Free The Lisa Series by Charles Arnold

asked.
    She paused, looking up at him. “His little...cocksucker,” she said.
    “Do you like it when he calls you that?”
    “Yes.”
    “How come?”
    She lifted her head. “It...it makes me feel good when he calls me that.” Silk waited for her to explain. “I mean it makes me excited...makes me hot.” She thought for a moment. “And proud,” she added.
    Silk laughed out loud and turned toward me. “You hear that, Billy? Your pretty little woman here says she’s proud to be Frank’s cocksucker.” He looked down at Lisa who had bowed her head. “Ain’t that right?” he asked.
    “Yes,” she said, raising her head to meet his unblinking stare.
    “Well, Mrs. Lindal, I expect Frank will be pleased to hear it. And what about old Silk? You like doing him good? You learnin to like how it smells there in his crotch?” Instead of answering, she started to lower her head over his hard cock. “No,” Silk said quickly, “that’s enough for now. We got all afternoon. You can get up.” Lisa rose to her feet, standing once more between Silk’s spread knees. Silk looked up at her, smiling. “Now I want you to tell old Silk what he can do for you.”
    She stared at a spot above his head. “Touch me. I...I want to feel your hands on me.”
    “Where?”
    She cupped her breasts, “Here.” She opened her skirt and, unbuttoning the last button, drew it aside to show him her smooth pussy. She ran her finger along its crease. “And here,” she said looking at him now, “touch me all over.”
    Silk leaned forward. His long, thin fingers moved up her blouse and over her breasts. She shut her eyes, and I could see hear her draw in her breath sharply as he squeezed her nipples. “Like this?” Silk asked.
    “Yes...that’s right...open the buttons.”
    Silk quickly did as she asked and pulled at her bare nipples with his grimy fingers. “Hard,” Silk said. “They hard for Silk. Silk makin you hot?”
    “Yes...pinch them. That’s it...more.” She had closed her eyes and thrust her hips forward.
    “Yeah, sluts like a little pain with their sex. Your pussy wet?”
    “Yes.”
    “How come?”
    “I’m hot. You’re making me hot.”
    “You know Billy’s sitting there just like I did when Frank was doing you?”
    “Yes,” she said, “yes, but I can’t help it.”
    “Well, if you’re so hot,” Silk rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, then you must want somethin?”
    “Ahh...yes, yes I do.” Her head was back. Her eyes were shut.
    “Thinkin about it all day, was you?”
    “Yes, thinking about what you would do to me.” Her voice was still flat. She was simply saying words for the recorder.
    “That’s right. Now, take your skirt off. Stay here, close.
    Lisa unbuckled her belt and the skirt dropped. She stepped out of it and taking Silk’s hand placed it between her legs. “Please,” she whispered, “feel.” She stood on her toes and with both hands opened herself to him.
    “Jesus, Billy, she’s wet!” She gasped as Silk pushed a finger into her. “Can’t let that go to waste. Right, Lisa? You ready?”
    “Yes...yes, I am.”
    “Kiss,” he said.
    She hesitated, then leaned over and, taking his pockmarked face between her tiny hands, bent down to kiss him. His fingers were inside her and she squirmed as he masturbated her. I sat there watching, as she tongue kissed this skinny old man with the broken teeth. I watched as his hand moved between her legs. I watched as she lowered herself to her knees again to kneel in front of him.
    She quickly unlaced his filthy boots and slid them off, while he shrugged off his shirt and pulled a long-sleeved undershirt over his head. Scattered over his body and legs were, as Lisa had said, dark raised warts about the size of quarters. Lisa removed his black socks. His body was pale and thin, and his rib cage and hipbones were clearly visible. His feet, like his hands, were long and narrow and dirty. And Lisa, my dear Lisa, so exquisitely