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Houseboy Blues Ch. 03

Herman nudged Koh in the chest with his elbow. "Wow, look at that one. Yessss! Oh baby, check out those panties!" Beige dress, dark pink panties - Herman had a winner. And what beautiful legs were, attached to those dark pink panties; long, lean, and suggestive. Koh was amazed at Herman's brilliance, not just that he had installed the hidden cameras, but that he had gotten Jane's approval for it. Koh wasn't nearly as obsessed with underpants as Herman, but he enjoyed watching girls who didn't know that they were being watched. He had to admit though that checking out upskirts was fun, seeing how much enjoyment his new best friend got from it.

As soon as Herman heard that Pete was coming over to visit he checked and rechecked the cameras. Pete was the Donkey pimp - metaphorically speaking - having a remarkable ability for finding attractive, slutty women who were into fetish porn. Herman equated Pete with girls, hot girls, and if the past were anything to go by, they'd be wearing micro-minis. Herman didn't want to miss the show. Ordinarily he would have hung out in the living room and wagged his dick in front of the women, being a general nuisance, but now he could spy from the privacy of his bedroom and whack to his heart's delight. He texted Koh, informing him of the tasty treats that awaited...

"You spend a lot of time over there," noted Marlow. "You're not having sex with Jane, are you?" She said it just to tease, for she knew he wasn't, or assumed that he wasn't, though she never knew how close she came to being right, but she had a meeting with her agent, and then Tony would be coming over for his afternoon milking, so Koh was free to hang out with Herman. He had already cum twice for her that morning, so how much trouble could Koh get into?

Marlow was starting to wonder about Tony. She didn't mind being his sex toy, but lately he seemed more concerned with getting his rocks off than satisfying her. It had been awhile since she had an orgasm, other than self-induced ones, and if Tony couldn't deliver on that front, what good was he? And while was great to bang a former Mister Nude America, they had no relationship beyond sex. It wasn't like they went out to dinner or traveled together to distant places; all they did was fuck, and where once it had been fun and games, it now seemed perfunctory. Was it a coincidence, she wondered, that the last time he dipped his wick in her she fantasized about another man; more specifically, a man lying on his back with his legs over his head and his long spear stuffed inside of his own mouth. What's a quarter-inch anyway, in the overall scheme of things?

Connie, who had sex with both, claimed that William was a much more considerate lover than Tony, and he also took pride in getting his women off. "You haven't lived until you've had him back door," she said, whetting Marlow's appetite. She wanted the back door experience, but she also wanted to see William suck himself off again, so why not both? Marlow wanted it all.

Pete pulled into the driveway. Herman looked outside his bedroom window. As he had hoped, two young hotties in skimpy clothing piled out. "Showtime," he exclaimed to Koh, swiveling his hips to get the most sway from his burgeoning erection. Koh smiled, and Herman sat down beside him at the controls.

"So you girls wanna be in films," Jane said. "Hope you don't mind my asking, but how did you end up with a dirty, old bugger like Pete?"

Pete guffawed. "I told you," he said. "She's a corker; a corker with a potty mouth"

"We work part-time at the club."

"Come on. Pete, aren't there child labor laws?"

The girls giggled. "Hey, we're eighteen," said Jinmin. She looked over at long-legged Eva. "Some of us just barely...right?"

Eva pulled out her driver's license. "Eighteen last week," she exclaimed, proudly, waving the evidence in case anyone wanted proof. She was overly excited, unable to sit still, bouncing around in her chair, unaware that her dark pink panties were causing two men to bone-up, but had she known she probably wouldn't have cared. You see, Eva was a slut wannabe, and Jinmin too aspired to slut-dom. Both girls were prone to going braless, though in their defense, their breasts didn't really warrant one. Regardless, like almost all eighteen-year-old breasts, they were firm, perky, ripe and desirable. Long-legged Eva's summer dress was loose fitting, flowed freely and was, as Herman noted, a 'breeding ground for upskirts'.

