Best Served Cold Marla looked at the documents spread out on the table, her hands trembled when she picked one of them up. The sight of the nasty little man on the other side of the table was not improved by the smirk on his face. Marla would have been hard pressed at that moment to say who she was angrier with; the slimy little man across the table whose intent was obviously blackmail; or her slimy husband who had been indiscreet enough to allow these pictures to be taken. That wasn't fair, Marla reminded herself. After all, every great man seems to have a tragic flaw. A weakness that, if not guarded against, will be their downfall. Marla had no doubt that James was a great man, but why did his weakness have to be other men's cocks? Christ, Marla thought, it would have been less damaging if he'd been caught in a room full of underage hookers. Marla took a deep breath to calm herself. "How much?" Marla asked with a clenched jaw. The slimy little man's derisive laughter was even worse than his superior smirk. "I don't want your money. You'd just steal it from the tax payers anyway." "What do you want?" "You, or at least access to your body." The man smiled, Marla really looked like she was going to throw up. "For one hour between three and four PM every Friday for the next fourteen weeks you will allow me complete access to every part of your body." "No way in hell." "I'm going to tell you the complete deal, then I will leave you with these copies of the pictures. If you don't show up for our first appointment, five minutes later these will be delivered to your husbands worst enemies." Marla held her head in her hands and listened to the slimy little man talk. "If you look at the back of the first photo, you will find the address of a motel." The 'slimy little man' waited until Marla had turned over the picture and looked at the address. "Just in case you don't recognize it, it's a hotel that usually rents by the hour to the dirtiest, cheapest crack whores in this city. I expect you to show up every Friday dressed to blend in with the other customers. I expect you to dress like the sluttiest street whore would dress." The slimy little man thought Marla might throw up on the photographs as she listened to his instructions. "And, since I'm sure the anticipation of getting fucked by me won't make you all wet and slippery, I'd suggest you lube yourself up before entering the room." Marla's body heaved with a visible gag when she thought about putting K-Y jelly up her cunt while she was sitting in a car in the parking lot of a well known whore's motel. "We will start tomorrow at three PM." "I can't make it tomorrow at three, couldn't we start next Friday?" "If you are not at that motel, dressed like a whore, with your cunt, and ass, lubed and ready to fuck at three PM tomorrow these pictures will be distributed at three oh five." The man stood up and walked to the door. "I insist you wear a condom." "You," the man said turning back to face Marla, "don't insist on a god damn thing. If you want to make sure your not impregnated then you better take steps to take care of it. But I am going to fuck every part of your body with nothing between my dick and your holes, and when I cum inside you I want my sperm crawling into every nook and cranny of your body." Marla's face grew red with anger and humiliation as the man talked. "And, not to be too much of a cliche," he added before opening the door, "the originals and negatives are in a safe deposit box. The key is in the possession of a friend of mine. If that friend does not hear from me, in person, every few hours, they will be distributed." "Why are you doing this?" Marla asked, genuine tears rolling down her cheeks. "Suffice to say that I have ample reason to want vengeance. I'm going to use you in every degrading way my very fertile and very perverted imagination can devise, and knowing that you have no idea why I'm doing this only makes the revenge sweeter." The slimy little man left the room. Marla knew she had no choice, she had to attend the first session. She picked up her phone and punched in a number. "We need to discuss a special project," she said without preamble or introduction when the phone was answered. She hung up the phone, then almost gagged again when she looked at the pictures of her husband on his knees with a large cock in his mouth. Marla remembered the line from the movie "The Contender" 'The American people can forgive a lot of things, but one thing they can't forgive is the image of the Vice President with a mouthful of cock'. She picked up the phone and called another number. "Clear my schedule for tomorrow afternoon, I don't care what it takes." Marla looked at her watch, she had three