And teenage Dana had been very naughty indeed, lavishing all the charms of her deliciously nubile body on a host of male and female lovers.
Now, her time of reckoning had finally arrived. Now, she would pay the price for her sexy sins - by being punished by her daddy.
The angel-faced teen was stretched across the lap of her father, dressed only in a nightie and that nightie had been lifted to bare her body from the waist down.
She was stretched over his knees for a spanking. Her face was red with shame and her eyes were moist with tears threatening to be shed.
But no tearful pleas would sway her father, from his duty of discipline - he held the strap which would whip some decency into her bare backside!
There was only one hitch in his plans ... as Dana squirmed and wiggled anxiously on his lap, her warm body pressed his genitals.
Even before the spanking started, his penis became stiffly erect from the warm pressure of his daughter's nude form nestled in his lap!
CHAPTER ONE
"Movies, Madame Tranh?"
Moderately amused, Warren Wilson arched a questioning eyebrow. "When I got your call that this was an emergency, I hurried right over. But I didn't think that you'd call me over just to watch some movies!"
"This is an emergency, yes," Madame Nuyen Tranh said, "An emergency for you, not for me, my dear young man."
"I'm afraid that I don't understand," Warren Wilson said.
"You will," Madame Tranh promised.
Madame Nuyen Tranh, formerly of Saigon, was now one of the most influential, if unpublicized, hostesses in the nation's capitol, Washington, D.C.
Small, slight, slender, she was an Oriental beauty, a living Dragon Lady. And indeed, her past was no less colorful than that imaginary heroine.
She was in her middle forties, standing little over five feet tall and weighing slightly less than one hundred pounds.
Her jet-black hair was cut short and straight, framing a face with aristocratic, doll-like features of stunning clarity and expressiveness.
Her face was lean, the good fine bones of her skull prominently displayed under the covering of her dusky amber skin.
Her almond shaped eyes held dark brown, nearly black irises, giving her eyes the look of holes bored in her skull.
Her lips were wide and full. She was slender, petite, with the figure of a young girl, a figure whose litheness was the envy of most women her age.
Nuyen was sheathed in a simple, elegant, expensive black dress, its thin straps running across her smooth shoulders, its black fabric molded to her form.
The dress was low cut, showing the round swelling curves of her breasts, which were high and firm and small.
The hem of the skirt fell to her knees, but the dress was slit up the sides, showing the middle of her taut amber thighs.
She hosted Warren Wilson in the room which served as the study and private office of her establishment, one of the most exclusive whorehouses in the city.
The Vietnamese beauty's name was a by-word for discretion. In this house, the masters of the government ignored party lines and came to pursue and savor their private desires, dreams, fetishes and fantasies.
The establishment was situated outside the city proper-, in an old brick house which had been taken over by the Madame from basement to attic.
It was a three-story house and almost every room was stocked with an international corps of beauties equipped to cater to all desires.
Everything from a standard missionary-position fucking, to an elaborate orgy of water sports with rubber-clad she-males, could be had in this house.
It served a most necessary function. Here it was that the masters of the country could let off steam and relieve the tensions of command in whatever way their lusts prompted them.
But it was no social call which had brought Warren Wilson to the house.
Why, then, had he been summoned?
Perhaps the answer to that question was contained in the wall safe which Nuyen now unlocked, dialing the combination.
Warren Wilson sat in a leather-cushioned, comfortably padded armchair by the massive desk of highly polished wood.
This room was tasteful, with wall-to-wall carpeting, wood-paneled walls and the pleasant aroma of wealth and taste.
Nuyen turned her back to Warren Wilson, who enjoyed the sight of her rounded buttocks arching and shifting under the sheath of the black dress.
She opened the safe, swinging out its rounded door and reaching into the cylinder-shaped cavity in the wall.
From within she took out a small, rectangular object of black plastic, which Warren Wilson immediately recognized.
As she shut the safe and turned to face him, Warren said, "That's a video cassette, isn't it?"
"Yes."
"Must be pretty hot stuff, for you to keep it locked away."
"You will find out just how hot it is, my handsome young friend."
Her shapely legs crossed the room in lithe strides. She went to the far wall, pulling the drawstrings which caused a pair of blue, wall-length curtains to open.
The curtains swung back and to the sides, exposing a seven-foot television screen, mounted on the wall.
The screen uncovered, Nuyen inserted the video cassette into the machine and pressed down the appropriate buttons.
There was a whirring sound as the cassette was fast-forwarded through the machine.
Warren picked up his chair and turned it so that it faced the screen.
"You had better sit down for this one," Madame Tranh warned him.
He smiled. "Don't worry, I'm not fainthearted."
"You had better sit down."
Sit down he did.
Warren Wilson was a handsome, clean-cut young man in his early thirties. Tall and athletic, he had short dark hair and a pleasing, well-formed face.
Madame Tranh stopped the fast forward, freezing the picture. "What I have to show you - what you must see - starts here."
She threw the switch which allowed the video to run at its normal rate. She turned off the lights, throwing the room into darkness.
In that darkness, the video screen was a square of light. Warren Wilson took a good look at the images unrolling on the screen.
It was a porno film, of course. The lined texture of the video told Warren that what he was watching had been filmed on inexpensive video tape, rather than being put on film stock. It had the usual poor production values.
The scene, about a quarter of the way into the picture, took place in the usual cheesy motel room.
The room was simply furnished, with bare blue walls, a white plaster ceiling, a chest of drawers, a chair and a big, big bed.
The bed was the focus of attention for the picture.
A man and woman lay stretched out in bed.
The man was short, dark, muscular, with thick brooding features. His black hair was balding and his upper lip was shrouded with a thick drooping mustache.
His muscles showed the effects of bodybuilding, with the shoulders slabs of flexing muscle. Thick patches of black furry hair matted his chest.
He was bare from the waist up, with his lower body covered in black slacks, slacks whose crotch bulged conspicuously.
He lay on his back with his head resting on his folded arms.
His companion lay beside him, a voluptuous, statuesque platinum blonde.
Warren Wilson had a taste for vixenish trashy ladies with the bodies of burlesque queens and his interests were stirred by the sight of this blonde.
She was in her early forties, about the same age as the male companion who lay on the other side of the bed.
She was tall - tall, broad and wickedly curved. She had a wide sharply featured face, heavily made-up with wet red glistening lips.
Her hair was dyed a shade of blonde so pale that it was almost silver, except for the black roots to be seen at the scalp.
Her build was phenomenal. Her breasts were creamy melons of flesh whose sheer abundance was breathtaking.
Her torso was wickedly curved, shaped like an hourglass. Her hips widened out, full and womanly. Her legs were long and straight and strong.
She wore a black garter belt, stockings and high heels. Between the garter belt and the stocking tops, she was bare.
The thick black bush of her pussy testified without doubt that here was no natural blonde. The lips of her pussy were full and fleshy.
As the action on the screen progressed, the couple in bed were roused by a knocking on the door to the room.
The woman, sitting up, called out, asking who it was. From the other side of the closet door, an unseen speaker answered in a girlish voice that it was Sally.
The man, Tony, looked questioningly at the buxom blonde, Stella. Stella leered, red lips smiling in a look of hot lust.
She explained to Tony that it was Sally, her niece, come to call. Tony sat up in bed, back propped against the headboard, legs extended across the mattress.
Stella swung her long legs off the bed, set her high heeled feet down on the floor and rose, breasts bobbing heavily.
"Ummm! What a figure!" Warren murmured.
"Rather overgrown, for my taste," Madame Tranh sniffed, her woman's vanity stung by a compliment to another female in her presence.
"However, Warren, Stella is not the star of this show, as you will see."
Stella picked up a robe from a chair at the bedside. It was a gauzy black negligee, a wickedly see-through item which she shrugged on her shoulders.
The garment clung to her lush curves. She had creamy flesh and her nipples stood out dark and red and thick like cherries.
She pulled on the garment, belting it at the waist. See-through as it was, it made her look even lewder than she had looked earlier.
She crossed to the door with a breast-bobbing strut, hips swinging, long legs flashing. She unlocked the door and opened it wide to admit the newcomer.
Standing close to the video projector, Madame Tranh's wide lips quirked up in a chilly smile which was totally devoid of mirth.
"Now, dear Warren, you will have to, as you Americans so picturesquely put it, 'hold on to your hat'."
Standing outside the motel room was a young girl. She was in her middle teens but had been dressed to look even younger.
She was five and a half feet tall, sweet and nubile. Her chestnut brown hair was done up in a pert little pony tail.
She had a sweet, lovely face, pure and untouched. She looked totally out of place here, in this sleazy environment.
Stella, smiling broadly, stepped to one side to permit the girl to enter. At first, Warren Wilson could not get a clear look at the girl, due to the unsteady camera work of the cheaply shot video.
He leaned forward in his chair, features intent as he tried to get a better look. His sharp eyes narrowed as he stared.
Stella closed the door and locked it, she turned to hug and kiss the girl, who greeted her as "Aunt Stella".
Stella was close to six feet tall, with her high heels on and had to bend forward to kiss the girl on the mouth.
One of Stella's luscious tits flopped out of her gown. Unconcerned, she slipped it back inside the see-through black robe.
She held the girl's head in her hands and kissed her on the mouth. Her head blocked that of the girl's, so Warren still had not seen her.
Stella gave the girl a most ardent kiss. Her red painted lips pressed the girl's soft pink mouth, her tongue thrusting.
Her hand holding the girl's head hid the features of the little lady, but Warren could see the lush nubile mounds of the girl's breasts pressing out the front of the pink, little-girl dress she wore.
Stella took a long, lingering kiss. She broke it off at last, to slip her arm around the youngster's waist and give it a squeeze.
Now the girl stood so that she faced the camera, so that for the first time Warren Wilson got a close clear look at her.
He knew her.
A knife of unease twisted in his belly. He knew her! His guts churned and his skin tingled and his blood chilled.
"Oh, shit!" he cried.
Madame Tranh's long brown finger with its sharp polished painted nail reached out to halt the scene, freezing the image in place.
The action of the movie interrupted, the girl's face was frozen in place like a photograph, so that Warren Wilson could scrupulously examine it.
Yes, he knew who it was. There was no hope that this was just a chance resemblance with a stranger - no such luck!
Warren put his hand on his face and squeezed his flesh, moaning as he did so.
The girl was quite heart-breakingly lovely. She had an oval face, with delicate features, merry deep set dark eyes, a thin straight nose and a pink rosebud mouth.
"Now you know why I said that this was an emergency," Madame Tranh said. "It is her, isn't it?"
"Yes, that's her," moaned Warren Wilson. "That's Dana, all right! Christ! How can she be so fucking stupid?!"
He asked Madame Tranh, with a sinking feeling in his gut, "Just how bad does this film get?"
"That all depends on your point of view," she replied. "For the lover of such films - for those who fancy young, fresh girls - the film gets very, very good. From your standpoint - and that of your boss - it could hardly be worse!"
Warren Wilson chewed the inside of his mouth, his brain reeling, his mind working like a computer, thinking through plans, schemes, options, trying to figure out some way to minimize the damage from what was shaping up like a big damn mess.
No point in trying to make a decision before the damage reports were all in and until he had all the facts at his fingertips.
"It's her," he repeated. "Might as well see the rest of it!"
Madame Tranh's finger stabbed the button, once more freeing the frame and advancing the film, so that the action resumed once again.
Arm circling the girl's waist, Stella brought Dana to the bedside, where a grinning Tony looked her up and down with evident lust.
He moved over on the bed. Dana sat down between him and Stella. Warren Wilson just knew what was going to happen.
In this kind of video, such things as notions of plot were meaningless, so it took all of one minute or less of screen time for the adult couple to begin kissing and caressing the girl.
Dana was a lovely teen girl. She was sixteen, with thick dark hair, a radiant face and a deliriously nubile body.
Dana was also Dana Hawker, oldest daughter of former General Darius Hawker.
General Hawker was now one of the top policy makers in Washington, a leading and controversial figure in the current administration.
Darius Hawker was also Warren Wilson's boss. Warren was a shrewd, fast-moving trouble-shooter, one of the General's leading aides.
Warren was used to having hot potatoes dropped in his lap, but this one was shaping up as the biggest mess of all.
How in hell could Dana be so damned stupid?!
But she was always a trouble girl. She was smart and. spoiled and lovely. She was also reckless, headstrong and an insatiable seeker after kicks.
In his capacity as the General's trusted subordinate, Warren Wilson had cleaned up after Dana's messes more than once.
She had been expelled from close to half-a-dozen private schools for everything from smoking grass in the girl's room to seducing her French teacher.
She had been in trouble with the law on minor matters before and it had taken plenty of fancy footwork and even more hush money for Warren to keep the offenses out of the attention of the scandal-hungry press.
General Hawker was a controversial figure with plenty of enemies just waiting for an opening to really stick it to him.
Now it seemed that his daughter had provided his enemies with plenty of ammunition by getting involved in this video fuck-film.
The General was a blindly doting daddy to both his daughters. His younger daughter, demure Jennifer, was some three years younger than Dana.
Dana had plenty of money. Warren knew intuitively that the girl had gotten involved in this fuck film simply for kicks.
In the film, now, Stella kissed the girl once more. Her open mouth locked on Dana's, her jaw muscles flexing as she thrust her tongue in the girl's mouth.
Sitting on the other side of the teen beauty, Tony fondled the thick dark mane of her pony tail, then fingered the contours of her neck and face.
Stella broke off the kiss. She didn't have to do any acting here, since she obviously had an authentic taste for the delights of tender teen girls.