Eva's dress in fact was so revealing that even before she sat down the pervs in the bedroom had gotten a quick glimpse of dark pink, and when she finally parked her cute butt on the couch and crossed her legs, the pink only got bigger and brighter.

"Upskirt city," Herman yelped, triumphantly. "Beige dress, pink panties; a perfect match." He looked over at Koh and exclaimed: "that's how you dress a woman!" The two men exchanged high-fives. Herman looked down at his stiff member, and then looked over again at Koh and smiled. It was getting closer and closer to blowjob time.

"And what about you," asked Jane, directing her comment to the young Asian girl with glasses.

"She's wearing a blue jean skirt," Herman said, trembling with excitement. Denim was a heavy material and wouldn't billow or fly up in a breeze, so it sucked for upskirts when a girl was standing, but when she sat down, man-oh-man, it was like Maui-Wowie; denim parted like the Red Sea, and it was almost impossible to conceal the triangular patch of cloth at its core, the pot-of-gold at the end of Herman's rainbow.

"Look at that," he exclaimed, "white ones. That's what you want to wear with a blue jean skirt! Bro, you paying attention?" Herman zoomed in. "Wow, look at that; are those polka dots?" Koh was sitting with legs spread and his cock was protruding outward. He wasn't touching it; he was just enjoying the fact that he had a hard-on and could show it off to Herman without shame. Koh found it liberating, as all men should, regardless of orientation. Herman took note. "Man, you could hang laundry on that." He reached over and gave Koh's hardened shaft a squeeze, just because he could. "Let's see who those panties belong to, shall we?" Herman maneuvered the camera controls. "Holy Jesus," he exclaimed, getting a glimpse of a cute face in glasses. "Look, is she Japanese?"

"Korean," replied Koh."

"Are you sure...wait, what am I saying; of course you know, you're Japanese." He zoomed in even closer. "Man, she makes me want to..."

Herman placed his hand behind Koh's head and coaxed him onto his weenie. He leaned his head back and relaxed, savoring the moment, but something on the monitor caught his attention, so he brushed Koh aside. A blowjob he could get anytime, but a spontaneous upskirt was fleeting. The denim skirt was shifting positions, and for a long moment the tiny white patch became a sea of white. Jinmin showed her underpants in their entirety. Oddly enough, she instinctively covered her crotch with her hand the very moment she shifted her position, and while it was insufficient to prevent an upskirt, her intention endeared her to Jane's houseboy. He thought upskirts were best when they happened to a woman who was deliberately trying to prevent it. Herman took a deep breath, "Wow," he muttered. Herman had just found the Holy Grail. From this moment on he owned Jinmin; he would always have that moment, when she revealed herself to him, even if she didn't know it. He wouldn't mind an orgasm right now, you know, just to relieve the agitation in his penis...

Eva and Jinmin were seniors at Malibu High School. Their story was that Pete had hit on them their very first day on the job, having given hints of it when they first arrived for their interview. He took one look at them and said: "you're hired," and he wasn't kidding. In his version of the story it was they who were the aggressors, making it obvious they'd be willing to exchange sex for, uh, certain favors. After-hours the spa became a personal playground for its owner, and it didn't take much to convince the two girls to get naked and join him for a romp. Pete's rod wiggled in delight, and the girls' taut, unblemished bodies spoke volumes. They started in the swimming pool, hit the sauna, and by the time they made it to the Jacuzzi it was only a matter of whom he would violate first. In the end, Pete fucked them both, he being a greedy bastard.

Relaxing in his office afterwards, the girls seemed quite interested in the Donkey videos that played in a continuous loop, which ultimately led to their visit with Jane. Porn was where the real money was, and as far as they could tell, the Donkey women had it easy; it was the men who did the heavy lifting, which appealed to them, and since they were adventurous and wouldn't mind making some real money, they'd be happy to meet with the 'Pornographer', which was how Pete referenced Jane.