minutes before she had to knock on the door of room number 204. She had to suppress another retch when she thought of the things that slimy little man would be doing to her. She squeezed a generous amount of K-Y jelly onto her finger then, spreading her legs as far as she could in the car, reached under her short, tight, Lycra skirt and pushed the cold, slick jell into herself. Marla had trouble imagining anything more humiliating than 'lubing' herself so she could, in essence, be raped more comfortably. After squirting more of the lubricating jell onto her finger, Marla leaned over and, supporting herself with her elbow on the passenger side seat, reached back and lubricated her ass. Marla had not expected Edison to complete his task in time to stop this day's humiliation but she had every confidence she would, within a couple of days, find a packet on her desk containing all of the original evidence, and assurances that she would never hear from this short slimy man again. Edison was the only man Marla could trust. He had supplied her with the 'whore' clothes she was wearing, and the car she was driving that could not be traced back to her. It was Edison who had assured her that there were no hidden cameras in the motel room and was watching over her now to make sure no one bothered her as she kept this humiliating rendezvous. Marla, deathly afraid that someone would take a picture of her dressed like a whore and going into a whore motel, wore a hat and large sunglasses, and kept her head down as she walked from the car to the motel room. Even so, Marla felt exposed. With every step the short, tight, Lycra skirt moved higher up her thighs. She had to tug continually on the bottom edge to keep her crotch from being exposed to anyone who might be watching, and taking pictures. Going up the steps was its own form of torture. Marla knew that every step exposed her pussy. Marla felt a little relief when she stood with her back to the world while she knocked on the door. The door opened, Marla wanted to throw up and run away at the same time. The ugly, slimy, little man was already naked. Marla gasped as she stepped into the sleazy room of the whore motel. Judging from what she saw of it in its flaccid state, this ugly, slimy, little man had the largest cock she had ever seen, and she had seen a few in her life. A cock of this length and girth was the last thing Marla expected to see on a man who almost qualified as a dwarf. "Impressive, isn't it?" The slimy little man asked as he grasped his dick and waved it up and down in her direction. Marla found herself wishing she had taken his advice to 'lube herself' a little more seriously. Marla also noticed that the slimy little man's dick was uncut. Marla hated uncircumcised cocks. She had, on one occasion refused to have sex with a man, after they were already undressed, because she realized that he was not circumcised. She turned pale, and suppressed another retch, when she thought about having to take that huge, uncircumcised cock into her mouth. She heard the door close, the chain being put on the door, and then the ugly, slimy, little man spoke. "Strip, bitch," was all he said. The man walked over to the bed, sat on the edge, then leaned back on one elbow and stroked his growing cock with his other hand while he watched Marla struggle out of her tight, revealing whore-clothes. Marla cursed silently when the tears began to flow down her cheeks, she had promised herself that, no matter what happened, she would not let this vile monster see her cry. "I love it when women cry," the slimy man said as he stroked his now completely hard dick, "it always helps get me hard when the slut I'm about to fuck cries and begs me not to fuck her." Marla's body shook with rage as she finished taking off the clothes she had worn into the room. "Come over here," the man demanded as soon as Marla was naked, "stand right here in front of me." Marla moved over to stand in front of her tormentor with, what she hopped was a defiant look on her face. "Spread your legs," he ordered as he sat up, bringing his face within a few inches of Marla's naked crotch. "Now use your hands and spread yourself open." More than anything else, Marla wanted to slap this nasty little perverted gnome of a man and run from the room. Instead she did as she was told and, her fingers trembling with rage and humiliation, pulled herself open so he could look at her cunt while he stroked the huge, hard, obscene, uncircumcised cock sticking up from a thick mat of curly pubic hair in his crotch. "Rub your clit, whore," he ordered as the foreskin moved on and off the large, helmet shaped head of his monster cock. Marla's clitoris had always been her week spot. Once