A Wanton Woman

by Thomas Henry

  Max shifted under my arm as she looked around. “Oh, shit! Look like Sally wasn’t kidding. Must be a dozen of ‘em. Look like they gonna run a train on Karen.”

  I noticed that Max had pulled her dress back down far enough to hide her panties. I wondered if she felt at all self-conscious about the fact that I, and apparently a bunch of other guys, had watched her finger herself to orgasm. If she did, it didn’t show.

  PD wriggled out from under Karen and stood up. The Korean bull sat down on the sofa and pulled Karen on top of him. She straddled him, face-to-face and guided his cock back into her. She arched her back and pushed her breasts into his face. He sucked her nipples and then pulled at them with his teeth. Karen cupped her breasts and squeezed. When the bull let go of her nipples, she started pinching them herself.

  After a couple of minutes, another black bull stepped forward. He was tall and lanky and extremely dark. His shoulder-length dreadlocks were tied back in a very full pony tail. Like all the other bulls, he was stroking himself. He was sporting a large drop of crystal-clear liquid on the head of his penis. He looked horny as hell.

  I remembered seeing Karen chat with him during the mating dance, but he hadn’t been in any of the scenes. And that probably meant that he was carrying a full load.

  He poked the Korean bull’s leg with his toe. “Hey, man…put her on the massage table. Let me get some of that.” He jerked his head toward the padded bench I had noticed earlier.

  The Korean bull leaned forward to shift Karen’s weight. Then he rocked to his feet with Karen still riding his cock. She clasped her hands behind his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist. His hands cradled her butt, and he continued to stroke her while he walked her over to the massage table.

  He rested her butt on the edge of one side of the table and leaned her back across it until her head was hanging off the other side. The dreadlocked bull walked around to that side and tapped his cock against Karen’s chin, smearing it with his precum. She opened up and sucked his head between her lips. Several other bulls crowded around the table, feeling up Karen with one hand while they stroked themselves with the other.

  After only a few seconds, the dreadlocked bull threw his head back and said, “Aw…shit!” The other bulls burst into laughter when they realized that he had lost control so quickly. I could see Karen’s throat working as she struggled to swallow his load.

  “Fuck!” The dreadlocked bull threw back his head and laughed. “I’ll be back!” He stepped aside, and another bull took his place.

  It dawned on me that I was still holding Karen’s phone with the camera pointed in her general direction. The screen had gone black. At first, I assumed that Ted had ended the call, and that surprised me. But then I realized that the phone was off. The battery must have gone dead. I slipped it into my pocket.

  The phone made me think of PD. I wondered if he would be coming back for more. I looked around and saw that he was getting dressed. I guessed he really was done for the night. I looked back at Karen.

  The Korean bull was just finishing with her. He groaned and stopped moving, except for the flexing of his hips as he came inside her.

  He stepped back, and a thick dollop of his semen oozed out of Karen and dripped to the ground. Almost immediately, another bull took his place, holding Karen’s thighs wide apart as he speared her with his cock.

  Max clamped a hand on my thigh. “Mmm-mmm-mmm. She something else.”

  “Yeah. You can say that again.”

  “Somebody sound jealous.”

  “Somebody is.”

  Max turned to me and ran her hand up my thigh. Her fingertips brushed against my hard-on. “Somebody hard, too.”

  I shrugged.

  Max deftly unfastened my belt and unbuttoned my pants. She had to use two hands to pull down the zipper. I couldn’t help but wonder why a lesbian would be going after my cock, but I wasn’t about to stop her. I am a man, after all.

  Max wasted no time in freeing my rigid member from the confines of my underwear. She stroked it a couple of times and then just leaned over and engulfed it with her mouth. She sucked me for a minute or so…long enough to show me that she knew what she was doing…and then came up for air.

  “So, you like that?” she asked.

  “Oh, yes…but I thought you were…um…into women.”

  Max gave me a wink and kissed my cheek. “Honey, it’s like I told you. Some doors swing both ways. I sucked plenty of dick in my time.”

  “Which…explains…why…you’re…so…good…at…it…I…guess.” I took a breath and tried to compose myself. “So you’ve dated men, too?”