The aforementioned Korean girl with glasses, Jinmin, was tiny, just under five feet, quite the opposite of Eva, and she looked like she was twelve, but of course she wasn't; otherwise Pete wouldn't have defiled her. But she wore white sneakers and white socks with her blue jean skirt, which made her look younger than her years. Jinmin's hair was straight and stopped just short of her shoulders, but it was her eyeglasses that got men's attention. Some girls simply look cuter with glasses; who knows why? Jinmin was one such girl. As soon as Herman saw her he was smitten. And it wasn't just the white panties under the denim skirt, although that may have been a mitigating factor.

"Look at this," Herman said, showing off his erection. He leaned back, spread his legs and slapped his boner from side to side. "Not bad, huh?" Koh smiled and subtly glanced down at his own package, which in all honesty, put Herman's to shame. It's not that Koh would ever hold that over him, but Herman got the message. Still, he was undeterred. "Let's have a swordfight!"

Eighteen-year-old Eva was five-foot-seven and had legs that rivaled Jane's, and were she insecure, the Pornographer might have felt threatened and sent her on her way, but the wife of a billionaire who was also a successful businesswomen on her own need not fear an eighteen-year-old bimbo, so Jane welcomed Eva's legs with open arms.

"So what's up with this Marlow chick you told me about?" Pete hadn't forgotten the deal he struck with Jane back when she was requesting the use of his spa.

"It's like I told you. I don't own her, but I can introduce you to her. The rest is up to you."

"Gee, I was hoping you'd put me in a scene with her in your porn flick."

"I would, but Marlow doesn't swing that way. She might let you jerk in front of her, but that's about it."

Pete rubbed his hands together in delight. "That'll work. Once she sees what I'm packing she'll come around." Jane thought about mentioning Big Tony, but decided against it. "When do I meet her?"

"Jesus, hold your fucking horses," replied Jane. "For all I know, she might be home right now. What's your fucking hurry?" Jane saw the lust in Pete's eyes and regretted telling him that Marlow lived right across the way. He wouldn't give her any peace now until she made the introductions. "Wait here," she sighed. "Her houseboy is in with Herman."

The girls looked at each other. Did they hear her correctly? A houseboy? They looked to Pete for answers. "It's like I said; she's a pornographer." To Jane he asked: "Speaking of Herman, how's my buddy?"

"How's your buddy? I'll tell you how your fucking buddy is. I can't even get the maid to clean his bedroom. I gotta give her an extra hundred just to go in there." To the girls puzzlement she said: "cum stains like you wouldn't believe; they're everywhere." She got up to fetch him. "Don't worry girls, he's harmless. He's just a perv. He likes panties. He probably already knows the color of yours." The girls made a yucky face, but they were still intrigued. How odd could he be?

Jane knocked on Herman's bedroom door once, as a courtesy, and then opened it and went in. She was used to seeing weird shit, so she half-expected it, but even she was surprised at their depravity. It would seem that Herman and Koh were engaged in what could be best described as a tug-of-war. They had taken the ends of a long string, roped it under their cockheads, and were straining to walk backwards, using only the strength of their penises to try and drag the other across a centerline. The process required one to maintain an erection; otherwise the rope would get undone and fall off, so it was as much a test of sexual arousal as it was a test of strength. "I'm not even gonna fucking ask," she said. "All I wanna know is whether you cunts know if Marlow's home?"

"Just remember, Koh, I would have won if Jane didn't interrupt us." Herman got his binoculars. "Tony's car is in the driveway."

"Perfect. Come on ladies, let's go. We're gonna pay her a visit."

"But if Tony's there they're probably busy, right, Koh?" The Japanese houseboy giggled and used hand gestures to indicate that they were most likely in a do-not-disturb mode.

"She won't mind the interruption," Jane replied. "That's why I'm bringing you along; if she gets pissed it won't be with me. I didn't know she was banging; you guys did."

"We're going over like this?" Herman was referring to their nudity.

"I thought you liked showing Marlow your dick; and what the fuck are you doing in here anyway? There are two babes out there." Neither man had a response, but their woodies spoke most eloquently. "I don't get it," remarked Jane. "You fucking pervs would rather beat-off together in here than dangle your rods out there in front of the girls." Jane shook her head in dismay. "And you say you wanna be Donkey boys..."

