"Yes!" Hunk growled. He remembered how the tickling made her pussy wrench and heave in uncontrolled fury. With her arms and legs bound, that was the only way he could think of to get the bucking, twisting good fuck that his cock demanded for satisfaction.
"You bastard! Oh, you prick head! Don't tickle me… Aaaggghhh! Shit! Uuunnngh! I can't stand that!"
But with each curse or cry, Hunk felt waves of writhing motion. Veronica's ass arched up off the pillows, gyrating in a frenzy of torment. Inside, anguished pulses raced up and down the shaft of his cock.
"Goddamn, look how that bitch can fuck." Jason said.
Chap nodded. "I know… I fucked her hairy cunt first, you know." But he hadn't fucked quite like that. He couldn't see where she got the strength to lift her ass up and grind her pussy on the root on Hunk's cock when all his weight was on her.
"Gruuungh! Pppuuuungh! Hhhhaaaaa!" she gasped and groaned.
Only by lifting and twisting her cunt until bolts of pain ran up her back could she forget the torment of his thumbs teasing softly beneath her arms.
"You fuck even better than I thought," he whispered hoarsely. "I love the way your pussy moves! I could fuck you like this all night!"
"No, God – I can't stand another minute." Every nerve in her upper body twanged with wild shocks. They sped to her brain and made her mind whirl in torment.
Jason could see the misty look in her eyes. Maybe it was lewd passion; maybe it was pain. He couldn't tell, but the emotion was extreme. Nor could he tell by the sounds that sprang up in her from deep inside. Her twisted screams and babbled words meant nothing to him. It all excited him wildly. He began pumping his cock with blurring motions of his hand, holding it close to her face so that she could see the fierce tension swelling there.
Hunk kept fucking into Veronica from behind with force enough to make her vision blur. Her eyes widened, but she couldn't keep them in focus. She grunted, and she moaned, and she felt the seething motions of her cunt increase their fury.
Jason's wagging cock was right before her eyes. In her tormented view, it looked snake-like – as menacing as a cobra swaying to the music of the charmer's flute.
The brutal length of Hunk's cock and the speed of his fucking pushed her forward until the ropes around her ankles pulled tight. Her feet turned cold from the lack of circulation, then they began to tingle.
Her clit had swollen hard and bulged from its protective sheath. Hunk fucked into her with force enough to make it slide on the satin pillow bunched beneath her crotch. That brought another eerie tingling.
"Ooooh," she gasped. "Oooooh, I'm going to cum! It's happening again!" The words came slowly, as though forming each one was a great struggle.
The way her lips strained excited Jason even more. He could imagine the same rippling tension in her cunt, pulling and sucking on Hunk's big cock. He couldn't wait for his turn to fuck her. He had to ease the burning pressure in his balls. He clamped his eyes shut, held his breath, and beat faster on his cock.
"Hhhuuunnnnghh!" Hunk bellowed when his first charge of jism fired.
"Hhhheeeeeeeeyyyeeeeah!" Veronica screamed.
Jason's cock fired while her mouth was open wide. Slick fuck-cream splattered on her upper lip and dripped down into her mouth.
For an instant, she thought Hunk's searing charge of jism had burned its way right through her body. His huge, gushing cock felt strong enough to shoot cum into her cunt and make it bubble from her lips. Jason's spurting made that horrible illusion seem true.
He fired again, this time directly into her open mouth. Jism hit her flapping tongue and slithered into the hollow of her throat. It turned a wild scream of passion into a gurgle of distress. She coughed and sputtered, almost gagged by the rushing flow of spunk.
Her torment delighted Hunk. Her pussy wrenched and heaved like it was trying to strangle his thick cock. He pumped it into her pussy hard and fast, hissing each time he jetted cum as hot as live steam.
"Guuullleeeeeey!" she cried as the thrill of her climax began. It wracked her body and made it strain in a frenzy against the ropes. They creaked from the strain of her wrenching tugs. The rough hemp chafed deep, but her nerves were too jangled to sense the pain.
She wailed a long, shrill cry of joy – tense and trembling – as her thrilling climax neared its peak. Her grinding pussy had milked Hunk's big cock dry, and she began to feel it soften in her cum-flooded fuck-tube.
"I want to fuck her now," Chap said. "Quick, before her hot wet pussy has a chance to calm down."
Hunk rolled off to the side, too weak and spent to think of protest! And Chap drove his cock in deep.
"Not again," Veronica sobbed. "Oh, Jeeezzzus… not so soon!"
"We're going to keep that cunt of yours at a full boil for as long as we can," Chap said. With three cocks to share the pleasure, he figured that might be all night. At least until midnight when that fucking cop husband of hers would go off-shift.
Veronica remembered the first three climaxes in vivid detail. Then she lost count. Successive waves of ever greater and ever more annoying pleasure rattled through her mind like the links of an endless chain.
Tanya felt the heated gaze of every man in the elegant, dimly lit dining room. The formally clad waiter flashed a wicked, taut-lipped grin behind her back while seating her in a tufted velvet antique chair. He knew Jeff Hanson was a pimp. He was a frequent, if not a favored customer. And he knew that in a week or so, this luscious young redhead would be put to work.
The waiter gave Hanson a wink and a knowing grin. I want her as soon as she's ready, it said. He and Jeff Hanson had done business before. The sixty-year-old waiter loved to fuck young girls, and never could he remember one that made his wrinkled old cock ache like this fiery-haired beauty.
Hanson gave a slight nod of understanding and beamed a broad smile as he studied the menu. This little redhead would earn him a fortune after he tamed her with his own aching cock.
Tanya thought at first that men stared and whispered when she walked by because her simple blouse and skirt looked so out of place in the plush surroundings. But then she saw the way their eyes flashed and their tongues flicked across their lips. Most of the regular customers knew Jeff Hanson, and most of them were already fucking young Tanya in their minds.
She took refuge behind the huge menu. The cover was flocked with velvet, red and gold. The parchment pages were lettered with ancient-looking script, and the prices made her eyes pop.
"I recommend the fillet and lobster tail. That's what I'm going to have." Hanson put aside his menu and picked up the wine list.
Tanya scanned down the menu until she found the steak and lobster. "My God, that costs…"
"Never mind what it costs. You're with me."
"But there's gotta be a catch," she said. She wasn't exactly street-wise yet, but she wasn't a complete fool either.
"NO catch," Jeff assured her. "When you finish dinner, you can walk right out the door if you like."
He intended to fill her with so much vintage champagne that she wouldn't be able to walk without clinging to his arm. And if that didn't work, he had a little vial of amber fluid in his pocket that would. By midnight, he expected to be fucking her tawny little cunt for the first time. The first of many!
The Headwaiter eyed Grant Dunlap's off-the-rack suit coldly and rumpled his lip. The little silver-haired blonde with him was stunning, but not shown to best advantage in what he took to be bargain basement clothes.
"Do you have a reservation?" he almost sneered.
"Not yet," Grant said.
"Well, sir… then I'm afraid you might have to wait several hours."
"Call your boss. Tell him Dunlap and Ballard from the Vice Squad are here for dinner. If we have to hang around waiting, there's no telling what we might turn up."