The Lisa Series (8 page)

She quickly unlaced his filthy boots and slid them off, while he shrugged off his shirt and pulled a long-sleeved undershirt over his head. Scattered over his body and legs were, as Lisa had said, dark raised warts about the size of quarters. Lisa removed his black socks. His body was pale and thin, and his rib cage and hipbones were clearly visible. His feet, like his hands, were long and narrow and dirty. And Lisa, my dear Lisa, so exquisitely beautiful, knelt there before him.

“How bad you want it?” he rasped.

She glanced at the recorder. “Please,” she said. Her hands moved along his thighs again, and she drew her fingernails lightly up both sides of his cock. “Please,” she whispered a second time, “I want you to...to fuck me.” She pulled Silk to his feet.

“I know you’re fixin to make it a quickie and get old Silk out of here. I can tell by the way you’re actin. Well, forget about that. We goin go slow.” He crossed to the couch. Lisa followed. “You’re gonna tease me like you do Frank,” he said. He turned back to look at me and grinned. His lips were wet with saliva. The irregular red marks covering his naked body were splotchy. In one hand he squeezed his thin, brown cock. He held his other hand up to me. “Look, Billy,” he wiggled two fingers, “look how juicy your wife’s pussy has got.”He laughed and, turning to face Lisa, put both hands on her ass cheeks. Except for her heels, she was naked. He pulled her up against him. He whispered something to her.

Without looking in my direction, Lisa said, “Billy, he wants you to bring your chair out into the room so you can see better.” Silk whispered to her again. “He wants me to...to make love to him the way he’s seen me with Frank.” Her voice was a monotone. Silk’s hands moved up along her body and cupped her breasts. Suddenly his fingernails dug into her nipples. She cried out.

I rose and started toward them. I had taken no more than a couple of steps when Silk yelled, “That’s enough!” I stopped. “Now,” he said, “you get your goddamn chair and pull it out here by the doorway and you sit your goddamn ass in it, and you goddamn stay there or else!”

“Please, Billy, do as he says,” Lisa said.

I went back to the kitchen and pushed my chair a few feet into the room and sat down. Silk was tongue kissing Lisa and pulling her into him, grinding her pussy against his stiff cock. He turned his head toward me again. “Frank don’t never fuck her till she does something...well let’s just say something special to him.”

“Please don’t...” Lisa began.

“And after that,” Silk interrupted, “he makes her beg for it.” He stepped back and slowly lowered himself down on the couch and stretched out. “Ain’t that right, Lisa?”

Lisa had moved to place a pillow under his head, “Yes, Mr. Silk, that’s right.”

“Let me see where you’re gonna put this cock of mine,” he said. Lisa lifted her leg and placed one foot on the armrest of the couch above Silk’s head. With two fingers of one hand, she parted her pussy lips. Silk looked up and laughed. “My, my, that high class cunt all ready for old Silk?”

“Yes, it’s ready for you.”

“Finger it,” Silk said. “I want to watch you play with yourself.” Lisa did as he ordered. “But don’t you come,” Silk said. She rubbed her clit slowly. Silk was scraping his dirty fingernails along the back of her calf and thigh. “Ahh, that’s nice,” he said. “She got a red button, Billy, real red and all swole up. Looks to me like she needs to be fucked.”

“Yes,” Lisa whispered, and began moving her hips.

“Say it, you bitch. Tell old Silk what you want.”

“I want you to...to...fuck me.”

“And how does Frank’s little cocksucker ask?” Silk grinned up at her.

“Please...please...I want you to please…fuck me.”

“Well, you want fucked, you got to stop playing with yourself and tease me a little more, you know.”

Lisa bent over and tongue kissed him while reaching to take his cock in her hand. Then, kneeling beside the couch, she licked his scrawny chest and his stomach, working her way down to his dark brown cock.

“This is how she does Frank,” Silk said. His cock was rigid and twitched whenever she touched it with her tongue. “Show old Silk your asshole,” he said. Obediently Lisa turned around. Kneeling, she lowered her head to the rug. She was now facing me, but she did not look in my direction. “Spread,” Silk said.

She reached behind her and pulled her ass cheeks apart. Silk made her remain like that for a long time. He stared at her ass and stroked his cock. “Say it,” Silk commanded.

“Please, I want you to...to fuck me.”

“You ever play with yourself for Billy to watch?”

“No.”