Herman blushed, but said nothing.

"Jesus Christ, Koh. What the fuck?" Koh's dick just passed the dancing and twitching phase and went into a rigid, lock-down mode, sticking up and outward at a forty-five degree angle, which gave his cock definition, clarity, and urgency. Jane looked over at the computer monitors. "You fucking pervs, spying on the girls..."

"He like white panties," Koh replied, which both men thought hilarious, and they burst out laughing.

"Oh Jesus, the Chinese one..."

"Korean," interjected Herman. "And you saw her panties too?"

"How could I not? She's flashing them like there's no tomorrow."

Herman defended Jinmin. "It's not her fault," he said. "It's her skirt; there's nothing you can do about denim." Koh giggled uncontrollably.

Jane looked over at the large monitors. The two girls were happily chatting away, so she assumed, for she couldn't see above their waists. But she could see a touch of pink and a dollop of white. Better they perv in here, she thought, than out there, thus validating her decision to allow cameras. She had even noticed a change in Herman, which was probably linked to the removal of his cock-clamp, all made possible by the camera installations.

"You fucking pervs." Jane smiled devilishly. "Hold those bones for now. I got an idea." Seeing their reluctance, she grabbed each boy by the arm and dragged them out of the bedroom. Herman used his one free hand to cover up his genitals, because first impressions last the longest, and he didn't want to be seen as Jane's bitch. Jinmin might lose respect for him. His modesty surprised Koh, but if Herman wanted to cover up then so too would he. Neither houseboy understood that their apparent shyness only made their nudity more conspicuous, so it was a rather comical sight for the young ladies to process, Jane dragging two naked men into their midst, who seemed embarrassed by their predicament.

Introductions were made, and when Jinmin rose and offered her hand to Herman, he had no choice but to remove his from his crotch and shake hers. The warmth or her touch caused him to melt, not to mention the panty exposure she offered when rising from the couch. Herman must have subconsciously forgot about modesty, because he began using his willpower to try and wag his cock and create some movement. Koh's was already bouncing all over the place, and Herman felt the need to keep up with him.

Herman had claimed dibs on Jinmin, so Koh switched his attention to the long-legged girl with the pink panties. She was his preference anyway. The way she sat, with her legs crossed, showing a lot of thigh...Koh liked thigh; even if didn't know it beforehand, he certainly realized it now, especially long and supple ones with not a trace of fat, like Eva's.

"Part of being a Donkey girl," said Jane, addressing the girls, "is having men masturbate in front of you. It's for your visual pleasure, or at least that's how we sell it. Our motto is bones and minis. You girls got the minis...boy do you have the fucking minis, and as we can see, our boys got the bones." Everyone got the mini reference; she might as well have said 'upskirt' instead. The girls were able to gauge the impact they had on the cocks, which had no place to hide, and the men no longer faked embarrassment. Herman and Koh couldn't stop smiling, but they stood at the ready, standing so close together their shoulders were touching, their gaze riveted on the girl's crotches, which made them uncomfortable, mostly because they weren't used to men being so open about it. "It's too late for modesty, ladies," said Jane, "as I shall demonstrate." To Herman she asked the color of Jinmin's panties.

Herman beamed proudly. "White, with tiny polka dots," he replied. Jinmin recoiled, wearing a look of disgust on her face. Herman feared he had lost her, but then his voice of reason took over. If she was willing to be a porn player, her knowing that he was a panty pervert shouldn't be a deal-breaker, but why the recoil and look of disgust? A girl should be proud that a man was turned-on by her panties. It was an acknowledgement that he found her desirable, wasn't it?

Koh smiled broadly and said 'pink' in a voice bursting with confidence when asked about Eva's choice of undies. He didn't care if she knew he had seen them. He was naked and his dick was bouncing, with new western goddesses at the ready. Two more women for him to fantasize about whenever he next masturbated. He was in fantasyland, where all the women were glamorous, and he was naked. Where masturbation was encouraged and not frowned upon; where masturbation became a shared sexual act. It need not be solo; whacking was better when you had an audience...

