Jackpot Maid
by Valerie Hart
(LLP-997)


CHAPTER ONE 

Peggy Barton had come all the way from New York to work in Las Vegas. With 
all the money there was floating around New York, it seemed ridiculous for 
Peggy to come to Nevada, but nevertheless, this was where she had come. 
There was a reason for it. Her family lived in New York, and there was 
always the possibility of running into a family member, or at least someone 
who knew a family member, and then "little" Peggy would have been in 
trouble. 

She was called "little" Peggy as opposed to her mother who was just Peggy. 
Her mother had been the glamorous one, and she had been told that men had 
flocked to her mother before her father, an ordinary teamster, had actually 
married her. 

She looked more like her father than her mother, and this was bad as far as 
she was concerned. Her father had a long nose, which she had, as well, and 
he had closely set together eyes, which she also had. Even her mouth was 
thin like her father's rather than full like her mother's. True, she had 
long, dark-blonde hair, and her father had brown hair. She had full bosoms, 
a slender waist, rounded hips, and long legs that were nicely shaped. But 
Peggy thought of herself as ugly. 

Many of the boys who dated her hadn't thought the twenty-year-old girl was 
ugly. But before they'd had an opportunity to assess their chances with her, 
Peggy's father had frightened them off. 

Peggy knew the only way to get anywhere in the world was to have lots of 
money. She also knew she would never make it as a model or an actress. The 
only way to really make big money was to become a big time hooker. 
Unfortunately, in New York there were so many small time hookers available, 
it didn't pay to try and become a big time whore. Besides, as previously 
noted, even if she did manage to become big time in the big city, someone 
she knew might report it back to her father, and that would be the end of 
her moneymaking career. One other thing decided her against New York, and 
that was the Mafia. They ran most of the prostitution rings in New York, and 
independents weren't welcome. 

As an independent, she wouldn't be welcome in Las Vegas, either. This was 
especially true since she had absolutely no experience whatsoever. She was 
still a virgin, thanks to daddy. But, if she went to work for one of the 
better hotels as a maid, then she stood a chance of operating independently, 
since hotel maids were not subject to the rules and regulations set down by 
the Las Vegas sheriff's office. This was especially true if she did not 
actively solicit, and in Las Vegas, as a maid, it would be very easy not to 
solicit and still earn big money with that tiny little hole between her 
thighs. 

So here was Peggy Barton in Las Vegas. In Vegas, a town full of beautiful 
women, one merely pretty girl like Peggy went virtually unnoticed. This 
suited her fine, especially since she was dressed very conservatively, in a 
simple blue skirt and blue jacket with a white blouse, and therefore didn't 
attract the attention of wandering patrol cars as she briskly walked the 
streets of the city. 

She'd had an interview arranged with Max Stander, the owner of The Naiad, 
the newest, most posh resort in Las Vegas. It was a huge hotel with lots and 
lots of acreage around it, right on the strip. It had the largest gambling 
casinos in the world in it, each one more luxurious in appearance than the 
next. There were six different casinos in the hotel, and each was larger 
than many of the combined casinos of two and three hotels put together. 

At five minutes to ten on a Sunday morning, Peggy, fresh off the bus, 
suitcase in hand, walked through the doors of the huge hotel and asked the 
way to Mr. Stander's office. When directed, she walked through corridors of 
deep pile carpeting, and she finally reached the door. Knocking, she was 
told to enter, and did so. 

She was in an outer office, but no one was there, it being Sunday. However, 
the door to the inner office was open, and a large, heavyset man with white 
hair was sitting behind a desk in his shirtsleeves, sorting out bills. 

"Come on in," he invited in a gravelly voice. 

Peggy walked in, and saw the office was larger than many apartments she had 
known. Heck! It was even larger than the entire ranch house in which she had 
lived almost all her life. There was deep blue carpeting on the floor, 
matching blue draperies around the windows, and even the walls had pastel 
blue wallpaper. 

Max Stander was pudgy, with a flat nose, two double chins, and hair that 
seemed to fly in every direction at once. He pointed to a chair in front of 
his desk, and Peggy sat. 

"You're the one who's looking for the job of maid, huh," he said. 

"Yes," Peggy nodded. 

"Uh huh! You ain't a bad looker. Yeah, you'll do, that is, if you know how 
to make a bed and clean up a room." 

"I worked with my mother, who's a nurse, for three years," Peggy told him. 
"Believe me, nurses are better than maids when it comes to making beds and 
cleaning rooms." 

"Yeah, I believe that," Max nodded. "Look, a there's one other thing you 
oughta know. We don't dig a chick flashing herself to all the high rollers 
who work here, get me?" 

"I understand," Peggy nodded, feeling her heart sink a little. 

"The sheriff's office frowns on indies. All prostitutes gotta work for some 
regular stable or other, and their pimps get a rake-off. You follow me?" 

"Yes," Peggy nodded. 

"Good. Now, lemmee make somethin' else straight. If some guy flashes money 
at you and you don't wanna take what he has to offer, you tell him no. If he 
persists, you come and tell me, and I have him tossed out on his keester. 
Got me?" 

"Yes," Peggy nodded. 

"However, if some high roller offers you money without your comin' on to him 
first, and you wanna take the money, we look the other way. Just as long as 
you ain't solicitin'. You're over eighteen, so you go ahead and do what you 
wanna do, just as long as it don't interfere with your job as a maid, and 
just as long as you can't be caught for solicitin'. One more thing. You do 
agree to get into the sack with some guy, and then he yells you tried 
hookin' him, you come straight to me. Long as you didn't make the first 
offer, and believe me, I'll know if ya did, I'll back ya alla way, so the 
sheriff's office can't touch you, and the stable boys stay away from you. 
Got me?" 

"Yes sir," Peggy nodded. 

"Good. Now I'll call the head of the maids in here, and you go with her. 
She'll show you where you'll sleep. We have a small place where alla maids 
sleep if they ain't got no livin' quarters of their own. We don't charge you 
nothin' for the board, and as far as the food, you pay cost, 'cause we can't 
afford to feed all the help here and still hope to make a profit if they 
don't at least pay us what we paid for the food." 

"That's fine" Peggy nodded. 

"Good. Y'start at two hunnert-and-fifty a week, which in this town is a real 
modest salary, but the tips you make, one way or another, oughtta make up 
for it." 

"Thank you," Peggy said, standing as he picked up the phone. 

"S'all right kid," he nodded. "I hope you make it." w 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Sunday was a relatively mild day compared to all others, basically because 
most of the hotel's inhabitants were recovering from Saturday night revels. 
Peggy was told to ignore anything that might still be going on when cleaning 
the rooms. If couples were still asleep, she was to quietly leave and return 
later. If they were awake and indulging themselves and one another, she was 
also to leave. Under no circumstances was she to irritate the hotel guests. 
Unless it involved embarrassing her personally, she was to do anything and 
everything the guests insisted she do. 

The head maid had taken Peggy first to her own room in a small wing of the 
hotel where guests were not permitted. There, Peggy was to share a room with 
one of the other women who worked as a maid, and who was already hard at 
work. 

Peggy was given three maid's uniforms her size and told to keep at least one 
as a spare in case the one she was wearing got dirty, while the third one 
would be in the basement laundry being cleaned after she had initially worn 
it. The uniform was actually little more than a showgirl's costume, with 
almost no sleeves, a mini-bottom, and frilly panties the same midnight-blue 
as the rest of the uniform. 

Peggy was told where to find the linen closets on the various floors, where 
there would also be hampers available so she would be able to take away the 
dirty linen. She would also find extra vacuum cleaners in each of the linen 
closets, as well as all the necessary cleansers, cleaning rags, spray waxes 
and such. The only money she was to consider hers, was money left after the 
guest had departed the room. 

Peggy was given a spot on the hotel's eighth floor. Since it was such a 
large hotel, the eighth floor required three different maids working hard to 
cover the entire floor between the hours of nine and three. Unless a guest 
was still in his room by three, preventing a maid from doing her work, every 
room on her itinerary was to be completed by that time. 

Peggy had a total of fifteen rooms to cover, which really wasn't that many 
since her father, who had once worked for a cleaning service during a 
teamster's strike, had shown her how to charge through a house in no time 
flat, cleaning the entire house in less than an hour. A hotel room would be 
taken care of in much faster time, even with the changing of linens. In 
fact, since most houses her father had cleaned had six-or-more rooms, Peggy 
was certain she'd be able to go through each hotel room in less than fifteen 
minutes. Thus, even if she were slowed down or delayed for some reason or 
other, she ought to be able to get through with her work in the time 
allotted her. 

Since she was starting late today, she wasn't expected to do all fifteen 
rooms. Four of them had already been done for her, and in the five work 
hours she had left, she was expected to finish the remaining eleven. 

Emerging from the hotel's linen closet in the north wing of the eighth 
floor, Peggy wheeled her linen cart through the halls and systematically 
went to work cleaning the rooms. She got through six rooms in an 
hour-and-a-quarter, and had them spotless. 

It was when she reached the seventh room that she ran into the kind of 
trouble she knew she ought to expect. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Like all other rooms, this one was locked, and she had to use the master key 
given to her by the head maid to get in. There was no sign on the door 
telling her not to disturb the occupants, so she unlocked the door and 
walked right in. The moment she did so, she froze. Inside were four people, 
two of each gentler. "Oops, sorry," she said. "I'll come back later." 

"No, no, s'all right," a hung-over woman with medium brown hair said to her. 
"Might just as well get it all over and done with right now. Clean up the 
place and scram." 

"Hey, Mary Ann," one of the men, a tall, skinny man with dark-blonde hair, 
much like Peggy's, called out. "Who the hell're you talkin' to at this time 
of the morning?" 

"If you'd open your eyes," the one referred to as Mary Ann replied to the 
speaker, "you'd be able to see." 

"Look, I'd better come back later," Peggy insisted, not wanting to get into 
trouble her first day on the job. 

"Hey, you get your butt back here and clean up this room, right now," the 
woman called Mary Ann insisted, sliding out of bed, revealing that she was 
stark naked. "If you don't do your job, I'll call the management and tell 
'em you're trying to get away without cleaning our room. That'll get you 
sacked." 

Peggy, still new to all this, and unaware of precisely what it was these 
people were or were not capable of doing, decided at the moment she was 
better off not trying to fight them. The slender, somewhat tallish 
brown-haired woman-and she looked taller than she was because she was so 
slender-had a firm, compact physique, one covered by a series of 
black-and-blue marks, attesting to the fact that her body had been handled, 
then handled again during the night. At the moment her slender form was 
tight and compact, but the way she was abusing herself meant she would one 
day become flabby and jelly-like. Even her breasts, which at present were 
firm, is small, rounded teats with tiny tan nipples and no areolae would one 
day start to sag. Her waist was narrow enough at present, and her hips trim. 
She was obviously one of the professional women belonging to the many 
stables who operated in this area. 

There were two people on the other bed, as well, and the woman there was the 
first one to awaken. She was a bleached blonde with almost no breasts at 
all, and her body was almost the mirror image of the female with brown hair. 
She was lean, almost boyish in that she had no real hips, and like the 
darker-haired woman, she was pretty enough-for the moment. like Mary Ann, 
she was also coming out of what had obviously been a staggering drunk. 

Peggy knew if she didn't watch herself, she would end up like these women. 
That was the last thing she wanted to do. At least as a maid, if she did 
make contact with men who wanted to use her, she would be able to save 
almost all the money and build herself a big-enough bank account on which to 
one day retire. As a matter-of-fact, she had an account she had opened in a 
New York bank just before she had left. It was one of those accounts that 
sent quarterly statements rather than use a passbook, and she would be able 
to bank by mail. This way, if someone from the sheriff's office got cute and 
tried checking on any bank account she might have in Vegas, he would find 
very little to substantiate that she was earning money over and above that 
which the hotel was paying her. 

There was a second man in the room, but he was still under the covers, 
blocked by the blonde, who was called Arlene. However the first man, whose 
name Peggy later learned was Dennis, was long, thin, almost to the point of 
being stringy. He had ears set close to his head, and at the moment he was 
wearing tight fitting jockey briefs, and nothing else. His body was covered 
with dried sweat, obviously from the previous night's exertions. 

"Wha's goin' on here?" the second man asked, suddenly sitting up. like the 
first, he was cleanshaven, but he was almost bald, and unlike the first man, 
he was a beefy man. Facially he was better-looking than the first man, 
though he was so blowsy at that time of the morning, it was difficult to 
tell. 

It was obvious the room belonged to the two men, and they had tipped a 
bellboy in order for him to provide them with the services of the two 
prostitutes. Obviously they had started downstairs, since the room wasn't 
too messed up, and they had both gotten roaring drunk. Then they had 
returned to the room where they had gotten down to their skin suits and 
played all kinds of games. Then the men had slipped on their undershorts-the 
beefy man was wearing boxer shorts, and they had all gone to sleep, though 
heaven-only knew what time they had finally conked out. 

While the beefy man, who was called Sheldon, got out of bed, patting the 
rump of the artificially blonde Arlene, the one called Dennis got to his 
feet, stretched and yawned. Sheldon staggered off to the bathroom, more 
woozy than ever. 

"Ummmmm, well ... hi there," Dennis yawned, then yawned again, grinning at 
Peggy, who, never having encountered anything like this in her life, was 
more than a little frightened. "Hey, I see you've come to join the party. 
Good, good! Hey look, lady, I got somethin' to show you." 

He took a long, deep breath and began beating his chest like a gorilla. He 
hooked his thumb in the elastic waistband of his undershorts and tugged them 
down, letting them fall around his ankles to reveal a pecker that was unlike 
anything Peggy had ever seen. As a nurse's aide, she had helped her mother 
in the hospital wards and had seen her share of flaccid penises, but there 
was nothing flaccid about this organ. It was stiff, it was thick, it was 
swollen, and it was pointing in her direction, topped by a massive red tip-a 
tip that looked like an onion. 

Peggy, having worked in the hospital for some time before deciding it 
definitely was not for her, thought, after all the misery she had seen 
there, she was incapable of being shocked, but she had to admit the open 
behavior of these people was disgusting. She turned away from what Dennis 
was trying to show her and started vacuuming the carpet. She wanted to 
finish as swiftly as possible and then get out of this terrible room. It 
smelled of the four bodies, and even if she were able to open the windows 
and air the room out, it probably would be hours before it became habitable 
by someone else. 

She vacuumed rapidly, but she was unable to help but notice from the corner 
of her eye that Dennis, the skinny dark-blonde man who had displayed himself 
to her, was turning his naked body and beckoning to the bleached-blonde, 
Arlene, all alone in her bed. Arlene finally climbed out of the bed, but she 
was unsteady on her feet. She almost fell sideways, staggering as she held 
her arm out to keep her balance. She found herself suddenly standing in 
front of the TV set in the corner of the room. 

Dennis walked over and turned her to face the TV set, and as if she were 
under arrest, he had her put her hands on top of the set, then move her feet 
way back, spreading them as wide as possible. He wasted no time rubbing his 
hand up and down the insides of Arlene's thighs, smiling when she winced as 
he pinched her. 

"I like fucking a cunt from the rear every now and again," he shouted at her 
loud enough for his voice to be heard over the sound of the vacuum cleaner. 

Using his fingers to keep her leaking vaginal slot splayed wide open, he 
reached down with his other hand, grabbed his phallic lance, and pushed it 
right up against her tantalizing pussylips. Arlene seemed to be a woman 
ready for sex at all times. Her hot cunt was already a seething, boiling 
honey-pot. 

Peggy had left the door to the room open while she was working, but Arlene 
was totally oblivious to this fact, not caring if anyone passing by did peer 
inside. It was plain her cunt was obviously one that had been used rather 
considerably since Dennis's cock, which was massively thick, still had no 
trouble whatsoever fitting itself into her tightness. It shoved itself into 
the gaping orifice with a single upward flexing as he rammed his hips 
forward. 

"Yeah," he grinned at her. "Your cunt is just like Mary Ann's. Fits right 
around my cock." 

The blonde bent the upper half of her slender body over the top of the TV 
set, hugging it tightly against her body as Dennis pressed his swollen cock 
deeper into her cunt, pushing his hairy thighs against the white roundness 
of her ass-cheeks. He began rotating his hips very violently as he began 
plunging the full length of his massive dork in and out of the tightness of 
the lovely lady's noisily sucking pussy. 

Arlene started going into insane gyrations, herself. She began slamming her 
sucking, slurping pussy violently back and forth in time to the obscenely 
violent thrusts and rotations as if she were constantly corkscrewing herself 
back and forth, on and away from his jackhammering prick. She had no trouble 
whatsoever engulfing the massive length of the organ, applying the muscles 
she had long-ago developed in her cunt so they were able to cling suckingly 
to the throbbing length. Arlene began gasping in ecstasy almost immediately, 
and Peggy realized she was putting on an act, making the man feel he was 
really getting to her. The whore knew her business, all right. Men like to 
think they can make a whore climax, in spite of the fact that her body has 
been used by so many cocks she should be inured to orgasm. The solid 
masculine meat drove its way into her fiery center again and again. 

As the plunging penis continued moving in and out of the tightly sucking 
depths of the bleached blonde, revealing almost all of its full, gleaming 
length on each backstroke, Peggy, from where she was standing, saw it was 
covered with the bubbling froth produced inside Arlene's steaming pussy. As 
Dennis's pelvis banged itself against the lovely woman's rounded ass-cheeks, 
the froth enmeshed itself in his pubic hairs and smeared all over her 
rounded buttocks, making the white ass-cheeks glisten and shine. 

In spite of the sounds of the vacuum cleaner, Peggy found herself clearly 
able to distinguish the continuing squish-squish of their tandem movements 
as the blonde began riding his stiff cock all the more violently, her arms 
wrapping themselves that much more tightly around the TV set. She really did 
seem to be enjoying what was happening, and Peggy began wondering how much 
of it was an act, after all. At any rate, she was getting an education, 
since she realized this was precisely the way men would expect her to react 
once they started fucking her. 

Dennis was responding that much more strongly now, his frontal thighs 
whacking solidly against the backs of the sexy blonde's thighs as he powered 
into Arlene with all the strength and violence he had in him, slamming so 
hard, her feet were lifted up off the floor on each forward stroke as his 
pelvis hoisted her rounded ass-cheeks into the air. 

"I'M ... UUUUUNNNNNHHHHH . . ? . GONNA SHOOT ... GONNA SHOOT he gasped, 
moving faster. "I CAN'T HOLD IT BACK..." 

"Just a little longer, a little longer, please..." 

Arlene was begging. "Hold on just a little longer, handsome. Your friend, 
last night, frustrated the hell out of me while he came twice. I'm almost 
there. Take your cock out of my cunt for a little while and suck my pussy. I 
washed it out real good after your friend was finished. Come on, be a 
sport." 

Peggy was unable to determine if this was some kind of an act. Prostitutes 
weren't supposed to be concerned with their own orgasms. They were paid good 
money to make certain the man had a climax. 

"Why the fuck should I do a thing like that?" Dennis asked, and Peggy, 
moving the vacuum cleaner around, noticed a glint in his eye. It was 
something he wanted to do, or at least it was something leading up to more 
of what he wanted the girl to do. He was continuing to drive his throbbing 
phallus that much more solidly into the tightly sucking depths of her 
anxious feminine inferno. 

"Hell!" Arlene gasped. "I'll do anything you want ... anything at all, just 
as long as you make sure I climax." 

"Lick my ass-hole?" he asked, still fucking into her. 

"Yes, yes, yes, only don't come until I'm ready," she insisted. 

"Hell!" Dennis muttered, seemingly angry. "This is gonna kill the feeling 
for me." 

"I'll make it up to you, you'll see, I will," Arlene promised as he finally 
slowed down. 

Peggy wondered how it was really possible for two people such as these, 
rutting like pigs in mud, to really enjoy what they were doing. Hell! If 
some man was going to pay her to lie down, she was going to set the ground 
rules ahead of time. To begin with, she hated the idea of using that 
dog-like position the female was presently assuming. She also hated the idea 
of being fucked while standing on her feet. She wanted it to be in a bed, 
especially her first time. 

There was no visible sign of tenderness whatsoever. She knew better than to 
look for love or some kind of inner emotional feeling, but when two people 
become this intimate, they were sharing something, though it was obvious 
Dennis didn't seem to think so. It was a give-and-take situation as far as 
he was concerned. He gave money along with his friend Sheldon, and the girls 
took. In return, the girls gave their bodies, and the men took. There was no 
sharing, and Peggy, who had always believed that no matter how much money 
was involved in sex, both sides enjoyed it, now realized how cold and 
impersonal a fuck might be. Nevertheless, she wasn't going to let it deter 
her. If fucking had to be this unfeeling, then so be it! She would simply 
have to make sure she earned that much more. After all, she had come to Las 
Vegas to earn a fortune, and she had no intention of trying her luck at some 
roulette wheel or gambling her money away. Gambling was for suckers. She was 
banking on enough wealthy people wanting to use her body so that she would 
be able to accumulate enough money in a short-enough period of time so that 
she would never have to work again. With the money market certificates at 
the bank paying anywhere from nine to thirteen percent, she ought to be able 
to live on the interest alone. 

"Hey, you know what?" Dennis said, as Sheldon, the beefy one finally came 
out of the bathroom. "I just got me a great idea." 

"What's the great idea?" Sheldon asked, walking to where Mary Ann was 
standing, all set to use her body. 

"Let's watch the two broads making it with one another for awhile," Dennis 
said. "This way, they can make each other come, and then you and I can screw 
the two of them at our leisure and not have to worry about making them hit 
the top." 

"Sounds all right to me," Sheldon nodded. 

"How absolutely disgusting," Mary Ann said out loud, voicing what Peggy was 
thinking as the latter vacuumed the large, overstuffed chair across the 
room. 

"Hey, what about the maid?" Sheldon asked, pointing at Peggy. 

"Well hell, we're giving her an education," Dennis pointed out. "This way we 
don't have to leave a tip, since what we're giving her is worth a lot more'n 
money. Who knows, with a little visual stimulation, she just might wanna 
join in." 

"I don't like it, not at all," Mary Ann spoke up. "This isn't one of the 
things we were hired to do. I just don't go for things like that. Heck, I'm 
not even bi. I just don't get pleasure from licking some other whore's 
pussy." 

"Oh come on, come on," Arlene, the bleached blonde heartily laughed. "If the 
guys want to see us eating each other, I say we give 'em a thrill. Hell, 
they are paying for it." 

Without another word, the slender bleached blonde leaped on the equally 
slender brunette, surrounding her head with her arms, tightly gripping her 
and making her fall back on the bed. She brought her pink lips solidly down 
on those of Mary Ann, and at the same time she rubbed her own small breasts 
against those of the brunette and felt her own nipples, as well as those of 
the other woman swell into anxious spikes of delight. 

Mary Ann began struggling and wriggling, trying hard to push the other woman 
away from her, but it was obvious Arlene was not one easily discouraged. 
Laughing out loud, she began hurriedly moving a hand up the inner thigh of 
the other lovely female. Mary Ann, suddenly unable to breathe, finally 
managed to tear her mouth away from the other woman's hungering lips, 
saying, "Now you come off it, Arlene. Knock it off! We didn't bargain for 
this. We were paid strictly for hetero." 

"Oh come on, this is going to be fun," Arlene insisted, smiling wider as she 
once again pressed her hungering lips demandingly against the equally 
delectable mouth of the objecting Mary Ann. She began sucking at the 
brown-haired woman's mouth as if her own oral center contained the power of 
the vacuum cleaner still in Peggy's hand. 

The blonde's insistent breasts continued to violently rub all the more 
sensuously against those of the other woman as the latter continued 
struggling. Mary Ann fought it for some time, but it soon became obvious to 
everyone in the room, including Peggy, the brunette was definitely becoming 
affected by the contact. The tantalizing combination of Arlene's 
blisteringly heated kisses added to the overpowering pressure of her 
hard-nippled breasts rubbing violently against the small mammaries of the 
other woman, made Mary Ann start to pant as her nostrils suddenly swelled 
and dilated. 

The lithe blonde continued using her fingers, making them dance their way up 
and down the tender thighs of the other woman. Finally they discovered the 
mossy opening between the other female's no longer-kicking legs. 

Peggy, still cleaning, hurriedly changing the sheets of the unoccupied bed, 
continued covertly watching as Arlene's practiced fingers moved through the 
brown-haired woman's pelvic thatch until they finally found their objective; 
the other woman's outer labia. The fingers now began to slowly slide very 
gently up and down, and as a result more moisture began bubbling and seeping 
from the tantalizing brunette's already thrilled and aroused inner 
womanhood. It all looked like colorless sap oozing from a maple tree. 

Arlene continued rubbing consistently until the lovely Mary Ann began 
sighing. Finally a Finger parted the inner labia and snaked between them, 
continuing to massage the secret vestibule hidden between those tantalizing 
cunt lips. 

"Oh yesss!" Arlene began muttering. "You do have a loose pussy, honey. I 
guess that's the price all of us pay for working in this kind of job. But 
don't let it bother you, baby, it's still one sweet little box, and it'll 
hold any cock comfortably." 

Then Arlene's extended forefinger, followed by her middle finger, began 
sliding in, moving deeper and deeper, burying themselves in Mary Ann's 
slithery feminine temple. The continual plunging of her rubbing fingers, 
moving in and out again and again, kept on, and it was plain Mary Ann was 
feeling more and more of the bubbling, heated liquidity continually building 
in the depths of her tightly sucking vaginal trough. Her mind was being 
overcome by her senses, senses she had no longer capably believed of being 
aroused, and at this point the brunette didn't seem to care whether it was a 
man's finger or a woman's finger moving out of her seething conduit. She 
attempted to make one more effort to object, and pulling her mouth from 
Arlene's, she said, "Come on, Arlene, stop this! I'm not some kind of dyke." 

"Who the hell do you really think you're kidding?" Arlene laughed out loud. 
"You don't really want me to stop finger-fucking you, honey, and what's 
more, you know it." 

