Nympho (12 page)

“Let him tell me in my ear. Come,” I said, motioning my finger in the direction of the shy man. He trembled as he walked toward me. He even tripped over his own feet. Surprisingly I didn't laugh. I gave him time to get up. Then I repeated my words. “I'm still waiting,” I said, flirting.

By the time he stood in front of me, he was trembling and sweating. It was hard to imagine he was really getting married to anyone. I felt his breath on my skin as he stuttered into my ear.

“La-la. La-la. Lap dance. Please.” He quickly ran over toward his friend, standing next to him and pushing his glasses up on his nose.

“Very good. All you had to do was ask. Your wish is Innocence's command,” I cooed.

“He's a virgin. Need I say anymore?” Maxwell stated.

“No worries. I'll be as gentle as sunshine,” I said.

Maxwell poured liquor into one shot glass and the remaining dribbles of Alka Seltzer in the other. I didn't feel as if I had a right to laugh so I didn't. In fact, I felt like some sort of sex therapist who was hard at work with a troubled patient.

“All right, Dougie. Today you will no longer be a solitary man,” Maxwell shouted, handing him the shot glass filled with fizzing antacid. “To my business partner,” he said, raising his shot glass. “Here's to feeling ten feet tall and changing your life around!”

“Here's to ten feet tall and me,” Dougie said clanking shot glasses and smiling like Steve Urkel.

“Where may I change my clothes?” I asked as they drank the liquids down.

“Right this way,” Maxwell told me, getting up.

“Is she stripping in the bathroom?” Dougie asked with a white mustache above his lip.

“No. She's coming back. She's putting something else on to strip in,” Maxwell explained half annoyed. “Wipe that junk from around your mouth, geez!”

“Ooooooh,” Dougie said, cleaning it with the back of his arm.

When I returned, I oozed with confidence. I was now wearing five and a half inch, platform stilettos with a row of rhinestones across each strap, and a black, embroidered mesh shelf bra and panty set under a tight red mini dress. I painted my lips with bright red lip gloss, but left my sassiest wig at home. Instead, I freed my hair from a small ponytail and let it brush my shoulders.

“Music please,” I requested.

“Wow, she looks great! Is she going to dance to The Spinners? That's my favorite group,” Dougie said.

“The Spinners? She most certainly isn't! Why don't you shut up and enjoy the show—damn! This is why I couldn't take you to a strip club,” Maxwell snapped.

“Okay, okay. Take it easy,” Dougie answered.

After the two men sat on the leather couch I turned around with my back toward them, holding one hand up in the air like a spotlight shone one me. The first number I danced to was an old standard by Terrance Trent Darby. When the beat started, I transformed myself from Leslie, into the vixen, Innocence, gracefully lowering my arm behind my back. I turned around seductively, just as I'd practiced many times in front of the mirror in the privacy of my own home. One of my fantasies to fulfill was to strip for men at least once in my life. The most I could do about it was order an exotic dance DVD from the Internet to teach me how to strip. Visiting a strip club to watch another girl grind under low lighting had been out of the question. Thanks to Maxwell and Dougie, a closet desire became a reality. Now I was that naughty girl who was about to prove her erotic potential.

My hips swayed slowly as I shifted my weight from one leg to the other. I pointed my toe, threw my right leg out straight, and then did the same with my left, keeping my palms next to my sides. When I stopped I felt the groove of the music, lowering myself to the ground. I leaned on my left elbow and slowly extended my right leg in the air while using my right arm to lift it. I seductively looked both men straight in the eye as I gave them a peak at my pussy. After I lowered my leg, I got up from the floor, sticking my ass out to accentuate my healthy rear as I proceeded to stand. When I rose, I lowered the zipper of my dress with the artful precision of an experienced stripper. Once my breasts were exposed, I began running my hands over them. Dougie's eyes bulged and Maxwell crossed his legs, looking as if he'd like to eat me up.

I took my arms out and let my dress drop to my feet. I stepped out of it and walked around in a circle to the beat of the music. When I faced them again, I had also let my black shelf bra fall to the floor. Standing in nothing but my stripper heels and crotchless panties, I spun around, groped my ass cheeks then bent over with my eyes closed and smacked myself on the ass three times. When I opened my eyes again, I moved in for the kill.

Dougie was my first victim. Sitting in his lap, I straddled him, letting my knees rest on the couch. I bounced up and down on top of his middle, pushing my breasts in his face. I swung around and put my hands on my knees, slowly rubbing my ass against his crotch in a repetitive motion while looking over my shoulder at him. His lip dropped open and his face became flushed. I stood upright, faced him, and extended my leg on top of his shoulder, showing off my acrobatic skills while simultaneously squeezing my breasts.