  “Dated? Yeah, I guess you could call it that. I used to be a stripper, and you know, a girl gotta do what a girl gotta do to get ahead.”

  “Give head to get ahead?”

  Max laughed. “That’s good! Wish I thought of it.”

  “Feel free to use it whenever you want.”

  “Sooo,” Max said, “I feel bad about you sitting over here all alone and horny while your girlfriend’s gettin’ boned by all those bulls. And besides, I figure I owe you.”

  With that, she went back to sucking my cock. I knew I wasn’t going to last long, and I thought maybe I should warn Max in case she didn’t want me to cum in her mouth. But then I thought, what the hell? It’s the least she could do for me. But, when she got me to the ragged edge, I stopped her.

  “What’s wrong, Sugar?”

  “I was about to cum…”

  “Yeah. Ain’t that the idea? What? You worried about cumming in my mouth? Honey, that’s the best way. I just swallow and suck you clean. No mess to clean up.” She engulfed my cock again.

  “Uh…wait…” I lifted her chin, and she let my cock spring free of her lips. “It’s just…well, I don’t want to cum yet. I mean, I really, really do…but it’s not a good idea. It’ll screw me up psychologically.”

  “What? You gonna feel guilty? Your little girlfriend is suckin’ and fuckin’ every cock she sees.”

  “No, it’s not that. It’s just that, if I cum, then all my sex drive will be gone, and I’ll just be left with the knot in my stomach from watching her with all these guys. I’ll be miserable.”

  “Don’t know what you’re missing. You ain’t never been blown ‘til you been blown by me. Tell you what. I’ll give you a rain check.” Max gave my cock a balls-to-tip lick and tucked me back into my underwear. I zipped up and buckled my belt.

  I heard voices behind me. I turned and saw Sally talking with one of the bulls. This one must have just arrived. He was still dressed. He pulled a couple of bills out of his pocket and gave them to Sally. Then he started to undress. I wondered what the money was all about.

  PD was tucking in his shirttail when Sally approached him. She handed him several bills. He stuffed them into his shirt pocket. In the back recesses of my mind, I wondered why Sally was taking money from the other bull, yet giving money to PD. But I was too focused on Karen to give it much thought.

  Over the next hour or so, the whole herd of bulls had their way with Karen, some more than once. For a while, they kept her lying across the massage table on her back, with one bull fucking her while she sucked a second, and countless others felt her up.

  But when the dreadlocked bull came back for seconds, he flipped her onto her stomach and bent her over the table with her ass high in the air. The toes of her stilettos barely touched the ground. She continued to suck whatever cock was offered while he and a steady stream of others took her from behind. I was mesmerized, torn between revulsion and desperate arousal.

  I pulled my own phone out of my pocket. No more Facetime calls with Ted. Just a bit of video for my private collection.

  When the bulls finally finished gangbanging her, Karen was sprawled out on her back on the massage table. Semen ran down her chin and around her neck. Semen was pooled between her legs and on the ground next to the table. Her garter belt was gone, and her torn stockings dangled from her ankles. Her body was limp, a
nd her eyes were closed.

  “My turn,” Max said. She stood and shed her clothes as she strode to the massage table. She climbed on top of Karen and kissed her on the lips. Karen moaned, but didn’t open her eyes. She wrapped an arm around Max’s neck and held her bald head. She reached down between their bodies, presumably to guide yet another cock into her semen-slathered pussy. But when she didn’t find the penis she was expecting, her eyes flew open.

  “Oh! It’s you!”

  “Surprise!”

  “Um…yeah…I…”

  Max cut off her words by giving her a long French kiss. Karen stiffened for a moment, but then relaxed and kissed her back.

  They both seemed a bit breathless when they broke off the kiss. Max said, “Honey…let’s get you cleaned up.”

  She removed Karen’s shoes and the remnants of her stockings. Then she helped Karen off the table and led her by the hand over to an outdoor shower. Moments later, they both were squealing and dancing around. I figured the outdoor shower was like most in Hawaii…cold water only.

  I stopped my phone’s video recording and slipped it into my pocket. My own battery was getting low.

