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 CHAPTER 3
   When Kelly awoke the next morning she was alone.  She glanced over at
the china plate that she kept on the nightstand and saw a roll of hundred
dollar bills.  Alex had paid her handsomely before he left.
   Kelly never asked for money up front.  Her "lovers" knew she charged
five thousand dollars a night and usually put the money on the plate
discreetly on their way out.  On the surface, it would seem that she could
be easily stiffed for the cash, but the men knew that failure to pay would
mean never touching her voluptuous body again.  So far, no one had yet
denied her due.  Besides, to the men she serviced, a few thousand bucks was
pocket change.  Many of them often tipped her several hundred more. 
Besides, she didn't really do it for the money.  Her legitimate modeling
work had made her a bundle, and she knew that she could always go back to
it, if need be.  But either way, sex would be a necessity for her.  Her
libido was just too strong for her to do without.
   A photographer for a men's magazine had been her first paid lover, and
he quietly spread the word around that she was available, for a price. 
That price that had grown larger and larger over time, her own natural
looks and ability had seen to that.  She was well aware that she could
demand much more.
   Kelly opened the drapes and looked out upon the ocean.  It was a
beautiful Sunday morning and she planned to take a long walk on the beach.
   As she showered off the residue of the previous night she kept thinking
about Alex.  Kelly was surprised at herself for her feelings about him.  He
had been tender and kind.  Though most of the men she saw were nice enough,
the fact that she was a prostitute.  The fact that she was being paid for
her service was always just under the surface, but last night Kelly had
experienced a man who had given himself to her completely.  It made her
feel bad for taking his money.  Hell, for the way he'd made her cum, she
should have paid him!
   She pulled on a tight T-shirt that barely contained her tits and slipped
into a pair of cut-offs.  Kelly looked at herself in the mirror and was
very pleased.  Her legs were long and shapely and her shorts hardly covered
her heart shaped ass.
   As she brushed her thick brown hair her thoughts drifted back to Alex.
Never before in her life had she fucked anyone who could make her want to
settle down, but, she suddenly realized that was exactly what was going
through her mind now.
   "Get a grip girl.  It was business, that's all."
   Of course, she told herself, it was only an idle thought.  Alexander
Wentworth was far too important a man to get seriously involved with a girl
like her.  He was the kind of man who would decorate himself with a
sophisticated debutante, not a professional call girl.  Not even an
expensive one.
   "Hazard of the job, I guess." "Anyway, after the fucking I gave him,
he'll be back."
   When he did she would give him an experience that would make last night
seem like a friendly peck on the cheek.  The things she planned to do to
him brought a smile to her face, and left a wet spot on her panties.
   Her musing was suddenly interrupted by a knock at the door.
   Kelly's sister, Kari had called a week earlier and asked if she could
come and visit her.  Kari had just turned eighteen, the same age that Kelly
was when she had left home.  It had been eight years since she had last
seen her and Kelly was looking forward to seeing what kind of woman she had
grown up to be.  Still, Kelly was worried about why she was coming.
   When Kelly spoke to her, Kari had sounded upset, and Kelly was afraid
that she and her domineering father had had a falling out.  The very fact
that she had dared use the phone, instead of writing, indicated that
something was seriously amiss.  Her father certainly would never have
allowed it.  Kelly was sure of that.
   Kelly remembered her own falling out with her father.  She had lost her
virginity at the tender age of fifteen and, from that moment on, had
reveled in her newly awakened sexuality.  But she had been young and
foolish.  She was indiscreet in her actions and aroused suspicions in the
adults around her.  Finally, perhaps inevitably, a nosy teacher had caught
Kelly making love to her boyfriend in the girl's restroom.
   Kelly had been horrified at being caught and begged her not to tell, but
Salt Lake City was a town of harsh religious belief and Mrs.  Grant called
Kelly's father despite the frightened girl's pleas.
