The Lisa Series (28 page)

We heard the bathroom door open and, once more, the click of Lisa’s heels in the hallway. She appeared in the entrance. Everyone except Silk was astonished at the transformation. She looked like a teenager in a white, shear, babydoll pajama top. She wore no eye makeup except for some darkening of her eyebrows and lashes. Her cheeks had been scrubbed clean. Her lipstick was a modest pink, almost natural except for the high sheen of the gloss. All of this youthful innocence contrasted sharply with the black patent leather stiletto heels, the ‘fuck me’ shoes. I noticed that they were cut very low in front which revealed the divisions at the base of her toes. These little creases looked like four tiny hairless cunts, squeezed tightly together.

“She could pass for a teen whore,” Arisha said. I concluded that Arisha was right.

Lisa crossed to stand just inside the circle of light, facing Silk. She clasped her hands in front of her and bowed her head. Silk stared at her for a long time, idly pulling at his half-limp cock. Although her breath came more rapidly, Lisa didn’t move or look up. She had oiled her body, but we could clearly see the red welts on her back and others crisscrossing her buttocks. The transparent pajama top ended just below her crotch. Barely visible between the cheeks of her ass was the black base of the anal plug.

Her legs began to tremble. Perhaps it was the strain of standing so still in the painful heels, or maybe it was the fear of anticipating whatever was to come. Silk continued to pull at his cock as he stared at her. Finally, he gestured toward me, “That your husband over there?”

Without raising her head, Lisa answered, “Yes, Billy’s my husband.”

“You love him?”

“Yes, I do.”

So what do you want from me?”

“I...I...want to...to really belong to you...to be your woman.”

“How bad?”

“Very bad.”

“Why?”

“Because...because Frank gave me...he gave me to you.” Silk waited. She began again, “I want to belong to you because I...I...want you to...to...do things to me.”

“Do things to that pretty mouth?”

“Yes.” Again, Silk waited. It was obvious this was being played out for the video, but I couldn’t help feeling there was more to it than that. Perhaps there was more truth to Lisa’s words than even Lisa suspected. She glanced at Silk, then lowered her eyes. “When I was putting on this lipstick, the kind you like, I kept thinking that soon my lips would be touching...would be touching yours.” She looked up at him again. “I...I...wanted that...wanted to be...to be kissing you...kissing you like a lover.”

Silk shook his hardening cock. “Yeah, well, kissin ain’t exactly gonna cut it. That mouth of your was made for suckin cock. You gonna slide them soft lips over this old, wrinkled prick I got here in my hand?”

“Yes,” she spoke softly but loud enough for us to hear. “Yes, honey,” she repeated, “I’ll do it good. I’ll suck it good.”

“And my balls?”

“Yes, I...I’ll lick them the way you like.”

“Lick underneath my balls? Hold them in your mouth?”

“Yes, I’ll do whatever you say.”

“You got any idea how many times you sucked me off?”

“I...I’m not sure. Every day since I’ve been here. Sometimes twice a day.”

“Yeah, you’re my cocksucker. Pretty Mrs. Lindal is my cocksucker. Say it.”

She paused for a moment then said, “Yes, honey, Mrs. Lindal is your cocksucker.”

“That’s right. And she always swallows my cum, all of it?”

“Yes, honey, always. I always swallow all of it.”

“Well, if you do me good now, maybe I’ll let you take that butt plug out. Then, if you beg for it, maybe I’ll push my dirty dick into your nice clean asshole. You like that?”

Lisa raised her head and looked not at Silk’s face, but at the pathetic cock he held in his hand. “Yes, honey, I’d like it.”

“Gotta do better than that little Lisa. Speak up. Say what the fuck you mean. Talk to me.”

Lisa continued to stare at his cock. She began in the familiar monotone. “When you fuck my ass, honey, I love it. I love when you take me that way. It makes me hot. When your cock touches my opening there...back there I get excited. I love when you push it in me...I...I...love the way it feels.”

“And?” Silk prompted.

“I love knowing that it’s your cock deep inside me. I love knowing that you think of me as your woman, and you can have me anytime you want me.” She looked down again and clenched her hands into fists. “I love for you to cum in my ass.”

“That’s it, baby,” Silk continued to stroke his prick which had become hard. “Keep talking, Mrs. Lindal, and start fingering your pussy.”

Lisa put her right hand under hem of her short pajama top and spread her legs slightly. “I’m glad Frank gave me to you. At first I wasn’t, but now I am. I like it when you pinch my nipples, when you pinch them hard.”