“Say what you want again and call me something nice.”

“Please, honey, please...fuck me.”

“You ever show Billy your asshole like you’re showing me right now?”

“No, never.”

“Say again. Say what you want.”

“Please, please honey,” Lisa’s voice was huskier now. She turned her head to look back at him. “I need it, honey. Put your...your cock in me...fuck me good.”

Silk stood up. Quickly Lisa moved to the couch and lay down, spreading her legs. She raised her arms to pull him on top of her. She guided his thin, dark cock into her while she parted her lips to receive his tongue. Her beautiful legs wrapped around him. With her hands on his buttocks, she pulled him deeper into her, thrusting up to meet him. I could hear Silk moaning and grunting, and the rhythmic creaking of the old couch. The sounds were being faithfully recorded for Frank.

“Jesus!!” Silk gasped. “You got a hot, tight cunt!” Then, his guttural cry filled the room as he came. Lisa continued to thrust furiously, but it was no good. Silk pulled out of her and rolled over, panting. Lisa sat up, her face and body flushed. She caught my eye but quickly looked down at Silk who lay there watching her.

“I liked it,” she said.

“But you didn’t come?”

“Almost.”

“You still hot then?”

Lisa glanced at me and then at the tape. She placed his hand between her legs. “Feel,” she said. When he touched her, she gasped and pressed on his hand.

“Well, Mrs. Lindal,” Silk grinned, “if you want more, why don’t you get yourself fixed up again? Make yourself look like a high priced whore for old Silk.”

She stood up. “Yes,” she said.

Silk looked at her. “Tell Billy, while he’s waiting for the second show, how about making us some coffee and bringing it in here.”

Lisa crossed in front of me holding her blouse and skirt in front of her. Her face was scarlet. She could hardly speak. “Billy,” she looked directly at me, but I couldn’t tell what she was feeling, “can you make us some coffee?” I nodded. She disappeared down the hall. Before the coffee was ready, she had gone back into the living room.

“Ahhh,” I could hear Silk saying, “that’s my girl. Sit here over here on the couch, by me.”

In the kitchen, I put the cups on a tray along with cream and sugar and the coffeepot. I carried it into the living room. Silk was still naked. He looked grotesque: his pale skin splotched, his sunken chest, his scrawny neck, his skinny legs and long dirty toes; his skull like a cadaver, sunken eyes, thin lips, yellow teeth. The sight of him turned my stomach. Lisa wore a thin black nylon robe tied loosely at the front. She still had on her heels. She was snuggled up against him, his right arm around her, his hand inside the robe fondling her breast. She had reapplied her make-up. Her red lips seemed swollen.

My hand shook as I poured the coffee. “Some wife you got here, Billy. She could probably make five hundred a night.” Silk said. He pinched her nipple. “And still hot, ain’t you?”

“Yes,” she said, looking across at me, warning me with her eyes not to do anything.

“What you hot for?” Silk asked.

“For this.” She put her hand on Silk’s cock, but she continued to stare at me. She knew I was ready to explode. She seemed to be saying, ‘Hold on, it’s almost over’.”

“It ain’t goin to do you no good like that, is it?” he said.

“No.”

“Got any ideas?”

“Could Billy go back into the kitchen?” she asked.

“In a couple of minutes. I want him to know what I been going through these last weeks.” He took his arm from behind her and opened her robe. “Wet your lips,” he said, grinning. She did and then slowly bent her head down and lifting his flaccid cock, began to kiss his wrinkled scrotum. As the sack swelled, his cock began to stiffen.

Silk looked across at me and grinned. “Frank likes when she does that. He likes to hear her kissin him down there.” He patted her head. “That’s right. Do like that. Let me and Billy hear you loving old Silk’s balls.” She made soft kissing sounds, pressing her lips lightly against his tightening skin.

“Ahhh, that’s good,” Silk said. He nodded to me. “There’s some other things she does to Frank that I ain’t allowed to make her do to me, but she sure kisses good.”He patted her head again, “don’t you?”

She glanced up at him. “I want to please you,” she said.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed. He grabbed her hair and yanked hard forcing her head back. She cried out. I started to rise but he motioned me back. He leaned over her upturned face his spittle spraying her, “You fuckin bitch,” he hissed. “You think you’re better than me. You know what I want? I want Frank to give you to me for a week. Frank’s too easy on you. I know what you need. You need to be Silk’s woman for awhile. You need to be Silk’s little whore.” He let her go. She looked terrified. “Old Silk would teach you good,” he said, looking to see that his words were being recorded.