   He had said nothing to her on the long ride home.  He was cold, refusing
to even look at her.  Once home however, his anger had become apparent.  He
said terrible things to her and beat her unmercifully, but Kelly was
spirited and willful.  She remained defiant, refusing to accept that
physical love was wrong.  She couldn't accept that it was a sin to share
that love.  Even through her tears, she resisted his accusations, and,
ultimately, he declared her lost to him.
   She had been disowned and commanded to leave the family home.  Her only
solace was that Kari was at school.  She hadn't been there to witness her
older sister's disgrace and Kelly had found a small amount of comfort in
that.  She desperately hoped that Kari's visit was under better
circumstances.
   Kelly walked down the long flight of stairs and across the foyer of her
large beach house.  When she opened the door her smile quickly vanished. 
Instead of Kari, the person standing at the door was Detective Carl Roman.
   "Hi ya Kel" the police officer said as he walked past Kelly and into the
living room.
   "What are you doing here Carl?  Payday isn't till next week"
   Kelly's anger boiled instantly at his arrogance.  Slamming the door
shut, she followed him into the next room.
   Three years ago Detective Roman had been investigating one of her
"lovers" on a drug charge and had followed him to Kelly's home.  Intrigued
by Kelly's stunning looks, Carl had started watching her and it didn't take
him long to figure out what she did for a living.  One night when she
wasn't home he jimmied the lock to her house and found her client book.
   Carl pulled a cigarette from his pack and put it in his mouth.
   "You don't mind if I smoke, do ya Kel?"
   "I would rather you didn't"
   Kelly, already angry, was getting even more so by the minute.  She
really hated this guy.
   Carl struck a match, lit the cigarette and inhaled deeply.  He blew out
the match and dropped it on the expensive carpet.
   "Sorry, but I think better when I'm smoking"
   "Will you put that out?  You're going to stink up my house."
   Carl responded by flicking an ash on the floor.
   "You should leave an ashtray out, Kel.  It's easier on the rug."
   He was obviously enjoying her anger.
   Kelly walked to the kitchen and returned with a small bowl and handed it
to him with a poisonous glare.
   "Here, put your ashes in this if you must smoke that filthy thing."
   "Thank you kindly."
   The sarcasm was dripping from his tone.  Carl took the bowl from her and
flicked another ash on the floor.  He was clearly bating her but this time
Kelly didn't bite.  He decided to change tactics.
   "I'm hungry.  Are you planning on making some breakfast?" he asked in
mock innocence.
   "Fuck you Carl."
   Kelly had had enough.  This son of a bitch was not her friend and it
irritated her that he was acting like he was.
   "Get to the point.  What are you doing here?"
   "Does that mean no breakfast?" he prodded.
   "What the fuck do you want Carl!"
   Kelly had finally lost her composure, which was exactly what Carl was
trying waiting for.  He took another drag on his cigarette and blew smoke
in her face.
   "I happened to drive by last night and saw a brand new Jag in your
driveway."
   The smile on Carl's face indicated that he knew more than he was
admitting.  Kelly was still glaring at him and answered his sarcasm with
her own.
   "And I bet you just had to run its plates, didn't you."
   "Of course I did.  I had to make sure that it didn't belong to some
dangerous psychopath."
   Carl began to walk slowly in circles around Kelly, eying her bare legs
and shapely ass.
   "Imagine my surprise when I found out that the Jag belonged to Mr. 
Alexander Wentworth himself.  I doubt that Mr.  Wentworth's rather
conservative business associates would approve of his paying a prostitute
to fuck him every Saturday night."
   Kelly's eyes were filled with contempt.
   "Let me guess, you feel that a secret like that should be...... 
insured."
   She thought she knew what he was leading up to.  Kelly grabbed her purse
and pulled out her billfold.
   "How much is this one going to cost me?"
   "Actually, I was thinking of something a bit more, shall we say,
personal."
   Carl stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist as he
said it.
   "I've never had any thousand dollar pussy before.  Don't you think I've
waited long enough?"
