This is the opening segment of the chapter “Spring 1938″ from the novel Falls the Shadow that I began during November 1999 for NaNoWriMo. The whole novel isn’t that raunchy, but this section is. Some of you may wish to abide by the Seussism “I Can Read With My Eyes Shut“.

I may at some point publish the rest of this chapter, and the previous one, the following one, and the second part of the book. Until then, enjoy this little bit of erotica.

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Oh, this feels good.

She thinks this because she has to think it. If she does not, she won’t make it to the end and won’t be able to collect from her john. What is his name again? Is it John? No, she would remember that, and once this is done she will remember that, just so. John the john, like every john before him. Like every Bill and Charlie and Frank. Every Dick.

Neal, she thought, his name is Neal, and oh, this feels so good.

Nicolette Palmer – her friends called her Niki, just Niki – was bound and gagged on the bed. She lay on her front side, with her legs tucked up underneath her, and her hands and arms pulled down between them. Her wrists were tied to the foot-board with an oversized silk handkerchief. Her face was pressed into the mattress, turned to her left, and Neal (just Neal, because she couldn’t remember his last name, if he had given it – most didn’t) stood behind her, rocking his hips at a dazzling pace, his cock sliding into and out of her pussy.

She had been in room seventeen of the hotel with Neal for five hours now, much longer than she normally held trow, and she was beginning to get sore. Neal, however, showed no signs of wanting to let up, and she was sure she could take it (oh, so good) at least for a little while longer. This was bound to be a big payout.

Niki felt the penis soften a bit, felt Neal’s pace begin to slow. Shit, that’s never a good sign, she thought. The penis slid out completely, and did not come back. She felt hollow, if only for a moment. She didn’t really do this job just to be able to fuck all the time, but it did feel good on this particular occasion. Neal’s cock was what you could call “pretty”, she supposed. It was just long enough, just thick enough, and perfectly straight. When he had let his trousers fall to the floor at the beginning of the foray, she had thought that this may be a good old time, a quick lick-a-do that she could get some pleasure out of, too, in addition to a nice stack of cash. Now, she was beginning to wonder.

She heard footsteps come around the side of the bed, and opened her eyes. There, jiggling and flopping around like a beached fish was Neal’s dick, as limp and flaccid as could be.

He didn’t say anything, just stood there, with his dick hanging in the breeze. She began to sit up, to unwind herself from this position, so she could do what she needed to, to get him back in the action.

But as soon as she wiggled, she saw the penis spasm, and the body it was attached to jumped into action, and she looked as far upward as she was able just in time to see Neal’s arm in the air. She felt the sting as he smacked her, hard, on the ass. It was a powerful swing, and the snap of his hand against her naked left buttock sent her synapses into a tizzy all the way up to her neck.

Neal didn’t say a word, just went back to standing there, and she didn’t move again until his dick stopped swinging. When she tried again, he hit her ass again, and she got a little scared. Her breathing sped up a little, but she was trying to keep him from noticing. She mustered as much calm as she could. She tried to get her seductive voice working, but it had been at least three hours since either of them spoke – the last time had been her, checking if he was alive when she was riding him, because he hadn’t moved at all and his dick had gone limp (go figure) and she couldn’t see his face behind that ridiculous old-fashioned party mask he wore – and her words came out raspy at first, then softened toward the end.

“I’m tied up, asshole. What am I supposed to do?”

Neal didn’t say anything, but stepped closer to the bed, and grabbed his own cock in his hand. He held it sprawled on the bed, and scooted his hips forward until the slimy tip of it bumped against her nose.

Fowl, she thought.

But she opened her mouth and sucked it in. Before long, it was hard again, but he didn’t take it away, yet. He grabbed a handful of hair behind her ear, and began fucking her mouth with the same ferocity he had attacked her pussy before.

She hated it, loathed it, but man, a buck’s a buck, especially when you are twenty-eight years old and this is the only skill you’ve mastered, and she had to give him credit – he did have good timing. He would stuff his penis into her mouth and buck like a rodeo cowboy for a minute or two, until she thought she couldn’t hold her breath any longer, and then he would pull it out, all the way out, and let her breath for about thirty seconds. At least he wasn’t letting her choke to death on a dick.

Neal performed this interesting act three times. On the last time, as he pulled out, his plosive dick shot cum all over her nose and mouth, and she inhaled a little, which set her to coughing.

While she was coughing the semen out of her lungs, Neal walked back behind her, and shoved it into her still-slick vagina again. Thank God that’s over.

She reveled in the fullness, felt her labia swell. She felt electricity as the edges of Neal’s aureate cockhead slid gently against the walls of her vagina, and pushed the thought of the horrible near-drowning out of her mind. She closed her eyes.

Oh, that feels so good.

November, 2009
Canyon Lake, Texas