“Suck him, make him grow,” a voice says in the background, outside of the circle of light in which she feels imprisoned.
She kneels down, touches Orlando’s cock. Lifts the shaft to her dry lips. Underneath she sees the heavy sack of his balls, the lined thin skin holding the heavy testicles, the bulging scrotum. She approaches her mouth. She can feel his member throbbing as she holds it. It’s growing already. Her tongue emerges and reaches the tip of his glans. He has no foreskin. She closes her eyes and moves her head, her mouth forward. The cock slides between her lips, brushes against her teeth and, pulsing all the time, lodges itself against the back of her throat. She almost chokes and has to adjust her position, raising her head slightly, still the sportsman’s penis grows until she feels her whole mouth full, invaded. Her tongue moves around the thick shaft, licking, caressing, tasting the man.
“See, it fits,” she hears Steve, commenting. “I told you she was a big girl. Look at that ass, the butt of a queen, truly.”
She sucks and sucks to little emotional reaction from the black giant. She’s afraid he will come in her mouth, literally drown her throat with his semen, choke her to death. Right then, he places a hand on her freckled shoulder and says: “I’m ready, girl, now.” And pulls his cock out of her aching mouth.
The massive member stands tall, an inch away from her face. She finally opens her eyes. She’s never seen a cock so big, so thick, so long. No, she mentally protests, it’ll kill me. It’ll never go in. It’s physically impossible. It stands at attention, rigid and hard, like a lethal weapon.
She turns around. Steve and half the men have got their cocks out or trousers down. They all seem incredibly thin and long.
“He’s got to wear a condom,” she protests.
“No,” says one of the men.
Katherine stands firm.
“Then I can’t go along with it, I just can’t,” she says. It’s possibly her out.
“For a thousand bucks, you’ll do what we say,” Steve screams at her. “This ain’t no government health education advertorial.”
He walks over to her and suddenly punches her in the stomach. She bends forward, not so much in pain, but out of breath.
“There, that’s a gentle warning.” He pushes her head down to the floor, “Okay, black stud, poke her. First, turn her over so we’ve a good view.”
Orlando moves her body round, spits into his palm, wets his cock and positions his raised dick right by her opening. Katherine is on all fours, rump raised to his level, he pulls her hips up and she almost loses balance. She feels the tip of the cock brushing hard against her outer lips. The black man thrusts hard and the glans enters and jams, only, partly embedded inside her. Her muscles already feel so stretched, she squirms. Her involuntary movement loosens the inner labia and the main shaft moves an inch forward. It hurts. Bad. His large hands seize her rump as he pushes again.
Two of the men are betting.
‘It’ll never go in.”
“Yes, it will. She can take him. Hey, Steve, the stud needs some lubrication, help him out.”
She hears him move close and feels a cold liquid pouring down over her ass and into the vaginal gash, pearling over the black cock. Champagne. Orlando grunts, thrusts hard, his hips dictating the sharp movement, the shaft moves further up her cunt. How much more? She moans. Tears are coming to her eyes. One final shove and he is finally all in, she is tearing, she is being cut in two. The black man begins to move inside her, the top of his cock feels as if it’s moved so far it’s inside her stomach, scraping manically against her inside walls. The movement increases and she blanks out her mind, the pain down there now feels like an anaesthetic, remote, someone else’s. Eternity and over.
“Great ass, hey. Love that mole under the left butt, or is it a beauty spot?” Steve remarks from his vantage point.
White on black.
Black cock inside white cunt.
“Turn over,” one of the men says. “Missionary, now.”
Orlando disengages. It feels like a hole inside her. He pulls her over and down, settles her shoulders and the back of her head on the carpet. She looks down on her body. She is gaping open. She gasps, it’ll never close up again. The outer lips are redder than they were with all the lipstick. The black sportsman, with his cock still at full mast kneels down and with one hand moves the cock back into her. He bobs up and down over her, as the dick slides in and out until it reaches port and impales her totally. Then he pulls her legs up and places them over his own shoulders, still thrusting savagely inside her all the time. For the first time, she feels an early wave of pleasure run through her. Her nipples are so sensitive. Why doesn’t Orlando touch them? Please. Her lover did. The black man’s breath grows shorter. She senses his climax approaching as his eyes open and close in quick succession as he pistons on inside her, his big balls slamming like a metronome against her bum.
“Hey,” Steve shouts out. “Orlando, my man, don’t come inside her. Let’s see your spunk on her face.”
The stud digs ever deeper into her. Vaginal farts punctuate his movements as the air left inside her is displaced by his sheer bulk. Finally, he pulls out hurriedly and his come spurts out like a geyser, white, creamy, burning hot over her shaven mons and her thighs.
“He missed the target,” one of the jokers says.
The black guy, spent, looks Katherine in the eyes. “Sorry,” he whispers. “I needed the money too. Gambling debts.”
He walks away, standing tall, to fetch his clothes.
Quarter of an hour later. Orlando has left and all the businessmen have had another round of drinks. Katherine is still spread out on the thick carpet of the hotel suite, aching madly, her legs still obscenely apart, the lips of her sex still unnaturally dilated, it still hurts too much to close her thighs and steal her live porno movie away from the men.
“So, gentlemen,” Steve says. “Good show, hey? Nothing beats a big, strong blonde. Any of you want a sample now? Please yourselves. No extra cost.”
How can he, Katherine mutters?
The South Americans confer between themselves. Finally, one of them says: “Thanks, but no thanks, compadre. That pussy’s been used up for today. I’d float in there. I don’t care about the black guy, they’re all bloody animals, but I don’t know where that pussy’s been before. I’ve a family, you know. Get rid of her.”
Steve pulls her up. She staggers across the room. He slips her an envelope, together with her crumpled clothes.
“It’s all there. Now you can nicely bugger off, Eddie. And don’t even think of ever mentioning this to anyone or I’ll cut you up so badly your mother wouldn’t recognize you. Understood?”
He opens the door and pushes her out into the corridor.
She’s quite naked, she knows she looks a real mess, the black stud’s spunk is still seeping out somehow between her lower lips, or is it some sort of personal secretion? There’s a bad bruise on the inside of her thigh.
As he closes the door:
“I’d slip something on pronto, girl, if I were you. There might be a hotel detective on the prowl,” he laughs.
She hurriedly dresses and makes her way to the lifts. Yes, her lover had once said, I will celebrate you like no man has ever done, Kate. Yes, all the things he would say as his fingers kept lingering in the small of her back after the act of love.
She’s travelled to Las Vegas. Another stage of her American kaleidoscope. She’d remembered someone once saying how cheap the food and hotels happened to be, subsidized as they were by all the gambling. One of her directors had been there for a bookselling convention, and mentioned the fact. Like a modern Jack Kerouac heroine she’d made the journey on Greyhound buses, crisscrossing the vast plains and their surrounding roadside galleries of decrepit motels and gas stations. And then, one morning at dawn, racing out of the desert into the garish canyons of light of Vegas, she had come across her new, temporary home.