The Family Haven

BOOK TWO
Chapter 1

It was always a relief for Alice to get away from the hazy cigarette-smoke infested atmosphere and the continual noise of the rooms of the gambling joint. Not that she found the time dragged for her duty hours in the saloons of the Gregley Club. Far from it. A curvaceous dish such as Alice Marlow was never given time to be bored amidst the noise and activity of the roulette and dice tables. Always there was a gambler, a client ready to buy her drinks in exchange either for her encouragement or her sympathy if he happened to be one of the unfortunates on a losing streak.

It was not one of these unfortunates who was responsible for her leaving the club at this moment. Indeed, it was a man who had been on the crest of a winning streak that had cost Marko Hymes plenty. Marko didn't like paying the weekly wages to his staff, let alone paying out to a winning client who had headed straight out of the place as soon as his winnings topped the three grand mark. Fearful that John would not be returning to the club to play again, and so give them a chance to get even, it had not taken Marko long to find out where the big winner was staying and what he was doing in town.

John Graham was the name of the client who had to be kept on tap to bring his winnings back to the Gregley establishment and he was just about to turn in after his very happy and successful evening's gambling, when he heard a soft knock at the door of his hotel bedroom, and who should be find there when he opened it but one of the attractive girls he had noticed at the gambling club.

Alice had been brought by taxi in company with one of Marko's henchmen and given her instructions. Whatever else she had to do, she had to make sure this John Graham returned to the club on a subsequent evening before he left London. There was nothing exclusive about the Gregley to make him return there, except that he had been lucky there, but if there was a woman he fucked and desired… well… then he would be almost certain to return. Alice had to be that woman, she had to make this elderly visitor to town want to see her again, and he would only be able to see her if he came back to gamble at the Gregley.

"What the heck are you doing here?" Graham looked at his shapely visitor. "I thought you were in the club this evening? Didn't I see you there?"

Alice closed the door. "Yes, I was there. I saw you too. I thought you looked like a man who was in London for only a short time and you looked lonely. Of course, if you don't want me to stay I will go at once." She turned towards the door. She knew he had been greedily and intently looking at the low-cut neckline of her gown. His eyes had feasted on the brimming full contours of her breasts as they almost burst from the tight confines of the bodice. John Graham was surprised at her sudden arrival. He was a long way from his home town. Down from Newcastle on business and with his wife being lonely at home, there was little need for him to be lonely as well… not now, at any rate,

"I… I… I never expected you to follow me up here," he muttered. "I saw you several times while I was at the roulette table. You are very lovely, my dear, I think you are one of the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

She smiled at him, her expression sent thrills of lustful anticipation through his veins. When she patted his chubby face with her delicately manicured hand and told him she had looked at him many times while he was in the club, he felt he was ten feet tall. His response was totally predictable, his arms came around her waist, he pulled her closer to himself, found she was far from unwilling to let him kiss her. He pulled her tighter to his body as soon as he realized she was not going to object, and she felt the bulge of his thickening cock as it started to erect and form a stiff wedge between their bellies. She ground her belly and the upper part of her thighs against him. She had a job to do, she had to get this man to desire her time and time again, and yet although she would get well paid by Marko if she was successful, it was not only the money that made her try and excite this robust old fellow. She was a woman, a full-blooded hot mature woman… and this man seemed to have a real nice cock and balls…

It was when he ran out of breath that he had to drag his mouth away from her clinging wet lips. His hands slid down from her hips to her fleshy cheeks. Not so many minutes later John Graham was stripped down to his pajamas and Alice had taken off the quite expensive gown so that it would not be creased or soiled. She was letting the lucky-streak gambler hug and embrace her, fondle her and excite himself with his lewd clutches of her lovely body. In only her black strapless bra, black matching nylon panties, a black and gold suspender belt, and her stockings, she made the most ravishing vision old Graham had been allowed to enjoy for many a long year.

"Your wife still alive, darling?" she asked him quietly, anxious to know if he was a widower or a man enjoying himself who could be put under pressure at a later date.

