Nooky For $$ (Vintage Erotic Novel) - Anju Quewea - ebook
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This is a Vintage Erotic, Adult Novel... Full of sexual adventures... Involving a sexy and Seductive girl... Full of Sex, Surprises and Unusual Naughty Twists.

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Nooky For $$

CHAPTER ONERyan's ass was pounding his cock into the old snatch beneath his young body, and his head was spinning out of control. He was very close to being sick. Too much booze and the thick, flowery scent of cheap perfume had his stomach churning. But he kept on fucking."Oh, honey! You've got such a big cock! Faster, sweetie. Fuck my pussy faster!" the old broad said beneath his plunging prick.Ryan was afraid to respond. If he opened his mouth, he was sure he'd barf. He just wanted to cum and get to the bathroom.His cock finally blasted into the fleshy cunt wrapped around his stroking erection. He gulped hard as his thick load sent waves of pleasure charging through his body. He stopped his hips to let his stomach settle, his cum spurting without the need of assistance.Even in his drunken state, cumming felt terrific. He relished the feeling of his cream as it raced through his hard shaft and burst out of his flaming, sensitive cockhead. But when the last wad of jizz leapt to freedom, he yanked his dick out of the old pussy, rolled off the bed, and ran for the toilet.Faintly, somewhere in the far off distance, someone was singing. A small combo, reminiscent of the 1940s, accompanied the vocalist. Ryan opened his eyes on total blackness, and the music stopped. Had he been dreaming?He felt the damp surface of the wall supporting his back, and he moved forward on shaky legs. He sent his hands out, groping, searching for his bearings. The darkness enveloped him like a cloak as he tried to clear his mind.His hands connected with something hard and smooth. The cool surface was porcelain, a sink. He remembered.A doorknob rattled. Turning toward the noise, Ryan was suddenly blinded by a blast of white light. A woman, nude and fidgeting, stood in the doorway."What are you doing in here, lover?" she asked.Ryan blinked as his eyes adjusted to the glaring light. "I got sick.""You naughty boy. You've been keeping me waiting!" the woman said, fondling her awesomely large breasts. "I'm just all atingle for you, baby. Just look," she said, pointing to the dark patch between her full-fleshed thighs. "My pussy's trembling for your dick.""I had too much to drink," Ryan said weakly."Bullshit. You had to fuck that fat old broad and it turned your stomach. Can't blame you, though. But look on the bright side. She paid you well.""Yeah. A hundred bucks, which you took from me!""And just where were you going to put it, sweetheart? You got pockets in your skin? I merely held onto it while you banged the old broad.""Right. So hand it over."Ryan watched as she stroked her breasts and sexily rubbed her thighs together. She was doing her best to turn him on, and that meant only one thing. She wanted to keep all the money."Sweetheart," she began, "I set up this deal and you know my commission is thirty percent.""And you want to take the other seventy percent out in trade, right?""A lot of men would pay a lot more than that for a chance at my hot box."It was true. Freeda Johanson had a body men craved. Her boobs were like pumpkins, her waist slender and petite, and her ass rolled like it was filled with ball bearings. She had long, tapering legs and a pussy that blossomed between her ivory thighs. Under different circumstances he would gladly have jumped in for a hot fuck. But the timing was wrong.Normally, he was as horny as a billy goat, but when he was hustling, when there was a price tag hanging from the end of his dick, he could only perform with effort.He rinsed out his mouth and washed the sweat from his face. As he raised his head, Ryan saw Freeda's reflection in the mirror. She was studying him. They all did. They all liked his hard, youthful body and thick, black hair."You're marvelous," Freeda complimented. "That handsome face and your boxer's body will make you rich. Too bad you aren't tall."Ryan patted his face with a hand towel. "I'm tall enough to get the job done.""And that's what counts, baby," Freeda said, stepping closer. "That and that helluva length of cock swinging between your legs."Her hand reached out to touch his limp cock. A tingle raced through his groin, but his dick remained soft. If he couldn't get it up, he was going to have to give her thirty percent of the hundred he had just earned.She led him to the bedroom, to the bed where he had fucked the old cunt merely an hour before. A half-empty bottle of Scotch stood on the night table-the source of his strength and his sickness. He had drunk so much so he could screw the old broad and make her pussy howl, but he had overdone it.Freeda stood near the lamp, profiling her body, offering him a good view of her splendid tits and hairy snatch. He wondered why she didn't have a steady stud on call. She was attractive, sexy enough, and then she might leave him alone when he wasn't in the mood to fuck."No man of your own, Freeda?" he questioned."Married, divorced, engaged, unengaged ... I've been there, baby, and marriage