someone got a finger on her clitoris, Marla was helpless. As soon as she started rubbing it, Marla's clitoris became engorged with blood and extended a full half inch past her cunt lips. "On your knees, the man ordered," Marla stopped rubbing her clitoris and got down on her knees in front of the ugly little man with the giant, uncircumcised cock. "Continue rubbing your big monster clit while you suck on your new best friend." Trying with all her will power to control the heaving of her stomach contents, Marla leaned forward and took the head of the ugly man's vile cock into her mouth while she rubbed her swollen, sensitive clitoris. "Just to make sure you'd enjoy this experience," the slimy little man said as he placed his hands on the back of Marla's head and pushed her mouth further down onto his cock, "I fucked a couple of whores yesterday, and their cunt drippings have been fermenting under my foreskin all day." Marla's stomach heaved as the ugly little man pushed his dick further into her mouth, but she managed to bring it under control. "If you barf on me," he warned Marla, "you'll have to lick every drop of it back up." Marla tried not to think of the effluence of the whores' cunts now contaminating her tongue as the man pushed his cock into her throat. "I checked with the whores before I fucked them and made sure they'd each fucked at least ten johns without washing themselves." Marla struggled once again to get her stomach under control as the dirty, uncircumcised, cock pushed deeper into her throat. It had been years since Marla had choked on a cock while sucking it. Even now, it was not the size of the cock that was causing her to gag, but the knowledge of what was on it. "So you're eating the combined jizz of twenty men and the cunt slime of two whores." Marla was sure that, if her throat had not been plugged by the biggest cock ever forced down her gullet, she would have spewed the contents of her stomach across the room. There were times when Marla wished she did not have such a vivid imagination. Despite the rage and humiliation, and the sick feeling of having a filthy, whore anointed, uncircumcised cock fucking her throat, Marla could feel warmth spreading through her body from her traitorous clitoris. The man held her captive, her face impaled on his large cock, her lips pressed against his kinky pubic hair (which she just knew was stiff with the same collection of dried bodily fluids he had bragged about being on his dick), while Marla struggled to breath. While one hand continued to work on her clitoris, Marla, with increasing desperation pushed against her tormentor with the other. The warmth spreading from her clitoris grew hotter until it felt like her insides were going to melt. Then, on the verge of passing out, an orgasm of such intensity that Marla never would have believed it possible exploded inside her. The evil little man released Marla's head, she fell backward onto the filthy shag carpet, gasping for air and still frantically rubbing her clitoris. Marla hated her body for having an orgasm in front of this vile, disgusting little man. She hated the man for forcing her to have the most intense orgasm of her life against her will. Mostly, she hated her weak husband for putting her in a position where she had to endure this shame and humiliation to protect him. "Get up, slut," the slimy little man said grabbing a handful of her hair, "get on the bed, tits up, with your knees bent and your legs spread. You know, your basic 'fuck me' position." Marla could feel her face turning red as she climbed onto the bed and arranged herself the way the filthy little pervert wanted. She could not think of anything more humiliating than having this man witness her having an orgasm under these conditions. The little man with the gigantic cock produced a dildo that, while smaller than his dick, was large by any other measure. With a single thrust, the man forced the dildo completely inside Marla's cunt. A protrusion near the base of the dildo slammed into Marla's tender, overly sensitive clitoris, causing pain and pleasure in equal amounts to radiate through out Marla's body. Holding the dildo inside Marla, with the protrusion pushed firmly against her clitoris, the man twisted the end of the dildo. With a loud buzz, the dildo began to vibrate deep inside Marla's cunt and against her clitoris. As soon as the vibrations started, Marla's clitoris rebelled; it hi- jacked her hips, and started to hump her cunt on the invading dildo. "Hold it," the man ordered, "hold it up against your clit with both hands." Marla reached down between his legs and held the vibrating dildo inside her pussy while the ugly little man climbed onto the bed. Placing