"Unnhhhhh!" he snorted and groaned loudly, fucking her hard, fucking her fast, fucking her brutally with powerful cock-stabs. His prick lurched and throbbed in her cunt, slamming in and out of her pussy, rubbing across her erect and spasming clit, drawing sexual joy from her heated loins.
Every muscle fiber in her body clenched and tightened like a screw, and she twisted and turned as much as her restraining shackles allowed her to move, writhing in sexual bliss, totally overcome by the wonderful and delicious sensations that coursed through her juicy, tight pussy. She relished the emotions that she felt – conflicting emotions that were totally alien to the young girl. She felt intense sexual pleasure, a throbbing sensation that shot through her clit and coursed through her veins, rushing to her brain. At the same time, she felt a sense of horrible shame and degradation. She was being terribly abused, her cunt raped by a man who cared not one iota for her welfare or pleasure. All that Bertram Havermeyer cared about was his own erotic delight – that, and making a sexy porno movie. He didn't care about her at all. He was selfish and egocentric. If push came to shove, he would abruptly abandon her to the wolves, to be ruthlessly devoured while he stood by and watched with total dispassion.
"Unnhhhhh! Unnhhhhh!" he gasped, his prick performing a lewd, trembling and lurching dance inside of her hot, dripping twat. "Unnhhhhh! Shit! I… I'm gonna come! Get… get a… a close shot of… of this," he stammered, instructing Malcolm Reams who moved forward and zoomed the lens of the movie camera in on Bertram's stiff, slick prick as his cock sluiced fast into the girl's hot pussy.
"I got it! I got it! Come whenever you're ready," Malcolm said, spreading his legs wide as he positioned himself to film the man's climax.
Sally looked at Malcolm, her body quivering with passion as she caught sight of his raging hard-on. Malcolm was naked, his huge muscles rippling and glistening in the harsh light, his prick throbbing and his balls clenched in his tight nut-sac. He had a bird's-eye view of the fucking and it was getting him hard, his prick twitching with evil lust and wicked desire.
Was it her body that was turning Malcolm on so much? she wondered. She knew that she had a beautiful young body, firm and delicious. She was a very desirable feminine specimen. Sally knew that. But was she turning Malcolm on, making his prick grow so quickly and stiffen into a hard erection? Or was Malcolm getting turned on by watching this lewd display?
She knew the true answer, but she didn't want to admit the truth. Malcolm didn't really care about her either. If he did, he would stop this obscene happening at once. Then again, she thought, did she really want it to be stopped? No! her mind responded anxiously. No! She wanted to keep right on fucking.
"Ohhhh, yes!" she gasped. She could feel her orgasm beginning to develop, building in her hot, tight cunt, ready to spill over at any moment. She hoped and prayed that Bertram would hang on for a few more precious cock-strokes. "Ohhhh, wait for me!" she wailed. "Wait! Wait, for me!"
"Fuck you! Fuck you! You…" He came suddenly, his body stiffening like a board. His prick lurched upward and inward, sticking far and deep in her cunt. His cum spewed out of his cock-slit in torrents, drenching her abused pussy with jism.
"Unnhhhhh! Unnhhhhh! Aaaahhhh!" he grunted as he shot his load of thick, creamy jism into her pussy, his face contorted with lust, his lips curled over his straight, white teeth, his tongue lolling and hanging out of his mouth like a crazed animal.
Bertram Havermeyer wasn't about to wait for her. He was having his sexual thrills, enjoying his erotic pleasure. He really didn't care about her at all. He only wanted to get off himself. Never mind if she didn't come. He didn't worry about her attaining an orgasm, not at all. All that he worried about was his own climax – and his filthy porno film.
Even as he came in her pussy, his jism coating the linings of her cunt, Bertram Havermeyer turned around and spoke to Malcolm. "Did you get it all? Did you zoom in when I shot my load into Sally's pussy?" he inquired, sweat dripping from his brow, spilling onto her up-thrust tits, dropping onto her puckered and pointed nipples.
"Yeah!" Malcolm Reams replied. "I got it all on film! It's a great scene! We won't have to do a second take!"
Thank God! Sally thought. Jesus! She didn't know if she would be able to withstand a second take of that scene.
Sally heard the loud tattoo of spiked heels coming through the doorway.
"Hello! Anybody home! It's Mindy! I'm ready to go to work!" came a shrill voice which echoed through the condominium apartment. "Get the camera ready for me, you angels! It's Mindy!"
CHAPTER SIX
"Hey, what do we have here?" Mindy Mandringer said condescendingly as she sauntered into the harshly lit room. She moved in an obviously well-practiced, oft-performed, seductive canter, moving her hips about in a gyrating motion so that her firm and supple ass-cheeks rubbed together.
Sally looked at Mindy, noticing instantly that the woman was a true beauty, voluptuous and stacked, her firm tits jutting upward beneath her filmy cotton dress. Her nipples could be seen through the thin fabric, puckered and pointed. The woman had a cruel look about her, the look of a vixen who could never get enough – a first-class bitch. Her eyes were heavily made up; her lips were covered with bright red lipstick. Her hair was shining, dark brown, medium long and straight. Her body was perfect in every detail. This woman was made for sex. But, Mindy Mandringer looked like a small wench, a bitch! There was no mistaking the evil, nasty glint in the woman's eyes as she strode forward, her hips gyrating seductively as she walked.
Sally was frightened out of her wits. Good God! she thought. This woman means trouble, serious trouble! Sally moved about uneasily in her bonds, the shackles tearing at the tender, flesh on her wrists and ankles. She was helpless and at the mercy of her tormentors. But now her tormentors numbered not two, but three! Two men and a strange woman.
"Hey! Good to see you again, Mindy! You little bitch! Shit, you're a fucking sight for sore eyes," Malcolm Reams said with enthusiasm. He licked his lips and strolled forward, swaggered forward, his cock stiff and huge, drooping from its sheer weight down near his knees. "Yeah, baby. My unit has been dying for your pussy! You delicious little cunt!"
Sally thought that she detected a look of lascivious delight in the dark blue eyes of the little bitch as Mindy glared long and hard at Malcolm's huge prick. His cock was dancing in front of him, lurching and throbbing with erotic delight. It seemed almost as though his cock were more than an appendage, as though Malcolm's prick had a mind of its own. Sally was disgusted at the thought that Mindy had fucked Malcolm many times before, although it was obviously true. Sally had heard the two men speaking about the brunette bitch, and she hadn't liked what she heard. She recalled hearing the men speak about how Mindy was late because she had to "dispose of" some other woman, a woman who, like herself, had been featured in one of the films that Bertram Havermeyer had made. Sally was not sure what it meant to be "disposed of", but she was certain that she didn't want that to happen to her.
"Well, Mindy, sweetheart!" Bertram Havermeyer said, moving forward and gripping a fistful of Mindy's taut, creamy ass-flesh, "so nice to see that you could make it for the film session, darling." He pinched her roughly.
"Ouch!" Mindy squealed, flinching and jumping aside, her ass-cheek red from the pinching. "Damn you, Bertram Havermeyer! You fucking asshole!" She laughed loudly and lifted her chin, opening her lips so that Bertram could kiss her on the month. He obliged, leaning over and dipping his tongue into her wet, open mouth. He swirled his tongue over the roof of her mouth and over her teeth. Then he stepped back, perusing her luscious, scantily clad body. "You like what you see, Bertram?" she cooed, licking her lips lasciviously, taunting the man as she began to do a slow bump-and-grind dance in the middle of the floor.