As soon as my leg hit the carpet, Dougie jumped up. “Gotta go. Bathroom. Oh God. Ooooh God!” He took off running, covering the middle of his pants. I knew he came and wanted to clean up the mess.

Without missing a beat, I turned to Maxwell who seemed more than happy to cop a feel as Prince's
International Lover
began to play. For him, my attention was more sensual and genuine. I pretended he was Trey as I buried his head into my full breasts, sensually moving my hips, imagining he was stroking me. After a minute or so passed, I turned around and placed his large, strong looking hands on my thighs and pushed my ass cheeks against his rock hard stomach. Next, I arched my back and wiggled my ass over his crotch as I rocked and rocked to the beat of the music. We both started breathing heavily as his hard-on grew.

Without speaking, his eyes told me he wanted me to get up. I did. He grabbed my hand and led me into a room that housed a Jacuzzi. I dropped my panties and unbuckled my shoes, then he showed me everything God blessed him with. All I can say is boy did God bless him! We stepped in and began making out like high school kids taking a skinny dip. His hands were everywhere as the bubbles jumped in the water. I moaned slow and long when he stuck his tongue in my ear. My lips begged him to kiss me all over. I was in heaven. In fact, I forgot this was not supposed to be for pleasure.

Just as things began to really heat up, Dougie appeared. Instead of his usual chatter, he was silent, apparently catching the vibe. He shed his clothes with the exception of his smiley face boxer shorts. As Maxwell enjoyed exploring my body, Dougie slowly began to join in. His inhibitions seemed to have faded. He removed his glasses and gingerly set them on the side of the hot tub. Without them he didn't look half bad, although he and Maxwell could never be mistaken for twins.

By this time, both men were kissing the sides of my neck and rubbing me softly.

“Go stand over there,” Maxwell suggested.

“But why?” I asked.

“I think you'll enjoy something if you do,” he added. My adventurous side led me to follow his suggestion. When I did, I felt a strong stream of water shoot onto the back of my knees. I crouched down slightly, realizing the jets could give me more pleasure that I'd ever imagined.

“Oh shit! What in the hell? MMMmmm,” I moaned.

“It never fails. I told you,” Maxwell said with a slight trace of victory in the pitch of his voice. I bit my upper lip and gripped the sides of the hot tub as I let my head fall back. By that time, I managed to lift my head and open my eyes. Both men had changed positions.

Just as I began to take note that four hands felt much better than two, my erotic massage turned into something more. Out of the blue, Maxwell began sucking my nipples while his friend moved away and watched the expression of ecstasy cover my face. I felt as if I was standing in fields of gold and I know it showed. Dougie must've enjoyed being a voyeur because I began to hear him moan lustfully.

“Up to my bedroom,” Maxwell softly whispered in my ear.

“No sex. We've done more than planned already,” I answered.

He twisted my nipples and made me gasp. “Eight hundred. How does eight hundred sound just to let me eat you out?” he asked.

“Eight hundred. How does eight hundred sound just to let me eat you out, too?” Dougie asked, mimicking Maxwell.

“Fine, sixteen hundred for the both of you. That's it though.”

“Deal,” Maxwell said.

“Dripping wet, the three of us exited the hot tub and walked up two flights of stairs.

When we reached Maxwell's room, he said, “Shower with him first.”

I motioned for Dougie to come behind the glass partition with me and gave him the soap to let him enjoy lathering me up. His eyes widened again as he did the job. I tilted my head back and wet my hair, rinsing myself clean. I lathered him up although my mind was on Maxwell. I was dripping wet thinking of him repeating the same events with me. Dougie exited, drying himself off with a towel.

“Go sit on the bed and wait for me. Tell Maxwell I want to see him,” I explained. Dougie walked away, nodding his head.

“You called?” Maxwell asked in a deep voice. He towered over me, running his hands through my hair, then stroking my left cheek. He stepped into the shower and I closed my eyes. I initiated touching him by pressing my cheek into his chest and hugging him tenderly. I opened my eyes and his mouth was waiting to kiss me. Steam began to fill the shower, and we both began to moan as his hands rested on my waist.

“Now. I want you now. You're sexy as hell, Innocence,” Maxwell uttered. He turned off the shower, and we took turns drying each other off. The time had finally come for my tongue massage, and I couldn't wait for my pussy to get sucked and licked like I was a queen.

