Then, Frank’s voice, a hoarse whisper, was saying, “Tell Teddy what you want, Lisa.”
Still staring up at him, she placed her tiny white hands on his thighs. “I...I...want to...to...suck your...your cock,” she said.
“Have you asked for permission?” Frank said.
She kept looking at Teddy, “Please Frank, honey, give me permission to...to...suck him.”
“You do it good?” Frank asked.
“I promise, honey, I’ll do it good.” Her voice was little more than a frightened whisper.
“Wait till Billy serves the others.”
I gave everyone a drink and handed Frank his Scotch. Lisa hadn’t moved. The bulge in Teddy’s crotch strained against his tight jeans. Frank glanced at me, “Put down your tray, Billy, and take a seat.”
“Hey, Teddy,” Silk cried, “the hot little bitch can’t do you less you take it out.” Teddy, still staring at Lisa, unzipped his jeans and reached in to free his massive cock. It was almost as black as Dooley’s, but longer and twice as thick. “She’ll want to lick your balls, Teddy,” Silk chuckled. Teddy pushed his jeans down over his ass and then to his knees.
I sat on the floor at the edge of the rug. The scene both horrified and attracted me. I could hear Silk’s rasping and Dooley shifting on the couch to lean forward. Teddy’s huge cock had stiffened until it looked like a thick dark purple club. He and Lisa continued to stare into each other’s eyes.
“Ask him,” Frank said.
“Please,” Lisa said, “I’d like to...to lick your balls.”
Teddy didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled his cock back and held it against his hairy stomach. His heavy balls were dark and swollen. Lisa cupped them in her small hands, lifting them slightly. “Thank you,” she said, and bent her head. Her pink tongue flickered lightly over one, then the other. Bending further, she began to lick the underside of his balls. Soon they glistened with her saliva, and his thick cock began to jerk in his hand. Slowly, the pink tip of her tongue traced the swollen vein along the base of his cock. Teddy bent his knees and moaned.
Lisa paused and, looking up at him, said in a low soft voice, “This is how Frank taught me. Am I doing it right?”
“Jesus, yes! Suck me, baby, suck me.” Teddy let go of his cock. Lisa placed one hand around its base. She slid her other hand under his balls and into the crack of his ass. He gasped as one of her fingers found his opening. She looked up at him. Her bright red lips were swollen and wet.
“That’s right, Lisa,” Frank said. “You’re doin good, just like I taught you. Now, tell Teddy what you want.”
“I want you to...to come in my mouth,” she said in a little girl whisper.
Teddy shook his head, “Suck, goddamn it, suck,” he groaned. Still holding his cock, Lisa circled its tip with her tongue, flicking the underside, glancing up at him. Then, she closed her lips over its purple head. She could take no more than a third of it. As she sucked, she also rhythmically masturbated the base of his cock. I could see her other hand moving in the same rhythm as she pushed her finger in and out of his ass.
In less than thirty seconds, Teddy cried out as he pumped into Lisa’s mouth. Some of his come ran down her chin and over her breasts, spotting her blouse. Still spurting, Teddy fell to his knees, grabbing his cock and squeezing. Lisa had quickly backed away and turned to Frank for approval.
“You did all right, baby,” Frank said.
“You taught me good, honey,” Lisa crawled over to kneel between Frank’s knees.
“She’s a fuckin phony,” Silk muttered. “The little cunt still don’t think her shit stinks.”
Chapter Eleven
Something Extra
Harriet had stopped masturbating Silk and Dooley. “Save it for later,” she said. She pushed hard against Dooley’s hand, which was still between her legs. Teddy struggled to pull up his jeans. “Jesus!” he exclaimed, “I been to whore houses all across the country. I had whores give me some great blowjobs, but none of them ever done me like that.” He shook his head. “You got some woman there, Frank.”
Nestled between Frank’s legs, Lisa sat facing the group. She rested her head on his thigh. He stroked her hair. “Yeah, she learned fast.” He gently pulled her hair back so she had to look up at him. “You hot, baby?” he grinned.
“Yes, honey, you make me hot. You always make me hot.” The others didn’t notice, but I was aware of the flatness in her voice. She was just saying the words she knew Frank wanted to hear. He chuckled and released her hair. “Show our guests what happens when you get hot,” he said. Lisa bowed her head and unbuttoned her skirt. Slowly she spread her legs. Her hairless pussy oozed with come. Her labial lips and clit were bright pink.