his hands on the back of Marla's knees, he pushed her legs further apart and down toward her shoulders. Supporting himself with his hands on the back of Marla's legs, the man rested the tip of his huge, hard cock against her anus and watched her face. Marla new she was about to get fucked up the ass with a cock far bigger than any she'd ever had even in her cunt. Marla felt trapped by the man's stare, like an insect being held by a pin through its body. What is he waiting for? She wondered as her sphincter muscle twitched against the tip of his cockhead. When she finally realized what the slimy pervert was waiting for, Marla moaned out loud, and tried to will her body to stop reacting to the vibrator. She knew before it happened that, as soon as she started to cum, this sadistic little creep was going to slam his baseball-bat cock into her ass. He waited patiently, never taking his eyes off Marla's face, and seemed to know, even before she did, when her orgasm started. Just as the first wave of pleasure started to crash over her body, it was obliterated by the pain of the perverts cock slamming into her ass. It seemed like the alternating waves of pain and pleasure would never stop. The man would hold himself buried deep inside Marla's ass for several minutes then pull it almost all the way out and then slam it back inside her so hard the bed would bang against the wall. Marla had no idea how long this ugly little pervert fucked her ass, nor how many times she came during the brutal anal sex, or whether or not he left cum inside her ass. All she knew was that she was suddenly empty, the massive cock and the dildo removed simultaneously, leaving her hips fucking thin air. The man climbed off the bed and pulled the straight back chair over and sat on it. "Fuck yourself, bitch, fuck yourself with your fingers. Fuck yourself and make yourself cum." With one hand Marla pinched, pulled, and stroked her clitoris while, with the other hand, she fucked four fingers in and out of her cunt. Much to her own surprise, Marla came quickly and violently, banging the bed against the wall and moaning loudly. "Come here, whore," the ugly little man demanded, grabbing her ankle and pulling her with surprising strength to the foot of the bed. Marla climbed off the bed and knelt where the slimy little man obviously wanted her, between his outstretched legs. "Now I want you to clean my cock before I put it in your cunt. I want every trace of dried whore slime and old john jizz removed. Start with my balls and pubic hair and work your way up to the tip. Marla's stomach rolled and heaved, the man's balls and pubic hair reeked of old dried sex. Marla had to swallow several times to keep the contents of her stomach down. Long strings of thick viscous saliva flowed from Marla's mouth, drooling all the way to the floor, as she licked the nasty dried remains of old sex from the crotch of the ugly little pervert who was abusing her for his vengeful amusement. "Back on the bed, slut, it's time for me to rip you open. I'm going to show you exactly what Madonna meant when she sang "Like a Virgin". I'm going to give you a feeling you haven't had since the first time you let a pimple-faced teenager fuck you in the backseat of his car in exchange for dinner and a movie. Marla crawled back up onto the bed, laid 'tits up', bent her knees and spread her legs. There was almost an eagerness to her assuming the 'fuck me' position. The ugly little pervert followed her onto the bed and, kneeling between her legs, grasped the base of his cock and rubbed the head up and down her folds of pussy flesh. Marla couldn't hide the little jerks of pleasure that shot through her body every time the slimy little man's cockhead rubbed over her clitoris. Marla gasped as the head of this huge cock pushed her cunt open and slid inside. The ugly little pervert was correct, Marla had not felt anything like this since the first time a hard cock was pushed into her pussy. The man thrust his large hard dick deeper and deeper into Marla's pussy. With each thrust Marla's large sensitive clitoris was pulled down and drug along the top of the cock being forced into her causing spasms of pleasure to shoot through her body. After reaching full penetration, the perverted little man replaced the short thrusts with long powerful thrusts, fucking the entire length of his cock in and out of Marla's cunt with a steady rhythm. Each time the dick fucked into her cunt, its entire length would drag across Marla's clitoris. Each pulse of pleasure caused by the cock rubbing on the clitoris would end in a small explosion of pain as the man's pubic bone slammed into Marla's extremely sensitive clitoris. These alternating explosions of