Fingers' thighs began to tremble and Betty saw his scrotum tighten. The dark flesh contracted, pulling its burden of nuts up, and the base of his cock bulged abruptly. Warmth filled her eager throat and she swallowed, gulping at the sudden wealth of thick semen which spurted from his cockhead. The scent of his cum rose from the back of her throat into the cavity behind her nose and she turned giddy with delight and fierce lust.
The knot in her belly hardened and pulsed, and she heard a roar inside her head as if all of her senses were racing to explode. The knot dissolved, only to form again at the mouth of her cunt. Her snatch and her asshole contracted simultaneously, clamping convulsively on the buried fingers. The contraction traveled inward along her vaginal canal like a wave followed by another and another.
She sucked wildly at his cock with each of her own contractions, draining it of jism and robbing it of its hardness. Her body shook with violent tremors and she stiffened her legs until she shook like a madwoman standing on her shoulders, forcing him to sit up.
His hands slid out of her and cupped at her back, holding her body in the vertical position while her orgasm spent itself. At last she sucked a final drop of moisture from the shrinking cockhead and allowed herself to collapse.
CHAPTER SIX
"Hey, boss," Shorty said. "He ain't actin' at all like you said he would. He seems to like it."
"And so does she," said Fingers, smiling broadly from ear to ear. "No woman's ever done that to me before. Oh, God, it was greeeat!"
"Well, Goddamnit," said Joey, "we're going to make them feel degraded if it's the last thing I do."
"It might be," added Willy, "'cause Albert's gone. Did anyone see where he went?"
"He's just afraid of women," said Joey. "But check outside, just to see if he's there."
Shorty got up from beside Bud and ambled out the door. For the first time since this awful scene began Betty took a good look at Bud. Instead of seeing hate in his eyes the way she had expected to, she saw a warm, gentle sympathy. His eyes were trying to tell her something, and she stared at him. Yes! she said to herself. He saw Albert leave, and he knows that Albert's going for help. But Betty knew that she was deluding herself by believing anything so ridiculous. Why would a criminal try to help the police? She couldn't think of a reason. She sank back into a dark despair.
Shorty came bounding back into the room. "He ain't out there, boss," the tall black man said.
"Don't bother with him," Joey said. "He's so frightened of everything that he would never go to the police."
"We better get ready for the next exchange," Willy said.
"No, we don't!" Joey exclaimed. "First I'm going to see fear and shame permanently in their eyes."
"But don't you want to get what's due you?" asked Willy.
"I'll get it, don't worry, I'll get it!" the leader said. "But business before pleasure."
The whole room was looking at him with a bewildered gaze, Bud and Betty were exchanging questioning looks.
"Maybe a big spade getting head from your girl friend will change your tune," said Joey, leaning over Bud and sneering in his face. Bud's expression didn't change a bit as he looked cool and calm.
Betty watched as Shorty took off his pants, his great hose of a black cock flopping out of his pants like a limp fish. She noted the wrinkled black foreskin that looked like smoke curling around the covered cockhead.
Shorty moved slowly over to her, pulling back the skin with his forefinger and thumb, making the cock begin to extend. She watched as the head emerged from its flabby folds, becoming taut and hard, but no less black.
As the cock kept stretching out, Betty became frightened. Though it wasn't as big as Albert's, it looked much more fierce and dangerous – almost deadly. She swallowed hesitantly and reached down to untie the bonds still at her feet. No one moved to stop her, knowing that she wasn't going to get away right now.
Betty looked at the black cock approaching her. She knew she couldn't leave, and she just sat there waiting for something awful to happen. Shorty bounded up on the bed easily and sat down across her soft breasts.
"You don't have to sit on her," Joey told Shorty. "She ain't goin' to run away."
Betty closed her eyes and looked away.
"Now get off her, you big lug. Look how you're squashing her poor tits."
Shorty looked sort of angry at Joey, but he slipped off, touching the soft, resilient skin of her abdomen with his large, flat hand.
"Now just lay down and let her do all of the work," Joey said, acting like the experienced sex instructor.
Not sure what was happening, Betty opened her eyes and watched the big spade lay down beside her. He folded his hands behind his head.
"Now you, sweety," Joey directed her. "You get on your hands and knees and give him a little head."
Both of the men chuckled; Shorty in his deep bass, and Joey with a high-pitched, maddening laugh.
Feeling totally degraded, Betty stared at them. There was nothing she could do. Joey's obvious enjoyment of the situation caused her to hate him almost more than she did the big spade, though she didn't let herself show any emotion.
Hauling herself to her knees, her breasts bobbing over Shorty's thighs, Betty lowered her head. Her eyes met the awesome tool before her and she hesitated. Nothing had ever seemed so brutal to her in her life, the prick was huge, and the veins stood out on the sides like drainage tunnels.
She reached forward and wrapped her hand around the expanding prick, feeling it grow harder and harder in her grasp. Shorty moaned and pumped his hips up tentatively in her grip. She pulled down the smoky foreskin and dipped her head to the silky glans, scooping out the lubricant that had just formed there.
She backed off and aimed the tool at the opening of her moist, red lips. She saw his balls jump as she dropped her face rapidly and took the black silkiness of his glans in her mouth. She never imagined that police work would entail degradation like this, and she almost began to believe the chief and his stories of how women were not cut out for this type of work. But she knew she could endure.
She sucked, pulling the hardness of his cock to the back of her tender mouth, feeling the glans flatten out. She slipped her hand down to his balls and squeezed, knowing that to survive this degradation she would have to act as brutal as they were.
"Oh… baby, baby, do it to me!"
Betty was doing just that. She felt his balls swell up in her left hand as her right hand was still encircling the base of his cock. She squeezed and sucked, feeling the cock expand and contract to her manipulations.
Her tongue swirling a coating of saliva around the black cockhead, she closed her lips tight and sucked extra hard on the glans. Her taste buds were assaulted by the heady flavor of Shorty's cock. Perversion overtook her and she started going wild on the tremendous cock.
She slurped the big prick out of her mouth and ran her lips down the bottom ridge of his cock, sucking on it like a flute player. Shorty was groaning. His hands reached up and took hold of her head, holding it still. Betty wrenched her head free and continued on down the mighty cock.
She felt the dark, curly hairs tickle her nose as she sucked one of his egg-shaped balls into her mouth. She didn't know how it would feel to him, but they looked so delicious bobbing there by his dark asscheeks. She squeezed down on the hard balls with her lips, tucking her teeth under so she'd not hurt him too much and flicking her tongue against the tender skin.