Chapter 3

The weekend was absolute agony for Veronica. She was sickened at the thought and the act of making love to the octogenarian. Ed was a Viagra freak, popping the pills as if they were candy and maintaining almost constant erections which he used to keep himself buried in the beautiful mulatto.

Veronica knew why she was here and so played out her part, grunting and shrieking as if in the throes of passion, faking orgasms, complimenting his virility, augmenting the effects of the drug by administering oral stimulation, at his request, to bring him to erection before surrendering her vagina and anus to his undersized, even though drug enhanced, phallus.

She was kept naked almost all weekend and in bed most of that time, the two of them taking breaks only long enough for bathroom and meals.

"Ever had one this big?" he asked, snickering obscenely as he buried his meager offering in her yet again.

"No never," she answered truthfully, letting the double entendre slide past him.

As he grunted and groaned his way to yet another orgasm, Veronica closed her eyes, wishing it was Rob atop her. Rob might be beyond his peak sexual years, but he was slow and loving and considerate and she had learned to find pleasure in his more deliberate, less frenetic lovemaking. How, she wondered, could she ever explain this to Rob, satisfying the carnal desires of a man old enough to be her grandfather simply to satisfy a business deal. As the old man came in her again, she shivered in revulsion but he mistook it for rapture and continued to pump her.

"Cum again baby, cum again!" he cried.

"Yes, Ed, yes, YES!" she groaned, her acting fooling the old man again as it had since she had arrived.

What have I become? she wondered as he lay back and pulled her down to administer fellatio yet again.

At last, the weekend finally over, Veronica showered and began dressing.

"How about one more night?" he asked.

"Sorry, but a deal's a deal," she said, wanting to get away from the sex crazed senior as soon as possible.

"Oh, I'm satisfied with the deal. You're even better than I imagined you would be. I'm talking just you and me. How about a thousand?"

"Sorry."

"Two?"

"No, Ed."

"Three! Three thousand!"

"Ed, go home to your wife."

"Look, what say I set you up right here in the penthouse? I'll pay for everything, the penthouse, clothes, a new car?"

"Trying to make a kept woman of me, Ed?"

"Why not? You can have anything you want and all you have to do is..."

"Tempting," she said, not meaning a word of it, "but we both have lives to get back to."

"All right, all right. But if you ever change your mind..."

"You'll be the first to know," she said, smiling as she picked up her purse and was out the door.