Tony was equally aroused, as the bulge in his pants demonstrated beyond a shadow of a doubt. He and Stella now openly fondled the girl.
Warren grimaced. Well, what was done was done. He knew that this was Dana Hawker, knew that utterly. So, for now, there was nothing to do but sit back and see the rest of the show. It promised to be a most stimulating one.
Stella's robe was open now, with both breasts bobbing out, the fat red nipples rising up from the mounds like thimbles of flesh.
The robe was only in her way, so she took it off and threw it casually over her shoulder, where it fell to the floor.
Stella pressed into young Dana, her abundant bosom right under Dana's chin. The girl looked down, eyes wide, mouth open.
Dana wasn't acting, either. Tony and Stella, a pair of veteran sex pros, had met their wanton match in this angel-faced teen temptress.
Tony's arm was across her shoulders. Warren Wilson squirmed when Tony's bare, muscled torso leaned into Dana's high-breasted body.
Tony put his hand on her breasts and fondled them through her dress. He took hold of Dana's hand and put in his lap, pressing it against his erection, holding it there and rubbing it. The girl moaned, shivered.
Stella, leering, put her hand on the back of the girl's head and pulled Dana's face down to her bosom. But there was little maternal feeling in this gesture.
Lust was the key. Stella's big stiff-nippled breasts jutted out, with Dana's face buried deep between them, engulfed in soft bosom flesh.
Stella swayed from side to side, so that the mounds of her breasts softly slapped the face of the moaning teenage girl.
Tony rubbed Dana's hand back and forth over his bulging crotch, massaging his member. His other hand rubbed and kneaded her breasts.
Bright rosy red spots of blazing color flared in Dana's cheeks.
Tony took her hand off his crotch long enough to open his pants. He undid the top button, pulled down the zipper and pulled open the flaps.
He wore no underwear, of course. He was naked under the black slacks and when he pulled open the zipper, his massive erection flopped out.
"Damn!" Warren Wilson whistled softly in admiration at the size of the splendid male member protruding from Tony's taut, muscular hips.
He had a swollen, uncircumcised cock which measured over eight inches long and was stiffly, thickly swollen. It rose from his hips in a tilted angle.
His erection now nakedly exposed, he put Dana's hand back on it, pressing it against his red and throbbing penis flesh.
Stella cupped one of her breasts, soft ripples of bosom flesh oozing through her spread fingers. She raised the breast to Dana's mouth.
Dana felt and saw Tony's erection. She gasped and moaned about how big he was, until she was silenced by the stiff nipple which Stella stuffed into her mouth.
Her hand closed over Tony's thick red shaft. When he took his hand away, she continued to pump and pull his penis.
He opened her dress. It unbuttoned down the front. Her breasts were cupped in a white cotton bra a few sizes too small.
Stella and Tony both disengaged so they could strip the girl.
Dana looked happily dazed with lust. Her eyes shone and she kept licking and chewing her pink lips with nervous excitement.
She was a passive little teen toy, a doll. She sat up in bed while Stella and Tony took off her dress, exposing her superb little body.
Dana wore a white bra and white panties. She was slim, with pear-shaped breasts, wide hips, a narrow waist and a rounded bottom.
Stella sat the girl up in bed while she reached for the bra strap at Dana's back and unhooked it and took off the girl's bra.
Her breasts were pear-shaped, with sharp shocking pink nipples jutting from their tips. Stella fondled and groped the breasts.
Tony took down her panties, making her all naked. Her dark brown bush was neatly trimmed and covered a pink-lipped pussy that was a joy to behold.
"That child's skin is as white and smooth and clear as milk," Madame Tranh muttered.
In the unnatural glare of the screen, Warren Wilson looked away from the action to take a quick scanning glance at the Vietnamese madame.
She was in a state of excitement, her dark eyes fastened to the screen, her wide lips slightly parted.
The tip of her pink tongue flicked out, wetting her wide lips. She sat with her arms folded across her sharply pointed breasts, hugging herself.
She squirmed on the seat, squeezing her thighs against her pussy.
Madame Tranh was voraciously omni-sexual, with a lust for all beautiful people of either sex. Warren knew that delicious Dana was getting under her skin.
How could the kid have been so god-damned dumb?!
She was getting her kicks, though. Dana loved to be the center of attention and she was getting plenty of that from Stella and Tony.
The lustful adults made free with her tender teen body, their hands sliding over her flesh, her limbs, stroking and caressing her.
Tony took off his pants. He stood at the bedside, holding his stiff penis.
Dana crawled across the bed on hands and knees, her stiff-nippled breasts bobbing and softly slapping the insides of her arms.
She crawled to the bed's edge, where her eager face was level with Tony's groin. She turned her face up to him.
He took hold of his member and pressed the head of it against her face. Dana's eyes were squeezed shut and she moaned eagerly as he rubbed the cock head all over her face.
Stella got behind the girl. She put her hands on Dana's lean hips. The hands had sharp scarlet-painted nails.
Stella pressed her face to Dana's backside. She nuzzled the buttocks, sliding her eager face this way and that way across them.
She kissed the buttocks up and down. Dana's knees were parted, spreading her ivory thighs and exposing her tender pink pussy.
Stella fastened her kissing mouth on the pussy lips.
Tony pressed the head of his swollen penis to Dana's puckered lips. Dana kissed the head. Tony put it in her mouth.
The corners of her lips were stretched by the thickness of the cock. Tony held her head in his hands and pushed his penis deep.
The girl's eyes widened as the fat member entered her mouth. Tony's taut buttocks stood out like rocks as he pushed his hips back and forth.
He pumped his swollen penis in and out of Dana's mouth, fucking her between the lips, his penis a thrusting blur of lust.
Stella was equally occupied. She had a long pink tongue which was rolling up and down the girl's slit, licking it with thick strokes.
Dana wiggled her hips and pert little bottom as her slit was tongued. Stella licked the outside of the pussy, then penetrated it with her tongue.
Her red, painted lips were pressed to the dusky pink pussy lips. Stella slid her tongue inside Dana and licked it.
Tony's cock got redder and hotter with each stroke. Suddenly he took hold of his member and pulled it all the way out of her mouth.
His penis burned bright red. It was sticky and shining with Dana's saliva. He pulled back the rose skin, exposing the knobbed glans.
He came all over Dana's face.
CHAPTER TWO
But there was more to come ... including Dana.
She wiped the semen from her face with a hand towel. Much of it smeared and shone on her bright pink face.
Tony was still hard, even though he had just come. His penis stood out stiff and straight, seemingly undiminshed from the recent orgasm.
And Stella still had her pleasure to attend to. She and Tony fondled Dana as they moved her on the bed, laying her down on her back.
Dana lay on her back, hands at her sides, while Tony and Stella knelt on the mattress on either side of the girl. Lucky it was a big bed ...
Tony put his hand between Dana's pink thighs and parted them, opening wide. Her pink-lipped pussy shone with saliva from Stella's licking mouth.
Stella lowered her head. She kissed the girl's breasts, which were so much smaller than her own, although Dana was especially nubile for a girl her age.
Stella sucked a stiff pink nipple between her ripe red lips and nibbled it. Tony rubbed Dana between the legs.
Tony stretched out on top of her, his swarthy strong body covering her lean, slim, high-breasted form.
He supported himself on knees and elbows, reaching under himself with one hand to take hold of himself and guide his penis to her pussy.
He pressed the cock head against her tender adolescent slit. She was fleecily bushed, with a fullness of pubic hair.
He rubbed the head of the cock up and down her slit. He pressed the tip of it against the tender pussy lips and pried them open.
Dana moaned and squirmed as she was penetrated, her long legs kicking and thrashing. She cried out that he was too big.
Dana was not an especially gifted actress. No doubt she had been coached to play the part of a tender girl who found Tony's thick cock too big to stand.
But it was hard for her to hide the look of lewd pleasure creasing her shining red face as Tony forced the big prod of his penis up inside her.
The swollen red shaft sank into her sweet sex. Her pussy lips, spread to the sides, were quivering under their coating of saliva.
Tony jammed his rod into her. Dana's legs were bent at the knees and she hugged his flanks with her thighs.
His clenched buttocks stood out like rocks as he drove his cock in and out, forcefully fucking her with deep surging strokes.
Stella had been kneeling at the bed's head, looking down and leering at the action as Tony put it to the teen beauty.
Her hand was between her legs, stroking the fleshy lips of her pussy, pulling them apart to flash the bright wet pink of her membranes.
Stella walked on her knees, until she was at the girl's head, straddling it. She faced Dana's feet and put her knees on either side of the girl's head.
The mattress sank under her weight. Dana's closed eyes fluttered, opened and looked up to see Stella's fat crotch poised over her face.
Dana's mouth gaped open to accept the love offering.
Stella stopped stroking her pussy and sat on Dana's face. The shadow of the wanton woman fell on Dana's face, throwing it into darkness, a dimness where for an instant the girl's white eyes and teeth shone.
Then Stella's crotch covered the head of the girl. Her pussy lips spread open when they pressed down on Dana's open mouth.
Dana was engulfed with masses of steamy slippery pussy membranes, her face vanishing from sight under Stella.
So - there was Dana, being fucked at both ends, with Stella riding the youngster's mouth to orgasm and Tony royally fucking her pink-lipped pussy.
Warren Wilson shook his head. Something sharp stung his eyes. He realized that it was salty sweat, which had trickled into the corners of his orbs.
He was sweating like a pig, there in the darkness where the screen of the giant seven-foot viewer was a window into a world of magnified lust.
He pulled his handkerchief from his pocket and mopped his face with it. He was sweating so heavily that the handkerchief became limp and damp.
He was only dimly aware of Madame Tranh throwing the switch, turning off the video cassette. The tread of her footsteps was muffled by the thick carpeting as she went to her desk and sat behind it.
Warren Wilson turned to face her. A single small lamp burned at her desk, casting a cone of dim yellow light.
The rest of the room was in gloom, while Madame Tranh's face and flesh seemed to shine as if throwing off their own radiance.
Her eyes were wide black pools caught in almond-shaped orbs. Taking his gaze from her face, he observed that her nipples stood out as stiff points.
"There is more to the cassette, of course, but that is the only scene in which that charming young lady appears," she said.
Warren Wilson shook his head to clear it. "May ask where you got that?"
"My contacts in the field are many. As you know, more than a few of my clients here like to look at films and videos, particularly of such hard-to-find esoteric items not readily available through legal channels."
She smiled. "I am always on the look-out for new material which will amuse my patrons. And, needless to say, the youngster in this film has generated a great deal of excitement."
"I'll say - onscreen and off!" Warren affirmed.
"When I previewed it, I thought that I recognized the girl from photos in the papers, so I went to check on it," Nuyen Tranh explained.
"When I had assured myself that the girl was indeed none other than the daughter of General Hawker, I immediately got in contact with you."
"Thanks - I appreciate it, Nuyen. This is a hell of a mess ... has this cassette gone into distribution yet?"
"It's distribution will be limited. The girl is most certainly not eighteen, which is the legal age for performers in such ... ah, extravaganzas. May I ask just how old the girl is?"
"Sixteen, going on forty!" Warren said.
"She's quite a fascinating charmer," murmured Madame Tranh. "Sixteen, hmmmm ... her face looks younger than that, more girlish, while her physique looks older."
Warren said, "By the time she turned thirteen, Dana knew more about sex than the average woman who's been married for twenty years!"
"A fascinating creature, yes," Nuyen repeated. "But, to continue - no, this product has not been distributed. That is an operation which must be done with care, so the video can be offered to a select clientele."
Warren questioned her closely, getting the information he needed from her. Some fifteen minutes later, he put away his pencil, closed his pocket notebook, slipped it in the inside breast pocket of his jacket, rose.
"This video cassette, Nuyen - can I have it? I'll return it when I'm done."
"Take it," she said. "There are others ... unfortunately for you and even more unfortunately for your boss at the Department!"
"I'll try to put out the fire, if possible."
Nuyen rewound the cassette at high speed, took it from the machine and gave it to Warren, who stuffed it in his jacket pocket.
He said sincerely, "Nuyen, I can't thank you enough for telling me about this deal. I just hope to hell it's not too late for me to do something about it."
He asked her, "Now - what can I do for you?"
"I expect no reward for passing this information on to you, Warren. That is what friends are for. Perhaps one day you can do me a similar service."
"Just name it - and you've got it! I owe you big, Nuyen and I won't forget it!"
The Oriental beauty came around from behind the video projector and advanced on Warren, the swelling curves of her high firm breasts rippling.
She moved with the litheness of a snake, the tawny covering of her flesh sliding and flexing with the wiry muscle and soft masses of her form.
She went to him. He stood almost a head taller than her. She stood only a few inches from him, her dark eyes bright and shining.
She was so close that he could smell the sweet natural scent of her hair and the aromatic perfume which clung to her soft skin.
His temperature, still simmering from the film, began to boil.
She pressed her hips against his and toyed with the top button of his shirt.
"Now that you mention it, Warren, I can think of one or two or three things that you could do for me ... "
Warren groaned. "If only I could! Nuyen, I'd love nothing more than that, but I can't -not right now. I've got to move fast on this thing before I lose any chance of containing the damage! Please - let me have a raincheck on a rendezvous. As soon as this mess is settled - one way or the other - I'll make it up to you!"
He added ruefully, "If this thing goes public, I might have to come to you for a job!"
"Oh, I'll always be ready to find some, er, position for you to occupy, Warren. But you're very cruel to leave me all steamed up like this ... "
"Nuyen, if I could only stay - but I can't."
