Handle Gobbler

CHAPTER ONE   Josh glared at the hungry satyr glaring with reddened eyeballs over the rim of his whiskey glass at the female Bobbsie Twins swaggering through the bar door, the dying Friday afternoon light splattering neon orange over the head of red and head of black. This had been a rotten week at the Foreign Flair Auto Dealership; a client had reneged on an offer for the silver Rolls Royce that would have padded his commission check a few bills. Black Fridays like this usually sent Josh darting to the "Last Stop" where he drowned his sorrows in Tanqueray on the rocks, smoked too much and usually ended up the evening with a ripe-bodied babe on his arm. Not tonight. Josh held down his temper and dabbed at the amber spill with the corner of his bar napkin. He blamed last night's hangover on today's failures and ran combing fingers through a shock of wavy, sandy hair spilling over his tanned forehead. His smoke-lacerated tongue cooled from the limey tang of gin warming his belly. "Naw... I'm not in the mood." Josh turned his head, lip curling up in a sneer. "What about me?" his boss wheezed, exhuming a lungful of cigar smoke to blue the air. "Take a look at the ass on that redhead!" He whistled through his teeth and pushed down his erection with the heel of his hand. "Christ, I'd like to ram it up her ass!" Mentally Josh plugged his ears, struggling to hold onto the elusive thread of commonsense too easily smothered in the weavings of temptation. With lazy curiosity, his blue eyes stole fugitively to the last bar stool where a firm set of full moons hugged in a skinny black skirt with a slit to mid-thigh opened onto a black lace garter clamped to a black textured stocking. He threw down the finger of Tangueray and rattled the ice cubes. "Hey, bartender!" barked Ralph, ordering another round of drinks and whatever the girls wished. "Thanks, Ralph, but I don't feel like getting drunk again tonight..." A firm hand slapped him on the back. "Hey, is this my number one salesman telling me no?" The demand was issued. "One more with Ralphie, huh?" Female titter from the bar pried Josh's eyes upward from the bottom of his glass where he studied his ice cubes as some would tea leaves. His mind tumbled crazily from the strong drink and with a gasp, he heard the swoosh of nylons on scissoring legs approaching their table. "Thanks for the drinks," giggled the black haired one, wiggling her shoulders in a coquettish wink that squeezed the oozing marshmallow flesh of her mammary glands together, n*****s kissing behind the tight pink angora. "I'm Carla," she breathed, slipping down beside Josh, her luminous green eyes sparkling and wiggling her tightly encased buttocks against his. "I'm Josh... hi," he retorted blandly. "And you honey, who are you?" Ralph purred, magnanimously slinging his arm around the redhead's shoulders and squeezing so tight she bleated. "I'm Bonnie," she said musically, fluttering her eyelids adoringly up at him. Josh squirmed in his seat, a sheen of claustrophobia beading his forehead. Adamantly his blue eyes descended to the sculpted face beside his, chiselling away the layers of rouge and eye make up in search of the healthy glow he wanted in a woman. Healthy... his mind stuck on that word. The nights of driving home with his eyeballs swimming in gin were taking a toll on his mood and health. Until he took the job at Foreign Flare, he used to jog after work and play tennis on weekends. Now, under the dictates of the aging satyr (who also happened to be his employer), he'd become a pawn in another's last grab at youth, exhibited in endless debauchery. Both girls, they'd learned from Ralph's probings, were divorced, but vague about their work. Across the table Ralph's caterpillar eyebrows knitted and winked at his car salesman. After a second round of drinks, Bonnie took the initiative. "Gee, it's great running into two nice guys like you's. Me and Carla was wonderin' what to do tonight!" She squirmed her shoulder against Ralph's chest and laced one polished fingertip in the solid gold of his pocket watch chain dangling from a vest pocket. Pooching her beestung lips up at him, the pot-bellied car salesmen unplugged the cigar from his lips and mashed his livery lips to hers. Josh reacted with horrified impatience. Even in his liquor fogged mind he could see clearly that Ralph had managed to suck him into playing with Carla so that he could make time with the redhead. Strange indeed how liquor can work on the mind: We abhor its power to destroy human reason, yet draw pridefully on that uninhibiting prowess at the same time. With the second round of drinks, Josh's razor-edge mood blunted into a soft euphoria of self-deluding interest at the flashing eyes and sweet perfume wafting up into his flaring nostrils. What the hell... tomorrow he would go on the wagon. Across the table Ralph and Bonnie giggled and carried on like a couple of teenagers in the back seat of a car. The crafty salesman had wiggled his hand up under the tightness of her sweater to roll and tweak her n*****s, and from the movement of her hand under the table, bug-eyed Josh felt a forceful foreshadowing of upcoming events. Another drink and Bonnie