Free The Lisa Series by Charles Arnold Page B

facing me, but she did not look in my direction. “Spread,” Silk said.
    She reached behind her and pulled her ass cheeks apart. Silk made her remain like that for a long time. He stared at her ass and stroked his cock. “Say it,” Silk commanded.
    “Please, I want you to...to fuck me.”
    “You ever play with yourself for Billy to watch?”
    “No.”
    “Say what you want again and call me something nice.”
    “Please, honey, please...fuck me.”
    “You ever show Billy your asshole like you’re showing me right now?”
    “No, never.”
    “Say again. Say what you want.”
    “Please, please honey,” Lisa’s voice was huskier now. She turned her head to look back at him. “I need it, honey. Put your...your cock in me...fuck me good.”
    Silk stood up. Quickly Lisa moved to the couch and lay down, spreading her legs. She raised her arms to pull him on top of her. She guided his thin, dark cock into her while she parted her lips to receive his tongue. Her beautiful legs wrapped around him. With her hands on his buttocks, she pulled him deeper into her, thrusting up to meet him. I could hear Silk moaning and grunting, and the rhythmic creaking of the old couch. The sounds were being faithfully recorded for Frank.
    “Jesus!!” Silk gasped. “You got a hot, tight cunt!” Then, his guttural cry filled the room as he came. Lisa continued to thrust furiously, but it was no good. Silk pulled out of her and rolled over, panting. Lisa sat up, her face and body flushed. She caught my eye but quickly looked down at Silk who lay there watching her.
    “I liked it,” she said.
    “But you didn’t come?”
    “Almost.”
    “You still hot then?”
    Lisa glanced at me and then at the tape. She placed his hand between her legs. “Feel,” she said. When he touched her, she gasped and pressed on his hand.
    “Well, Mrs. Lindal,” Silk grinned, “if you want more, why don’t you get yourself fixed up again? Make yourself look like a high priced whore for old Silk.”
    She stood up. “Yes,” she said.
    Silk looked at her. “Tell Billy, while he’s waiting for the second show, how about making us some coffee and bringing it in here.”
    Lisa crossed in front of me holding her blouse and skirt in front of her. Her face was scarlet. She could hardly speak. “Billy,” she looked directly at me, but I couldn’t tell what she was feeling, “can you make us some coffee?” I nodded. She disappeared down the hall. Before the coffee was ready, she had gone back into the living room.
    “Ahhh,” I could hear Silk saying, “that’s my girl. Sit here over here on the couch, by me.”
    In the kitchen, I put the cups on a tray along with cream and sugar and the coffeepot. I carried it into the living room. Silk was still naked. He looked grotesque: his pale skin splotched, his sunken chest, his scrawny neck, his skinny legs and long dirty toes; his skull like a cadaver, sunken eyes, thin lips, yellow teeth. The sight of him turned my stomach. Lisa wore a thin black nylon robe tied loosely at the front. She still had on her heels. She was snuggled up against him, his right arm around her, his hand inside the robe fondling her breast. She had reapplied her make-up. Her red lips seemed swollen.
    My hand shook as I poured the coffee. “Some wife you got here, Billy. She could probably make five hundred a night.” Silk said. He pinched her nipple. “And still hot, ain’t you?”
    “Yes,” she said, looking across at me, warning me with her eyes not to do anything.
    “What you hot for?” Silk asked.
    “For this.” She put her hand on Silk’s cock, but she continued to stare at me. She knew I was ready to explode. She seemed to be saying, ‘Hold on, it’s almost over’.”
    “It ain’t goin to do you no good like that, is it?” he said.
    “No.”
    “Got any ideas?”
    “Could Billy go back into the kitchen?” she asked.
    “In a couple of minutes. I want him to know what I been going through these last weeks.”