"What do you mean?"
"There are men in town who'd like a sweet young thing like you, and you could make a little extra money."
"That's sick."
"Sure it is," he said. "The trouble is that you want it, and you'd do it for no money at all. Maybe you don't realize it yet, baby, but you need somebody to beat you up and fuck you silly. You need it bad."
"You're lying. You're a sick animal."
"So are you, baby," he said.
George got up and left her alone. It was over, really over. The police had believed her story. But of course they would, George was in charge.
Sherry went back to the regular routine of living. She dated Jim regularly and it was obvious that they were going to get married. Jim kept up trying to get into her panties but she wouldn't let him. And yet there was a nagging feeling that made her wish that Jim would get rough with her, that he would make her take her panties off.
A couple of months went by and gradually something was happening to her. She didn't know what it was but it seemed like her life was boring. She found she had started to look at men on the street. And wonder what kind of men they would be.
It had to happen. George had known it. She hadn't realized it until she came home one evening and knew she could not stand another night of just sitting around the house.
She picked up the phone and made her phone call. A few moments later she was talking to George. He gave her a name and an address and he told her to expect anything when she got there. He also told her to wear something sexy.
Sherry took a shower and dressed in a short, clinging green skirt and green high heeled shoes. She combed her hair out until it was shining.
She licked her lips as she went out to her car. She drove to the address she had been given and there was a burning excitement growing in her every moment. She tried not to think about what she was doing. She couldn't even understand why she was doing it.
She saw people looking at her as she walked through the lobby of the motel. It made her feet naked. Her heart was pounding as she walked up the stairs and into the dark hallway. She found the room in just a few moments and she knocked timidly on the door. But there was no answer so she knocked again. Then she heard footsteps inside the room.
A moment later the door opened. He was a big, curly headed man with a cruel-looking scar across his cheek. He looked like he could break boards with his hands. He was everything that Sherry thought he would be.
He was dressed in only a towel that covered the essentials. His hairy chest was dripping water from his shower as he looked her over like he was inspecting a piece of merchandise.
"Mr. Wilson?" she said.
"That's right. You must be Sherry. Come in."
She brushed past him and then turned to face him. He reached out and grabbed her titty and she knocked his hand away out of shock and surprise. He kicked the door shut with his foot and brought his fist around in a wicked blow that knocked her off her feet. She tasted blood from a slightly cut lip.
"Let's get something straight, cunt," he said. "I bought your ass and I'm going to do everything I want to do to it. You don't like the way I play then you get your big ass out. But George might not like that."
George wouldn't like it but that was not the reason she was staying. Almost immediately she had felt the quick shiver of excitement. This man was a brute and a brute was what she needed.
"Fix me a drink, cunt," he said.
She fixed him a drink from the bottle on the cabinet. He had leaned back on the bed and jerked the towel off. There was not an ounce of fat on his body and Sherry was trembling as she walked over to him.
"How are you at blow-jobs, cunt?" he asked.
"All right," she said.
"You'd better be better than that," he told her. "Give me the drink and get down there and get busy."
She handed him the drink as she sat down on the bed. He had not asked her to undress and somehow she knew that he wanted to see her suck him while she still had her clothes on and her face and hair fixed up.
She reached down for his cock and her fingers circled his shaft and she worked her hand up and down. His prick was as big and muscular-looking as he was and it grew even thicker in her fingers. She tightened her fingers a little more and moved her hand up and down.
She let her hand slide down to his heavy cum-filled balls. It excited to her to have her fingers on his cockflesh and she knew that it wasn't going to be long before she had this huge cock in her cunt.
She bent her head down and she could smell his strong odor. His cockmeat had a sexy smell and just the smell of it made her pussy burn. She pushed her tongue against the swollen cockhead and tasted a little of his cum.
Her heart pounded faster and faster and she nibbled at the swollen head of his cock. Her tongue moved out slowly and touched at the tiny hole. He groaned in pleasure and his hand came down to stroke the back of her head.
He pulled her face closer to his cock, shaking as her long tongue touched at his cockhead. She gently moved her tongue around his cockhead again and again. Finally she opened her mouth and captured his cockhead.
She pulled her head back slightly as the meaty part of his cockhead caught on her teeth. She kept moving her tongue around the head. His cock was already hard but now it started getting even bigger. His bloated cockhead looked huge, almost so big that she couldn't get her lips around it.
"Go on, baby," he said. "You like sucking cock. I can see you like having your lips around a man's cock. Get down there and do it, bitch. Do it!"
She licked down the side of his cock to his balls. She brought her tongue back up slowly and licked his cockhead for a few moments. She tasted a little more of his salty-flavored cum and she opened her mouth and took his cockhead inside her lips.
"Your lips are hot, baby," he groaned. "It's like putting my cock in warm honey. It feels good, bitch."
She took a deep breath and then started sucking his prick deeper into her mouth. She had half his huge cock inside her mouth before she stopped.
"Suck it down, baby," he told her. "You can do it. Suck it down deep!"
She took another deep breath and then started sucking as hard as she could. His swollen prickhead went over her silken tongue and then into the back of her throat. She sucked again and felt his balls against her chin. She was deep-throating him.
"You hot fucking bitch!" he groaned. "You're taking it all. You're taking all of it. I knew you could fucking do it!"
She took her time as she let her head come back. She raised her head and looked at his stiff cock. She had really gotten all of that cock inside her mouth. It was hard to believe. She sighed with pleasure as she put her lips against his cock again. She was loving every moment of this and kept thinking how great it was going to be to have his cock inside her pussy.
"Suck it some more, baby," he told her. "Put your mouth back on it and suck it good!"
She licked her lips. She was almost as hungry to taste it as he was to feel it. She brushed her blonde hair back with one hand as she leaned over his cock again. This time she wasted no time. Her wet mouth engulfed his prick and she sucked him all the way to the back of her throat. She closed her lips tightly around the base of his cock and did not move.
"Oh shit, cunt," he groaned. "You are good. You're worth every fucking cent I paid for you."
His words reminded her that she was getting paid for doing this, and that excited her even more. She kept her lips locked tightly around his prick as she lifted her head. She kissed the head of his cock again but then she swallowed his shaft one more time. She started moving her head up and down, keeping her lips locked tightly around his prick.