The Lisa Series (20 page)

“Yes,” she said, “I like it.” With that, Silk came inside her. After a moment, his limp prick fell out of her anus, and he rolled over on his side. Lisa remained in the kneeling position, her ass raised and her head against the stained sheet. She was trembling. She used the edge of the sheet to wipe the tears from her eyes.

From across the room, Dooley said, “I bet Frank’s cocksucker still wants more. I bet she ain’t had enough fucking. Right?”

Lisa lifted her head and sat up. “Yes...yes I am,” she said. “Please, Frank, please...do it...do me again.”

“Goddamn,” Frank growled, “after being reminded time and again, you still forget to say the words.”

Blushing, Lisa bowed her head then raised it to look at Frank, “I’m sorry, honey. It’s just that...that I have trouble saying them.” He waited for her to continue. “Please, Frank honey, fuck me again.” She moved so that she faced him directly. She spread her legs. “Fuck me, fuck me, please honey, fuck me again.”

“You’re all over sweat, and spit, and come, and you ain’t got no make-up on.” Frank said.

Silk climbed off the bed. “Goddamn, if she was mine, I’d fuck that tight little ass five times a day,” he muttered.

“I’ll shower, Frank. I’ll make myself pretty for you. Please, Frank,” she pleaded. Frank grunted and gestured toward the bathroom. She quickly gathered her things, crossed the room unsteadily on her heels, and closed the door behind her. I felt sure this was part of the act, the last of Frank’s instructions to close out the evening.

“Okay,” Frank said, looking around at his guests, “the party’s over. That’s it for tonight. You can all go now, except for Billy.”

“I can’t believe she wants more,” Harriet said.

Silk stood in the doorway, the red warts on his sweating body were almost purple. His little brown prick hung like a skinny turd between his pathetic testicles. “That’s the way with them fuckin religious cunts, once they get some good fuckin,” he looked at me, “they can’t get enough.” He took a step back into the room, shaking a bony finger, “She liked it, Billy boy, no matter what she says, she like my cock up her ass. I could tell, Billy, I could tell.” Frank waved him toward the door.

After he had gone into the other room, Frank turned to me. “Billy, you make me and your wife a couple of drinks.” I went into the kitchen. I could hear them dressing and getting their coats. No one said much. They yelled goodbye to Frank, and then I heard the front door shut.

When I returned, Frank was sitting back in his big chair, his eyes closed. His robe had come loose exposing his huge white belly and hairless crotch and legs. I noticed traces of Lisa’s lipstick on his balls. Without opening his eyes, he extended a hand for his drink. I gave it to him and placed his other on the small table next to his chair. I could hear the shower running in the bathroom. Frank sipped his Scotch, then put it down and seemed to fall asleep. I sat on the couch waiting. Even though I tried to force them out of my mind, the scenes of the night’s activities kept coming back. After a long time, the bedroom door opened. Frank shifted his body but did not open his eyes.

Lisa wore a new gown and another new pair of heels. Both were white. The gown bared her shoulders and had a low scooped neckline, it was very full and reached to the floor. In a way, it looked old-fashioned, like a teenager’s first suggestive nightie. If she were to twirl around, it would lift gently. It was so sheer that her naked body was clearly visible under it. Relieved that the others were gone, she seemed fresh and eager.

She glanced quickly at me, then crossed to stand beside Frank. He still hadn’t opened his eyes. “Kiss it,” he said. She dropped to her knees and leaning over his spread legs, placed a soft kiss on his pale, limp cock. “Good,” he opened his eyes and gestured for her to stand. He looked at her for the first time since she’d come into the room. “Yes,” he said, nodding in approval, “sweet and pure, like a young virgin.” Lisa bowed her head and blushed. It was the first time I’d heard him compliment her. “Since you did so good tonight, I got a little present for you. It’s in my top drawer under the socks. Get it.”

Lisa went to the bedroom and returned with a rectangular plastic box. “It’s the tape,” Frank said. “The original. There ain’t no copy. You can trust me on that.” Lisa stood beside him, the tape clutched tightly in both hands. “You got a couple more days under our agreement, but I’m letting you off early for good behavior.” He sat up and chuckled, “Jesus, ain’t none of them going to forget this night.”

I stood. Frank turned toward me and nodded. “That’s right, Billy, it’s all over. I told you I get tired of women pretty quick. I ain’t quite bored with little Lisa here, but I would be before much longer. So, you get your coats and gather her stuff together and then take her home. The tape is yours. I think you ought to burn it. Burn it tonight.”

