"You really are hard-up," Pam said softly. "Why don't you leave your cold wife?"
"Because I really like her as a person," Charlie admitted. "It's not, her fault that she doesn't like sex and she doesn't complain about my paying for a little entertainment."
Pam stripped off his shirt and bent her head to his nipple. Her teasing tongue soon made it hard. Pam felt a tingle between her legs.
It was no secret, that Pam liked sex. That was the reason she had become a highly paid prostitute. It didn't matter who the sex was with. As long as the man was gentle, she enjoyed it. Charlie Fisher was a gentle man, but he was also with a huge cock. The first time she had seen it, Pam had been amazed. The cock did not suit short Charlie. It was a magnificent thing, huge and reddened with lust, and never failed to make Pam tremble.
She slipped his zipper down and unbuckled his trousers. She pulled them down and kicked them off. He wore no shorts. His prick was already hard.
"Charlie," she said. "Oh, Charlie."
She bent her head to tongue it. He groaned and he began to squeeze her tits. Quickly Pam pulled back. She wanted that huge thing between her legs. She stripped off her blouse and arched her back.
Charlie's lips fell to her tits. She was proud of them. There was far more than a simple mouthful, and Charlie was using his tongue to good advantage.
Both of them sank to her soft carpeted floor. Charlie's busy hands were immediately beneath Pam's short skirt. Pam gasped with delight as Charlie pushed her skirt up above her waist and began to nuzzle at her pussy. Even through her panties she could feel Charlie's rough tongue.
"Oh, take my panties off," Pam pleaded. "Oh, take them off, Charlie! I want to feel your tongue inside me. Oh, please, Charlie!"
Charlie laughed as he pulled her panties down and buried his face in her red pubic hair. Her pussy smelled good to Charlie. He flicked experimentally with his tongue and Pam jumped and began to pull at his head.
"Eat me, Charlie," she begged. "Oh, eat my cunt. Give me all your tongue deep inside. I love it, Charlie. I love your tongue in my pussy!"
Charlie glowed himself to be pulled downward into her crotch. Her pubic hair smothered him. Her cunt was being pushed at him and he loved it. He drove his tongue inside. She spread her legs wider so that there was no part of her he could not reach.
As he ate her, he began to fondle her tits. They felt good and hefty in his hands. Solid, creamy flesh that made his cock feel like rock.
His tongue found her clit and she cried out in pleasure. He began to gently massage her clit with his tongue and teeth and Pam began to move more urgently.
"Damn!" she cried. "That's it, Charlie! Oh, eat me. Fill me up with your tongue. Fuck! It feels so good. Nobody can eat pussy like you can, Charlie. Oh, it feels so fucking good!"
Charlie knew that she was not just saying the words without feeling them. He could taste the fire and urgency in her cunt. He knew by the frantic way her fingers tugged at his hair, his ears, and his fingers that she was not just mouthing words.
Charlie fucked other whores, but none were as good as Pam. None enjoyed it as much as Pam. Now Pam was jerking wildly underneath him and he knew she was nearing her finish.
"Fuck!" Pam cried. "There's nothing like a good cunt-eating. And you eat it so good, Charlie. Oh, God, Charlie, I think I'm coming. Oh, I know I am. Eat my pussy, Charlie! Eat it good."
Charlie doubled his efforts to make her come. He liked the feeling of power having Pam so helpless beneath his tongue. He began to squeeze her tits harder.
"Jesus Christ, Charlie!" Pam yelled. "I'm coming. Your tongue's making me come! Oh, damn, Charlie. Eat up all my juice. Eat it all!"
Pam's ass bounced off the floor in a shuddering climax and Charlie found himself drenched in her juices. He didn't mind. He loved the taste of cunt. He sucked and lapped until Pam quit trembling.
"Damn!" Pam said softly. "You sure know how to eat a girl, Charlie."
"The pleasure's all mine," he answered.
Pam tugged at him until he raised up. She pulled him up on her. He lay on her soft tits and his prick was jumping at her cunt.
"Let me taste me," Pam said, and Charlie bent his head to her lips. Her tongue was fiery as it searched his lips and mouth for her cunt's juices.
Charlie couldn't wait any longer. He gave a shove and his prick was partly inside her. Pam nodded.
"Easy with that thing, Charlie," she said. "You could put a girl out of business."
But already Pam's hips were moving, her twat trying to suck in more of his hard cock. Charlie obliged her. He pushed until his prick was inside her. He lay quiet for a moment, liking the feel of her tits against his chest and her warm cunt walls against his prick.
But Pam would not let him remain still. Already her ass was moving and her fires were building again. He began to pump in and out, trying to drive her ass deeper into the soft carpet.
"Oh, yes," Pam cried. "Oh, yes! That's the way to fuck me. You've got a big cock. I love your cock!"
He took pleasure at her words. He felt the tingling in his balls and he wished he could put it off for a few moments. But he knew that time was growing short and he needed to finish.
He began to fuck harder, his tongue racing into her mouth. Her experienced hands went beneath their bodies and began to play with his balls. In a moment he could feel the tingle grow and he knew it would be only a few moments more.
"I'm coming, baby!" he cried. "I'm coming!"
"Yes," she said. "Come inside me. Fill me with your cum! Drive your cock deep inside me. Fuck me good and hard!"
He could hold it no longer. His prick jerked and he felt the warm rush of sperm pouring from his cock. She pushed her cunt up at him so that she could capture every drop.
He fell away from her exhausted and immediately she was on top of him licking at his cock and drawing the last of his jizz from his prick.
"Oh, baby," he said, as she finished licking him clean, "you're the best!"
CHAPTER SIX
Pam wrapped herself in a robe after Charlie left. Charlie was good, but he had left Pam with an edge. She could feel her muscles tensed and ready, and she almost wished that another of her clients would show up.
Almost. Really, she didn't think she was in a mood to handle any more, even if she did feel sexy. It had been a long and tiresome day.
She and Al had made four films that day. Four short features that would soon be running in porno movie houses all over the country. She enjoyed doing the films and they paid well, but they were tiring.
She went in to look at her new young lamb and found her sitting up.
"Well," Pam said. "It's nice to see you up and around again."
"Where am I?"
"In my apartment. My name's Pam Hodges. "What's yours?"
"Linda Kay." A puzzled expression came over her face. "How'd I get here?"
"I brought you here. I thought you might get cold in that alley."
Linda Kay's eyes misted. She remembered the pain of the horns before. Her back and arms throbbed with agony and she began to sob. Pam put her arms around her and drew her close.
"Hey," she said. "It's all right now. You're safe here. How'd you get in that alley, anyway?"
Linda Kay felt the warm friendliness of the girl. She began to pour out her story in heartbroken sobs. She told about her stepfather beating her and she had to run away and then the deputy raping her. And then the teen-age gang. It was almost too much to bear.
"Those bastards," Pam said. "You really have had it bad."
While she nodded in sympathy, Pam had been running her fingers lightly down Linda Kay's warm skin. The young girl was interestingly sexy, all youth and innocence except for the sudden growing up that was evident in the eyes.
Pam knew how Linda Kay must feel. Pam had been raped by a group of boys when she was only sixteen and sex had been very confusing for a long time after that. Pam had thought that she would never know how to enjoy sex, but a good and gentle teacher had taught her differently.