   Carl lightly traced circles on her belly with his finger.
   "So, what do you say, sound fair to you?"
   Kelly clenched her teeth together.
   "Get your hands off me Carl.  I'm not your damned play toy."
   She tried to pry his hands apart, but he was far too strong.
   Kelly was surprised that he suddenly took an interest in her body.  He
had been blackmailing her to the tune of two thousand dollars a month ever
since he had gotten his hands on her client book, but in all that time he
had never so much as touched her.  Even though he was married, she figured
he would have been all over her long before now.  She was beginning to
think he was gay.
   "C'mon Kel, aren't you forgetting what you are.  You'd fuck anybody who
can meet your price.  However, if you don't feel like playing, I suppose I
could just call the tabloids.  I'm sure they would be interested in a story
of a high powered businessman's infidelity, told from a cop's perspective.
I wonder what his wife would say." "He's not married, you asshole" Kelly
snapped.
   "Who cares?  I'm sure he doesn't want the publicity either way. 
Besides, it undoubtedly would make the rest of your clients nervous."
   Carl sounded so Goddamn smug about it.  He cupped Kelly's breasts in his
hands and tweaked her nipples through the thin material.  As he buried his
face in the back of her neck he whispered in her ear.
   "Of course, if you're a good girl it can remain our little secret."
   Although she knew that because he stole the book he couldn't use it in a
court of law, he could sell it to any tabloid in the country.  The book
contained the names of some of the most famous celebrities in Hollywood, as
well as some of the most powerful businessmen in the state.  The exposure
would ruin many of their lives and Kelly couldn't let that happen.  She had
no choice but to do what he wanted.  Carl had her by the cunt-hair and she
knew it.  Kelly sighed in defeat
   "OK Carl, I get the message.  Just leave Alex out of this."
   "I'm touched by your concern Kel, but I knew you would see it my way."
   Carl ran his hands down Kelly's sides and over her belly.  Surprisingly,
his touch was a soft caress and Kelly's body began to respond to it against
her will.  She didn't want to enjoy this, but the libido that usually
served her so well was already betraying her.  Her nipples hardened at his
touch and her heartbeat increased as his hands roamed over her ass.
   Still standing behind her, Carl unsnapped her shorts and pulled her
T-shirt over her head.  He then removed his belt and let his pants fall to
the floor.  Just touching this young beauty was making Carl's cock throb
and he fumbled with the rest of his cloths as he tried to remove them.
   Kelly felt Carl's hardness press into her lower back and her pussy began
to lubricate.  As much as she hated this man she was forced to herself that
she was getting excited at the thought of fucking him.
   She was embarrassed by the state of arousal he was causing, but aroused
she was, and she decided to make the most of it.  As he removed the last of
his cloths Kelly turned around and took his stone hard cock in her hands.
She stepped out of her shorts and led him by his dick to the couch.
   Carl was happy that she was going along so willingly.  He leaned forward
and began licking and sucking her nipples.  "Sit down and spread your legs
bitch."
   His mouth was watering as he watched her slim and curvaceous figure
stretch out on the couch, supine and catlike.  As Carl knelt on the floor
Kelly spread her legs wide, giving him access to her moistened cunt.
   "Go ahead, lick my pussy you asshole.  Let me feel your tongue on my
clit!  Show that there's a man hidden somewhere inside that crappy suit"
   Kelly's voice was strained as the warmth of sex spread from her thighs
to the rest of her body.  She grabbed Carl's head with both hands and
pulled his face into her wet cunt.
   Carl lathered her pussy with his lips and tongue, pulling on her labia
and nipping at her clit.  He stabbed his tongue up into her cunt and rubbed
his nose against her clit.  Then he pressed his mouth against her cunt and
sucked her fluids out from the inside of her hot hole.  He soon settled on
an agonizing pace, his lips and tongue tracing the same path over her pussy
and onto her clit over and over again.
   "Oh Yeah Carl, That feels pretty good."