Peggy had finished making the bed, and hurrying, she began dusting and 
polishing the furniture, and though she did her best to keep her eyes 
averted, not wanting to witness this kind of sexual activity, because of the 
dresser mirror and the reflecting face of the turned-off TV set, she was 
able to see everything going on. She continued watching as Arlene's deft 
fingers pushed themselves a little deeper, and she felt a bit of sympathy 
for the brown-haired woman. The trouble was, looking at all this was having 
an unexpected effect on her own body, and without realizing it, she was 
inwardly responding, though she had never felt anything like this in her 
life, before. She almost felt the fucking fingers sliding into the tightly 
narrow stricture of her own seething vagina, and she realized she was indeed 
becoming heatedly aroused. 

Arlene's palm continued rubbing itself against Mary Ann's pelted labia. It 
occasionally brushed against the bead-like extension of the other woman's 
reddened, outstanding clitoris. 

Staring at Mary Ann's clitoris in the mirror, Peggy realized that although 
she had read about the existence of such an organ, she had never searched 
her own body for it, and thus she had never-before seen one. Now, for the 
first time she was actually looking at a clitoris and she knew what it 
looked like. In the mirror, at that distance, it appeared to be nothing more 
than a tiny red nipple, and just looking at it made Peggy fully aware she 
had one that was also enlarged, and it was pressing against her rayon 
panties. 

"You know, Mary Ann, in spite of it's being over-used, you have yourself one 
helluva terrific-looking little pussy here," Arlene muttered, pressing 
heated kisses against the softness of the brunette's throat as her fingers 
continued to plunge themselves in and out of the heatedly slimy orifice. 
"Not only that, but even though you get nice and wet inside, you don't get 
any larger. I can feel this cunt of yours just begging to have someone kiss 
it. I'm gonna be that someone, honey." 

There was no doubt about it. The lovely brown-haired Mary Ann was totally 
and completely trapped by the constant rhythmic movement of 

Arlene's continually probing fingers. Her bright eyes were now glistening 
with lustful desire, and her soft thighs, previously tightly pressed around 
the blonde's probing hand, fighting the pressure of Arlene's fingers, were 
now wide apart and welcoming them inside as she continued her wriggling. She 
moved in cadence with the invading digits, sucking them into her tight 
cunt-tighter as she began exercising muscle control, herself. She lifted her 
rounded buttocks higher and thereby allowed Arlene deeper access to her 
squeezing inner tunnel. She began moaning with lust. 

"Come on, come on," Arlene laughed, winking at the two naked men who were 
watching this tableau. "Admit it, honey! You like what I'm doing to you, and 
you know it!" 

"UUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH ... YES ... BUT..." 

"Oh no, no buts," Arlene giggled out loud, and suddenly she leaned her head 
down, pressing her face to Mary Ann's breast and she began kissing her left 
nipple, gently lapping at the turgid bud. 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," the beefy, powerfully built Sheldon urged her. "That's 
the only way, Arlene. Keep it up and do a good job on her. I'll give 'er a 
king-sized fuck, afterward," he said, pointing to a stiff penis that was 
even longer and thicker than the monster sported by the man known as Dennis. 
"You just keep working on her and make the bitch feel good." 

"Aaaaaaah ... come on, come on, don't take forever doing it," Dennis 
insisted. "Hell, I was all set to pop my load when the blonde stopped me. 

You know, making a guy hold back his sperm is very unhealthy." 

"Look at the hardness of those sexy nipples," Arlene was saying to the two 
men as Peggy quickly moved into the bathroom to clean up. She was now no 
longer able to see anything, but she was still able to hear them very 
clearly. 

"Yeah," Dennis was saying nice and loud. "Mary Ann may have two tiny tits, 
but they're nice and solid, as hard as tangerines." 

Arlene's mouth hungrily came down again, engulfing the tiny nipple of Mary 
Ann's left breast. She sucked long and hard, turning the nipple into a brown 
bullet. As she cleaned, Peggy was clearly able to hear the loud sucking 
noises. She also heard Mary Ann sighing and panting in a very loud voice. 

Arlene was all over the brunette like an animal-like a bear-a honey bear. 
She had seemingly just found the tastiest hive of honey in the whole world. 
Her tongue flicked out at the brown nipple again and again, making Mary Ann 
quiver totally out of control. Whoever said whores didn't have feelings was 
crazy! 

This is disgusting! Peggy thought to herself. Absolutely and utterly 
shameful and disgusting! That two women should indulge themselves in 
something this terrible is totally unconscionable. 

Had she not read a whole host of romance books when she was younger, Peggy 
would have been certain there was no beauty whatsoever in sex. She had come 
to Las Vegas prepared to peddle her body, but with the idea that she would 
enjoy doing so. But what these people were doing was not enjoyable. It was 
smutty, awful, horrible! She wondered how in the name of heaven these women 
were able to look at themselves in the mirror after doing something like 
this. 

Why had they insisted she remain and clean up at this time? Why hadn't they 
permitted her to go? Did they really think that her witnessing this 
perverted behavior was going to make her want to join them? 

But even as she thought all these things, Peggy knew her body was vibrantly 
aroused, and it took all her mental control to keep from reacting. 

The brown-haired one called Mary Ann was gasping and sighing even more 
loudly now, and Arlene was murmuring, "It's good, isn't it, honey. You like 
what I'm doing to you, don't you?" 

"Yes, yes, yes," Mary Ann nodded. 

"You like the way I suck those tits of yours and finger that hot pussy of 
yours." 

"Yes, I do," Mary Ann finally confessed. "I've been to a lot of parties 
where I've seen lots of other women acting this way. Hell! I must have been 
fucked by half the men in Vegas, but not one of them knows how to make me 
feel the way you do." 

"Watch carefully, fellas," Arlene said, laughing in the direction of the two 
men. "Maybe next time you'll learn the right way to handle a whore, and 
she'll adore you for it." 

As if in a dream world all her own, the writhing brunette reached out with 
her own slender fingers and touched what little there was of Arlene's 
breasts. If Mary Ann had tangerine-sized breasts, then Arlene had 
lemon-sized ones. The nipples were already swollen, and when she massaged 
them with her palm, Mary Ann found the little brads swelled even more. Mary 
Ann had to admit she enjoyed feeling the nipples swell and grow until they 
had turned from a soft brown to a reddish-brown. The breasts themselves were 
such tiny paps they barely hung down, even with Arlene bent over the way she 
was. 

Arlene shifted a little so her breast would begin to move toward Mary Ann's 
slavering mouth. The slender brunette lifted her head, straining her neck, 
and she began to suck strongly as she felt the thick nipple push itself 
between her tautly anxious lips. 

Mary Ann's tongue was running over the deliciously velvety rubber, tasting 
the musky flavor. She began biting it, chewing and nibbling, feeling the 
spongy pointed extension between her nibbling teeth. She sucked as hard as 
she was able, slurping noisily as she pulled the nipple as far into the 
depths of her mouth as possible, and now it was Arlene's turn to gasp and 
moan. 

Arlene's left hand began sliding along the slenderly trim trestle that was 
Mary Ann's laddered spine. In the meantime, her other hand continued 
sloshing fingers in and out of the woman's flushed vagina. Her fingers 
tightened all the more firmly around one of Mary Ann's buttocks, checking 
out the separation and crease where her rear cheek was joined to her lower 
thigh, then sliding her hand to the bottom of her spine, feeling her coccyx. 
Her fingers dug into the solid fullness of one round buttock, then slid all 
the more deeply into the crevice between the two moon-like cheeks, touching 

Mary Ann's anal pucker. 

Meanwhile the fingers of her other hand continued their mad thrusting in and 
out of the sucking sump of the brown-haired woman's narrow tunnel of love, 
made all the tighter by contracting inner muscles. Arlene's palm continued 
pressing against the other woman's outer labia. 

"You have one cunt that you really know how to work," Arlene whispered 
softly. "Even your pubic hair feels good and soft. You'll have to tell me 
what you use to take the crinkly crispness out of it. I notice your inner 
tunnel is still elastic. I guess you aren't using alum yet to tighten 
yourself." 

"No!" Mary Ann gasped as Arlene's sinking fingers rammed themselves that 
much more deeply and solidly inside her, causing one more bituminous fire to 
ignite. Mary Ann writhed all the more desperately, unable to control her 
movements, sighing and gasping that much louder, now. 

Arlene's moving, burrowing fingers continued to shove themselves in all the 
more deeply, making the other woman yelp. As a result Mary Ann began humping 
her rear cheeks higher off the mattress. 

Abruptly, the artificial blonde tugged her fingers from the cave of the 
other woman, then lay on top of her, belly to belly. 

The ultra-sensitive contact was unbelievably thrilling and delightful to 
Mary Ann. The dark-brown hair between the bleached Arlene's thighs pressed 
against her own medium-brown curls, and Peggy, who had just finished in the 
bathroom and was trying to move toward the door so she might be able to 
leave, wondered how either of them was able to achieve any kind of 
satisfaction without a penis. 

The two women were passionately kissing, clamping their mouths tightly 
together like lovers. Each one tongue-dueled with the other, trying to 
invade one another's oral cave. Arlene was lapping away hungrily, tasting 
the other woman's slippery tongue, running her own tongue over the gums, 
teeth, and palate of Mary Ann. Then she broke off the kiss, sitting back, 
intent now on gazing into the wetly sucking depths of the heated pussy over 
which she now had total and complete control. 

Parting the sweet, cup-shaped lips of Mary Ann's vagina with her probing 
fingers, her own oral organ came stabbing out and washed her own lips as she 
gazed hungrily, with rapt attention into the flaming pink pussy beyond the 
tautly stretched labia. The pink-flowered delight of Mary Ann's sucking 
pussy was now wide open to her. 

From where she was standing, wrapping up the vacuum cleaner cord, Peggy 
realized she, too, was clearly able to see into the deep pink tunnel of the 
brown-haired woman's leaking vaginal core. How the other female was able to 
bring herself to make love to that peach-like slash was something totally 
beyond Peggy's understanding. This was something wholly and thoroughly 
depraved, and it made Peggy more than a little queasy. It was one thing to 
be a whore and try and make a living with one's body. That was honest-enough 
work, even if some people frowned on it and others looked down on it. But to 
make love to another woman was something totally obscene. Peggy realized, 
from what Mary Ann had said, that this was something neither of the women 
had been paid to do. Arlene was sort of forcing it on Mary Ann as an added 
attraction to the two men, hoping to possibly earn a big tip from them. What 
was even worse was the fact that Mary Ann, who hadn't wanted to do this 
thing initially, had finally succumbed, and Peggy realized if a practiced 
whore like this was able to be so easily seduced, then it was possibly just 
as easy, if not easier, for a girl like herself, who had never had anything 
directly to do with sex, to be overwhelmed by such perversity. 

"Hey, where do you think you're going?" the one called Dennis asked as she 
tried to leave. "You ain't finished doing the other bed, yet." 

"But I can't..." she insisted. 

"You just wait here until they're finished and then you'll be able to make 
the bed, you'll see," he insisted. "Go on, just sit yourself down in that 
chair over there and wait. Ain't no one gonna bother you, honey." 

The wriggling Mary Ann was behaving more and more wantonly, thrusting her 
aching pelvis up and down as if anxious to feel Arlene continue. Arlene slid 
her own body forward now, starting to rub the thatch covering her own pubes 
against the equally dark mat belonging to Mary Ann as her mouth hungrily 
came down on the other woman's breasts. Her tongue began slurping its way 
across her nipples. The peaks of the lovely Mary Ann's breasts seemed to 
swell all the more in constant response to the pressuring lingual digit as 
said oral organ rubbed against each nipple in turn. At the same time Arlene 
was rubbing the dribbling slabs of her own vagina against the sodden lips of 
the other woman's hunching pussy. 

Perspiration heavily sheeted the foreheads of the two females, and the 
gasping Mary Ann began wriggling uncontrollably and insanely beneath the 
thrillingly undulating of Arlene's pressuring body. The squirming 
bleached-blonde's soft-lipped labia continued pushing and massaging the 
tenderly soft cunt of the other girl, letting her heated juices drip all 
over the dribbling, sopping vagina. Each woman was aware of the scent of her 
own hot juices mixing with the fluids of the other woman. The aromatically 
erotic odor made both sets of nostrils twitch, and the aroma also tantalized 
the noses of the two observing men. The colorless oily wine seeping from 
Mary Ann's spongy inner cunt was being sopped up by the brown muff of the 
other woman, and clumps of damp hair circlets began forming on both pelvises 
in place of the usual fluffy curls. Arlene's entire body, from her almost 
non-existent breasts to her pillarly thighs was pressing all the more 
heavily on the other woman, but it was plain Mary Ann didn't mind the 
weight, at all. All she felt was continually mounting heat as Arlene's sweet 
rictus continually sought to swallow the lips of the hot cunt beneath, only 
to feel the struggling pussy fighting back as if, like some kind of 
attacking grouper, it was trying to swallow her cunt, whole. 

That was when the swollenly erect clitorises finally came into direct 
contact with one another. That moment in time seemed, to both females, as if 
each had been jolted with a hundred-thousand volts of electricity. Mary 
Ann's body leaped upward in spite of the weight of the other woman pressing 
down on her, and Arlene matched her with a downward thrust, forcing their 
clitorises to continue rubbing uncontrollably against one another. 

"Oh damn!" Mary Ann shudderingly gasped, bellowing as her raw clitoral 
nodule rubbed itself all the more furiously against the heated vaginal 
extension belonging to Arlene. 

Arlene, herself totally blistering with lava now, not only rammed her 
dripping vagina all the more solidly against that of the other female, but 
bit down all the harder on Mary Ann's breast, as well, sinking her teeth 
into the flesh and chewing on it. Flames were brilliantly flaring in the 
seething kiln of her volcano-like vagina, and she felt as if burning lava 
was pouring heavily from her sodden slash into the receptacle of the woman 
lying beneath her. Mary Ann was forcing her aching fulcrum all the higher 
now, grinding her vagina around and around, feeling her sensitive labia 
rubbing against the other woman's sodden pussylips as her dripping vaginal 
water mixed with the fluid being spat out by the tight pink oval between 
Arlene's thighs. Their cunt lips compressed and kissed one another very 
tightly, the way mouths would kiss, rubbing back and forth against each 
other. 

Mary Ann's fingers were now running madly up and down Arlene's trembling 
flanks, her fingers digging into the firm flesh. She was now trying to force 
the bleached-blonde to press her vagina against hers that much more solidly. 

"Hey wow!" the one called Sheldon said in his sonorous voice. "Look at the 
way the two of them are clit-fucking. That's as good as anything they can do 
with their mouths. Yes, go to it, girls, keep on doing it. Let's see the two 
of you really fuck each other." 

There was no doubt that Mary Ann was feeling wildly uncontrollable 
sensations. She was vibrantly continuing to grind her own seething pussy all 
the more firmly upward, pressing it inanely against Arlene's continually and 
relentlessly pressing labia. Both females were jerking convulsively. It was 
evident the two of them were on the verge of shuddering climaxes. 

Dennis turned to Peggy again and said, "Remember, you don't leave this room 
until you've changed the linen on that bed." 

"Yes sir," Peggy nodded. 

"Okay, Sheldon, this is where you and I come in." 

Walking over, he literally dragged Arlene off the dark-haired whore, and 
while Sheldon instantly jumped on Mary Ann, inserted his own long, thick 
cock as far as possible into the blonde's twisting body. The two of them 
slipped from the bed to the floor, but the hard cock stayed locked inside, 
and Sheldon also lowered Mary Ann to the floor, and this was Peggy's 
opportunity. She ought to have jumped up, made the bed, and run, but she was 
fascinated by what was happening, and so she stood, watched, and waited. 

Arlene's cunt hungrily swallowed the throbbing length of Dennis's throbbing 
cock, pulling it all the way into her subterranean interior. Arlene began 
pounding on the thin man's back with her fists and her heels, urging him on, 
beating him in an attempt to drive even more of his massively thick penis 
even deeper. She sensed his seething phallic lance being gobbled up in her 
simmering bog. 

Dennis was pressing firmly on her rounded shoulders, trying to hold her 
savagely moving body a little away from him so he'd be able to look at her 
while he fucked her. With his knees digging into the floor, he yanked his 
Herculean cock all the way back until only the glistening red glans was 
still inside her opening. Then he took a deep breath and socked himself into 
her with all the savage fury he had in him. He was fucking more out of the 
desire for self-satisfaction than anything else. He was still a little 
irritated with the blonde since she had made him take his cock out of her 
before he had come, earlier. There'd be no halfway fuck, this time. He 
intended screwing into her until he unleashed the entire load within him. 

Arlene was gasping and panting like a sow, straining to feel even more of 
the driving cock, angry this conceited son of a bitch had so much cock and 
didn't know what to do with it. She had known men inches shorter and thinner 
than he who fucked better. The next time she'd shove his entire face and 
head into her cunt if she got him to go down on her. His mind was small 
enough to fit into her cunt with room to spare. 

Dennis sensed the way her labia were tightly gripping his hard cock and 
wondered if she was intent on detaching it from the rest of his fucking 
body. 

"Deeper, you son of a bitch, deeper!" she gasped, almost totally out of 
breath. "You've got the equipment. Now for God's sake, use it!" 

Dennis was doing his damndest considering he was still almost out of it 
because of the tremendous hangover he still had. He was trying to hit her 
with long, hard strokes, but sometimes he would pull back too far, and his 
cock would come out of her, and she would have to stop long enough to put it 
back in. Other times he wouldn't stroke long enough, and so much of the 
feeling was lost. He tried straining his pelvis against hers without pulling 
back, but it didn't really produce any feeling. 

She had one deep cunt, this tramp did. No matter how hard he crammed himself 
into her, it didn't seem to be deep enough. He seemed unable to touch 
bottom. Damn it all! His own wife back home was a better lay. He was sorry 
he had gotten this particular whore. In fact, the other one wasn't much 
better. Unless the hotels came up with a better class of prostitute, he 
would suggest taking the insurance convention business elsewhere, next year. 
Shit! He was close to finishing now, so he might as well. 

Peggy stood there in awe, more than a little positive the man's movement was 
so eye-blurring fast, the friction in the poor woman's inflamed cunt would 
cause smoke to shortly pour forth from within. Eventually it would catch on 
fire, and the fire would fall on the carpet below her, and soon the entire 
room would be ablaze. He was pumping his white-hot cock into the blonde with 
such overpowering strength it appeared as if his hips were two moving 
hammers driving a thick rail spike far enough into her so that Mary Ann 
seemed nailed to the floor. She seemed to be totally helpless, pinned down 
like a beautiful butterfly on a mounting card. 

"How's it feel in there now, you bitch?" Dennis gasped. "You're getting more 
hard cock right now than you'll ever be able to handle. Any deeper and the 
head of my cock'll stab you in the heart." 

Mary Ann, lying on the other side of the floor, also used to thick penises, 
though capable of tightening her vaginal muscles when she chose, chose to do 
so now, and she was getting more substance from the fuck Sheldon was 
throwing into her. The more powerfully built, beefier man was slamming his 
long, thick plunging penis almost viciously into her, and looking at it all, 
Peggy was certain the friction would rub away all the protective layers of 
mucous membrane inside the helpless woman. 

Mary Ann's fingers were much more active than those of Arlene, massaging her 
man's back, tickling his hairy buttocks, trying her level best to tug him 
even more deeply into her devouring feminine quagmire. Sheldon's mouth was 
pressing itself all the more firmly to that of Mary Ann. They weren't 
bothering wasting time with words, cursing one another out. The enjoyment of 
tongue on tongue was too good to let pass as his hard horn continued poking 
itself into the wetly sucking depths of her juicy inner tunnel. The 
brown-haired female wrapped her legs tightly around Sheldon's thighs, her 
heels kicking his buttocks, but not to hurt him, but rather to urge him on 
to fuck harder and deeper. She moaned even as his mouth continued suturing 
itself to hers, floundering insanely beneath his relentlessly constant 
attack. 

Peggy was rooted to where she was standing, no longer worried about threats 
from either of the four participants on the floor. It was obvious from the 
heavy panting and loud groans that all four were physically enjoying 
themselves now, even if there was no love between them. 

Peggy stared raptly as Arlene started cursing more volubly, violently 
screaming long and loud, spouting obscene words Peggy had only heard men 
use. She wondered how it was possible for a woman to be indulging in 
something obviously so physically enjoyable and still curse the man fucking 
her. 

"You damn lousy son of a bitch!" Arlene was screaming. "Oh you 
motherfucking, cuntlapping bastard! You whoreson ... you scumbag ... 
aaaannnnhhhh ... ohhhhh ... hhhuuunnnhhh ... I can feel it this time ... 
this time it's gonna happennnnn ... ohhhhhhh..." 

"I'm all set this time, too, bitch!" Dennis said more silently. "This time 
you ain't stopping me!" 

"EEEYYYAAANNNGGGHHHAAARRR-GGGHHHUUUNNNGGGAAANNNGGGHHH-UUUGGGHHHAAAUUUWW 
WAAAGGG-HHH!" Arlene suddenly bellowed out loud. 

Her scream was followed by a loud roar from the man fucking her as he 
emptied what was left in his balls into her sucking cunt. His watery white 
seminal fluid poured into her maw, and then some of it backed up and began 
dribbling out, running onto her ass-cheeks. His cock shrank very quickly 
after that, and even as he continued shooting he was unable to keep his 
throbbing organ buried in the bleached blonde and was soon dribbling all 
over her thighs. 

"OHHHHH ... 
YYYEEEAAANNNGGG-HHHAAARRRGGGHHHAAAUUUWWW-AAARRRGGGHHHUUURRRGGGHHHAAA-GGGHHH!"O
Sheldon bellowed in his deep voice as he proceeded to unleash a far more 
substantial quantity of semen into Mary Ann. 

She, in turn, began screeching, wrapping her thighs tightly around him and 
the two of them clung solidly to one another. They panted and gasped and 
then Sheldon lay on top of her, covering her with his hairy body. 

Peggy snapped out of her trance, went to the bed, stripped it of the soiled 
sheets, and then hurriedly re-made the bed with fresh sheets. Finished at 
last, she was about to go, when Shelly called out to her, "Hey, girlie, come 
here!" 

Uncertainly, she walked over to him, and he said, sitting up, "Help me to my 
feet." 

She reached down to help him up and staggered as he leaned his sweaty naked 
body against her and managed to stand. He walked over to the dresser, took 
out a wallet, and handed her twenty dollars, saying, "This is for waiting 
and not putting up a fuss. Thanks!" 

"You're welcome, sir," she said, blushing, looking down, her eyes 
automatically catching sight of his now-dangling penis with little dribbles 
of white all over the tip. 

Walking to the door, she took her cart, the vacuum cleaner, and her cleaning 
materials and left, amazed there wasn't a congregation outside the open 
door. But then, when she thought back on what she had witnessed, she 
realized she had expected sex to be so much more. 

"Is that all there is to it?" she asked herself, moving on to the next room. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

What Peggy had seen had two opposite effects on her. She didn't feel 
repelled as she had initially thought she might feel, but she did feel a 
loss of something. She had always thought of sex as something more than it 
was. Everyone talked about it so constantly, she was certain it was one 
grand, and glorious trip through the senses to heights of unbelievable 
feeling. Oh she knew it was performed in various degrees of posture that 
would hardly be called attractive, but aside from being mounted like a bitch 
in heat that didn't bother her. 

By the same token, she had almost felt aroused and stimulated by what she 
had witnessed, and though she had to admit a physical urge to do something 
about it, she certainly would do nothing whatsoever with the two men she had 
seen with the whores. 

She finished her cleaning by two-fifteen, not bothering to take a break for 
lunch. She had her afternoon meal afterward, in the employee's dining room, 
a small, plain-looking, white-walled room where she discovered the best cuts 
of food went. In spite of the attempts of the owners and management to do 
everything possible to make the guests happy, whenever the employees were 
able to do something for themselves, they did so. The best steaks, the 
finest lobster, the tastiest portions of soup all went to the employees. 
Granted, the food given to the guests was still excellent, and there were 
rarely complaints, so management accepted what was happening. 

In the employee's dining room she started making friends with other members 
of the staff. The bellboys flocked around her since she was new and 
supposedly naive, and therefore possible action. 

Peggy recognized what it was most of the bellboys and desk staff wanted, and 
she merely smiled and gently fended them off without actually offending 
anyone. Her smile seemed to promise the possibility of something in the 
future without actually making any commitments. 

After eating, Peggy was permitted to remove her uniform and wear street 
clothes until eight P.M. 

During that time she wandered along the Strip like any other curiosity 
seeker, looking into the windows of the various stores as well as the 
different casinos. She rejected seventeen different propositions, and when a 
cruising police car stopped her, she showed them her working ID from The 
Naiad. The officer who spoke to her said something about her being careful 
not to solicit, and she snapped back at him that she didn't care if he was a 
policeman in uniform, he had no right talking to her as if he expected she 
was already offering herself. When the cop threatened to take her down to 
the station, she told him he'd damn well better be able to prove any morals 
charge against her because once she was able to prove him to be the liar he 
was, she'd see to it his name was splashed across every newspaper in the 
state as a son of a bitch ready to pick on any female and accuse her of 
being a prostitute. 

Angered, the cop did haul her into the station house, and she phoned The 
Naiad with the one call allowed her. The owner-manager, Max Stander, came 
hurrying down to get her out, but she refused to simply walk away from the 
matter. She insisted she be examined by a police surgeon as well as Max's 
own private surgeon, and afterward, when the two men concurred she was still 
a virgin, she had them sign statements to that effect, then, against 
Stander's advice, went to the newspapers and showed them the reports, 
stating the name of the police officer who had harassed her, giving his 
badge number, as well. Since the papers had no particular love for the 
police department, they were only too happy to make a front-page issue of 
it, though Peggy refused to let them take her picture. They did carry a 
picture of the officer involved, and as a result, he was transferred to 
another area where he would be-likely to make less trouble. The sheriff's 
office came down hard enough on hookers who operated independently, and when 
they suddenly started accusing innocent women of such behavior, it was time 
for a citizen's committee to put the brakes on the police before Nevada 
turned into a police state. It was well-known that the police not only 
turned their backs when independent prostitutes had parts of their bodies 
abused and broken, but they threw them into jail, as well, for soliciting. 
There were times when it seemed as if The Mob was the only one who had their 
rights protected by various city police. 

As a result, Peggy, who had come to the state of Nevada at the start of the 
new year, had to wait more than a month for the furor to die down before she 
would so much as allow herself to think in terms of becoming wealthy by 
solicitation. During that time, she turned down dozens of propositions, and 
she had no doubt many of them came from decoys put out by the police 
department. 