When we made it to the bed, Maxwell gently pushed me backward and spread my legs apart. My next sensation was a kind tongue on a neglected clit. Rico didn't count. I'm speaking of Trey's ability to ignore the fact that I may enjoy oral sex being performed on me as much as I did giving it. As the three of us moaned, I heard my cell phone ringing in my clutch purse. I'd forgotten to turn it off as usual. I'd become accustomed to leaving it on in case Trey wanted to talk to me at any time of the day or night.

“We're important clients. Two thousand dollars if you stay put. I'm feeling you, girl,” Maxwell told me, once again breaking all the rules by discussing sex for money.

This time I didn't respond because it wasn't really about payment. I told myself to fuck those rules. I moaned and groaned more than I think I ever had. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I was reminded what it felt like to cum. I did, all over Maxwell's tongue. After that, Dougie expected the very same performance. Once I lived up to what was expected of me both of them begged me to come back. The business partners and best friends threw all sorts of dollar amounts in my ear.

As I prepared to leave the house, they each stuffed a thousand dollars into envelopes. I felt as powerful as any stockbroker, CEO, or man's man. This made me confident that being a freak of the week had its benefits. Dougie drew several large hearts on his envelope, but so what if he wasn't playing with a full deck? Obviously, I got
my
rocks off and planned to think of that damn sexy Maxwell again the next time I pleasured myself—in between fighting with my ball and chain to be.

I
left my first true independent provider gig depleted and damn near dehydrated. All I wanted to do was sleep, but I checked my messages as I rolled down the highway. After I discovered I had zero messages, my cell phone rang. Although the caller's number was blocked, I answered it anyway. Unfortunately, it was Rico's way of catching me off guard so I'd accept his call.

“It's going to be a beautiful day today with a high of eighty degrees,” he told me.

“A: Don't call me from a blocked number. B: What does that mean to me?”

“Stop being so cold. I know you've missed me, so I'm getting out of the office at a reasonable time today, letting the paralegal finish up some tasks.”

“Miss you? In your wet dreams when you're whacking off, Rico.”

“I just love your sense of humor. Now look, Leslie. This is my third call. Respond promptly next time or Trey will hear about your interesting extra curricular activities. Where were you?”

“What? None of your damned beeswax, Rico psycho. I'm not a dog on a leash. I know you're sprung, but ease up with the choke collar because I didn't sign up to be your obedient pet.”

“Why are you being so selfish? I want to see you now! I said, where were you?”

“None of your business. I told you that the first time you asked.”

“You
are
my business. So, did you like the furniture or not?”

“You're over stepping your bounds, and this is all very annoying.”

“And you're not cooperating by giving me what I want.”

“I don't want the damn job, so pack and stuff it where the sun don't shine. Game over. I keep telling you to let go and let me have my peace. You are not relationship material!”

“You've got to keep me happy no matter what you say. I'm not letting you off the hook until I'm ready to. We made a pact. You can't just abandon our agreement like that.”

“We did no such thing. I wish you'd quit blowing up my phone. What does your psycho ass want now?”

“I want to fuck you today, that's what. And we did make a pact. I'm your lover. I've got a thing for you, baby. I'm not in your life to hit it and forget it. Maybe that's how it was with those other fools, but Rico has a different agenda for Leslie, mi estrella muy brillante.”

Huh. My lover, my stalker, has a different agenda
, I thought. Instead, I said, “Don't you ever get enough?”

“Not of your sweet, wet pussy. Before this affair is over everyone's going to know that Rico is the one for you. Get ready to open your legs or cancel your wedding plans. Those are the rules—Rico's rules.”

“I'm not doing either. Our connection was built on a damn lie.”

“Look, I'm the one who's in control, and for the record, I'm in a bit of a selfish mood today. I really don't have any patience for your back talk, so I suggest you follow my directions. For the last time, correct your attitude, and do whatever you have to do to inspire yourself to get in a giving mood. You have until five o'clock to arrange your plans to meet with me . . . unless you'd like for me to prove the things I've said can come true. As soon as I'm finished working, I want to hit it. I already checked Trey's schedule, and he's keeping his nose to the grind late for a project deadline, so that means the one who holds my heart is free and available for private time with me.” Click.

Despite Rico's pushy demands, I wasn't planning on opening my legs or canceling my wedding plans, even though Trey and I were skating on thin ice. I orchestrated a little scam to teach Rico a lesson that required me to book a cheap hotel room and invest some of the money I made in provider fees. I knew his stalker ass would meet me anywhere I instructed, as long as I made it clear I'd be present. Unfortunately for him, he'd walk straight into a trap that he'd remember until his last day on earth.

