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I have tried to write a story about a girl from an Eastern Block country who comes to the States with a promise of work after she wins a local beauty contest...I haven't got very far!!
Marriage of Covenience: Part I
Ester Rovitch was something of a small town celebrity in the dull gray Byelorussian town of Gdersk. She was a tall slender blond beauty, and possessed a fine a pair of breasts: generous, but seemingly oblivious to the problem of gravity. Her claim to fame was that she had won first prize in a beauty contest held in the nearby provincial capital: quite a feather in the cap of a twenty year old from a poor family.
Her father was a drunk. What little he got from his job as caretaker of the depressing apartment block where the Rovitches lived was dedicated to the purchase of alcohol. Were it not for the efforts of Maria Rovitch, Ester’s weary mother, the five children would go hungry. The diminutive mother had three jobs, all menial, and looked nearly twice her actual age. Maria relied on Ester, as the eldest daughter, to tend to a long list of heavy chores. This was something the girl resented…her brothers seemed somehow exempt from domestic duties: indeed they were not averse to issuing their elder sister with orders to do this and that, much to her annoyance.
Conditions were cramped in the basement apartment. Ester hated the lack of privacy. Josef, her eighteen year old brother, was a dirty minded little creep. Ester was forced to share a room with him. He was always alert for an unguarded moment when Ester might reveal some naked flesh, and he had gotten lucky on many occasions. Once Ester thought she was alone in the apartment and was dressed only in a pair of panties when Josef had barged into the room. He was thrilled to the core at the sight of her size 36D breasts jiggling about. Ester had tried to cover herself as she attempted to pull on a bra. Josef feigned some good humoured teasing but she knew well that he was ogling her and taking nasty pleasure in her discomfort. That night as she lay in her bed there was no mistaking the furious panting from a few feet away as Josef jerked himself off.
He disgusted her. She knew he kept a store of hardcore pornography under his bed. She daren’t inform her parents. Lord no! When she had complained to her Dad that Josef had been going through her bras and panties Seb Rovitch had brought his eldest daughter to her room, and in front of her brother, had forced her to strip naked and lie across the bed to receive a ferocious beating with his leather belt. Her father’s anger was intense and inexplicable.
“You dirty little whore…You think you are something special ? “ he had spat out as he flaked her bare buttocks. “You will never accuse Josef again you slut”. The menfolk’s eyes took in every inch of naked flesh; her curvy buttocks; the hairy mound of greasy looking pink skin that lay invitingly between her legs; her narrow waist; her big milky tits; her perfect mouth and quivering lips. Josef, who had an excellent view of his humiliated sister, gave a sickening grin. Far from being contrite he was reveling in the beauty queen’s nudity. He was his father’s son when it came to the relations between the sexes. Women were put on this earth to meekly serve their menfolk in every way. A man possessed authority by virtue of his very existence. Ester had sobbed and sobbed while the thrashing went on. When he finished Seb ordered Ester to open her underwear drawer. He commanded her to put on a white bra and panties. She complied meekly. She was so ashamed. “We are a respectable family…You will never accuse your brother or any other man in such a way. It dosen’t matter whether you are twenty or thirty or forty…you must behave modestly and with dignity. Now go and stand by the wall for the next hour!” After her father left the room Josef brazenly opened her underwear drawer, took out a pair of used panties, sniffed them, and then, with eyes narrowed like a snake, told her she was a proper little slut.
That night the whole household was sent to bed early by Seb…Through the thin walls Ester heard the grunting of her drunken father as he mounted her meek and exhausted mother. Whatever strange things went on in men’s minds, it was clear to Ester that both her father and brother were considerably sexually aroused during the evening’s punishment ceremony…and she corrected guessed that that night her mother would have to share her naked body with Seb more than once. Josef, who did not have the same facilities, had to content himself with jerking himself off to remembered images of his “stuck up” sister’s naked body contorting in pain. Smuggled into his bed were a couple of silky knickers and bras which he draped over his erection and into which he ultimately squirted his thick white juice. The knowledge that Ester would eventually have to wear them (for she had so little what else could she do) made him particularly pleased. Life was good. The old man might be a drunk but he knew how to lay down the law in his own house. Josef dreamed that soon he would have a wife would do all the things he had seen in his magazines.