ain't for me. I've got a man, Ryan, a bodybuilder. But he's more interested in pumping his muscles than pumping my pussy. I'm dropping him. But what about you?" she asked, slipping onto the bed."You know my story," he said curtly."Yeah, I know. Not a goddamn penny in your pocket and no fucking future. One brother a hopeless drunk and the other gay. How come you turned out okay?" She patted the bed next to her."But then," she continued, "you're not really okay, are you? You're a male whore, a guy who sells his dick to anyone for the right price. Seems you're continuing the tradition of one fucked up family.""Listen, you blonde bitch!" he seethed, tapping his chest with a closed fist. "I'm trying to help my brothers.""Admirable," Freeda purred. "I may have more help on the way. I'm lining up a big, soft, heavy cunt who needs a man. And there's good money in it.""Younger than this last one, I hope." He knelt on the bed and stared at the luscious body just waiting to be taken. His cock hung dead in his crotch."Yes, younger. Seems the girl is a little bit lesbian, and the family doesn't like it. They think she just needs a good, stiff prick stroking up her pussy. Can you handle that? Have you got a good, stiff prick ... for me!"Freeda rolled over on her side and took his limp meat into her hand. Ryan let her fondle his cock and felt blood flow into his groin. Inching her way closer, moaning softly, she opened her mouth. Slowly, she sucked his limp muscle inside.Her soft, full lips wet his pubic hair, and Ryan shuddered from the stimulation. His teeth sank into his lower lip as his dick began to rise. His cock was getting hard, becoming as stiff as a steel pole."Suck it, cunt," he said, feeling the urge to humble the big, blonde bitch. "Chew on my cock!"His dickhead, fully engorged with hot blood, filled her mouth. Backing off, her tongue flicked along his shaft, right down to his huge balls. She licked his nuts until his black hairs were pasted to his fiery nuts. Then she glided her lips along his fat length until they slipped over his giant knob.Ryan grabbed her head between his strong hands and fucked his fully inflated dick in and out of her mouth, hard, rapidly. His hips pounded hard and fast, his shaft plowing between her lips, his cock fucking from stem to stern.Freeda gurgled around his thrusting dick. He was not small, and his extremely long shaft was ramming down her throat. She pulled back forcefully and released a strangled cry. But Ryan shoved his massive cock right back in again."You worthless, cunty bitch! Not content to earn good money from your profession, oh, no, you like to fuck up people like me. People in trouble. How many victims you got? How many, cunt?"Freeda could only grunt around his fast-driving dick."Yeah, baby, suck my joint! Take my cock all the way down your fucking throat! I'm gonna dump a load like you ain't never had, bitch. Some of it down your throat, and some of it's gonna splatter all over your face. You hear me, you snatch-mouthed cunt?"Freeda couldn't answer with her mouth and throat stuffed by his massive meat. Even when his hands left her head to grab for her tits, her mouth eagerly raced from his huge cockhead down to his thick and sweaty base. She took every inch of his prick, loving every moment, savoring his harsh treatment. Her hands went for his ass as he squeezed and fondled her tits.Her fingers played with the curly hairs covering his butt before slipping into his fur-lined valley. She tickled up and down his crack as her mouth flew over the healthy stem stroking between her lips. His cock tasted sweet and salty, no other flavor comparable to a juicy dick.The cheeks of Ryan's ass tightened with her touch. He clenched his teeth and fiercely gripped her tits as his hips continued to plunge his dick deeply down her narrow throat. But he was close to cumming. He shortened his strokes and scraped just his burning knob within the opening to her lengthy tunnel.Her eyes fluttered and her fingers dug into his ass flesh when he released his awesome load. Thick, hot cum blazed down her throat. Ryan pulled back to blast over her tongue, to give her a quick taste of his spewing semen. Then he pulled out to shoot his spunk onto her face, his hand wrapping around his spurting girth to guide his cum from cheek to cheek.Freeda moaned and sighed as Ryan's cock sprayed hot cream. White gobs of fiery jizz plopped onto her face, and Ryan enjoyed the feeling of power surging through his body. And he wasn't finished with her yet.He wiped his still-hard dick on the pillow case, shoved Freeda onto her back, and climbed on top of her luscious body. She wiped cum into her mouth as Ryan positioned himself between her legs.Her body arched when her thighs were roughly spread apart to open her pussy to his waiting dick. A gasp escaped her mouth as he buried his thick length in her hairy twat. His cock planted itself fully in her snatch, and she could feel his erection burning the velvety walls of her steaming cunt.He raised her ass and rammed even more of his cock into her pussy. She shuddered when his sac of hairy balls banged against the crack of her curved ass. Now she had his entire length filling her cunt. The fever of sex consumed her body and she gave as well as received."I'm gonna wear you out!" Freeda exclaimed. "You're with a real woman now. Not some old, leather-cunted broad. You're fucking a woman who knows her business, baby!"