Chills ran up and down his spine as she caressed his flat, muscled chest through his shirt. She ran her fingers down to his waist.
"I might have to make you suffer when I see you next," she teased.
"Believe me, I'm suffering now! You think that I want to walk out of here and chase around town trying to clean up the mess made by a damn fool girl without the brains that God gave her?!"
"Why do you do it?"
"It's my job. If the press gets a hold of this one - Christ! The General will be finished in Washington and I'll go down with him!"
"That summons up an interesting picture, you going down with the General."
"That's not the way I meant it," Warren said hastily.
"Oh, I know that ... I was just teasing you," Nuyen said. "After all, I well know the sexual preferences of your General. Young girls, not boys, are what he favors - especially those naughty little misses, eh?"
Her hand brushed his groin, fanning flame through it. She pressed her skilled fingers against his genitals, swiftly stroking them.
Her skilled, knowing hand hit his libido and his penis jerked and rose and stood up straight, straining the seams of his trousers.
He chewed the inside of his cheek as she fondled his member through his pants, her slim yellow fingers pressing the erection, fondling it.
"Don't tell me that you'll leave in this aroused state, Warren? Really, it's positively unhealthy to bottle all that up!"
"Nuyen, please-"
She moved her mouth close to his ear. Her warm breath tingled as she whispered.
"Actually, Warren, there is one small, one very small thing you might be able to do for me, one little favor ... "
"Name it."
"The girl - I'd like to make her acquaintance. There's a few things I'd like to teach that lovely little minx!"
"I'll see what I can do, Nuyen. But first, I've got to find her!"
Outside, it was a miserable night, with filthy weather. It was the month of March and a sleeting storm of icy rain and slushy snow poured down from the dark clouds which covered the midnight sky.
Warren Wilson's erection shrank and dwindled to its normal size within seconds of his going from the warmth of the whorehouse into the streets.
He itched to get into action, but there was little he could do at this hour.
He called the home across the Potomac, the mansion where the General lived when he was in town and where his daughters, Dana and Jennifer, resided under the feeble guardianship of a corps of housemaids and servants.
Warren Wilson called the house, to see if Dana was there. Of course, she was not, as he was informed by the sleepy servant who was on the other end of the line.
Dana hadn't been home for a few days. That was hardly news to Warren - the girl was quite unmanageable, even for her father, a legendary military man and authoritarian who could boss NATO forces, but could not restrain his headstrong daughter.
Warren was at least partially relieved to learn that Jennifer, the younger of the girls, was home and tucked safely in bed.
Jennifer was a potential danger spot. She was thirteen and ripening fast into nubility. Worse, she idolized and was totally under the spell of her older sister.
Warren would have liked to have questioned the girl. Jennifer was close to Dana and would know how to get in touch with her if anyone would.
But the servant informed him that Jennifer was sleeping. Warren thought it best to postpone speaking to Jennifer until the light of day.
He hung up. He had a few ideas, schemes to put in motion, but at this hour he could only get the preliminaries rolling.
One advantage he had was that, as a special assistant to the powerful General, he could call upon some mighty impressive resources.
Dissatisfied, but unable to do more at the moment than make some calls to set up his play for tomorrow, he headed home.
His apartment was in a tower of steel and glass, a luxurious condominium overlooking the nation's capital, which was spread out below his window in a panoramic display of lights scattered like fistfuls of diamonds sprinkled over the land.
Warren sat in his shirt and slacks in that apartment. He sat in the dark, the only light that which shone in through the uncurtained window from the city lights.
His chair faced the view and he clutched a tall glass heavy with bourbon, a glass which he drained rapidly.
He had come a long way to get here. It was a sweet life, just what he had worked and schemed and slaved for a long, long time.
He intended to keep it.
He could have drank more bourbon - a lot more - but tomorrow would be the showdown and he would need a cool head and a clear one.
He climbed naked into bed, his body tired but his mind racing. He lay in the dark for a long time, hatching out schemes until they mixed with his dreams and he drifted off to a sound sleep.
He was up at the crack of dawn, but it wasn't until one in the afternoon that he faced the man that he wanted to see.
The office was in a seedy building in a rundown downtown district, not as bad as many sections of the capital city, but not particularly pleasant, either.
The office was on the fifth floor. In the outer room, a voluptuous receptionist sat behind a desk. She was busy filing her nails.
She was a statuesque redhead, with bright orange hair styled in stiff sprayed upswept curves framing her round, pale pink face.
So abundantly was she endowed with fleshy assets that she was a little on the plump side, which bothered Warren not in the least, since his taste in females was quite wide-ranging and he appreciated all the varieties of female physiques.
This redhead had much to admire, with a swollen bosom which threatened to pop the buttons from her blouse if she made the mistake of breathing too deeply.
She had a narrow, a wasp waist which flared out into wide hips and a bottom that he would have loved to sink his teeth, or even better his cock, into.
The flame-haired beauty sat there with a look of total concentration as she scrupulously filed her pink polished nails.
She was a versatile receptionist - she was chewing gum at the same time that she filed her nails. A double-threat girl.
The walls were papered with movie posters, posters for ventures so obscure that they never even reached the triple-XXX movie houses.
From time to time, she peered upward with interested green eyes through her thick lashes, covertly gazing at Warren Wilson.
Finally, Mr. Beedle was ready to see Warren. Warren had been ready to see him since the private screening at the Tranh house last night.
Earlier today, he had called the Hawker house, to be informed by a supercilious butler that Dana had not returned home, or been heard of.
Warren vowed that he was going to light a fire under the asses of the house staff of servants, for doing such a poor job of managing Dana.
Not that the girl could be managed. She needed keepers, not servants.
Fred Beedie's private office was little larger than the tiny reception room area. Warren Wilson closed the door, crossed to the desk.
Beedle was an inoffensive looking soul, a wan middle aged man, frayed at the edges, with watery brown eyes and a head of thinning, mouse-brown hair.
He stood up and Warren Wilson reached across the desk to shake hands. Beedie's hand was moist and limp, like a day-old fish.
Warren sat down in a chair, facing Beedle across the desk.
This was the showdown - even if Beedle didn't know it yet.
He would, soon.
Warren had gotten the name from Madame Tranh. Where the varieties of vice were concerned, there wasn't anybody in town worth knowing that the Oriental didn't know.
Beedle was the head of the fly-by-night company which had made the video cassette featuring Dana's screen debut.
This company was strictly the smallest of small-timers, an independent outfit which was on the verge of perpetual bankruptcy.
Nuyen Tranh had furnished Warren with the appropriate references which would gain him entry to Beedle - and Warren had added a few innovations of his own.
He leaned forward and made his pitch. As he spoke, the look on Beedle's face changed from a show of warm friendly interest, to puzzlement, to frowning disbelief and finally to mocking laughter.
Beedle waved his hand, cutting off Warren in mid-word. "You've got to be kidding!"
"Sorry, no. I'm perfectly sincere."
"Listen, mister, I don't know who you are, but you're wasting my time and yours! Hey, pal, I'm glad that you liked the picture - although I'm damned if I know where you saw it - but I can tell you that a lot of other people are going to like it, too! That video's a gold mine!"
Beedle snorted in disbelief. "And you tell me to pull back all the copies and the master and give 'em to you?!"
"Sell, not give. I will pay you not only what the video cost you to make, but what you would have made through selling it openly."
"Forget it, chum!"
"The girl in the video -"
"The little doll?" Beedle leered, licking his lips. "Man, she sure is something, huh? There's a little pornlet superstar if I ever saw one!"
"She's retired from acting, Mr. Beedle. We'd like her to finish high school before she goes on to pursue any acting career."
"What that kid knows, they don't teach in high school!"
Beedle's watery eyes narrowed suspiciously, squeezing out crystal drops of moisture which hung in the creases at the corners of his eyes like crocodile tears.
"Hey, buddy, where do you come into this deal?"
"You might say that I'm a friend of the family. You might also say that the girl is sixteen years old - and we can prove it."
"Go ahead, chum," Beedle smirked, "prove it! Listen, pal - that kid claimed she was eighteen and she had ID to prove it."
"Faked ID."
"Hey, how am I supposed to know that? Who am I, the fucking Treasury department or something, to figure out if ID is fake or not? All I know is that I got photo copies of the ID she showed me and copies of the model release where she swears that she's eighteen."
Beedle stood up, signaling that the interview was at an end. "You've been giving out with a lot of wind, buddy. Now, I suggest that you blow."
Warren Wilson sighed. "Good day, Mr. Beedle."
He exited the office, winking at the receptionist on his way out. He went into the hall and walked around the corner.
Waiting around the corner were six good men and true. They were straight-arrow types, big, muscular, competent, with the flat-eyed cold gaze of hunters.
They had a military look to them, which was not surprising, since they were top agents of one of the nation's ultra-secret security agencies.
General Hawker was a titan in the State Department and carried enormous clout. This secret, hush-hush spy bureau, its existence unknown to the general public and even to many Washington insiders, was under his complete control.
And, as his personal assistant, Warren Wilson had a blank check from the General which enabled him to draw on the enormous resources of the General's agencies.
The agents all seemed stamped out of the same cookie cutter. They had short hair, clean-shaven faces and conservative business suits.
Warren spoke to the chief of the squadron. "Mr. Beedle intends to be difficult. Pick him up and take him some place where he can cool off."
"Righto. Should we take him hard, or soft?"
"Please, please, just take him into custody! No rough stuff, please!"
The agent's cynical smirk showed that he regarded Warren as a weakling for not wanting to unleash a little brutality on Beedle.
The other agents were downcast at the restraint of non-violence. That was the trouble with these sorts of fellows - you had to keep a watch on them - they had a tendency to get a little carried away.
"One thing more," Warren added. "Don't pick up the receptionist. She knows nothing - she's strictly window dressing. But put a little scare in her."
The group of six agents went down the hall, the soles of their shiny black shoes slapping in unison on the linoleum floor.
Smack - smack - smack - the tread of the agents pounded with the tread of six pairs of oversized feet slapping down in unison.
The pounding feet echoed, reverberating in the walls. The chief of the agents yanked open the outer door of Beedle's offices and entered.
The last agent closed the door carefully behind them.
Less than five minutes later, all but one of the agents exited the office, bearing a terrified Mr. Beedle in tow.
Beedle was a man undone. His face was as white as the peeling plaster walls. Cold sweat shone on it - he looked stricken.
The agents hadn't even bothered to slap the cuffs on him. They just stood on all sides of him, boxing him in a square of tight-assed flesh and bone.
Agents stood on either side of him, each of them holding him by an arm, supporting him, since his legs were so rubbery that he had to be half-carried, half-dragged to the elevator car which stood open and waiting.
Four agents surrounded Beedle, while the fifth stood in the elevator car he had summoned, wedging its door open with his foot.
Whatever the agents had said to Beedle there in the office, they had surely thrown the fear of God - even worse, the government - into him.
They hustled Beedle into the elevator. The door slid shut and the car descended.
The chief waited in Beedle's outer office. The door to Beedle's office was open. Through it could be heard the fearful sobbing of the secretary.
The redhead was miserably huddled in a chair, face buried in her hands, her shoulders shaking as her shapely figure was rocked with sobs.
"Thanks a bunch," Warren Wilson said. "I'll take over from here. I'll come by the holding area later this afternoon.
"We can keep your boy on ice until hell freezes over," the chief grinned. He spun on his heel and exited, the slap of his marching tread loud enough for Warren Wilson to hear him through the closed door.
He went into the inner office, closing the door. There was a pause in the sobbing cries of the redhead after she heard the door lock click shut.
She flinched at the sound of it. She raised her red wet face from her hands. Her eyes were red-rimmed from tears, her mascara was smeared and streaked.
Her pouting lower lip trembled from the effort of holding back her tears. What Warren Wilson said threw her into a fresh outburst of same.
"You're in serious trouble, miss," he announced gravely.
While she blubbered, he went to the window, lifting a fold of the blinds so he could look down into the street.
Down below was the front entrance of the building and through it came the agents, with the hapless Beedle in the center of their ranks.
They hustled him into a big black car. They put him in the back seat, with agents blocking him in on either side.
The car engine gunned, the tires squealed and the car shot off down the street.
Warren Wilson let the blind fall and turned to the redhead. He put his hand on her shoulder, squeezed it softly.
"Get a hold of yourself, now," he said, a bit more sympathetically. "Stop the tears, they're not getting us anywhere."
He took out his handkerchief. She lifted her face from her hands. Tear tracks glistened on a face red from crying and taut with fear.
"Please, mister, give me a break! I didn't do nothing, I swear!" She looked around like a caged bird, eyes wide with terror.
"You guys just came bursting in here, talking about national security and treason and enemy spies and saying me and Mr. Beedle could go to prison for life!"
Warren turned his face away to hide a grin. The chief must have really laid it on thick - with a shovel.
The redhead wailed, "I don't know anything about any spies, honest! I just work here! We just make movies and tapes here, honest!"
"Your make-up's run from crying," he said. "Here, wipe your eyes."
She took his handkerchief and dabbed it at her moist eyes. She sniffled and shivered as she wiped her face.
"That's better," Warren Wilson said. "What's your name, miss?"
"B-b-b-b-b- Betty J-j-jane," she stammered. "Betty Jane Simmons. I mean, it's really Sobielski, but Betty Jane Simmons sounded better, so I changed it, you know?"
"Betty Jane," Warren said. "Betty Jane, I'm Warren. Do you smoke?"
"No ... "
"Good. Neither do I, but if you did, I was going to suggest that you light up. But since you don't, we can get down to business."
