Rick knew the effect he was having on his sex-maddened mistress. He sensed every twitch and jump of her shamelessly aroused body and decided it was time to take her to the next plateau. He pulled his tongue from her ecstatically puckering anus and heard her moan in frustration, then sigh as he ran it up the wide-open lips of her cunt again and deep into the smooth heated flesh of her pussy. The warm perfumed juices were gushing into his sucking mouth already.
His head bobbing with the spasmodic jerking of her pussy mound, he suddenly pushed the outstretched middle finger of his right hand into her already-prepared rectum. He was ready for her sharp, sudden gasp of surprise and pain, and he only attacked her steaming pussy more urgently with his tongue and lips and felt her smooth ass-cheeks twisting and turning on his digit as it went in fully to the first knuckle and he began to rotate it in the warm moist confines of her back passage, stretching the constricting muscle.
"Not… so… hard!" Candy pleaded, but didn't try to escape the unnatural invasion. "It… hurts!"
"It'll feel good soon," he mumbled without taking his slavering mouth from her eagerly quivering cunt. "Relax, Candy. Trust me."
Helplessly pinned, the beautiful raven-haired actress had no choice. She closed her eyes against the obscene reflection in the mirror and felt his finger slide deeper and deeper into her clenched rectal opening until finally the wet, hard-calloused palm of his hand was flattened against her trembling ass-cheeks. And then he began to fuck his finger in and out so hard that his hand made a loud slapping sound against her wide-stretched ass-cheeks, and she found herself grinding down against it, actually wanting more. And then, further distorting her virginal rectum, a second finger slid in beside the first, making her cry out. But he had more to offer, she quickly discovered.
Rick's sucking lips moved up the glistening wide-open furrow of her cunt and closed on her erectly throbbing clitoris and his tongue lashed it in a frenzy at the same moment his thumb invaded deep into her wet cuntal passage. He thrust and sawed his hand into her thrashing body as her fingers tangled in his damp hair, pulling his cum-glistening face tight to her straining loins.
"Aaaaauuuuggghhh!!!" the aroused brunette cried out in mingled agony and ecstasy, locking her legs tight around the teenager's head and jerking so fast her lower body almost became a blur. "I'm cccuuumming aggainn!" Candy screamed. "Oh, eat me… eat me all up!"
In triumph, Rick kept at her wantonly straining body until Candy collapsed in a near-faint, unable to move as slowly his tongue and fingers stopped working on her. She lay limply, legs splayed wide, gleaming streams of cum oozing from the palpitating pink lips of her weary cunt. She managed to focus her eyes on his young, handsome face that gleamed with her pussy juices, and after a long time, spoke in a near-whisper.
"Something else," she moaned. "you are really something else! I don't suppose you can cook too?"
"I can cook. Simple things."
"You know where the kitchen is. Make us something. While I lie here and think about what a beautiful way I almost died." Slowly she reached and framed his pale-hued face in her hands, her fingers tracing the fine bone structure. "You know women."
"I know what you need," he said calmly.
"So do I-now, Rick. Could you ever love me?"
"I worship you, Candy."
"That's not the same, and you know it!" she protested.
"If I let myself love you, I would only hurt both of us. Our worlds are different. I can give you something, and you can be very good for me. Let us take what we have while it is here."
"You're right, Rick darling," Candy murmured. "I'm hungry."
She curled in the bed, satiated physically but discontent because she knew she had opened a Pandora's box and the winds would sweep her deeper and deeper into turmoil. She drowsed, and then he was back with a huge tray which suggested he had completely cleaned out the refrigerator and probably messed up every – pot and pan in the house. It was a gargantuan meal of heuvos rancheros, scrambled eggs with bits of red and green peppers, link sausages, Canadian bacon, a thick slab of ham, a quart of tomato juice, toasted French bread, and jam and an immense steaming pot of coffee. He put the entire banquet on the bed and they sat nakedly facing each other. Candy didn't think any two people could eat as much, but in half an hour not a scrap remained.
"I can't believe we ate the whole thing," Candy sighed, repressing a burp. "I never thought you could cook too!"
He grinned at the compliment. He actually liked this girl, and felt sorry that, to insure his own future, he would have to hurt her-but just enough to keep her enslaved. It would not be a malicious hurting. But she had to be subjugated in a lasting way, before she came to her senses and her brain started doing the thinking instead of her cunt. It was time to go shopping.
Rick Benton demonstrated his shopping ability quickly. Sitting naked on the edge of the bed, he used the phone. In half an hour he had bought a pickup truck, an old Chevy, a horse, a horse trailer, and arranged for an apartment. At Candy's insistence, he opened a charge account at a haberdashery on Hollywood Boulevard. He lay back on the bed as he completed the final arrangements to board the anonymous horse in luxury. His cock began to harden, and Candy could not take her eyes from it. Even as the virile teenager talked on the phone, she knelt over his loins and took his cock up into her soft warm mouth, sucking urgently.
"Hey!" he whispered, cupping his hand over the phone.
"I can't let you go away with this!" she murmured. "You might meet a girl someplace." Her lips ovalled softly around the swelling cock-head and her tongue circled the rubbery ridge, and she drew the long, thick throbbing length of him deep into her mouth and sucked until he gasped in pleasure and slammed the phone down, grabbing her tossing head.
An hour later, her mouth still rich with the pungency of the teenager's cum, Candy soaked in her oversized bathtub and told herself she had to be the world's prize idiot of the day, to get tangled up like this. Yet her life had been pointless for so long. She'd made a lot of money and was certain to make much more, but what good had it done her? She'd been so lonely. At least this fifteen year-old boy had brought her to life, made her a real woman. She was sure the eventual price would be high, and she wondered how long she could keep Rick. He was no ordinary gigilo. He had ambition and determination. He would not be content to simply live off her. He would take what she had and hopefully give good value in return, but in time he would have to do his own thing. He had too much pride to be just a fancy boy.
Sgt. Vance Dawson was a patient man. He could wait. With his walkie-talkie, he had run a license tag check on the station wagon the boy was driving. He knew who it belonged to, but not who the boy was. He knew it would be heading for the city, and he parked his red car at a drive-in where he could watch the highway. When the wagon passed with the kid at the wheel, he radioed the substation for a routine stop-and-check. At a discreet distance, he gunned the hot car behind, and saw a black-and-white CHP cruiser had the kid stopped. He passed and pulled over at the first turnout. The patrolman had what he wanted. The kid, Rick Benton, was clean.