-Ryan's hands kneaded her ass as he fucked in and out of her strongly gripping snatch. Her pussy squeezed so tightly around his stroking girth that he couldn't reach the speed he wanted. He exerted more effort, and fucking her twat was almost a struggle.Freeda was moving with him, rising to meet his driving dick. Slap, slap, slap, their bellies collided, and he felt the strength of her smooth thighs as she wrapped them around his pumping body. She was coiling around him, tightening her arms, one around his neck, the other around his torso, smashing her tremendous tits against his chest. Her powerful, muscled legs locked around his, holding him in her crotch. He was trapped against her body, trapped like prey in a spider's grip."Christ, you're strong!" he exclaimed.Her entire body was in action, her ass grinding, searing the palms of his hands. Her strong thighs pulsed. Her hot, experienced pussy contracted to suck in the entirety of his dick and milk it savagely."Don't ... squeeze ... my ... dick ... so hard!" he gasped breathily.He gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and sunk his fingers into the slippery, sweaty cheeks of her ass. He forced his body upward, practically tearing his prick out of the vise-like grip of her cunt. She arched up with him, offering her body to his lust, giving him a great deal more than an idle pussy to fuck.Ryan's emotions were in turmoil. He hated this big, blonde bitch one moment, fucked her hard the next, and found himself dying to fuck her more and more. He prayed that he would not cum too soon, that this heavenly fuck would go on for hours."Oooooh! I ... I'm getting there, baby," Freeda moaned."You ... you're going to cum?" Ryan asked in a panic. If she came, he was sure to follow close behind, and he wasn't ready for their fuck to end."Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried in ecstatic abandon. She arched her back, her pussy rising to merge with his flesh, her body flowing in motion with him, her snatch grasping his pulsing shaft tightly.They were welded together, moving as one mass of boiling flesh. He stabbed into her cunt as deeply as he could, rested for the tiniest fraction of a second, withdrew as much of his cock as her hungry cunt permitted, then dicked her again. The great mounds of her ass cheeks tightened in his hands.He wanted to slow their pace, but Freeda's body was more in control than his. She was fucking him as much as he was fucking her, and she obviously wanted to climax. He was simply there for the ride at that point.As her orgasm leaped to life, beginning somewhere deep inside her humping body, her pussy channel became a fist. Her crotch savagely hurled up against him and barely stroked over his pulsing length."Are you there?" he asked."Oh, oh, oh ... Ryan ... Ryan ... my baby. Oooooh! I can't hold it back. Oh, no!" she wailed.Freeda released some of the tension in her gripping snatch, her ass again grinding at a fantastic rate, her strong legs crushing around his waist. Her quaking increased, becoming a fury of movement, her body exploding in an indescribable joy. Frantically, she thrashed her ass under him as a wild passion seized, conquered.She released harsh moans of rapture then pulled his mouth down onto hers. She kissed him furiously, her tongue stroking as rapidly as his dick in her filling cunt. Her pussy sprayed his driving cockhead with molten lava, and her body writhed around the fires of climax.Even when her orgasm lessened in ferocity, she continued to fight, struggling to keep on fucking. She bit his lips, shot her tongue into his mouth, and squeezed her legs around his body. She held him so firmly that he could hardly breathe.He couldn't go on much longer. She was too much, too powerful, too experienced. And he knew it when the flames blazed at the base of his dick and his flying shaft grew beyond its normal hard and huge proportions. His mammoth prick was swollen with a heavy load just seconds away from eruption.He released his mouth and yelled, "I ... I'm going to cum!"Freeda fell back, panting, quivering and groaning with exhausted pleasure. "Cum ... cum inside me ... shoot the fucking works!"With her pussy wobbling around his thrusting spear, Ryan picked up speed. His masterful lunges made her arch her snatch upward again and again. Swifter he charged, down, up, down, up, in, out, in, out, lifting her ass so that he was better angled to deliver a seething load of boiling spunk into her sloshing cunt.Since she had reached her orgasm and her cunt no longer squeezed with its former power, he was feeding his cock to her pussy with greater intensity, the intensity he needed to make his dick explode. He slammed into her snatch with a speed that impressed even him.He lifted his chest off her tits, his hands leaving her ass to press against the bed. Each lusty thrust into her twat now buried his rod fully inside her. But banging the back of her box, his cockhead feeling the sumptuous flesh of her blocking wall, forced his dick juice to pour out of his flaming shaft and into her jiggling snatch.Freeda writhed and bucked around