Lust on the Loose (29 page)

'Ssh, he's
asleep,' whispered Betsy.

Arnold was
stretched out on his back on Betsy's bed, stark naked. His
phenomenal penis, the object of Amanda's admiration, lay at rest
along his thigh like a slumbering serpent.

'Blimey, Betsy,' hissed Amanda, 'you didn't tell me it
was
this
big.'

'Chickening
out?'

'No fear! I'd
even pay to have a go at one like that.'

'Knock it off,
Mandy. That's heresy, especially in a whore's bedroom. Besides,
Arnold's going to pay you good money so you can stuff that sucker
inside you. Think you can manage it?'

Amanda was
standing by the side of the bed, gazing intently at the penis in
question. 'I'll give it a good try,' she said. 'May I touch
it?'

'Be my guest,'
replied Betsy unnecessarily, for Amanda's hand was already gently
stroking the length of Arnold's reclining tower, from base to tip
and back again. Betsy watched intently as the girl grew bolder,
fondling the great balls as they lolled between his thighs, then
curling round the stem and trying an experimental up-and-down jerk.
The big cock soon began to respond to these ministrations of its
own accord and she squealed out loud with pleasure as it lengthened
in her hand.

Arnold's
eyelids flicked open, then blinked rapidly at the sight of a
half-naked stranger fingering his genitals. 'Hi, honey,' said
Betsy, 'meet Amanda, she's on probation.'

'What?'

'I'm thinking
of taking on an associate but first she's got to pass a test.
You.'

Arnold sat
bolt upright, a look of alarm on his face. 'You're not serious,
Betsy?'

'Damn right I
am. She wants to be a professional whore and I need someone to take
over my regulars if I'm going off with you for the next few days.
It makes sense, huh?'

Amanda looked
backwards and forwards between the two of them during this
interchange. Somehow her hand was still on Arnold's cock.

'But—'

'Come off it,
Arnie,' continued Betsy. 'What are you complaining about? Isn't
this girl adorable? Look at those great legs and her pretty pussy -
I bet you can't wait to get in there. Anyway, you're stiff as a
poker.'

It was true.
Arnold's great member thrust up from his belly like a billy club,
the whiteness of the shaft contrasting with the deep pink of the
now-exposed helmet. Amanda was at work on it with both hands.

Arnold looked
at her and she grinned back at him. She really was remarkably
pretty and she did have a stunning body.

'Well...' he
said, his resolve slackening as his cock stiffened, 'provided
Amanda doesn't mind.'

'Why should
she? She's going to have the ride of a lifetime and you're paying.
Where's your wallet?'

'Hey,
Betsy—'

But Arnold had
no choice in the matter, or rather, his willpower had evaporated as
Amanda shrugged off her diaphanous slip and snuggled into his arms
on the bed.

Meanwhile
Betsy extricated a bundle of notes from the pocket of his trousers
and placed them on the mantelpiece. 'Mandy, that's your fee. Now I
want to see you earn it.'

'Betsy Toast,
you're the bossiest cow I've ever met,' muttered Arnold.

'I bet you
love it, though,' chipped in Amanda. 'I can tell. Here, how would
you like to suck my nips?'

Arnold got his
money's worth. Young Amanda was an enthusiastic fucker with elastic
limbs and a dirty mind. Being on trial, she had not held anything
back - she had sucked and tongued Arnold's dick, nipple-kissed his
entire body by snaking her boobs lightly all over him, milked his
penis with her breasts, ridden up and down on his huge cock with
only minimal difficulty and had allowed him to plough her heartily
in the good old missionary position. Given Arnold's physique this
last activity could be construed as danger work but Amanda was well
primed for action at that state and, to Betsy's surprise, had urged
him on.

Though aware
she wasn't supposed to come Amanda had done so three times and had
had the nerve to claim that she was faking it. Betsy laughed and
smacked her heartily on the rump which perked up Arnold's interest
once more until he realised he couldn't afford any more of Mandy's
favours.

'You can have
me,' explained Betsy, 'provided I want you. But you can't have her
unless you pay her.'

'So, are you
going away?' asked Amanda. 'What do you want me to do?'