A lot of girls in Gdersk were well married by the age of twenty. Indeed, many had swollen bellies, a testament to their eager husbands’ dedication to the cause of “dividing and multiplying”. Many ended up sharing cramped quarters with their in-laws. It was a case of “out of the frying pan into the fire”, and created terrible tension within households. Any young man or woman who could emigrate disappeared as fast as they could go from Gdersk. The problem was that most of the emigrants needed to pay traffickers thousands to get into the rich developed countries to the west.
Ester knew that she could never afford the money to get to France or Italy or Germany. But increasingly she began to think of something she had been told after she had won the beauty contest in Sherlinck. The fat sleek bald impresario, Carl Sharovitch, who had organized the event had taken something of a shine to Ester. He had missed no opportunity to rub himself up against her, and more than once had marched into the dressing area backstage while she was changing outfits. He had caught her naked, and given her a friendly pat on her bottom. She was a shy girl and felt ashamed even to enter such a contest…but winning would mean a cash prize , and her father had ordered her to get involved. When she won her father collected her winnings for her, and was in deep conversation with Carl for some minutes. Apparently Carl thought she could get work as a model in the USA, but it would involve going through a “pretend” marriage in order to get a work permit. Carl said that there would be “guaranteed work” with a good agency and because of this the usual exorbitant sums payable to the traffickers need not be paid up front but rather over a period of months. She had dismissed the idea at the time, but now, as the situation in her home became more grim, she began to think about it as a real possibility. Ester was surprised when her father said that she could investigate the matter further: no doubt he felt that his daughter might be able to do well and send him home some “hard” currency.
Esther contacted Carl Sharovitch who was full of enthusiasm. She explained she had no money to pay his fees. He said that was OK…he would receive commission for finding such a lovely girl. By the Spring it was all organized. She would get a temporary visa, would fly to New Orleans supposedly for a holiday with a distant relative, and would then go through the motions of marrying in order to secure a permit. It sounded good. The model agency would look after almost everything.
And so it came to be that on April 3rd Ester found herself in a huge plane landing at New Orleans at 10am . She was dressed in a simple cotton dress made for her by her Aunt . She wore her long blond hair in two pigtails. She had only a small bag…everything was to be supplied! It was so exciting, and so frightening! She was to look for a man holding a sign for ELITE AGENCY. In fact there were two men. Both were Afro Americans, which came as a shock as Ester had never seen a black man except on TV. They seemed very pleased with her. They were smiling at her and one another. Jeb was the taller of the two. He was huge…may be 6’3” and built like a tank. The other guy, Lenny was shorter and thinner. He had a mean hard look. Lenny asked Ester for her Passport and her papers. She gave them willingly. She had been terrified she might lose them and get into trouble. Jeb drove a very large American car…America looked so different to home. There were so many black people…and shops everywhere and cars. Wow. Then they seemed to be traveling through a poorer part of town. The buildings were run down. At corners men stood about. It seemed vaguely threatening. But Jeb kept up small talk and she felt fine. Ester was tired having traveled through the night. Jeb explained that they would be going straight to the Registrar “for the ceremony”. It was vital, he said , to get the marriage over straight away to avoid trouble with the police. Ester’s English was poor…she barely understood Jeb…but nodded her approval anyway.
The Marriage Registrar’s office was on the second floor. Jeb introduced her (in the lift) to a fat white man of about sixty…Joey DeNiro. He had some scars on his face and one of his front teeth had gone bad. Joey was the bridegroom! Ester laughed nervously and shook hands. Jeb said “Remember Ester you gotta look like you love this guy!” They all laughed again…Lenny’s laugh reminded Ester of Josef back home: mean…maybe a bit sick.
The ceremony seemed to fly by , and as she had been warned to do, Ester kissed Joey meekly when he turned to her and smiled…just after the Registrar pronounced them “man and wife”.
Then it was off in the big car once again…only this time Joey was her driver and the two black men said they’d see her tomorrow.