Graham was trying to ease his eager fingers into the shallow cups of her bra. He got his finger tips on her nipples and was beginning to rub them before he nodded in answer to her question. "Yes, dear, my wife is very much alive. She's up in Newcastle where I come from and she'd die of shock if she knew what I was doing at this moment."

They both laughed. Alice fell back across his bed letting her shapely nylon encased legs heave and jerk about to excite him even further. When he leaned on top of her to kiss her again, she clamped her hands over his hands that covered her tits and made him roughly massage her globes. Then to make sure it was clear to him just how far she wanted to go, she dragged his right hand down to the elastic waistband of her panties and made him thrust his fingers under the band towards her crisp curled black hair. She lay murmuring words of endearment to him as he tenderly stroked her cunt-hair, and then added softly, "You have a lovely touch, darling, your wife is a lucky woman, take my panties off if you want to darling… I want you to feel my cunt properly."

It was many a year since John Graham had fingered his wife's pussy in this lewd exciting fashion and when he raised himself to stand beside the bed, the lustful arousement he was experiencing was clear… through the open fly of his pajama trousers reared his thickly erected penis, throbby and jerky. She was sincerely delighted at the virility this elderly man was showing, she heaved herself to a sitting position and reached up her back to get the clasps of her bra undone. She had her eyes feasting on his huge aroused prick.

"Darling," he was thrilled to hear the emotion in her sweet voice, "Darling, you want to give me that wonderful cockie, don't you, darling? You are going to give it to me, aren't you?"

He took the unhooked bra from her, she saw his hands tremble as she handed him the intimate article and his eyes were setting on her now completely naked tits that lolled free and naked in their sheer white glory. She cupped her left breast with both palms, lifting it so that the pinky nipple was upward thrust, "Kiss my nipple darling, if you want to," she slyly invited him. He sank his face eagerly down to the raised tits, her murmurs and soft cries of pleasure were not acted. Alice was enjoying his anxious greedy way of gobbling at her raised knocker, she reached sideways to clasp his prick, she was both amazed and delighted to find the elderly cock was still growing, it was hard and firm, she had had far less virile shafts from men half his age. The way he was sucking at her firm rubbery nipple was making her impatient, she jerked at his throbbing shaft hard, knowing that he would not be able to stand much of that. Quickly he grabbed her wrist and made her slow the tempo, then he had both hands to the waist of her panties and began to push them down. He raised her up so that she lifted her ass and made it easy for him to slide the flimsy wispy panties down over her thighs and knees.

"Now you've got my panties off," she teased him. "Play with me some darling, I love you playing with me, you are so masterful with a woman, darling. Play some more with me… please."

The poor old fool was quite taken in by her apparent wish to have him toy further with her and that she thought him a superman at this womanizing. His own sex-life with his wife was a slow and boring affair, he always had the feeling that his wife Martha wouldn't worry if he never touched her again, yet here was this lovely young woman asking him to thrill her with his fingers and his kisses. He was already imagining what it was going to be like having these lovely nylon-sheathed legs wrapping themselves around his waist, what it was going to be like to sink his aching rampant prick hard up into her welcoming nest. Alice was lying back on his bed, letting him kiss her breasts while he gently frigged her between her open thighs with his hands. She knew from the way in which he kept easing away from her, how he slowed up his kissing and fingering, that he was afraid of coming-off. She knew she would have to let him fuck her very soon, or he would be angry with her for teasing him along too far. By mutual consent, by unspoken agreement, he was levering himself over to come on top of her. She held his cock in both hands as she carefully felt and guided his hard throbby prick.

"Lovely… lovely… uuurrrgggg…" he seemed to be in a private world of his own delirium as he sank his pole of aching cock into her hot wet cunt between her welcoming thighs. Her hands groped under the jacket of her lover's pajamas, her fingers clawed at the flesh of his over-fat back. She managed to ease the jacket more open so that she could raise her head and sink her teeth into the softness of his shoulder flesh. She bit hard at the flesh, making sure she broke the skin as she urged him on with frantic jerkings of her body and with the frenzied pleadings amid the biting to, "Fuck me darling… fuck me hard… ohaa… harder… fuck me harder, darling."

