"N-Nooo," she gasped.
He was so hairy, so dark and ugly. He, didn't really want her, either. She could see that his dull pink cock was completely soft and unaroused. It flopped lewdly as he approached the couch.
Lynn had her breath back by now, and she quickly tried to get up. Green leaped astride her, sitting on her big cushiony tits, pinning her arms to her sides. His soft warm cock brushed against her cheek. Lynn shuddered and tried to move, but he was too heavy and strong for her.
"I'm gonna prove something to you, baby," he hissed. "I'm gonna prove you were born for this work. I've had a lotta girls work for me, but none of 'em turned on as fast as you. A real professional, she don't feel nothing-except maybe with her pimp or her boy friend. But you… You dug it with every customer you had. You're a real nymph, you know that? I'm betting you could even get hot for me." He laughed. He knew she hated him.
"No, Ed, please," Lynn whimpered. "I don't want to."
"With me, you mean?" he sneered. "Oh, yes, you will, doll. Just wait and see. You'd like it with anybody…"
Lynn tried to shut out his damning words, but she knew they were all too true. Fat Arthur, homely Harold, even that sour-faced Hinley-she'd gotten aroused by all of them. Maybe Green was right. Maybe she was a nymphomaniac… She reddened with shame.
One thing she was certain of, though. She didn't want to fuck Green. She loathed him.
"Noooooo!" Lynn writhed under him, tried to squirm away, but his superior weight was too much. He brought his sharp knees forward, trapping her head between them. She was forced to stare straight tip at his swarthy mocking face.
Green picked up his limp flushed prick and laid it on her lips. He laughed at her expression of horror and disgust.
"Stick it," he said. "Get my cock hard."
Lynn almost retched. Everything about this man seemed slimy, filthy. She didn't want to take his cock in her mouth, much less swallow his cum. She wept and protested.
"You did it for that ugly creep, what's-his-name. Harold. Yeah, you did it for him. Why not me?" said Green.
"My God," Lynn wept, "did he tell you? Do they all report to you?"
Green chuckled. "I guess it's time to let you in on my secret," he said. "It might help keep you in line. Look at this."
On the wall behind them there was a light switch-at least Lynn had always thought it was a light switch. Green flipped it to "on" position, and the wall slowly slid back to reveal four closed-circuit television screens. Each one covered a different massage room. Three of the screens were blank just then, but on the fourth one they could see Hazel briskly massaging some old guy's cock. As they watched, the old man reached out and rolled tip Hazel's shirt, revealing her mammoth swelling tits. Hazel grinned at him.
Lynn swallowed hard. In dawning horror, she asked weakly, "You watched everything I did?"
"Yeah," Green chuckled. "Everything. You come over real good on the screen, baby. You're a natural."
Lynn wept. My God, what he must have seen… Her wild ecstasy when Tony fucked her, her lewd performance when Harold ate her pussy, her shameless behavior when she sucked Harold off… She felt totally whipped, defeated.
"Okay," Green said harshly, "no more games. No more of this modesty crap. Open up and suck my dick."
She seemed helpless to protest. Green pinched her cheeks and forced her mouth open, and then he slipped his limp warm prick onto her tongue. He grinned lewdly at her.
"Do a good job," he rasped. "Get my cock hard. And if you try anything, if you bite me, I'll kill you. You know I mean it."
She knew. Green was a sadist. Most men would have been turned off by her weeping and lack of enthusiasm, but Green was stimulated by it. She began sucking his cock mechanically, tears running down her face-and almost instantly he had a hard-on.
"Yeah," he breathed.
Lynn felt her mouth suddenly stuffed with his thick hard meat. His fat shaft stretched her lips painfully, and the rigid swollen head of his prick butted her throat, almost making her choke. She kept on sucking, but if thoughts could kill, Green would have croaked on the spot.
"Faster," he commanded. "Put a little spirit in it, like you did for old Harold. You really dug sucking his dick, didn't you, baby?"
Lynn turned red with mortification. She sucked faster on his hard hot rod, and she felt his strong cock-juice start to bubble out onto her tongue. Again she almost retched.
Green laughed at her discomfort, her cruelly stretched lips, her look of disgust. He enjoyed hurting and humiliating her.
"Listen, baby," he said, "I wanta tell you something. You may have had rich parents, you may have got the idea you were better than other people-but you're a born whore. You think you're too good for this kind of work, but you're nothing but a cunt. That's all you're good for, dig it? You filthy cunt."
She glared at him with fierce hatred. Oh, God, if she didn't need this job so badly, she would have bitten his cock right off. And, damn him, he knew he was safe. He knew he had her. He could do anything he wanted to her.
"That's enough," he said.
Lynn gratefully relaxed her lips, and his rigid, spit-gleaming prick popped out of her mouth, snapping up to hug Green's hairy belly. She rubbed her aching jaws.
"Get undressed," he ordered.
"Oh, God," Lynn moaned, "haven't you had enough?"
Green slapped her. "Do as I say!" he shouted. "I said I was gonna teach you something, and we ain't finished yet. I said you'd even get hot for me. Well, I'm gonna prove that right now."
Weeping, Lynn took off her clothes. This time he didn't paw her.
He just sat on the couch and sneered, as if she were a cheap whore.
"On your back, cunt," he said coldly. "Get them legs spread."
Lynn had to restrain herself from clawing and kicking him. She wanted to batter him to a pulp. Trembling, she lay down on the couch and opened her thighs. Not satisfied, Green seized her legs, putting one of them up over the back of the couch, dangling the other off the edge. Now her legs were spread lewdly wide, completely exposing her pretty pink hair-fringed slit.
"You bastard," Lynn wept.
Green laughed sadistically. "Don't kid me, baby," he said. "You want it. A girl like you never gets enough."
But Lynn didn't want it, not from him. She didn't think she'd feel a thing except loathing. She was due for a surprise. When Green knelt between her legs and fitted the hard slick head of his cock to her moist cunt-mouth, she experienced a sudden tingle of excitement.
Oh, no, she thought, no, I can't want him to fuck me.
But then she realized it wasn't Green she wanted, but his cock. He was right; she never got enough. Years and years of dull fucking with Bill had built up an insatiable need in her pussy. Her body was making up for lost time. She struggled not to show her excitement.
Green grunted as he pushed his prick into her cunt-hole. "You're dry, baby," he said, "but not for long. We'll take care of that..
Lynn felt his long erect dick sliding into her narrow twat, and in spite of herself she shivered with horny excitement. He was well-hung, she had to admit, and he knew what to do. While she fought to hide her pleasure, Green began to saw and jab deliciously in her cunt, sending stabs of sensation through her belly that made her want to moan.
She could suppress her cries of pleasure, but she couldn't stop the telltale creaming of her hot, aroused cunt. Green felt it and grinned evilly at her.
"Yeah," he panted, "you want it, all right.."
She hadn't realized how badly she needed it. Her aroused twat juiced furiously around Green's jabbing prick, and she began to hump her hips helplessly. She panted and clawed the couch, Green was fucking her faster now, harder… It felt incredibly good.
"Whore," he gasped. "I told you. You don't care who you fuck, just so you get a cock stuck up your cunt."
She hated his words, hated him-but she couldn't bear to stop. She needed that long stiff cock desperately. She arched her body up to meet his thrusts, taking his knobby cock-head against her womb. Searing pleasure ripped through her, and as she came, she couldn't hold back her cries any longer.