Joey didn’t say much on the journey. He seemed hot and uncomfortable. Ester noticed him glancing down at her shapely legs once, and another time he seemed to be adjusting the mirror in a way that allowed him to see her chest.
“You got a boyfriend at home”
“No…”
“You bin married ?”
“No…only to you!”she smiled her hardest but felt lonesome inside.
“You never bin with a guy”
“I am not understanding…please to explain”
“Ah nuttin…”
They arrived in a run down suburban area and Joey turned the car into a driveway beside a house clearly in need of repair. Joey showed Ester to her room upstairs. He ushered her up in front of him, and stole a look under her skirt. She was gorgeous. He was breathing heavily and sweating…When they got inside the room Joey put her bag on the bed. It was a double bed. Joey said he’d be just downstairs if she wanted anything. Then he was gone. Ester thought about having a wash but she was too tired. She drew the curtains and pulled her skirt over her head, and threw the dress on a chair. As she unhitched her bra she felt relief as tired breasts swung free. She rubbed them momentarily and then dropped her panties to the floor. There was a neatly wrapped package on her pillow. It had a card.
“Welcome to America, Ester!” She tore of the paper and found a cream coloured silk nightie inside. She slipped it on…It was beautiful, but very skimpy. Certainly her father would have a lot to say about it! Hell, he was thousands of miles away. She would wear it…Just then the door opened. It was Joey. He had gotten out of his suit and had on shorts and a T shirt. He was carrying a tray with champagne on it. Ester was acutely embarrassed to be surprised in her nightie. She was sure that the fat old man could see most of her breasts…and the frilly edging barely concealed her buttocks… “God, why did I undress so quickly..?” she thought. “A glass to celebrate our marriage!” exclaimed Joey… “Ah yes of course…”She understood the joke. “If you excuse please I will get dressed and come down”
“No need for that honey…Here take the glass” Joey shoved the big glass into her hand. She sipped shyly, and averted her eyes. This allowed Joey to see her fabulous tits…hell he could plainly see the nipples protruding. With her blond pigtails and baby blue eyes Ester looked the picture of innocence, but Joey figured she must have been “around the block a few times”. In fact Ester was a virgin. Guys had felt her up….squeezed her tits: one man had his finger in…but she wouldn’t let any of them put their dicks near her. Joey left down his glass. Hers was empty…and she felt strange…Must be all the travel, she thought. But it was more than that…Joey had slipped a little something to relax her in the drink.
What happened next was shocking…almost to the point where Ester didn’t believe what she heard and saw. Joey pulled off his shorts and held a huge greasy erection in his hand.
“Okay Babe, Lets get the action going. Get on your knees I want a blow job”
Ester stepped back. What did he say? She tried to form words but the sight of Joey’s smelly genitalia was too much.
“Come babe…Time to suck your new husband…You know…putta the dick inna the mouth”. He gestured to explain what he meant.
“Hell, we is husband and wife!” he added.
“Please no Mr. Joey” she whispered. Joey had been excited. Now he was really excited. This dumb bitch wasn’t getting it. He reached out and tore the nightie right down the front. Ester didn’t try to fight : she didn’t try to run. She just stood there like a rabbit in the lights! Joey caught her neck and pulled her close to him. She could smell the sweat rising from his unwashed body. She was shaking. Here she was alone with this fat bald smelly old man…He was her lawful husband…Joey enjoyed her timid inexperienced manner. He put his tongue in her mouth. His excitement was reaching fever pitch. He grabbed her shoulders suddenly and forced her to her knees. Straight in front of her face was his erect uncircumcised penis. It was long think and covered in blue veins. The top was sliding out of its greasy hood. She noticed a cheesy whiff….His testicles swung beneath the organ, one much lower than the other. He grabbed her hair and told her to open her mouth and he drove his cock between her lips. It was unreal…it was fabulous!
He sat onto the bed and made her lower her face once again. “Suck it babe” She understood the order and began to move her mouth up and down on him.
“Suck I said…And look up at me”
Christ he thought, the sight of those baby blues looking up meekly at him….the sensation of her juicy mouth…Better not come. What a struggle.. As she sucked he pulled the torn nightie from her shoulders and reached down to fondles her tits. Grabbing a pigtail he yanked her head free and pressed her down to his balls.