  Max quickly rinsed the sweat and semen from Karen’s body. Her hands were everywhere, and Karen seemed to like that just fine.

  “C’mon, Baby…let’s get warm.” Max took Karen’s hand again and led her over to the heated spa next to the pool. They were quickly immersed face-to-face in the warm water.

  I was aching to join them, but I wasn’t at all sure I would be welcome. I glanced around. The bulls had all gone, and Sally had disappeared as well. I leaned back in the loveseat and watched Max go to work on Karen.

  Max constantly whispered to Karen as she kissed and caressed her. She obviously wanted Karen every bit as much as the bulls had. And Karen seemed equally receptive. I doubted it was just because she’d been drugged. I’d seen Karen play with a number of women in the past.

  I jumped when the throaty voice right behind me said, “Hey, Lover-Boy. Having a good time watching your little girlfriend get her freak on?” Sally’s hands grasped my shoulders. “The boys said she was the best gangbang ever.” She went on to tell me how she hoped I would bring Crystal and Karen back to her club again. But from the way she was massaging my shoulders, I was getting the impression that she might be just as interested in me as she was in them.

  She unfastened the top three buttons on my shirt and ran her hands down over my bare chest and stomach. Having my body touched by another man normally doesn’t cause me any anxiety. In fact, I often go to an excellent gay masseur who believes in happy endings. On the other hand, being touched by a transsexual woman was something quite outside my experience, and I was a little uneasy. I wondered how far Sally intended to go…and how far I was willing to have her go. But before I got the chance to find out, I was saved by the bell, as it were, because a phone began to ring somewhere behind me.

  When Sally let go of my shoulders, I reflexively turned and looked…and was stunned by what I saw. Sally had undergone a metamorphosis. The outrageous black wig and heavy makeup were gone, as was the long, shapeless muumuu. She was a gorgeous, albeit vaguely masculine, vision of seduction, clad only in a lace-and-mesh babydoll that did little to hide her huge man-made breasts and nipples. The bleached-blond down on her head contrasted wonderfully with her caramel skin.

  My eyes drifted to her matching satin panties. No tell-tale bulge. I wondered how she tucked away her boys. Or was she post-op?

  That thought made me shiver. I couldn’t imagine anyone wanting to have them cut off. Women often say that a man thinks with his penis, but that’s wrong. He thinks with his balls. They’re the center of his being. Without them, he’d be nothing but a mindless zombie. Something in me hoped that Sally still had hers.

  The phone continued to ring. “Excuse me,” Sally said. She minced toward the house in high heels that appeared to be about my size.

  I guess I was vaguely curious about the phone call, but I was more focused on my relief that Sally was no longer touching me. It wasn’t so much that I had been put off by it. It was more that I was unsettled by how much it had titillated me.

  I’d had quite a night, and I thought maybe it was time to go home. Of course, I had no intention of leaving without Karen. And since Max had come with me, I assumed I’d need to give her a ride home as well.

  I looked over at them. Karen had her head tilted back with her eyes closed. Her arms were draped over Max’s shoulders. Max was sucking one of Karen’s nipples and squeezing her other breast with one hand. Max’s other hand was below the surface of the water…and I was pretty sure…between Karen’s thighs. They both seemed totally absorbed in what they were doing, so I decided I’d just sit back and try to relax for a while until they were ready to come up for some air.

  After a couple of minutes, Sally’s hands were on my shoulders again. “Your little Karen seems to be having a good time with your lesbian friend.”

  I nodded. “She has eclectic tastes.” I wondered how Karen would take to a transgendered woman. Best of both worlds?

  “Planning to stay for a while longer?” Sally asked.

  I took her question as a hint that we should leave. “I’m just waiting for them,” I said. “But I don’t want to overstay our welcome.” I leaned forward to stand up. “I’ll tell them it’s time to for us to go.”

  Sally gripped my shoulders and jerked me back. “No, no! I didn’t mean that.”

  She rubbed my shoulders and ran her palms down over my chest. “That call I got,” she said. “It was someone who… Well, he’s on his way over and I was hoping that you’d still be here when he arrives.”