   Kelly was moaning with the pleasure as he sucked the juices from here
cunt.  The wonderful sensations of his tongue swirling over her pussy began
to stoke the fires of her lust.  She was beginning to think that this
wouldn't be so bad after all.
   Carl reached up and grabbed a handful of her tits and squeezed them
roughly.  He flicked at her nipples and pulled on them hard.
   "C'mon Carl, stick your finger inside me!  I want you to suck on my
clit. Oh yes!  Do it to me like that!  Oh shit yeah, you're gonna make me
cum!"
   Kelly was about to explode.  Her pussy was steaming and her nipples were
as hard as pebbles.  But just before she hit a glorious orgasm Carl
abruptly stopped his cunt licking and sat up.  "What!  What the hell are
you doing?  Don't stop now, I'm to close!"
   Kelly tried to pull him back down to her pussy but he pushed her away
roughly.
   "This isn't for your pleasure, bitch.  I just wanted your cunt to be
nice and wet before I fucked you.  Now, lie over the arm of the couch and
spread those pussy lips like a good whore."
   She tried to protest but he grabbed her by the hips and easily flipped
her small body over and stepped between her thighs from behind.
   Kelly began to fight against him but the feeling of his cock pushing
into her wet hole caused her to stop struggling.  Carl slid his cock all
the way into her in one stroke and grabbed a handful of her long hair.  He
pumped his dick in and out of her powerfully, using her hair to pull her
back on to him on each thrust.
   "You like it rough don't you bitch.  That's what you live for, isn't it?
To be used as a pleasure toy by men you don't even know!"
   Carl was pounding her hard, his thrusting hips back and forth, jabbing
his cock deeply into her body.
   Kelly preferred sex to be slow and sensual until the passions of her and
her lover reached uncontrollable heights, but this kind of uncaring fuck
that Carl was giving her was more like being raped.  He was like a mindless
animal, no skill, and no thought to the woman he was doing it to.
   "Carl, slow down!  I can make this very good for you if you will just
let me!"
   Kelly tried to reason with him but he continued his hurried thrusting.
   Kelly felt his hand press against her ass.  He forced a finger into her
rear passage and moved it up and down.  In a moment, he followed with a
second.
   Initially, this really turned Kelly on.  The feeling of his fingers
stretching her ass was a wonderful compliment to the rough fucking he was
still giving her, but when he pulled his slippery cock from her aching
pussy and placed it against her puckered ass hole, Kelly panicked.
   Never had Kelly taken a cock in the ass.  In the beginning of her sexual
awakening the subject of anal sex had simply never come up.  Later, she
decided to save the virginity of this one part of her body.  She knew that
someday she would meet a man for whom she would give up all others.  She
wanted that man to be the first to leave his seed in her ass, and Carl
definitely wasn't him.
   Knowing that Detective Roman wasn't going to stop just because asked him
to, Kelly had to think fast.  H
   When Carl began to push against her ass, Kelly squeezed her sphincter
muscles as tight as she could.  His cockhead rubbed against her brown hole
but he couldn't quite get the past her opening.  His grip on Kelly's hips
was painful and his hands were leaving red imprints on her smooth skin.
   Carl gritted his teeth and growled at her.
   "Loosen up bitch, I can't get it in!"
   Kelly knew that he was going to penetrate her ass soon.  Carl's cock was
dripping with her pussy juice and it was acting as a lubricant.  She could
feel his cock slowly making progress, working its way into her rear entry.
She screamed in pain.
   "AHH!  NO, WAIT! ........Please, I'm not ready........You're too big for
me."
   "That's to goddamn bad Kel, you're going to take it anyway!"
   Carl sounded uncaring and defiant, but in a moment of indecision he
relaxed his grip on her ass and she quickly turned around and dropped to
her knees in front of him.
   "It's OK Carl, I want your big cock up my ass, but you have to let me
get it, and me, ready."
   It was a bold faced lie but without another word Kelly slid her mouth
around his gooey cock and bathed it with her tongue.