“I think she still got an uppity attitude,” Silk whined, “Goddamn, Frank, how about me and Dooley?”
“Ask her,” Frank said.
“Hey, what you got for us?” Silk demanded.
Lisa brought her knees together and, refusing to look at Silk, answered, “Whatever Frank says.”
Frank leaned over and in a stage whisper said, “Frank says it’s up to you, baby.” He tugged at her hair so that she had to lift her head to face her tormentor.
“Whatever you want,” she said. “I...I’ll do what you want.”
“You gonna suck me off?” Silk squeaked, and waved his limp cock at her.
Before she could answer Dooley stood up, his long thin cock dangled from his open fly. “Where do you want Dooley’s black snake?” he asked.
Frank squeezed her shoulder. She looked directly at Dooley, then deliberately placed a hand on each of her knees and slowly pushed them apart revealing, once more, her glistening pussy. “Inside me,” she said. “I...I...want it inside me,” she repeated.
“Does everybody watch, or do we do it in the bedroom with the door closed?”
It was a moment before Lisa replied. She glanced up at Frank who nodded, “Everybody watches,” she said. Dooley’s cock began to stiffen. He stroked it. Lisa brought her knees together again.
“Put it away, Dooley,” Frank said. “You can fuck her later. Right now we’re going to play some poker.” He patted Lisa’s head. “Lisa here is going into the bedroom and get herself all prettied up for her guests.” Lisa rose and stood facing Frank. “There’s stuff for you on the bed and there’s an envelope with instructions.”
“Yes, honey,” Lisa said, and went quickly into the bedroom closing the door behind her.
“Bring drinks to the table, Billy.” Frank handed me the tray and his empty glass. The others followed him into the dining area and sat around the table.
“I don’t think I can get my mind on cards,” Silk complained. “I keep remembering Billy boy sittin in his living room watchin’ me fuck his high and mighty wife.” He grinned at me, revealing the yellow stubs of his broken teeth. “I made her come, too. Billy seen it.”
Teddy shook his head, “It’s hard to believe she’d fuck a dirty old bastard like you,” he said, “and in her own house.”
I went to the kitchen. I could hear them start the game. When I returned to serve the drinks, Harriet was leaning over the table speaking to Frank.
“I want her Frank. I really want her. Looking at that sweet mouth made me soaking wet.”
Frank shuffled the cards and started to deal. Instead of answering Harriet, he turned to me. “Billy, has Lisa ever done it with another woman?”
I could feel my face grow hot and my hands shook so bad I had to set the tray down. “No,” I said, “she couldn’t do that. I know she couldn’t.”
Harriet glared at me, then turned to Frank, “Remember, Frank, you owe me.”
Frank picked up his cards and fanned them out. “Seems I owe lots of people.” He studied his cards. “You’re saying Lisa can square it?”
“I want her, Frank.” Harriet’s voice was a harsh whisper.
“Well, I guess you can have her then, but on one condition.”
“What’s that?”
“She does you right there on the living room couch so we can enjoy the show.”
“Way to go!” Teddy shouted.
“Jesus, this is turning into some party!” Silk cackled.
Dooley held his empty glass out to me. I filled it. “Looks like your hot little wife’s in for a surprise,” he said.
Harriet sat back in her chair and smiled. “Agreed,” she said. “But will she do it?”
“She does what I tell her to do. Ain’t that right, Billy?”
“Yes,” I said. I started back to the kitchen.
Frank held up his hand to stop me. “We’re okay here for awhile. You go into the bedroom and help your wife to get ready. But don’t say nothing about Harriet. Not a word.”
Lisa was sitting on the edge of the bed, crying. She’d just come out of the shower and was completely naked. Next to her were a white negligee and a pair of white heels. When I entered, she pointed to the tape recorder on the nightstand. She handed me the list of instructions she’d been reading. I quickly read it.
1. Take a shower. Don’t touch your pussy.
2. Wait for Billy. When he comes in, turn on the recorder.
3. Tell him to oil and perfume your body, but he’s not to touch your cunt.
4. Tell Billy some of the things that are making you hot. Make sure what you say gets on the tape. I want the guests to hear how much you want me to fuck you.
5. Do your make-up. Tell Billy how I told you to paint your mouth and why.
6. Put on the gown and the shoes.
7. Send Billy out with the recorder, and there better be some damn good stuff on it.
8. I’ll call you when we want you.
I placed the list on the dresser. Lisa brushed away her tears with the back of her hand. She looked up at me and shook her head. She looked so terribly sad, I felt the tears come to my own eyes.
