
Brad knocked on Mr. Douglas’ door and Joe called for them to come in. Joe was dressed. He stood near his bedroom bar with a drink in his hand.
“Punctual,” he said. “I like that. You may leave, Brad?”
Brad nodded and stepped back out of the room. Tracy felt the wind as he shut the door. There was something very wrong. Even Joe Douglas wore a sad expression.
“Joe,” she said. “Where’s Louise?”
“I sent her away,” Joe said. “She’s gone to work for me in one of my lounges.”
“In one of your lounges?”
She didn’t understand. She remembered what Louise had told her about Joe Douglas’ lounges. The places were fancy cocktail bars with rooms upstairs for the hostess and her gentleman. They were little more than fancy whorehouses.
Tracy told herself that Louise would never go to work in a place like that but she knew that it was true. Joe had sent her away to work in a whorehouse.
“But how could you do that?” Tracy asked. “I thought you liked her. I thought that she meant something to you. I thought that she had been forgiven for her mistake.”
“She was,” Joe said.
“Then why?” Tracy asked. “Why did you make her go there? Why?”
She knew she shouldn’t be talking to him like this. She had actually raised her voice, a thing that would have brought punishment in the past.
But she was concerned about Louise. She had grown close to her in the weeks they’d been together. It seemed so unfair that Louise should be made to work in a whorehouse.
Tracy was having mental pictures of poor Louise taking the men up to her room. Of little Louise having to fuck men for money and doing and taking all sorts of punishment so that Joe could get richer.
It did seem so unfair.
“Why did you force her to go there?” Tracy asked again.
“I didn’t force her,” Joe said. “It was where she wanted to go.”
“I can’t believe that,” Tracy said.
Joe shrugged. “It’s true. She wanted to go there. I gave her a choice of going to work there or going to work in one of my factories. Or of simply leaving. She had earned it. She wanted that kind of work.”
“I can’t believe,” Tracy said, stunned. “I just can’t. Why would she want to do that?”
“Tracy,” he said sadly. “I bring a lot of women here. I teach them how to be women. I teach them how to love a man. Most of them are able to handle it, and now and then a girl panics when I send her away. She had been happy here doing what I want. She wanted a place where she would still be making men happy. Lots of men.”
Tracy finally understood. She saw that Joe was unhappy about Louise choosing the whorehouse. He had been fond of Louise.
“I think I understand,” Tracy said.
“Good,” he smiled. “Now it’s time for you to make your choice.”
“My choice?”
“Yes,” he said. “You see, Tracy, I am also sending you away.”
“Oh no,” she said.
She felt panic clutch at her. Now she knew what Louise had been feeling. She had been very satisfied being here. She would have spent the rest of her life obeying the whims of Joe Douglas. It had made her feel complete as a woman.
Now he was sending her away and she didn’t know if she wanted the outside life. She didn’t know if she could handle the world outside this house.
“I don’t want to go,” she said.
“Of course you don’t,” he smiled. “Very few women do. But you see, I’m getting older and I need excitement to keep stimulating me. When a girl makes me tired then I have to do something about that. I’m afraid that you and Louise were slowly becoming less exciting.”
“I can’t leave,” Tracy said.
“You must, Tracy,” he said. “I’m afraid you have to leave. All of the girls leave sooner or later.”
Tracy felt the color drain from her fate. Her knees felt weak. She sank down to the floor and sat there in a tumbled heap as if all the strength had suddenly been drained from her. She remembered how hard she had tried to escape at first. How stupid she had been. This house was her whole life.
“Would you like a drink?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said. “I would.”
He mixed her something and brought it to her. It was very strong. She could feel the alcohol warming her insides and making her feel better.