   Carl thought that he was already hard enough to fuck the bitches' ass,
but watching her stuff her mouth with his dick was too much of a turn on
for him to stop her.  He figured that he would let her suck him for a few
minutes and then he would be hard enough to stick his dick through a block
of concrete.
   Kelly's experience at fellatio had taught her how to keep a man from
cumming even when he himself could no longer control it.  She had also
learned how to make almost any man cum in seconds.
   She cupped his sweaty balls in the palm of her hand and squeezed them
gently.  Then she started humming deep in her throat and swallowed his cock
completely, letting its length slide past her tonsils and down to its
roots. She bobbed her head furiously as she squeezed and fondled his hairy
nuts.
   "AH SHIT!"
   Carl was not expecting such an intense assault on his cock and he pushed
it all the way into her face as he started to cum uncontrollably.  His
semen boiled out of his balls, filling Kelly's mouth and sliding down her
throat.
   Kelly threw her head back slowly swallowed his load.  Then she dove back
on his purple rod and sucked noisily, draining it of everything he had
left. Only after Carl was completely spent did she remove her mouth.  He
was finished for the day.  Kelly was sure of it.  "Sorry.  I guess I just
lost control of myself"
   Kelly tried futilely to stroke his now limp cock back to life.  It was a
wasted effort.  For all intents and purposes his prick was dead.
   Carl's bravado vanished as fast as his erection
   "Ah, it's all right, Kel.  OK.  Maybe next time we can do...that."
   To Kelly's amusement, Carl was suddenly in a big hurry to leave.
   "Shit Kel, I gotta go."
   He hardly even looked at her as he quickly put on his pants and gathered
the rest of his cloths.  As he fumbled with his car keys he mumbled
something about seeing her next week.  In seconds, he was out the door.
   Kelly was relieved that he was gone, but she knew that he still wanted
to fuck her ass.  She also knew that next time he wouldn't be so easy to
sidetrack.
   Kelly also had another problem.  She was so hot that her pussy was
quivering and the son of a bitch hadn't even made her cum.  She hated to
think what that bastard would say if he knew what he really did to her.
   She ran a finger over her pink slit and plunged it into her depths.  Her
finger made wet squishing sounds as she worked it around, stretching the
walls of her flesh.  With deliberate slowness, Kelly worked another finger
into her pussy, and then another.  Kelly started a steady rhythm.  Her
three fingers sank down into her moistness and filled her like a thick
penis would.  She rotated her hand and brushed her thumb over her clit.
   The warmth of her touch caused her to let loose a moan of pleasure.  She
raised her hips off the couch and ran a finger onto her rosebud.  The idea
of taking a hard cock up her ass had turned her on much more than she
expected.  She sank her middle finger past the sphincter muscle until she
was down to the knuckle and then turned it one way and then another.  The
presence against the walls of her anus gave her a feeling of fullness that
she was unaccustomed to.  The fluids of her pussy ran down from her cunt
and onto her asshole, lubricating the finger now moving in and then back
out of her it.
   Kelly rubbed her hands up over her curved hips and caressed her breasts.
She tickled the underside of her tits and pinched her nipples.  With one
hand buried in her cunt, sloshing in her wetness, and the other kneading
her tits, Kelly was bringing herself into a frenzy of lust.  Her breathing
was heavy and her body was covered with sweat.  She draped one of her long,
shapely legs over the back of the couch and rested the other on the floor,
spreading her thighs and opening her cunt wide.
   Kelly could was sliding her fingers into her pussy and fucked herself
furiously with long, hard thrusts.  She pulled her tit up to her lips with
her other hand and sucked the tender nipple into her mouth.
   Sensations of pleasure were dancing over her skin like static
electricity, a glorious St.  Elmo's fire of passion burning into her flesh.
She closed her eyes and her body trembled as she neared climax.  Kelly
screamed as her orgasm rolled through her and her legs cramped as her body
convulsed with the tension of her orgasm.