'Arnold's
doing the catering for a charity concert in the country and I'm
going for kicks. While I'm gone I'd like you to visit a couple of
guys for me. They're dead easy; they probably won't even touch you.
Wear your suspenders and buy some high heels and they'll let you
walk all over them. They pay extra for that.'

'Great!'

'Half of what
they give you is for me and I know just how much that is. OK? Will
you do it?'

'Sure. This is
terrific, I can hardly believe it. I get sent up here on some silly
errand and I get a job! Just as well that Billy Dazzle wasn't there
after all.'

Arnold, who
had been listening sleepily, said, 'Are you looking for Billy? He's
off with Brick Tempo at the moment. I saw them this morning.'

Mandy's jaw
dropped. 'Cor, you saw Brick Tempo?'

'Yes. He's at
this concert we're going to, Billy's taking him down there
tomorrow.'

'Blimey!'
Amanda was impressed. However, wheels were also turning in her
brain. 'Where's this concert taking place?'

'At Bedside
Manor. In East Sussex.'

Amanda
grinned. Uncle Danny would be pleased.

'You know,
Billy,' said Brick as they leaned side by side on the balcony
watching the Knickerbockers climb into a black cab in the street
below, 'I think I need more pussy.'

'How could
you?' responded Billy. 'You've already fucked half of London
society this afternoon.'

'You forget
I've been released from the chains of enforced celibacy after five
years. And it's all thanks to you.'

'Thanks to
Arnold, you mean. I'd be cautious with his funny drops if I were
you. Too many doses might finish your love life forever.'

'Who cares? I
never thought this day would come along. That's why I want to make
it last. And I want to show my appreciation to you, my boy. I've
got a little hunch.'

Curious, Billy
followed Brick inside and watched him pick up the phone.

'Hi, Imogen -
how ya doing?'

Politenesses
were exchanged. Brick waxed fulsome about everything, meeting
Candy, the lunch party and, in particular, Billy's contribution to
his contentment. 'There's one more thing I need, Imogen. It may
sound strange but I wonder if you could spare the services of that
fine young lady who does all your bossing around.'

Billy was
taken aback. What was Brick up to?

'Yes, Katie
Crisp, she's the girl. Would she mind stepping up here to keep us
company for a spell? Tell her I'm writing a new tune called "Little
Miss Fixit" and she's the gal who's gonna fire me up.'

Brick placed
his hand over the mouthpiece and grinned at Billy. 'She's asking
her now.'

'Brick, you're
crazy. That bitch will never play ball.'

'Don't worry,
I'll get her up here. She's my present to you. You've got the hots
for her, right?'

That was true
enough, if he cared to admit it, even if his interest was fuelled
by the desire to even a few scores.

Brick was
talking to Imogen again. 'She's not available? Now listen, Imogen,
I suggest she makes herself available because if I don't get to
finish my song I might not be able to perform tomorrow night. I'm
like that. Once the goddess of creation lays her hand on my
shoulder then she won't let me do a damn thing else.'

'You corny
bastard,' muttered Billy.

Imogen was
back on the line. Brick listened and smiled at Billy. 'She'll be up
in ten minutes? That's terrific. I know her presence is really
gonna inspire me...'

Ten minutes
stretched into twenty before Katie appeared. Her face was dark with
thunder and her mouth set in a mean slit as she marched in without
a word and stood, bristling, in front of Brick.

'Why, Miss
Chris,' exclaimed the singer, 'I'm delighted you could join
us.'

'It's Ms
Crisp, Mr Tempo, and I must make it plain that I am here under
sufferance.'

'Then we'll
just have to try to ease your pain a little. Allow me to pour you a
drink. I can recommend the Thorny Cactus whisky.'

'Anything, Mr
Tempo, to make this ordeal less tedious.'

'And, Billy,
would you mind passing me my guitar?'

'Does that
worm have to remain here?' said Katie, regarding Billy
poisonously.

'Now, Katie,
Billy is crucial to my muse - just like you. In fact I want you two
to act out a little scenario for me.'

'What!'

'Billy's going
to be your boss and sit at that desk there. And you, Katie—'

'I won't do
it!'

Brick picked
up the phone. 'What's Imogen's number?' he asked Billy.

