Sammy's dick really was quite small, but it got nice and bard as she licked on it innocently, like a child licking a popsicle. She diligently licked up and down one side, then the other. She kissed all around the circumcised head of it; she knew this tickled nice and would please him. Then she put it in her mouth and started to suck.
He moved his hips a little. She took it out of her mouth. "No, let me, please. I'm your slave. I have to do all of it. You just stand there. I'll do all of it. It's part of the game. It's part of what I have to do." She smiled angelically up at him. It was strange, very strange. She felt just like a little bitty girl who has just been invited into grownup games and is eager to please. What fun she was having!
Now she began to suck on his cock in earnest. It wasn't difficult; it was, after all, quite small and easy to manipulate in her mouth. It was a lot more fun than these big thick things; it was maybe like sucking off a little boy. She liked it. She must remember to thank him for the opportunity.
He was wearing cut-off pirate pants; she unbuttoned the rest of his fly and the top button, too, and pulled his pants down to his ankles, so she could grip his buttocks with her hands and really get down to it Her head bobbed back and forth crazily. How nice they'd planned things! The chain was just long enough to allow her to reach her hands around in back of him and grab his fanny this way.
Her teeth scraped him lightly. He shuddered. "Oh, God," he said. "Do that some more." She started giving him all sorts of gentle little bites all over it, particularly around the head of it, with her sharp little teeth.
His buttocks jumped; his anus was flexing and relaxing, she knew. He was really enjoying this. Now she'd scrape with her teeth and then lick where she'd scraped. His fanny was beginning to tremble; it was covered with goose bumps from the cold salt air. Okay, she thought, lets give him a good one. And her head went to work, bobbing and wiggling from side to side as her lips slid up and down the length of his little cock and her tongue gave the underside a long, slow rub every time she withdrew…
In a moment he reached his limit. "Oh, honey, oh, that's fine, I can't stand it, no, baby, oh, stop it, oh, stop it now, oh God, oh Christ…OHHHHHHHHHHr
He didn't hold very much either. She swallowed all that he had to give, ticked his little cock dry, and kissed his hands before getting up to smile demurely at him-the way Zora said a slave was supposed to do-and go back inside. That stuff he'd given her made her feel wonderful, just wonderful. She wanted to go inside and do everybody, just everybody, at the party. She wanted to go find the big buck nigger from the Cop Story cast that Artie had talked about and get fucked up the ass by him. She wanted Artie to put it all on videotape so they could all play it back the next day and get hot from watching it. She wanted them to spin her like a bottle and take turns telling her what to do to them.
She stumbled once and fell down. Sammy rushed to help her up but she knew the ankle chains would have to go. She reached down, pulled, strained, and broke them in the middle. She was surprised at how strong she was. She could do anything. She could go all night She could fuck everybody in the world, one, two, or three at a time. After all, it was her job. She was a slave. It was a slave's job to do everybody. It was a slave's job to be a piece of meat for fucking in the mouth and the ass and everywhere, and the more people got pleasure out of watching it happen and getting hot and jacking off to it the better. Only she'd beg them not to jack off all the way. She'd come around afterwards and suck them off, every one. And she'd suck every dick and lick every pussy in the room, and thank them all for it. She was a bad girl and she had to be punished. It was her job.
Chapter 12
Inside, the party was going full blast Bare breasts were beginning to show here and there, most prominently Zora's ripely beautiful pair, jutting out proudly with their rouged nipples. In the big room with its high beamed ceiling little patches of light showed where a couple, or a pair of couples, stood under a muted lamp covered with muslin and whispered about assignations and technical minutiae of interest only to the specialist In the adjacent rooms the technical matters got off the drawing boards and into the wind tunnel. Nan wished she'd gone to peepee on the beach while she was there; the inside bathroom seemed to be all tied up, what with one naked couple making it in the shower standing up-well, the man was standing up anyhow; the girl was bent over in front of him, her titties and long hair hanging down-and a couple of queers at work on the floor.
As she passed one couple, someone took her gently by the arm. "Oh, look, here's the only sensible person at the whole party, Helen. She got her clothes off beforehand." "Yes, and isn't she darling?"
Nan blinked at them in the dim light The drag she'd taken seemed to have rounded a corner and done something really odd to her. Her head was reeling. She needed to lie down somewhere. She needed…
"Oh, here, sweetheart Oh, look, Bill she's dizzy Somebody must have spiked her drink. Oh, look, sit down, baby. Here, between us. Give her your cloak, Bill the poor thing's shivering."
The world was swimming around and around. The two warm bodies snuggled up next to her, their arms around her, felt nice, very nice. It was like sleeping with Masha and Poly a, in the one big crib, when they were kids. Warm, warm.
Voices again, all around her:
"Nettie here just loves to suck cock. It's the one place where she really excels. Why, once in Dallas we threw a swinger party out by the pool and Nettie took on nine…"
"Oh, I didn't Fred. They wasn't no more than six of them fellers…"
"Well, don't let her try to tell you she ain't any good. She's the best. Folks does something down Texas way, they does it up right an' ol' Nettie's the best…"
"…Oh, dear God, Esther. Oh, my stars and body. Its'…oh, look right over there. It's the new girl Annie, I think they called her. The one who was staying with Mary Alice."
"By God, Lloyd, you're right And look: somebody seems to have slipped her something. Oh, the poor thing's ah freaked out She's on some kind of bummer. Oh, that god-damned bitch Zora. I bet she slipped the kid acid or something."
"I'll bet The bitch. The rotten bitch. Remind me to slap her stupid face some time."
"The dirty fucking slut I'll break her aim."
"Well, anyhow she's in fairly good hands. Bill and Helen are all right. They won't let any harm come to her."
"The hell you say. Bill's been dropping reds. He can't take that shit He did that over at my apartment and the next thing you knew he'd let his goddamn cigarette burn a runner up the top of my favorite table."
"Oh, dear."
I'll never invite that fucking bastard back again. Her, maybe. She's not a bad piece of ass when she's straight and all her instincts aren't shorted out by all the dope he gives her. Fucking men, pigs all of them."
"Oh, the poor dear. Look, she's shivering under the robe. She's having a chill."
"Yeah, Jesus. What a dumb thing for that…that vicious goddamn cunt of a Zora to do. I know it was her. Artie's too fucking stupid to ever get his shit together enough to do something really mean. I mean lasting mean. She's mean smart."
"Perhaps we ought to do something."
"like what?"
"Oh…we could call Avram. For help, I mean. I mean if we tried to take her out ourselves…well, you know how Zora and that rough trade she hangs around with are. They're all over muscles. And hostility, and everything."
"He lives just up the hill, doesn't he?"
"Oh yes. And I happen to know he's home tonight"
"How?"
"Oh, I…asked him to come tonight. Oh no, don't you're making me blush all over again. But…you know…he's just so refreshingly jam I can't stand it… "