   In a few moments it was over.  Kelly lay limp over the couch, her
fingers still drawing shapes in the wetness of her pussy.  But her
breathing wasn't slowing and her heartbeat was still loud in her ears. 
Kelly's passion was still inflamed.  She had a hunger that her hands and
fingers could not satisfy.  Without a man or another woman around, she had
only one choice left to her.
   In a daze, she walked naked up to her bedroom and dropped onto her bed.
Reaching into her nightstand, Kelly pulled out a long, flesh colored dildo.
   She wrapped her hand around the veined shaft of the rubberized cock and
stroked its length.  When she flipped the switch at its base it began to
vibrate along it's powerfully, pulsing with the promise of sexual release.
   Kelly sucked it into her mouth and swirled her tongue around the
vibrating head, coating it with her saliva.  Once it was wet, she ran it
down between her heaving breasts and drew circles around her brown nipples.
She shuddered as the dildo's vibrations were transferred from its rubber
tip to her flesh.  She drew it down her belly, pressed its length against
her slit and gasped as the warm vibrations played against her sensitive
labia.  Spreading her legs wide, Kelly placed the rubberized head at the
outside of her channel and slowly slid it into herself.
   Kelly's eyes opened wide as the stiff, vibrating head moved between her
pussy lips and into her channel.  She gripped it with both hands and jabbed
a good six inches into her steaming box, groaning loudly as it moved across
her clit.  Kelly tensed and pulled the remaining inches of the phallus into
her cunt, slamming it hard against the back of her womb.  It became
slippery with her natural lubrication and she had to fight to maintain her
grip on its base.  Kelly slowly drew the rubber cock out of her pussy,
rolling it like a log in water as she drug it across her clit.  Her hips
drew up and, like a sword, she plunged it back into her body.  Again Kelly
pulled it out of her pussy, listening to the sucking sounds that came from
her cunt as it gave up it prize.  Kelly moaned loudly as the vibrating dick
exited her gooey gash.
   Bringing the cum-coated cock to her lips she licked and sucked her
juices from its warm, smooth surface.  Kelly stretched her jaws wide and
let it slide into her mouth.  She fantasized that it was a real cock,
bursting with cum and about to fill her mouth with a giant load of pearl
white sperm.  She worked of its length over her tongue and swallowed the
pliant head.  Kelly fucked her own throat with the warm phallus, drawing it
up and out, only to suck it back down her throat once again.
   Her pussy was itching as if it were complaining about its emptiness. 
Kelly licked the last bit of her juice off the base of the dildo and then
placed the now clean toy back at the entrance of her womanhood.  She
slowly, tortuously, pressed it between her labia and gasped as the full
width entered her channel again.  Kelly twisted and turned it back and
forth as she drove it into her aching pussy and gasped throatily as the
giant dildo finally hit bottom.
   She closed her thighs around it tightly and rolled onto her side as the
vibrations penetrated her innermost being.  Holding it only with the
muscles of her pussy, Kelly pinched and pulled at her hardened nipples,
giving in completely to her lustful passion.  She was quickly approaching
the bliss of sexual ecstasy and stars appeared before her eyes as her
vision blurred.  Her body was as tightly coiled as a spring, waiting for
release.  Her mind swooned and her pussy flowed freely as her moment hit.
   Moans came from deep within her sweat-covered body as multiple orgasms
rolled through her being as the vibrator continued its insidious effect on
her clit.  Her nerve endings danced under her skin as the climaxes began to
overcome her and the sounds of animal passion escaped her lips.
   The plastic dildo was oblivious to what it was doing to her and Kelly's
own sexual hunger wouldn't let her pull it out of her soaking cunt.  After
what seemed like centuries of lustful nirvana, Kelly lost consciousness.
   As her body relaxed, the dildo worked its way out of her inflamed pussy
and plopped down into a puddle of female cum on the sheets of her bed.
  
Kelly's Passion chapter 3