“That’s right, Lisa, I’m listening.”

“A little while ago, when you touched my lip with your finger, I was hoping you would shove it in my mouth and let me suck it. I like when you touch me, touch my naked body. You touch me like you own me. Like you own my body.” An intensity began to creep into her voice. The flat monotone was gone. “I...I...want you to own me.” She was trembling. “All the time I want to feel your hands on me. I want to kiss your mouth.” She had lifted the hem of her pajamas so that Silk could watch as she masturbated. She was breathing shallower, her breasts rising and falling.

“Yeah,” Silk’s eyes were bright and mean, “but you wasn’t so fuckin nice to our guests tonight. All that goddamn complaining and crying. Maybe you won’t get what you want. Maybe I won’t fuck your ass.”

Lisa took a small step toward him. He held up his hand. She stopped. “Please, honey,” she pleaded, “please, I need it. I’ve been thinking about it all day. I...I...took the enema to clean myself for you. I used the KY and perfume. I put in the plug to stretch my...my opening for you.” She had trouble saying these last words. She seemed ready to cum.

“Stop playing with yourself,” Silk commanded. Quickly, Lisa withdrew her fingers and, once more, clasped her hands in front of her. She bowed her head.

I heard the front door open and close, but no one else seemed to notice. Silk spit in his hand and smeared the spittle over his cock as he continued to stroke it. “All that talking has got you hot like it always does, right?”

“Yes, honey. I’m very wet.”

“Well, if you’re so goddamn excited, how about you take my prick up your ass and another prick in your mouth? Two at once?”

She glanced fearfully at Rafti, “Not...not...” she began.

“No, not Rafti.”

Obviously relieved, she turned back toward Silk, “You know I belong to you. You know I’ll do whatever you say.”

“Well, come here then.” He pointed to the floor in front of him. “Get down on your knees and lick the spit off my dick.” Lisa got to her knees between his legs. As she leaned forward, the shear pajama top rode up to expose her buttocks. The red lash marks were clearly visible, as was the base of the plug, and the glistening circle of KY. She began to lick the underside of his cock. “Yeah,” Silk said, “I trained her to lick like a little kitten, slow and with the tip of her tongue.” The sight of my wife kneeling before this filthy old man and touching her lips to his horrible cock caused my stomach to wretch, yet I couldn’t turn away. My own cock felt as if it might explode.

After a few minutes, Silk shrugged out of his robe and leaned back. His emaciated body was naked; the sallow skin blotched with dark warts. He gestured to Lisa. “Come on up here, little kitten. Make love to me. You know, like you do every night when I come home.” Lisa got off her knees and slowly slid her body along his until she lay, full length, against him. I wondered if, against her bare skin, she could feel the crusted patches. She leaned on her elbows, looking down into his sneering face. Her pointed nipples brushed his sunken chest. I noticed him glance at the video camera closest to them. “Now, say it,” he demanded. “Tell your man what you tell him every night.”

She closed her eyes for a moment then, opening them, she leaned closer, “I...I...love you,” she whispered. Suddenly he dug his long fingernails into her raw ass cheeks. Lisa cried out and tried to move away, but he pulled her down on him.

I became aware of someone in the archway. It was Dooley. He had apparently come up earlier and changed his clothes in the hall. He wore a soiled white robe and nothing else. Neither Rafti nor his wife seemed surprised. Silk was holding Lisa’s face as he forced his tongue between her lips. He let her go. She lifted her head for a moment and twisted her head away. Quickly he slid his hand between her legs and grabbed her there, hard. She gasped, then turned back to him. He nodded. She pressed her parted lips to the wet hole that was his mouth. Both Lisa and Silk seemed unaware of Dooley’s arrival. This, too, it appeared, had been part of the scenario everyone understood. Silk’s hands were on Lisa’s breasts, his fingers twisting her nipples.

Dooley strode into the circle of light and, leaning over Lisa, he stroked her ass and rubbed her pussy. She pushed back against his hand and began to make little whimpering sounds as she continued to kiss Silk. Dooley started to rotate the black plug and move it gently in and out. Lisa moaned, louder now, and ground her pelvis against Silk’s crotch. Dooley’s long black cock dangled between his legs and had begun to stiffen. He ran his fingers along one of the red welts on Lisa’s ass. Lisa drew in her breath. “You must of been a bad little fox to get such a beating?” Dooley said.

“Tell him,” Silk ordered.

Without turning around Lisa said, “Yes. I needed to be punished.”

