A Bestiary of Unnatural Women (23 page)

She had to act now and the only thing that
she could do was to slip off the stool, go to Walt and ask him what
the hell he was doing back there.

Her skirt caught on the sweaty fake leather
and hiked all the way up to completely uncover both ass cheeks and
flash a clear outline of her pussy pressing against the thin red
material that covered her crotch.

She was beyond worrying about the niceties
but the men in the bar were not. There was an audible collective
gasp at the accidental partial strip tease and the sexual tension
in the room rose another notch.

Walt looked at her with new appreciation.

As she pushed past the old man who was waving
his twenty-dollar bill in her direction, she ignored what he was
saying. So intently was she concentrating on getting to her savior
that, in all honesty, she could not say if he had made an actual
offer to pay for a blowjob or not.

Following the old man’s lead, several other
men waved their money in her direction and began shouting, but the
rising cacophony of conflicting voices rendered them all
unintelligible. She heard the word, “blowjob,” more than once, but
was unable to make out any specific offer.

At least that’s what she told herself. And,
given a little time, she knew that she would be able to convince
herself that it was true.

Someone grabbed at her right tit and a couple
of others snatched at her ass, but she shook their paws off and
kept tottering toward Walt on those precarious heels.

When she finally made it to his table, she
slid into the chair next to him, leaned over and said, “Thank God
you’re here, Walt. I was scared stiff.”

The cacophony abated somewhat. The other men
in the room understood that she had chosen her first customer and
were willing to wait their turn, at least for a while. By and
large, everyone turned back to their own business, but eyes kept
sneaking peeks in Hillary’s direction, half expecting that she was
going to start servicing the man right there in the middle of the
bar and not wanting to miss any part of her ongoing free sex
show.

“I can see why,” Walt said. “You’ve got quite
a fan club here. I’ve never seen so many hard-ons in one place in
my life. You can smell the lust all the way out the door. You’re a
raging success, dear. A raging success. I figure, if you get
started right away, you’ll be finished shortly after midnight. That
assumes that no one wants seconds and that not many more men
arrive. But if word spreads outside, to the other bars on the
strip, you may be here until well after closing time. You better
get to it before word spreads because, even in the best case, your
knees are going to be on fire and your jaw’ll be aching something
awful before you’re done. But if you swallow every drop you milk,
you won’t leave here hungry. That’s for damn sure. There’s enough
jizm collecting in those sacs to fill you up good. You’re a hell of
a woman to volunteer for this duty. A hell of a woman.”

Hillary began to cry. Big fat tears ran down
her cheeks – it was fortunate that she had used waterproof eyeliner
and mascara, and that she had no other makeup on her face. “Why are
you doing this to me, Walt? I don’t understand. I’m your wife. You
have to help me.”

“Hell, no, I don’t. For twenty years you’ve
insisted that you know better than me about every little thing from
how I should pay the bills to how often the oil needs to be changed
in the car. And every time I said anything about it, you launch
into a screaming fit and freeze me out of the bedroom for another
week. And you made it damn clear that if we ever broke up, you were
going to take the children and I’d never see them without
supervision again. That was one of your damned unbreakable
promises. Remember? Well, that ends now. You made this decision on
your own, so you can damn well live with it.”

“I don’t understand why you’re so angry at
me. This is something that I’m doing for you. You said that you
wanted me to be more adventurous so here I am, being as adventurous
as I know how.”

“So don’t do it. Just get up and walk out of
here.”

She looked at him with teary eyes. “I can’t.
I made you a promise and I’ll never break my word to you. Never.
That’s the one thing that you can count on, no matter what.”

“Then you’re stuck, aren’t you? Tough luck
for you.”

“Please let me take you into the bathroom and
suck your cock. Please. That’s all I want. That’s all I wanted all
day.”

“No.”

“Please. I’m begging you. Let me suck you off
and I’ll do anything you tell me to do. Anything. Please.” She
grabbed his hand and squeezed all her desperation into it.