Betty Jane said, "This is just a nightmare! I don't understand any of it!"
"Betty Jane, you strike me as a nice girl who's mixed up in this thing by accident. I want to get this straightened out and help you. But I can't do a thing for you, unless you're willing to level with me one hundred per cent."
"I'll cooperate in any way!" she said urgently, clutching his forearm with a grip so tight that his flesh went a little numb where she pressed it.
"Fine ... " Warren took out his notebook and pad. He knew what questions he needed answered and asked them of Betty Jane.
She was able to provide him with some of the information he needed to follow through. What she didn't know, Beedle would. Warren would question him later.
Some twenty minutes later, Warren Wilson flipped the cover of his notepad shut and pocketed pad and pencil.
"You've been extremely cooperative, Betty Jane. I can assure you that no charges will be filed against you and that you'll be free as a bird!"
Tears spilled from her eyes as she sobbed gratefully. He patted her face. She took his hand and squeezed it warmly.
"There is one more thing that you can do for me, Betty Jane ... "
"Anything you want, Warren!"
"You can just get down on your knees and suck me off." Warren smiled warmly. "After you've taken off your lovely outfit first, of course. Here, let me help get you out of all these clothes."
CHAPTER THREE
Vastly relieved, Betty Jane smiled up through her tears as Warren Wilson slowly, sensually stripped off her clothes.
She was back in her own element now - the realm of the body.
Spies, national security, federal agents - these were things totally unknown to her and terrifying. But sex - ah, sex she understood so very well.
And sex as a commodity, exchanged for a favor, she also well understand.
"To tell you the truth, Betty Jane," Warren said, helping her to her feet so that she stood facing him, "just from looking at you, I guessed that you couldn't be involved in this mess - not a lovely young lady like you."
"Oh, thank you," she said, a trace of a lisp in her speech. She rested her hands on his shoulders while he deftly unbuttoned her blouse.
"It was me who told the government boys not to take you away when they picked up your employer," he went on, opening her blouse to the waist.
"What - what will happen to Fred? Mr., Beedle, I mean?"
"Not too much, I shouldn't think. He's strictly small time. From where I stand, it looks like he was just an innocent dupe. I'll put in a good word for him and have him released within the next twenty-four hours."
He pulled her blouse out of the waistband of her skirt, peeled back the twin halves of a pastel peach colored blouse.
Her heavy breasts were supported in the frilly cups of a pink lace bra, a bra specially underwired and reinforced to support her lush endowments.
"Turn around, Betty Jane, so I can take off your bra."
"Oh, that's all right, I'll do it!" More smiles shone through the tears which had earlier reddened her eyes and smeared her make-up.
With her carefully applied make-up having smeared and streaked and been mostly wiped up with his handkerchief, she looked younger and Warren Wilson guessed that she was no older than her early twenties.
Her plump breasts were bulged up even more when she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra and took it off.
Warren Wilson licked his lips and softly whistled in admiration at the splendor of her breasts, a pair of breasts shaped like dirigibles, with strawberry colored nipples standing out stiff and straight on the tips.
"Beautiful, Betty Jane, just beautiful!"
He opened the catch of her skirt. He was an old hand, a veteran at undressing women and his hands moved with swift sureness.
Down came her skirt, sliding off her hips. Under it she wore a peach-colored nylon half-slip with a lace hem.
Beneath the slip, which joined her skirt at her feet, were a pair of silky champagne colored panties, bikini style.
The panties were pulled tight, stretched across her creamy hips, molded against the mound of her crotch and the folds of her pussy lips.
Warren Wilson took down her panties to examine all her charms.
She stepped out of the last of her discarded garments and stood so he could admire her. She was worthy of admiration, with lots of her to delight the eye of any fancier of the female form.
"I see that you're a natural redhead, Betty Jane."
Indeed she was, with a furry fleecy brownish-red bush partially veiling a pair of dusky, rose colored pussy lips.
He took hold of her. She pressed against him, her heavy breasts rubbing his flat chest through the white button-down shirt he wore.
He kissed her on the mouth. He put his tongue in her mouth. He noticed that she closed her eyes when she kissed ... cute, he thought.
She was a very cute, a most charming young lady and one he definitely intended to cultivate during the long months ahead.
If he didn't straighten out this mess with the General's daughter, though, he would really have plenty of time stretching ahead of him, since he would most definitely be out of a job - hell, out of Washington.
But he needed a relief from some of the tension that this latest crisis had produced in him and that was what he would have.
As he kissed and fondled her, his hand dropped down the arch of her back to slide along the lush curve of her rounded rump.
She had a super bottom, full and fleshy yet firm, with white bottom flesh that oozed warmly, rippling under his fondling grip.
She rubbed her bare hips into him, her bush rustling softly against his groin. His penis stood up straight and tall - she could feel it, of course.
He patted and rubbed and stroked her rear, kneading the bottom cheeks. His fingers slipped into the crack of her bottom to stroke her quivering anus.
He would have loved to have a piece of that ass - but there was no time for that sort of action now.
He disengaged from her, pulling his kissing mouth off hers. He put his hands on her shoulders and gently but firmly pushed downward.
She was an obliging and obedient girl. Smiling, eager to please, she bent her legs at the knees and got down on them on the floor.
Now her round face was level with his groin, where a massive erection stretched the seams of the crotch of his trousers.
He unbuckled his belt. She licked her lips. He opened his pants, pulled down the zipper. Her tongue moistened the wide lips.
His pants slid down to his feet. He tugged down his undershorts and his stiff penis sprang up, rising like it was spring-driven.
His member was red and hot and long and thick, rising over a pair of swollen balls which seemed to vibrate to the rhythms of lust.
He took hold of his penis so that its wide swollen head jutted out from the top of his fist. He pressed the cock head to her lips.
Betty Jane kissed it warmly and wetly, smooching it, her lips warm crushed velvet which sent chills through him. Soft suction from her mouth excited him.
He pressed the penis more urgently against her mouth. She opened her jaws to accept the rod. He stuffed the cock head between her lips.
She took the head of his penis in her mouth and wetly sucked it. She was good with her mouth and he gasped with pleasure as she went to work.
He put his hands on her cheeks, pressing them with his palms. They were still damp from the tears she had shed earlier.
He pressed his hips forward, his cock shivering as it rolled over the smooth wet insides of her lips and across her flexing velvet tongue.
He put his cock deep. Her eyes widened when the swollen cock head bumped the soft tissues at the back of her throat.
He eased back a bit. Her cheeks hollowed as she molded her mouth around his member. He started thrusting, working his rod in and out.
Heat seethed from his penis. Heat rose even higher in his member with each gliding pass of it over her lips.
When he pulled back, he withdrew until only the knobbed head of his cock was between her lips. Then he would put it back in, deep.
He pumped his penis in and out of her mouth, fucking it. She held his hips. Her head bobbed in response to his thrusts.
It didn't take him too long to reach his orgasm.
He put his thing deep in her mouth and kept it there. She felt the jumpings and jerkings of his cock, twitching on her tongue.
His penis swelled against the lips which held it. He groaned. Boiling up from his swollen balls came a mass of semen climbing the column of his cock.
He held her head tightly as he came in her mouth. Come spurted against the back of her throat, the signal for her to start swallowing.
She gulped down his essence as it erupted from his member. Semen slid thick and heavy, like warm liquid wax trickling down her gullet.
Warren Wilson rose up on his tiptoes in order to squeeze the last few drops of come from his spurting cock.
He shook all over from the forceful convulsions of his orgasm. His face was red and shiny, his mouth gaped open and moaning.
He shook one last time and the final drops of come were squeezed from his cock.
He stood flat on the soles of his shoes, breathing hard. His still-stiff member seethed and simmered in the kettle of her mouth.
He patted her head, smoothing that bright orange-red hair down against her scalp. She milked the last drops from his member.
Rousing himself, he drew back his hips, pulling his stiff penis from inside her sucking mouth. Added sensations thrilled him as his cock glided over her lips on the way out. His cock popped loose from her lips.
His sensitive cock was sticky from semen and saliva. He held it and squeezed a fat pearly drop of come from the cock head, which clung there in place.
She stuck out her tongue and licked it off, swallowing it down and smacking her lips. He fondled her face, neck, smooth shoulders.
His penis was still rigid, but - he had a job to do.
He reluctantly bent down, pulled up his undershorts and slacks. He tucked his hard member into the crotch of the shorts, where it bulged prominently.
"You're not gonna leave already, are you?" Betty Jane asked.
"I'd love to stay all day and night with you, Betty Jane and really get to know you, inside and out - that was really sweet! But I'm on a tight schedule.
He buckled his belt and straightened his tie. His shirt was damp with sweat, but he could change his clothes later.
Once more his notepad and pocket pencil appeared in his hand, as if by magic and he stood waiting with pencil touched to paper.
"What's your telephone number and address, Betty Jane?"
She told him and he wrote it down. Her lips shone with semen and she smacked them from time to time, to savor the taste.
"I'll be calling you soon, Betty Jane - and we'll take up where we left off!"
Warren Wilson picked up the material he had had the receptionist dig up for him earlier, including a few of the tapes with Dana in them.
There weren't many in the office, only a handful, so he was able to carry them out himself. He said so-long to Betty Jane and exited.
It would be a big, big help if he could get hold of Dana. He hated the thought, but it was extremely possible, that while he was cleaning up this mess that the reckless girl had made, she might even now be getting herself into some other trouble.
What he had to do was find Dana and keep her on ice, under watch, out of trouble.
At that moment, the object of his attention and the cause of his efforts - that is, Dana herself - was stretched across the lap of a naked beauty.
This was new and kinky and quite exciting to Dana. She had just been having the best time since she had come across Samantha.
Samantha was the beauty whose bed she had shared. Samantha was a fashion model, or had been at one time, although now she supported herself by whoring.
She was a high-priced and high class call girl. But money was not her only aim in life - another of her prime passions was the seduction and domination of young girls. In Dana, she had found a deliciously moldable subject.
Samantha was a few years past thirty. She was a tall, slim, elegant, aristocratic beauty with a head of ash-blonde hair which framed her fair face like a helmet.
It was early in the afternoon and she and Dana had only recently wakened, since they had gone to sleep only in the dawn hours.
Samantha had picked up Dana yesterday afternoon and promptly brought the exquisite little wanton back to her apartment.
From that time, she had not emerged from her apartment and had hardly even gotten up from the bed where she had taken Dana.
The apartment was spacious and lovely. The bedroom was all pink and white and gold, with lots of plants and a wide platform bed.
Unlike many others of her profession, Samantha did not work out of her place, but only made outgoing visits to her customers.
She saved her home and bed for her private personal pleasures.
She was enjoying herself immensely with Dana. That sweet, demure, softly rounded angel face of the girl masked a truly wanton nature.
Samantha was dressed in a one-piece white satin nightie, whose shoulder straps and hem were made of the most delicate lace.
She was long and leggy, with tawny skin, lightly tanned. She had high firm breasts, sharply pointed, lean hips and long, long legs.
She sat on the edge of the bed, high heeled feet on the floor, holding Dana stretched out across her lap for the spanking.
Paddling, really, since she was using the flat of her hair brush to warm up the teen angel's incredibly spankable bottom.
A black silk scarf blindfolded Dana's eyes, while her hands, bound in front of her, stretched out, the fingers almost touching the floor.
She lay with her bottom turned up for the delightful discipline. This was a new kick to her, one which was really pressing her buttons.
Samantha was into domination of her little pets. She was paddling Dana more now for sexual foreplay than anything else.
Later - when the girl was totally under her spell - then the sessions would become more serious and Samantha promised herself that she would take her strap to that saucy little bottom and beat it red and raw.
Then, when Dana was tamed and timid, Samantha would tie her down and kiss and lick away all the girl's tears with sessions of hot love.
This would further reinforce her dominance of the girl, so the next time after that that she disciplined Dana, the cycle would go even deeper into S/M kinky kicks.
But for now, though, it was still something of a game, at least for Dana.
Samantha knew that this was just the way to rule the reckless, headstrong teen beauty - with a firm hand.
Spoiled little nymphets were used to getting their own way. Nothing challenged or excited them more than the novelty of having to please and serve another.
Such, at least, was Samantha's theory on the subject. and having once been a spoiled nymphet in her early years, she had a basis for that theory.
Now that she was a full grown adult, she took her pleasures dominantly, not as the submissive she had been up to age twenty-five.
She held Dana around the waist. The girl was nude, of course. Her bush and naked pussy pressed down on Samantha's lap.
The girl's buttocks rippled under the steady slapping of the flat of the hair brush, which made loud smacking sounds.
Dana cried out each time that the paddling brush connected with her buttocks. Her creamy buttocks each held warm rosy patches in their centers, where the paddle had warmed them and repeatedly smacked them.
Samantha herself was excited. Her nipples were stiff and throbbing, while warm wetness oozed inside her slitted pussy.
The fires which steeped and simmered inside her sex promised that this spanking session would soon come to a halt, to move to more intimate forms of service.
For the last spanks, Samantha smacked the girl hard. Caught by surprise, Dana yelped and squirmed, crying out under the more forceful smacks.
Samantha was stronger. She hooked an ankle over Dana's legs, pinning them in place so the girl could not kick up a fuss.
She tightened her grip on the girl, pressing her down into her lap, while the flat of the brush cracked on the buttocks.
Samantha laid down about a half-dozen more really hard whacks on the girl's bottom. When she halted the paddling and held her hand, Dana moaned heavily.
The girl was in a state of high sexual arousal. She writhed on Samantha's lap, rocking her hips, rubbing her pussy into Samantha.