 

“It's open,” I shouted.

He opened the door. “Where are you, Les? Are you in here?”

“Of course I am, Rico. I changed my mind. I'm ready for my papi” I said in a seductive manner.

“That's more like it,” he said happily.

“I'm on the bed. Come get it. What's taking you so long to wrap those beautiful, muscular arms around me? Or would you prefer for me to lick on that ass?” I asked. Maybe you need to loosen up first. Here,” I said, getting up to pour him a glass of champagne. I poured myself a glass as well.

“It doesn't get much better than this. I love it when you talk dirty—that's my mami” Rico said, sipping bubbly. I sipped mine as slowly as possible, but I made sure I kept Rico sipping fast enough to need to refill his glass three times.

“I'll be back, Rico. I forgot to take care of one little thing,” I lied.

“Hurry up. Now I'm feeling like putting this bed to good use.”

“I'll be right back, silly!” I said. “In fact, I'll turn out the lights to help you stay in the mood while I slip into something more comfortable,” I added.

While the room was dark, I sent someone else to please Rico in my place. Little did Rico know I was standing in the corner.

The next thing I heard was Rico moaning lower and deeper than I'd ever recalled. Judging from the sounds he was making, I assumed Wendee was rimming his asshole as planned. As the foreplay continued, Rico had no idea he was feeling up and kissing on a pre-op transvestite, who was more than happy to make love to a straight man. In fact, I had to force Wendee to take at least $50 for his time.

“Oh, mami. You're so good to me. I missed you so much.”

“Hit it from the back, papi. I know that's how you like it. Let me turn around and make it easy for you to get at this,” I said, throwing a cue to Wendee. I had no doubt Wendee caught my hint when I heard Rico comment.

“Nice and tight, just the way I like it.”

“That's my back door, papi. Keep going though,” I said breathlessly, making him think I was really into it. All the while I wanted to crack up laughing since I knew he was actually fucking the tranny in the booty hole.

“Harder!” I screamed. “I like it in the ass. Lay that pipe
harder
, Rico!”

“Oh, mami. You like?”

“I love. More, I want more. Trey would never ever hit it like this. Take it like you want it, papi. I'm your woman now, remember? Break my virgin asshole in like a real man.”

“Me gusto es mio.”

Rico continued doing what he thought was his duty, ramming Wendee in the ass. I screamed, moaned, and even played with myself in the dark to make my pretend lovemaking sounds appear authentic. I was used to faking mind-blowing sex with Trey, but I wanted this episode to really suck Rico into my pit of deception. It was working pretty well until my decoy screwed up. Rico was going to town, talking shit and pounding Wendee a new one, when he reached down to feel what was supposed to be my pussy. Instead he felt a swinging penis. I thought the tranny tied the thing up or whatever they do but I assumed wrong.

“What the fuck! Is that a dick I just—” Rico jumped out of the bed and scurried to find the light switch.

Once the light was on, I smirked at him. “If my pussy was good as you said, you ought to have known the difference,” I bragged, amused by the anger that covered his face.

“Why'd you stop? You're a cute, muscular thing. I need to give the girl a refund because I would've showed up for free had I known you had it going on like that,” Wendee flirted.

Rico lunged at the tranny looking crazed and behaving like a psychotic madman. He placed one hand around Wendee's throat, gripped her hair with the other and began banging “her” head against the wall. To say he was livid was an understatement—he exhibited the strength of Hercules, and his reaction to what I'd rigged up began to alarm me.

“Hijoeputa! I do not fuck freaks like you. Latin men are macho men. I should kill you. I should end your life with my bare hands, but I have too much to lose. Where did she meet you? Tell it or I'll alert every policeman in the area about you and trouble will become your first and last name.”

“Craigslist. Erotic services. I'm—I'm visiting from San Francisco,” Wendee confessed, struggling to breathe.

“Is that right? Oh, I see,” Rico's eyes glazed over. He glanced in my direction and then looked back at Wendee. “After I take my hands from around your fucking bony throat, you better find a phone and call all the men you know and make appointments to fuck. If you don't, I'll ruin your life. Don't think I can't find out where you lay your head in your home city, what your real name is, when you shit, pee, burp, fart, or wrap your lips around a dick from here to The Golden Gate Bridge. I'm serious about all of this and I hope you understand this is not a joke—you're in one deep mess.”