It was a late evening in the middle of February, a Thursday evening to be 
precise, when the man she knew to be the hotel detective came over to her 
while she was having supper in the employee's dining room and sat at her 
table. 

Craig Garner had been too short to join the Nevada police when he had been 
younger, and by the time height standards had been abolished, Craig was 
already in his middle thirties, and earning three times as much as a hotel 
detective. His height, all five-feet-four-inches of him, was deceptive, 
since he had a second dan black belt in both, judo and karate. He was rough 
when he had to be, but not having worked for the police previously, he 
hadn't become hardened to humanity in general. As a result, he was liked by 
everyone who worked for the hotel, since he always looked Out for them. 

He had light-brown hair in spite of the fact that his skin was tanned, and 
his sharply chiseled, clearly defined features were those of an attractive, 
if not actually handsome, man. His nose was small, as was his mouth, and he 
seemed to have a weak jaw until someone would try punching it, at which time 
Craig would display that there was nothing weak about him. 

At the moment he was wearing a brown tweed suit, and with a steaming mug of 
coffee, he smiled at Peggy as he sat across from her. 

"Let's talk!" he said to her. 

"What about?" she wanted to know, leery of anyone, no matter how nice, who 
had the power to arrest others. 

"About what happened your first day on the job. Those cops are going to try 
and keep on hounding you until they finally nail you. I'm about your only 
friend, at least the only one who can keep you from blundering and falling 
into their hands. You know, they're just waiting for you to actively solicit 
someone so they can nail you." 

"That doesn't worry me," Peggy told him, "since I have no intention of 
openly soliciting." 

"Yeah, but like a lot of the maids who work here, you're looking to stuff 
your bank account, and the only way to do that while working as a maid is to 
offer extra service." 

"What are you getting at, Craig?" 

"I can steer you away from decoys. More than that, I can also protect you if 
one of them attacks you while you're cleaning his room or turning down his 
bed so he can claim you propositioned him. Before any outside cops are 
called in, they have to call the house detective, who happens to be me. I'm 
the one who decides whether or not the outside police should be brought in, 
since each hotel is kind of like an embassy and is almost immune from the 
external police. No matter what the so-called customer says, if I refuse to 
believe him, he gets tossed out, and you remain protected, even if he's 
wired." 

"Why should you do this for me?" Peggy asked. 

"Don't be naive," Craig told her. "You know why." 

"Tell me directly, Craig." 

"I want your body," he replied. 

"Why me? There are plenty of other girls who work here who are far more 
beautiful." 

"Sure. But they have rotten personalities. You, on the other hand, are 
gorgeous, and have a terrific personality." 

"I'm still a virgin," she replied. 

"Are you a fanatic about it?" he asked. 

"No," she admitted. "You're right about my being here to make my fortune. 
Except for my first day here, I haven't seen any real physical action taking 
place in any of the rooms, though I have cleaned up quite a few after the 
fray, so to speak. But I was already warned not to actively solicit, which I 
won't do, and I don't think I'd like to give my virginity to you, even if 
you are my one protector in the hotel." 

"Virginity still brings a high price," he admitted. "Suppose I see to it 
someone with a large bankroll is put into one of the rooms you clean, and he 
makes the proposition?" 

"Are you trying to pimp for me?" she asked. 

"A pimp would ask for part of your monetary reward," he replied. "I don't 
want that." 

"I see," she nodded. 

"Are you on the Pill?" 

"Yes." 

"Good. Look, I won't kid you, Peggy. I want that lovely body of yours. I'm 
willing to wait while you're initiated by some dude with lots of long green, 
and having been rejected by the police department in my early youth, I have 
no love for them. I can look out for you as long as you work here. All I'm 
asking is that you give a little of the action to me. I won't cut into your 
moneymaking time. We can be together during your off-hours." 

"This is sort of like my being in prison. If I don't give myself to the one 
honcho who can protect me, then I keep on getting hurt." 

"You can always walk out of this prison," he pointed out. 

"True," she nodded, and he understood she was agreeing to his terms. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Although Peggy had a stunning body, she hadn't quite the facial beauty of 
the girls who worked in the casinos, serving drinks, so she wasn't expected 
to double as a waitress during her off-hours. True, she would have been paid 
double time if she had worked in the casinos, but she was just as happy not 
to do so. 

One day, she had wandered through the six different gambling casinos in the 
hotel, and she watched people losing anywhere from a dollar to a 
hundred-thousand dollars, either in a slot machine or on the turn of a 
Blackjack card. In either case, she knew it was easy to become tempted by 
the gambling bug, so when she did wander through the hotel casinos, she left 
her money and her purse in her room. In fact, she taped the few dollars she 
had to the underside of a drawer to prevent her roommate from suddenly 
dipping into her purse, though the girl had shown no inclination to do so. 

She watched the really big gamblers either playing cards or craps. Only the 
small-timers who saw movies in the thirties and forties wasted time with 
roulette. 

Many of the gamblers, seeing her, a girl alone, walking through the casino, 
thought she was one of the many hookers hanging around, and offered to buy 
her drinks. Craig had warned her against accepting any such offer from any 
man, so she always declined. 

On that particular Thursday, Craig was in the casino with her, and he nodded 
at a man at the dice table, saying, "See that good-looking guy over there? 
That's Phil Scott. He's a little crude, but he has lots of money. He's in 
sanitation, private sanitation, in one of the large cities in another state. 
He comes here to blow off steam twice a year. I arranged to have him put in 
one of the rooms you clean. He doesn't like what he terms 'used hookers.' So 
he's willing to pay a thousand dollars for a definite virgin. I've seen to 
it he'll be in his room at nine tonight. Make sure that's when you go to 
turn down his bedcovers. If you're not there by ten after nine at the 
latest, he won't wait." 

"Craig, if you're setting me up, so help me, some day, some how, I'll find a 
way to castrate you." 

"Ask around, honey. Talk to the other maids who work here. I don't set 
anyone up. It's your option whether or not you want to let the man score 
with you. I warn you now, he'll be a little rough, but he's the genuine 
article. So just make sure he puts the money down, first, a full grand. It's 
all yours." 

"Just when d'you want me to pay off?" 

"Tomorrow, after you've finished cleaning the rooms and you've had a good 
meal. You know where my room is." 

"Fine," she nodded. "If he's everything you say, you can expect regular body 
payments from now on." 

"I don't expect you to go one-for-one," he told her. "Tomorrow will be your 
first time with me. After that, you can come to my room whenever you feel 
like it." 

Peggy looked at him in disbelief. Yet she was willing to accept what he said 
as the truth. 

"Okay," she nodded. "If this is as genuine as you claim, Craig, thanks in 
advance." 

"That's all right," he nodded. "I know a girl has to set up her own future 
since no one else is going to do it for her. Make the money while you can, 
Peggy." 

 CHAPTER SIX 

AT exactly nine on the dot, Peggy was in Phil Scott's room, wearing her 
maid's uniform, turning down the bedcovers. She had closed the door, and she 
had turned down the covers of all the other beds in the rooms she serviced, 
first, making sure there was no reason for the hotel to complain about her 
services. 

Scott came out of the bathroom, smelling of jasmine cologne he had just 
splashed on after shaving. He was wearing a white shirt, open at the collar, 
and he had on a pair of tuxedo pants. He hadn't put his shoes or socks on, 
yet. 

In his bare feet, Phil Scott stood at five-feet-eight-and-a-half inches in 
height. He had one of those boyish, almost pretty faces. His hair was 
dark-brown, as were his coffee-colored eyes. He had a short, turned-up nose, 
and there was a boyish grin on his face. 

Walking over to Peggy, he brashly said, "So you're the virgin, huh?" 

"Sir?" Peggy asked. 

"Oh come on, don't start playing games with me," he told her, pulling his 
hand out of his left pocket, handing her a small roll of bills. 

Peggy looked at the money and fingered it. There were ten bills, each a 
hundred-dollar bill. Her heart was beating rapidly now, because she realized 
the moment was finally here. There was the option of handing him back the 
money and walking out, but she knew she wasn't going to do that. 

"I-I've never done anything like this before," she said, slipping the money 
in her maid's uniform. "Really, I'm sort of afraid..." 

"Come on, baby," he said with a low growl. "Let's you and I score. I see you 
brought extra sheets with you. Smart! You know you might bleed, so you 
brought a change of linen. Yeah, real smart. Get the clothes off and let's 
get a look at the goods." 

He was holding her tight after she had put the sheets down on the chair, and 
she stiffened and said, "Please ... I'm just not used to this. I mean, I've 
never been touched by a man, before." 

"Yeah," he nodded. "I know. That's why I'm shelling out a grand. This way I 
know I get me a disease-free chick, and I also get me a broad who isn't a 
know-it-all, and who might make fun of the way I do things." 

She tried backing away from him, but his arms held her too tightly, and he 
was already pulling down the zipper on the back of her uniform. He was 
kissing her ear, nibbling on her lobe and whispering all kinds of words of 
encouragement to her. 

"No..." Peggy gasped, as he pulled the uniform off her shoulders, exposing 
her large bosoms in their brassiere. "Not like this!" 

Phil Scott stopped, suddenly very angry. He was an impatient man, and having 
paid for the goods, he was determined to get them. "Bullshit! Don't give me 
this 'not like this' crap. I'm paying you more money than I usually pay any 
four hookers for a good night. You're bought and paid-for, cunt, so you'll 
do just what I want, and you'll do it, now!" 

"Why do you have to be so damn crude about it?" Peggy gasped, desperately 
trying to shrug her dress back up over her shoulders wondering how she was 
ever going to zip it up, now. 

This was all wrong. It wasn't at all as she had visualized it. She had 
really thought her first time would be a sensuous experience. 

She had expected to be allowed to strip in the dark, and then slide under 
the covers and snuggle down into the mattress before he would come to her. 
Then he would softly caress her and lovingly and gently initiate her into 
the erotic joys of sex. The more her mind dwelled on what she had seen that 
first day she had started working at the hotel, the more her body had been 
aroused at the possibility of being entered, earning good money while 
actually enjoying what it was she was doing. Peggy was certain she would be 
a good bed companion, and she was eager to prove herself. But being new to 
it all, she had not expected this man to behave even more crudely than the 
two men she had seen with the hookers. Granted, part of his crudity was 
accredited to the fact that he was behaving this way with her instead of 
some practiced hooker. His face was distorted with lust, his eyes bulging as 
he looked at the swells of her breasts, and his tongue hanging out. 

"Not like this, Mr. Scott," she gasped. "Slow and easy. I'm yours for as 
long as you want, this evening. There's no reason to be rushing into this. 
Just calm down, and we can do things at a regulated pace," she was telling 
him, babbling on, not quite certain just what to say to make the man calm 
down. She knew she had to make him relax, but it was obvious the man had 
been without a woman since coming to Vegas, and he had only one thing on his 
mind. He had already paid for it, and he was intent on having it. 

Forcefully he began tugging on Peggy's arm, yanking her over toward the bed. 
He pushed her hard, and she found herself falling on the mattress. She tried 
rolling away, but before she was able to move he had thrown himself on top 
of her, knocking the wind out of her. Then he rolled off, lying beside her, 
and he put an arm around her slender waist, using one hand to grab her hair 
and turn her face toward him, trying hard to press his lips against hers in 
a willfully demanding kiss. 

"HHHHHMMMMMMPHHHHHH ... UUUUUNNNNNPHHHHHH..." the beautiful blonde-haired 
maid moaned, kicking her legs out again and again, pounding against his 
solid, masculine back with her flailing fists. That was when she remembered 
how one of the whores had beat on the back of the man fucking her, and as a 
result had only urged the man to pound all the more solidly into her. 
Looking at Phil Scott's eyes, she realized he was indeed becoming more 
excited. 

"You'll come around, baby!" he laughed. "You'll come around real soon. Yeah, 
you're a virgin, all right. Only a virgin would put up this kind of fight. 
Keep it up, honey. The harder I have to work for your cunt, the more 
worthwhile it'll be," he told her. 

His fingers began sliding under the mini-bottom of her uniform, touching her 
hose-covered thighs. He tore her stockings from her, telling her, "Don't 
worry, honey. I'll give you enough to buy a dozen new pairs of stockings." 

She tried kicking again, but he clamped a hand on the inside of a thigh, 
squeezing the tender flesh, until his fingers moved a little higher and 
touched the crotch band of her panties. 

"UHHHH ... N-O-O-O-O-O..." she gasped. 

"Relax, you just relax," he told her in a crooning voice. 

He tightened his grip around her waist with the one hand as with the other 
hand he rubbed steadily against the pulsing pout of her pussy mound. She 
clamped her thighs tightly together in an attempt to stop him. 

She was aware of one of his fingers lifting away the elastic leg band of her 
tight panties, and she struggled all the more as he touched her flesh 
inside. He sighed, feeling her wet, slippery inner warmth, teasing the 
hair-lined crevice of her previously untouched vagina. 

"Mr. Scott!" Peggy gasped out loud in shuddering protest. But the man paid 
no attention to her. He was already rummaging into her delicate tissues, 
spreading the tender split of her wetly cringing feminine lower lips, 
constantly moving his probing finger harshly in and out, back and forth, 
seeking, finally finding the delicately tender bud of her hidden clitoris. 
He began a steady flicking motion down there. 

"Ouch!" she gasped. "YOU'RE HURTING ME ... DON'T DO THAT!" 

She struggled, doing her best to try and twist away from the overanxious 
garbage king. The covers that had been pulled back were now being kicked 
every which way as the two of them thrashed on the bed, and the horrified 
and overpowered young blonde maid discovered herself growing that much more 
terrified as she became aware that no matter what she did and said, Phil 
Scott was determined to do as he pleased with her. He had paid for the 
privilege of doing anything short of actually hitting her, and he intended 
taking advantage of the fact no matter what she wanted. 

"Come on, baby, come on," he muttered. "I've been waiting all this time. I 
ain't been laid in almost a week, dammit, and I need it bad." 

He was wetly muttering into her ear as his hand continued moving insistently 
between her trembling thighs, pressing against the tantalizing lips of her 
soddenly wet and dripping pussy, wet with secretions from within that she 
didn't realize were bubbling up. 

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" she all but screamed at the anxious man, her voice 
sounding terrified as she did her best to try and push him off. 

She was so frightened, the only feeling getting through to her at that 
moment was pain. If there was any pleasure, she wasn't permitting herself to 
feel it. In fact, she was determined not to feel any pleasure at this time. 
Being so crudely manhandled only made her that much more angry, and she only 
wanted to give this man his money back, get dressed, and then get out of 
here. He was too brutal, and he just wasn't what she had in mind. Maybe she 
would never be able to go through with something like this, after all. She 
had imagined sleeping with a man, even a man she didn't really know or care 
for, would be a stimulating experience. After all, the two whores she had 
already seen in action had amply enjoyed everything. There was no reason in 
the world why she ought not to receive some kind of physical pleasure from 
it all. But it was obvious from the start, this just wasn't the way it was 
going to be. 

She had been reared in much too gentle a home. In spite of believing 
prostitution was her ticket to riches, Peggy had read about the great 
mistresses of history, and as a result she had believed that even if she 
wasn't able to become the mistress of one particular man, the many men she 
did sleep with, men supposedly of her own choosing, would be men who made 
love in such a way to allow her to enjoy everything. But the man pawing her 
now bore absolutely no resemblance to the kind of man she wanted making love 
to her. He pawed her, hurting her, and he slavered all over her instead of 
covering her with all kinds of burning kisses and passionate sensations. 
"Dammit!" she gasped. "You're horrible! You're nothing but some sex-crazed 
animal!" 

Her large eyes were filled and brimming over with a heavy flood of tears, 
and her dark-blonde hair, normally so neatly combed, was tangled and mussed 
on the pillow beneath her constantly flailing head. She hated this man, 
hated him intensely. 

Phil Scott looked down at Peggy, and she looked positively perfect to him. 
She wasn't one of those Barbie-doll beauties that wandered through the 
casinos downstairs, trying to hook up with some man for the night and either 
squeeze two-hundred dollars out of him, or possibly try and rob him of all 
he owned. She had a natural look about her, that back-home-girl face, and 
her words only served to arouse his passion that much more. He knew it would 
only be a matter of moments before he was burying his cock into her virgin 
pussy. He'd had other virgins from time to time, in this same hotel, but 
none of them had the earthiness of this appealing girl. He was going to fuck 
the living hell out of her. What was more, as far as he was concerned, the 
time had come to do that, right now. The pulsating of his throbbing cock 
told him it didn't want to wait any longer, and gritting his teeth a bit, he 
reached down to unzip his pants, aching to release the straining organ from 
its cloth prison. 

"You're some kinda chick, honey," he told her. "You're really making me work 
for your cunt, and I'm enjoying every second of it. I'm gonna love raping 
the shit outta you!" 

"No ... oh no ... not like this!" she begged. "Please ... please ... just 
give me a few minutes to compose myself..." 

"Honey, since you walked in here with that sexy body of yours I feel like 
you've been teasing the hell out of me. It's time you learned that when you 
get paid for something, you deliver." 

"No ... no ... I'll give you the money back..." 

"The hell with that!" he told her, too far gone in his lust to want to wait 
while some other possible virgin might be found. Besides, the odds of 
finding another virgin in Vegas, especially on such short notice, was all 
but impossible. "I paid you in good faith in advance, and you took the 
money. It isn't as if I forced it on you or I tried doing something against 
your will. By you taking the money it became a binding contract between you 
and me, and I'm not letting you return a damn thing. I'm just fucking you, 
because a good fuck is exactly what you deserve." 

The helpless woman turned her face away, not wanting to let the man see her 
blubber. He was right! She had walked into this with her eyes open, and she 
had indeed accepted the money, and just thinking about it made her flush a 
bright-red as she scrunched her eyes tightly shut. What the man was saying 
hurt her, because he was telling the truth. He was telling her she was a 
whore, and for the first time the implication hit her. A whore! She was a 
common, ordinary, every day variety tramp, just like the pretty faces that 
wandered through the casino looking to pick up men. The only difference was, 
she didn't belong to some pimp's stable. But the idea that her body was to 
be abused this way again and again simply for some man's pleasure caused the 
repulsion she felt for herself to enlarge to even greater heights. 

Life was not going to be the fun merry-go-round she had initially believed. 
Fucking for a living was not something simply pleasurable. It resembled her 
maid's job in that it was work. 

The thought knocked some of the fight out of her, and Phil Scott took 
advantage of the moment. He hastily reached under the lower part of her 
uniform, pulling down her sheer blue panties, tugging them off with ease and 
tossing them on the floor. Then his fingers hurriedly returned, the long 
middle finger touching the fully exposed, glistening slit of the beautiful 
blonde girl's hair-surrounded, pink pussy. At the moment, looking so 
helpless, Peggy, to Phil Scott, looked more beautiful than any other Female 
he had ever seen. 

The thick length of his extended middle finger began rubbing her clitoris 
while his other fingers pulled at her pussy lips in a desperate attempt to 
find the narrow orifice leading into her vagina. He finally found the tiny 
hole and then pushed and prodded at the softly tender, fleshy lips of her 
helplessly defenseless cunt. He slowly eased his middle finger into her, 
using his thumb to rub her clitoris. She was tight, all right, really tight. 
He was meeting one helluva lot of resistance all the way, even though she 
was well-greased inside. He continued pushing his finger into her, shoving 
harder, finally ramming the tip of his finger against her hymeneal 
obstruction. Oh yeah! A pure virgin all the way! 

Peggy wriggled and squirmed, doing her best to avoid his fingering as it 
continued rotating around and around in her tight little inner feminine 
cavern. This only made the juices in her pussy bubble even more. 

He added a second finger after awhile, and Peggy continued squirming, but 
there was little she was able to do to avoid what the man continued doing to 
her. Struggling did her no good whatsoever, and she was more aware now of 
the solid erection the man had pressing against her thigh. Looking down, she 
saw a penis not quite as long or as thick as those belonging to the two men 
she had seen on her first day working at The Naiad. 

"I'm gonna fuck you, now!" he told her. 

"like this!" she gasped. "My uniform, let me take it off..." 

"Fuck that! I'll buy you a new uniform. Don't be a dumb cunt all your life. 
I want you now, baby. I ain't even gonna bother taking off my shirt," he 
said, reaching with his free hand and pulling her rounded big breasts out of 
her brassiere, though he made no move to take off her undergarments. 

He bunched her short-skirted uniform beneath her as he knelt between her 
thighs, and Peggy gasped as she became aware he had positioned himself 
between her loins. She gritted her teeth as she felt the pulsing penis rub 
its wet head against her inner right thigh. The frightened girl was also 
aware of how tightly her vagina clung to his two fingers, both of which, 
together, were not nearly as thick as the heavy penis he was now guiding 
into position. Even if he wasn't as big as either of those other two men, he 
was still huge, very big, and it seemed, to the terror-stricken young maid, 
entirely too huge to ever fit inside the tightness of her virginal opening. 

"Oh nooooooo" she gasped. "N-o-o-o-o-o-o-o ... it won't fit. . . it'll never 
go inside. . . it's impossible ... you're too big..." 

"Cunts are made to hold cocks," he told her. "It'll fit, baby. We'll make it 
good fucking fit." 

She gasped, aware he was slowly, agonizingly spreading her cunt with the 
head of his penis, pushing the tip into what felt like the unyielding 
entrance to her womanly cavern. 

Her openly splayed vagina shuddered, quaked and began vibrantly pulsating as 
the throbbing head of his massive organ pushed all the harder against the 
elastic ring of her vagina, widening it little by little. 

"Hard and fast is the best way, baby!" he told her. "We get past the pain 
real quick, that way!" 

With one overpowering, driving effort, the man forced his body to move, 
thrusting his flat hips forward with a wildly insane jerk, letting his loins 
carry themselves as if on a rail slide into the whimpering female, moving 
mercilessly and uncontrollably. The massive girth of his probing cock pushed 
its way into her, flooding through her like a great tide, bursting and 
smashing all that was in its way, widening her cunt walls. Deeper, ever 
deeper the bullet-headed organ moved, pressing against, then rending apart 
the thin fleshy membrane of her maidenhead. His powerful cock continued 
sinking more deeply into her until his dangling testicles slapped loudly 
against the lower cheeks of her ass. His thighs hit her groin so solidly, 
and his knees pounded against her ass-cheeks so violently, he felt her 
fleshy buttocks flattening like a nose against a window pane as he squirmed 
and writhed his hips around and around, trying to make his cock fit all the 
more easily into the tightness of her. 

Pain charged through her like a streak of lightning through the shuddering 
Peggy. She had never thought of her virginity as something particularly 
prized, but the agony of having it removed so violently made her more sorry 
than ever that she had ever consented to this way of life. Nevertheless, she 
was practical enough to accept that it was done. The painful part was over, 
and though she would always despise this man for being the one to cause her 
pain, by the same token she was grateful, in a way, that this hadn't been 
done by someone she might have liked. 

Tears continued to stream down her cheeks, and she uncontrollably writhed 
and squirmed and wriggled, moving her body violently around and around, 
trying to push him out of her. 

From the moment he had seen her, Phil Scott had wanted this girl, and now he 
had her, firmly staked on his throbbing length of probing pecker. He stared 
down at her as he gripped her rounded shoulders with his hands. Then he slid 
them under her, running them down her back as he drew his phallic probe back 
again and proceeded to swiftly, violently thrust it in and out of her 
sucking vaginal tunnel. Her cuntal mouth continued to tightly grip his prod, 
making the resistance that much more enjoyable for him as he continued 
rummaging through her. 

By now he was firmly gripping her slenderly narrow waist, holding ever so 
tightly onto her, his fingers fitting into the creases where her thighs 
joined her body, and his thumbs reached down and away and pressed into her 
rounded ass-cheeks. He pulled the molded moons upward all the more solidly 
each time he powered down, and then he held her in place as he crammed the 
full length of his madly pulsating prick into her simmering depths and 
rotated it around and around, stretching the vibrantly tender, aching walls 
of her previously unused cunt with his bloated, blood-swollen head. 

"GHHHHAAAANNNNGGGGHHHH!" Peggy gasped, feeling pain at being so constantly 
stretched. 

For awhile the agony was almost more than the helpless young maid was able 
to withstand. Not that she cared about her so-called precious virginity 
being ripped out of her, but she did care about the fact that it hurt. But 
through the pain, through the hurt, through the agony she felt the unwanted 
rising of that other inner feeling she had been trying to suppress. In spite 
of her hatred for this man, the feeling of lusty desire was building in her, 
and she was beginning to enjoy what she was feeling. He was pounding into 
her like a galloping stallion in heat, and dear Lord ... she was starting to 
feel something other than pain and hate. 

This feeling within her made her want to cry out with even more hatred 
because he wasn't even allowing her the luxury of detesting him any longer. 
Little by little she felt herself slipping into the pleasant euphoria of 
enjoyment as the swollen and throbbing rigidity that was his driving cock 
continued battering deeper, still deeper into the trembling depths of her 
quivering belly. 

Phil Scott lowered his eyes, staring at where the two of them were joined, 
enjoying the sight of his cock coming out, stained with her virginal blood 
as well as her inner oils. His entire length of prick was glistening from 
her feminine secretions, and this only served to arouse him that much more. 
He plowed the full length of his cock right back into the simmering depths 
of the seemingly uncooperative young maid, still looking down. When he 
pulled back again, he was able to see the rich reddish color of her inner 
membranes drawing open as he tugged back, and then, like the lips of a child 
wrapped around a peppermint stick, they sucked his vibrant organ right back 
in again. He was so aroused at what he was seeing, it fogged his vision, and 
with a deep-throated growl he began thrusting all the more violently in and 
out of the tightness of her cunt, not even trying to establish a rhythm, but 
rather simply pounding into her inadvertently. 

The thrills were rapidly building in Peggy, and though there was still some 
remnant of pain in her mind, it was so faint, it was totally overpowered by 
the lustful feelings charging through her now. She gasped, panting and 
wriggling uncontrollably, squirming violently from side to side, no longer 
trying to push him out, but trying to keep pace with his rapidly thrusting 
cock, instead. She was sweating profusely now, feeling what she knew those 
other two prostitutes had felt when she had watched them, and feeling all 
this, she understood just why they had acted as they had. Merely watching 
people in action told less than half the story. One had to actually feel sex 
to truly appreciate it. There was much more to it than she had initially 
believed, and now that the one obstruction to her enjoyment of it was gone, 
she wanted to sense it in all its thrilling fulfillment. The feeling 
continuing to mount was so overpowering, it became uncontrollable. It 
wouldn't be long before she attained that ultimate satisfaction she had 
wanted to feel. 