John Graham was in his paradise. Never before had he driven a woman so insane with lust as to make her give him this sort of love-bite. Her teeth hurt him but he loved the hurt… her crude obscene words forced and urged him to frig her harder than he had ever fucked in his life. He wanted to show this young woman that despite his age he was every bit the satisfying lover that she thought he was.

She lifted her mouth from his shoulder. The trickle of blood from several skin breaks told her she had marked him just as she had intended. He would have her teeth marks on his shoulder for many months, marks that could be used in the artful game of successful and persuasive blackmail if it became necessary. "You lovely man… you wild stallion, you," she urged him on, determined to make him have the most glorious humping of his life. "You wonderful man… you're beginning to make me… make me want… want to come darling. Your wonderful cock is making me want to come darling."

The moment she stopped talking and tried to encourage him with more obscene ecstatic contortions of her impaled body, she noticed he slowed down. He was clearly one of those men who respond to the dirty-talk routine… he would not find her lacking in that sort of filth encouragement, with her mouth close to his ear she used all the dirty slang words she could to him, words that she knew he would never dare to use to his wife, phrases she was sure his wife would rather drop dead than use to him and then it was over… he was filling her with his hot sperm… he was draining himself into her and she hadn't come up here to get her own gratification, had she?… she had made this man realize her luscious cunt could be his to enjoy, she had let him really sample it she was sure that he would be back at the club to find her again…

Once he stopped back into the Gregley and started to gamble back his winnings, she would get her payment for this little interlude… she felt ashamed she had not got used to this sort of deceitful use of her womanly beauty… but Marko would pay her well… very well.

"The boss wants to see you in an hour."

The phone slammed down and Alice still had the heavy jangling tone in her ear several minutes after she too put the phone back on its hook. She had been resting in her small apartment for the afternoon, getting her strength up for the long evening and night of promenading, coaxing, encouraging and encouraging and enticing that her hours of duty in the Gregley Club entailed. She had not spoken to the big boss man since her very successful venture with John Graham. The poor slob had been back to the club to look for her, had finished up gambling for the next three evenings, and was in debt to the club for far more than he was able to pay in ready cash. Marko hoped his check would be an honest one, if it wasn't then poor old Graham would live to regret the day he tried to pass a bouncer to a smart-alec of the West End. That was over a week ago. Now at three in the afternoon, in the middle of her rest period, the gruff voice of Silas, Marko's right-hand henchman, had summoned her to the big man's office at the club. Alice had her small two-room apartment in a grim old-fashioned house almost next door to the club, and she knew that the 'invitation' had been for an hour's time, so that she could get dressed and make herself pretty for the boss-man.

She felt she wanted to be sick at the thought of being at the beck and call of a man like Marko Hymes, and yet that was just what she was… at his beck and call. She had a quick bath, then chose her latest articles of underwear, her black and white spotted panties, the matching garter-belly the smoky-toned nylon hose and the shoes she knew Marko loved her to wear, the ones with the ridiculously high spiked heels. Marko had a sort of fetish about the high-heeled shoes his girls wore. It would have been a virtual impossibility to wear these shoes a11 the time she was at the club, but now she had to visit the private office of the boss she knew she had to wear them, even if it made walking a penance, even if they caused her ankles to ache and her calves to swell if she kept them on very long.

She was not in the least surprised when she was told to go straight through his office into the private apartment that Marko had at the rear. When she entered the plush room she saw that he was in his gaudy silken dressing robe, she knew from past experience that he was naked, quite naked, underneath it. He was a horrid man, balding with thick eyebrows that made a mockery of his glistening pate. His eyes were deep set, but too close together to give his face anything but an evil expression at all times. He was in his late fifties, she supposed, and she felt squeamish and sick again when she saw how he ogled her legs as soon as she came into his room.

"Nice to see you, honey," he greeted her as if she had called on him of her own accord, and not that she had been ordered to attend. "Have a drink, let me see, if I remember correctly you're a gin girl eh?"