Koh loved being naked; penises weren't built for confinement. Having been aroused to no end in the bedroom, and without having a release, it was safe to say that he was nearing overload. In anticipation of an orgasm, his cock began to boil to where he feared a premature ejaculation. Jane sure knew how to create sexual tension. He clenched his fists in an attempt at self-control, but he was leaking fluid. A long strand of pre-cum was dangling precariously from his pee-hole.

"I think he's about to pop," Pete said, laughing. The girls, meanwhile, covered their mouths and stared with eyes open wide. No matter how sexually active they might have been, nothing could prepare them for Donkey-world. Pete was simply a lecher, but Jane was a real pornographer, and she wasn't a poseur; she lived the life, with two naked boys under her control. And, as Jane stated, the reason girls wore minis, the reason they showed off their crotches and their panties, was to titillate, because it was through titillation that women were able to control men. A boner was a victory for the woman, not the man.

"To be a Donkey boy," continued Jane, "you need to be able to get a hard-on and beat-off on cue in front of gorgeous ladies like yourselves. Now I know it looks like Koh's gonna cum first, but don't underestimate Herman when it comes to beating-off." The girls were amused that Jane was able to talk so casually about sex, but they loved it; it was something they could aspire to. "Petey boy, I got fifty bucks that says Herman wins."
"You're on."

Jane massaged Herman's shoulders and whispered into his ear. "I know you're sick enough to beat him. Don't let me down." Then, in a louder voice for all to hear, she said, as she stepped away: "just think about Jinmin and those white panties."

"This is so embarrassing," he groaned, but he was pretending. He was what he was, and jerking was his specialty. Being typecast wasn't that bad, and he really could use a good ejaculation. He would have shot a load by now had Jane not interrupted them in the bedroom, and he was past due. If Jinmin didn't like it, then so be it, but her denim miniskirt and white panties suggested otherwise. "I get half the money if I win," he said to Jane.

"That's my boy." Jane rubbed his ass. "Pete, wanna make it a hundred?"

The men had positioned themselves directly in front of the girls, the better to see their crotches, as if they needed more incentives. Jerking in front Eva was much better than jerking in private with Herman, thought Koh. If only she'd look at him, show him a sign...something, anything. Jinmin was making eye contact with Herman. She even shook his hand. Eva, meanwhile, had given Koh nothing. Still Koh could imagine the four of them on a double date, and if the girls didn't want to fuck them, maybe he'd suggest that he and Herman put on a fag show, as a way to get them aroused. Koh would take a dick up the ass for Eva - Herman's anyway. But what he wanted most was a third notch on his belt, and he wanted Eva to be the one.

What the hell was Jane waiting for? Stop talking already; Herman wanted to jerk. He needed to jerk. He had finally gotten back in Jane's good graces and was ready for his reward - this was his reward, right? What better way to sexually initiate his dream girl than to have her watch him whack? Jinmin would see him at his best. When Jane finally gave the command to commence jerking he quickly grabbed his tool and yanked it with urgency. He too had seen Koh's pre-cum, and he knew he had ground to make up.

Koh remained calm and serene, a man with complete confidence in his dong and his ability to control it. Very smoothly and rhythmically did he manipulate his penis, letting his arousal, and Eva's crossed thigh, drive his train. He wasn't more than a few seconds into his routine when he felt a tingle in the base of his balls, which surged rapidly through his loins and then into his shaft. He began to breathe heavy and made grunting noises. He shifted his feet for better support - the countdown to liftoff had begun.

As if propelled from a grenade launcher, a huge pellet of thick cream shot out in the ladies' direction. Traveling at about three-fifths-of-a-mile-in-ten-seconds, it landed at their feet and splattered harmlessly away, although Eva felt the spray, since she was wearing open toed sandals A jizz-explosion followed, a tidal wave of fluid, airborne, a salute to the honored female guests, who were bemused by it all.

Pete laughed. "What a cummer," he noted. "The kid's got potential."

