The Lisa Series (29 page)

Silk grinned. Dooley looked back at Lisa, “Ahh, fuck it. To hell with him.” He shook his prick at her, “What about this?”

“Yes,” Lisa said.

“You gonna do us both at the same time?”

Lisa looked up at him. “Yes. That’s what Mr. Silk wants.”

Silk chuckled, “Well, since Dooley run out of fuckin questions, suppose you get your ass over here where you’ll be of some use.” Lisa began to get to her feet. “Crawl,” Silk ordered. On her hands and knees, Lisa crawled to the couch. The whip marks and the black circle of the plug were clearly visible. When she reached the couch, Silk stood. Under the harsh light, he looked like an emaciated cadaver, frail and bony. His sagging skin was a pale yellowish color. There were even more of the rust colored patches on his flat, wrinkled ass and his torso than I thought. They were also on his feet and hands. They seemed to be raised warts of some kind.

Lisa stopped in front of him and, kneeling with her eyes lowered and her head slightly bowed, she placed her hands behind her neck and spread her knees. “Look at my cock,” Silk said. She raised her head. “Beg,” Silk commanded.

“Please, honey,” Lisa began, “please fuck me.” It was obscene. This beautiful childlike woman in her little girl’s short white gown, her innocent face, clean and fresh...devoid of makeup... groveling at the filthy feet of this grotesque old pervert. She was my sweet wife. She still couldn’t say the word ‘fuck’ without blushing. I could see her knuckles whiten as she clasped her hands tighter behind her neck.

“You can do better,” Silk said. “I seen you do better, lots of times.”

Lisa parted her knees wider. She thrust her small breasts forward and ran her tongue over her lips. “See how hot you make me, honey. See how wet I am. Please, honey, I am begging you. Please fuck me the way you like it.”

Silk looked across at Rafti, Arisha, and me. He winked and then grinned. “More,” he was ridiculing her. We all knew it and so did she.

“I’m begging you...begging you to...to...please take me. Take me the way you always do...the way you want me. Please honey, put it...put your cock in my ass. Please, honey, fuck my...my...ass. Fuck it hard. Cum inside me, honey.” She tilted her head back and once again licked her glistening lips, “Please cum inside me. Cum in my ass.” She inched forward as she pulled the pajama top off her shoulders and pushed it down to her waist. Then she cupped her breasts holding them up and out to him. “See how hard my nipples are? I shaved my...my... cunt for you. I’m getting wetter. I can feel it. Can you see how wet I am?” She unclasped her hands for a moment to spread her labial lips. Silk stared down at her, his eyes narrow slits. He continued to pull at his repulsive brown prick. “You know I belong to you...only you honey, only you.”

She placed her hands behind her neck again and arched her back. “Look at me, honey,” she whispered, “look at my body. It belongs to you. My mouth, my breasts, my...my...cunt, my ass, all belong to you. I belong to you. I’m your woman. Yours...only yours.” She moved closer until her nipples brushed against his skinny legs. He stepped back. “Please, honey,” she pleaded, “I want it. I want your cock in…in my ass. I want to feel you slide it up into me...deep inside me. Fuck my ass, honey, please fuck my ass.”

Silk sneered at her. “I think you should fuck your own ass first. I think you should bend down, put your face on the floor and lift up your ass. I think you should show our guests what Silk’s woman does when he tells her to go fuck herself.”

“Yes, honey,” Lisa said. She placed her cheek on the rug between Silk’s dirty feet and, raising her ass, reached back and began, as Dooley had done earlier, to push the black plug in and out. She was blushing furiously, but her breath came faster.

“Filthy!” Arisha shouted. “Filthy whore!”

“I want to fuck her ass,” Rafti whispered harshly. “I pay...I pay!” He continued to stroke his thick, hard cock.

Silk took a step toward Lisa, “Play with your pussy,” he ordered. Lisa placed her left hand between her legs and moaned softly as she rubbed her swollen clitoris. She slid the glistening plug in and out of her tight anus. Once more, Silk let her almost reach an orgasm before he said, “Enough. Get up here on your knees.” He patted the cushion in the middle of the couch. Dooley moved to the end of the couch and stood there with his long cock resting on the arm. Lisa quickly knelt on the couch so that she faced Dooley. Silk was on his knees behind her. “Tell Dooley what you are and what you do,” Silk said.

“I...I’m Mr. Silk’s whore. When he’s gone for the day, I make myself pretty for him and I try to think of ways to please him.”

“Is it true you could leave right now if you wanted to?” Silk asked.

“Yes. You told me many times that I could leave whenever I wanted to.”