"Please don't spank me anymore, Samantha! Please, please don't!"
"Shut up."
Samantha caught hold of the thick chestnut-brown silken strand of Dana's pony tail and pulled it back, yanking the hair by the roots.
Dana yelped as Samantha pulled her head back. The girl's eyes were still covered by the broad horizontal band of the blindfold.
The blindfold made the rest of her face look even younger and more childishly vulnerable. Dana whimpered and shivered.
Samantha said, "I don't play games, Dana. That was only a little sample of what I do to bad little girls who don't obey me."
"I'll obey you, Samantha, honest, I swear it!"
"You better ... now, then, let's see if you've been properly warmed up."
Samantha fondled the girl's bare backside. The bottom cheeks burned red and warm now. Samantha was pleased that she could feel the head of the paddling.
Dana whimpered and squirmed as her bottom was felt and fondled. Samantha kneaded the buttocks, pushing them together and pulling them apart.
Samantha said, "Are you ready to be a good little girl now, Dana?"
"Yes, Samantha."
"We'll see." Samantha pushed her hand between Dana's taut thighs, prying them open and apart, exposing the thin-lipped slit of her pussy.
Samantha's mouth watered and her senses spun at the sight of that perfect pink-lipped little pussy which was all sugar and honey and heat.
She lightly ran her fingertip up and down the quivering pussy lips. Dana gasped from the intensity of these light, teasing caresses.
The girl couldn't help but rock her hips back and forth, rubbing her pussy against the finger which stroked it.
Samantha's laughter was soft and dry. "You are a little slut, aren't you?"
"Yes, Samantha."
"My little slut."
"Yes, Samantha - oooooooooooooh!"
Dana's last remark was completed with a surprised gasp, as Samantha pressed her finger against the girl's pussy lips and slipped it in.
Dana was dripping wet inside her slit, as Samantha was only too happy to discover when she inserted her finger deep in the girl.
Dana was hot and tight and her slippery pulsing membranes slid and heaved and clutched the finger which sank deep inside her.
"Ummmmm, just like I thought," mused Samantha, "here's a little slut whose pussy gets all wet from a spanking!"
"Oh, Samantha-" Lust put a sobbing catch in Dana's whimpering voice.
Samantha worked her finger in and out of Dana's steamy, tight little slit. Dana worked her hips in response, thrusting them back and forth.
Samantha could have fingered the girl to orgasm in a minute or two - but Dana would not be permitted the privilege of climaxing just yet.
Especially when the fires of lust burned so hotly in Samantha's own slitted sex and her pleasure awaited servicing.
Dana moaned with disappointment when the finger was removed from her pussy. Juices shone on Samantha's middle finger, which had penetrated.
Dana pleaded, "Don't stop, Samantha! Please, please fuck me!"
Samantha slapped Dana's bottom with a sizzling smack which surprised and stung the girl, making her cry out.
Samantha said sternly, "Little girls don't give orders to me, miss - they take them! Don't you ever forget that!"
"I'm - I'm sorry, Samantha. Really."
Samantha's ripe red lips quirked upward in a smile of satisfaction. She wondered how many times this headstrong miss stretched face down across her lap had ever bothered to make an apology - not very often, she was certain.
Samantha held the hair brush in front of Dana's face. "Here, kiss the brush which paddled your bottom, little girl."
She held the flat of the brush against Dana's mouth. Dana puckered her pink lips and pressed a submissive kiss against the brush.
Samantha decided that it was a shame to waste that perfect little mouth on the hair brush, when it could be put to so many better uses.
Starting now.
"Don't forget to thank me for taking my valuable time to correct your behavior, Dana," Samantha reminded the teen.
"Thank you, Samantha ... thank you so much, I really needed it!"
"I know that you did, little girl."
Samantha eased Dana off her lap and on her knees. Samantha stood up. With one graceful, fluid motion, she shucked off her white satin nightie.
Then she was nude, except for the high heels she wore, which accented the contours of her long luscious legs and made her buttocks higher and even more prominent.
Samantha sat back down on the bed. She rested the soles of her white patent leather high heeled shoes firmly on the floor.
She let her knees fall to the sides, parting her thighs and exposing her pussy. She had a fleecy tufted dark blonde bush over rosy pussy lips.
Her pussy slit was long and narrow and thin, like the rest of her lean physique. Her breasts were pear-shaped, their nipples stiff.
The nipples were colored a deep dark brown color. The aureoles surrounding the stiff points of flesh were the size of twenty-five cent pieces.
Dana stood on her knees at Samantha's feet. Her nipples were stiff. Her bound hands dangled down, in front of her thighs.
"Now you can properly show your gratitude, little Dana."
Samantha put her hand on the back of the girl's blindfolded head and pulled it down between her legs.
Dana's face pressed up against Samantha's steamy crotch. Dana's puckered lips kissed the pussy lips ardently, kissed and licked them.
Samantha was dripping wet inside and the ripe aroma of her sex made Dana all intoxicated, so that she thought she might pass out from pleasure.
She kissed up and down the pussy, her puckered lips spreading the pussy lips and rubbing slippery pink membranes.
Dana stuck out her pink, sharply pointed tongue and licked up and down the slit. She put her tongue inside Samantha.
Samantha's juices were rich and thick against Dana's lips and tongue. Juices smeared on the lower half of the girl's face, which was red and shining under the stark black band of the blindfold.
Samantha put Dana to work on her clitoris. The girl's tongue slid to the top of the blonde beauty's slit and caressed her clitoris.
Samantha's palm pressed down hard on the back of the girl's head, wordlessly signaling Dana to lick her hard and fast.
The steamy hours of sex which they already had shared had given Dana a good basic grounding in the ways Samantha liked to be pleasured.
Dana applied the silky tip of her tongue to the clitoris, fanning Samantha's sexual arousal to new heights.
Samantha's pert, stiff-nippled breasts bobbed and jiggled as she rocked her hips back and forth, thrusting her pussy against Dana's face.
Samantha rocked faster and faster. Suddenly she stopped moving and held Dana's face pressed hard against her quivering crotch.
Dana's pink parted lips pressed the blonde's quivering pussy lips. Dana felt the convulsions of Samantha's pussy as she climaxed.
Samantha pressed her thighs tightly against the girl's head, forcing Dana's face even deeper into quivering steamy pussy flesh.
Dana held her breath, while nose and mouth were temporarily sealed with pussy membranes. Samantha's squeezing thighs had real power.
Then Samantha was struck by the last shuddering throes of her orgasm. She shook for an instant, then the sexual tension fled her flesh.
Her knees flopped open and she sagged in relief. Her eyes were squeezed shut, thick lashes fluttering. Her mouth was open, moaning.
CHAPTER FOUR
Much later, Samantha woke Dana from a sound sleep.
It was evening of that day. Outside the sun had set, the sky was black and the lights of the city blazed like electric jewels.
The curtains were drawn across the windows of Samantha's apartment, sealing her in so very securely with her new little love toy.
Samantha wrapped herself in an exquisite silver silk robe. It clung to her curves like a constant caress, since the sheer, sleek, sensual silk fabric massaged her skin with a thousand little twinges of pleasure for each little move she made.
Her hair was disarranged, her face bright and shiny. She stood silently at the bedside, staring down at Dana.
Dana lay on her tummy on the mattress, her head turned to the side, her arms up around her head, her face pressing the pillow.
She was nude and a tangle of rumpled sheets and blankets twisted around her middle, covering the midriff area.
Her face was red, warm and flushed with sleep. Her lashes fluttered. Her pink lips were slightly parted.
Samantha tingled all over as she thought of the hours of pleasure she and her latest, luscious teen conquest had savored.
A smile played over Samantha's lips. Tonight, her torrid teen toy would get a real workout! Now it was time to get ready for it.
She sat down on the bed beside Dana. The girl stirred but did not waken. Samantha spoke Dana's name several times, giving the girl's smooth warm shoulder a shake.
It was not surprising that the teen slept so heavily. She must be exhausted from all the sexual demands made on her by Samantha.
She shook Dana more forcefully. "Come on, honey, time to get up."
Dana moaned. Lashes fluttered; her eyes opened. A smile crossed her lips as she saw Samantha, She kissed Samantha's hand which rested on, her shoulder.
Dana stuck out her tongue and suggestively licked and sucked Samantha's fingers.
Samantha finally got the girl out of bed and into the bathroom. Water gushed from the silver fixture, filling the tub.
Presently, Samantha and Dana climbed into the tub, whose warm steamy water was softened and sweetly scented by the powders and potions and lotions which had been added to the bathwater.
It was a massive pink porcelain tub. Samantha sat with her back against the tub and her long legs extended in front of her.
Dana sat with her back to Samantha, sitting on the bath mat between Samantha's long spread legs. The woman and the girl sat in the tub like toboggan riders.
A fine sheen of sweat shone on Samantha's face. Reaching around to the front of Dana, she caressingly washed the girl's breasts.
Dana's nipples stiffened and jutted out of masses of frothy soap lather. Samantha's caressing hands slid and clung over the soap-oiled flesh as she fondled Dana's breasts, heating up the girl.
Samantha took as much time rinsing off the girl. She squeezed the wash cloth over the tops of Dana's creamy pink breasts.
Squeezed from the saturated sponge cloth, water cascaded down on Dana's bosom. Rivulets washed through the masses of frothy, foamy lather which clung to her skin, washing it in streams down the front of her body.
It was even more amusing for Samantha when she washed the girl's rear.
She had Dana rise up in the tub and kneel with her tummy pressing the edge of the tub and her upper body hanging out of the bath.
The girl's lower body was in the tub and her backside, pink and wet and still rosily blushing where Samantha had paddled her earlier today, was turned to Samantha and facing her, while she could hardly see Dana's face from where she was.
Samantha sat forward and soaped up the girl's behind, fondling her mercilessly as she did so, kneading and stroking the buttocks.
After the moons of the bottom cheeks had been thoroughly soaped, Samantha sank her strong fingers into the skin of the girl's buttocks.
She pried open Dana's bottom cheeks, opening the buttocks and stretching them to the sides, exposing the rosebud at the bottom of the cleft.
Samantha held the buttocks spread wide. The little pink rosebud quivered anxiously as it was exposed. Samantha toyed with it.
She soaped up her middle finger and pressed it to the girl's tender rosebud. She slipped the finger in Dana's tight, hot little hole.
Dana gasped and moaned. Samantha slowly and gently slid the finger inside the girl, until it was sheathed up to the knuckle with rectal membranes.
Samantha did not stop there. She had Dana move her knees wider apart on the bottom of the tub, spreading her thighs to expose her pussy.
Her bush was dark with wetness and her pussy lips glowed a warm deep shade of pink, shining under the droplets clinging to them.
Samantha stroked the pussy lips. Dana moaned with wanting as her pussy was fondled. Samantha fingered the quivering pussy lips.
Dana was as wet inside her pussy as she was on the outside. Samantha put her finger inside Dana's pussy.
Now the girl was plugged in both holes, with her anus penetrated by the middle finger of one of Samantha's hands, while her pussy was identically handled.
Moans and sighs issued with more deep, heaving frequency from the girl as Samantha worked her fingers in and out of the holes.
Samantha withdrew her finger from Dana's pussy. Dana sobbed softly from being so deprived, but she was not destined for disappointment.
Samantha almost immediately put her finger on the throbbing button of Dana's clitoris and massaged it while she fucked Dana's ass with her finger.
Dana squirmed on the edge of the tub, her buttocks shining with wetness and shaking as she squirmed under the dual fingering.
Samantha pressed the button of flesh that was the clitoris until Dana came.
When Dana climaxed, Samantha buried her finger deep in the girl's tightly clutching anus and kept it there for the duration of the orgasm.
As Dana came, her pussy heaved, convulsing internally from the climax. Similarly, her rectum contracted, squeezing down on the finger penetrating it.
Presently Samantha withdrew her finger from inside Dana's ass.
She had Dana climb back in the tub and sit down. The girl had gotten so steamed up from the fingering that she had to be washed once more.
This time, as Samantha washed her, she did not fondle the girl into a fresh bout of lust, but single-mindedly cleaned her up.
Dana would have plenty more sex later tonight - maybe more than she could handle!
At roughly the same time, Warren Wilson likewise had his hands - and arms - full.
He was in the bedroom of an apartment on the fourth floor of a building located in a dingy, dangerous part of town.
The room looked more like an hotel room than an apartment. It was minimally furnished and decorated, virtually bare of anything personal.
The paint peeled on the wall, there was little need of shades since the windows were virtually opaque with grime and the walls were cracked and showing the boards underneath the plaster in some parts.
The room was equipped with one scarred dresser, one closet, one portable color TV, a shelf full of bottles of booze, more bottles, empty ones, scattered on the threadbare fraying carpet which covered the floor.
The room was dominated by the big bed. And the room had little need of furnishings other than its greatest attraction - the bosomy blonde lounging on the bed.
Stella.
Warren Wilson had gotten more than good head from Betty Jane. He had gotten the address of Stella, who had shared the limelight in the red-hot video.
Stella was plenty red-hot herself. She lounged indolently on an unmade bed, a beauty who, like the room itself, was a little frayed at the edges.
The big bed was unmade, with rumpled sheets. Stella was propped up by a mass of pillows which cushioned her back.
Her platinum blonde hair was tousled and disarranged. Her heavy-lidded eyes were smoky and watchful as she looked at Warren sitting on a chair at the bedside.
She wore black lace lingerie, a one-piece garment with a plunging neckline which exhibited almost all of her bosom.
