"We're gonna play it my way or not at all!" he grunted, now attempting to drag her along the floor.
"Then fuck off, honeyboy, 'cause I am the Queen-Bee in this hive!" Her tone sounded convincingly hostile to David, until he felt her fingers grappling at his jutting prong once more. Oooh hell! She wanted him, all right, but only on enemy territory, swearing, slugging and ball-kicking every prick-inch of the way.
He pulled away from her momentarily to finish unzipping himself. Then he stepped out of his pants, peeled off his briefs, and seized her in his arms again. "There now, baby… is this how you want me?"
"OooWHEE!.. you said a mouthful, baby! I want a ding-dong frappe and I want it here…!" With the agility of a cat, she knelt down and quickly slipped his fat pulsating cock into her mouth, sucking him ravenously, expertly. For a moment David swayed back and forth under this hot-tongued bombardment, suddenly realizing that they'd done everything together except this… and oooh good God, she was absolutely great at it… ummm!.. excellent, fantastic…! Then he glanced at his watch and saw there were only a few minutes left to scrape her out of here. Placing his hands about her hollowing cheeks, he pushed her head back and his round hard rod slipped from between her pretty lips with a loud kissing noise. His cock suddenly feeling cool and bereft, David mourned the devastating loss at once, but lowered his head to crush his lips down against hers, tasting his own skin-flavors as he lifted her up in his arms once more. He bolted towards the bedroom, mouth planted firmly on hers, her arms pinned helplessly to her side, her legs madly kicking… David gradually sensed that she was ready to give in and wanted to save some of this spitfire energy for the Big March. Taking heart, he sped quickly towards her bedroom and flung open the door. Just as he did this, he heard the faint sound of a key turning in the front door and realized that of course some of them would arrive a little early! To block out the sound, he dropped Valerie to her feet and placed his two hands over her ears, as if he wanted to hold her head quite still for another devouring kiss on the mouth. He guided her over the threshold in that position, kicking the bedroom door shut with his foot. Whew!.. At last he had her on friendly soil, and from here on in everything they did would be strictly show-business… larger-than-life sex, overdrawn and overacted to please their gluttonous fans…!
Releasing her, he gazed down at her face to determine if she'd heard anything. She hadn't. Her eyes were on his mouth and she pulled him down for another kiss. "You bastard!" she said. "If you only knew how you've changed in the past couple of months. Why, you're not even polite anymore. No, you've learned how to take what you want, 'cause now you're a freaky-boy flesh-addict who's been rolling in the gutter with a bunch of queers and broads and horny old farts… and baby, you're just like 'em now, aren't you?"
"They were all delicious," he admitted fearlessly. "But you're the cream!"
She started laughing crazily, a fast flare of hysteria building until her body rocked with it as she pulled away from him and zoomed towards the bed. "They were all delicious!" she mimicked his voice. "Tell me, Sir, do you really enjoy having sex with all your Johns, no matter how old or fat or fruity they are?"
Now he knew what she was getting at. He had once asked her such a question, but had since found it was quite possible for desire to breed desire, no matter which gender of need was plighting its troth at the moment, for if someone lit a fire there was bound to be heat.
"Tell me, David, do you like the fags as well as the girls?"
He grinned down at her unbridled viciousness. "Well… I wouldn't want my brother to marry one…" He moved towards the bed now, slipping out of his shirt and tie.
"But you sucked 'em all, honey-I saw ya!" Then, as if fearing she'd tipped all her scales, she quickly added: "I mean, I saw you doin' all that in some real hot dreams I had about you…"
Going along with this fast cover-up, he said: "That gets you hot too, does it, Val?… Watching guys have sex together, I mean…?"
"OhmyGod, I love it!" she said. "We gals can never get up inside a guy we're hot for the way those fellas can, so any time you hear of a Gay Gangbang goin' on, just point me to the right keyhole and let me peek! Drives me up the wall, my dear!.. especially if they're those real young butch double-life types, like you, David…"
By now David had discovered the hidden mikes she'd installed in her bedroom, and he hoped her speaker-system was loud enough in the living-room, since one of the guests would be giving her verbal performance, while another would be recording the historic event with a cunning movie-camera. David meant to hang on to this evidence in case Valerie planned more crucial relationships later. That way she'd never be able to implicate him in any scandal without letting it be known how she earned her living. But just in case something broke down in the living-room, David now reached casually under the bed, as he climbed into it, and nicked on the tape-recorder-the same gadget Valerie had used in making the tape she'd sent to old Wilbur…
… And now David was ready to touch her all right, the greedy, carnivorous little sow!.. oooh yeah, ready to chew her up and spit her out and forget she ever existed…!
TWENTY-ONE
When David was reasonably certain enough time had elapsed for his congregation to be comfortably seated in the living-room, he decided to show his little torture-teacher everything he'd learned while in her employ. For a few moments he lazily tarried over the girl's body, letting his fingers and lips probe and enrage all her spongy dips and apertures, wanting to whet her appetites along with those of their audience.
He pressed her knees upwards until they were crushed against her breasts, then buried his face between her thighs and lightly dabbed his hot tongue about the outer fringes of her vagina. Valerie squirmed and licked her lips, pitching her bottom madly upwards, but David refused to dig his tongue fully inside where she needed it, his lips a mere promise of the deep-seated succulence they could bestow.
He rose up and knelt above her, holding himself very still. He stared down at her face, gloating over the seething fury he saw in her eyes, the angry sensuous pout of her lips, the tumbling fat breasts and quivery thighs. He'd lit all her liquid fires and could now do anything he pleased with her. God, how he envied that gaping assemblage out in the living-room, wishing there were some way he could watch himself from the other side of that mirror and somehow bear witness to this sweet revenge he was about to inflict. "Tell me what you want, Valerie," he grinned down at her. "Make me know it."
"You sonofabitch, you know what I want!" she snarled up at him. "You've lost your innocence, you know that, Ducky? You're just as psyched-out as the rest of my clients…!" She sat up and gave his member a painful yank. "What are you saving that monument for, a time-capsule? Or don't you go for girls any more, Cutie?"
"You know better than that."
"I only know what I hear, Mr. AC-DC-Juicy, and I've heard an awful lot of frenchy-stories about you lately!"