"Ahhhhhhh!" Lynn shrieked. "Yes, yesssss!"
Vaguely she saw Green's leering face above her, his mocking expression, but she couldn't stop her climax. She moaned hoarsely as she came, and presently she felt his steamy cum shooting into her..
"Well," he sneered, climbing off her, "now I know what all the shouting's about. You're good, baby-real good. I might even give you a raise, If you keep pleasing the customers, that is. And if you keep pleasing me.
Lynn understood. She was to be his plaything, available any time he wanted a free piece of ass. She shuddered-but she knew she'd do whatever Green wanted. She needed the money badly. And she had to admit that she was hooked on this job because she needed the sex, too.
– When she entered the massage room, however, Lynn felt nervous and uneasy. She really didn't know how she was going to handle two men at once. Plus there was her knowledge that Green was watching her on that closed-circuit television. Damn him. She wanted to stick out her tongue at him, but she restrained herself Money, she thought, just think of the money. Bill and Tina are counting on you.
Lynn quickly changed into her uniform. She'd hardly finished before her "special party", as Green had called it, arrived.
Both men were middle-aged but not badly built. One was tall, lean, olive-skinned, and had a hawk-like face. He introduced himself as "George The other man was short, heavily muscled, and had a flat face with traces of old scars. His nose had been broken once. He called himself "Sam".
Struggling to control her nervousness, Lynn flashed them a smile and told them her name. "Would you gentlemen like something to drink before we start?" she asked.
"Sure, why not?" said George, who seemed to do the talking both for himself and for Sam. "Bring us a couple martinis."
Lynn was glad to leave the room for a moment. The men looked tough, sinister. They were just a little too flashily dressed, like Tony. They had money, but she suspected it came from bad sources. She was afraid of them.
They accepted their drinks, and George said lazily, "Strip for us, doll. Take it slow."
Lynn blushed right down to her toes, but she obeyed. She didn't have much choice. Green would be watching her, making sure she did a good job. She wondered if the creep jacked off while he watched…
Facing the two men, pink with embarrassment, Lynn slowly pulled her flimsy T-shirt off over her head. There was dead silence. When she emerged from the shirt, she saw both men ogling her big quivering tits as they sipped their drinks.
She dropped the shirt to the floor and reached for the zipper of her shorts. Two hard pairs of eyes remained glued to her. As she slowly tugged down the tight skimpy shorts, revealing the bright brown curls of her snatch, the eyes lowered silently to her pink slit.
Blushing, Lynn stepped out of her shorts and stood naked before her two customers. They went on lazily sipping their drinks, but their eyes swept over her, taking in everything, from her huge firm tits with their big brown nipples, right down to the tantalizing glimpse of pink gash between her thighs.
"Nice," George said at last, "real nice. Tony wasn't kidding, huh, Sam?"
"Nope," said Sam, a man of very few words.
Lynn was very uneasy, not only because of her nakedness, but because she didn't know what to do next. How could she take care of both men at once? Was she supposed to make the pretense of a massage?
Fortunately George took charge of the "party".
He downed his drink and began to undress, and Sam followed suit. Lynn couldn't help staring.
Male nudity, except for her husband's, was still new to her.
Sam, the short stocky one, was averagely endowed. He had a short stubby thick cock, now pale and soft, that wobbled ludicrously from a thick bush of brown hairs. What impressed Lynn more was his powerful physique. The little man rippled with muscles, and his shoulders were very broad. She was sure he had been a professional fighter at one time.
George, the tall lean one, was hung like a horse. Lynn couldn't believe the length of his cock at first. Even in its soft state it seemed to hang halfway to his knees. She couldn't help feeling a little stir of naughty excitement deep in her my buddy another drink," George ordered. "He's just gonna relax while you give me a little rub-down."
Lynn was glad to have some instructions. She'd been feeling like a dunce. She brought Sam another martini, and he took a chair near the massage table. Long, lean George climbed up on the table-Lynn's wide eyes glued to his incredibly long dangling prick-and lay down on his back.
"Okay, baby," he said, grinning, "do your stuff We'll skip the preliminaries;"
Lynn understood. She wasn't to bother with his back or with anything but that great long flabby prick. She approached the table, blushing and trembling. She somehow couldn't take her eyes off his giant pale cock and the big rosy nuts beneath it. His prick was HUGE…
Licking her lips, trying to appear calm and professional, Lynn stopped at the side of the table and picked up George's dick.
She let the warm doughy cock lie on the palm of her hand, and she began to pet it. It was so long, it wouldn't sit on her palm. The rosy cock-head drooped over the edge, and she curled her fingers around it and began to pump gently. She found she could get both fists around his long limp sausage.
She looked up and blushed deeply. George was watching her, grinning.
"Some hunk of meat, huh, doll?" he said lazily. "If you think that's something, wait till it's hard."
He and Sam snickered. Sam was watching her, too, his little slitted eyes jumping back and forth from her big wobbling tits to her furry beaver. Lynn felt very self-conscious, and she tried to concentrate on her work, pumping George's great long flabby cock in both her hands.
"I said we'd skip the preliminaries," George said, rather impatiently. "Let's just get down to business. Blow me.
Lynn gawked. Take that gigantic prick in her mouth? There wouldn't be room. She'd choke.
"Come on, come on," said George.
Lynn bent over his flat belly and lifted his long doughy cock to her lips. She mustn't anger the customer. She raised the huge deep-red head of his cock and stuffed it in her mouth. It stretched her lips painfully. She sucked in, straining, and managed to draw in about half the length of his giant cock. It filled her mouth, rammed the back of her throat.
"Ummmmmpf," Lynn protested.
But she began to suck his cock as best she could. George sighed deeply and relaxed, his arms folded behind his head. He kept his eyes on her, grinning wickedly. He was clearly aroused by her discomfort, her cruelly stretched lips, her bulging throat. Sam was grinning, too, leaning forward in his chair to watch the show.
"Faster, doll," said George. "Make that dick fly."
Lynn forced saliva into her mouth and bathed his dick with the warm juice. Now her sucking was easier. She sucked his prick as fast as she could, and the noise was lewd, wet, and loud. Again the two men snickered.
"Ummmph!" Lynn protested.
George's huge dick was lurching into erection, stuffing her throat, almost making her gag… She fought for control, opening her throat, letting the hot hard knobby head slide down. She didn't know how she managed it, but she let his enormous stiff prick glide into her throat without choking.
"Hey, all right!" George exclaimed. "This girl is good…"
Lynn sucked strongly, worked her throat muscles around his thick hard meat, concentrating on doing her job.
Just then Sam came up behind her and began to paw her naked body. Lynn jumped, almost choked on George's enormous thick cock, then managed to resume her rhythm. Sam's hands were everywhere -kneading her big swollen tits, snaking between her thighs to tickle and explore her delicate moist slit "Yeah, yeah!" George cried hoarsely. "Take that meat right down to your belly, sweetheart!"