“Lick em” he croaked excitedly “ Lick em.”
Dutifully she began to lick. She tasted the sweat and the salt and wanted to vomit. Joey was thinking…Will I do her doggy style. Naw, I gotta see her spread out there looking up at me…He began to mutter…
“You’re mine now babe…bought and paid for…You are MINE…my little wife. “
He thought of how one of the guys at school said that the priest told his brother Frankie before he married his pregnant girlfriend… “Remember she’ll be yours once the ceremony ends. You can do her as often as you want where you want…You can put it in where ever…Her mouth, her fanny, her asshole…Don’t ever take no shit from her…if she acts up drag her to the floor, turn her over, get her knickers down and shove it in good n hard. She’ll soon learn…she is yours” Joey had been so turned on to hear that speech, sometimes when he was sent on a message to Silvano’s he stared at Mrs. Silvano and imagined how Frankie stripped her and put it in her. She seemed so clean and good…yet at night he must have her spread out on the bed with his cock up her fanny. How could she go around, so stuck up and proper, so fucking religious, and still be getting it every which way. The slut! When the Silvanos were away, Joey’s Mom had the key to look after stuff…Joey had got it and sneaked in…He had gone to Mrs. Silvano’s bedroom drawers and found her little stash of personal stuff. It was in the early 60s and she had sexy stuff…real sexy. Nylon pantyhose, a garter belt, girdles, bras, panties, nightdresses. There was other stuff…Condoms, some kinda jelly…Joey had been so excited…he had really looked round…Frankie was a photographer, with his own shop. There were pictures. Dirty pictures…of Mrs. Silvano. On her hands and knees naked. With her hands tied. On her back with her legs wide…With men…other men…Joey had come in his pants…It all flashed before him now, in a second…as this beautiful foreign innocent squirmed before him. That was how Joey got interested in a career in the sex industry...He had risen through the ranks, and now the boss was rewarding his with this umb broad from Russia or whereever...
He looked at his trembling naked young wife...
I have tried to write a story about a girl from an Eastern Block country who comes to the States with a promise of work after she wins a local beauty contest...I haven't got very far!!
Marriage of Covenience: Part I
Ester Rovitch was something of a small town celebrity in the dull gray Byelorussian town of Gdersk. She was a tall slender blond beauty, and possessed a fine a pair of breasts: generous, but seemingly oblivious to the problem of gravity. Her claim to fame was that she had won first prize in a beauty contest held in the nearby provincial capital: quite a feather in the cap of a twenty year old from a poor family.
Her father was a drunk. What little he got from his job as caretaker of the depressing apartment block where the Rovitches lived was dedicated to the purchase of alcohol. Were it not for the efforts of Maria Rovitch, Ester’s weary mother, the five children would go hungry. The diminutive mother had three jobs, all menial, and looked nearly twice her actual age. Maria relied on Ester, as the eldest daughter, to tend to a long list of heavy chores. This was something the girl resented…her brothers seemed somehow exempt from domestic duties: indeed they were not averse to issuing their elder sister with orders to do this and that, much to her annoyance.
Conditions were cramped in the basement apartment. Ester hated the lack of privacy. Josef, her eighteen year old brother, was a dirty minded little creep. Ester was forced to share a room with him. He was always alert for an unguarded moment when Ester might reveal some naked flesh, and he had gotten lucky on many occasions. Once Ester thought she was alone in the apartment and was dressed only in a pair of panties when Josef had barged into the room. He was thrilled to the core at the sight of her size 36D breasts jiggling about. Ester had tried to cover herself as she attempted to pull on a bra. Josef feigned some good humoured teasing but she knew well that he was ogling her and taking nasty pleasure in her discomfort. That night as she lay in her bed there was no mistaking the furious panting from a few feet away as Josef jerked himself off.
He disgusted her. She knew he kept a store of hardcore pornography under his bed. She daren’t inform her parents. Lord no! When she had complained to her Dad that Josef had been going through her bras and panties Seb Rovitch had brought his eldest daughter to her room, and in front of her brother, had forced her to strip naked and lie across the bed to receive a ferocious beating with his leather belt. Her father’s anger was intense and inexplicable.