cupped a yawn. "Oh, it's getting late, fellas, Carla and I should be going." She winked at her female accomplice across the table. Beside Josh Carla squirmed ansy buttocks. "Let's have a party... just you and me, blondie!" "But... your friend said you had to leave..." he choked, feeling a hot trail slither up his muscular thigh while finger-soldiers advanced toward the bomb of his jockey-trapped testicles. Never think with the head of your prick, his father had warned him, and sucking in his breath Josh struggled to adhere to that philosophy. But the body is only flesh and blood and he found himself linked arm-in-arm with Carla, staggering out of the "Last Stop" and heading across the street to the Holiday Inn's welcome mat. When they rushed past the bar toward the elevator, Josh looked wild-eyed at Ralph, but Ralph was pressing Bonnie against the deserted elevator car, kissing her hotly. "Come on, blondie," chimed Carla, grabbing Josh's elbow while he staggered blindly after her in dire need of a bed to collapse upon. As she slipped her key in the hotel door, he threw up his hands as if being mugged. "No... I don't wan' it... I... I'm not after-" A red-tipped fingernail attached to a grabbing hand, snatched him by the collar of his suit and propelled him backwards into the hotel room. Josh windmilled his arms, keeping his balance and straightening his coat, struggled toward composure. "Now look, honey... I'll give you money, but I don' wanna f**k you... now maybe tha' sounds weird," he garbled drunkenly. Dizzily, he touched his fingers to his forehead. "I ha' a few too many drinks... but tha's Ralph's fault..." Hands were pushing him back down on the bed and feeling a warm body straddle his rib cage, his blurred eyes stared up weakly at the beautiful prostitute working at the buttons of his stiff white shirt. He had to admit she was one hell of a woman, bought or not... except she wore too much makeup. Her sloe eyes exuded pure animal s*x, and he had to admit it was sort of tempting having a woman undress him for a change. Carla managed him up to a sitting position and slipping his arms out of the holes, went to work on peeling off his shirt. The whine of his zipper sang in Josh's ears and he felt his c**k jerk into instant rigidity as if it were alive and independent of him. "No... I'm not in the mood..." he chanted, trying to will the protruberance between his muscular thighs limp, to banish the lustful thoughts swirling around in his gin-filled head; but that obdurate stalk of flesh kept bloating from each heaving lungful of perfumey air. Struggling, he managed to lift his sodden head off the bed. Legs spread to straddle his ribs, he stared up the creamy inner thighs to glimpse the moistened band of her panties cupping pouting, throbbing p***y lips. With a submissive groan, his blond head flopped back on the bed. She had his pants off now, working quickly, deftly. The blood was making a hot beeline for his groin; his testicles started to ache. Josh lurched, feeling a soft warmth brush against his hairy chest. Hair tickled his nose and blinking open one lazy eye he realized she had stripped off her pink angora sweater and brassiere and was rubbing the hard nubs of her n*****s against his chest. "Ohhhh...." he groaned, feeling his hips hump to rub his swollen, naked c**k against the crack of her buttocks. That got Carla going! "Blondie's got a great big hard-on because he wants Carla to f**k him..." "Oh, Jesus," he gasped, feeling her n*****s r**e his chest. His hands flew down to her waist, easing her into a functional position. "You're going to f**k me, f**k me, f**k me..." she teased, lathing his ear lobes with hot, wet kisses. Her breath was like a white-hot firebrand on his cheek, his neck, his n*****s. Then he smelled the hair on his thighs sear from her hand rubbing up to cup his pounding c**k! "Ohhhh Gawd!" he managed to breath, almost leaping off the bed in a convulsing reaction. He could feel his testicles engorged with white hot sperm amassing, creating an aching pressure in his groin. Her warm tongue trailed over his cheek, searching for his mouth, and her hand continued to rub and roll the skin of his swollen p***s. "I wanna r**e you, blondie. You ever had a woman r**e you before?" she mewled in his ear mesmerically, hypnotically. "You wanna get your big hot c**k into my wet p***y, and I'm goin' make you cum...." He shook his head in protest even while his back arched in a futile effort to ram his swollen length into the seeping hole of her womanhood. "Sure you do, blondie, baby. Both of us wanna fuck..." I want more than a cheap f**k, his mind screamed, temptation teetering on the precipice of acquiescence. Back there in the "Last Stop" he'd made a promise to himself, and no w***e was going to make him a liar unto himself! Grunting, he wrenched free of the hundred and ten pounds pinning him to the mattress. His heart hammering, he was aware that his c**k was still staring with a seeping eye at the ceiling, the mushroomed head webbed with excited lubrication. He had to compose himself! To hell with Ralph... he wasn't about to cheapen his ideals because of a boss nursing a case of p***y fever! Carla's husky voice