“Why ain’t you left?”

“I belong to you. I want to belong to you...to be your woman.”

“Why’s that?”

“I don’t know. I’m not sure. It’s just the way it is. Frank gave me to you.”

“You happy?”

The question surprised her. She took a moment before answering. “No, not happy. Not like it was with Billy. But...but...it’s different. I can’t explain it.”

“Okay, tell us what you’re gonna do for Dooley.”

“I...I’m going to suck him....suck him until he...until he cums. Until he cums in my mouth.”

“And what does Billy’s pretty little wife want from old Silk?”

Lisa, looking straight ahead, said, “You know what I want, honey. I want you to take me. Take me the way you like it.”

Dooley held his long stiff prick out to her. She placed her forearms against the end of the couch and gently cupped his heavy balls in her small hands. She parted her lips and, as she slowly took half of his length into her mouth, Silk withdrew the black plug from her ass. He put his hand between her legs and started to finger her. She moaned and pushed her pussy hard against his hand and began to rotate her hips. Silk laughed. “Goddamn! She’s hot now!” He held up the plug and then slid it into her cunt. Lisa whimpered. Slowly, Silk pulled the plug out and dropped it on the floor. Lisa looked up at Dooley as she licked the shaft of his glistening prick.

Silk pressed the head of his cock against her tiny pink puckered anus. He gradually pushed until his prick disappeared inside her. Lisa gasped and once more took as much of Dooley’s black cock into her mouth as she could. Both Silk and Dooley began to pump her. One of her hands still cupped Dooley’s balls while she worked the other one between the cheeks of his muscular ass. She pushed her tiny index finger into his opening. Dooley grunted and reached forward to squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples. Silk was masturbating her with his long dirty fingers. She moaned continually as she thrust back on Silk’s cock.

Dooley was not so much fucking her mouth as she was using her mouth to fuck his cock. She moved her head forward and back rhythmically, milking him. Her finger was buried deep in his ass. “That’s it!” Dooley hissed, “do me good, baby. Do me good like that.” She paused and flicked her tongue on the underside of the purple head of his cock.

Silk’s withered testicle sack flopped against her ass cheeks. “Ah, she’s tight!” Silk cried. His cock glistened with the KY. “Her ass is so damn tight and hot...hot as a fuckin little furnace!”

Rafti stood up. “I pay! I pay to fuck her ass!” he shouted.

Silk grabbed her hips and dug his fingernails into her inflamed ass cheeks. She cried out in pain. Ignoring her, he pulled her back against him pumping with short hard strokes.

Dooley guided her head back to his prick. Saliva ran from the corner of her mouth. “Yeah, that’s the way, babe, hot and wet,” he said. “Frank and old Silk sure taught you how to suck. And you know what to do with your hands don’t you?” Looking up at him, she nodded and inserted another finger into his anus. “Yeah,” he said, “That’s right...do me like that...do me good!” He placed his hands on her head and slowly forced her to take almost the entire length of his cock. She began to gag. Dooley quickly pulled his cock from her mouth, “Take it!” he yelled.

Lisa leaned forward, her mouth wide, her lips almost touching the swollen head of his prick. Aggggh!” Dooley cried as he spurted gobs of thick jism into her open mouth. Before he was finished, he pulled her head forward. She took him in her mouth again. “Suck me dry, you little white bitch, suck me dry!” he demanded. I watched her swallow as she sucked.

Silk was wheezing and grunting as he came in her ass. Both men withdrew from her at the same time, their cocks already going limp. Lisa lay face down on the couch and buried her head in her arms. Her body, covered with a sheen of perspiration, began to shake as she sobbed uncontrollably.

I tried to get up, yanking at the handcuffs, which cut into my wrists, “Goddamn you Silk! Let her go!” I yelled. “You bastards are killing her!”

Dooley crossed to stand over me. “Shut the fuck up or I’ll cut you,” he said.

Silk sat on the edge of the couch stroking Lisa’s bruised ass. “Billy says we’re killing you. He wants us to let you go,” he said quietly. “Is that true? Are we killing you? Do you want to go?” Lisa shook her head but continued to weep softly. Silk looked at me, “See, Billy, your pretty wife ain’t hurt. She don’t want to leave. She likes it here. Ain’t that right, Lisa?” He parted her legs slightly and slid his hand between them.

She pushed back against his hand. “Yes,” she whispered, “I like it here.”

“Whose woman are you?”

“Yours. I’m your woman.”

“Good. Now stop that damn yammering. Go fix yourself up again. Rafti wants your ass and we all want to watch you make his wife cum.”