Her oversized breasts were fitted into the black lace cups of the garment and the buttons of her nipples were outlined.
The hem of the garment, a hem of ruffled black lace, was bunched up at the tops of her thighs, so that her pussy was almost on display.
On the night table at the bedside was a bottle of booze and an empty, stained glass. Warren Wilson filled that glass and handed it to Stella.
"You tryin' to get me drunk?" she asked suspiciously.
"Maybe."
"Hah! Well, go ahead and try ... mister, I got a hollow leg where this stuff is concerned and I can put it down like water."
Stella demanded, "How come you ain't drinkin'?"
"Just being in your presence is intoxicating enough," he smiled.
"Oh, a sweet talker, huh? Not that that's so bad ... tell me, you do more than just talk?"
"Sometimes. But right now I'd like to talk about the girl."
A smile of lewd remembrance lit up Stella's face. "She sure is some kid, huh? Really something ... a little lady, so sweet and polite and then, when you get her in bed, why, she's a regular hellcat!"
"Yes, she's all of that."
Stella drained half her drink in one gulp. Warren calculated that she probably could put the stuff down all day like water. Stella was one tough babe.
She leaned forward. A strap slipped off her shoulder and fell to the middle of her arm, bringing the rest of the breast cup with it.
He saw the bright shocking-pink circle of her nipple. Stella took her time about covering it back up, making sure that he got a good look.
"How come you're so interested in her, friend? You a cop?" Stella swallowed some more booze and smacked her lips before answering her own question.
"Nah - you ain't no cop. Not with those dreamy brown eyes and that classy way you talk. You're too cute to be a cop."
She held out her nearly empty glass for a refill. Warren Wilson poured. When the glass was filled two-thirds of the way, he started to taper off the flow, but Stella drawled, "I'll say when - keep pouring."
After he refilled her glass and she drank some more, she sat back and studied him. She dipped the tip of her middle finger in the booze and brought it to her mouth. She stuck it in her mouth and licked it clean.
Then she said, "Maybe you like 'em young, huh?"
"Like you do, you mean?"
"That's right!" She barked a laugh, the motion spilling some booze so that it slopped down the side of the glass and spattered on her breasts.
Wet shining spots of wetness shone on the swelling tops of her breasts.
"I guess we're two of a kind," Stella said. "That kid is sure something! I tell you, for a girl with a face like that and a figure like that, the sky's the limit! ... You sure you ain't drinkin'?"
"Positive ... but thanks for the offer."
"What are you lookin' for the kid for? As if I didn't know!"
"I'll level with you," Warren lied. "My brother is the father of the girl."
"Uh-uh."
"No, it's not like that. He knows that there's no way of reining in a little filly like that. He just wants to make sure that she's all right, in good health. He wants to help her out financially if she needs it."
"So - there's some dough in this, huh?" She was greedy.
"Could be."
"If he's so interested, why don't he look for her himself?"
"He's only human. He can't control her, but that doesn't mean he likes the way she lives. It would be a little rough for even the most broad-minded father to go around meeting all the folks who've fucked his darling daughter."
"I get the picture."
"Can you tell me where to find her?"
"No," Stella said. "That is, I don't know where she lives. She's a free spirit, that one, who comes and goes when she pleases ... especially comes. But I can tell you where I last saw her."
"It could be a big help," Warren said.
"Now, what can you do for me?" she asked.
"What have you got in mind?"
They haggled over price, with Stella settling for two hundred. When she had the money in her hand, she was still not satisfied.
She dropped the crumpled green bills carelessly on the top of the night table.
"I never trust a person until I've been to bed with them - and usually not after that, either," Stella said challengingly.
"Is that so?" Warren Wilson was blandly noncommittal.
"You're a kind of good looking guy ... " she leaned back into the pillows.
"Thanks. You're a very attractive female."
"Don't I know it! Hey, do you just have a thing for the young girls - or can you handle a real woman?"
"I can always try," he said.
"Do you eat pussy?"
"It's one of my fondest passions."
"Hey, I love the way you talk, stranger." Stella caressingly pulled up the hem of her slip until it was up at her waist.
She wore no panties. She sat with her strong long legs spread, with her thick black bush and fat fleshy pussy lips lewdly exposed.
She put a hand between her legs and caressed her pussy. Even from where he sat at the bedside, Warren Wilson could smell the scent of female sexuality.
Stella suggested, "Why don't you get naked and get in bed with me?"
"The information?"
"I'll give it to you ... afterwards."
Warren Wilson rose. He took off his jacket, hanging it on a corner of the chair. He took off shirt and slacks and socks and shoes.
His penis stirred in the crotch of his shorts. Stella stared at him with calculating eyes, looking him up and down.
"You got a real nice body, man." She sat up in bed, one breast spilling from the soft cup of her garment and this time she didn't bother to cover it.
Leaning forward, she caressed his flesh, feeling his erection through the fabric off his shorts, kneading and pulling his growing penis.
When he took down his shorts, his member was stiffly swollen. She took hold of it, her red-nailed fingers expertly pulling and pressing it.
"Nice," she murmured.
She let go of his rod so she could pull off her nightie. Her heavy breasts flopped free when the garment was removed.
She lay back in bed with her knees bent and her legs raised and parted, with her fingers sliding over her pussy.
Warren Wilson stepped out of his shorts and climbed on the bed.
Stella stopped stroking her pussy and pointed at it. Warren lay down on his belly and slithered like a snake until he lay between her spread legs.
Pungent musky perfume rose up from her thick-lipped pussy. She had a fattish mound with ripely shaped pussy lips that looked positively succulent.
CHAPTER FIVE
Even before Warren Wilson put his mouth to her pussy, Stella was already wet.
He pressed his face against her fat crotch, burying it in her soft tufted bush and her infinitely softer pussy lips.
Her thick labia shone wetly and looked something like a pair of glimmering, blubbery nether lips peeping out of the beard of her black bush. Stella oohed and aahed when he put his lips to her pussy and covered it with kisses. Her thighs were warm and smooth as they pressed the sides of his face.
His lips kissed her pussy all over. His kisses sucked heat up into the pussy lips. He massaged her quivering labia with his tongue.
Stella's murmuring moans demonstrated her appreciation.
Sighing heavily, encouraging his efforts with wordless murmurs, her plump hands with their long polished scarlet nails caressed his hair, head, neck and shoulders.
Warren's head bobbed as he guided his tongue up and down her pussy. He traced out the folds and fissures of her pussy lips with his tongue tip.
He touched the tongue to the slit, where pussy lips joined. He ran his tongue up and down the slot, sliding it over pink, slippery membranes.
Heat and the pungent musk of female sexuality - her sexuality, triggered by lust for him - poured up from her pussy, wafting into his red face.
He inhaled deeply, savoring the perfume of her flesh. He pressed his parted lips against her pussy lips and put his tongue inside her.
Her legs were bent at the knees, thighs hugging his head. They covered his ears, reducing the volume of the sound that reached them.
Dripping membranes heaved and slid under his licking, sliding tongue. Her juices smeared on his face and aromatically clung to his flesh.
Her membranes heaved convulsively as his licking tongue slid over them, lapping up juices. He tasted her rich essential oils.
His penis was stiffly swollen, red, hot. It was pressed between his flesh and the rumpled sheets of the bed.
As he went down on Stella, he could not keep from jumping his hot cock against the mattress, just to give it some kind of ease from its awful stiffness.
Stella pressed her fleshy broad back against the headboard of the bed, dug her ankles into the mattress and braced herself.
She pushed back and forth, rocking and thrusting, working her pussy against his mouth. He put his tongue to her clitoris.
As she moved, her massive breasts bobbed so ildly that she crossed her arms over her chest to pin the massive globes of flesh into place.
His tongue applied its stimulating tip to her clitoris. The clitoris was a fat marble of flesh, swollen with lust, swimming in natural oil.
Pressing his tongue to the fleshy button, he polished it to a high gloss.
Stella rocked faster and harder, her breath coming in quick sobbing gasps.
His tongue triggered her orgasm.
As she came, she tightly pressed his head with her thighs, catching and holding it in a viselike grip, while her membranes trembled with ecstatic convulsions.
She stopped shaking. Her thighs relaxed, loosing the muscular tension of orgasm.
Warren Wilson lifted his red, shining face from her pussy flesh. Her bush was soaked with saliva, as were her quivering pussy lips.
Stella sat slumped back against the headboard, head tilted back, neck corded with muscles, eyes squeezed shut, heavy lashes fluttering.
She slightly opened those heavy-lidded eyes when Warren, getting on his knees, took hold of her ankles and pulled.
Slowly he pulled her down on the bed. Her sweating back made squeaking sounds against the headboard as Stella was drawn down on her back.
Warren was on his knees with the red rod of his swollen erection jutting out from his hips, bobbing and twitching.
Stella lay flat on her back now, heavy-lidded eyes glazed and smoldering. She opened her arms and legs for him as he stretched out on top of her.
Her voluptuous flesh buoyed him like a raft. One touch of her massive breasts assured him that these splendid mounds were a product of triumphant Nature, rather than a creation of the surgeon and silicone treatments.
Those melon-sized breasts were all authentically Stella. Their nipples stood out like thimbles of stiff pink flesh jutting from her breasts.
Warren put his mouth up to hers. He didn't think a bi-sexual like Stella would object to kissing a mouth which swam with the taste of her in it.
She could taste herself as her tongue rolled and squirmed against his. Their mouths were locked together, their tongues thrusting.
Soon he took his mouth from hers, to turn his oral attention to her splendid and splendidly abundant bosom.
He covered her upturned breasts with licking kisses. The creamy bosom flesh rippled and glowed under the frantic caresses of his tongue.
He pressed his kissing lips to a swollen nipple and sucked it up into his mouth, his lips clutching the base of it.
Holding the nipple prisoner between his lips, he whipped it with his tongue tip. He did the same thing to her other nipple.
Reaching under himself, he took hold of his erection and brought its head down between her pussy lips, pressing into her.
The swollen fleshy wedge of his rod pried open her quivering pussy lips, splitting and spreading them as his cock head entered her.
She was a mass of wet heat as he took hold of her broad womanly hips and sank his sizzling member deep into her.
Thrusting his hips forward, he entered her with one swift stroke.
It was good to have his swollen steaming penis surrounded by the slippery wet velvet of her membranes.
It was even better to take hold tightly of her hips and pump his swollen rod in and out of her, back and forth, frenziedly fucking her.
Stella gave as good as she got. She undulated her hips under him, pushing up her humid pussy to meet the down-driving strokes of his surging member.
Sweat streamed from the pores of his flesh and hers, oiling the pair of them, so that their flesh slapped and slid and caressingly clung together.
Each driving thrust of his hard cock increased the erotic heat boiling within it. He and Stella were a pair of single-minded sex machines.
He delayed as long as he could before coming. The orgasm he had given Stella by mouth had increased her sensitivity to pleasure.
He held back until she was twisting under him in the grip of her second orgasm.
He rammed his member deep into her, his cock head knocking at the mouth of her womb. This time he did not pull back, but stayed deep inside, penetrating.
His erection swelled against her quivering membranes. Masses of semen bubbled up from his cock, spurting into the silken sheath of her sex.
She hissed and gasped and gurgled with pleasure as the thick semen filled her to the brim, soaking into the steaming pussy membranes.
He shook and shuddered as he came. He gave a last groan as the final droplets oozed from his member, trickling into her pussy to add themselves to the quantity of come which seethed inside her pussy.
He stopped shaking then, some of the tension leaving his body, his cock still hard inside her. She oohed and aahed, gasping for breath.
Duty called - but he had to catch his breath and recover some of his strength, strength which he had spent prodigally for this steamy-sex bout!
Besides - his cock was still hard inside her, simmering in electric afterglow which seethed through him and made him twitch with pleasure.
While he rested, he might as well fill his mouth with some of her bountiful bosom ... he pressed his face down into her pillow-like mounds.
She moaned, put her hands on the back of his head, held it down against her breasts. He took a nipple between his lips and started sucking.
She moved under him, her pussy all slippery silk and steamy juices as she pressed herself to him, sliding her sex along his throbbing, still-stiff member ...
By the time that Warren Wilson was once more dressed, out of Stella's bed and embraces and back on the street, another hour had passed.
He was just getting rolling on his search. But Dana was already well into the steamy sex games played by Samantha and her friends.
Warren Wilson made some calls to the office to get the big picture. A mixed bag of news awaited him.
Fred Beedle had cooperated. The agents had the cache of tapes featuring Dana, all the tapes, including the master and all duplicates.
Warren Wilson gave instructions to hold Beedle until morning and then release him. He regretted having to get tough with Beedle, but he had to play hardball in this game. He would make sure that Beedle was amply repaid for his time and trouble, with a sack of cool, tax-free cash waiting for the producer when he was released tomorrow morning. So, those loose ends were tied up.
Dana was untied, at least for now. Her hands and legs were free, so she could properly serve Samantha and her guests.
Samantha was throwing an informal little get-together with some of her close friends and bed partners, in order to show off her latest teen lover.
The group was in the living room of Samantha's apartment. The room had been cleaned earlier in the evening, by Dana, under the instruction and watchful eye of Samantha.
Samantha had summoned a group of associates who shared her tastes and whose discretion could be relied on.
It was a handsome and exotic little collection of personalities and bodies gathered there, assembled in the living room.
There was Hal Hank Henrys, with his constant companion Joanie St. James. Congressman Ted Fitzgerald was accompanied by his latest flame, Sue Lynn Castle.