whispered, "Blondie, baby..." Hearing the hush of clothing being shed, he swung around, gathering the courage to reject her; but the words froze in his throat. His mouth hinged open and his eyes bulged. Carla's lissome weight rested on her haunches. A black lace garter belt hung around her hips. She'd shimmied out of her panties, leaving stockings intact. One red polished fingertip rubbed at the oily marble of her c******s nestled in a black forest hiding the puffy, swollen lips of her p***y. Josh gasped, watching her passion-scrunched face pull tight as holding the ragged lips misted with love juice apart, she plunged her middle finger sloshingly into the warm moistness of her cunt. The tip of her pink tongue ran suggestively over her beestung lips. "For God's sakes, don't play with yourself!" he yelped with injured pride. Combing fingers streaked through his hair and though he tried to look away, he found his blurred vision focussing on the hair-lined lips of her cuntal valley all moist and warm and inviting. In the golden glow of the hotel light, her high, perfectly rounded breasts jutted in luscious mounds from her slender ribcage like ruby crested mountains. Her long, slender legs trembled with her desires as the finger plunged juicily in and out... in and out with mesmeric rapacity. "Well, lover? Would you like to kiss my p***y?" Her hands were on her black triangle, rubbing it with the heel of her hand while its twin shot up to cup one firm breast; bending her head, she suckled on her own n****e, little mewls of pleasure bubbling from her throat. Temptation has its limits. Josh scratched his head and blinked at the lust maddening sight. The thought of kissing, of licking her sweet young p***y set his c**k into a wild dance. "Carla... please," he moaned, his breath tearing from his chest. "And I'll kiss your c**k, too, blondie! I want to kiss and suck your c**k and taste your cum... I love to suck c**k, did you know that?" On and on she droned, raping him with words. Josh's mind reeled backwards mentally counting the number of girls who closed their minds to the delights of oral s*x. To Josh tongue on c**k and lips on v****a was a luscious appetizer in the feast of s*x. His temples pounded with the need to feel the soft down of a woman's p***y as it opened to his mouth... to feel a warm, wet mouth close over the tip of his c**k to suck and nibble at his swollen p***s. The thought brought his c**k lurching upwards. If that hunk of flesh could scream, it would have screamed right then. Instead, it dribbled a pearl of pre-c*m. He had to feel that! To hell with promises. The only thing that mattered was the scorching heat charging through his blood-fed genitals and the need to suck and be sucked! With a desperate groan, he dove for the bed, his thick, bursting p***s standing out at a right angle. "Ohhhh... you've got such a beautiful c**k!" crooned Carla in ecstasy. Like a languid cat, she stretched out on the coverlet beside him. "Come here, blondie," the voluptuous raven haired woman purred. "Let me taste your cum... let me suck you off!" Wiggling toward her, the next thing he knew he was writhing beside her, feet to head, and Carla's fingers scratching lightly over his swollen c**k, her expert lips kissing his legs, belly and inner thighs, leaving goose-bumps in its wake. "Oh, Gawddd... hurry!" he groaned, not sure he could keep the boiling semen inside his testicles another torturous minute. "Suck meee!" he whined. Grovelling beside him and groaning from deep in her chest, Carla plunged her head forward and Josh felt the incredible hot moistness of her lips close butter-like over the sensitive head of his seeping c**k, felt her searing, wet tongue licking tiny circles of fire around the tip. Sighing, completely crazed by her exquisite manipulations, Josh slithered toward her and buried his face in her cunt. There was a sudden jerk of contracted muscles there in the steaming morass of her p***y, and she pressed close to his mouth, arching her back to mash the swollen flanges into his willing mouth. Carla tasted the salty piquancy of his secretions hungrily, twirling her practiced tongue faster and faster around the seeping head. Then she began to suck him rhythmically, with full expertise of a woman who loves her work. She grovelled, she slaved, she sucked until her eyes watered. Josh glanced up once and watched her lipstick rimmed lips ripple up and down his stiff shaft, watched the soft skin of her mouth pucker outward and then back in as she struggled to accept his p***s down to the hairy base! Jesus... he moaned to himself, intoxicated by the salacious sight of seeing what had been a useless tube of flaccid flesh being nursed in her mouth to full, pounding erection. His loins tensed and jerked, his pelvis slamming into her face, all of the tense flesh disappearing with each hammering thrust forward so that only a quarter-inch of white showed glistening with the saliva from her sucking lips. Breath hissed from his lungs, nostrils flaring from the sweetness of love juices glistening on the ragged lips of her swollen cunt. He turned his face to the black fleece and drew her firm rounded buttocks down over his mouth so that he was drowning