She gripped his thick, muscular ass in her hands, feeling the clammy, slippery sweat that came out of the pores on his fleshy ass-cheeks. She cried, but her tears merely dripped onto his pubic hair and got mixed up with the perspiration that drenched his crotch. Her tongue swirled around and licked the underside of his shaft, fucking across the spot just beneath his bulbous knob.
"Unnhhh! That's the spot! That's it! Dammit! That's the spot!" he bellowed. "Aaahhh! Aaahhh!" He was gasping as he plunged forward again and again, filling her aching mouth with his stiff prick. His cock was huge, swollen and stiff as it slammed repeatedly into her oral cavity, causing her to retch in a frantic effort to keep from choking and spitting his prick out of her mouth. Her jaws felt like they were being split apart by his raging prick as it ripped hard and fast into the tissues that lined the inside of her mouth. Her tonsils puffed up, swelling from the irritation of his cock-knob as it raked across the sensitive area.
She gave special attention to "the spot" beneath his bloated cock-knob, lapping and licking, tongue-lashing that special area from which the huge man seemed to derive such sexual delight. She sucked and slurped on his cock-knob, taking as much of his prick as possible into her mouth. But even when she sucked his cock-knob painfully down into her throat, she could still see a good five inches of the base of his prick which she was unable to suck. Christ! she thought. Malcolm was a real prick!
Her jaws began to ache terribly, and his cock just seemed to keep growing bigger and bigger in her sucking mouth. She found it difficult to believe that any mere mortal could possess a slab of cock the size of Malcolm's prick. No wonder his prick was called a "horse-cock". Even horses would envy a prick this size, she thought.
"Unnhhh! Yeah! Good little cock-sucker!" Malcolm exclaimed. "Nice blow-job, bitch!" He cackled maniacally, his voice pitched higher than usual. But not for a second did he quit face-fucking the poor girl. He kept gyrating his hips, slamming his giant prick between her sucking lips, moaning and groaning with obscene delight. "I love it!"
Sally hated it! She could tell that Malcolm was about ready to come. He was groaning louder and louder as he face-fucked her.
Then he made a low, moaning sound and shot his wad, his jism spurting out of his cock-slit and pouring into her mouth. She gasped for air and sucked down his salty, jelly-like load of cum.
"Drink it all down, sweet cunt!" Malcolm commanded in a hoarse, no-nonsense voice.
She obeyed, sucking down his jism and milking the head of his prick in a frantic effort to drink and swallow all of his cum quickly, before he had a chance to become angry with her.
"Unnhhh! Unnhhh!" he gasped as he twisted and turned, rocking on his heels, pumping his prick into her mouth. Thick gobs of creamy jism pulsed through his blue-veined cock and shot hard into her sucking mouth, filling her mouth, completely. His prick just kept spurting out cum. It kept coming, although it seemed as though it were impossible for any man – even a hulking giant of a man like Malcolm Reams – to carry around so much jism in his balls. "Keep sucking, sweet cunt! Suck my cock until it's dry!"
She kept slurping on his cock-knob, her tongue fucking across his piss-slit, lapping at the cum which spurted out of his prick. She sucked his prick until it was spent and dry.
Malcolm flinched and moved back away from her, his prick almost dropping out of her mouth. She kept her lips clenched around his bulbous cock-knob, wondering what she should do next. She could see that his prick was quickly losing its hardness. His cock was getting soft and flaccid.
The hulking man took another step backward and his long, dangling prick slid out of her mouth and swung like a vine in front of her eyes.
"That was a nice blow-job!" Malcolm said, beaming with satisfaction, complimenting her for a blow-job well done.
She nodded her head in acknowledgement, not wishing to chance raising his ire.
"That was a good first scene!" Bertram Havermeyer yelled. He turned off the movie camera. "A great first scene! Shit, where the hell is Mindy, anyway?"
"Why don't we just go right ahead and film another scene while we wait for Mindy?" Malcolm said.
"I have to think about it," Bertram said, leaving the room. Malcolm Reams followed him out, shrugging his shoulders and grinning at Sally as though nothing unusual had occurred.
CHAPTER FIVE
Bertram Havermeyer and Malcolm Reams soon returned to the harshly-lit room, only this time Malcolm worked the movie camera as Bertram moved forward and cuffed Sally across the room, striking her with his open palm. Malcolm eagerly filmed the brutal manner in which Bertram smacked the wretched girl. His eyes were bulging and half-glazed.
Then the man pulled a long and wide table out from a corner and shoved it into the center of the room. Sally stared at the table. She shook her head in confusion. It was a strange table, so long and wide, covered with shiny black leather. Wooden pegs that appeared to be about twelve inches in length protruded from each corner of the unusual table. Attached to the pegs were steel shackles. She gasped with horror as she caught sight of the manacles.
"I… I don't get it," she said, her voice thin and more strained than before.
"You don't get what?" Bertram asked casually. "I don't get what that weird table is for," she said, cringing nervously.
Bertram moved forward, taking long strides. He lifted her up, cupping his hands under her armpits and pulling her to her feet. Then he smacked her ass very hard and she quickly scooted across the room.
"Okay, jump up on the table and try it out for size," Bertram said.
"No!" she replied emphatically.
"You're not cooperating, Sally. That's not very smart on your part," Bertram said condescendingly. "Now, climb up on the table."
She paused for a moment, holding her ground, her knees weak and trembling.
"Well, if you refuse to cooperate, I suppose I'll have to whip you," Bertram said coldly.
When she heard that, Sally quickly jumped onto the table. She sat there, her legs dangling down. For a moment she felt like a patient in a hospital examination room, naked and waiting on the examination table for the doctor to check her out. But, such was not the case.
Bertram Havermeyer reached out and grabbed one of her wrists. She screamed and tried to pull free, but it was impossible. Bertram was too big and strong. He clamped the heavy steel shackle down on her wrist. Then he snatched up her other hand and attached a manacle to it. She pulled and jerked about in a frenzy of energy, but there was no way for her to escape. She was manacled to the wooden pegs, her arms held above her head and outstretched. Then he shackled her ankles in the same rude manner.
When the man stepped back to examine the girl who lay spread-caged and shackled to the pegs on the leather table, he seemed very happy with himself, "Move in and get a close shot of her like this," he instructed Malcolm Reams. Malcolm stepped in close and focused the camera on her naked body.
"How about a big smile for the film audience now, sweet cunt," Malcolm taunted.
She puckered her lips and spat at the camera, hissing, "Fuck you!"
"Ha! Ha! That's the spirit. Just the reaction I anticipated," he said, laughing. Then he moved back and Bertram closed in on her. In his hand, Bertram held a long rubber dildo that was shaped like a nightstick. The dildo had rough bumps on its rubbery surface.