Scott began panting all the more heavily now, working even harder as his 
head rolling back and forth while heavy rivulets of perspiration ran down 
his forehead, some of it stinging his eyes. Grunting like an animal, he 
continued the harsh battering against the walls of her nakedly cringing, 
trembling vagina. He thrust himself into her all the harder, causing her 
body to slowly slide on the bed until her head was buffeting the headboard. 
She moaned with desire at his every lunge, wanting to feel more and more. 
His driving phallic pylon impaled her so masterfully, she was enjoying every 
thrilling moment of what she was feeling. The organ grew thicker and thicker 
to the point of bursting, and he knew he wasn't going to be able to hold 
himself back much longer. Not that Phil Scott gave a damn about the feelings 
of a newly made whore. She was here to please him, and to hell with whatever 
she was feeling. He knew the longer he restrained himself, the more 
overpowering his own orgasm was certain to be. He tensed his ass-cheeks, 
digging his nails into the flesh of her own buttocks, and with every 
forward, driving surge he trembled from his heels to his wildly swaying 
testicles. 

But Peggy was not to be denied. She had embarked on this great adventure not 
too willingly in the beginning, but now that she was along for the ride, she 
intended finishing it. She clamped her moist thighs tightly around the man's 
body, realizing as she did so she was exercising her inner vaginal muscles, 
tightening them as well, and she moved in tandem with the man's violent 
thrusts, feeling her sensations mount until she was finally reaching that 
crest she had often read about, heard about, and ached to discover. 

She was there at last, and the roar of the wind filled her mind as the rush 
of great floods poured through her body, and she was shrieking, 
"AAAA-IIIIIYYYYYEEEEEAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH-UUUUUGGGGGHHHHHAAAANNNNN-GGGGGHHHHHAAAAARRRRRGGGGG-HHHHHUUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH-AAAAGGGGHHHHH!"
 

The sound of her lusty orgasm was all Phil Scott needed to set himself off. 
There was no holding him back, now. He decided he had to empty his testicles 
as far into the tunnel of this sexy cunt as possible. He was aware of her 
writhing and squirming and wriggling beneath him, shrieking in her thrilled 
immobility as her body stiffened, and this incited him all the more as he 
pounded that much more solidly between her widespread, white, albeit 
bloodstained, thighs. He crammed the full length of his lust-swollen cock 
into the deepest recesses of her never-before-used vaginal tunnel. He, was 
groaning in total ecstasy, and he was no longer able to stand it. Now his 
entire shuddering body began tensing and quaking, stiffening in a long, taut 
curve as the roaring flood of burning white seminal fluid broke loose and 
began rushing into her narrow cunt in boiling profusion. It spurted through 
the length of his thick, rock-solid staff to splash inside the already 
eager, gulping depths of her vagina, pouring into her like a raging torrent 
of hot whipped cream. 

"YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH-UUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHAAAAA-GGGGGHHHHH ... 
HHHHHEEEEEYYYYY-AAAAAGGGGGHHHHHUUUUUNNNNN-GGGGGHHHHH AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!" he 
bellowed, clinging to her, holding Peggy more and more tightly, and she 
thrilled to feelings she had never known before, realizing there was, after 
all, a lot more to sex than she had initially believed. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Peggy discovered how impersonal it all was without being distasteful. Yes, 
she would be able to fuck for Phil Scott again. No, she didn't hate him, nor 
did she love him. She wanted the money, but she also wanted him to 
understand that in the future, no matter what he paid, no matter how much or 
how little, it was important for her to get off, as well. She wasn't going 
to go through life being one of those frustrated whores who only got the 
money and never the enjoyment. 

The two of them took a lingering bath together, afterward, and though Scott 
wanted her to come down to the casino with him, she refused, telling him to 
go ahead, and she would be in his room when he returned. To insure her not 
leaving him, Scott gave her another two-hundred dollars, a hundred for a new 
pair of stockings, and a hundred to replace her blood-soiled uniform, though 
she knew the hotel management would provide her with another uniform at no 
extra charge. 

She slipped beneath the covers of his bed and soon fell asleep, but was 
awakened by Phil Scott about five hours later, when he returned from having 
ended up a thousand dollars ahead for the night. He attributed his good luck 
to Peggy, and after undressing, got into bed with her and proceeded to fuck 
her until she had two back-scratching orgasms before he finally achieved his 
own satisfaction. 

He fell asleep afterward, and Peggy slipped on her soiled uniform and left 
the room. She hurried to her own quarters, hid the money, then went to 
sleep. The following day, she telegraphed the money to her bank in New York, 
saving only the last two hundred he had given her for some new clothing. 

It was after lunch, the following day, and she was talking with Craig Garner 
in the employees' dining room. 

"Well," he asked, "did I steer you right?" 

"I don't understand," Peggy told him. "Why did you do it? I mean, do you do 
this for all the maids?" 

"Not all of them," he admitted. "There are one or two, and I do it as a sort 
of accommodation." 

"You never take money from them?" 

"I'd consider it an insult if they offered me money. I'm no pimp. I line up 
some rich talent for them to help them." 

"Do they give you their bodies in return?" 

"To be honest, I never asked any other female to do that." 

"Then why me?" she asked. 

"If I told you, you wouldn't believe me," he said to her. 

"Try me!" 

"I'm in love with you." 

"What? That's ridiculous. If you were in love with me you'd never want me to 
go near another man." 

"If I were possessive, that would be true," he nodded. "But you see, I'm a 
realist, and I know love is something either wonderful or terrible. If I 
tried dominating you, you'd turn away from me. . Hell! I'm a skinny little 
guy, and at first glance I'm a real nothing to look at. So I'm doing one of 
two things. Either I'll help you achieve your goals, going to bed with you 
to gratify my desire for you at the same time, and eventually get you out of 
my system, or..." 

"Or?" she encouraged. 

"Or a great big miracle will occur sometime in the future, and you'll 
suddenly find you've fallen in love with me, and who knows, we might even 
end up getting married." 

"You mean you'd marry a woman you know has been sleeping with other men for 
money?" 

"When you fall in love, there's no rhyme or reason for it," Craig explained. 
"You just fall in love. As for my picking the men with whom you sleep, so in 
a way I'm looking out for myself. I know it's crazy, but whenever I find 
some rich guy looking for an evening playmate, I tell him as a precaution he 
has to be examined by the hotel doctor, merely to make sure his heart won't 
give out on him. After all, the hotel understands if he wants a sexual 
playmate, but it doesn't understand his ending up with a heart attack that 
might kill him. That would cause a lot of embarrassment to the hotel. 
Meanwhile, we take a blood sample, and we know if the guy is okay." 

"I think you're a real nice guy, Craig. As for my falling in love with you, 
I really don't know. Right now I don't feel love for anyone." 

"I can wait," he assured her. "In the meantime, I can be of inestimable 
value in helping you further your moneymaking avocation." 

"What do you mean?" 

"I can show you the many different things a man will expect you to do, and 
the right way to do these things. Believe me, I'm a gentle teacher, and 
you're better off with me than with some jerk." 

"Okay, teacher," she smiled. "You earned the right to teach me. Let's go to 
your room where you can give me my very first lesson." 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

By the time they were in Craig's room, a room which had been cleaned by a 
maid somewhat less efficient than herself, Peggy felt her lush breasts 
rising and falling with such urgency she knew what was going to take place 
between them was going to be something more than merely physical. God! It 
was almost as if she were still a virgin and she was about to undergo her 
de-virginizing all over again. She had to do something to rid herself of 
this crazy feeling or it just might happen like Craig said, that she would 
indeed fall in love with him. 

She leaned against the door after shutting and locking it, and said, "I 
don't love you, Craig. I just want you to understand that, right now." 

"Sure," he nodded. "You don't even know me, so how can you love me. I don't 
expect you to fall head over heels for me, but it doesn't stop me from 
feeling about you the way I do. Just don't hold that against me, Peggy." 

He led her to his broad double bed. He pushed her gently onto the mattress 
and he carefully undressed her, taking all of her clothing off so carefully 
she barely felt it coming off. She didn't he down, but rather remained 
seated on the edge of the bed as he hurriedly undressed himself. Though he 
didn't make a big production out of it, she noticed he managed to neatly 
fold everything very quickly so there would be no wrinkles later on when he 
put his clothing on. 

He stood before her, cupping her face with his hands, his feet planted 
firmly on the floor, his penis already semi-erect. For such a little man it 
was an enormous phallus. In fact, it was about the longest, thickest organ 
she had ever seen, and though she hadn't seen that many of them, what she 
did see had been large enough. But this one topped them all. The head had a 
light purple coloring to its intriguing, circumcised shape. She stared at it 
in fascination, moving her gaze down the length of his throbbing shaft to 
the weighty balls, covered as they were with little curly pubic hairs. 

"You're a lot more man than anyone gives you credit for," she told him. 

"Tell me, when you were with Phil Scott, did you do anything other than 
simple fucking?" he asked. 

"No," she admitted. 

"Well when you went out with boys back where you used to live, did you ever 
do any petting, you know, heavy petting?" 

"No, my father wouldn't let me." 

"Then you never went down on a man?" 

"Went down?" she asked him curiously. 

"Took his penis in your mouth and sucked on it?" 

Peggy nervously clamped her thighs together and said, "No, of course not. Do 
you mean women are expected to do things like that?" 

"Don't get excited," he told her. "Men do the same thing to women, licking 
their vaginas and loving it. The chances are I'll be doing that for you, and 
not in the distant future. Personally I think oral sex is terrific. It's 
something you'll have to learn." 

"I don't know if I can," she said. 

"You'll have to learn if you're going to be with men with money. You know, 
men want an awful lot. You'll find those who pay the least usually want the 
most." 

"It sounds awful." 

"like caviar and champagne, cocksucking is an acquired taste," he told her. 
"I know I'm built pretty big, honey, but the truth is, if you can suck the 
entire length of my cock into your mouth, you can blow just about any man on 
earth." 

"P-Please ... Craig ... I..." 

"You can do it, honey. Come on, eat my cock, sweetheart. Take my cock into 
your pretty mouth and start sucking on it." 

She trembled, looking up at him, and she said, "I'm so afraid I'll do 
everything all wrong. I just never did anything like this..." 

"You're unique," he told her, smiling. "Most girls learn to do things like 
this when they're in their mid-teens." 

"Well I didn't," Peggy snapped defensively. "In fact, no boy or man ever 
touched me at all until last night. I knew I had to do it then, or I would 
never have the courage to do it at all." 

Craig put the palms of his hands on either side of her lovely face and said, 
"You started, honey, now you have to learn it all. Come on, you can do it. 
Better with me, a guy you like just a little, than with some unfeeling jerk 
who'll simply drive it into your throat. Come on, baby, come on, suck it ... 
suck it." 

She quivered and tried pulling back, but his hands, gently pressing on the 
sides of her face, held her steadily in position. He moved closer, prodding 
at her clamped lips with the cum-slick head of his vibrating penis, offering 
her the glowing helmet, and the rich essence of his groin made her shudder, 
because she realized arousal was coursing its way through her. She didn't 
know if she actually wanted to suck the organ, but she did like feeling its 
presence so near her. She stared at it, hypnotized by it, a helpless bird 
under the influence of a long, thick, hard snake ... a snake that would 
conquer not by eating, but by being eaten. 

She fought down the barricades erected in her mind, remembering she had 
indeed chosen this particular profession for herself to become more than 
modestly well off, and this was the one man who was helping her. Besides, 
she did like him, if only a little at the moment. She had no doubt they 
would dress and leave if she asked him to do so, and the knowledge that he 
would at no time force this on her, and that they would walk out of this 
room any time she chose made her feel secure. 

He was right, of course. Other men would expect this of her, and probably 
lots more. In a way she was fortunate to have Craig to teach her all these 
things. 

The man moved again, and she was suddenly aware of the faint stickiness of 
the oily seminal lubrication coating the tip of his glans. Her tongue 
suddenly snapped out and licked off the droplet, and she had to admit, 
though it was tasteless, she liked rolling the oiliness of it around on the 
tip of her tongue. She puckered and kissed its little slit, and then pursed 
her lips into an oval and allowed the head of his throbbing penis to slide 
between them. 

"OH AHHH!" he gasped as she stared at the crisp brown hairs that curled all 
over his pelvis, a pelvis that was otherwise only a shade lighter than the 
rest of his tanned body. The texture of his penile head between her lips 
beguiled her, and she compressed her mouth a little more tightly, hearing 
him say. "Thatta girl! Lick it with your tongue, bite it lightly with your 
teeth, then slowly suck the entire length of it, moving your head back and 
forth until I shoot you my load. Very, very important honey, is the fact 
that you swallow it all, every last sucking drop. Don't worry, it doesn't 
taste bad." 

Without even thinking about it, Peggy reached forward with her left hand, 
palm upward, and she cupped the man's heavily dangling balls. The head of 
his penis was inside the ring of her front teeth now, and he was slowly but 
surely urging the organ even more deeply inside. She allowed the tip of her 
tongue to touch the little slit in his glans, and then she curled her oral 
digit around the coronal rim of his cock. Excitement raced wildly through 
her quivering mind and turned on every inner sensual switch. She was 
discovering how easy it was to become quickly aroused when she liked the man 
with whom she was performing. Suddenly she decided she did indeed want this 
penis ... wanted it with a maddening need she was unable to understand at 
the moment. 

Gulping, she pulled Craig Garner's long, strong, thick penis deeper into her 
mouth, letting its throbbing length of it slide across her velvety tongue, 
compressing her lips around it so the upper part of the organ slid across 
the sensitive palate, as well. The tip pressed against her gullet and choked 
her, and for a moment she had to pull her head back a little, but as she did 
so, she worked her jaws around it, sucking it, tasting it, enjoying it much 
more than she would have ever believed possible. 

She was amazed at how good it felt, how good it was going to continue 
feeling as the man standing before her squirmed, knowing the leaping 
movement of the balls in her cupped hand was the direct result of her 
sucking on his cock. The more she tasted of the lengthy penis, the more she 
wanted to taste. She was determined to take the entire monstrous length and 
breadth of his pecker into her mouth. 

Releasing his balls, she used both hands to grip the cheeks of his sinewy 
buttocks and pull him forward. She pulled him toward her and down as she 
leaned her head back against the bed's headboard. Then she knew there was no 
way for her head to retreat farther back. 

Without allowing his penis to leave her delectable mouth, he climbed onto 
the bed, squatting so that she was able to sit upright, keeping his weight 
on the balls of his feet, and at the same time look down at her full 
breasts. He had to admit he liked the looks of those tempting tits. When she 
had been sitting on the edge of the bed, the pink nipples remained firm and 
pointing slightly upward rather than floppy and hanging. It was unusual for 
a girl who had breasts like this one to have such firm, upstanding paps. She 
was some woman, all right. 

Her hands squeezed his firm ass-cheeks, forcing him to move even farther 
toward her, and she reveled in the intimate closeness of the man's genitals 
to her face. Now the head of his cock was once again pushing into her 
gullet, and this time, fighting the choking sensation, she allowed it to 
sink inside. There was the added thrill of feeling his weighty balls 
swinging against her chin. 

He fondled her face with his fingertips, continuing to lightly stroke her 
temples. His eyes caught the way her cheeks hollowed as she continued 
pulling his cock even more deeply into her esophagus. He let his thumbs 
trail gently over her closed eyelids, and quaked. 

"Holy cow!" he gasped. "I thought I'd have to teach you all these things, 
but I don't have to teach you a damn thing. You're a real natural at this, 
honey. I've been blown by some of the greatest hookers in Vegas, and let me 
tell you, not one of them can suck a damn compared to you. I never thought 
there was a woman in the world really that good when it came to sucking a 
cock, and here you go, proving me wrong. I sure can pick 'em, can't I? I'll 
bet that hot cunt of yours is as good as your mouth." 

She continued gnawing on his throbbing staff, pulling the head all the way 
into her pharynx, then letting it slide out until the corona caught behind 
her front teeth. She sucked smoothly on the purple cock head, pulling on it, 
licking it, pursing her lips tightly around it, building wild sensations in 
him, until she pressed on his firm buttocks again, forcing the full length 
of his cock down her gullet. 

The strangest thing happened every time she pushed the head of his penis 
into her gullet. She felt more and more arousal coursing through her quaking 
body, and she realized she was on the verge of achieving an orgasm, herself. 
He hadn't touched her vagina, and yet here she was, about to climax. This 
was crazy I She was actually going to come from sucking his sweet-tasting 
cock. 

Her mind was spinning now, and she found herself pulling air through her 
nostrils, exerting herself uncontrollably as she continued sucking the man's 
throbbing organ. She dimly realized from the quivering of his urethra, that 
he was going to shoot his load soon. Semen would be spurting into her mouth 
and throat, but she didn't feel revolted. On the contrary, she wanted his 
thick sperm. She had to taste it, to drink it, to form a bond with this man. 
God! This was all so strange. She actually loved what she was doing. The 
feel of his broad shaft, the meatiness of it, the flavor of pulsing cock 
flesh in her mouth was thrilling and exciting. 

She began writhing, rubbing her slender thighs tightly together as she dug 
her fingers into the flat, almost hairless cheeks of the man's buttocks, her 
fingertips slipping into the cleft between his ass-cheeks. She ate, pulling 
him deeper, sucking and licking, and the pressure in her own body was 
enhanced that much more when she realized he was on the vergy of achieving 
his satisfaction. 

" GGGGHHHH W W W W 
AAAAUUUUUGGG-LLLLMMMMPHHHAAAWWWRRRRGGGG-HHHHLLLLPHHHHMMMMGGGGNNNN-GGGGPHHHHH 
WWWWRRRRGGGGLLL!" she gargled as she climaxed, and at the same time siphoned 
up all the suction power she was able to call to her command. 

"HHHHHAAAAAYYYYAAAAIIIIAAAA-RRRRGGGGHHHHUUUUNNNNGGGGHHH-AAAARRRRGGGGHHHHAAAABBBBGGGG-HHHHH!" 
he bellowed. "HEEERE IT COMES ... ALL OF ITTTT ... HHHHAAA-NNNNHHHH!" 

He caught her bobbing head between his tightly grasping hands and shoved the 
full length of his cock down her throat, right to the balls. Peggy felt the 
glans expand and flex, twitching beyond all control, and then knew the 
marvelous sensation of the hot, thick spurting of the man's sperm as it 
drenched her mouth and poured down her throat. It lay creamy and musky on 
her tongue and clung oyster-like to the roof of her mouth. 

Gripping the man's firm buttocks tightly, the sexy blonde-haired maid 
swallowed the hot juicy cum-load, drinking down what she discovered to be a 
tasty concoction of foamy liquid manufactured by his big balls as they 
continued bouncing up and down in their leathery sac, rhythmically beating 
against her chin. She continued to suck the throbbing head of his huge 
penis, her throat gulping convulsively as his splashing semen lessened in 
its spurts. 

"Oh wow! That was fantastic!" the man moaned, rubbing his crotch against her 
face and chin. "You are wonderful. . . fantastic ... superb ... 
unbelievable. I love you, Peggy. I love you as a person, but I love your 
body, too. I love those beautiful breasts of yours, and I adore your 
marvelous back and small, exquisitely rounded buttocks. I'm madly in love 
with that magnificent mouth of yours, and I want to discover how good your 
cunt is, as well." 

"Ummmmm!" was all she was heard to remark around the throbbing length of his 
shuddering penis as she continued sucking on it until it was empty, her 
hands fondling his firm round ass-cheeks the entire time. 

Even though she had experienced a wonderful oral orgasm, there was a potent 
heat continuing to building the seething depths of her shuddering vagina. 
She felt steamy between her quaking thighs, a sensation of fiery need 
throbbing there, and wondered at this inner need for yet another orgasm. 

Craig tugged his throbbing cock, shrunken as it was, from the lovely 
twenty-year-old's mouth, then tugged on her appealing body so that she lay 
supine on the bed. He lay down beside her, pressing his body against hers, 
feeling the fullness of her lovely breasts poking their nipples firmly into 
his chest. 

They lay against one another for more than forty minutes, and in that time 
Peggy's inner heat became more and more intense. She ground her wet mound 
into the rubbery length of his cock, and little by little the penis slowly, 
over a period of minutes, began swelling again until it was like a leaden 
hose pipe. The underside of it rubbed against her soaked and matted bush and 
the slick pink labia. All the while, the fullness of her breasts rubbed 
themselves into his smoothly masculine chest, and though he might have 
appeared to be skinny, it was obvious from the way he held her he was 
extremely strong. 

He placed his mouth on hers and ran his tongue into her lips, feeling the 
interior of her mouth. She knew what he was doing, and felt odd about it. He 
was actually trying to taste his own sperm from her mouth. Mingled with her 
saliva it seemed to have a spiciness to it. 

She reached frantically for the now-solid length of his throbbing prick, 
caught it, and tried desperately to insert it inside her quivering vulva. 
Craig teased her and tried to pull away from her, but she managed to clamp 
her thighs around his hips and pull him toward her just enough to fit the 
swollen head behind her vulval opening. Her hand reached down and her nails 
dug into his buttocks as she wiggled violently to seat his penis into the 
yearning interior of her quaking vaginal container. 

He was thick, thicker than Phil Scott and the breadth of his hard cock was 
already stretching her cunt walls far beyond where they had previously been 
stretched. It hurt going into her, but it was such a delicious hurt, she 
wanted more of it. 

"OHHHHH, AHHHHH," she gasped, her voice heavy with desire. "I never 
understood all this, before. I thought it was all so nothing. Now here I am, 
burning up, in need of you, darling. I need your hard penis inside me! 
Please, Craig, please, stick it into me! Shove it in hard and fast! Don't 
worry about hurting me! Just fuck me! Go ahead and fuck me, hard!" 

He fed the long, thickness into her satin sheath, and the initial sliding of 
the throbbing rod across the roof of her vaginal culvert made her shove her 
shoulders and heels into the bed as she lifted the rest of her body up, her 
heart pounding wildly as her fulcrum kissed his groin. 

"You're such a hot bitch," Craig gasped. "I wanted to return the compliment 
first, and suck on that sweet pussy of yours. But if you're this hot to have 
my cock, and you feel you really have to be fucked in such a hurry..." 

"Yes-oh yes!" she gasped out at him, bucking her body beneath his pelvis, 
riding upward along the stiff length of his throbbing staff and making his 
dangling balls beat against her perineum as well as the tiny pucker of her 
ass-hole. "I need it! I need it, now! I don't think I can stand another 
minute of not having that wonderful cock of yours buried all the way inside 
me! You say you love me! Well prove it, Craig! Prove it by screwing me as 
you've never screwed any other woman in your entire life! Ram the full 
length of your throbbing cock all the way inside me. Shove it nice and deep, 
and fuck me hard!" 

He didn't have to be urged a second time. His throbbing organ pounded itself 
into her shuddering body, thrusting insanely, the head driving deeper and 
deeper, filling her with muscle and flesh and ... and more. She felt the 
love in him filling her cunt as he nailed his hard cock into her again and 
again. As a result, the sensations she felt for Craig intensified even more. 
She wouldn't call it love, not yet, not by a long shot, but she sure as hell 
liked him one helluva lot more than she had, earlier. He was an amazing man, 
giving of himself, offering to help her, asking nothing really in return, 
save that he be permitted to love her. 

"I'm ... uhhhhhh ... going to ... aaaannn-hhhhhh ... YYYYAAAANNNGGGHHH ... 
HHHHAAAAIIIIYYYYAAAAGGGHHH ... COMMMMMME ... GGGGHHHHAAAA-NNNNGGGGHHHH . . 
.OOOOHHHHWWW-AAAAUUUUGGGGHHHH AAAGGGHHHH!" 

She trembled, quaking with the violent explosion tearing uncontrollably 
though her aching body as one climax followed another inside her. She 
gasped, moaned, and screamed alternately, ripping at his naked back with 
clawing fingers and pumping her vagina frantically against the power of what 
seemed to be his ever-lengthening rod. It was all so wonderfully arousing 
and enchantingly thrilling. All these things, and much more, charged through 
her body in sizzling electrical blasts, somehow brutal, somehow tender, and 
she realized there definitely was a great deal of difference being fucked by 
someone who cared as opposed to being fucked by someone who didn't. 

But Craig still had a rigid erection and he was in the mood to fire into her 
again. She had climaxed so quickly, there hadn't been enough time for him to 
unleash a second ejaculation. Slowly but surely she relaxed under him. She 
wanted to sleep. 

He refused to allow her to lie quietly and slowly drift off to sleep. The 
handsome short man withdrew his cock from her sucking pussy, tugging his 
still erect penis from the clinging grasp of her vagina, and lifted his body 
from between her weakly limp thighs. He proceeded to run his hands over her 
body and caress her again and again, and she shuddered, coming back to life 
almost against her will. 

Then he lay down on the bed, and he told her, "Sit on my chest." 

"Why?" she asked. 

"You'll see," he replied. "I'm going to make you climax one more time, and 
then I'm going to fuck you again." 

She shrugged, then wearily climbed on top of him and sat on his chest, 
leaning forward so that her hands gripped the headboard of the bed. He 
caressed her buttocks with the tips of his fingers, sending all kinds of 
tingling shivers shooting through her. 

"Now," he told her. "I want you to inch up and sit that lovely pussy of 
yours down on my face, honey. I'm going to lick that sweet pussy of yours 
either until it's dry, or until you faint, whichever comes last." 

Peggy stared down at his intently handsome face, looking at his slightly 
parted lips where the tip of his pink tongue showed. Obediently, she inched 
forward until her knees were pressing into the pillow on either side of his 
head. With some trepidation she carefully lowered her vagina gently down 
against his mouth. 

His hands reached under her, gripped her buttocks, and he pulled her cunt 
snugly against his open mouth. She flinched when heat from his throat 
flashed across her ultra-sensitive labia, quivering as his tongue lapped 
along the anxiously shuddering slot of her pink vagina. The tongue slurped 
its way up and down between her inner lips, sending chills through her she 
never had before, making her realize how much she still had to learn. Then 
his oral digit pierced the little hole and pushed into her clammy vaginal 
cup, while his upper lip rubbed against her clitoris, inflaming it and 
spreading wanton lust throughout her entire fevered torso as she writhed and 
gripped the headboard all the more tightly. 