Samantha looked lusciously cool and elegant. She wore a simply styled, expensive black sheath dress, stockings and high heels.
Her ash-blonde hair was parted down the center of her scalp, its twin sides framing her sharply featured face, the tips of the hair level with her jaws.
The black dress, skin-tight, left her shoulders bare. They were smooth and softly golden with a light, sleek tan.
Her breasts were fitted into the shaped cups of the dress, with her nipples forming sharp points at the tips of her well formed breasts.
The dress fit tightly, but her perfect form could wear such a revealing garment without any worry about unsightly bumps or bulges - she had none.
The hem of the dress was down at her knees, but the dress was slit at the sides almost all the way up to her hips.
Sheer dark nylons sheathed her legs. Through the slitted skirt, she could be seen almost all the way, including the dark tops of the nylons with the garters pinned to them, the bands of the garters themselves were running in vertical frilly bands down her tawny hips and the black triangle of the silk bikini panties she wore over the garters for quick and easy removal.
Samantha occupied an armchair, where she lounged with her legs crossed, slitted skirt open at the sides to display so much of her charms.
Next to her was a thickly cushioned sofa. On it sat Hal Hank Henrys, known as Hal to his friends, known as one of the most brilliant political strategists of our time. His intimates knew him as a man with a voracious sexual appetite.
He was a Texan in his late forties. A brilliant brain had brought him from the desolate Panhandle to the East Coast's finest universities, first as student and eventually as professor of political theory.
His demographical analysis of a generation of voting trends and the dead-on accuracy of his predictions and projections of voting patterns in the most recent election, had caused the current administration to add him to their team.
He was a big man, 6'2", broad-shouldered, with a wide thick-featured face, a heavy body and a slow, easy way of speaking.
His hair was thick but cut short, so that it bristled from his cranium like wool. He had a hawk nose and thick lips.
Texan he was, but he wore not the casual dress of the Westerner, but the conservative, custom-tailored three-piece suit favored by the Eastern establishment.
Indeed, he now was part of the establishment, a power in Washington and thus in the world - but his powerful sexual appetites were powerfully unconventional.
In Joanie St. James, the Washington VIP had met his match in lust. They were two of a kind, he and she, two peas out of the same pod.
Joanie was a match for any man. Her hot body was itching to get it on - and she knew how to dish it out - and how to take it - in spades.
CHAPTER SIX
Joanie St. James was a face - and figure -well-known to millions of movie and TV watchers the world over.
Now in her mid-thirties, the voluptuous angel-faced redhead had basically the same set of stunning curves which had steamed up movie screens and speeded up the pulses of red-blooded male moviegoers when Joanie first made her debut at age twenty-one, playing an extra in a beach movie.
Joanie was born to wear a bikini and even though the producers of her first picture had signed her on as window dressing, easy on the eyes, the redhead was such a natural performer that she soon shot to stardom.
A variety of parts followed and she had worked for close to fifteen years in the industry, time only adding to her loveliness.
Now she, made a more than comfortable living, specializing in "other woman" roles, playing the torrid temptress of half a dozen different TV series.
Joanie had a perfect face - a stunning figure - she could even act, as long as she didn't have to play any Lady Macbeth parts.
Yet, surprisingly, Joanie St. James had never reached the top of her profession, never joined the ranks of the superstars.
This was more by inclination than anything else. Joanie was essentially lazy. She acted when she needed the money.
Other reasons contributed to her lesser status in the realm of stardom.
A primary reason was her private life. Even in a town as red-hot as Hollywood, Joanie St. James was too hot to handle.
She took her pleasures where she found them, took them early and often, with males and females equally receiving her erotic attentions.
Joanie sat next to Hal Henrys. The busty redhead was tall and leggy. Her hair was cut in thick, wavy curls dropping down to her shoulders.
She had green eyes and a bold scarlet mouth. She wore a pale green gown, lowcut, which showed off to best advantage the breathtaking depth of her stunning cleavage.
She sat with one hand cupping her chin, her green eyes hot and lingering as they scanned up and down Dana - a tasty little morsel the girl made!
Congressman Ted Fitzgerald was part of the select company. Coming from a Northeast industrial state, he was a young congressman with a big future and big plans.
He was hard and fit, with short dark hair, a clean-shaven face made up of hard unyielding pale planes and shrewd dark brown eyes.
He had a taste for the ladies and the girls and had fallen into that circle of jet-setting Washingtonian society which reflected his own passions.
Curled next to and around him was his current companion - for the night, at least -the bosomy brunette athlete, Sue Lynn Castle.
Hair like night, inky and thick, framed her face of startling golden loveliness. She combined jet-black hair with a deep golden tan and pale blue eyes.
Skiing was her game and she had the Olympic medals to prove it. She had retired from active competition and now made those lucrative personal appearances and endorsements. She was full-figured, fit, fantastically shaped.
Joanie and Samantha were more glamorously dressed, in lowcut evening gowns. Sue Lynn dressed more casually, to be sure.
She had been recruited from the world of sports. Like Samantha - a whore - and Joanie - an actress - brunette Sue Lynn shared a total involvement with her body. Despite her wholesome, ail-American good looks and squeaky clean personal image, Sue Lynn was a sex freak.
Tonight the circle of jaded jet-setters had a new toy - Dana.
Dana served the drinks - in the nude.
Samantha had kept the girl on the sidelines at first, letting the tension build among her friends, firing up their eagerness.
Samantha kept the girl out of sight for the first part of the get-together, at last summoning Dana from the bedroom where she had waited.
All eyes turned toward the bedroom door as the naked teen emerged from it.
Dana's face was hot and flushed. Schooled now in the proper attitudes of respect, she kept her face and eyes properly downcast and lowered.
A collective intake of hissed breath issued from the four guests individually as they took in the sight of this delicious, submissive and totally available young femme.
Samantha called the girl to her chair. She slipped her arm around Dana's waist and held the girl. Samantha smiled as she possessively stroked the girl.
Dana was doubly thrilled. She knew who some of the guests were, although Samantha had mentioned them only by their first names.
After all, Dana was no stranger to the world of the famous, since her celebrated daddy, the General, was one of the mighty movers and shakers of the administration.
Dana and her younger sister, Jennifer, had always been shielded from intense press coverage and scrutiny and kept from the public eye.
This was done for security reasons as much as for anything else. But the result was, that while the General was extremely well-known, the girls were unknown.
Dana knew who Ted Fitzgerald was - he belonged to the opposition party and had crossed verbal swords with the General at more than one committee hearing.
Hal Hank Henrys was equally known to her, through the papers. In fact, Dana had even seen him in person, at one of the infrequent official receptions she had been permitted to attend.
It gave Dana a real kick to know that she was just being desired as herself, for herself and her hot young teen flesh, rather than as the daughter of one of the most important men in Washington, D.C.
She shivered inside, just thinking of what the reaction of the assembled guests would be, if they knew that the naked girl who so fetchingly and submissively served their drinks and in general acted like the perfect model of a submissive slave girl, was in reality the daughter of the celebrated General Hawker!
But the guests had no idea that the luscious teen laid out before them in all her glossy nudity was anything than Samantha's latest love toy.
Now it was time to play with that toy ...
Samantha caressed the girl more openly. Samantha lounged in her chair, face arrogant and sensual and full of pride.
"This is my dear little darling girl," Samantha cooed for the benefit of her jaded friends. She squeezed Dana's hip.
Her caressing hand slid with leisurely pace up and down the girl's flanks, stroking her thin thighs, fingering the softly tufted bush.
She put her hand between Dana's legs. "Open up, darling."
Obediently, Dana moved her feet wider apart, opening her thighs and exposing her pussy. The guests leaned forward to take a better view.
Samantha's carefully manicured fingernails scraped lightly up and down the girl's pussy lips, making them quiver with sensation.
"Dana's a darling little girl," Samantha crooned. "But like so many youngsters, she does have one or two bad habits I'm working to free her of."
She patted, then squeezed Dana's bare bottom. "My little lover has a tendency to play with her pussy and touch herself where she shouldn't."
"Where I come from," Hal Henrys drawled, "back in Texas, we know how to handle a high-spirited little filly like that!"
"Tell me about it," Joanie said in a sexy little-girl voice.
Samantha commanded, "Show us how you play with your pussy, Dana."
Dana, excited by the order, said, "You mean, you want me to do it in front of everybody, Samantha?"
"Indeed, yes, Dana."
Dana lowered her head and kept her eyes downcast, as though shy. She put her hand between her legs, where Samantha's hand had been a moment ago.
Dana stroked her pussy lips, the tender labia quivering and rippling as she rubbed her fingers up and down on them.
Shivers rolled up and down her spine. Her nipples became throbbing points of stiffness which stood out on the tips of her pear-shaped breasts.
Her fingers moved faster now. She was into the game. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, glazed, while her expression was totally self-absorbed.
Samantha felt and fondled the girl's buttocks while she touched herself. Dana's fingers split and spread her pussy lips, flashing bright wet pink.
Juices shone on her fingers as she continued to rub and touch herself. Dana breathed slowly and deeply with a little sobbing catch in her voice.
She gyrated her hips, rocking them forward, backward, to the sides. More hot juices simmered in the tender slit between her legs.
"Oh, I think that's quite enough, Dana," Samantha teased. "I don't want you to bring yourself off just yet."
"She can bring me off," Hal Henrys said, squeezing the massive bulge which rose tentlike from the crotch of his trousers.
"You heard the gentleman, dear ... take care of his needs," Samantha said.
Dana crossed the living room. Each step she took sent more sensations rippling hotly through her sensitive pussy lips.
She stood in front of Hal and Joanie. Hal sat slightly leaning forward, arms resting across the tops of his legs, head forward, shoulders hunched.
Joanie leaned back, elbow resting on an arm of the sofa, chin resting on the hand of that arm, eyes moving up and down Dana's delicious form.
"How may I be of assistance to you, sir?" Dana asked prettily.
Ted Fitzgerald said approvingly, "Here's a refreshing change - a youngster with manners! I haven't seen one like her for a long time!"
"Don't let her sugar-sweetness fool you," Samantha laughed. "I've had to give Dana extensive instruction in manners and I anticipate that there'll be much more training for her in the future. But, not to turn her head, I must say that she's coming along nicely."
Hal Henrys drew thick lips Lack in a wolfish grin. "What can you do for me, little lady? Well, for starters, you can get down on your knees right in front of me and suck my cock. That sound all right to you?"
"More than all right, sir," Dana said.
"Get to it then, darling."
Dana's legs buckled at the knees and she stood on them in front of the Texan. Hal stood, his erection straining mightily at the crotch of his trousers.
"My God, Hal, what kind of weapon are you packing under those pants?" joked Sue Lynn. "You've got a godawfully big thing!"
"It's a mouthful all right," Joanie St. James laughed.
The redhead leaned toward Hal, her creamy breasts jiggling in the cups of the green gown which held them, so that they threatened to fall free of the support.
She pressed her palm against the erection of the Texan. Hal groaned with lust as the actress fondled him through, his trousers.
Joanie's fingers expertly found the catch of his trousers, undid them, pulled down the zipper. A shiver of sexual anticipation shot up Dana's spine as she heard the then metallic whirring of the zipper coming down.
Hal's pants fell down his legs, which were thick like oaks and landed in a heap of fabric at his feet.
Joanie carefully pulled down his shorts, pulling them down like she was taking off the foil wrapping on a baked potato.
As his shorts came down, his stiff member jutted down, a club of throbbing flesh which flopped down in front of Dana's face.
The twitching member jumped and jerked in front of her. He took hold of his thing with one hand and put his other hand on the back of her head.
She rubbed the cock head against her angelic features. Rosy red spots of color shone on her cheeks. The cock head rippled across her face.
He patted the top of her head, sat down, pants and shorts hobbling his ankles, hairy muscular thighs spread open.
He summoned Dana, who inched forward on her knees, coming to him. She pressed her palms on the tops of his warm, flexing thighs.
She ran her pink pointed tongue across her pert rosebud lips. Hal held his cock, gripping it by the base and holding it upright.
Dana pressed her puckered lips against the head of the cock and smooched it wetly.
"Open up, here comes the love train," chuckled Hal.
Dana parted her lips and opened her jaws. She put her mouth around the knobbed cock head, pressing her lips against the shaft below the rim of the head.
Suction from her mouth made Hal Hank Henrys squirm in a matter of seconds.
"Ummmmm, look at that hungry little bitch go at it," murmured Joanie.
Dana took the member deeper into her mouth. Her mouth sucked the rod, while her tongue caressed the underside of the swollen shaft.
She bobbed her head up and down. Hal was tremendously aroused by the sight of his swollen red shaft sinking inside the pouting mouth of a teen angel.
Saliva streamed down the sides of her mouth, stretched as it was by the width of his cock, which thrust to and fro in her mouth.
Dana bobbed her head in response. Her ponytail shook like a snake over her shoulders as her sucking head moved up and down.
The ponytail flailed across the taut thighs of Hal Henrys, who sat rigid in the sofa, rocking his hips back and forth to work his member in her mouth.
The guest moved closer, eyes smoldering, lips moist from being licked, bodies burning with the heated lust which they all shared in common.
And the girl - why, they would have her in common and share her, too.
Dana sucked Hal Henrys until he came in her mouth. When he came, his sweaty palms pressed her cheeks and held her head in place.
His cock was in her mouth, its head stuffed in the back of her throat. The shaft swelled against her lips and pressed her tongue.
Groans were squeezed from Hal Henrys as his semen spurted and shot from his swollen penis, spewing into Dana's mouth.