“You dirty little whore…You think you are something special ? “ he had spat out as he flaked her bare buttocks. “You will never accuse Josef again you slut”. The menfolk’s eyes took in every inch of naked flesh; her curvy buttocks; the hairy mound of greasy looking pink skin that lay invitingly between her legs; her narrow waist; her big milky tits; her perfect mouth and quivering lips. Josef, who had an excellent view of his humiliated sister, gave a sickening grin. Far from being contrite he was reveling in the beauty queen’s nudity. He was his father’s son when it came to the relations between the sexes. Women were put on this earth to meekly serve their menfolk in every way. A man possessed authority by virtue of his very existence. Ester had sobbed and sobbed while the thrashing went on. When he finished Seb ordered Ester to open her underwear drawer. He commanded her to put on a white bra and panties. She complied meekly. She was so ashamed. “We are a respectable family…You will never accuse your brother or any other man in such a way. It dosen’t matter whether you are twenty or thirty or forty…you must behave modestly and with dignity. Now go and stand by the wall for the next hour!” After her father left the room Josef brazenly opened her underwear drawer, took out a pair of used panties, sniffed them, and then, with eyes narrowed like a snake, told her she was a proper little slut.
That night the whole household was sent to bed early by Seb…Through the thin walls Ester heard the grunting of her drunken father as he mounted her meek and exhausted mother. Whatever strange things went on in men’s minds, it was clear to Ester that both her father and brother were considerably sexually aroused during the evening’s punishment ceremony…and she corrected guessed that that night her mother would have to share her naked body with Seb more than once. Josef, who did not have the same facilities, had to content himself with jerking himself off to remembered images of his “stuck up” sister’s naked body contorting in pain. Smuggled into his bed were a couple of silky knickers and bras which he draped over his erection and into which he ultimately squirted his thick white juice. The knowledge that Ester would eventually have to wear them (for she had so little what else could she do) made him particularly pleased. Life was good. The old man might be a drunk but he knew how to lay down the law in his own house. Josef dreamed that soon he would have a wife would do all the things he had seen in his magazines.
A lot of girls in Gdersk were well married by the age of twenty. Indeed, many had swollen bellies, a testament to their eager husbands’ dedication to the cause of “dividing and multiplying”. Many ended up sharing cramped quarters with their in-laws. It was a case of “out of the frying pan into the fire”, and created terrible tension within households. Any young man or woman who could emigrate disappeared as fast as they could go from Gdersk. The problem was that most of the emigrants needed to pay traffickers thousands to get into the rich developed countries to the west.
Ester knew that she could never afford the money to get to France or Italy or Germany. But increasingly she began to think of something she had been told after she had won the beauty contest in Sherlinck. The fat sleek bald impresario, Carl Sharovitch, who had organized the event had taken something of a shine to Ester. He had missed no opportunity to rub himself up against her, and more than once had marched into the dressing area backstage while she was changing outfits. He had caught her naked, and given her a friendly pat on her bottom. She was a shy girl and felt ashamed even to enter such a contest…but winning would mean a cash prize , and her father had ordered her to get involved. When she won her father collected her winnings for her, and was in deep conversation with Carl for some minutes. Apparently Carl thought she could get work as a model in the USA, but it would involve going through a “pretend” marriage in order to get a work permit. Carl said that there would be “guaranteed work” with a good agency and because of this the usual exorbitant sums payable to the traffickers need not be paid up front but rather over a period of months. She had dismissed the idea at the time, but now, as the situation in her home became more grim, she began to think about it as a real possibility. Ester was surprised when her father said that she could investigate the matter further: no doubt he felt that his daughter might be able to do well and send him home some “hard” currency.
Esther contacted Carl Sharovitch who was full of enthusiasm. She explained she had no money to pay his fees. He said that was OK…he would receive commission for finding such a lovely girl. By the Spring it was all organized. She would get a temporary visa, would fly to New Orleans supposedly for a holiday with a distant relative, and would then go through the motions of marrying in order to secure a permit. It sounded good. The model agency would look after almost everything.
