Hank stroked the crevice in the girl's uplifted ass with the forefingers of each hand. Again and again he swept the length of the valley from the opening of her vagina to the tip of her spine. Then he shortened the sweep until he was concentrating on her bung hole.
'Oh-h-h,' moaned the girl. Then she dove for his balls in earnest. In a second she had them both in her mouth and was working them over with her tongue. At the same time she sucked on them gently.
Hank spit on his right forefinger to lubricate it. With a fast sure movement he thrust it into her asshole. The girl jumped, releasing his balls from her mouth.
She looked up at him, her dark eyes wide with surprise and pleasure. He looked down into her sharp little face and said, 'Tell me you want to eat my fat meat.'
'I want to eat your fat meat,' she breathed.
'Tell me you want to suck me off until I explode in your mouth,' Hank panted.
'I want to suck you off until your big fat prick blows its juice into my hungry mouth,' the girl responded.
'Say it with meaning. With feeling!' Hank demanded.
'I'm going to blow you, sweetie, until I blow you out of your gord. And your juices will erupt like hot lava!' the little whore hissed with vehemence. 'How would you like that?'
'I'd like it fine! Do it!' Hank ordered as he rammed his finger in and out of her anal opening.
The girl didn't hesitate any longer. She started at the top of Hank's enormous prick, sucking away at the head. She ran her tongue around the rim and then took the whole thing into her mouth with a slippery slurping noise.
Hank's balls began filling with hot fluid. He looked into the mirror. The neon light continued flashing its gaudy colors into the room. He began fucking in time with the flashes, ramming his big rod down her throat with each thrust.
In the mirror, the whole thing looked like a pornographic psychedelic light show. She was reaming out her vagina and working on her clit. He was punishing her asshole with his finger. She was sucking him like a nursing baby, hungry to get at the lovely hot milk.
Then Hank felt the hot sperm beginning to move in his balls. He was going to come. Soon it would be shooting up the tube on its long ride through his enormous erection. Yeah, he thought, earn your pay.
'Suck me off,' he screamed. 'Suck me off good, you little bitch! Earn your pay you little whore! Suck it! Suck it!'
And she did. And he let loose. The hot stream of his gism burst from his balls, ripped through his prick and exploded into the young girl's mouth.
On and on it came in waves. It bathed the lining of her mouth and forced its way down her eager throat.
Hank pumped into her tight lips. In and out, in and out with mighty thrusts until the last drop dribbled from his penis.
The young girl accepted his load, and when he was through, she licked the last few drops off of his head with her sharp little tongue.
Hank fell back on the bed and left the girl to her own devices. She rolled over on her back and lay half on and half off of the bed.
When the panting sounds in the room had subsided, she rolled over on her side and looked up at him.
'Was that O.K., honey?' she asked solicitously.
Hank looked down at her. The climax was over and he was in a post climax depression. Suddenly the shame of having to pay this broad to do a job on him rushed over him. His penis lay shriveled and flaccid between his legs. He felt disgusted.
'Go clean up!' he growled sharply.
'But… but… but you really came good, honey. Didn't you like it?' the bewildered girl asked again.
'No!' came the sharp reply.
'But you must have,' the girl wailed. She was getting scared that he might not want to pay her. 'You must have shot off at least a pint!'
Hank realized she was afraid he might be trying to rip her off for the fee, and it made him even more angry.
'Shut up, go clean up, and get out of here!' he ordered nastily.
'But… but…'
'I told you to shut up!' Hank barked again. 'And don't worry,' he added sarcastically, 'you'll get your pay, you dirty little whore. Every cent of it!'
The girl wasn't too sure. She hadn't been whoring long and this nasty turn of events was a first for her. She couldn't understand it. She had worked him over really good, and he had responded. She had nearly choked on his meat once it had begun growing.
And when he had shot off, she'd thought the hot liquid would never stop squirting out of the fat pipe. She had had to swallow as quickly as she could just to keep up with it.
But she didn't say anything. She just hopped up, took a quick turn in the john, and put on her clothes. How could she know the shame and disgust. Hank felt having to pay a girl to mouth his juicy meat? Having to pay for sex?
She couldn't know the degradation he felt. Hank Fisher, the hottest thing on campus, the hottest thing in the office. The guy girls fell over themselves to get into bed with. Now, at age thirty-eight, he had to pay for his sex.
By the time the girl returned from the bathroom, Hank was up and had his jockey shorts on. She looked at him questioningly. He didn't say a word, just jerked his thumb in the direction of the dresser. Christ! he thought. There's no way I'm going to hand it over to her. Give her the money for the blow job out of my own hand?!
The girl's gaze followed the general direction of Hank's motioning thumb. She saw the bills on the dresser, walked over to them, picked them up and counted. It was all there. Five ten dollar bills.
She stuffed the money into her pocket book and turned back to him to say something. But the look of disgust on Hank's face made her close her mouth. She just shook her head, puzzled. And still wondering what had gone wrong, she headed for the door.
At the door she stopped and turned again. 'Uhhhh,' she began, thinking she had to say something even if it was only goodnight.
'Get out!' Hank yelled. And she did, with out wasting any more time.
When she had gone, Hank slammed his fist into the mattress. He felt violent, angry, bewildered and helpless all at the same time. Rising from the bed he walked over to the window. With his right hand he depressed the slats enough so that he could look out. The garish neon sign blinked into his eyes. 'God is Love!' it blinked on and off, 'God is Love!'
'Shit!' Hank spat out. 'That's all I needed!' He let go of the slats and almost before they had snapped back into place he had ripped the drapes shut.
He stood for a moment before the closed drapes, then sighed dejectedly and headed for the john. In the john he turned on the faucets of the stall shower, slipped his shorts off and stepped under the strong, hot stream of water.
Slowly he lathered his body and then let the rushing water rinse the foam away. He turned and let the prickling hot stream massage his back. Little by little he began to relax.
Back in bed he stretched out on his back and cushioned his head with both hands. His mind wandered back again to college, to the days when he was a real stud. Wanted and admired. When did it all end? he wondered. What happened? How does it happen that a guy who had everything going for him ends up with nothing, having to pay for pussy?
CHAPTER TWO
He remembered the day he met his wife. It had been at the height of his college football career, in his senior year. He had made the final touchdown just as the whistle blew at the end of the last quarter. It had been a tight game, the score had see-sawed back and forth.