pleasure and pain inside Marla's head drove her to orgasm after orgasm. Marla was lost to everything except the rhythmic pulses of pleasure and pain driving her deeper and deeper into a state of orgasmic obsession. She lost all concept of time and place. She even forgot that the large, hard cock giving her this pleasure belonged to a slimy perverted little man who was bent on revenge for some slight Marla could no longer remember. Marla heard herself screaming in mindless pleasure, then she felt the huge invading cock pulse and twitch inside her body as the slimy little pervert of a man drenched the walls of her cunt with his cum. "My cum is inside you," he crowed with victory over the woman his cock was still buried inside. "My sperm is invading your body, my jizz is branding the walls of your cunt with my ownership." Marla began to weep as she remembered where she was, and who was fucking her. The ugly little gnome pulled his huge cock from Marla's well fucked pussy and wiped it clean on her stomach and pubic hair. "Now get dressed," he ordered, then sat, still naked, and watched the sobbing woman pull on her 'whore clothes'. "One more thing," he said as soon as she was dressed. Grasping her arm he pulled her into the bathroom. "Down on your knees, cunt," he ordered, pulling her down to her knees in front of the toilet with surprising strength for a small man. "Bend over," he said as he grasped the back of her neck and forced her head, face first, down over the toilet. Marla felt warm liquid hit the back of her head and stream down the sides of her face to drip from her wet hair into the toilet bowl. As soon as she realized that the disgusting little man was pissing on her, Marla began to heave, throwing up what little she had in her stomach to mix with the mans pee in the toile bowl. "That's all for today," the man announced as soon as he was finished peeing on his victim. Pulling her to her feet, the man pushed Marla through the motel room and out the door. "Next week I'll make you drink it," he said with a sadistic laugh as he closed the door. Marla, her hair still dripping urine was beyond noticing that her Lycra skirt had been hiked up almost her waist, exposing her crotch for all the world to see. Marla hurried down the stairs as fast as she could, and ran across the parking lot to her car. Pulling the keys from her purse, Marla stumbled and fell down onto her hands and knees beside the car door. She heaved and retched over and over again even though there was nothing left in her stomach to throw up. She did not know, nor did she care that her just fucked ass and cunt were on display for anyone who walked by to see. As the muscle cramping spasms subsided in her abdomen, Marla climbed to her feet and tried to get control of her trembling body so she could unlock the door and get into the car. Once in the car, Marla drove from the parking lot, almost hitting two other cars. In the car on the other side of the parking lot, Edison put down the camera he had been using to take pictures of Marla's exposed cunt and ass. Smiling, he got out of his car and went up to room 204. Marla's husband looked at the pictures of his wife. Edison had, as usual done an excellent job. The close up of her cunt and ass, taken while she was dry heaving beside the car were excellent, he could even see a tiny rivulet of Edward's cum oozing from his wife's cunt. "Did you get the tape?" "Yes, it's right here." "Well, put it in." Marla's husband was already taking his cock from his trousers in anticipation of seeing his wife humiliated by Edward. Edison put the tape in the machine then sat down next to his employer. Marla's husband stopped stroking his cock and, after freeing Edison's from the confines of his pants, began to stroke his. Edison, crossing arms with his employer stroked his employers cock while they both watched his employer's wife being abused by the 'slimy little man' with the huge cock. "Maybe this will finally teach that fucking bitch I'm married to what her place is in this world." Marla's husband said. "She should know by now that I don't want to be anything more than a member of the city council. Her and her silly ideas that I should get into national politics." Edison knelt in front of his employers and took his employer's cock into his mouth. "After we get all fourteen tapes," he continued, as his employee sucked on his cock, "we will invite Edward over for dinner, I'm sure Marla would love to see him again. We'll show all fourteen episodes of 'Marla the Whore', then we'll have Edward and Marla re-enact our favorite scenes for us." Edison felt his employers cock twitch and explode in his mouth at the thought of seeing Edward abuse his wife 'in living color'.