Why is it that females applaud the male performance after he ejaculates in such a circumstance? Whatever the reason, it made Koh feel proud, made him feel like a man. Even Eva had joined in. A warm glow engulfed Marlow's houseboy. He'd remember this moment for a long time.

"Motherfucker," Jane said, looking in Pete's direction. She looked at her watch. "Seventeen seconds. Tough to beat."

But Pete had turned his focus to Herman. Pete was almost exclusively straight, but he did like getting his prostate massaged with a dildo by a domme, and he also had a weakness for Herman. The young man was proficient at sucking cock, and Pete liked him. "There he goes," he announced, as Herman finally unleashed his semen to the waiting crowd. Herman didn't care that Koh had beaten him. Finishing second was better than not finishing. And let it be said that both houseboys were sufficiently trained to where they cleaned up their cum without even being told to. That was Jane's takeaway.

****

"Not bad, not bad at all." It took some doing, but Marlow had finally gotten William alone. Connie was out of town, but she had been anything but monogamous lately. Bonking Hideki he could understand; he was the man with the money, which made it all possible, but Tony? That one hurt. Big Tony seemed to hold all the aces, but William had one up his sleeve. Was there a better way to get back at him than having a one-on-one with his girl?

William didn't like sucking himself off for an audience without a special reason. Aside from the performing-seal, singing-for-his-supper aspect of it, which he loathed, he had to be in the mood, he had to feel it; he only agreed to it for the Soapland episode as a favor to Jane, who was now telling him that should he perform for Marlow. "I am authorized to tell you that should you suck your dick for her, she'll make it worth your while."

Was that was enough of an incentive? William decided it was, and when Marlow greeted him at her front door wearing just a thong bikini he knew he made the right decision. She suggested they go outside to the swimming pool, where she had a large air cushion laid out. She was certain that Koh and Herman were in the hillside with binoculars.

"Every drop of cum that lands on your face I'll lick off. How's that for a deal?" William was already sold, and if he weren't, the thong bikini would have clinched it.

"Do you want me to strip, or do you want to strip me?" Always a gentleman, he gave Marlow the choice.

"Gee, that's a tough one; why don't you strip to your speedo and I'll take over from there...Wow, my mistake." Marlow grinned from ear to ear. She never figured him for tighty-whities, but it definitely had an effect on her. They made him look sexy. Tony may have been bulkier, but William was buffed is a more user-friendly sort of way. His muscles served to enhance his body, to accentuate his already sculptured frame, whereas Tony's muscles dominated. Marlow lifted the waistband of his underpants and peered inside.

"You are really attractive," William said. "I don't usually judge woman by their glamour...aah..."

Marlow reached in and made contact with the shaft, causing William to gasp. She must have struck a nerve, because he reacted as if he had just been set him on fire. Keeping one hand on the prize, she licked his nipples for several minutes, sliding down his body very slowly, to heighten the sexual arousal. By the time she pulled his underwear off his cock was sufficiently responsive to strike the side of her head.

Having gotten him naked, Marlow stepped back to admire the work. William was user-friendly all over. Tony had a club; William had a spear. Tony's threatened; William's enticed. Tony's bent; William's ballooned. The more his penis hardened the more the skin pulled pack on the shaft, and the tiny orbital ball which of a cockhead suddenly took on a more prominent role, visually-speaking, but it was still an orb. How odd, how intriguing, and how enticing - and besides, what was a quarter-inch anyway? It wasn't the meat, right; it was the motion, and from what Marlow heard, William's motion was to die for, notwithstanding the extra-large sized portion of meat that could allegedly penetrate like a drill bit. "My god, I could devour you right now!"

One thing about Marlow was that her brain was usually able to overrule her passion, so she resisted the temptation to throw herself at William and instead directed him to the air mattress, which had been covered with a large towel. "You sure you want me to do this?" William wouldn't have minded dispensing with the preliminaries and get right down to the main event, for all indications were that his cock was going to wind up in Marlow's pussy, so why wait?