“What you do?” Dooley asked.

“I...I...sucked Mr. Rafti’s...Mr. Rafti’s cock. His wife was here, watching.”

“She the one whip you?”

“Yes.”

“Wish I was here to see it,” Dooley pushed hard on the anal plug. Lisa grunted. “Well,” Dooley eased the plug out a few inches, “maybe some other time I’ll get to watch while you’re whipped, right?”

Lisa didn’t answer. Silk twisted one of her nipples. “Yes,” she said, “yes, Mr. Dooley, some other time.”

Silk pushed her off him. “Get down on your knees, bitch, down on your knees in front of our friend Dooley. Tell him he’s got something you want.” Holding the arm of the chair for support, Lisa stood. Then she kneeled before Dooley. Silk climbed out of the chair and crossed to sit on the couch. As he did, the lights above the couch came on.

Dooley looked down at Lisa, his hardening cock just inches from her bowed head. He took off his robe and let it fall on the floor. Silk gestured toward Lisa, “Tell him,” he said. “Speak up.”

“You have something I want, Mr. Dooley.”

“And what the fuck might that be?”

Lisa glanced at his long black prick. “Your cock.”

“What you want to do with it?”

“I...I...want to...to suck it. I want to suck your cock.”

A hint of a smile crossed Dooley’s thin lips. He rubbed the head of his cock against her cheeks. “You ever French black toes?” he asked. Lisa frowned, not sure what he meant. “Black toes,” he repeated, “like them.” He pointed down at his bare feet.

“No...no...I never...” Lisa began to back away.

“Well I gotta itch to see a pretty white fox like you Frenching a black man’s toes.”

“But I...I,” Lisa began to protest, “I can’t...I can’t.” Her eyes filled with tears.

Silk stood up. “I say you can,” he spoke quietly.

Lisa turned to look at him. “If you’re my woman, I’m telling you to do what Dooley says. If you ain’t my woman get up off the floor and get the fuck out of here.”

Lisa waited, her head bowed. A shiver shook her body. Then, she looked up at Dooley. “I’m his woman,” she said.

“Good. Get down and do it.” He pointed, once more, to his feet.

Lisa inched back to where he stood. Placing her hands on either side of Dooley’s feet, she bent down until her lips touched one of his big toes.

“A little tongue,” Dooley said.

Because I was on the floor, I could see the pink tip of her tongue slide out between her lips as she softly kissed the first toe of each of his feet. When she had finished, she looked up at him. “Good.” he said.

“Thank you,” Lisa whispered.

“Now, these,” he cupped his heavy balls and pulled his cock back against his stomach. For a long time, Lisa licked his testicles. My position on the floor placed me almost close enough to touch her, but just outside the circle of light. I could see the long spike heels, the muscle of her calves, the round swell of her hips, the black disk and the red welts, the incredibly small waist, the curve of her back, her slender shoulders and firm breasts with their smooth hard nipples. Her eyes were closed. Her lips glistened. She licked Dooley’s black balls until they were wet with her saliva.

Dooley’s cock twitched in his hand as he pulled on it. Silk was also stroking his cock. Rafti, too, had taken his prick out and was masturbating. If my hands had been free, I’m afraid, I would have done the same. The contrast of black and white, brutality and innocence, weakness and strength, dominance and surrender, beauty and ugliness, came together to create a scene that was both repulsive and compelling.

“Ask her if she wants to do us both at the same time,” Silk said.

Dooley stepped back. “Look up here and sit like Frank taught you.” Still kneeling, Lisa sat back on her heels and placed her hands behind her neck. “Open,” Dooley said. Lisa spread her legs apart. “What’s that you showing me?”

“My...my...pussy.”

“No, ain’t right.”

“My...my cunt.”

“Why you showing me your cunt?”

“Because Mr. Silk, he...he like me to show it...to show my cunt.” She paused. “He likes people to see how wet it gets...how wet my cunt gets.”

“Why’s it all the time wet?”

“Thinking about belonging...thinking that I belong to him...belong to Mr. Silk, makes my...my...cunt wet.”

Dooley shook his head, “Goddamn it, that skinny bastard’s old enough to be your fuckin father.” He waved a hand in Silk’s direction, “Shit, Silk’s got to be the dirtiest ugly fuckin bum I ever seen, and I seen some real ugly bums. Ain’t I right?”

“Yes,” Lisa said, “I know.” She glanced at Silk and bowed her head. “But...but...I...I’m his woman.”