And so it came to be that on April 3rd Ester found herself in a huge plane landing at New Orleans at 10am . She was dressed in a simple cotton dress made for her by her Aunt . She wore her long blond hair in two pigtails. She had only a small bag…everything was to be supplied! It was so exciting, and so frightening! She was to look for a man holding a sign for ELITE AGENCY. In fact there were two men. Both were Afro Americans, which came as a shock as Ester had never seen a black man except on TV. They seemed very pleased with her. They were smiling at her and one another. Jeb was the taller of the two. He was huge…may be 6’3” and built like a tank. The other guy, Lenny was shorter and thinner. He had a mean hard look. Lenny asked Ester for her Passport and her papers. She gave them willingly. She had been terrified she might lose them and get into trouble. Jeb drove a very large American car…America looked so different to home. There were so many black people…and shops everywhere and cars. Wow. Then they seemed to be traveling through a poorer part of town. The buildings were run down. At corners men stood about. It seemed vaguely threatening. But Jeb kept up small talk and she felt fine. Ester was tired having traveled through the night. Jeb explained that they would be going straight to the Registrar “for the ceremony”. It was vital, he said , to get the marriage over straight away to avoid trouble with the police. Ester’s English was poor…she barely understood Jeb…but nodded her approval anyway.
The Marriage Registrar’s office was on the second floor. Jeb introduced her (in the lift) to a fat white man of about sixty…Joey DeNiro. He had some scars on his face and one of his front teeth had gone bad. Joey was the bridegroom! Ester laughed nervously and shook hands. Jeb said “Remember Ester you gotta look like you love this guy!” They all laughed again…Lenny’s laugh reminded Ester of Josef back home: mean…maybe a bit sick.
The ceremony seemed to fly by , and as she had been warned to do, Ester kissed Joey meekly when he turned to her and smiled…just after the Registrar pronounced them “man and wife”.
Then it was off in the big car once again…only this time Joey was her driver and the two black men said they’d see her tomorrow.
Joey didn’t say much on the journey. He seemed hot and uncomfortable. Ester noticed him glancing down at her shapely legs once, and another time he seemed to be adjusting the mirror in a way that allowed him to see her chest.
“You got a boyfriend at home”
“No…”
“You bin married ?”
“No…only to you!”she smiled her hardest but felt lonesome inside.
“You never bin with a guy”
“I am not understanding…please to explain”
“Ah nuttin…”
They arrived in a run down suburban area and Joey turned the car into a driveway beside a house clearly in need of repair. Joey showed Ester to her room upstairs. He ushered her up in front of him, and stole a look under her skirt. She was gorgeous. He was breathing heavily and sweating…When they got inside the room Joey put her bag on the bed. It was a double bed. Joey said he’d be just downstairs if she wanted anything. Then he was gone. Ester thought about having a wash but she was too tired. She drew the curtains and pulled her skirt over her head, and threw the dress on a chair. As she unhitched her bra she felt relief as tired breasts swung free. She rubbed them momentarily and then dropped her panties to the floor. There was a neatly wrapped package on her pillow. It had a card.
“Welcome to America, Ester!” She tore of the paper and found a cream coloured silk nightie inside. She slipped it on…It was beautiful, but very skimpy. Certainly her father would have a lot to say about it! Hell, he was thousands of miles away. She would wear it…Just then the door opened. It was Joey. He had gotten out of his suit and had on shorts and a T shirt. He was carrying a tray with champagne on it. Ester was acutely embarrassed to be surprised in her nightie. She was sure that the fat old man could see most of her breasts…and the frilly edging barely concealed her buttocks… “God, why did I undress so quickly..?” she thought. “A glass to celebrate our marriage!” exclaimed Joey… “Ah yes of course…”She understood the joke. “If you excuse please I will get dressed and come down”
“No need for that honey…Here take the glass” Joey shoved the big glass into her hand. She sipped shyly, and averted her eyes. This allowed Joey to see her fabulous tits…hell he could plainly see the nipples protruding. With her blond pigtails and baby blue eyes Ester looked the picture of innocence, but Joey figured she must have been “around the block a few times”. In fact Ester was a virgin. Guys had felt her up….squeezed her tits: one man had his finger in…but she wouldn’t let any of them put their dicks near her. Joey left down his glass. Hers was empty…and she felt strange…Must be all the travel, she thought. But it was more than that…Joey had slipped a little something to relax her in the drink.