She took a deep breath and, in a voice directed toward the recorder said, “Billy, there’s oil in that bottle on the table and perfume next to it.” She stretched out on the bed, face down. “Rub me,” she said. I started at her feet. “Rub hard, Billy.” She pointed again to the recorder. “Frank says anyone can tell how sexual a woman is by looking at her feet. If she has small, even toes and a very high arch she’s going to want it all the time.” I poured baby oil on her other foot and massaged it. “Do I qualify, Billy?” She wiggled her bright red painted toes in my hand.
“Yes, Lisa,” I said, not looking up at her. “Frank is right.”
“Frank says that I’m oversexed, that I should do it...you know do it...three or four times a day.” I spread the oil over her firm legs and buttocks and began to rub, careful to avoid her wet pussy. “That feels good, Billy. Make me look pretty.” She hesitated, “I want to be pretty for Frank,” she added.
When I finished her back and shoulders, she turned. I dribbled oil over her legs, and belly, and breasts. Her nipples were swollen and hard. She gasped when I touched them. “Oh, Billy, I need it. It’s been a long time.” She shut her eyes and clenched her fists at her side. “Frank doesn’t bite my nipples, but he pinches them till it hurts. Sometimes he twists them. I love when he does that.” After I finished, she sat on the edge of the bed. Her tiny body glistened in the soft light. She pointed to the bottle of Shalimar on the small dressing table in the corner. “Frank always wants me to smell good.” She splashed the expensive cologne liberally over her body and indicated I was to rub it in. As I leaned over her, she whispered in my ear, “It’s all for the tape, Billy. I love you...I love you so much”
She could see that my cock was straining against my pants. I tried to put her hand on it, but she quickly stood up and crossed to the dressing table. “Frank likes my lips to be bright red and shiny.” She began to outline her mouth with a brush then carefully she filled in the outline with lipstick. “That’s what this gloss is for. It’s an oil that keeps my lips wet and makes them shine.” She coated her mouth with the gloss. “I always put on fresh lipstick before I...before I...” she turned away from me and faced the recorder, “before I suck Frank’s cock.” She paused, still staring at the revolving tape. “He likes me to look perfect when I do it to him like that.” She paused, still staring at the slowly revolving tape. “He wants my lips to be perfect when I…when I suck his cock.” She turned around but couldn’t face me.
She quickly applied light make-up to her eyes and pointed to the negligee. I held it for her. It was sheer nylon with lace trimming. From the thin satin straps at her shoulders to the small pearl clasp at her waist, it fit very tight. Her breasts and nipples pushed against the transparent material. It flared out from her hips and, just above her crotch, it opened. The opening widened until it reached the floor. Her legs were bare. Her pussy was easily accessible.
She looked in the mirror. “It’s a beautiful gown, isn’t it, Billy?” I tried to answer, but couldn’t. She quickly crossed to sit on the bed and handed me her shoes. I knelt before her and slipped her tiny feet into them. The heels were very high and thin. The shoes themselves were open at the toe and consisted of little more than narrow satin ribbons that crisscrossed and wrapped around her ankles and tied in bows.
“High arch,” I said, and tried to smile up at her.
“Yes, very high,” she said, spreading her legs while nodding in the direction of the recorder. She had picked up the list of instructions and read it again. “Look, Billy, do you see how wet I am? I want Frank so bad I can hardly stand it. All the while I was...sucking Teddy, I thought about Frank, about the way he does it to me...about how he makes me come.” She stood up and handed me the recorder, which was still running. “Billy, he makes me come good. I come every time!”
“I know,” I said.
She put her arms around me, the tears once more began to fill her eyes. “He expects me to say these things,” she whispered. I nodded. “Tell him I’m ready,” she said forcing a little smile. Then, she frowned and her whole body shuddered. “They are bad, Billy, all of them are horrible, but I think I can deal with them. It’s Silk, Billy. Like I said, he’s evil. He scares me.” I moved to comfort her but she turned away.
They were still playing cards. Frank took the recorder and pressed the rewind button. “Everyone needs a drink, Billy,” he said. “And there’s some sandwiches from the deli in a bag in the refrigerator. Put them on a plate and bring them out.” When I returned, Lisa’s voice on the recorder was saying, “Billy, he makes me come good. I come every time!”