But Marlow was one step ahead of him. If I get him to cum now, she thought, he'll be able to fuck for a long while; long enough for me to get off. Now she had plenty of options; she could suck him, jerk, him, have him whack - but why not have him put on a show? She earned a show, especially for what she was going to give away. Marlow was desirable enough to where she could usually get men to submit to her will, so William, not surprisingly, got down on the mattress, rocked himself a few times and, with a final thrust, got the lower half of his body to extend over his head, with his penis dangling perilously close to his mouth.

Marlow laughed. "Looks like you've done it a few times." William didn't answer; a mouthful of penis made it difficult to talk. She went around and held on to his ankles, giving him support, so he could concentrate on the task at hand. From that angle she could see the underside of his shaft as it entered his mouth. She saw the tongue action; she saw how he liked to lick his cockhead in a roundabout fashion, and she saw that he liked to use a herky-jerky motion when he put hand-to-penis. William was a seasoned porn player, he knew all about money shots, and Marlow did say she'd lick the cum off of his face, so he pulled his rod from his moth and Marlow got to see semen at the moment of birth, right as it was ejecting put of his pee hole and into the stratosphere, at least imaginatively; reality-wise, William's face was the stratosphere. Due to the tight confines there really wasn't much space for the juice to go anywhere but on William's face, so Marlow had her work cut out for her.

A man had just cum on his own face as a gift to her - that was Marlow's takeaway. She still had it, and she wasn't afraid to use it, nor to flaunt it.

Back in a prone position, Marlow stretched her body over his, and when her face reached William's her tongue made quick work. What she did next surprised her - it was spontaneous, but she planted a moist, wet kiss on William's lips, and then she worked her tongue inside his mouth. When it made contact with William's it was Marlow's turn to experience the proverbial jolt of electricity.

William rolled over, picked Marlow up, and playfully tossed her into the swimming pool. He jumped in after her, and their lips met once again in the water. Seconds later he had picked her up again and gently lowered her on to the mattress, her bikini having disappeared somewhere in the pool.

"Amongst the girls there's a nickname for you," she said.

William grinned. "What is it?"

Marlow blushed. "I can't tell you; it's embarrassing."

"Really? I've cum on my face, you licked it off, and you can't tell me?"

"Okay." She giggled. "They call you backdoor Billy."

"They do, do they?" He grinned some more. "Well, you know what they say? I can't do a backdoor Billy until I get your cunt sloppy wet."

"My," said Marlow, in an exaggerated manner, as William's tongue started in on the road to sloppiness.

He paused for a moment, lifting up his head to say: "By the way, I guarantee you'll have an orgasm. I guarantee it."

"That's what I heard."

"And if I deliver the goods...and I will...it will cost you."

"Cost me what?"

"Everything you own," he replied. Was he intentionally vague? Did he mean he was going to take Tony's place at the head of the line? Was she going to become his sex slave? Marlow didn't have much time to ponder those thoughts, because she had a sloppy vagina, and it was begging for a backdoor Billy.

Marlow shook like never before. She was on her hands and knees and she had angled her butt as skyward as she could. William was practically standing, bent slightly at the knees, and yet he was able to insert his rig into her tight-fitting crevice. Due to the unusual point of entry, the angle allowed his cock to reach places that had never before felt a penis. But it wasn't the angle alone; having a twelve-incher was what made it possible.

It was a new sensation, a new kind of arousal, but damn did it feel good. It was so good it was overwhelming. Marlow screamed. How long she had been screaming she couldn't say. It didn't seem to have any impact on William; he was probably used to it.

Twenty minutes, thirty, Marlow couldn't tell. It seemed to go on forever. She had lost count of her orgasms. Two for sure, perhaps three, although that one might have been an extension of orgasm number two, which might have been the best orgasm of her life! Her body had gone limp, allowing him to do as he pleased. And when William was ready to spill his seed she made sure he put dick to face, her face, and drench her with everything he had. Right before the drenching her last memory was the spear, and the way that it glistened, lacquered by her own juices, and the brawny arm that pulled on the pulsating, vibrating, tool of pleasure until she was blinded by the light -white light, as in semen-white.
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