in her soft, fleshy v****a. He held her tightly with both hands clamped to her buttocks cheeks, thrusting his own tongue up teasingly between the tender fleshy folds. He heard her gasp, her lips nibbling more frenziedly. Her p***y contracted and opened like a dying fish around his mouth, and then he moved his hands down and opened the p***y lips wider so that he could curl and flick his tongue at the satiny whiteness of her buttocks. He sucked and licked while she swayed above him, her cunt flowering open wider and her secretions mingling with his saliva and trickling down his flushed cheeks. He could feel her muscles cord as he worked, jabbing his tongue up as deep as it would go into the hot, wet hole of her cunt, sucking and biting it tenderly, his tongue reaming the sensuous little love button while she squirmed and writhed above him. From the strain if her inner thigh muscles, he could tell she was ready to c*m. Her mouth and cheeks ballooned and hallowed as she sucked wildly, desperately at his p***s. She bucked and arched her back and head while her body quaked and shivered with goosebumps. Her breasts danced as she sucked voraciously, her pumping mouth making the pressure build, build, build until a scorching fire licked at the base of his cock... And then- "UUUUUMMMMMM...!" Carla screamed out her climax and the warm, pungent milk of her softly pulsating p***y spread hotly across his face. She screamed and tossed her head, though her mouth clung and sucked hungrily at his deep-thrusted c**k. She snaked her heels against his shoulders and rubbed her steaming cunt in tormented circles. Now it was Josh's turn to scream. All at once he felt the volcano blow its head. He gasped as though in agony, and then his c**k began a wild, convulsive jerking that flooded without warning into Carla's maddeningly bobbing mouth with rush after gush of boiling sperm, bloating her cheeks and forcing her to swallow as it had started. One final spurt and Josh lay back, half unconscious from the power of his orgasm. And still Carla worked, sucking ravenously at his lust juices, milking every last drop of the hot gushing male ambrosia until at last, his p***s jerked softly and slowly deflated in the warm, sperm-filled cavern of her mouth. Gulping down the dregs, she slid her lips from his c**k and cradled her face to his still throbbing groin. "How was that, blondie?" she murmured appreciatively. He could only sigh in contentment for an answer. He felt like a satisfied male, one who had satisfied a woman as well. The knowledge that many a man had put his lips to her v****a lurked in the back of his mind like the ending of a bad dream, and ignoring that knowledge for the time being, lolled in the aftermath of a heady orgasm. Deep inside he wished this woman whose musk he was taking into his nostrils, was more than a prostitute. He felt Carla stir then, and suddenly she was on all fours and beside him, a slaving mother cat, licking in the crater of her navel and grinning up into his face. She murmured: "I'd love to f**k you all night, blondie." Then, leaning down, she kissed him tenderly, the taste of his semen still on her mouth. "Would you like that?" He ran his tongue over his parched lips. Already he felt tremors stir in his p***s, displacing any fears of nothing being able to get it up again. "Yes... we might as well do it all..." "Good," she whispered and stretched out and snuggled in the protection of his arms. The woman was a wild cat in bed and didn't break her promise... His c**k chafed, knees weak and head pounding, he feebly dressed himself in preparation for the great escape into solitude. He didn't want any more p***y, he didn't want his c**k sucked, and God forbid he should torture his body with more alcohol. "Stay with me, please... just for tonight," begged Carla, scrambling on all fours to grab his shoes before he did. "Please... don't make a fool of yourself. If it's more action you want, go find Ralph... he's always up for it." Josh slipped his housekey into the door lock and stepped into his apartment living room. He flicked on the lights, shedding his clothes as he padded in stocking feet toward his bedroom. He stopped, waiting in the silence of his home, while a vacant feeling of weariness and dark depression flooded over him. Quickly he flicked on the bedroom light and began stripping off his shirt and pants just as fast as Carla had stripped them from him. In the shower he stepped under the needle spray and scrubbed off the fragrant, tell-tale perfume of his indiscretions, the odors of mutual lovemaking which in other circumstances he would have preferred to let dry on his loins. His mouth felt dry, his tongue lacerated from smoking too many cigarettes. A dry, grisly feeling of ill-health and discontentment sent him straight to bed. No more after work debaucheries, he promised himself, even if frog-face Ralph did fire him! Tomorrow would herald a siege of self-discipline. No more booze, no more prostitutes... just exercise. Josh had read somewhere that if you do things right, right things come back to you. Well, by God, he thought punching his pillow and wadding it up under his aching head, he would find the girl made for him!