his spraying dick. "It burns ... oh, lover, please!""I ... can't ... stop!" he blurted between blasts of cum. His hips continued to plow into her pussy in spite of her pleas."Plug that fucking furnace! My pussy can't take it! It's like a stream of ... oh, God almighty, it's a fucking river of lead!"Freeda's body contorted beneath him."Ooooh, baby!" Ryan sighed as the last of his load raged into her searing snatch."Oh, lover!" Freeda responded.Ryan collapsed on top of her, and Freeda quickly pushed him off to get his blazing poker out of her flaming cunt. Her hands flew to her pussy to force their orgasms out of her body. The fluids of lust had never burned so fiercely.As they recovered from their fuck, they became two different people. Ryan idly toyed with his deflating dick while Freeda got up and covered her body in a flimsy robe. She sat before her dressing table and smoked one cigarette after another."You're a good fuck, Ryan, damn good. In fact, I'd like you fucking my cunt permanently. But," she said, taking a deep drag and releasing twin funnels of smoke from her nostrils, "that'll have to wait. Business before pleasure, I always say.""How many of us 'escorts' do you have?""A couple. Well, me, you, Candy, but she ain't too reliable, and this new girl named Tiffany. A magnificent creature, truly beautiful, but she doesn't know her ass from Times Square. New to the city.""And all this pays well enough so you can take your commission out in trade?""Lover, don't get nasty. I like you. I really do. Hell, what kind of money could I get from this? I sort of bring people together, I help them out.""Right. I'll keep in touch," he said, rising, going for his clothes."I'll be calling. Count on it." She rose and handed him a hundred dollar bill.Ryan slipped it into his pocket, pecked at the lips she offered and finished dressing. Another fuck, another hundred dollars. There were worse ways to earn a living, he told himself as he left her apartment.The elevator took forever to arrive. The door opened to reveal a brute of a man. Broad-shouldered, muscled, with a hard face, he was almost certainly a bodybuilder. His eyes took in Ryan. He sniffed, blocking the elevator door."That perfume! Freeda's, sure as hell."Ryan doubled his fists. The boyfriend, he assumed. He doubted he could handle a guy this size, and tried to look pleasant. "Mind letting me in?"The man stepped out. "It's all yours. Don't panic. Old Mark isn't the jealous type.""I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about.""Oh, no? I think you do. Freeda told me to get lost tonight. Our bed was being hired out to an old biddy and some young guy." The man flattened a hand on the wall, angling his big body so his face was in the open door."I was in the bar across the street. I saw the old broad arrive and leave. And that was a while ago. That means Freeda and the hustler were alone, together."Ryan punched a button and the door started to close. Mark blocked it. Then he sniffed once more, smiled, and went away laughing.CHAPTER TWOThe wind, tearing through the open window, woke Tiffany King. Her eyes slit against the effects of the sun, bright and orange in the morning sky. Then she grinned at Gregory Davidson, still asleep in the narrow bed. She shifted her voluptuous body and lay back against the pillows, trying to recapture the events that had brought her up to this moment. But things were a little unclear.Her feet hit the cold floor and she wondered why a man with Gregory's money didn't have carpeting. Looking around, the entire apartment was half-assed and shitty. A lot of cheap plastic or other ancient schlock, none of it new and none of it matching.At least the apartment, while small, was located in a decent neighborhood. Furthermore, there'd be no trouble taking over the lease from Greg. She'd soon be out of her hotel, no tips, no more eating out every night, none of that shit. However, once her inheritance came through, she would find herself a place better than this, or at least with better furniture. But it would do for now."Are you going to make coffee?" Tiffany asked.Greg was sitting up, fumbling with his coarse brown hair, a sort of sheepish smile twisting his boyish face. "Someone needs to. My head is pounding."She noticed his belly, as white as the underside of a bloated fish, and remembered the night before. They were dancing in a spot somewhere off Eighty-Sixth Street, and as he clutched her in a tight embrace, the roll around his middle wobbled."What's that?" she had asked."My reserve energy," he had told her."Is that so? Well, you've been keeping it in reserve far too long.""Oh, how witty."There had been more dancing, a bit too much drinking and some heavy necking in his convertible. All this with a man she hardly knew, but whose apartment she was taking over. He was tall, in his thirties, a stockbroker or something like that, and on his way to Europe for a three-month vacation. He also thought he had a way with women under a Manhattan moon.She had agreed to spend the night with him, but had warned him that she had little experience with men. He had scoffed at that, claiming her routine was old. Either way, it didn't matter to him how many men she had fucked, he had only asked that she not hand him a line of bull.