He was silent for a long time, then said,
“Anything I want?”

“Anything. That’s a promise.”

“An unbreakable promise?”

“Yes.”

He was silent for another long period.
Someone in the back of the bar yelled out, “Come on, guy. Get on
with it. We’re all waiting.”

He looked around at the leering faces, then
back into his wife’s eyes. Then he pulled out his wallet, pressed a
twenty-dollar bill half into her cleavage and said loudly, “Okay,
baby. Here’s twenty bucks to suck my cock. And you better earn
every penny of it.”

“Thank-you,” she sobbed quietly, and pulled
him toward the Men’s room to a chorus of cheers, the twenty-dollar
bill sticking out of the tube top, showing all the world how much
she was worth.

Walt let her close the bathroom door, then
leaned against it.

Hillary said, “Thank-you, dear.”

“Don’t ‘dear’ me. You’re just a whore and I’m
paying you so get on with the job.” His voice was cold.

“Yes, sir,” she replied in a shaky voice. She
raised her miniskirt to her hips, revealing her bare ass and tiny
thong in all its glory for his inspection, then sank to her knees
before him. The floor was filthy, the smell of stale urine
atrocious. It was exactly the degrading ambiance that she had
imagined all week. She unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his waistband,
and then carefully pulled down his zipper. She did not want to
catch any bit of skin and put him out of the mood. She felt as
though her life depended on doing this right. She wasn’t far wrong
about that.

He gave her no help whatsoever, but she
managed to slip his pants over his hips and down to his knees. His
boxers soon followed. He was already erect, for which she was
thankful.

He thrust his naked crotch toward her face
and said, “Do it.”

She looked up at his face with an expression
that approximated adoration, then grabbed the top edge of her tube
top and pulled it down to her waist, letting her tits spring
free.

Walt smiled down at her. It was not a loving
smile.

She began licking gently, alternating swirls
around the head of his cock with strokes down the length of the
shaft. After a minute of that, she took the head into her mouth,
opened her jaws wide to keep her teeth out of the way, and gently
sucked while bobbing her head slowly back and forth, drawing more
of him into her mouth with every pull until he was pressing against
the back of her throat.

She kept swallowing hard to keep her gag
reflex under control while she took more and more of him.

While she worked him with her mouth, she
squeezed and massaged the base of his cock with both hands.

As his breathing deepened, he began moaning
and thrusting forward to meet her. She worked him faster and
faster, feeling her tits flopping and banging against her chest in
wild abandon.

Listening to him moan louder and deeper, she
realized that she was good at this. Really good. Who would have
guessed that she would be a naturally talented cocksucker?

When he came, thick and long into her mouth,
she began swallowing. And swallowing. Never before had she realized
how long a man’s orgasm could last. During all their years of
normal lovemaking, she had thought that he had just squirted into
her a couple of times and that was the end of it. Now, though,
experiencing his orgasm so intimately, she realized that after the
main ejaculation there were a series of secondary contractions
where nothing much came out, but still kept him gasping with
pleasure.

She was happy to stay on her knees on the
filthy floor, keeping him in her mouth, gently licking and sucking
him clean until he had gone completely soft again.

Finally, she gently raised his boxers and
pants and then began refastening them.

Only when she had redressed him completely,
did she rise to her feet, put her arms around him, press her naked
breasts into her shirt, bow her head against his neck and say,
“Thank-you. That was wonderful.”

He merely replied, “You owe me a favor, now.
You promised that you would do anything if I let you suck me
off.”

She nodded into his neck and whispered, “Yes.
Anything. You only have to ask and I will do it.”

“Good. I want you to pull your panties off,
go out there, pull your skirt up to your waist, bend over a chair,
and invite every man in the place to fuck you in the ass.”

She looked up at his face, not believing what
she had heard. As the meaning of his words sunk in, she began to
shake uncontrollably. “What?”