Straddling his face, the lovely lady pressed her inner thighs very closely 
around the slender man's head. She began violently rocking back and forth, 
feeling as if a furnace was somewhere in her mouth shooting out tongues of 
flame against her vaginal core. His teeth pressed her sucking cunt lips, 
raking gently into the entrance of her vagina. Then he had her clitoris 
gripped between his lips and he pulled and sucked on it almost as if it were 
a nipple. 

To Peggy, it was as if the man was actually devouring her entire inner body. 
His hands were digging all the more deeply into her ass-cheeks, and she 
realized a series of nerves must run from her ass to her cunt, because as he 
squeezed the former and licked the latter it was as if one sizzling length 
of sparkling electricity connected the two of them. Her vaginal lips 
puckered outward, and he was sucking the pulpy interior as if he were 
pulling juice from an orange, sucking so vigorously the fluid was running 
heavily down his throat. His tongue was constantly moving, slurping back and 
forth, lapping into the heated depths of her dewy well, slavering its way up 
to her hard clitoris repeatedly, then pulling back and slurping through the 
shuddering rest of her oily cunt-slot. 

Peggy ground her vagina solidly against his working mouth, applying more and 
more pressure, yet afraid her weight on his face would hurt him. She wiggled 
her buttocks and hunched her pelvis, feeling like a thrilled wanton, feeling 
gloriously debauched, and then there was that tingling warning that another 
series of climaxes was about to wash over her. 

Her two hands gripped the headboard firmly now as she rubbed her vagina back 
and forth, bouncing up and down at the same time, wanting to feel the 
thrilling stab of his tongue inside her, thinking of it as if it were a 
slender penis. Her thighs closed all the more tightly around his face, and 
thrills leaped through her belly as her entire cunt seemed to contract. 

She was climaxing with a tongue in her vagina, and it was wild. It was 
another one of those feelings about which she would never have been able to 
guess simply by watching. From the eager way he was sucking her cunt, she 
realized now why Arlene hadn't been repulsed at the idea of licking Mary 
Ann's vagina. 

"HHHHH 
AAAAAIIIIIYYYYYEEEEEAAA-GGGGGHHHHHUUUUUNNNNNGGGGG-HHHHHAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHRRRRR-AAAAAGGGGGHHHHHAAAAAIIIIIYYYYY-EEEEEAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!"h
she screeched, and then fell back on the bed, onto his legs. 

He scurried out from under her, mounted her, hurled his cock into her 
sucking cunt, feeling it contract as her orgasms, ended, and then fucked 
violently into her until he began firing like a rocket. He came and came and 
came, and to Peggy it seemed there would be no end to his orgasm. But it was 
all so wonderful. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

She rested for a long time after that. Wow! It had been good! It had been 
fantastic! She also knew such feeling would not have been possible had she 
felt toward this man as she did toward the first man who had fucked her. 

He took her into the bathroom afterward, and they took a long, hot bath in 
the tub together. She offered to fuck right there, in the tub, but he 
refused. 

"I need my strength for my job," he told her. 

"You need your strength for your job." 

"You say that as if I were going to work as a secretary somewhere instead of 
being a whore." 

"How many secretaries are really nothing more than whores?" he asked. "What 
makes a woman with the tag of whore better than a woman with the tag of 
mistress? It's all a matter of semantics Words can be shaped by anyone to be 
used in any way." 

"I suppose you have someone lined up for me tonight," she said to him, 
climbing out of the tub and using one of the fluffy white towels to dry 
herself off. 

"Yes," he nodded. "As a matter-of-fact, four of the different men occupying 
four of the different rooms where you're cleaning are eligible. All four 
have been cleared as far as blood tests, and I've promised each of the four 
of them some action during the weekend. When they entered the hotel they 
were immediately photographed by the TV monitors near the front desk, and I 
had a videotape made of each man, as well. This way, you can take your 
choice of any one of them for tonight, and I'l let some of the other talent 
here in the hotel take care of the other three. I've checked on the girl I'm 
going to use for the other three. They're also clean. We give them all a 
blood test every morning, and they have to promise not to sleep with any man 
without informing us ahead of time. This way we can give them another blood 
test, if necessary." 

"You certainly take a lot of precautions here." 

"We aren't the only ones," he assured her slyly. "Many of the hotels protect 
their clientele this way. Surprisingly, because of this, Las Vegas has one 
of the lowest VD rates in the country." Craig also climbed out of the tub 
and dried off, hen the two of them dressed. She still had her maid's uniform 
on, and it was so late in the afternoon, Peggy decided not to bother 
changing since she'd only have to change again in a little while. Craig took 
her down to the security office where he introduced her to four other 
security men who worked in the hotel. His introducing her to them was enough 
to let them know to keep away from her. By the same token, each of them 
latched onto a filly or two they particularly liked, and as a result, 
everyone was happy, and all the girls who worked in the hotel, whether as 
maids, bartenders, floor girls, showgirls, or hookers, were protected, even 
though the hookers admittedly were from outside sources. 

Craig led Peggy into a little side room that was usually used for 
interrogation, and he shut the door. Then he showed her the videotape 
machine, turning it on after putting on the appropriate tape cartridge. 

All four men had that businessman-look about them. All were in their middle 
forties, and none of them was especially good-looking or bad-looking. 

"I suppose you want the richest?" Craig asked. 

"No," she replied. "As a matter-of-fact, I'd like the man you think is 
probably the most considerate!" 

"Aha! Well, I can't blame you for that. But the kinky guys are the ones who 
pay the most." 

"So I'll make a little less. I'll make it up by turning a few more 
considerate tricks," she told him flatly. 

"A real businesswoman," he laughed. "Okay, your best bet is this guy, Alan 
Christenfreund. He's not one of these four." 

The man to whom Craig was referring had naturally medium blonde hair, and he 
had a round, almost boyish face. He showed her the pictures of him. 

"Can you tell me anything about him?" Peggy asked. 

"Forty-seven, married, has five kids, never takes his wife with him,-likes 
to gamble heavily and lose heavily, but it doesn't matter because he's a 
successful executive producer of movies. 

He only makes big hits. Usually comes in with a picture that grosses 
somewhere between forty and a hundred-million. He-likes to promise girls a 
part in his movies if they ever come to Hollywood, and he usually keeps his 
promises, too. True, the parts are small, but he is a man of his word. He's 
in one of the bungalows." 

"All right," Peggy nodded. "Set it up the same way you did Phil Scott. Let's 
see what turns Mr. Christenfreund on." 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Alan Christenfreund had a suite in one of the semi-private bungalows 
attached to the main building by a long passageway. The passageway ran for 
nearly a quarter of a mile, as did three other passageways leading from the 
building, and on either side of each passageway were semi-private bungalows. 
Each bungalow was divided exactly in half, soundproofed, and each one had a 
seven foot-high brick wall around it, once again, with a wall dividing the 
yard behind the bungalow in half. 

It was an innovation of The Naiad because there were people who wanted 
intimate privacy and yet wanted to enjoy the outdoors without having to be 
seen by everyone else at the hotel. The only way anyone in one half of the 
bungalow would know what was going on in the other half of the same bungalow 
was to be out in the backyard when the occupants of the other half came 
outside, as well. Even then, the seven-foot brick wall prevented anyone from 
actually seeing what went on. 

Taking a suite in one of the bungalows, depending on how far away one was 
from the main building, ran from $120 a day up to $350 a day. Each suite 
consisted of two huge rooms, and in the backyard of each was a hot pool, a 
small wading pool, much like a sauna bath, with whirlpool action if one 
chose, in which one sat to take the weariness out of one's bones. 

That particular evening, Friday evening, was a cool night in Las Vegas, but 
the high wall surrounding the rear yard of Alan Christenfreund's rented 
bungalow kept the cool breeze from chilling the yard's occupants, of which 
there were three now that Peggy had joined them. 

Aside from Alan himself, there was what Peggy would have termed a much older 
woman. Since Alan Christenfreund was, himself, in his mid-to-late forties, 
and the woman with him was ten years older, Peggy was astonished. After all, 
this man, a Hollywood producer, had his choice of any and all the starlets 
who worked in his studio, yet here he was with an unquestionabley 
attractive, but nonetheless older woman. She was almost in her late fifties, 
but it was obvious she had gone in for a lot of plastic surgery to maintain 
her youthful appearance. Only a few lines around her neck gave her away. 

Alan called her Cynthia, and Peggy never did learn Cynthia's last name. 
Cynthia was a tall woman, and her features were bold. She had a prominent 
nose, full lips, and flashing brown eyes, her reddish-brown hair was short, 
and it was obvious Alan adored her in spite of the difference in their ages. 

Peggy didn't understand why the man would want her services after having 
brought this woman along, but she wasn't there to question it. Alan was a 
big spender. He had already given her five-hundred dollars in advance, and 
he had promised her that if he was satisfied with her performance, there 
would be a like amount the following morning, before she left. 

At the moment it was a little after nine, and Peggy had already turned down 
all the beds of the rooms she serviced, and so she was free to pursue her 
extra-curricular activity. 

The three of them were sitting on wrought-iron chairs in the backyard of the 
bungalow, and from the silence coming from the other side, it was obvious 
Alan had paid to make sure that half of the bungalow would remain 
unoccupied. Alan was wearing green Bermuda shorts and a white shirt which 
was outside the pants. Cynthia, who was seated to his right, wore a 
light-brown sleeveless dress which, considering the coolness of the evening, 
was much too light. Peggy had a blue dress on as well. It was a tight dress 
that did nothing to hide the swell of her lovely breasts, breasts which, at 
the moment, were noticeably unhampered by a brassiere. 

They had talked at some length about a multitude of different things all 
three of them were able to discuss. At one point Alan even invited Peggy to 
come to Hollywood for a screen test, but she decided to decline, telling him 
she had absolutely no acting talent, whatsoever. 

"I'm not kidding myself," she told him. "I know just what it is I'm capable 
of, and I'm content to remain as I am until I've earned enough money so that 
I can live on the interest once it's all banked." 

"I'm starting to feel a bit chilly" Cynthia said. "Hey, let's all of us use 
the hot pool," Alan insisted. 

Without a reply, Cynthia stood, and still fully clothed, walked over to the 
hot pool and after kicking off her sandals, climbing into the water still 
wearing her dress. Alan kicked off his own shoes and socks, and followed her 
in, still otherwise clothed. 

Peggy, who was now on her feet and standing near the edge of the hot pool, 
found herself chuckling at the antics of the two of them. 

"Ugh!" Cynthia was gasping. "This is the dumbest damn thing I've ever done. 
The water feels wonderful, but my clothes feel so clammy Uuuccchhh!" 

She picked herself up out of the water and began stripping herself in front 
of Peggy, who was still much more amused than surprised. She left her 
clothing in a sodden heap on the tiled area surrounding the hot pool, and 
Peggy noticed the woman had also had some body surgery performed. Her 
breasts, which had, at one time probably been monumental, were still full, 
but with light scars around them which attested to skin-tightening. Her 
thighs had also been worked on, and they were still slender pillars. 

Cynthia stood at the edge of the hot pool, then turned to Peggy and said, 
"Come on, dear, join us." 

Peggy, for some reason felt like an intruder rather than someone who had 
been paid to be here. She looked at Alan who was climbing out of the hot 
pool. He also stripped down. His belly was paunchy and flabby, but there was 
nothing small about the appendage that dangled between his thighs. It was an 
all-white penis with a light pink head. At the moment it was still flaccid. 

"Come on," Alan invited. "Join us!" 

Although it sounded like a request, Peggy knew it was a command. She saw the 
two of them sitting side by side in the pool, almost up to their necks. 
Cynthia's breasts floated on top of the water like little buoys. The brown 
tips of her nipples seemed to be pointing at Peggy like little fingers, 
accusing her of not complying with Alan's wishes. 

Peggy shrugged and peeled off her own dress, revealing her own naked 
perfection, and then she stepped into the hot pool. The warm water closed 
around her, and it almost as if she seemed to feel each of her pores opening 
up individually. She was across from them in the hot pool, and she felt 
Alan's toes rubbing against the underside of her right foot. They remained 
in the hot pool, looking at one another, getting used to each other, and 
then they climbed out of the pool. Though her nakedness didn't bother her, 
Peggy found the cool night air disturbing, and all three of them returned to 
the bungalow suite, entering the sitting room through glass doors. All three 
of them collapsed on the rug after Alan had shut the door. She was already 
aware of Alan's heavy thigh pressing against her on one side while Cynthia's 
soft flank rubbed against her other side. 

"How do you feel?" Alan asked. 

"A little chilly and a little dizzy," Peggy replied. 

"Cynthia, you know how to take away dizziness. Go on and help the poor 
girl." 

Cynthia sat up and moved behind Peggy, whom she had sit up, as well. Peggy 
relaxed, enjoying the cool touch of Cynthia's fingers on her temples, and 
after awhile she realized the woman was stroking more of her body. When she 
felt a hand caress her rib cage, and then her breast, her eyes, which had 
been closed, suddenly flew open. She saw Cynthia was the one touching her 
there, and Cynthia was smiling. She felt as if she were reenacting the drama 
that had taken place that first day she had come to the hotel to work. 

"It's all right," Cynthia assured her. "You just lie back, relax, and 
enjoy!" 

Peggy didn't want to become lesbianically involved, yet she realized she 
didn't have much choice. Once again, she had accepted a lot of money in 
advance, and now she no longer felt disgust for what Arlene and Mary Ann had 
done together. Instead, she pitied them, just as she pitied herself. 

Stroking hands were gliding over her body, sending fantastic waves of dreamy 
sensations charging through her sinuous form. By now she knew full well 
these caresses were sexual, and she didn't jump at all when Alan's hands 
began gliding over the velvety smoothness of her flesh. 

She was aware of the man's fingers touching her thighs, moving toward the 
lust-inciting triangle of her dark-blonde hair. They didn't quite touch her 
as Cynthia's fingers slid into the deep valley between her rounded breasts, 
then returned to rubbing her mammaries, letting her fingers circle each 
areola, not quite touching her taut nipples. 

Alan looked down at Peggy, at the mist filling her eyes, and he realized she 
was almost ready. Just a little longer now, and she would be amenable to 
anything and everything. 

Her golden loveliness soon became too much for him, and he leaned down and 
pressed his lips firmly to her tantalizingly naked belly. The abrupt wet 
contact sent a violent chill racing uncontrollably up and down the quivering 
spine of the younger female. She automatically reached down and tangled her 
fingers in his hair. 

Cynthia leaned down and whispered in Peggy's ear, "Put up a little bit of a 
struggle. He-likes to think he can conquer women with his masculinity." 

The man suddenly pushed his face between 

Peggy's thighs, spreading the soft, dark-blonde curls, and flicked his 
tongue out like that of an aardvark, plunging it into the wet warm slit of 
her pink pussy. 

Peggy jumped from the suddenly arousing electrical contact as his oral organ 
washed over her upstanding clitoris. Her eyes flew wide open, and, 
remembering Cynthia's suggestion, pressed on his shoulders with her hands in 
an effort to push him away. She automatically opened her legs as she started 
to struggle against the restraint of Cynthia holding her down, and that was 
when Alan moved forward and caught her in the obscene position with her legs 
spread apart, preventing her from clamping them shut. Slamming his 
perspiring palms against the tender insides of her thighs, the man held her 
fast, drooling as he stared at her pussy. 

Peggy, playing the game to the hilt, had her eyes wide open as if confused. 
She continued struggling in an attempt to shut her thighs, but she realized 
it was a hopeless battle. She was able to see Alan lying flat on his belly 
between her widespread loins, smiling at her from between her upstanding 
breasts, looking like a starving lion about to gobble its prey. The coral, 
moist flesh of her feminine nakedness was presented to his hungering mouth 
in defenseless sacrifice as she lay frozen to the floor. Yes, this was 
definitely going to be something similar to that which she had witnessed on 
her first day at The Naiad. The man's tongue was circling his lips, and the 
brightness in his eyes told her he relished what he was about to do. In a 
sense she was glad, because a man who liked pussy eating, usually did a good 
job of it. 

"Fight him some more, beg him not to do it," Cynthia whispered. 

"Oh no ... Mr. Christenfreund, no ... please, let me upo, don't do this!" 
she pleaded. 

"You just take it easy honey," Alan told her. "You'll love what I'm gonna do 
to you." 

"No, no, this is all wrong," she told him, seeing him preen as if positive 
about his ability to conquer her. 

Peggy whimpered a little to make herself sound more convincing. While 
Cynthia pinned her shoulders and arms to the floor, Alan once more clamped 
his hands on the insides of her tender thighs, moving his fingers higher 
until his thumbs came to rest on the soft flanges of her vagina. Then, with 
a slow, tantalizing outward movement of his thumbs, he drew the ragged edges 
of her pink pussylips apart very slowly, exposing the wet slit of her 
defenseless vagina to his merciless gaze. He watched her greedily for the 
moment, and then, with a soft animal-like groan, he allowed his head to fall 
forward and he buried his tongue to its full length into the deliciously 
savory warmth of her throbbing inner femininity. 

The captively held Peggy jerked and twisted, realizing this was what the man 
wanted. A soul-searing moan escaped from her throat, and she gasped. She 
twitched from side to side, her buttocks rubbing against the carpeting, 
doing her best to escape the fabulous madness he was performing on her 
genitals. 

"UUUUNNNNHHH! N-O-O-O-O-O-O! Don't ... don't do it!" she begged, whimpering 
before this wonderfully delightful oral attack. 

She lifted her head off the floor, and though there was a horrified 
expression on her face, a disbelief that this was actually happening, 
inwardly she thrilled to all of it, not only believing it, but wanting to 
feel more and more and more of it. 

"Good girl!" Cynthia whispered in her ear. "Keep it up a little longer. He 
loves to think himself a man capable of conquering all women, young ones 
like you, and old ones like me." 

Aloud, Peggy groaned, "It can't be! It can't be!" 

She continued moaning again and again, pretending to be filled with 
humiliation, her head falling back on the carpet and flailing helplessly 
from side to side as the man's tongue continued spearing in and out of the 
dilating lips of her cunt, sending one thrill after another passionately 
shooting through her. 

Wisps of delight working in her body grew in geometric proportion, and 
pleasure mounted more and more quickly in the depths of her naked belly. Her 
arms tensed themselves against the pressing hold Cynthia had on them, while 
her firm, rounded buttocks continued hitting the floor, and her full breasts 
jiggled every which way from her movement. 

Although she had been expecting Cynthia to join in, Peggy was still not 
really prepared when the older woman leaned down, continuing to maintain her 
grip on her forearms, and she began gently blowing hot air across her 
up-thrust nipples. The pinned-down blonde shivered at the new sensation that 
rippled through her body. She was aware of her nipples, already stiff and 
hard, stiffening even more. That was when Cynthia brought her mouth even 
closer to Peggy's straining breasts and slowly began circling her tongue 
around the tiny pink buds. Peggy stared in thrilled delight as her nipples 
continued reacting to this second attack, stiffening so much, she thought 
they might grow another inch in length. 

All during this time, Alan Christenfreund's eyes remained wide open, his 
mouth and tongue continuing to work like that of a honey bear lapping at a 
bee's wax comb. It probed into the syrupy depths of her seething pussy-of 
the luscious cunt beneath him, drinking the continual flow of colorless sap 
as it leaked out. He stared, watching with arrogant delight, the contorted 
expressions on her face as Cynthia's auburn head lowered itself even further 
onto her swollen breasts. He was waiting, waiting for the initial signs of 
the surrender he was certain would eventually come. 

Peggy lay there, pretending she was abjectly submitting herself to these 
wonderful outrages being perpetrated on her body. It was delightfully 
thrilling. He watched with arrogant pride as the lovely blonde continued her 
pretense, constantly screwing her features into a series of contorted masks. 

Peggy realized that if she were indeed the so-called helpless being Alan was 
imagining her to be, she would be feeling all kinds of humiliation. Random 
pictures flickered through her mind as she tried to imagine the expressions 
on the faces of her parents if they ever saw her this way. All the while her 
ears enjoyed listening to the obscene sucking sounds Alan continued making 
as his hands kept her thighs forced apart. She kept her eyes glued to 
Cynthia, staring at the way the latter was expertly sucking her nipples. 

Peggy had never realized depravity could be so much fun. She was becoming 
less and less frightened at sexual contact, especially since Craig had 
trained her a little. There was still more to learn, she was certain of 
that, and she was now eagerly looking forward to learning it all. 

At the moment, there was nothing for her to do but remain lying there, 
accepting whatever oral homage the two of them wished to pay her. Her own 
turn would eventually come, she knew as much. She looked forward to it 
almost eagerly. 

Alan's wide-open eyes remained locked on her lovely face as he continued the 
torturing probes of his tongue into the depths of what he imagined to be her 
protesting vagina. He watched the tears of shock and humiliation, for so 
they seemed to be, and he enjoyed it all tremendously. A feeling of 
satisfaction was welling up inside him, and he silently laughed, flicking 
his tongue all the more strongly against her clitoris. Hell! He was going to 
show this little blonde he was the best pussy eater in the business. Not 
only that, he would give her another thrill, as well. Before the evening was 
over, he'd have her doing somersaults for more of this. 

He chuckled again as he got an even firmer grip on her rounded thighs, 
knowing he was going to really get to her, now. He hoisted her buttocks off 
the floor, pushing her thighs back a little, exposing the tiny brown crinkle 
of her anus. Then he leaned down and flicked the tip of his tongue against 
the little pucker. 

"UUUNNNNNGGGGHHHHHH!" Peggy gasped, feeling the unexpected searing contact. 

This was something not even Craig Garner had done to her. A low moan of 
wanton delight issued forth from between her lips. She clenched her eyes 
tightly shut, baring her lips back over her teeth as she felt the wild 
sensations continuing to trammel through her quaking body. 

"Good God!" she gasped. "What are you doing?" 

She desperately tried screwing her loins away from the hotness of the 
flicking tongue, not because she didn't enjoy it, but because she was 
over-sensitive back there and felt herself going totally out of control. 
Alan's only reply to her question was another licentious chuckle from his 
wet lips and a further stab into the tightness of her fleshy ring. 

"AAAANNNNGGGGHHHHH!" she moaned aloud again as a series of tiny goose 
pimples excitedly rippled their way across her quivering belly and heaving 
breasts. 

At that moment, Cynthia chose to pull half of one of Peggy's breasts into 
her mouth, letting her palate rub itself across the tip of Peggy's nipple. 
She chewed on the flesh with her teeth, but did it ever so lightly, leaving 
tiny little marks that would disappear in a matter of minutes. ill 

Peggy gasped delightedly, reveling in this thrilling dual attack, and she 
realized she was no longer able to keep up this pretense. Her body was too 
aroused and in need of satisfaction. Her buttocks bounced up and down as his 
probing tongue still dug into her anal opening, and the delicious new spasms 
had her writhing all over the place. 

"OH AHHHHH! THIS IS TOO MUCH, TOO MUCH!" 

Peggy was well aware she had lost control of herself, and she wriggled as 
further cries of jubilation came from the depths of her throat. She was 
beyond being able to act at this moment and merely wanted to enjoy all that 
was happening to her. She had clenched her teeth together and pretended to 
fight long enough. The time to give in had come, and she ached to enjoy it. 

Her shamelessly aroused, wanton body began to suddenly jerk spasmodically 
out of control. It began a slow, abandoned movement against the hard thrust 
of the man's probing tongue, and a low, soul-stirring moan came from the 
depths of her throat. Forgotten was any thought of pretense, now. Forgotten 
was the fact that she felt no love for this man in any way. All that counted 
was his ability to arouse her. He had done just that, and because of this, 
the delicious little arrows of delight had turned into lightning bolts of 
utter pleasure. 

Alan sensed her supposedly submissive surrender, once again thinking of 
himself as a man for all women. With a savage grin the paunchy blonde man 
thrust the full length of his thick, wet tongue into the depths of the 
lovely woman's quivering sheath, slurping fluids from her. He was aware of 
the softness of her silky pubic hairs grazing the tip of his nose and his 
cheeks as she ground her rounded ass-cheeks upward, pressing her cunt 
against his face in a slow hypnotic rhythm. She was his now, and he gloated 
excitedly as he watched the grimaces on her face as her eyes remained 
tightly clenched and her teeth stayed clamped together. 

By God! It wouldn't be much longer until he rammed his aching cock into this 
tasty little pink split and fired his eager sperm into the depths of her 
quivering belly. She would soon be just a hotly screaming bitch, aching to 
be fucked by his cock, a cock that was now fully erect, in all its glory. 

Alan started moving back, lifting his mouth away from the lovely blonde's 
coral cunt as it continued streaming lubricity between its lips. But before 
he was able to move into position to fuck her, Cynthia said, "Hold it!" 

"What's wrong?" Alan wanted to know. 

"Nothing," she replied. "You can have her cunt ... after I'm finished with 
it." 

Having said this, she lifted her head from Peggy's breasts and swung her 
naked body around and straddled Peggy's chest, her own naked buttocks 
directly above Peggy's throat, her knees on either side of Peggy's head. Her 
own dripping cunt was poised an inch-or-so away from Peggy's 
passion-distorted face. Tiny droplets of vaginal oil ran down her thighs, 
and one or two fell on Peggy's face. The blonde girl stared up into the pink 
slash, realizing the moment had arrived. This was something she had 
expected, and yet, not having done anything like this in her life, she was a 
little afraid to try it. She stared at the waiting cunt as Cynthia balanced 
herself on her knees, reached behind and gripped her head with anxious 
hands, and tried guiding her mouth to her wide-open orifice as she sat a 
little lower. 

Peggy had writhed and wriggled under the delightfully maddening torture of 
the movie producer's flicking tongue. She had bucked until she thought she'd 
break a bone or two in her body or her heart would beat its way out of her 
chest. At one point it had appeared as if the man's knowing way of sucking 
at her pussy would go on forever, and now that it had stopped, she felt such 
an emptiness. Staring at Cynthia's more redly hued vaginal labia, she 
understood the older woman wanted to feel what she had been feeling, and 
after all, this was, in essence, what she was being paid to do. Feeling no 
sense of shame or indecency whatsoever, she was aware simply of the 
sensuousness of all that was happening to her. 