She nodded. He closed the door behind her, and went to the cocktail bar that was built into a corner of the room. He poured the drink, a long gin with a slice of sliced lemon and a dash of bitters. He handed the glass to her. His other hand roamed over her ass as he stood close to her. She sipped at the potent drink and tried not to show her displeasure of the way his hand had moved down to caress over her rounded firm ass-cheeks. He nodded towards the very comfortable and expensive sofa. Alice moved across to it and settled herself down. He brought a footstool and couched down in front of her.

"You did really good work with that John Graham character, he said softly. "I was very pleased with you. I've got your little reward in an envelope over there." He nodded towards an envelope that stood on the table propped up by a cup. Alice guessed her payment in the envelope might be one hundred dollars. Might be more… she hoped it would be as much as two hundred, for after all, the Graham man had lost all his winnings and more besides. She deserved to be treated well.

She winced. Marko was pinching her knees. His hands slid slowly upwards under her skirt. She knew that, as usual, she had to please this man or she would not get that money envelope at all. His strong hands slid up to the tops of her stockings, paused for a moment or so to grip at the stronger texture of the welts, and then the hot palms slid on to her bare flesh. She saw his face was crimson, he always went like that when he felt her legs. She knew she had the best pair of legs of any of his girls in the club, she knew exactly how much he enjoyed touching her thighs, knew too it was a type of fetish with him to fondle her legs slowly and most thoroughly.

He moved his hands down from under her skirt, and gripped her slim ankles and lifted her legs well apart. Then he placed her high-heeled shoes firmly on the corners of the foot stool and with slow deliberate care he raised her skirt higher and higher until all her delicious upper thighs were revealed. Then the strangeness of his nature began to show itself. His face was even a deeper shade of crimson, his breath was fast an uneven as he indulged in his fetish… his hands roamed slowly and carefully all over her nyloned legs. She had known men before that loved the feel of a woman's legs through nylon hose but never had she known a man who got carried away so completely by this comparatively mild emotion, this minor erotica. Slavishly he fondled her knees, her calves, her ankles, and slowly back upwards again to the tops of her nylons. She looked down at his kneeling form. It seemed so grotesquely obscene that a man should get such queer pleasure from feeling a woman's legs as he was doing. She wanted to slap him or better still, kick him — kick him with those high-heeled shoes he adored — С and yet she knew she dared not… now he was beginning to whine, from his throat came a strange low moaning whine, he was bending his horrid body forward, getting his flabby face to her legs, kissing her with the same slavish thoroughness that his hands had shown when fondling her.

His lips followed the path over her nylon stockings that his fingers had traced… she wanted to scream, she wanted to push him away from that unsteady crouching position between her legs… his hot lips were tracing from her ankles up to her rounded knees, from the knees up to the tops of her stockings. Despite her disgust and her shame, she felt a little excited when his hot mouth traveled from the welts of her hoses on to her bare thigh flesh. She too was breathing more heavily than usual as she nibbled at her soft pliable white flesh. She saw him rubbing that glistening bald pate of his against her smooth nylons, saw and felt him caressing her skin with his cheeks. Once or twice he kissed her more intimately, pushing her knees further apart so that he could push his large head right up to the tops of her thighs and kiss her very lightly and almost lovingly on the nylon strip of black silkiness of her panties where they covered her cunt-lips.

When he pulled himself to his feet and then helped her to get up to stand close to him, he was panting like a man who had just completed a mile race. He was sweating and shaking. "Come on baby," he mumbled to her. "Come on, you know what to do, honey."

She knew. She wanted to vomit, but that was not what he meant. She knew what he meant well enough. Her hands shook as she started to unfasten the clips of her dress and draw down the zipper. She saw those dark close-together eyes of Marko staring at her as she prepared to show off her body to him. She wore her black pointed brassiere, the sheerest of panties, the attractive girdle and those delightfully sensual nylon stockings and the ultra high-heeled shoes.

