"Oh, I can see your good at this Elton. I'm going to let you jerk Bijou off when you take care of him. That is, after you feed and walk him. Your lovely wife, Sandy can give you instructions later. Right now I want to see you squirt your jism into your own mouth and swallow it!"
"Son-of-a-bitch! Dirty bastard! Cunt lapper! Arse sucker! Cock sucker! Catch it all! Don't miss a drop!"
"Ohhhhhh. Ohhhhhh." Elton groaned through his open mouth. Sandy had commanded him to catch every drop. He felt the semen well up in his balls and in his very raw red excited cock. A little squirt. Then a big squirt. Then two in a series. The spasms came long and hard. It was as if Elton's cock was gulping up from his balls and spitting out every bit that his twisted balls contained. "Ohhhhh, ahhhhhh."
The semen struck his face lips and roof of his mouth. It was hot, white and very sticky.
"In the mouth, bastard. You missed," and she rubbed Elton's hand on his face. The sperm was slippery, but Elton like the feeling of it being smeared around by Sandy.
"Well Elton, you didn't get it all so this is what I want you to do. Paul and Tom are going to take me out for a night on the town. I want you to wrap all the food up and store it in the freezer."
Tom and Paul were dressing while Sandy continued to instruct Elton on his duties.
"After you have completed the wrapping up of the food and stored it in the freezer, you may vacuum the rug. Clean the kitchen. Wash the pots and pans and take out the garbage. Do anything else that is needed to get this house back into ship-shape condition. When you are done with that, lock the house and drop the key back into the mail box. You know that you are not allowed to have a key, so don't dare to forget and keep my key overnight. Do you hear me Elton? Do you understand stupid?"
"Yes dear. Shall I use tin foil, waxed paper or Saran wrap? You know dear, each different food should be wrapped in a different material."
"Oh Elton, read the Goddamn instructions. Just do as I command you. We're leaving now. I'll call you at home and you had better be there later. Good night honey!"
Tom, Paul and Sandy left, leaving Elton alone in his wife, Sandy's apartment. He looked at the mountain of work which lay before and muttered out loud, "Oh, my darling Sandy, how much I love you. I am your slave forever."
CHAPTER SIX
Elton folded the wrinkled brown paper sack into four quarters. In amongst one of the quarters was a twelve inch square piece of heavy plastic wrapping material and a twelve inch piece of much used wrinkled tin foil. He sighed a sigh of almost exhaustion and the exhalation made his shoulders droop forward. His spectacles hung from one ear and rested on his shoulder. His eyes were green blue, watery and tired. Elton licked his dry lips that were not red. They had a purplish look to them; like the lips of a cardiac patient. He sucked his cheeks inward and the vacuum pulled his dental plates firmly up against his bare gums. The sucking sound let him know that they were now seated properly. His tongue moved in his dry feeling mouth and guided the small bits and particles of the food he had just eaten towards his gullet. He mused to himself. 'Gee. I wonder why Sandy hasn't called me. After all, we are married. I can't understand why she calls me an old maid or an old lady. I know I label everything and I'm very particular about my purchases. I buy the best and I don't throw my money away. I can't understand why she won't let me fuck her. I know I could get hard, but every time something starts to happen she screams at me. It's funny, but it makes me hard and then for some reason it starts to die. I can't understand it. Oh, why doesn't she phone me?' Elton continued to suck at his dentures. There was no place that he could really pace back and forth so he kept brushing a strand of his hair back into place. His eyes dragged on the floor and he felt his shoes scuff against the pavement. His hands were in his pockets and he walked forward with dejected resolution. 'God, it sure costs money. It's all right, I love her.'
As he walked into the large office he remarked to his secretary, "It sure is a beautiful day, today. I hope it doesn't rain, because if it rains, I'll get wet. I left my umbrella home the other day when it rained and I forgot to bring the spare one back here again."
"Oh, Mr. Silver, you're always spoofing me," as she turned and gritted her teeth. She muttered under her breath, 'He is the dumbest, most impossible son-of-a-bitch and the biggest pain in the neck that I have ever met. He deserves to eat shit. How I had the rotten luck to be his secretary, I'll never know.'
The five o'clock quitting bell jangled at Elton's thoughts. He realized that the afternoon had flown. 'I must have daydreamed the entire afternoon away. I wonder if I dare to call Sandy. She only lives a few blocks from here. No, I'd better not, if I did she would only get very angry and I love her. I love her and that is why I do everything she says I should do.'
Elton looked out the window and saw that it was not raining. He clocked out and walked towards the subway, still dragging his feet. The ride would be hot and he tugged at his tightly drawn up tie and loosened it on his collar. The beads of perspiration formed on his brow as he went down into the subway hole. He was unaware of the dankness of the air. His thoughts flashed always to Sandy… her lovely gaping pussy. 'Oh, if she'd only let me suck her pussy. I wish she would phone me.'
He allowed himself to be jousted into one of the steaming crowded subway cars and four stops later, when the train ground to a halt, the crowd ejected him onto the subway platform. He climbed the steps, with the paper under his arm and hoped fervently that his wife Sandy would call him tonight.
He picked up the same kind of TV dinner that he always bought. The supermarket was the same. Nothing changed. Elton walked, looked downwards and thought.
For some reason or other it seem like the TV dinner cooked very quickly. Elton gulped it down, licked his fingers, sucked at his teeth and laid down to rest.
Elton's floating dream of Sandy was interrupted by the ringing of the telephone. Elton got up, looked at his watch and remarked out loud, "Gosh it's two o'clock in the morning." His heart began to beat faster and his breathing was heavy with anticipation. Sometimes, Sandy called him at odd hours.
Elton picked up the phone and said, "Hello."
"Elton!"
Elton's heart leaped. It was his wife. It was his love… "Yes dear."
"You God damn son-of-a-bitch. You bastard. What took you so long?"
"But dear…"
"Oh, Elton shut up and listen to me. Dumbo, are you listening to me?"
Elton felt his peter rise as Sandy berated him.
"Elton, are you listening Dumbo?"
"Yes, dear."
"Now listen, Elton. Put your clothes on. Get down and get a taxi and come over to Susan's house. You have the address on your memo pad. Get your arse into gear. Elton! Are you listening to me?"
"Yes dear. I was listening to you, but this taxi…"
"Dumbo, do you or don't you want to see me? Now get the lead out of your pants and move. I expect you here in less than an hour. Do you understand Dumbo? You remember don't you dear, what happens when you are late or don't listen to me?"
"Okay dear. I'm coming right now. Goodbye."
Sandy banged down the receiver and turned to her girl friend and lovemate Susan. "When the Dumbo gets over here we'll throw this flour sack over his head and tie him to the bed post. Then we'll strip his clothes off of him and poke at him lightly. I want him to watch how beautifully I suck you off. Do you suppose that Jim and Pete could come down later and fuck my pussy, make me scream and fill me up with their hot wet sperm. You know the two black studs. I think they are groovy. They have such fierce cocks. Susan, do you remember when you were kissing me while Pete had his cock in my cunt and Jim ripped my arse hole?"
"Let me call them now and set it up for later." Susan wore long mid-thigh length red fisherman net stockings. Her flat shoes were severe in cut and design. She sat almost nude on a brown maple colored stool. Her nude buttocks and milk white flesh made the black garter belt that she wore stand out. She hiked her left leg up and hooked her heel on the edge of her seat exposing her almost hairless pink tinted slot.