Lisa sat up staring at Silk in disbelief, her eyes wide, her hands trembling. “No,” she said, her voice a raspy whisper, “no, I can’t. I won’t. I’m exhausted. They...they...” she glanced at Rafti and Arisha, “they are...are...” she turned back to Silk. “No.” she said.

Silk’s face reddened and he seemed about to strike her, but got control of himself. He stared at her for a full minute. She stared back at him defiant, unmoving. “Okay, then,” he said. “Get dressed and get the hell out of here.” Lisa hesitated. She looked again at Rafti and Arisha. She shook her head.

“I will,” she said. “I will get out.” She rose unsteadily and left the room. After a moment, we heard the shower.

Chapter Six

Frank

Silk and Dooley put on their robes. After turning to watch Lisa leave, Rafti stuffed his fat cock back into his baggy pants. “I’ll pay,” he pleaded, “I’ll pay a lot. Jesus, I want her. I want her ass!”

“I’d like to whip that ass till it really bleeds,” Arisha said. Both of them were standing looking for an answer from Silk.

He waved a hand at them, “Sit down. Maybe the night ain’t over yet.” Dooley smiled and opened a folding chair. Rafti and his wife returned to their seats. Silk went into the kitchen. We soon heard him speaking on the phone but couldn’t make out what he was saying. After awhile he came back carrying a speakerphone which he plugged into a wall outlet. Then, he sat down on the couch and, closing his eyes, leaned back. We all waited. No one spoke.

Twenty minutes went by before Lisa appeared in the doorway. She wore a black, knee length full skirt and a loose button-up white sweater. Her legs were bare. On her feet were the same five inch heels. She carried a plain black wool coat and her purse. She looked over at Silk. “I don’t have any stockings, and you threw away my shoes so I’ll have to go home in these. I haven’t taken any of the other stuff.” Her voice trembled as she spoke. She had reapplied her bright red lipstick and the eye makeup, but she looked very pale and tired.

“Okay, then,” Silk leaned forward placing his hands on his bony knees, “Take Billy with you. Dooley has the key for the handcuffs.”

Lisa was holding on to the doorframe for support. “I’m sorry, but I just couldn’t do what you wanted. You finally asked for too much.” She glanced at Rafti and Arisha. “I couldn’t...I just couldn’t...”

“Right,” Silk said, “I got your meaning.” He stood up. “Only one thing more before you leave. I think you ought to say goodbye to the main man, the one who started all this.”

“No,” Lisa began to protest, “no I don’t...”

Silk crossed the room to take her by the arm. “I got Frank on the speaker phone.” He forced her to the couch. “Now, you just sit the fuck down and relax. Frank wants to say a couple of things, then you can go.”

Lisa was shaking and holding back the tears. Silk continued to grip her arm until he felt she wouldn’t bolt for the door. He then came back out of the circle of light and unfolded a chair beside Dooley. The five of us formed a small audience watching Lisa try desperately to get her emotions under control. Suddenly Frank’s voice boomed out of the speaker, “Well, Lisa!” She jumped and looked toward the entryway. I thought she might get up and run. Frank spoke again, “Silk tells me you’ve decided to leave us?” It was a question.

“You don’t need a phone,” Silk instructed. “Speak up and Frank will hear you.”

Lisa bit her lower lip and clenched her hands. “I can’t do what he wants...what Silk wants. I just can’t.” She paused, “Please, Frank, I’m so tired.”

“Yes, I suppose you are.” Frank’s voice was conciliatory. “Tell me Lisa, do you love your husband?” The question caught her by surprise.

She looked at me. The tears began to flow. “Yes,” she said, “yes, I do. I’ve never stopped loving him.”

“How about me,” Frank chided, “do you love me?”

Lisa answered quickly, “No! I never did. I never could. I don’t...no, not love.”

“What about Silk?” Frank interrupted. “You in love with old Silk?”

“No! No!” Lisa cried. “I hate him. Hate him, Frank. I hate him!” Her face was red with anger.

“Why? Why do you hate poor old Silk so much?”

Lisa glared at Silk for a moment then looked away. She spoke in a loud, clear voice, “He’s old and ugly. He...he never bathes. He smells. He treats me like...like the cheapest of whores. He humiliates me, always humiliates me in every possible way.” She was speaking rapidly. “He makes me do terrible things. I hate to look at him. I hate when he touches me.” Her voice rose and I could see her small hands tighten into fists. “I can’t tell you how I despise him. I hate him! Hate him!” She was close to hysteria. I tugged at the handcuff. Dooley started to rise, but Silk motioned him back to his seat.