She slowly got her lush tits out of the bra and arched her body so that he could stare at her breasts as they became upthrust. He went across the room and stood as far from her as he could. "Do your stuff," he called out to her. She knew this game. He beckoned her and she had slowly and as provocatively as she knew how, to stroll across to him. All the way he watched the sway of her hips, the rolling lolling of her tits, the lovely long shapely legs in the nylons. When she got near him he quickly moved across to the far wall and then beckoned her again. For ten or more trips he made her slowly and sensually walk across the room, and then at last when he had his fill of this little game, he made her stand in front of him while he recommenced to feel and fondle her legs. He told her to adjust her bra again, and when her large full knockers were encased in the bra, as he directed, he tried to suck avidly on her nipple through the satiny fabric of the bra cup itself. He loved to make her nipples arouse; treatment of this sort made them really hard and firm of themselves, and by keeping them tightly encased pressure on the peaks was increased, and gave her more wanton sensations.

At last he suddenly shrugged off his gaudy dress-robe. His grotesquely hairy body was revealed to her. It was not the first time she had seen it, but every time seemed worse than before. He was a horrid old man, more like a hairy beast than a man. Naked save for his slippers, he took her by the hand and led her into the bathroom that adjoined his private room. For some strange reason he was always able and always wanted to pass water while she was with him. The drill was always the same. She had to hold his prick and mutter flattering phrases about it while he urinated. It was always a heavy flush of water. Indeed, it always reminded her of a horse in the street letting the piss rush from its heavy dong. The penis of old Marko was like a stallion's; it even throbbed while she held it for him to empty himself, and after she had washed his prick and careful dried it on a soft towel, they went, arm in arm, back into the bedroom of his private apartment.

He lay on his bed, naked and erect as she slowly took off the rest of her scanties. She had to tease and tantalize him all she could as she rolled her nylons down, while she slid her panties to her feet, while she eased the elastic girdle down from her waist.

On the bed with him she knew what she had to do. Kneeling astraddle him, her ass towards his face so that he could look at her bush-hair and cunt when she leaned forward, and at the same time feel her legs with his hot hands, she lowered her face to his rampant cock. Just for a moment she hesitated, sickened again at the thought of being so completely this horrid man's sex slave, and then she opened her lips and took the foul tasting smelling cockhead into her saliva filled mouth. She was glad he always allowed her to wash his prick before she had to perform with him like this. Once she had got over the initial shock, she had learned that it was not so bad once she got the wet hot spongy cock-knob well between her lips. He never touched her cunt when she was with him, always he fondled her legs, her thighs, and her bent knees, but never did he let his hands under to her more intimate cunt-hole.

He was gripping the backs of her thighs just below the overhang swell of her buttocks, as he started to slowly undulate his loins up at her face. She knew when he did this she had to keep her head still, she had to let him do the actioning with his cock, she had to let him use her mouth as he would have used her cunt… pushing inwards, withdrawing almost to the tip of his rock-hard cock, then plunging in again to the back of her throat and almost making her choke. Once he had seen her close her eyes while he was doing this to her. He had been furious, he had threatened that if he had ever caught her again with her eyes closed, he would have Silas attend to her. The threat of having the brutal Silas "attend" to them was enough to put fear in the hearts and souls of any of Marko's girls. Certainly Alice never wanted to give the bossman reason to have Silas attend to her.

It was therefore with her eyes wide open that she had this great cock see-sawing in her mouth. She was given a close-up view of the dark wiry bush of the old cuntlapper every time he thrust his cock hard into her mouth. Now and again he thrust so deeply those hairs at the base of the cock stem brushed and tickled her face. A few moments later, Alice was again in the bathroom, but this time she was alone. Old Marko was lying spent and tired on his bed, while Alice frantically washed and spat the sperm remains of his orgasm from her mouth. She knew that every girl he employed went through this ordeal at fairly regular intervals. Every girl at the club had tasted the vinegary semen of their boss man, although as far as she knew, he had never actually used them in the more normal fashion of man with woman. Perhaps he had the view that the precious cunthole between their legs was for the paying clientele, or to be used in the line of duty for the club, in the way Alice had with the not-so-lucky gambler John Graham.

Whatever his reasons, the sensual, weirdo Marko Hymes enjoyed his girls in the way he liked the best. Provided he was satisfied, there was nothing the girls could do about it. They did not get their wages at the Gregley for nothing. He bought them body and soul. And the more use he had from their bodies the better he liked it…