After that she let him rest awhile. She went to the bathroom to pee. She quivered as she felt his jism dripping out of her cunt. She thought about the married women who had this all the time, a hard cock and then a cunt full of spunk. Sometimes it was nice. But it was nothing she wanted that much. The action she really liked she got at the office.
When she returned to Malcolm, he asked her to suck his cock.
"Get it hard and I'll fuck you again," he said.
"Maybe you've had enough."
"The hell with that, suck my cock."
"Lick my pussy again and then I'll do it."
So she had his mouth again. She hadn't planned on it, but if he was willing, why not? This time she squatted over him. She made him move down on the bed so he could get his face under her crotch and then she eased her cunt down on his mouth.
Gobble it, she thought. She did love when they ate her pussy. She groaned as his nose slammed against her clit. She rode his face, smearing her cunt over his mouth. It wasn't long before she was juiced up again. She could feel the wetness. Her wet cunt rubbing over his open mouth.
Finally she decided she'd had enough. It wasn't that good. She was getting bored with him. She climbed off his face and went to get her clothes.
"It's getting late," she said. "I've had a nice time, but I've really got to go."
He growled at her. "The hell you do."
She turned and looked at him. She was amused by his wet face. He had her juices all over his mouth and chin. "I've got to get home."
"You said you'd suck my cock."
She snickered at him. "All right, I'll unload you again."
She went to the bed, climbed between his knees and took hold of his cock. But instead of sucking it, she started jerking him off.
"Hey, suck it!" he said.
She continued pumping his prick with her right hand. Sliding her left hand under his balls, she found his asshole and worked a finger inside his shitter. He groaned as she reamed his shithole.
"Oh fuck, suck my cock!" he said.
"I don't want to," she said. "Come on, shoot it, I haven't got all night."
He shot his load. She was amazed at all the spunk he had. He'd already had his gun go off once, but he still had enough jism in his balls to make a nice load.
"Oh, you fucking bitch!" he said.
She laughed at him. She wiped her fingers on his belly and left the bed. "Don't complain," she said. "Tomorrow you'll remember what a nice time you had."
"My sister said you were a rotten bitch."
Zelda was suddenly angry. "I don't care about your shitty little sister. Go home and maybe you can get her to suck you off."
He was on her in an instant. He seemed to be flying at her and then spinning her around and then something hit her jaw and all the lights went out.
CHAPTER TWO
When she opened her eyes again, Zelda found herself on the bed. She had a wad of cloth in her mouth and her hands were tied behind her back. She'd never had a chance to get her clothes on before Malcolm knocked her out and she was still naked. She twisted her body, turned on the bed to look for Malcolm. She found him sifting in one of the small chairs. In the other chair was a young woman.
Malcolm smiled at Zelda. "Hello, cutie. In case you don't remember, this is my sister, Josie."
Unable to say anything because of the gag in her mouth, Zelda looked at the girl. Yes, she did remember Josie. A tall thin brunette with dark eyes. Josie was attractive but mean-looking. She had small tits and long legs. She wore a tank top and jeans, her long legs crossed as she calmly puffed a cigarette.
Zelda was afraid. The fact that they had her hands tied and her mouth gagged was definitely not a good sign. She didn't like the way Josie looked at her. Like a panther sizing up its prey. Zelda cursed herself for having chosen Malcolm at that bar. There were a dozen others available and she had to pick him.
Josie suddenly crushed her cigarette out in the ashtray at her elbow. She hadn't said a word yet. She rose from the chair and came to sit down on the edge of the bed near Zelda. Now Josie spoke for the first time, her voice flat and without emotion.
"You do remember me, don't you? You gave me a real hard time. I wanted that job, but all I got from you was a hard time."
Zelda cringed as Josie's hand moved across her shoulder and down to fondle one of her tits. Josie bounced Zelda's tit back and forth, her eyes watching Zelda's face. Then Josie fingered her nipple, pulling at it and smiling when Zelda winced.
"You don't like it? No, I guess you don't. But it doesn't make any difference, does it? I mean you can't do anything and I can do anything I want to you." Josie snickered. "Or make you do to me. Like sucking my cunt. Do you dig that? I love it. That's how I like to get off. Some foxy bitch laying some tongue in there. We'll see how foxy you are. You better be foxy or maybe I'll slice you up and throw the pieces away."
Josie pulled something out of a pocket and Zelda shuddered when she saw what it was. A small straight razor. Josie opened the razor and showed Zelda the four-inch blade.
"You just do whatever Josie wants," the brunette said. "Either that or I slice your nipples off and stuff them up your nostrils." She suddenly pulled the gag out of Zelda's mouth. "Do you understand me?"
Zelda made a gurgling noise. "What do you want?"
Josie chuckled and lay the razor flat on one of Zelda's tits. "Just a good time, honey. You gave me a hard time when I worked for you and now you'll give me a good time to even us out."
"I'll give you money if you let me go." Josie laughed. "You hear that, Malcolm? The lady wants to give us money." She pulled at one of Zelda's nipples and held the razor near it. "Money's not the point, baby. I don't need your stinking money." Her fingers released Zelda's nipple and now her hand moved down over Zelda's belly to cup Zelda's cunt-bush. "Nice little cunt-bush." Zelda tried keeping her legs closed, but Josie threatened her with the razor. "Open tern," Josie said. "That's the girl. Let's have some hospitality here." She snickered. "She's got a big clit. You didn't tell me that, Malcolm."
"I figured you'd have a surprise," Malcolm said.
Josie stroked the shaft of Zelda's clit and smiled at her. "The Arabs cut them off. One little flick of a razor and it's all gone."
Zelda trembled. "Please let me go. We'll just forget the whole thing. I won't do anything to make trouble for you."
"I know you won't, honey. Oh, here we are, I think that little prick down there is waking up."
Zelda groaned. A sudden rage came over her.
"Damn you, get your filthy hands off me. You're both pigs!"
"Is that what we are?"
"I remember you. You were a stupid little smart-ass slut. I'll put you away for this! I'll see that you rot in prison!"
Josie slapped her face. Then she slapped her again, this time harder. The blows stung Zelda. With her hands tied behind her back, she was helpless. She moaned as Josie pinched her nipples. Josie used her fingernails to cut into Zelda's tender flesh.
"You're the stupid slut," Josie said. "You'll find out how stupid you are."
She let the razor rest lightly on Zelda's throat and she leaned down to get close to Zelda's face.
"One cut right here and you're done," Josie said. "Do you understand me?"
Subdued now, frozen with fear, Zelda whispered: "Yes."
After that Josie rose. "I want some fun with her," she said to Malcolm.
"We ought to get her out of here," Malcolm said.
"In a little while," Josie said. "First I see what her face feels like."
Josie put the razor down and unbuckled the belt of her jeans. Zelda was dismayed as she watched the girl. She had an idea what was coming.
She watched Josie strip her jeans off. Thin Josie's panties came sliding down her long legs. Josie's pussy-hair was thin and black. She had a small round ass and long smooth thighs. Zelda thought Josie had the thighs and legs of a dancer. Then Zelda realized how stupid it was to admire Josie's sleek body. I ought to be considering how to kill her, Zelda thought.