His anger passed just as suddenly as it had flared up. “Now, Mrs. smart-ass Lindal, if you’re so fuckin anxious to please me, get started.” He moved her so that she lay on her side, her head in his crotch, her back to me, her knees drawn up. “Spread,” Silk said, touching her thighs. Obediently, she opened for him. He began to masturbate her. She squirmed against his hand. Silk looked at me. “She’s a hot bitch, Billy. You got no idea how hot. I seen her like this lots of times with Frank. When she gets hot and wet, Frank stops playin with her pussy and makes her answer some questions. It’s like a game.” He took his hand from between her legs. “Keep teasing me like that, but when I ask you somethin look up here and answer, like you do for Frank.” She ran her tongue over his balls and along the underside of his cock. “You hot?” he asked.

She looked up at him. “You know I am,” she said. She took his hand and pushed it down between her spread legs.

“No, not yet.” He pulled his hand away and directed her to the tip of his cock. She circled it with her tongue. “This is what Frank asks her,” he said. “You like that? You like lickin me? Say it just the way you answer Frank.”

“Yes, can’t you tell I do?”

“You like my cock better than Billy’s?”

She hesitated for a moment then said, “Yes, better than Billy’s.”

“How much better?”

“Lots...lots better.”

“Why? Look up here and tell me why?” She tried to go down on him again, but he stopped her. “Why, damnit?”

“You make me come.”

“Don’t your husband make you come?”

“Not like you do.”

“You mean not as often, or not as good?”

“Both...you make me come more and you always make me come good.”

“Always?”

“Yes, with you it’s always better.” He pointed to his crotch. Quickly, she slid her mouth down over his cock. Once more, he put his hand between her legs. She moaned and ground herself against him.

He looked over across at me. “That’s what Frank asks her and that’s just what she tells him. With me, I know she don’t mean it. But with Frank, I think maybe she does or at least she’s beginning to. Maybe you can tell.” He lifted her head and turned her so that she faced me. Her mouth was wet, her lips swollen. “Now,” Silk said, “before Billy goes back to the kitchen I want you to tell the God’s truth, understand?”

“Yes, I understand.” She continued to look at me. I could see her eyes beginning to tear.

“And I want you to talk loud enough so that it’s clear on the tape. When you say them things to Frank about liking his cock more than Billy’s, are you pretending or do you mean it?”

She glanced away from me toward the recorder. “I...I’m not pretending. I mean it.”

“You saying you like Frank to do you more than your husband?”

She looked down at the floor between us. ““Yes...yes, more than Billy.”

“Okay, Frank be glad to hear it,” Silk said. He shifted her around so that she was kneeling above him, straddling his bony hips. Her pussy was poised above the purple head of his cock. He reached up and squeezed her breasts and with his long fingernails pinched her swollen nipples. She gasped, then lowered herself. I watched his cock slide into her. She leaned over to slip her tongue between his grinning lips.

I returned to the kitchen. In a few minutes I heard her scream and Silk groaned as they came together.

Chapter Six

Carl

For the next three nights, Lisa did not go out. Except for delivering the tape on the evening after Silk’s visit, she was not summoned by Frank. She seemed withdrawn and forgetful. Twice she burned our supper. She’d been waking up around four in the morning and going into the living room. I’d find her there, curled up on the couch.

She’d reported that Frank took the tape without even inviting her in. Other than that, neither of us had mentioned Frank or Silk. In fact, other than the simplest forms of communication we didn’t speak much at all. I knew something was wrong but had learned that it was best to let her tell me without pressuring her.

When I arrived home on Friday, there was a note saying she was having her hair done and would be home by seven. I’d just finished reading it when the phone rang. “Hey, Mr. Lindal?” I couldn’t place the voice although it was vaguely familiar. “It’s Carl. You know, Richie’s friend from Bruno’s, remember?”

I sat down at the kitchen table. “Yes, Carl.”

“You know, uh, a...a...well, what we talked about...what Mrs. Lindal said that night...”

My mouth was dry. “About how she agreed to help Frank repay the favor he owes you?” I forced it out.

Carl laughed, relieved, “Yeah, yeah the favor, that’s it.” I waited. “Well, I don’t know,” he continued, “exactly how to...”