“You heard me. You promised that you would to
do whatever I asked. Unconditionally. I want you to let every man
in this bar fuck you up the ass. Actually, I want you to beg them
to fuck you up the ass. For free. Your imminent mass ass fucking is
on the house. Are you going to renege on your promise to me?”

Hillary began sobbing.

Walt let her sob, felt her soaking his shirt
with her tears, and waited to see what she would say.

After a long time, she said, “They’ll tear my
asshole wide open. I’ll have to go the emergency ward when all
those men are through with me.” Her voice was shaking so badly that
she could barely form the words.

“So? What concern is that to me? I don’t care
if you have to get your asshole stitched back together later.
That’s your pain, not mine. Are you going to honor your promise to
me or not.”

Her voice was shaking even worse when she
said. “You know that I’ll never break a promise, no matter what the
cost.”

“Okay, then. Get to it.” He was
implacable.

“Can I have some lubrication? Can I at least
try to avoid some of the damage?”

“I couldn’t care less. Lube all you want. You
got some KY on you?”

“No. I didn’t think I’d need any lube to give
you a blowjob.”

“Looks like your plans weren’t quite as
complete as you thought.” He shrugged. “Go ask the bartender if he
has any butter. That’ll work well enough for a slut like you. Don’t
worry. After the first few men have broken you in, your asshole
will be gaping open wide enough to admit a subway train. Which is
apt because you’re going to be pulling a hell of a train
tonight.”

Hillary wiped her eyes as best she could and
left the bathroom. A chorus of catcalls and crude comments followed
her all the way to the bar. This time, though, no one grabbed at
her. All the men in the room had formed a line across the bar, each
waiting patiently for his turn with her. This was the train that
she was going to start pulling in a few minutes.

Only she and Walt knew what a treat was in
store for them: one far more special than they had yet
imagined.

When she got to the bar, the bartender said,
“What’ll it be, miss? Another Coke to wash away the taste? Or maybe
now you need something strong enough to wash away the memory? I
recommend a few vodka shooters.”

She tried to speak, but her voice failed her.
Then she tried again and succeeded in croaking, “Do you have any
butter? I need a lot of butter.”

“Yeah. I got butter back in the kitchen. But
you’ll have to pay for it. We don’t give nothing away for free
around here.”

I’ll be giving something away for free
pretty soon
, she thought but didn’t give voice to it. Instead,
she carefully placed the twenty dollars that Walt had paid her on
the bar and said, “I need as much butter as that will buy.”

“That’ll buy enough for whatever you got in
mind,” the bartender replied, looking down at her crotch, guessing
what was in store for her. “I’ll be back in a minute.” He scooped
up the bill.

True to his word, he returned with a large
tub of soft margarine. “That’s half gone, but I imagine that what’s
left in there should do you for the rest of the night.”

She carried the margarine back to the Men’s
room, cradling it like it was the crown jewels. Walt was standing
in the alcove right outside the door where he had been watching
her, waiting to see if she made a break for the exit. When she
walked back to him without even looking at the door to the street,
he had to admit that she was being a hell of a trooper right to the
end.

She carried the margarine inside. She didn’t
have to let every man in the bar watch her butter up her own
asshole. Walt had not mentioned that in his request. Though he
probably would have if he had thought of it.

She let him watch her through the open door
as she pulled off her thong, squatted down, scooped three fingers
of margarine out of the tub, and rubbed it around the rim of her
asshole. Then she pushed what was left inside. She continued
scooping margarine out and pushing as much of it as far up her
asshole as she could. Once the fucking started, she might not get a
chance to do this again so it was important that she pack as much
inside as possible now.

When she judged that she had forced in as
much as would fit – when it seemed that as much was squeezing back
out between her fingers as she was pushing in – she stood up and
walked slowly out toward the bar. Her ass cheeks slid together and
squelched with every step. As she was sliding past Walt, she looked
up at him and asked, softly, “Why do you hate me so much? Was I
that bad to you? Really?”