The heatedly aroused young blonde found her hands were suddenly free, and 
without thinking about it, for to think on it might be a way of not doing 
it, she circled her arms eagerly around the older woman's ass cheeks and 
pulled Cynthia's widespread inner loins right down into her face. Hell! If 
both Alan Christenfreund and Craig Garner were able to do this and enjoy it, 
it reasonably followed she ought to get a kick out of it, as well. She 
lifted her head off the floor a little, and her tongue shot out and washed 
across the dribbling labia of the older woman's pussy. 

Cynthia jerked from the abruptly sudden wet contact and began pressing her 
hands all the harder on either side of the lovely blonde's head, tugging her 
face even higher against her lusting pussy. Peggy's tongue was circling 
maddeningly around inside the other woman's vaginal lips, the tip flicking 
wetly against the wetly sensitive walls of her vagina like the flashing 
tongue of a rattlesnake. 

"AHHHHHUUUUUNNNNHHHHHH!" It was a long groan that escaped from the older 
woman's throat as she gasped, "That's good, Peggy, that's really good! Do it 
more! More!" 

The enchanting auburn-haired woman continued gasping the words out without 
thinking, her body bucking, sliding back and forth on the tongue probing 
into it. She spread her thighs even more widely apart so that her vaginal 
lips would part as far as possible. 

Peggy began using her own hands, reaching for the woman's crotch and tugging 
her labia wide apart so that her vagina was spread open as much as possible. 
She continued pulling, thinking she might even be hurting Cynthia, but the 
older woman kept begging for more and more. 

Remembering how thrilled she had felt when Alan had licked her anus, Peggy 
now did the same thing to Cynthia, lapping at her tiny starred opening. She 
thrust the narrowed tip of her tongue against the fleshy circle until she 
felt it give a little, and then the tip entered the tiniest bit. Cynthia 
fairly shrieked with happiness as the lovely blonde maid continued lapping 
at the tightness of the older woman's rectum. She wanted only to return the 
pleasure she, herself was receiving. 

"OH PEGGGGGYYYYY ... AAANNNHHH ... OHHHH ... HHHUUUNNNHHH!" 

Acting out of instinct rather than knowledge now, Peggy moved her tongue 
away from the anal pucker and moistened a forefinger in the hot opening of 
Cynthia's cunt, catching the dribbling secretions. She then pressed the 
slippery tip of her finger against the tiny back hole. Her mouth returned 
automatically to Cynthia's cunt, and seeing the clitoris this close up, she 
realized it was a miniature penis. She took it between her lips and sucked 
on it as she had sucked on Craig's pulsing cock, and at the same time sank a 
finger into the tightness of Cynthia's anus. 

Peggy didn't know why, but she had to admit she liked lapping the other 
woman's pussy. She knew she wasn't a lesbian, because she enjoyed men too 
much to be that, but she also knew she would never be wholly heterosexual 
again. 

"HHHAAANNNGGGGHHHH!" Cynthia gasped. 

This encouraged Peggy to thrust her finger in to the second knuckle. 

"HAAAANNNGGGHHHH! OHHHHH ... that feels s-o-o-o-o-o good!" 

Instinctively, the still relatively inexperienced blonde held her finger in 
place and began thrusting her licking tongue upward into the dripping center 
of Cynthia's tantalizing cunt until the older woman slowly felt her ass-hole 
accustoming itself to the digital intruder. 

Cynthia sat perfectly still and unmoving, holding her breath with her mouth 
wide open, her lips tightly drawn back over her own teeth as Peggy's lips 
had been drawn back, earlier. Then, after a seeming eternity, she began 
breathing again, panting heavily. 

Peggy thrilled to the taste of the other woman's throbbing pussy, and she 
began licking and sucking all the more strongly, twisting her finger around 
and around in earnest now, widening the narrow stricture of Cynthia's 
rectum, stretching it a little more with each circle until whatever minor 
discomfort the older woman might have felt was totally submerged into the 
tremendous pleasure continually coursing through her naked pussy. She began 
thrusting her own buttocks upward, then down, trying to push more of Peggy's 
finger inside her, trying to keep some kind of lewd rhythm with the tongue 
that was working in her. Peggy used her free hand to cling to the older 
woman's ass-cheeks in an effort to press her trembling loins even more 
tightly against her face. She locked her mouth against the slavering cunt of 
the older woman as her tongue continued probing deeper and deeper. 

Alan Christenfreund was sitting back on his haunches, watching this scene 
unfold before him in utter amazement. It was the kind of delightfully 
bizarre spectacle he enjoyed. He stared in fascination at the way Cynthia's 
beautifully rounded ass-cheeks pressed against Peggy's face as the older 
woman remained in a semi-sitting position. She was jerking her body forward 
and back, keeping cadence with the tongue working in her, as well as with 
the finger probing her rectal interior. 

A delightfully wonderful wildness had taken total possession of Cynthia's 
quaking body as she crouched there, part of her impaled on Peggy's tongue, 
and another part of her skewered on the blonde's finger. She ground her 
buttocks around and around in wild ecstasy, pushing her genitalia against 
the delightfully maddening probing into her loins. Nothing seemed to matter 
at the moment other than the swirling deliciousness she felt, and she 
wriggled and twisted and turned and jerked above the licentiously working 
face of the lovely blonde. 

"OHHHHHH ... HHHUUUNNNGGGHHH ... AHHHHHHHHH! LICK ME ... LAP ME ... DON'T 
STOP ... KEEP ON DOING IT!" 

Peggy slaved to please the older woman now, knowing the older woman was 
starting to approach her orgasmic ride. All she saw when she looked up was 
the fullness of Cynthia's ass-cheeks and the way her finger was moving in 
and out of the rectal pucker. 

Cynthia's eyes were tightly shut, and there was an expression of total and 
complete rapture spread across her face. Her reddish hair billowed out like 
sable waves around her neck as she twisted her head from side to side. Her 
thighs were now spasmodically opening and closing around Peggy's face, and 
Peggy enjoyed their warm resilience pressing tightly around her ears as the 
lovely older woman continued jerking involuntarily from the constant 
flickings of a tongue inside her vagina. The aroused young hotel maid was 
aware of 

Cynthia's more stertorous breathing now, since her cunt seemingly opened and 
closed with every breath she took. Cynthia's head was flailing from side to 
side like a whip, her long hair lashing out this way and that. 

Peggy thrust her finger in even deeper. 

Cynthia's loins continued to press more tightly against the sides of the 
younger female's head, tightening and softening in constant rhythm to the 
thrust of the delightfully punishing tongue. She knew Cynthia was now on the 
brink of her orgasm ... not quite there ... but hanging on the very tip of 
it. The older woman's breasts were heaving and dancing wildly against her 
chest, and now she leaned forward, planting her arms on either side of 
Peggy's torso, and stiff-armed, she humped herself back and forth, back and 
forth. 

Then her head stopped its flailing. Her entire body tensed as she arched her 
back, the cords in her neck standing out like steel cables. Her face began 
contorting and a low, guttural scream started deep in her throat, suddenly 
choked off at the last moment, sounding like the soulful gasp of a dying 
animal. 

"UUUUUUUNNNNNNGGGGHHHHH ... AAAANNNNGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!" Then silence! 

Cynthia felt as if her entire interior had melted and was gushing out of her 
through her vagina. The orgasm started in the depths of her belly and gushed 
out around the still-moving tongue of the young blonde who lay beneath her. 
Oils dribbled on Peggy's nose, face, and chin. The climaxing auburn-haired 
woman felt more of the vaginal fluid running along her inner thighs, and 
much of it fell on Peggy again and again. 

Cynthia suddenly fell forward, her own head falling between Peggy's thighs, 
and before Peggy was aware of it, Cynthia was sucking the vagina of the 
blonde girl. Her mouth pressed itself solidly against the split that 
continually oozed heavy fluid. Oils drained from the beautiful cunt more 
rapidly than ever, and Peggy felt herself already on the verge of an orgasm. 

"YYYYAAAIIIIYYYYAAAAGGGGHHHH-AAAGGGHHHEEEAAAIIIGGGHHHHHHH-A A AUUU W W AA 
AGGGHHH AA AGGHHH!" she shrieked. 

That was when Alan made his move. He toppled Cynthia off Peggy, threw 
himself down on top of her, and plugged his hard cock into her, fucking away 
insanely, until, in less than a minute, he, too, went violently over the 
top, unable to control himself as he climaxed again and again. 

"That was only round one for all of us," he panted, his cock still in Peggy. 
"There's a lot more to come." 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Peggy spent all her off-hours during the weekend with Alan Christenfreund, 
and by the time Sunday evening rolled around, the man had given her nearly 
two-thousand dollars. This she mailed to her New York bank, as well. The 
money was starting to roll in, and the only problem she would have would be 
Internal Revenue. They wanted their share no matter what. She'd have to have 
an accountant figure it all out at the end of the year. 

During the next week, things were quiet for the first four days, so she 
spent them with Craig Garner, learning more and more about love-making. He 
was always gentle with her, treating her like a lady, and she had to admit 
she was finding it easier than ever to fall for the man. 

On Friday afternoon, Craig told her, "Tonight is your chance for the kind of 
killing you'll probably only make once in a lifetime." 

"Say on," she insisted. "What do you mean by a killing?" 

"I'm talking about hundreds of thousands of dollars," he replied. 

"You have to be kidding." 

"I'm very serious. It'll involve strenuous work on your part, though. The 
man I'm talking about is a totally domineering individual. Though he isn't 
the kind to risk really hurting or maiming a woman, he can get rough as 
hell. What's more, he occasionally expects you to allow yourself to be used 
by more than one man at a time." 

"That's something that never even occurred to me," she admitted. 

"The only reason I'm suggesting it is, it might mean an early retirement for 
you," he told her. "Then maybe you and I can talk seriously." 

"You mean you're still interested in slightly used merchandise?" 

"Hell! The more I know you, the crazier I am about you," he replied. "Under 
normal circumstances I'd say, stay far away from this son of a bitch. But he 
has the bucks, and he pisses it all away very freely." 

"How is that?" she asked. 

"He's one of those oil-rich sheiks. He has so many oil wells pumping for 
him, he makes something like a hundred-thousand dollars a minute, 
twenty-four hours day, seven days a week." 

"That's incredible!" Peggy gasped. 

"Yeah, well like so many other nouveau-riche, and especially when you 
consider he heads the government in his country and so pays no taxes, he 
can't spend it fast enough. He has more than fifty-billion salted away in 
Switzerland, and another five-hundred billion invested in various 
enterprises throughout the world. These are also bringing him in more money. 
When he comes here, he's given a special Blackjack table all his own, and 
he'll drop a million or two in an evening just for the fun of it." 

"I hear those sheiks usually bring their own women with them." 

"Not this one. He-likes blondes. In his country there are no blondes, and so 
he wants them. He-likes to take them one at a time, and when he's finished 
with a girl, he passes her on to his sons, letting them use her, as well. I 
know he's already given certain girls more than a quarter-of-a-million 
apiece the last time he came here. He might give you even more." 

"I'll risk whatever he wants to dish out," Peggy admitted. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

Sheik Isak Ibn Sasson was an admittedly handsome man. He had dark, swarthy 
skin, and his round apple cheeks made him look much heavier than he was. Not 
that he was thin, but he was by no means fat. He didn't like using the 
hotel's bungalows, preferring rooms with connecting doors through which his 
bodyguards might rush at any given call. So Craig had seen to it the sheik 
had been assigned to the hotel's eighth floor, and in rooms Peggy cleaned. 

When she came to turn down the covers in his bed that evening, the black, 
curly-haired sheik, dressed in a white jacket and black tuxedo pants, nodded 
his approval, and said to Peggy, "You are the one about whom I have been 
informed. You will do very nicely. I shall go down to the casino now. When I 
return, you will be lying on this bed, totally naked." 

He didn't bother waiting for her to answer. Instead, he merely handed her an 
envelope, and left. Peggy opened the envelope and her eyes opened with 
astonishment. There were a hundred bills in it, each with a thousand-dollar 
denomination. She took the money to Craig, who had it put in the hotel safe. 
Then she went back upstairs to the sheik's room, where she showered, making 
sure her body was properly scented, and then went to his bed, where she lay 
down with nothing covering her. 

She didn't have to wait too long. Apparently the sheik had been really taken 
with her, and as a result had dropped only five-hundred thousand at the 
roulette table before coming back. 

The moment he entered the room, he smiled. His eyes wandered up and down her 
lovely body, seeing the golden hairs tufted on her pelvis, and the full, 
upstanding breasts with their pink nipples. 

Although the sheik had a passion for blondes, he also preferred western 
women because they were females with no humility. He loved humbling them. 
Money gave him the power to do almost anything. 

True, there were times when he would have loved cutting up a woman just for 
the enjoyment of it, but if he did so, he knew he would never be able to get 
another western woman again. So he restrained his sadism. 

"There is dust on the furniture," he told her, running his hand over a 
bureau. "Are you not responsible for the cleanliness of this room?" he 
asked. 

"But I cleaned it thoroughly," Peggy insisted. 

"You are insolent as well," he nodded. "You must learn that in this room, I 
am the master, and you, dear lady, are less than a slave. Apparently you 
must learn obedience." 

"What are you talking about?" she asked. 

"I am telling you I am going to teach you obedience," he replied. "I expect 
you to accept my decisions without question. Have I made myself clear?" 

"Yes," Peggy nodded. 

"Yes, what?" 

"Yes, you've made yourself clear." 

"Yes, master!" he roared. "I am the master!" 

Peggy was aghast, her mouth hanging open. She was totally incapable of 
replying at that moment. 

"Sit up! No, better yet, stand!" 

She got off the bed and stood in front of him. 

"Come here," he insisted. "Lie down across my knees," he told her as he sat 
on the other side of the bed. 

The edge in his voice sparked the lovely hotel maid to do as he ordered. She 
moved slowly though, walking toward him, then lying across his knees. He 
roughly pulled her down, and her legs kicked out behind her. 

Peggy felt so awkward, to her it was silly. Her feet were actually touching 
the floor, and her dangling palms were pressing into the floor on the other 
side. He was going to spank her! It seemed like such a ridiculous notion, 
she had to giggle. 

The handsome sheik gazed down at the tight roundness of Peggy's ass-cheeks, 
enjoying the sight of her across his lap. He was able to see a sprinkle of 
blonde hairs visible between her thighs. The long-legged blonde girl 
wriggled, trying to make herself comfortable. She clenched her rounded 
buttocks, then unclenched them, and shifting her thighs a little, revealed a 
flashing glimpse of her pink-slipped vagina nestling in its furry place 
between her loins. This made the sheik pause for a moment and look at her 
ass again. He had intended hitting her behind with his hand, but no, that 
would be too easy for this one. 

Peggy felt herself being tugged to her feet. He was nudging her hip and 
pulling on her shoulder and she wondered just what it was this man had in 
mind. So far he hadn't even given her a playful slap on her fanny. 
Nevertheless, she was glad to be moved from her awkward perch. She righted 
herself and stood. 

No sooner had she gained her feet than the sheik decided to position her 
anew. He pulled the large-armed easy chair over to the foot of the bed. With 
no idea just what it was the man had in mind, she simply allowed him to do 
as he wished with her. He had the chair in position, and he was sitting in 
it, then he had her straddle the arms of the chair with her thighs, and he 
pushed her forward so that she had to brace herself at the foot of the bed 
on her hands. She now lay with her pelvis and lower abdomen resting on his 
thighs. Her loins were widely stretched, each leg outside the arm of the 
chair in which he sat. Her full breasts dangled in the air near the 
baseboard at the foot of the bed, and she slowly rested her head and 
shoulders to rest them there. Her face was turned to the side, her cheek 
resting on the silken bed cover. 

All this merely had the effect of unfolding the lips of her vagina a bit 
more. The hair-sprinkled labia had widely parted to expose their raggedly 
pink edges. 

The sheik seized her rounded ass cheeks with his two hands, squeezing them 
for a moment before dipping his thumbs between her slender thighs to stretch 
the sensitive ridges of her vagina even more. At the instant of contact, the 
pink, bubbling inner hole began bubbling forth its oily viscosity. He spread 
the heavy liquid all over the soft folds of her cunt, using his thumb to rub 
it in. Her clitoris leaped to attention and stood quiveringly exposed. When 
he smoothly slid two fingers into her dripping womanly chute, Peggy found 
herself writhing deliriously. Then he began twisting his fingers around and 
around inside her tightness, and Peggy moaned, shutting her eyes, gasping 
for breath. 

She automatically tilted her pelvis and then started rotating her hips, and 
then, without warning, the sheik suddenly withdrew his hand, leaving her 
with an empty feeling. Abandoned so abruptly, Peggy began mewling, letting 
him know with no words her need for more of the same. But her buttocks were 
still canted upward, and she was totally unprepared when he finally did hit 
her with his hand. The first blow made her left globe smart viciously, and 
then it was followed quickly by a second open-handed slap, leaving a 
handprint in scarlet on the other buttock. 

"OH! OWWWWW! OOOOOH! OUCH!" she cried out as the blows began raining on her 
posterior again and again. The two quivering, quaking masses of white flesh 
turned pink quickly enough, and then seemed to burn a bright-red as the man 
continued beating at them without mercy. Peggy writhed and squirmed her 
buttocks from side to side in an effort to get away from the heavy handed 
slaps. She began biting her lower lip and tears began falling from her eyes. 
She felt confused by all this, wondering what kind of pleasure the man was 
getting from this since he was hurting his own hands as well. 

"You ... are ... learning ... obedience!" the sheik gasped, hitting her rear 
again and again, seemingly not the least bit tired from his efforts. He 
continued whacking and hitting, slamming his open hands against one cheek, 
and then the next, seeing her ass mounds shake like a gelatin dessert. 

"OWWWWWW ... IT HURTS, IT HURTS!" she yelled. 

"What hurts, my dear?" he maliciously asked. 

"MY ASS! MY ASS HURTS!" Peggy cried out in pain. 

Paying no attention to her outcries, the sheik seemingly redoubled his 
efforts, continually smacking her frantically contorted and abused buttocks, 
only now first realizing how much his own two hands were burning. Each 
wallop was a loud-sounding flail. Between her abused and dancing ass-cheeks, 
the brown little berry that was her anus winked at him, as did the richly 
gaping flesh of her pink vagina. He felt his penis rising like a scimitar, 
and he poured another hail of vicious wallops against her brick-red rear-end 
as her shrieks turned to gasps and strangled sobs as hot flame built higher 
and higher in the fullness of her behind. 

The sheik stopped abruptly, shaking his hands to try and get the sting out 
of them. He stared, enjoying the sight as the beautiful blonde's backside 
continued to writhe. Now he began to very gently caress the heated globes. 
Peggy continued softly sobbing convulsively as her florid buttocks slowed 
from their maddening dance. 

When she had slowed down just enough so that he was able to get a bead on 
her, the sheik once again drove two fingers into the tightness of her 
sucking vagina. Peggy gasped and her tears suddenly stopped flowing. Sobs 
became moans as his fingers gouged the walls of her trembling vagina and one 
of his thumbs was pressing against the button of her clitoris. The unseemly 
dance of her ass began all over again, more rapidly than ever, but this time 
it was a dance of joy. 

"Yes, yes, yes, master!" she gasped out. 

This was something she wanted, needed. Her vagina was on fire and her 
buttocks blazed with lust, filling her with the need for inner release. Her 
contortions of pained pleasure were far more extreme than those of pure 
agony. Her entire helpless body writhed and squirmed and humped up and down 
as the man's driving fingers pushed briskly in and out of the tightness of 
her vagina. With loud smacks, her dangling breasts continued slapping 
against the baseboard of the bed as her body moved back and forth, her 
entire highly charged interior shuddering on the brink of total rapture. She 
held her breath, grinding her up-thrust, blindly clasping pussy onto his 
ramming fingers, and then she came. 

"AAAIIIGGGHHHYYYAAAGGGHHH ... HHHAAAIIIYYYEEEAAAGGGGHHHHHHH A AAIIIAAGGGHHH 
AAANNNGGGHHH!" 

Her body strained and stiffened, and when it was all over, she finally 
collapsed, visibly sagging as her twitching finally subsided while his 
fingers continued thrusting in and out of her. 

Using a forefinger, the sheik tested the brown, rubbery opening of her 
ass-hole. He traced the tight outline of the little orifice before dragging 
the woman to her feet and lowering her upper half onto the bed. Then he 
disappeared into the bathroom. 

He reappeared a few moments later, totally naked. He was a little paunchy, 
but otherwise he was not badly built. His penis was probably the smallest 
one Peggy had ever seen, which was not to say it was really small, but 
merely smaller than the monsters she had encountered since coming to Las 
Vegas. She saw he had a little bottle of oil in his hand, and she asked, 
"What are you going to do?" 

Unstoppering the bottle, she smelled the pleasant fragrance of the oil as he 
told her, "Why I'm going to fuck you in the ass. 

Not positive she had heard correctly, the helpless blonde turned her head, 
looking to see the sheik smearing the colorless, fragrant oil all over his 
throbbing penis, a stiff, brown organ with an equally brown head. She 
thought he looked silly and she was all set to giggle again when she 
suddenly realized just what it was he had said and what he was going to do 
with that penis of his. It might not have been the massive truncheon sported 
by other men she had known, but in her ass it would be more than formidable. 

"You can't be serious," she gasped, pleadingly. "Certainly you're not going 
to do that, right now. My rear-end is certainly sore enough." 

"You're not that sore, slave!" he told her, giving her already abused behind 
a solid slap. 

Peggy grimaced when he hit her already stinging cheeks, but the blow didn't 
hurt anywhere near as much as the others he had given her. Her ass-cheeks 
were now only a sunburnt pink, the fire having gone out of them by now. She 
continued staring at the man over her shoulder as, bent forward, she saw his 
stiff-standing cock glistening with the coating of oil. He poured some more 
of it onto his fingers. 

"SPREAD YOUR LEGS!" he barked at her. 

Against her better judgment, the helpless hotel maid did as she was ordered, 
and instantly felt him start to rub some of the pleasant oil all over the 
tiny pucker of her ass-hole. He tried pushing a well-oiled finger inside, 
and she began moaning, "No, you're hurting me!" 

"If you are disobedient, slave, you shall receive yet another beating," the 
sheik insisted. 

The last thing in the world Peggy wanted was to have her buttocks lambasted 
again, but by the same token she was unable to relax and let him pull her 
ass-cheeks apart. He didn't bother trying to tug the cheeks open. Instead, 
he shoved his oiled forefinger into her tiny rear opening, right up to the 
first knuckle. There was a wide grin on his face as her writhing behind 
resisted, her knees clawing at the bed as the man's stubborn forefinger 
continued pushing its way deeper and deeper into her. With one more final 
thrust, the sheik had the full length of his finger buried in her, his palm 
flatly pressing against the wriggling cheeks of her behind. 

"OWWWWCCCCHHHHH! THAT HURTS!" she snapped at him, angry as well as in pain, 
hardly able to catch her breath as a result of his digital sodomizing of 
her. 

"Ah, sweet little golden-haired woman, you have felt nothing as yet," the 
sheik reassured her, a malicious smile scrawled across his face. "When I fit 
my organ of masculinity into you, then you will know what paradise is truly 
like." 

Peggy was afraid she would faint dead away on the spot. She had become 
acquainted with some of the other girls who worked the hotel as full-time 
hookers. They were aware of her occasional part-time occupation, but held no 
grudges since she got Johns none of them would have been able to get. They 
had told her how they were occasionally buggered, and Peggy had thought they 
were teasing her. Now, for the first time, she realized the more she knew 
about sex, the more there was to know. 

The thought of what might happen to her boggled her mind. The sheik was 
behaving more like an animal with every passing moment. He might seriously 
injure her. His penis was certainly long enough and thick enough to really 
stretch her interior. She was certain her rectum would never stretch enough 
to take that cock. 

However Sheik Isak Ibn Sasson continued rotating his finger deeper and 
deeper inside her passageway, loosening her up. There was a strange grin on 
his face as he felt the tenderly soft, buttery smoothness inside her rectum 
as he continued finger skewering her. Peggy wriggled under this wickedly 
ruthless penetration of her backside, thinking for the second time that 
evening that her entire rear-end was on fire. A second later she shrieked 
out loud as she thought his probing finger had suddenly doubled in thickness 
only to realize the man had plunged a second finger into her, alongside the 
first one. 

She gasped and began sobbing openly, crying even harder than when he had 
spanked her. The pain was like a penetrating arrow, tearing at her tender 
interior as if intent on ripping the very flesh out of her. Rage mingled 
with her agony, rage that she was unable to prevent this exploitation of her 
rectum. Then the pain became even more acute, and it started driving 
everything else out of her mind. 

"AAAIIIYYYAAAHHH! YOU SON OF A BITCH! NO MORE! NO MORE." 

"A woman must learn that her place is always inferior to that of a man," the 
sheik told her, and for a moment she thought he was going to change his mind 
about using her and demand his money back as he pulled his fingers from her 
rear tube. 

"Oh thank God!" she gasped. 

"Allah in indeed to be praised, woman," he told her. "For it is kismet that 
you and I have met this night. Now you shall learn the truth about 
obedience." 

"N-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O!" she shrieked, her voice soaring an octave higher as 
she was aware of the man. lowering his weight onto her back and his long, 
thick phallus gliding into the damp crevice between her buttocks, the head 
bumping against her tender ass-hole. "Don't!" she begged. "Don't do it!" 

"You will learn to love this, my golden-haired dove," he told her, 
confidence in his voice. "You shall see, there will be pain for but a few 
minutes. After that, it shall be all pleasure." 

Peggy's eyes widened in horror as she found herself flinching from the 
massive penile organ-massive since it was digging at her rectum-and terror 
charged through her. The sheik worked his way forward the littlest bit, 
resting his weight on her perspiring back, and then he pushed against her 
sphincter. She clenched it, hoping to keep him out. But his 
finger-penetration had left her rear muscle tired and sore. 

"YYYAAAGGGGHHHH!" she yelled as she felt the brown crown of his penile head 
shove forward into her agonized rear tunnel. She felt like an overripe melon 
being halved. 