'OK, I'll do
it. But I want you to know that I am a highly qualified legal
adviser and not somebody's secretary.'

'Katie, that's
understood. Now would you mind sitting on top of the desk just in
front of Billy and sort of cross and uncross those fine legs of
yours. And would you mind slipping your skirt off first? See, I'm
getting inspired already!'

To Billy's
astonishment, Katie had gone along with it, removing her clothing
piece by piece till now she was down to a half-slip, cream
suspenders, stockings and matching panties embroidered with pink
roses. Her bulging pubis clearly revealed the dark shadow of her
abundant pussy hair beneath the semi-transparent material.

She had posed
in accordance with Brick's instructions, cursing and fuming as she
did so, while he idly strummed his guitar, making up lyrics in her
honour. All the same her hands had not been slow to unzip and
unbutton and her sturdy but graceful limbs had been tantalisingly
revealed to the obvious excitement of both men.

Katie now
perched on top of the desk, her legs splayed apart and thrusting
her pantied pudendum into prominence. Billy couldn't help observing
that the material was damp with her juices.

'This really
turns you on, doesn't it, Katie?' he said. She didn't respond but
turned her face disdainfully away from him. The skin of her
shoulders and above the scalloped bosom of her slip was flushed and
the distinctive perfume of her pussy - which Billy had cause to
remember well - was thick in the air. Much as she may dislike the
idea, the woman was on heat.

Brick had now
put down his guitar and there was silence in the room.

'Well,' said
Katie fiercely, 'can I go now?'

'Oh no, Ms
Crisp,' said Brick, 'I've finished tinkering with the tune but now
I'm looking for ideas for the video. Have you ever done any
improvising? I'd like you to do whatever feels good, you know, just
go with the flow.'

'I don't know
what you're talking about,' she replied, however she was already
tugging at the hem of her slip and lifting it over her head. She
was now naked to the waist and her small but sweetly curving
breasts shivered deliciously in their freedom.

'You're both
disgusting! Foul!' But she was tweaking her long pink nipples with
one hand, going back and forward from left to right in an
unconscious fever, pulling on them hard till they stretched into
long stiff peaks quite out of proportion to her diminutive
tits.

'Why don't you
show us your pussy?' suggested Brick softly and no sooner had he
said so than her other hand was between her spread thighs, pulling
the panty material to one side to reveal the thick mop of black
hair. Both hands were in her crotch now, delving for her slit and
spreading her swollen labia to reveal her pink wet quim.

'I suppose
you'd like me to kiss it,' said Billy, 'like last time.'

'Yes!' she
hissed, her fingers shamelessly at work in her crack. 'Yes, you
revolting degenerate bastard, I want your mouth between my
legs!'

'Well, hard
luck, Katie. This time it's my turn and first you're going to have
to suck my cock.'

Katie sucked
more than Billy's cock, she devoured him with her mouth, kissing
him all over, from his toes to his nipples, before thrusting his
bursting tumescence between her lips. She clasped him to her fast,
her hands beneath his buttocks, fingers dipping into his arse-crack
to tickle his anus and finally push a finger deep inside him as he
spurted his lust deep down her throat. The disapproving Ms Katie
Crisp was a red-hot fellatrix at heart.

After that it
was something of a free-for-all, with Katie on fire and eager for
any games of lust though the only words she uttered were curses and
insults. Stripped to just her suspenders and stockings she had
turned into antithesis of her severe everyday persona. But then
Billy had already been on the business end of those strong bulging
thighs and the insatiable pussy mouth between. And, remembering the
circumstances of his humiliation in the gym, he wanted even more
from her. Though she was giving freely of her body, he desired the
submission of her spirit.

He leaned back
against the desk, his bum on the edge, his feet braced apart, his
Arnold-inspired penis a raw and flaming sword curving up from his
loins.

'Come here,
Katie,' he commanded.

She came.
'What is it, you rat?'

He curled an
arm round her waist and pulled her towards him so her belly rested
against his, the barrel of his cock in the notch of her cunt.

'Put it in,'
he said and she did so obediently, standing on tiptoe to slide the
fat head of his member into her slot and screwing down onto it with
a lascivious swivel of her pelvis.