  When he arrives? I had no idea what to make of that. Why would she hope I would be there when some guy arrived? I got the uneasy feeling that Sally was trying to hook me up with a gay friend or customer. On the one hand, it was kind of flattering. But on the other hand, I’m just not wired that way. I hoped things didn’t get weird.

  Sally kept massaging my shoulders and running her hands up and down my chest. When she slid them down my stomach, I half expected her fingers to slip under my belt. But, they never did, and each time she stopped short, I felt a mixture of relief and a strange sort of disappointment. I wondered why she was touching me, but not touching me. I suspected that she was just keeping me occupied until the other guy arrived.

  It must have been about fifteen minutes after the phone call when I heard the rumble of the living room door sliding behind me. Sally said, “Oh, hi! You’re here!” She patted me on the shoulder. I had to turn and look.

  What I saw was both a relief and a shock. The new arrival was Body, the huge Samoan bull who had been called away from the club earlier in the evening. I was relieved because I was confident he wasn’t after my sorry ass. But from the way he had been ogling Karen at the club, I was pretty sure he was after her. And that was the shock. Notwithstanding everything else I had seen tonight, the thought of Karen copulating with him scared me and turned my stomach into a knot. And it had my balls in an uproar.

  Sally met Body about halfway across the courtyard. The huge Samoan reached into his shirt pocket and withdrew what appeared to be folded currency. I was pretty sure it was several $100 bills. He handed the money to Sally, who quickly tucked it into the front of her panties without counting it. Now I thought I understood why Sally seemed so interested in having me stay for a while longer. It looked like Body had paid Sally a good sum of money for getting him a shot at Karen.

  Suddenly, what I had seen earlier made sense. Apparently, all the bulls had paid Sally for the chance to fuck Karen. All the bulls except PD. Sally had paid him…presumably for luring Karen into the gangbang by seducing and drugging her.

  So, Sally was making money off of Karen in multiple ways. Ted had paid Sally so he could watch Karen being fucked at the club. Then the bulls had paid Sally to be allowed to fuck Karen at the Oasis. No wonder Sally could afford this big house in Kahala.

  Kare
n had been turned out, and she didn’t even know it. I wondered what she would think if she knew Sally was prostituting her. Would she be horrified or flattered? I could see it going either way.

  I glanced over at Karen and Max. They were busy with each other and seemed not to have noticed Body’s arrival. I glanced back at him. He was stripping off his clothes and piling them on a chair.

  Of course, I was anxious to see his cock. Half of me hoped those tales about Samoan men having small dicks were true. But the other half was prepared to be disappointed if they were.

  When Body peeled off his boxers, I was not disappointed. I was alarmed. If anything, this guy’s flaccid cock was more than proportionate to his seven-foot-plus stature. I just hoped he was a “shower” and not a “grower.”

  I turned back to Karen, wondering how she would react when she saw him. But, she was oblivious of his presence. The fact that Max was sucking her nipples…and doing god-only-knows-what under the water…had Karen’s full attention.

  Body ambled over to the edge of the spa next to Karen and sat down on the deck with his legs in the water. I saw Max’s eyes go wide. At first, Karen seemed not to be aware of Body. But then I think she noticed Max’s reaction, and turned to see what Max was looking at.

  Karen jumped reflexively when she saw the huge Samoan sitting right next to her. She put her hands over her breasts and laughed nervously. “Oh, you scared me! I mean…I didn’t know you were there…”

  Body put a huge hand on Karen’s shoulder and drew her around until she was standing between his knees, facing him with her chin just a few inches from his cock. He entwined his fingers in her hair and pulled her head toward his crotch. He lifted his cock and smacked her face with it. She tried to pull away, but he kept his grip on her hair and smacked her again and again on the cheek and on the nose, and then on her lips. “Suck it, paumuku,” he said. He wasn’t asking. He was demanding. And the tone of his deep, gravelly voice made it clear that he had every expectation that Karen would comply.

  My body tensed, and I broke into a cold sweat. If Karen showed any resistance…if she said “no” or asked for help, I was going to have to intervene. And I sure as hell wasn’t looking forward to that. I mean, I’m in pretty good shape, and I studied a little karate ages ago as a teenager, but I’ve never really done any fighting…and Body was huge.