Above and behind her, the sheik was grunting noisily as he continued to 
thrust with his hips, forcing his throbbing penile penetrator into the 
tightness of her straining rectum in quarter-of-an-inch thrusts. The pain 
was maddening. 

As far as the sheik was concerned, the pressure on the head of his fleshy 
rod was driving him half out of his mind with delight. He-found it easier to 
sink his cock into her in short, solid lunges, lunges that eventually buried 
him more deeply than if he had tried ramming it into her all at once. Her 
rounded ass-cheeks looked as if they had been touched with rouge, and his 
struggles to fit his cock into her ass-hole only made her ass-cheeks redden 
just that much more. 

The helpless blonde-haired maid pounded on the mattress of the bed with her 
two fists as the flaming knife continued forcing its way deeper and deeper 
into the tightness of her alimentary canal. It was as if she no longer had a 
voice left, she was so hoarse from having screamed for so long a period of 
time. It hurt! Oh God! It hurt so! It was pure agony, and her brain was 
screaming at her in the hope of getting the thick sausage-like organ out of 
her rear-end. Her entire body ached with the effort-the totally unavailing 
effort-of trying to force out the penis that continually probed and ravaged 
her distended rectal tunnel. 

Then there was a pause, and she began breathing again. The pain was still 
there, but at least she was able to take air into her lungs again. 

Lifting her head, she turned to look inquiringly at the man, hoping from the 
present lack of movement that it was all over. The sheik had not yet pulled 
out of her ass, this much she knew. God! She felt packed beyond belief in 
there. But while the pain was still there, it seemed to be dissipating, and 
in its place a new, strange, anticipatory sensation started taking over. 

The sheik slowly began his movement, sliding his infidel cock back a little, 
only to inch it inside again. Back and forth, back and forth, he moved the 
organ in the tightness of her rear passage, and little by little the elastic 
flesh began to yield. 

She realized, she was actually being fucked in the ass. The impossible was 
actually happening. His huge penis continued to massage hidden areas of 
formerly virgin flesh as if the organ were snuggling inside her. She as well 
aware of the heavy palpitations of her now-mildly glowing buttocks under the 
powering weight of the sheik's body. It was as if a hot coal had suddenly 
been ignited in the depths of her vagina, of all places. Was she losing her 
mind? Was it possible her body was actually responding to this horrible way 
the man was using her? 

The sheik fucked his expanding pecker all the more steadily into her, and as 
a result Peggy lifted her hips a little. She was almost instantly flattened 
into her stomach again by the man's next violent surge, which seemed to 
penetrate her even more thoroughly. She continued thrusting her glowing 
bottom upward over and over to meet every one of his driving plunges. 

"AAAAANNNNGGGGHHHHHH!" she began grunting as the massive cock continued 
smacking into her rear-end. The pain continued lessening, but the 
stimulation she was feeling was heightening. ' 'OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! 
HHHHUUUUNNNNHHHHHH!! ! " 

The man's body dripped perspiration all over her own lathered flesh as the 
two of them worked harder at reaching for that golden pinnacle. The lovely 
blonde was unable to understand herself. She was being used, not only in the 
dog-style position, but being fucked in the ass, of all places, and here she 
was beginning to actually enjoy it. The penis in her rear-end was now 
sliding in and out very freely. 

The man had mercilessly spanked her, then he had fingered her to orgasm, and 
now the friction of his penis reaming in and out of her back tunnel was so 
stimulating, she felt a roaring fire in the depths of her vagina, burning so 
harshly and hotly that she knew, incredible as it sounded, she was going to 
have another orgasm. She reached between her thighs with both hands as she 
continued slamming her buttocks upward, and she managed to catch the sheik's 
testicles. She began rubbing and massaging them, holding them tightly 
against the wet split of her ignited vagina. 

The sheik's movements began speeding up, and she sensed by the tight 
constriction afforded his throbbing hard cock by her ass-hole, that he was 
all set to unleash the substance of his balls inside her. His body weight 
pressed on her as he continued to frenziedly plunge in and out of her 
rectum. 

Peggy heard herself gasping and squealing in a mingling of anxiety, thrills, 
and delight as his frantic efforts sent pleasure sinking deeper and deeper 
into her rectal depths. 

The movement was incredible and without realizing it, she was having another 
orgasm, her body bouncing up and down, her teeth clamped tightly together. 
This was enhanced when the sheik wailed, "AAALLL AAAHHHUUU AAALLLLL 
AAAAHHHHAAAHHHHH!" and fired into her rectum, sending one hot load of 
boiling grease after another into her. 

The thick seminal fluid was very soothing to the beautiful blonde's inwardly 
lacerated flesh. For a brief moment she felt as if she were standing on 
tiptoe, flinging her hips upward, driving herself backward onto the thick 
stick still impaling her rear while she licentiously ground her pelvis 
against the bed. Zig-zag electricity charged through her shuddering flesh as 
she continued to writhe furiously, gasping, "AAAAANNNNHHHHH! OHHHHHHHH! 
HHHHHUNNNNHHHHH!" The convulsions tore through her pussy for the second time 
that night, even though they had originated in her rectum, and she was 
spurting vaginal oil all over the baseboard of the bed. Christ! It was a 
fantastic climax! 

She fell forward on the bed, pulling the man with her, for the moment 
totally exhausted. With the cessation of tactile sensibility in connection 
with her immense arousal, the pain in her rectum began to return, though it 
was not nearly as strong as it had been, earlier. It was more a simple 
soreness now, and the sheik's cock, still not fully subdued in spite of 
everything, remained locked inside her. She whimpered when the man started 
to withdraw in spite of her ass being well-lubricated by his spermatic 
deluge. 

With a final yank Sheik Isak pulled his deflating cock from the tightness of 
her ass. It came out with aloud, "whhooooosh!" 

"OUCH!" she gasped, as she rolled free and lay on her side, finally out from 
under the man's weight. She extended a hand behind her to explore her 
ravaged ass-hole. It felt wet and slippery, and very, very tender. 

Peggy was tired, but from the look in the eye of the sheik, this was only 
going to be the beginning. He smiled at her and said, "That was excellent, 
Miss. Now we shall see what other earthy delights your body has to offer." 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

"I sometimes like to amuse myself by listening to why a girl who lives in 
country where women are supposed to be the equal of men, chooses to behave 
like a harem slave," Sheik Isak said. 

He was still totally naked, as was Peggy, though the two of them had washed 
together in the bathroom before she had re-made his bed and the two of them 
were able to lie on it. 

"Money," Peggy said, very simply. "Money is the reason for everything in the 
world, but then you, of all people, should know that. Am I right?" 

"Ah, yes, money. Less than fifteen years ago, my little kingdom was a most 
impoverished place. Then we discovered pools of oil running underneath the 
ground, pools that one was only able to reach by drilling through my 
kingdom. They are deep pools, deeper than any of those in Arabia or Libya or 
Iran. So even though they are narrow, they hold more oil than all these 
other countries combined. So with this money I brought in teachers to 
educate me, and afterward, I had my people educated. Mine is the only Arab 
country, as you westerners like to call it, that has insisted every person 
living there have a full education. Now we use nomads from other countries 
to do all the menial work, while my people are building cities and learning 
to do things only the best-educated western people are able to do." 

"Well then, now know the importance of money. You also know that even if my 
country is a wealthy country, it doesn't mean that all the inhabitants are 
wealthy. Without going into politics, it's enough to say that much of the 
wealth is literally thrown away by the government, and in order to 
accumulate more wealth, the government goes on taxing us. As a result, we 
have to make more money to live on. I can't cook, I can't sew, I can't act, 
and I can't model. I hate working as a nurse, and being a maid is only a 
temporary thing with me. I intend to earn enough money so that I can also 
retire." 

"Ah, and here, in this country, men like myself are foolish enough to throw 
away money on girls like you." 

"You said, it, not I," she reminded him. 

"Do you mean that once you have enough money, you will leave this 
profession?" 

"You'd better believe it," she told him. 

"Just how much is enough?" 

"With inflation going the way it is, I'd say about a million dollars-after 
taxes would just about cover it. This way I can put the money in the bank 
and live on the interest for the rest of my life." 

"How much are taxes in this country?" 

"Well, the way an accountant once explained it to me, if I earn the money, 
the most that can be taxed away from me is fifty percent. If I accumulate 
the money by some other means, the most they can take is seventy percent." 

"This, which you do with me, this is earning money, yes?" 

"You'd better believe it," she replied. 

"Then if you were to earn two-million dollars, the most the government would 
be able to take away is half, and you would have your million." 

"You've got it, Peggy replied matter-of-factly. 

It will take you a very long time to earn such money," the sheik told her. 
"I'm well aware that most girls in this line of endeavor usually are paid 
one or two hundred dollars for their efforts, sometimes a bit more, yet I 
think you'll agree, the-likelihood of actually putting together enough 
money, should you stay in business even until you are in your late forties, 
is all but impossible." 

"I'm not like the other girls," Peggy told him quite frankly. "Oh I know 
there are quite a few who are facially prettier than I am. But I think 
enough of myself to make it clear that any man who wants me has to pay a 
goodly sum for it." 

"What constitutes a goodly sum?" the sheik asked. 

"You've already paid it." Peggy replied. 

He narrowed his eyes and looked at her, and said, "To another man, a hundred 
dollars is still a lot of money. To me, a million dollars is something 
earned in less than ten minutes. Therefore, a goodly sum, as you call it, 
would have to be different for me than for some other man." 

"What are you driving at?" Peggy asked. 

"I can move you much, much closer to your goals," he replied. "I have 
friends in Switzerland, where you can bank the money in a numbered account 
and not have to pay taxes on it." 

"Why should you do all this for me?" she asked eagerly. 

"I've taken a imagine to you," he explained to her. "If you are willing to 
do everything I say, including a quick trip to Switzerland to open that 
account, you'll be a lot closer to retiring when I finally leave this 
place." 

"I don't have a passport," she told him. "It would take too long to get 
one." 

The sheik reached for the telephone on the nightstand beside his bed, and he 
asked for the long distance, overseas operator. He then had Peggy listen in 
as he spoke in English to one of the many banks in Switzerland, inquiring 
what one had to do to open a numbered account without actually coming to 
Switzerland. The man on the other end of the phone gave full instructions, 
including the return of a signature card he would personally mail. However, 
if the account was to be started immediately, he would give whomever the 
account was for the account number right now, as long as some money was 
deposited. 

"Transfer a hundred-and-fifty thousand dollars from my account," the sheik 
said, after the man had recited a number which Peggy had written down and 
tucked away quietly in her shoe. 

"Shall I return what you initially gave me?" Peggy asked, when the sheik had 
finally finished talking on the phone. 

"By no means," he replied. "Cable the money to the bank as soon as you 
receive your signature cards and have returned them." 

"But why are you giving me so much money?" she asked. 

"I told you, I've taken a imagine to you. Besides, I want you to do 
everything I tell you to do, because if you do, there will be more money, 
yet. Remember, money to me, is like pebbles to you." 

"Just what is it you want me to do?" she asked. 

"I like to have photos taken of the two of us together. They'll remain in my 
personal file, and no one else will ever see them." 

"Fine," Peggy nodded. 

 CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

The photographer who finally came up to the room was one of the female 
photographers who worked in the hotel's elegant nightclub. Apparently she 
had done this before, because the moment she came into the room, she put 
down her camera and removed her own scanty garments. Her name was Cindy, and 
she was a brunette, about twenty-five, with a face somewhat prettier than 
Peggy's, but a body with less curves in it. 

Cindy proceeded to take a whole series of shots of Peggy stark naked, posing 
in many different ways, sometimes with the sheik fondling her, sometimes 
alone. By now, Sheik Isak's penis was stiffening again, and he ordered her 
to massage her vagina in front of him as that would arouse him all the more. 

Peggy smiled, then sat in the chair he had used earlier, only now it was 
facing toward the photographer, and she began rubbing her fingers between 
her vaginal lips, massaging her clitoris. All the while, the sheik watched 
her, his eyes glazing with lust again. She pushed a forefinger into her 
vagina, the first time she had ever done anything like that, and though it 
didn't feel as good as someone else's finger, it did feel good. She rubbed 
her vagina repeatedly, massaging and teasing it. Cindy continued snapping 
away. She had brought extra rolls of film, just in case. 

Standing, Peggy slowly walked over to the sheik and hugged him solidly 
against the heat of her own slender body, squashing her bare stomach firmly 
against the man's throbbing penis, rubbing herself back and forth and up and 
down in slow rotation to make sure his penis was as solid as possible. 
Rubbing against him as she did caused his balls to push into the lips of her 
cunt, making more aroused than ever. Peggy took the initiative now, knowing 
the sheik wanted this. She grabbed his hands and moved them around her 
waist, pressing them firmly on the plump cheeks of her rear-end. 

Cindy crouched down and continued shooting one erotic picture after another, 
filming the intimate close-up of the sheik's hands rubbing wildly over the 
ass globes he had beaten so soundly, earlier. He pinched and pulled and 
tugged at the firmness of her round flesh, shoving his probing fingers into 
the narrow crack between her firm mounds of luscious flesh. He pressed the 
tips of his fingers against the ass-hole he had only recently fucked, and 
then he tugged her cheeks as wide apart as possible, exposing her ass-hole 
to the camera's lens. 

Peggy was feeling more and more aroused. As a result found it difficult to 
stand. Slowly, she slid to the floor as Cindy moved around to get different 
angles, taking one series of shots after another. The sheik was now feeling 
as vividly aroused as Peggy, and he was kissing her throat, passionately. 

Knowing the man's penchant for wanting to subdue women, Peggy asked him in a 
solicitous voice to stand up, and she came up to her knees. Wrapping her 
arms around his body, she pressed her face against his belly, holding his 
hips to steady herself, and she began kissing his smooth flesh. Her breasts 
felt the hard poker of his cock rubbing against them, and the aroma of his 
masculinity was inflaming her beyond her wildest beliefs. 

The huge penis continued touching her as, without being told, Peggy lowered 
her head, kissing the man's upper thighs and then pressing her lips against 
his pelvis. He gripped her hair and tugged her head back a little, pushing 
her mouth a little lower. She parted her lips to admit the head of his 
throbbing cock, and she began slowly sucking it into the tightness of her 
mouth. She pulled at it, sucking it deeper and deeper, letting her tongue 
wind its way around the throbbing organ, nibbling very lightly on its juicy 
tan thickness. 

The two now began what seemed like a furious battle to gain control over 
Sheik Isak's next climax. The man wanted to delay his orgasm as long as 
possible, enjoying the pressure of her mouth, but wanting to feel the thrill 
of her cunt, as well. She, on the other hand, was on fire, and by poking his 
cock-head into her gullet, she found herself building toward another orgasm. 
Now she wanted to taste his sperm and swallow the thickness of it. She 
wanted to have the semen wash like a hot, bubbling fountain through her 
mouth, feeling it ooze between her teeth and run over her tongue. There was 
a slight twinging in his balls, and she knew if she bobbed her head a little 
faster she might be able to capture the man's orgasm. 

However her own climax suddenly hit her. It hit her very hard, and she 
gagged, "GGGLLLRRR-GGGHHHUUUCCCHHH AAAGGGHHHH!" 

Because she had stopped moving the penis back and forth in her throat, the 
sheik had managed to re-gain a modicum of control over himself. He strained 
to keep himself from firing into her gullet, and she, having had another 
powerful climax, felt a momentary lassitude. Peggy went limp as the man 
withdrew his stiff cock from her mouth. 

He sank to the floor, pulling her with him by holding onto her shoulders. 
She fell on top of him, then the two rolled over so that he lay on top of 
her. Their naked bodies rubbed up and down against one another, and Peggy, 
in spite of her oral orgasm, felt shuddering thrills trammel through her 
aching body. Peggy's hands held the man, quivering with lascivious 
excitement. He knew how to arouse the animal in her. 

The sight of the two of them rolling on the floor seemed to affect Cindy, 
the naked female photographer. It took all of her willpower to hold the 
camera steady as she continued snapping pictures. 

Peggy's wet pink tongue leaped from between her lips and pushed between the 
sheik's even white teeth, licking all around the inside of his mouth before 
clashing against his own lingual organ in a mingling breathlessness that 
overwhelmed the both of them. His hands, reaching down, had found the softly 
quivering mounds of her rounded buttocks and he squeezed the gluteal mounds, 
massaging and pulling on them. At the same time, Peggy slipped her hands 
between their bodies and ran her fingertips up and down the throbbing length 
of the man's dark-skinned cock, delighting as the tubular-shaped, hardened 
muscle jumped and twitched at her salacious caress. Peggy realized she was 
not only learning quickly, but was hurriedly adapting to the life of 
meretricious lust she had chosen for herself. 

She opened her eyes and found herself staring directly at the sheik, who was 
staring right back at her, the lustful hunger in his eyes so evident. Peggy 
smiled sweetly at the smooth dark-skinned sheik, kissing his lips as, with 
deliberate slowness, she began carefully caressing his throbbing penis with 
her two hands. She rolled it from one hand to the other, bringing the head 
closer and closer to the throbbing slit of her widely gaping pink vagina. 
Her thighs opened even more, waiting to be filled with the lengthy rigidity 
of the man's throbbing organ. He had fucked her ass, he had fucked her 
mouth, and now she wanted to feel his cock in her tight cunt. 

Cindy, realizing what was happening, began circling the couple on the floor, 
moving behind them and lying down herself and snap pictures of what was 
happening between their thighs at the moment Peggy started drawing the man's 
inflamed organ to the softness of her vaginal opening, her gaping cunt lips 
looking like an eager mouth all set to start sucking. 

The tip of the sheik's throbbing phallus pushed between the curly hairs on 
her fleecy mount, then moved down to the tender coral opening between her 
thighs. The rounded knob slowly slipped between her softly sucking cunt 
lips, a widely willing opening as the glans stretched it. Peggy's groping 
fingers continued guiding the fleshy instrument, bringing it safely to its 
target. The head of the penis was safely buried inside her when the two of 
them paused and kissed longingly for a moment, the camera clicking away, 
recording everything for the sheik's private photo collection. 

Peggy wanted to feel him force his phallus all the more deeply into her, and 
she wriggled and squirmed, aching to feel him fill her up, but he refused to 
be hurried. He kept the head of his penis poised just outside her vaginal 
depths, the corona barely exposed as her sucking cunt lips tried anxiously 
to tug him into her. 

No longer able to stand all this, the lovely blonde gasped,-GIVE IT TO ME, 
GIVE IT ALL TO ME. I HAVE TO FEEL IT INSIDE ME!" 

"But of course, lovely lady," the sheik assured her. 

"FUCK ME, YOUR ROYAL HIGHNESS! FUCK ME LONG, FUCK ME HARD, AND FUCK ME DEEP! 
PLEASE, OH PLEASE, FUCK ME AS HARD AS YOU CAN! DON'T MAKE ME WAIT ANY 
LONGER! I NEED IT! YOU KNOW THAT!" 

He balanced on his knees between her thighs, his hands tightly gripping her 
shoulders, wriggling a little to the left and a little to the right, making 
certain his penis was in position. Then he lunged forward, running the 
fullness of his throbbing penis into the tight depths of the beautiful 
woman's throbbing pussy. The lovely female raised her buttocks from the 
floor to receive as fully as possible every last little bit of his thrusting 
hardness. She clamped her muscles tightly around the organ, her cunt more 
tight to fit into than usual, sucking on the relentlessly pushing length of 
him as he rammed into her vaginal tightness. He pushed until he had the full 
length of himself inside her. Peggy had been fucked by longer cocks and 
thicker cocks, but she had to admit this man certainly knew how to make his 
own cock extremely desirable. 

With the spike-shaped organ driven into her teeming pussy as far as was 
humanly possible, Peggy was aware of his heavy growth of pubic hair rubbing 
against the tender lips and the lint-covered mound of her own pubis. The 
sheik began violently rubbing his hard cock around and around inside her in 
circular movements in hard, rhythmic jerks. This made Peggy moan with 
delighted pleasure as his solid phallic stiffness massaged the wet walls of 
her interior again and again. 

By this time it was all but impossible for Cindy to get any really good 
pictures she hadn't already gotten. The bodies of the couple on the floor 
were squashed tightly together. So she put her camera down and then lay down 
on the floor herself, moving very close to the lewdly fucking couple, her 
fingers pressed her own thighs, exploring the interesting recesses of her 
own burning vagina. 

The sheik continued to pound the full length of his hard cock in and out of 
the tightness of Peggy's sucking cunt. He moved his organ slowly at first, 
then with ever-increasing speed, until the full length of his organ was 
slamming into the lovely blonde at such a violently furious rate the gasping 
girl's head was spinning and her senses continually reeled. He paused more 
than once, waiting a few brief, agonizing seconds, realizing he was too 
close to orgasm, himself. Though he had already made the woman climax, he 
would not be content until it happened all over again. The instant he had 
control over himself again, he returned to fucking her tight cunt with 
renewed vitality. 

Cindy, whose own lust had been vibrantly aroused while taking pictures of 
all that had taken place, decided it was time for her to become a more 
active participant. With soft moans of desire she got to her feet, reached 
down, and seized Peggy's twitching legs by the ankles. She tugged on them 
firmly, yanking the slender legs back and forth, rubbing the sole of Peggy's 
right foot into the heated gash of her own aching pussy. 

The sheik smiled, clearly understanding how all this was affecting Cindy. 
After all, he had used her to take photos before, and the reasons for 
requesting her now were both, her discretion and her ability to join in. He 
stopped fucking Peggy for a moment, raised himself as best he was able from 
the floor by propping up his body on his two hands and stiffening his arms. 
He lay perfectly still with the full length of his pulsing organ still 
buried in the tightness of Peggy's bubbling vagina. 

Cindy, seeing the sheik poised on stiffened arms and on his toes as well, 
took her cue, as she began pushing and pulling Peggy's legs, moving the 
latter's cunt back and forth along the monorail of the sheik's thrusting 
penis. Peggy, who had never done anything like this before, was a little 
perplexed by it all in the beginning, but she swiftly learned to relax, and 
it appeared the two females were soon engaged in a violent tug-of-war with 
Peggy clamping her hands tightly around the sheik's neck while Cindy 
pretended to try pulling her away. 

This rough, back-and-forth movement was all Peggy needed to stimulate her 
vaginal interior, and suddenly she was violently climaxing, her hot oils 
spurting out around the embedded phallus, bathing his balls and her thighs 
completely, lubricating his hard cock all the more as she shrieked, 
"EEEEIIIIAAAAGGGGHHHHAAAAGGGG-HHHHAAAAIIIIGGGGHHHH!" 

As the girl shrieked out her satisfaction, Sheik 

Isak slid his moving hands beneath Peggy's buttocks and squeezed them all 
the more intently. He suddenly hurled himself forward on her, grabbing her 
breasts, thumbing her pink nipples until they turned on a bright-red and 
looked like blisters ready to break open. He crushed her breasts all the 
more solidly, making the round paps stand up and quiver. 

At the same time Peggy brought her arms down from the sheik's neck and moved 
her hands around to his front, feeling across his almost-hairless chest to 
his tiny masculine nipples, wishing him to feel the wonderful mixture of 
pleasure and pain he was causing her. She began manipulating them in 
precisely the same way he was fondling her own nipples, pinching them almost 
mercilessly in an attempt to make the little nubbins stretch. Her 
fingernails dug into his tiny male areolae, and she found herself aching to 
pull more and more of him into her even though she had climaxed. 

The sheik was unable to restrain himself any longer. The lovely young blonde 
was driving him closer and closer to the point of orgasm, continuing with 
her unrelenting and passionate caresses. With a low moan, he let the 
long-delayed orgasm finally come roaring out of him, bursting through his 
shaking body, emptying what little he hadn't poured into her rectum into her 
tight twat. 

"AAAALLLL AAAAHHHHHUUUUAAAA-LLLLAAAAHHHHHH!" he bellowed, emptying the last 
droplets into Peggy's straining vagina, thrusting the rapidly shrinking 
organ as far into her as possible, not wanting to pull out. 

Finally it was ended. The sheik directed her to go to the bathroom and wash 
herself out. She did so. When she returned, he was in bed with Cindy, almost 
asleep. He looked at her through hazy eyes, and said, "You have earned a 
great reward, tonight. But there is more to be earned. Dress, then go into 
the suite across the hall, and see if you can please my sons as you have 
pleased me." 

 CHAPTER FIFTEEN 

The suite into which Peggy let herself was empty. But she knew it belonged 
to the sheik's two sons, Yussef and Haroun. It was obvious they weren't 
there, and Peggy assumed they were gambling. Remembering how the sheik 
wanted her undressed and waiting, she stripped off her maid's uniform, and 
lay down on top of the nearest bed. In almost no time, she was asleep. 

Haroun, the sheik's oldest son, was the first to return to the suite, and he 
saw the door from the sitting room to the bedroom wide open. Curious but 
cautious, he moved toward the room, in case there might be a hidden assassin 
lurking there. When he turned on the bedroom light, he was surprised to see 
the lovely young blonde lying there, fast asleep. 

A quick search of the room revealed she was alone, and he realized this was 
his father's way of letting him know here was some action. After all, he had 
been to Las Vegas with his father before, just as he had gone to Monte 
Carlo. Ah, but there was no place like Las Vegas, though next year they did 
plan to go to Atlantic City. 

The blonde fast asleep on the bed looked like a love goddess, and as 
Haroun's eyes wandered up and down her lovely tanned body, focusing on the 
tender flesh between her thighs, he licked his lips. He then proceeded to 
hurriedly undress, exposing an organ much longer and thicker than that which 
his father possessed. 

He stood for a moment above the sleeping naked woman, feeling the turgidity 
in his pulsing cock. He had to admit the throbbing felt good, and the lovely 
golden-haired, tanned lady on the bed looked so deliciously inviting. 

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he hungrily took in the magnificence of the 
beautiful woman's full, rounded breasts, seeing their smooth, blue-veined 
surfaces. Reaching out, he moved his hands lovingly over them, tweaking her 
nipples very gently, feeling them harden mechanically under his caress. The 
blonde shifted slightly under him, moaning softly as if aware of his 
presence, but not yet awake. From the maid's uniform he saw draped on the 
dresser, he realized she had more than one kind of job in this hotel. Leave 
it to his father not to find an out-and-out American whore. 