What happened next was shocking…almost to the point where Ester didn’t believe what she heard and saw. Joey pulled off his shorts and held a huge greasy erection in his hand.
“Okay Babe, Lets get the action going. Get on your knees I want a blow job”
Ester stepped back. What did he say? She tried to form words but the sight of Joey’s smelly genitalia was too much.
“Come babe…Time to suck your new husband…You know…putta the dick inna the mouth”. He gestured to explain what he meant.
“Hell, we is husband and wife!” he added.
“Please no Mr. Joey” she whispered. Joey had been excited. Now he was really excited. This dumb bitch wasn’t getting it. He reached out and tore the nightie right down the front. Ester didn’t try to fight : she didn’t try to run. She just stood there like a rabbit in the lights! Joey caught her neck and pulled her close to him. She could smell the sweat rising from his unwashed body. She was shaking. Here she was alone with this fat bald smelly old man…He was her lawful husband…Joey enjoyed her timid inexperienced manner. He put his tongue in her mouth. His excitement was reaching fever pitch. He grabbed her shoulders suddenly and forced her to her knees. Straight in front of her face was his erect uncircumcised penis. It was long think and covered in blue veins. The top was sliding out of its greasy hood. She noticed a cheesy whiff….His testicles swung beneath the organ, one much lower than the other. He grabbed her hair and told her to open her mouth and he drove his cock between her lips. It was unreal…it was fabulous!
He sat onto the bed and made her lower her face once again. “Suck it babe” She understood the order and began to move her mouth up and down on him.
“Suck I said…And look up at me”
Christ he thought, the sight of those baby blues looking up meekly at him….the sensation of her juicy mouth…Better not come. What a struggle.. As she sucked he pulled the torn nightie from her shoulders and reached down to fondles her tits. Grabbing a pigtail he yanked her head free and pressed her down to his balls.
“Lick em” he croaked excitedly “ Lick em.”
Dutifully she began to lick. She tasted the sweat and the salt and wanted to vomit. Joey was thinking…Will I do her doggy style. Naw, I gotta see her spread out there looking up at me…He began to mutter…
“You’re mine now babe…bought and paid for…You are MINE…my little wife. “
He thought of how one of the guys at school said that the priest told his brother Frankie before he married his pregnant girlfriend… “Remember she’ll be yours once the ceremony ends. You can do her as often as you want where you want…You can put it in where ever…Her mouth, her fanny, her asshole…Don’t ever take no shit from her…if she acts up drag her to the floor, turn her over, get her knickers down and shove it in good n hard. She’ll soon learn…she is yours” Joey had been so turned on to hear that speech, sometimes when he was sent on a message to Silvano’s he stared at Mrs. Silvano and imagined how Frankie stripped her and put it in her. She seemed so clean and good…yet at night he must have her spread out on the bed with his cock up her fanny. How could she go around, so stuck up and proper, so fucking religious, and still be getting it every which way. The slut! When the Silvanos were away, Joey’s Mom had the key to look after stuff…Joey had got it and sneaked in…He had gone to Mrs. Silvano’s bedroom drawers and found her little stash of personal stuff. It was in the early 60s and she had sexy stuff…real sexy. Nylon pantyhose, a garter belt, girdles, bras, panties, nightdresses. There was other stuff…Condoms, some kinda jelly…Joey had been so excited…he had really looked round…Frankie was a photographer, with his own shop. There were pictures. Dirty pictures…of Mrs. Silvano. On her hands and knees naked. With her hands tied. On her back with her legs wide…With men…other men…Joey had come in his pants…It all flashed before him now, in a second…as this beautiful foreign innocent squirmed before him. That was how Joey got interested in a career in the sex industry...He had risen through the ranks, and now the boss was rewarding his with this umb broad from Russia or whereever...
He looked at his trembling naked young wife...
