grotesquely obscene that a man should get such queer pleasure from feeling a woman's legs as he was doing. She wanted to slap him or better still, kick him — kick him with those high-heeled shoes he adored — С and yet she knew she dared not… now he was beginning to whine, from his throat came a strange low moaning whine, he was bending his horrid body forward, getting his flabby face to her legs, kissing her with the same slavish thoroughness that his hands had shown when fondling her.
His lips followed the path over her nylon stockings that his fingers had traced… she wanted to scream, she wanted to push him away from that unsteady crouching position between her legs… his hot lips were tracing from her ankles up to her rounded knees, from the knees up to the tops of her stockings. Despite her disgust and her shame, she felt a little excited when his hot mouth traveled from the welts of her hoses on to her bare thigh flesh. She too was breathing more heavily than usual as she nibbled at her soft pliable white flesh. She saw him rubbing that glistening bald pate of his against her smooth nylons, saw and felt him caressing her skin with his cheeks. Once or twice he kissed her more intimately, pushing her knees further apart so that he could push his large head right up to the tops of her thighs and kiss her very lightly and almost lovingly on the nylon strip of black silkiness of her panties where they covered her cunt-lips.
When he pulled himself to his feet and then helped her to get up to stand close to him, he was panting like a man who had just completed a mile race. He was sweating and shaking. 'Come on baby,' he mumbled to her. 'Come on, you know what to do, honey.'
She knew. She wanted to vomit, but that was not what he meant. She knew what he meant well enough. Her hands shook as she started to unfasten the clips of her dress and draw down the zipper. She saw those dark close- together eyes of Marko staring at her as she prepared to show off her body to him. She wore her black pointed brassiere, the sheerest of panties, the attractive girdle and those delightfully sensual nylon stockings and the ultra high-heeled shoes.
She slowly got her lush tits out of the bra and arched her body so that he could stare at her breasts as they became upthrust. He went across the room and stood as far from her as he could. 'Do your stuff,' he called out to her. She knew this game. He beckoned her and she had slowly and as provocatively as she knew how, to stroll across to him.
All the way he watched the sway of her hips, the rolling lolling of her tits, the lovely long shapely legs in the nylons. When she got near him he quickly moved across to the far wall and then beckoned her again.
For ten or more trips he made her slowly and sensually walk across the room, and then at last when he had his fill of this little game, he made her stand in front of him while he recommenced to feel and fondle her legs. He told her to adjust her bra again, and when her large full knockers were encased in the bra, as he directed, he tried to suck avidly on her nipple through the satiny fabric of the bra cup itself.
He loved to make her nipples arouse; treatment of this sort made them really hard and firm of themselves, and by keeping them tightly encased pressure on the peaks was increased, and gave her more wanton sensations.
At last he suddenly shrugged off his gaudy dress-robe. His grotesquely hairy body was revealed to her. It was not the first time she had seen it, but every time seemed worse than before. He was a horrid old man, more like a hairy beast than a man. Naked save for his slippers, he took her by the hand and led her into the bathroom that adjoined his private room. For some strange reason he was always able and always wanted to pass water while she was with him. The drill was always the same. She had to hold his prick and mutter flattering phrases about it while he urinated. It was always a heavy flush of water. Indeed, it always reminded her of a horse in the street letting the piss rush from its heavy dong. The penis of old Marko was like a stallion's; it even throbbed while she held it for him to empty himself, and after she had washed his prick and careful dried it on a soft towel, they went, arm in arm, back into the bedroom of his private apartment.
He lay on his bed, naked and erect as she slowly took off the rest of her scanties. She had to tease and tantalize him all she could as she rolled her nylons down, while she slid her panties to her feet, while she eased the elastic girdle down from her waist.
On the bed with him she knew what she had to do. Kneeling astraddle him, her ass towards his face so that he could look at her bush-hair and cunt when she leaned forward, and at the same time feel her legs with his hot hands, she lowered her face to his rampant cock. Just for a moment she hesitated, sickened again at the thought of being so completely this horrid man's sex slave, and then she opened her lips and took the foul tasting smelling cockhead into her saliva filled mouth. She was glad he always allowed her to wash his prick before she had to perform with him like this. Once she had got over the initial shock, she had learned that it was not so bad once she got the wet hot spongy cock-knob well between her lips. He never touched her cunt when she was with him, always he fondled her legs, her thighs, and her bent knees, but never did he let his hands under to her more intimate cunthole.
He was gripping the backs of her thighs just below the overhang swell of her buttocks, as he started to slowly undulate his loins up at her face. She knew when he did this she had to keep her head still, she had to let him do the actioning with his cock, she had to let him use her mouth as he would have used her cunt… pushing inwards, withdrawing almost to the tip of his rock-hard cock, then plunging in again to the back of her throat and almost making her choke. Once he had seen her close her eyes while he was doing this to her. He had been furious, he had threatened that if he had ever caught her again with her eyes closed, he would have Silas attend to her. The threat of having the brutal Silas 'attend' to them was enough to put fear in the hearts and souls of any of Marko's girls. Certainly Alice never wanted to give the bossman reason to have Silas attend to her.
It was therefore with her eyes wide open that she had this great cock see-sawing in her mouth. She was given a close-up view of the dark wiry bush of the old cuntlapper every time he thrust his cock hard into her mouth. Now and again he thrust so deeply those hairs at the base of the cock stem brushed and tickled her face. A few moments later, Alice was again in the bathroom, but this time she was alone. Old Marko was lying spent and tired on his bed, while Alice frantically washed and spat the sperm remains of his orgasm from her mouth. She knew that every girl he employed went through this ordeal at fairly regular intervals. Every girl at the club had tasted the vinegary semen of their boss man, although as far as she knew, he had never actually used them in the more normal fashion of man with woman. Perhaps he had the view that the precious cunthole between their legs was for the paying clientele, or to be used in the line of duty for the club, in the way Alice had with the not-so-lucky gambler John Graham.
Whatever his reasons, the sensual, weirdo Marko Hymes enjoyed his girls in the way he liked the best. Provided he was satisfied, there was nothing the girls could do about it. They did not get their wages at the Gregley for nothing. He bought them body and soul. And the more use he had from their bodies the better he liked it…
Chapter 2
It was not often that Marko Hymes consented to let the club he owned be used for a private and exclusive function. The gambling rooms of course were not involved in such outside lettings, but now and again, if the price was right, Marko would be served and a dance held afterwards. It was through such an affair that Brenda Miller first came into contact with men such as Marko and his henchman Silas.
Tim Miller was a representative of the sales section of a fair sized importing firm. When the firm brought all their South of England representatives into London for a conference to be followed by a dinner-dance affair, Tim was as eagerly looking forward to meeting the big-wigs of the firm as his pretty wife was of having a night in London.
Not that they lived very far outside the metropolis, as they had a nice semi-detached down Reigate way, but with Tim having a lot of traveling to do, and having to be away from home so much, it was very seldom that he and Brenda came up to town for an evening's entertainment. After looking forward to this dinner and dance for several weeks, Brenda was a little taken aback and disappointed to find that instead of it being held in a lush hotel, the firm had hired a part of what could only be described as a gambling joint or a glorified night dive.
The meal was very good, however. Marko knew how to give his customers value for money in good food as well as entertainment… and other enjoyable pleasures. After the meal, Brenda and some of the men, the young salesmen in particular — С of which Tim was a liveСwire member — С congregated together at the bar and were