"Craig!" she was murmuring in her half-sleep. "Craig! I must be crazy, but I 
think I'm falling in love with you. Tell me you want me, that you love me. 
I'll stop this, I'll do whatever you say. Just say you love me!" 

His hands continued rubbing the full mounds of her breasts, and she writhed 
under Haroun's touch. One of his hands dipped into the softness of the 
fleshy folds of her golden-tufted pussy, below. 

"OOOOOOOHHHHH ... YESSSSS ... UUUUHHHHH ... YOU DO LOVE ME," she gasped, her 
nakedly tingling body very much alert at the moment to the magical caresses 
Haroun's fingers were working on her. 

Her flesh, which had cooled in the air-conditioned room, was once again 
being worked into a state of heat. Every part of her tantalizing nakedness 
became aching sensitive. Moisture was already forming between her thighs, as 
the defenseless, hair-lined labia of her shuddering pussy began a slow, 
automatic, spasmodic contracting, throbbing delicately against each other, 
waiting for more touching. 

Peggy was indeed dreaming about the short hotel detective, and she was 
trying to force herself to wake up, thinking Craig was the one with her. All 
she did see was the shadowy form of a man crouching between her helplessly 
spread thighs. The palms of his hands were pushing against her tender inner 
softness, holding her loins apart. Between them, her pussy, already 
well-fucked once this evening, ached and throbbed to once again be filled. 

Haroun lowered his totally naked body to the opening between her legs and 
inhaled the rich inner natural fragrance of her. Then he let his tongue lick 
out, planting a series of wet, tingling lashes along the quivering wet edges 
of her desire-ridden vagina. 

The oldest son of Sheik Isak Ibn Sasson pressed his lips all the more firmly 
against the blonde's tight pussy, feeling her soft, wet pubic hair brushing 
tantalizingly against his cheeks. He loved the taste of her and continued. 

Peggy's elbows were pressed tightly into her sides, and her head lolled 
helplessly this way and that as her own hands moved over her sensuously 
throbbing nipples, then sliding further down, rubbing across the flat of her 
belly. Finally they came to rest on her inner thighs, on either side of 
Haroun's mouth. Arching herself upward a little, she pushed her fingers 
forward and spread the tantalizing pinkness of her hair-surrounded cunt 
lips, exposing the soaking wet inner furrow all the more completely to the 
man's hungrily sucking mouth. 

He licked the clitoris, then his searing flipping tongue worked its sensuous 
way up and down the full length of the narrowly wet vaginal slit, moving in 
a circle, around and around and around. Once again the tongue pressed 
against her clitoris, and it paused there for a moment, then continued on 
down to the deep crevice of her flexing buttocks, then moved back up again. 
Peggy's hips were grinding uncontrollably up and down on the mattress, her 
lips parted to allow the soft, kitten-like sighs to escape from between 
passion-gritted teeth. 

Haroun rounded his lips to match the oval of her vaginal opening, thrilling 
to the constant clasping and opening of her cunt beneath his tongue. He 
thrust his oral digit all the way into her, bringing a low, guttural moan 
from the lovely young woman beneath him. Her soft, tender thighs closed 
automatically around his lasciviously moving head as he felt the wet flesh 
of her simmering cunt slip tightly around the extension of his driving 
tongue. The inner walls seemed to open and close with her breathing as if to 
answer the sucking motion, as though they were attempting to pull him 
deeper. 

Peggy's heels pushed against Haroun's naked back, her clamping thighs 
drawing him into the tautly drawn, wet trap of her sucking vagina, making it 
difficult for him to breathe. His nose pushed against the penis like 
stiffness of her clitoral bud as he inhaled the rich pungence of her hotly 
flowing vaginal mosture. His throbbing cock was so stiff he was afraid it 
would start shooting all over the bedcovers. He had to fuck the woman, and 
he had to do it, now. 

"UUUUUUUNNNHHH ... AAANN-NHHHH!" the lovely Peggy moaned beneath him. 

Abruptly, he grabbed her flailing legs beneath her knees and lifted them 
until they were over his shoulders as he moved forward. The swollen mass of 
his lust-hardened penis brushed against the sodden surface of her pubic 
hairs. like his father, he liked to thrust hard and straight, and like his 
father, he grabbed her shoulders for leverage as she locked her ankles 
behind his neck. Now the plane of her beautiful cunt was presented in its 
totality to him. 

In a semi-stupor Peggy still thought she saw Craig hovering above her, and 
thinking it was him was what made her feel such utter bliss. She was aware 
of the massivity of the man's fleshy stiffness lying full length along her 
open pink slot. The twitching head of the desire-bloated phallus rubbed up 
and down, teasing her seething vaginal slash, making her twist her hips in 
an effort for her vaginal lips to grab the penis and start sucking on it. 
Her hungrily yearning vagina searched desperately for the blood-bloated tip. 
She was on fire and had to have the cock at any cost. 

Suddenly, feeling blind panic at the thought he might pull away, she reached 
with her right hand beneath her quaking ass-cheeks and gripped his rigid 
tool. Her tight fist closed about it as if attempting to strangle it into 
submission. It finally came to her this wasn't Craig, after all. As big as 
the cock was, and as thick as it was, it still lacked a little of the 
immensity of the short man's, yet she held the head firmly in place against 
her tender vaginal lips. 

"Who are you?" she asked, opening her eyes. 

"Haroun Ben Isak," was his reply. 

"WELL HAROUN, YOU STARTED IT, FINISH IT! FUCK ME HARD!" 

"The lovely lady's wish is my command!" Haroun nodded. 

Lying spread-eagled on the bed, Peggy felt the soft lips of her cunt being 
pushed open. The elastic-rimmed tightness resisted only for an instant, then 
gave way before the hard-driving pleasure. She groaned as thrills charged 
through her. God! The cock was so hard! 

He shoved it even deeper into her, and she emitted a loud groan of desire. 
Then he rammed the rest of his organ into her, all the way to the hilt, and 
his lust-bloated balls banged tightly against her cringing brown anal 
pucker. She screwed herself upward to meet his down-driving thrust, her legs 
suddenly unwinding from around his neck and jerking wide apart. 

"Y-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-SSSSSSSS!" Peggy gasped, writhing, almost bucking him out 
of her she hit herself against him with such force. 

But Haroun held her down and began pumping wildly into her, in and out, in 
and out, the lustfully surging cock making deeper and deeper inroads into 
the tightness of her squeezing pussy. The walls of her cunt continued 
tightening around the throbbing organ, and she was able to feel every fleshy 
ridge and sensation as the hard rubber-like tip bounced off the rear wall of 
her vagina again and again. 

"OOOOOOOOHHHHHH!" Haroun grunted passionately. 

"More! More! More!" Peggy begged. 

Haroun didn't waste his breath trying to formulate a reply. He was aware of 
the way her cunt was slowly melting like hot wax around his thrusting pole, 
and he continued slamming it into her. The wet walls of her clasping vagina 
replied to his thrusting throbs with soft opening and closing motions of her 
own. 

Peggy had to admit that she found love added spice to sex. When she had 
thought the man on her was Craig, she had thrilled so much more to what was 
happening. But when the man finally revealed who he was, through something 
went out inside her, she didn't feel less physical desire. The flaming 
contact of his driving cock inside her shuddering cunt caused the beating 
hardness of the organ to swell even more and fill her cunt to capacity. 
Desire rippled through her pink-lipped pussy, and Peggy had to admit, she 
was finally not the least big sorry she had chosen this as her profession. 
Fucking was wonderful! There was nothing in the whole wide world to compare 
to it! To think, she was actually earning money this way. She found herself 
concentrating mentally on everything taking place, all her body and all her 
soul moving with the thrusts of his driving penis. 

The oldest son of Sheik Isak Ibn Sasson pounded his pecker all the more into 
Peggy, realizing she was straining to come. Deep inside her he felt her 
sodden sluicing cuntal walls tightly contracting and then distending. She 
bucked herself against him as he buried himself all the more deeply inside 
her. then, with a deep-throated cry she began to vibrate uncontrollably, wet 
oiliness flowing freely from her throbbing vaginal passageway, drowning his 
impaling rod with its all-too-sticky warmth and trickling into the narrow 
crevice between her upturned ass-cheeks. 

"Yesssss, woman, yesss, you are there, you are there!" Haroun gasped, going 
berserk as he continued slamming himself into her. 

"YYYEEE AAAGGGHHH AAANNNGGGH-HHHAAAGGGHHHAAAUUUWWWAAAIII-YYY AAAGGGHHH 
AAAGGGHHHHH!" she shrieked. 

He reached up, grabbed both her ankles which had once again twined 
themselves around his neck, and he pulled them apart. He spread her thighs 
wide apart, so far apart, in fact, that she was afraid he might rip her in 
two like a wishbone as he shoved her knees behind her shoulders. The 
widespread split between her trembling thighs weren't able to get wide 
enough, it seemed, and she yearned for more ... more ... more, wanting his 
insane fucking to go on forever. 

"HHHAAAYYYAAALLLAAAHHHUUUA-AAKBBBAAARRR ... GGGHHHAAANNNG-GGHHH ... 
AAAIIIYYYAAAGGGHHH!" Haroun bellowed, and he began firing his seed into the 
depths of her vagina, filling her with sperm. Flood after flood rumbled into 
her like water from Niagara Falls, and she bucked her body up to meet his 
spurting penis. It seemed the more cock she had, the more she needed. Even 
now she felt herself totally unsatisfied. 

Unfortunately, Haroun had given her all he had for the moment. He was quick 
to recover, but he still would need some time. But Peggy wanted and needed 
more cock, and Haroun's limp organ was failing. Little by little the 
throbbing organ slimmed down and softened, and then it finally pulled itself 
out of the tightness of her sucking vagina. 

"You must wait a little while," Haroun explained to her. "Then I will be 
hard again, and we will be able to pick up where we left off." 

"NO!" Peggy gasped. "I NEED MORE, NOW! RIGHT NOW, DAMN YOU! DO SOMETHING, 
ANYTHING, ANYTHING AT ALL, BUT START FINDING A WAY TO FUCK ME!" 

 CHAPTER SIXTEEN 

Her body was aflame with the lust crazed need for more sexual satisfaction, 
and she rolled from side to side as Haroun lay on top of her. Relentless 
sparks of continuing desire filled her straining womb. 

Then Haroun was being pulled off her. Someone else was replacing him. It was 
Yussef, Sheik Isak's second son. Where Haroun was as dark and as swarthy as 
his father, Yussef had light-brown hair, which meant he had a different 
mother from 

Haroun. Too, his hair was more kinky, and he seemingly had a more 
bland-looking face. 

"Brother, when it comes to the ladies, you should give way to your betters," 
Yussef laughed. 

He had undressed when he had walked into the room, and now totally naked, he 
was mounting Peggy. 

"HURRY ... HURRY!" she urged eagerly. 

"Now I will show you how to really treat a woman," Yussef bragged. 

"This one is a veritable demon," Haroun told him. "You'll see!" 

Not caring that his brother was watching, Yussef was intent on exploring the 
upper reaches of the vagina flowing before him. The waiting plane of her 
pussy was presented to him in sacrifice as she cried out to him, "FUCK ME, 
DAMN YOU, AND STOP TALKING!" 

Yussef needed no further offer. His slender, muscular body fell on that of 
the beautiful blonde, his chest ramming itself against the fullness of her 
lovely breasts. His lust-maddened pole seemed to have sight in its single 
eye as it guided itself into the narrow structure of her vagina, pushing the 
wetly resisting, accordioning walls before it in waves of thrills as she 
realized the younger brother was even more stoutly built. 

Beneath him, Peggy gasped aloud with thrills. The wonderful satisfying 
thickness made her thrill uncontrollably. 

The aching walls of her thrilled vagina clasped themselves hungrily, 
greedily around the fleshy cudgel as Yussef's weighty balls smacked 
decisively against the wetness of her nether split. Feeling thrilled relief, 
Peggy began groaning again, tossing her body wildly from side to side 
beneath the younger brother, completely reveling in the total filling of her 
narrow, cock-stretched passageway. The youth began driving harder, making 
his prominent organ expand in the tightness of her sucking vagina. The 
lovely blonde's lips were open in ecstasy, and the feeling for which she was 
reaching wasn't that long in coming. Each time she came seemed to be a 
prelude to a step up to a bigger, better orgasm, and now it was happening 
all over again. The younger brother's driving cock continued hammering into 
her with violent thrusts, moving with the power and speed of a steamdrill. 

"EEEYYYAAAIIIGGGHHHAAANNNGGG-HHHUUUGGGHHHAAAIIIYYYAAAIIIYYY-AAAGGGHHHAAAUUUWWWAAARRRGG-GHHHUUUNNNGGGHHHAAAWWWAAAG-GGHHHHH!"
 

"YES! YES! YES!" the man urged. 

"HARDERRRR.. .HARDERRRR HARDERRRRRRRRR..." she yelled at Yussef. "FUCK ME 
HAAARRRDERRRRRR..." 

She was pleading with the sheik's younger son in a voice filled with 
throbbing passion. It was a never-ending feeling of delight. 

As she released another heavy flood of violently passionate juices, she was 
aware of something pressing against her lips, something initially soft and 
giving, and then slowly hardening until it was unyielding. A familiar taste 
entered her mouth as it was suddenly forced open by Haroun's resurgent 
penis. He jammed it as far into her open mouth as possible, and he began 
running it strongly in and out, in and out, speeding his newly recovered 
instrument into the far reaches of her tight gullet. 

Peggy sucked strongly, pulling the thick prick as far in as possible, 
realizing the two penises working in her at once were bringing her to yet 
another conclusion. This one she endured silently, thrilling every moment of 
the time, feeling wild tinglings throughout her entire body, making her feel 
as if she were jetting skyward. Her lips were stretched and her jaws were 
bloated around the continually driving length of Haroun's massive phallic 
truncheon. The hopelessly filled inner passage of her flooded vagina seemed 
to fairly seethe as it continued churning unceasingly against the younger 
brother's relentlessly fucking penis. 

Lust burned more and more brightly in Peggy, and she realized as long as she 
continued to fuck without actually loving the man she fucked, no quantity of 
orgasms would seem satisfactory. On the contrary, the more she had, the more 
she would need in her quest for love. Yet, there was no denying how much she 
was enjoying at all, and she sucked and pulled, aware of the hardened length 
of tan cock in her mouth getting even thicker and harder. 

Haroun pulled his cock from her mouth only for her to recapture it, and so 
he thrust right into her throat, bloating her cheeks as her tongue rode all 
over the throbbing instrument. All the while, Yussef continued riding her 
like a stallion pounding a mare-in-heat. 

"I think," Yussef gasped, "we should sandwich her between us, brother. She 
would really love that." 

Haroun's face suddenly flushed with excitement. Yes, he liked the idea. 
After all, his brother's cock in her cunt would make the girl's ass-hole 
that much tighter, and it would fit that much more snugly around his hard 
cock. 

"You are right, brother," he smiled. "It is only fitting we give this 
golden-haired erotic angel our best." 

Peggy strained against Yussef as he wrapped his arms around her, then 
wrapped his legs around her legs from the inside. He thrust his thick, 
lengthy pole all the way into her, then rotated over so that he was the one 
on the bottom and she was seated on top. That his brother's sperm came 
pouring out all over his groin didn't bother Yussef in the least. 

"Spread your ass cheeks!" Haroun ordered. 

Gasping, throwing her weight on Yussef, straining her breasts into his 
chest, she reached behind her and pulled her ass-cheeks wide apart, exposing 
the hot little button of her anus, an anus that had already been penetrated 
once tonight, though by a smaller, thinner penis, and when there was nothing 
in her vagina. 

"She has a tight one," Haroun said to his brother. "I'm going to love 
fucking this ass-hole." 

Haroun climbed on top of the couple on the bed, and slowly but surely be 
began pushing his throbbing organ into the narrow tightness of her rear-end. 
He pushed hard, and the hard head of his cock opened the little pucker. 
Peggy began squealing, determined to accommodate both penises at once as her 
loins continued spiraling. 

'GHHHAAANNNGGGHHH!" she gasped, realizing the thick penis pushing into what 
was now an even narrower passageway than his father had entered earlier was 
hurting her. 

Nevertheless, she was determined to accept it. Discomfort filled her rectum 
as he sank deeper, and then the rear-end slowly opened wider, wider, wider, 
stretching, even with the pressure of the penis in her vagina trying to 
force it to remain narrow. In, in, in, the thick cock sank in her ass, and 
she felt the two penises rubbing against one another inside her, with only a 
thin membrane of flesh to separate them. 

"YESSSSSS ... YESSSSSS ... YESSSSSS!" Peggy hissed, clinging tightly to the 
brother lying beneath her, her hungry mouth seeking out and finding his ass 
she wrapped her arms tightly around finding his ass as she wrapped her arms 
tightly around him, one leg beneath his driving hips, the other spread wide 
above them. She was suddenly feeling wide open all over, and though she 
wasn't in love with either of the men fucking her, she had to admit, fucking 
with two men was better than fucking God! She was being fucked in a way she 
was certain her mother had never been fucked, and at the moment she pitied 
the woman for this was an experience she wouldn't have missed for all the 
world. 

Desire for physical contact became stronger and stronger in her quivering 
body, and thrills were rampantly charged through her. A pounding desire 
continued to build to higher and higher heights as she felt rapture charge 
its way through her quivering form. This being sandwiched between two men 
was the most delightful purely physical thrill she had felt, yet. She kissed 
the man beneath her while the one above her sprawled full length on her and 
was kissing the nape of her neck as he and his brother continued moving 
their cocks in and out of her tight cunt and ass-hole. Her pubic curls 
intertwined with those of the brown-haired brother beneath her, while her 
tight ass-hole was scrubbed again and again by the black pelt on the pelvis 
of the darker-haired brother. What had been a frightened, albeit determined 
girl who had come to Las Vegas seeking her fortune, was now a knowledgeable 
woman in the process of making that fortune. 

Her inner vagina flared wide open and the sweetly resisting lips of her 
tight-walled, sucking vagina inwardly flowered open to receive the voluntary 
plunging of her coral, wet, sucking feminine bog. At the same time, behind 
her, her rounded ass-cheeks quivered endlessly, the long, narrow channel of 
her rectum widely expanded and crushing joyfully around the tubular length 
of hardness thrust into it as Haroun continued fucking into her again and 
again, driving his seemingly tireless cock into her over and over. 

"OHHHHHHHH ... YESSSSSS ... THAT FEELS GOOD!" she gasped excitedly. 

The bedsprings, no longer able to withstand the beating they were taking and 
remain silent, began creaking as the lovely blonde continued squirming 
between the two men. The sounds of the trio's grunts, groans, and gasps 
filled the room again and again, and only the hidden, watchful eyes of the 
bodyguards saw what was happening, just as bodyguards had seen Peggy with 
the sheik, earlier. The wet, smacking sounds of their sweat-covered flesh 
hitting against one another as the mingled scents of their sexes flooded 
their olfactory senses. 

"This is one with the tightness of a gnat," Yussef grunted from below, 
digging his feet flatly into the bed and hurling his body upward so his 
stake was able to continue penetrating her sucking vaginal vent. 

"I agree, brother," Haroun told him. "Wait until you try back here. Then you 
will know what tightness means." 

As far as Yussef was concerned, the blonde's cunt was more than enough for 
him. He was aware of the burning white-hot sperm bubbling in his balls as he 
continued fucking ceaselessly into her. He was aware of the sliding motion 
of his brother's pulsating prong as it rubbed against his own deep inside 
the slippery smoothness of her vagina, and it added to his feeling of 
delight. 

Yussef was all set to explode. Wildly, he shoved his tongue into the 
hungering mouth of the beautiful blonde lady above him, and he somehow 
managed to push his hand between them and force her up on her knees so he 
was able to squeeze the round fullness of her breasts as he continued 
fucking her. His hotly leaking penis continued ramming its full length into 
the narrow tightness of her madly heated vagina. 

Peggy thought her intestines would tear apart she was feeling so much 
overwhelming delight. The two penises moved in tandem, one in, while the 
other backed out. Then the other went in, while the one backed out. They 
maintained a perfect rhythm, and she felt thrilled by it all. Four hands 
traversed her burning body, wandering all over her, making her tingle and 
shudder with more delight than she had ever known. A finger, and she didn't 
know whose, was rubbing against her clitoris, and the other fingers were 
pulling at her nipples, while a hand slapped her rump. Her body gyrated from 
side to side, enhancing the sensations being felt by the others as well as 
herself, but in doing so, the building orgasm in her seemd to recede. It was 
better to let the men do the work. 

She finally contented herself with remaining poised precariously on her 
palms and knees, her lips still kissing those of Yussef while Haroun 
continued nibbling at the nape of her neck. She finally lowered herself to 
one forearm, using her other hand to reach between herself and Yussef, and 
feel two pairs of balls at once. She ran her fingertips over their scrotums 
and squeezed their testicles lightly, enjoying the knowledge that she was 
arousing them as much as the fact that they were once more building lust 
higher and higher in her own shuddering body. 

"FILL ME ... HHHUUUNNNHHH ... FILL ME ... FILL ME FULL!" she cried out, 
groaning incoherently around the tongue pushed all the way into the depths 
of her sucking mouth. 

The two brothers clamped their mouths on her, one on her throat, the other 
on her mouth, and if they did bellow, it was lost to her as, simultaneously, 
buried in what seemed like an endless melee of arms and legs and bellies, 
she was aware of the two mastodonic phalluses pouring their offerings into 
her. The quantity firing into her vagina was far heavier than that shooting 
into her rectum, but that was because the penis in her rectum had already 
fired into her vagina, once. She thrilled to the sensation of the two 
streams of white-hot male liquid shooting into the twin tunnels of her 
straining body like burning fire. The fluid sloshed around inside her 
tightly dilated vagina and rectum like streams of lava that had come from 
two volcanoes. 

Peggy finally answered the two of them herself, by erupting one last time, 
having a dual orgasm, one in her rectum and one in her vagina. By now, she 
was well aware that anything was possible, so she wasn't the least bit 
surprised at feeling the twin orgasms. 

Her anal passage contracted violently in continual climaxing spasms, setting 
off an uncontrolled, violent orgasm in the depths of her cock-filled cunt, 
and her inner passageways milked thirstily around the two penile organs, 
sucking them mercilessly dry. The men were fast losing their strength now, 
and Peggy sensed it. 

Finally, Haroun pulled out of her rectum and rolled over on the wide bed. 
She, herself, pulled away from Yussef. She noticed the younger brother, in 
spite of being drained, felt himself capable of having at least one more 
go-round with her, while Haroun went to the other bed and fell asleep. 

Peggy went and washed all the sperm out of her while Yussef regained his 
strength. It took him a little longer than he expected, and what finally 
happened was, Peggy had to do the work, sitting on his cock, riding up and 
down until the man came. He instantly fell asleep after that, so she got up, 
covered him, then once more cleaned herself out. Silently getting dressed, 
she left the two brothers and went to her own room, feeling so oddly alone. 
Undressing, she crawled between the sheets of her bed, and finally fell 
asleep. 

 CHAPTER SEVENTEEN 

Peggy overslept the following day. As a result, she hurriedly dressed when 
she did awake, not taking time for her morning shower. She began rushing 
through the rooms, cleaning them quickly, efficiently, and turning down what 
seemed like a surprisingly heavy quantity of propositions. True, she 
wouldn't have accepted any without Craig's okay, but she was surprised at 
how many men seemed to want her. 

At first she wondered if it was because they had discovered what had gone on 
between her, the sheik, and his sons. Later, she learned the hotel was 
entering one of its busier seasons, and as a result, it was almost totally 
booked. It seemed that every guest in the place, male and female alike, 
seemed to think every woman who worked there simply put out for the asking. 
Certainly that was the case with some of the other chambermaids, but Peggy 
knew better. The police department was still out to get her, and any one of 
the guests might be a ringer. Besides, with the 
two-hundred-and-fifty-thousand dollars she had received from Sheik Isak Iben 
Sasson, and she intended putting the last hundred-thousand in her new, 
numbered Swiss bank account as soon as possible, she felt a sense of 
independence. If she never earned anything other than living money for the 
rest of her life, by the time she was fifty, that quarter of a million would 
have grown to more than two-million. 

She was surprised, later in the day, when she received a summons from the 
sheik's suite. She was told to go immediately, and she was worried that she 
hadn't had an opportunity to clean herself. However, the sheik hadn't called 
her in for sexual reasons. 

"What can I do for you, your highness?" she asked, when they were alone. 

"You've already done it," he told her. "From the reports of my sons' 
bodyguards, you made my sons very happy last night, and I feel obligated to 
reward you some more." 

"You've been more than generous," she replied with a happy smile on her 
face. 

"To you, who have so little, yes. To me, who has so much, no. Therefore, I 
have sent the sum of one-hundred-and-fifty-thousand dollars to Switzerland, 
to be added to your bank account. 

Peggy was stunned. In less than a month she had earned so much money with 
her body. 

The sheik gave her the check and ushered her out of his suite. Outside, 
Craig Garner was waiting. 

"Well," he said, "from the look on your face, it seems your dreams have 
already come true." 

"Uh huh!" she nodded. "Craig, I'm quitting this job. I'm leaving Las Vegas. 
I'd like you to leave with me, too." 

"Where to?" he asked. 

"Where would you like to go?" she inquired. 

"Are you proposing to me?" he asked. 

"I'll never find a better man." 

"Hey, are you serious?" 

"Very." 

"It'll mean you'll never be able to allow yourself to be touched by another 
man. I mean, once you belong to me and I belong to you, we're exclusive 
property." 

"I'm all for that," she agreed her eyes reflecting her love. 

"Another thing. I don't know how much money the sheik gave you, and I don't 
care. That's your money. You do with it as you please, except you don't give 
it to me." 

"If you say so," she agreed. 

"I say so," he told her. "I've accumulated plenty of loot working here. I 
have enough for a down payment on a horse ranch in Arizona. That's what I've 
always wanted, to have race horses. Think you can live with me in Arizona?" 

"If you'll allow me one or two trips abroad every year." 

"Uh huh! Yeah, I can understand that. But no playing footsies with any men 
while you're away from me." 

"I think you're all the man I'd ever want," she insisted. 

"Well one thing's for sure, and that is, you're the only female I've always 
wanted. Come on, Peggy, let's get out of here." 


THE END