I went to the closet for our coats while Lisa returned to the bedroom. After a few minutes, she came out carrying in one hand a shopping bag filled with her clothes. In the other was the videotape.

“Put your coat on over the gown,” Frank directed. “It ain’t far to your place and no sense in changing.” He paused to look at us both. “I expect you two have a reason to celebrate and a lot of missed fucking to make up for.” He smiled. With a wave of his hand, he dismissed us. Then, he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes again.

Lisa and I quickly buttoned our coats and, without a word to Frank, were out the door and into the cold, crisp night. I had taken the shopping bag. Lisa held the tape. I pulled her close to me as we started down the icy walk. “Lisa,” I almost shouted, “Lisa, honey, it’s over...it’s finally over!”

“Yes,” she said, “it’s over.” Before we’d gone ten more steps, she stopped. She looked at me for a moment and reached up to touch my face. In spite of the bitter cold, her hand felt hot on my cheek. There were tears in her eyes. Suddenly, she turned and ran back to Frank’s apartment.

Forcing myself to think that she’d just forgotten something, I stood and waited. When she didn’t reappear, I followed her. The door was slightly ajar. I went in and closed it quietly behind me. I stood in the hall looking into the living room. Neither Frank nor Lisa seemed aware of me, but I’m sure they knew I was there. Lisa had removed her coat and dropped it on the floor. Frank still lay back in his chair, his robe open, his fat legs slightly parted. Lisa stood before him. Frank glanced up at her and scowled, “What you come back for? I thought I told you to go home.”

“Please, honey,” Lisa began in a small, fearful voice, “I...I’m not sure, but...but maybe...I mean...I’d like to...to...finish my thirty days and...and maybe...”

“Maybe what?” Frank asked.

Lisa didn’t answer. “Maybe what?” Frank repeated.

“Stay,” she said.

“I told you I get bored with women real quick. Besides, I don’t want no cunt hanging around here. Got no time for that shit.”

Lisa took a tentative step forward. “Honest, honey, I won’t be any trouble. You won’t even know I’m here except when you want me.”

“Want you for what?”

“When you want me to...to...suck your cock, honey. And I’d be here when you want to fuck me. I love when you fuck me.”

“Yeah, well what if I got tired of fucking you? What if all I wanted you to do was suck me off and lick my ass?”

Lisa made a little sound, then got to her knees. “Yes, honey,” she said softly, “I’d do that for you.”

Frank’s cock began to stiffen. “Well, you can’t stay here. What if I gave you to Harriet and Teddy for awhile and sent for you when I needed a cocksucker?”

Lisa hesitated, then said, “Yes, honey, that would be okay.”

“You’d belong to them while you were there.”

“Yes, I know.”

“How about Dooley and the General. Maybe I’d send you over there to spend some time taking care of our black brothers. Maybe Nora could give you some training?”

She put her hand out gently to touch Frank’s cock. “Yes, honey, I’ll do Dooley and the General. I’ll do whatever Nora...whatever you and Nora want.”

Frank sat for a moment looking at her. “I noticed, and so did everyone else tonight, that you ain’t very fond of old Silk.”

“Oh, Frank, he’s awful.” Lisa inched back from between Frank’s legs. “Just thinking about him makes my stomach...makes me feel like…no, Frank, not Silk. The thought of him ever touching me again. Frank, no, I couldn’t. Anything or anyone else, but not him.” She shook her head, “No, not him. He’s filthy, he smells bad and, Frank, he’s mean, really mean. I’d be so afraid. I think he hates me, Frank. He hates all women. Once he said that you were too easy. He said that if he had me for a week he would...oh, Frank I couldn’t…not Silk...anyone but Silk!”

“Silk’s my best friend. What’s his is mine, and what’s mine is his. That’s the way it is with us. So, pick up your coat and get the hell out of here.” Frank sank back in the chair and closed his eyes once more.

I watched as Lisa crawled away and reached for her coat. She stood up and began to put it on. Then, suddenly she let it drop and quickly fell to her knees before Frank. She leaned forward to kiss his cock.

“You don’t hear so good,” Frank said looking down at her.

“Yes, Frank,” Lisa whispered, “I’ll do whatever you say.”

“What’s that mean?”

I could see that she was trembling. “Even...even Silk,” she said.

Frank studied her. “Suppose,” he began, “suppose I wanted to give you to Silk not for one week but for a couple of weeks. Suppose I sent you over there to move in with him. He’s got some filthy rooms above the Waterside Deli.”