Then Rico pulled an unexpected number by explaining he was an attorney and had personal affiliation with a slew of policeman who routinely busted prostitutes among other things.

“Leslie is about to receive the lesson of a lifetime. Revenge is what makes Rico's world go round. Let's play you two. Let's play chess. My move next—this game isn't over.”

Rico released the tranny from his grip. Wendee fell to the ground and gasped for air. Although visibly shaken, Wendee scrambled to find “her” cell phone and began dialing numbers and staggering appointment times. While that was happening, Rico simultaneously made calls to his policeman friends.

“Bring plenty of condoms,” he told each one he called. After that, he threw the tranny out of the hotel room with one strong push in the back. Whatever Rico had planned for me, I knew it was terrible. I took a breath and prepared to take my licks like a grown woman. Since Rico threw Wendee out, I had every reason to suspect I was the one who had gone way too far.

 

Within ten minutes, men began showing up at the motel room on a mission for sexual attention. As each man showed up with money in an envelope, he was told he'd be busted for soliciting a prostitute. When each one pleaded his case, the plain-clothes female cop guarding the door began extorting money. She took what was meant for Wendee plus whatever was in their wallets.

Rico and the cops ran their little scam for an hour. When it became clear that all of Wendee's customers had come and gone, the female cop was excused with her cut.Then I learned exactly what Rico had in store for me. After she left, Rico grabbed me in front of the room full of cops and kissed me long and slow, dragging out every second of his tongue dancing with mine. Then he sensually led me to remove my clothes. When he pushed me back on the bed and began kissing me all over my neck, and sucking my nipples, I grinned, thinking I was at the top of my game.

“You're the only woman for me. Don't you get that?”

“Yes, Rico. Yes,” I murmured as he pressed my breasts together and began to run his dick between them. Every time I thought Rico had given me the ultimate experience, he always seemed to up the ante. Getting titty fucked in front of a room full of men made me forget what I had done to him—at least temporarily.

“Remember her face boys. Remember it well. She's all yours now,” Rico said, jumping up. “Until you truly understand you're the only woman for me, you're going to be used like the whore you want to be. Now get your ass over there,” he commanded.

The next part of the episode began with one man moving close to me very quickly. In fact, I couldn't even make time to move from the spot where I was. He began squeezing on my rear, occasionally licking my ass crack. I felt his long, dark dick brush against my right hamstring. Simultaneously, a second man sucked my breasts, and a third rolled a condom down on his penis and began exploring my pussy. Just when I felt like things wouldn't be so bad the men began to curse at me brutality, making all sorts of sexual demands. They handled me roughly, and every hole I owned stayed full.

Hours passed, and I had been put into more positions than I could count. I was hot and sweaty and was sure I had screwed at least thirteen cops who were more than happy to take advantage of the situation. Many of them never even undressed completely. I guess it gave them a rush of power to get freaky while remaining partially clothed in their uniforms, although they were smart enough to remove their badges.

I did them all—fat, tall, clean, dirty, black, white, pencil-sized dick, hung like a horse, hairy, bald headed, dark, light, pink—all of them on a cheap motel bed spread. Some took turns continuously passing me around like a rag doll, erupting at random. Others stayed hard and aroused, performing as part of a team, in it for the long haul, on a mission to get a piece of a good slut. They kept groping, touching, and filling my holes up like tomorrow would never come.

“Time just seems to fly, huh Leslie? Are you ready to give true love a try now, or do I need to call in the next crew?”

I managed to lift and shake my head although I was physically worn from being pulled in all directions.

“Three of you stand by the door,” Rico instructed. None of them seemed to want to stop lusting over my brown sugar, but a few managed to tear themselves away from my body. “If you really want to stop being a whore, prove it. Get on your knees and beg me to let this all come to an end,” he said coldly.

“Please, Rico. No more,” I begged, pushing my wet hair away from my eyes and dropping to my knees. I looked up at him. “I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy—just no more of this punishment. Let me go,” I pleaded. I managed to squeeze out a few fake tears as he stared at me. Then, unable to hold it in any longer, I broke out in laughter. “I know you were trying to make me feel like a crackhead whore getting fucked in a cheap motel, but as nasty as it sounds, screwing a room full of men has been one of the fantasies I'd buried behind my list of ordinary desires. If you want to send more in go ahead. In case you haven't figured it out by now, I'm a true freak. I can still suck and fuck a whole new crew until they cum, you big dummy. It was nice being worshiped and reminded that I've got something all men want.”