Chapter 11
Conrad & Leah - Myrtle Beach
Conrad and Leah knew one another better now at this, their fourth get together. They were in Leah's motel room and, after several drinks and a satisfying sample of cocaine, they got down to business. Monkey business, that is.
"Mmmm, have I told you that you've got a nice juicy ass," Conrad chuckled softly, in the pretty blonde hooker's ear. "I like rear ending. Do you, baby?"
Still smoldering from the effects of having a smattering of the white powder licked from her cunt, Leah turned to face him, revealing once again that she was a natural blonde in all respects,
"Yeah, sure," she murmured, "sometimes I like it in the ass."
He leaned over her shoulder and kissed her. As a rule, hookers don't kiss, but Leah considered this to be a kind of relationship. A kinky relationship, but with his seemingly endless supply of high grade cocaine, she felt it was all right to bend some rules.
'Hell,' she thought, 'for the constant highs he was providing, she would have tied the rules into the shape of a pretzel and thrown them into the Atlantic.
Conrad's hands had a tight grip on her ass. His fingers glided lightly, teasingly, across her wrinkled pucker, and Leah almost did a dip trying to press her legs together to heighten the erotic tension.
Using his thumbs, he spread her cheeks apart. Leah shuddered and had a mini-orgasm. A moment later, a finger rubbed over her anus, applying a light but firm pressure against it. A warm sensation lit up her bowels, and Leah realized he had applied some coke back there. A pleasurable whimper escaped her lips. "That's it! Baby, you sure know the way to a girl's heart."
"It ain't you're heart I'm after, honey," Conrad croaked, as Leah got down on her knees, her ass now jutting up in further invitation to him.
Conrad felt especially good. 'The coke's working,' he thought, moving his mouth upward, intent on spending a tantalizing eternity on that tiny strip of border flesh between her anus and cunt known as the perineum. But after another application of coke, the area was growing raw from the intensity with which he was licking her. He knew that his tongue was driving her crazy, and seeing her fingers thrusting harder and faster, in and out of her creamy cunt, supported his theory.
Conrad delighted in teasing this whore, now a sometime girlfriend. His tongue moved a half-inch north and she made a whooshing sound. He cupped her buttocks and slapped them twice, then spread them, baring the tiny pink tightness of her clenched asshole.
"I love you here, too," she heard him whisper, and his tongue began to rim and tickle the furrowed rosebud. He pried her tiny orifice open, and his tongue moved into the dilated opening, flicking, stabbing and making a shallow, but undeniable penetration.
Leah jerked at each touch, as if he'd slapped her with a paddle rather than flicked her with his tongue. Her ass grew hotter and hotter under his hands, and her fingers became almost maniacal inside her pussy and over her rigidly engorged clit.
"Christ," she panted, "Oh, Christ...."
He covered her anal opening with his mouth and sucked. A part of Leah's mind was thinking,
God, how gross! He's sucking my asshole!
But the vibrant sensations he was wringing out of her caused her to respond on a more primitive level, and her body began to shake and quiver in excitement reacting to the caresses of his hot, hungry mouth.
Leah found that, by reaching back she could take hold of his prick, and thought,
God, he is hard!
Her fist didn't quite fit around him, causing her to think,
What a wild and uninhibited pair we are!
She was totally conscious of the pulsation beating through his rock-hard cock and allowed her fingers to moisten themselves in the small estuary of precum oozing from his slit.
"What you're doing is so filthy," she told him in a choked voice, "but you're making me so hot, too."
His tongue continued to worm its way into her rectum. He licked up the crack of her ass, then back down, returning to her backdoor for more of the same hot turn-on he'd been giving her. Her hand lovingly caressed his cock. She liked his size, his hardness, the eagerness his prick always showed as it fought to get inside her.
She searched her memory for another experience like this one.
Most clients were relatively easy: a little sucking, a good fuck, with the occasional guy wanting to put it up her kiester.
Then it came to her --
the three black guys in Santa Monica.
That had been about as nasty an experience as she had ever had.
She had taken all three of their big dicks at once. But they hadn't switched holes, and all had come at about the same time. But Conrad, or whatever the fuck his name was - well, he was different.
Each time they had been together he had managed to excite her, and that was unusual for Leah. As sexual partners went, they seemed to be perfectly matched.
"Let's do it now," she heard him say, bringing her back.
'Do what?' Leah thought, as she drifted in a cocaine induced haze. Nevertheless, she shifted her lithe body, giving him access to whatever part of her he desired. He kissed his way up her body, licking her spine, and her shoulder blades. He pushed her long blonde tresses aside and his mouth found hers.
It felt weird to be kissing him after he'd had his tongue up her ass, but she thought she'd done worse. But aside from the three black guys, she couldn't recall any.
Leah opened her mouth and he sucked her lower lip between his and chewed it. She had not been kissed this way since high school and, when he changed off and nipped at her upper lip, she sent her tongue out in greeting. And then, from nowhere his index finger slid into her anus, and she came.