Lisa was crying. She bowed her head and began to shake it, but after a moment she straightened up and, getting herself under control, placed her hands on Frank’s knees. “Yes,” she said, “I’d go if that’s what you wanted.”

“And while you’re there you’d do whatever he says, and keep it all on a tape for me to play later?’

“Yes, yes but he...he will,” she looked away, then back at Frank. “Yes, I’ll do whatever he says and keep it on a tape for you.”

“He really gets off fucking your ass. He’ll want to fuck your ass. You heard him tonight. He’ll fuck your ass a lot. Every day, maybe twice a day. You ready to take Silk’s prick up your ass a couple times a day?”

The color rose to Lisa’s cheeks. “I...I...don’t think I...” she paused and swallowed. “Yes, honey. I...I’d do it. I’d let him take me like that.”

“It’s not a question of you letting him take you. You’ll be his, Silk’s woman. You’ll do what he tells you to do. I’m not saying this is just a possibility. I’m saying that if you stay it’s going to happen.”

Again, Lisa looked away for a moment. “You mean,” she began turning back to Frank, “you mean I’ll belong to him, like I belong to you?”

“That’s exactly what I mean, Frank said. “And if you stay here tonight, you know the deal. I’m gonna give you to him for maybe two weeks, and give you to him real soon.”

A shudder went through her body. I was certain she would get up and leave. Instead, she nodded, “Yes, I understand,” she said softly.

“When I give you to Silk for awhile, you’ll belong to him. Your body will be his. I mean your mouth, your cunt, and your ass. He can do whatever the hell he wants to you. And he can give you to his friends and strangers on the fuckin’ street. You’ll be Silk’s woman. Say it.”

“I’ll belong to Silk. He can do what he wants to me. I’ll be his woman.”

Frank leaned forward and stared at her. “You heard Silk tonight. He sure as hell hates you. You’re right about him being mean. I ain’t gonna be there. He’ll have you on your knees begging him to fuck your ass.”

Lisa was quiet for a minute or two, imagining I suspect what it would be like with Silk. Finally, she nodded, “Yes,” she said in a frightened whisper, “if you give me to Silk I know what will happen.”

“So, you know what it means if you decide to stay. If I was you, I’d grab my stuff, and go to Billy, and get out of here.”

For a full minute, Lisa knelt there, her head bowed. Finally, she looked up at Frank again. “I want to stay, honey,” she said.

“Okay, then. Silk will be glad to hear you’re gonna belong to him for awhile.” Frank leaned forward. “Now, show old Frankie what you got. Make me hard.”

She pulled her gown off her shoulders and pushed it to her waist. Her small hands cupped her breasts and held them out to him. “Yes, honey, I know what you like,” she said.

Frank slid down in his chair and spread his legs. His cock was swollen but not yet erect. She moved so that she was kneeling closer. Putting a hand under each of his thighs, she lifted them up and pushed them back exposing his huge, hairless ass. “I know what you like,” she repeated.

Frank sighed, “Yeah, that’s it, baby, do me good.”

Lisa placed a hand on each of his white ass cheeks and spread them. She paused looking up at him. “Just my tongue?” she asked.

“That’s right, baby, just your tongue.”

“Thank you, honey,” Lisa whispered, and lowered her beautiful face between the spread cheeks of Frank’s ass.

I turned away and, closing the door behind me, walked home.

Lisa, Her Education

Chapter One

Leavy

Lisa is, or until recently, was my wife. We loved each other dearly. In an earlier account, I described how she was blackmailed into submitting for thirty days to the will of an ex-cop named Frank Racine. When her month of service was over, she elected to stay with him. In fact, she begged him to keep her as his woman. She promised to do whatever he demanded. Of course, I was devastated, for awhile I was suicidal. But then I convinced myself that her willing submission to Frank was just some sort of crazy quirk in her psychological makeup that she had to work out. I lived with the hope that she would soon come home. But that hope began to die when I learned that Frank had loaned her to his friend, a repulsive old degenerate named Silk. During her thirty day period with Frank, she was subjected to all kinds of physical and emotional abuses which she gradually accepted. However, she was never able to rid herself of her fear of Silk. It became clear that he despised her as much as she hated him. If Frank had ‘loaned’ her to Silk it meant that, for the time being, she was Silk’s woman. I couldn’t imagine a worse situation nor, I think, could she.