He came so heavily, in such great quantities, that at first she couldn't swallow it all and her eyes bulged and her cheeks expanded.
Hal held her head in place, while Dana kept on sucking and slurping. Masses of come oozed down the golden gullet.
Hal gave a great last groan and slumped back into the cushions of the couch, sweat plastering down his shirt to his broad thick torso.
His face burned bright red and his mouth was open and moaning. His cock was still stiff inside Dana's mouth and continued to give out with quivering, tremors, squeezing more oozing drops of come down her throat.
Dana held the cock in her mouth even after it had stopped coming. She was on her knees, with her head bowed and a member fitted in her mouth and throat.
Her eyes were nearly closed, thick lashes fluttering. Her lips felt the throbbing tremors of the pulses pounding in Hal's cock.
There was a rustle of clothes behind her. Someone was getting undressed, but Dana didn't know who, since her eyes were closed.
"Hal, old sport, how's about sharing out this little darling?" Ted said.
"Yeah, come on, Hal, you've had your turn," Sue Lynn complained. "Now give us the same chance that you had!"
Weakly murmuring assent, dazed from his devastating orgasm, Hal pushed upwards, freeing Dana's mouth from his swollen member.
His cock popped free of her mouth. A strand of come spilled in the corner of her lips. Out stabbed Dana's pink pointed tongue to spear the strand and lick it up and swallow it. Hands from behind hooked under her arms.
Dana rose to her feet, assisted by Congressman Ted Fitzgerald, who was now quite as naked as herself and ready for action.
He had a hard, fit body, with broad shoulders of flexing muscle, a thick chest, fiat belly and a stiffly swollen member.
Hal Henry's cock was thicker, but Ted's was longer, if thinner. He embraced Dana from behind, his swollen erection rubbing her bare buttocks.
His hardness slid up and down her soft behind, the bottom flesh rippling and jiggling as the swollen penis caressingly glided over it.
He reached in front of her, to fasten his hands on her breasts. He fondled them, teasing their stiff nipples, kneading and pulling them.
As he felt up her breasts, he continued rubbing his cock against her backside. One hand now drifted down from her breasts, down between her legs.
Dana opened her thighs for him. His thick strong fingers felt out the contours of her pussy lips, stroking them forcefully.
He pressed a finger to her slitted pussy lips and put it between them. Dana gasped as she was penetrated by the invading finger.
She was tight and the finger fit tightly in her. She was wet and her juices seethed against the finger as it slid in and out.
Ted fingered her to distraction. His finger was still inside her as he half-carried, half-walked the girl to a nearby bench.
Her legs bent at the knees, she was put face-down over the bench, which was at waist height and whose top was made of padded black leather cushions.
Ted knelt down behind her. He put his hand between her legs and moved her knees wider apart, spreading her thighs to open her to him.
Her pussy shone with juices which her masturbation had smeared there and his fingering of her had added to.
He pressed the tip of his stiff elongated penis to her pussy lips. He pressed the tip against the inner warm wetness of her pussy.
His cock head pried open her thin, exquisite pussy lips. Dana lay stretched out on the bench, with her small shapely breasts pressed flat and spreading to the sides, spilling their warm softnesses on the black leather cushion.
Joanie St. James was stripping the clothes from Sue Lynn. Off came Sue Lynn's knitted ski-sweater, showing lush breasts cupped in a pink bra.
Off came the bra. Sue Lynn's masses of raven hair fell like curtains on either side of her face and fell across the tops of her breasts.
She slipped out of her open bra. Joanie pressed against her from behind, her own warm breast tops rubbing against Sue Lynn's back.
She reached around to the front of the brunette to fondle her breasts. Joanie held Sue Lynn's shapely breasts, one in each hand.
She had her fingers spread on each breast so that the nipples jutted out from between the fingers. She opened and closed those fingers, squeezing the nipples.
While Joanie fondled her breasts, Sue Lynn took down her pants by herself. She wore skin-tight pants of a shining, elastic material.
This fabric was molded to her flesh, showing every fold and fissure, outlining the high hard buns of her bottom, her strong thighs, the mound of her pussy, even the folds of her pussy lips where the crotch of those pants hugged her.
She squirmed, shaking her hips from side to side as she wriggled out of the pants, taking them down her hips, rolling them to the tops of her thighs, exciting Dana with a flash of her thick black bush and dark, full pussy lips.
Sue Lynn stripped and moved to make use of Dana's mouth.
CHAPTER SEVEN
With all the assembled naked, or nearly so, the action really got rolling.
Sue Lynn knew what she wanted. When she took down her panties and was all nude and golden, she knelt facing Dana's head.
Dana was stretched face down across the bench, with her middle on the cushions and her upper and lower bodies hanging over the edges.
The girl lay so that her head hung over the edge of the bench. She clutched both sides of the bench while she was fucked from behind.
Sue Lynn ran a hand through her shadowy mane of black hair, so that the shining curves and tresses of hair fell fully across her breasts.
A fine, letter perfect, beautifully toned physique she had, put into shape thanks to countless hundreds - thousands - of hours of intense physical training.
Her breasts were high, full, shapely, with neat pinkish-brown nipples and aureoles the size of twenty-five cent pieces surrounding the buttons of throbbing flesh.
She ran another hand through her hair - her pussy hair. She caressed herself between the legs so she would provide a juicy mouthful for the girl.
Ted stood on his knees behind Dana's behind. His stiff long penis was plugged into her pussy and he pumped it in and out vigorously.
He clutched her hips. Her smooth flesh was like butter. His thrusts and his caresses set Dana's flesh on fire, from without and within.
He held tighter and pumped harder. When he put it all the way in her, weak high-pitched squeals of pleasure were pulled from the breathless girl.
Her buttocks rippled as his hips slammed them with each hard-driving thrust. His own chest heaved like a bellows as he panted for breath.
But Dana was only being used to half her performing capacity.
Now Sue Lynn would put the other half into operation. Facing Dana, she took up a position standing on her knees similar to the one taken by Ted Fitzgerald behind the girl.
But while Ted assumed his position to push his penis in her pussy, Sue Lynn got down so the girl could go down on her own slitted sex.
Sue Lynn's pussy hovered in Dana's face. Dana's head hung down, but she lifted it up so that it faced the crotch of Sue Lynn.
Sue Lynn had a furry black bush and a pair of pinkish-brown pussy lips, very deep and darkly colored, with intricate folds of flesh.
Sue Lynn was a golden girl. She had an all-over tan, whose golden tinge was not broken by any white patches where a modest garment had covered her under the sun. When Sue Lynn disported herself out in the sun, she did it all the way, in the raw, without a stitch of clothing between her and the tanning rays.
Dana's nostrils widened at the deep musky aroma of Sue Lynn's pussy being held over her face. Sue Lynn inched to the girl.
She pressed her bush, her mound, up against Dana's face. Dana let go of the sides of the bench so she could fasten on to Sue Lynn's hips.
Dana held Sue Lynn tight, while she pressed her face against the pungent slitted sex of the full-bodied brunette.
Sue Lynn gurgled with lustful pleasure when Dana fastened her mouth to the pussy lips and licked and kissed them.
Dana was breathless and gasping from the fucking she was getting. Her warm quick breath played over Sue Lynn's pussy, thrilling her.
Sue Lynn held the girl's head and pushed her hips forward, grinding her pussy in the girl's face, against her mouth.
The dark pink pussy lips spread and the shining wet pink membranes smeared their tasty secretions all over Dana's face.
Dana, with desperate hunger, pressed her parted lips to Sue Lynn's sensitive pussy lips and ran her tongue up and down the slit.
She licked it up and down, while Sue Lynn moved in response. Dana's tongue lay in the junction where the slitted pussy lips came together.
She licked up and down, then pressed her tongue deep into the brunette.
The rich sweltering juices inside Sue Lynn's creamy slit sizzled against Dana's licking tongue. Dana pressed her tongue in and out.
She licked up and down along the membranes, where fresh secretions instantly oozed from the pink membranes to replace the juices already lapped up.
Samantha paused at the bench to observe the progress and performance of her latest little love toy.
Dana was doing a fine job of being fucked at both ends. Ted's thrusting member reamed her pussy, pumping in it like a piston in a cylinder of flesh.
Sue Lynn stood on her knees, her pussy mouthed by Dana. She held the girl's head in place and worked her hips back and forth, grinding into the girl.
Samantha had taken off some unneeded items of clothing. Off had come her seductive black sheath gown, to be replaced by the even more seductive sight of the tall, elegant, high-bosomed and long-legged blonde outfitted in garter belt, stockings, panties.
The panties were not on her long. As she paused over by Sue Lynn, Samantha rested one hand on Sue Lynn's shoulder, clutching it for balance.
Holding to Sue Lynn's smooth, warm, sweaty shoulder, Samantha pulled down her black panties, which she had worn over her garters.
Down came those panties, rustling along her nyloned legs, which were so long and sleekly alluring, sheathed in her black stockings.
The creamy whiteness of her flesh stood out in stark contrast to the hot black of the lingerie. She stepped out of the panties which had fallen to her ankles, leaving them on the floor with the many other items of clothing strewn there by the wanton guests. Her pussy and bottom were now nakedly exposed.
Sue Lynn looked up from Dana's bobbing head, which she guided according to her pleasure. The brunette's face was shiny with sweat.
Her eyes smoldered as she looked up at Samantha. Samantha squeezed Sue Lynn's shoulder. Sue Lynn reached upward.
Her fingers caressed Samantha's stockinged legs. She reached up for the smooth taut flesh which emerged from the dark nylon tops.
The warm inner thighs of the ash-blonde quivered under the caresses of Sue Lynn. Sue Lynn reached up and stroked Samantha's pussy.
Carefully spreading her high-heeled feet for better balance, Samantha also spread her thighs, opening herself to the fondlings of the brunette.
While her own pussy was mouthed by Dana, Sue Lynn fingered and fondled Samantha's pussy, penetrating her with two fingers and fucking her.
Sue Lynn held her index and middle finger together, spearing them inside Samantha, who already was oozing with the hot moisture of arousal.
Samantha grunted as she was penetrated. Her pussy lips were stretched, as were her membranes, by the pair of fingers being held together.
Soft squishy sounds were heard from the suction action of Sue Lynn shoving her fingers in and out, back and forth.
Juices streamed down her fingers, making them shine. Samantha's buttocks were tightly clenched, making them jut out prominently.
Her buttocks were shining orbs of flesh, framed between the black garter belt, the thick vertical lines of the garters and the dark stocking tops.
She rocked her hips, moving them in response to the finger-fucking she was getting. She decided to move on before she came.
She rocked her hips pack, pulling them just that extra bit of distance required to cause Sue Lynn's fingers to fall from them.
Samantha said, a bit out of breath, "I'll get back to you later, darling!"
Sue Lynn, smiling up at Samantha, slowly and deliberately opened her mouth and stuck in the fingers which had just penetrated Samantha's pussy.
Wetly and noisily, Sue Lynn sucked the taste of Samantha from her fingers, a taste which she savored and which made her smack her lips.
Samantha was happy to see that Hal Henrys was back in top form, with his red and stickily shining member once more standing long, thick, ready.
He still sat in the chair. He had divested himself of his clothes, so that he sat naked and sweating on the cushions.
His eyes were bright with lust and he reached for Samantha as she came to him. Sue Lynn's saliva shone on Samantha's pussy.
Hal took hold of his stiff cock, holding it upright, with its fat red knobbed head, wide and swollen, rising up from it.
Smiling lewdly, Samantha came to him. He sat on the couch and she climbed on top of his lap, straddling his meaty thighs as she mounted him.
She clutched his bare broad shoulders. His skin sparked where her stockinged legs slid across them, flashing with fire.
She straddled his hips, so that her pussy, dripping with steamy wetness, was held and poised only a few inches from his penis.
She lowered herself down on him until the soft promise of her sexual parts caressed the ultra-sensitive head of his cock.
She rocked her hips back and forth, massaging his cock head with her pussy lips.
He squirmed with frustrated desire. At last he pulled her to him and pressed the head of his cock against her pussy lips, stuffing it inside.
She oohed and aahed as the cock head entered her. The width of it stretched her dripping membranes - he had an exceptionally thick penis.
Now that his head was stuffed inside her - his cock head, that is - he put his hands on her hips, palms pressing the garter belt circling that slender waist.
He pulled her down to him, his upright member slowly impaling her on a rod of flesh as she sank down on his penis.
Inch by red inch, that rod of flesh was swallowed up inside her, vanishing in the steamy slit of her pussy.
Samantha straddled his hips so that the backs of her stockinged thighs pressed the tops of his meaty thighs.
She held tightly to his shoulders, which sweat had made somewhat slippery. Long strands of ash-blonde hair spilled down her back as she tilted her head backward and leaned away from him - which also caused her pussy to press even harder down on his cock. She hugged him with her thighs.
He fucked her by rocking her back and forth. When he eased her back, away from him, her pussy fully engulfed his hard cock.
When he pulled her back to him, so that their naked fronts touched and her stiff-nippled breasts nuzzled his thickly padded chest of muscle, he was able to work up furious sexual friction, rocking her back and forth.
Hal Henrys' body was tight, flexing and shiny with sweat. Suddenly, the back of his head, his neck and shoulders, were pressed by naked bosom flesh.
It was Joanie St. James. She had stripped down for action. She now stood leaning forward, feet on the floor, upper body pressing against Hal Henrys.
Joanie had breasts like cocoa nuts, a wasp waist and hips that flared out like the body of a violin.
Her flesh was cream colored. Her nipples were a very soft shade of buff pink, pastel pale and pretty, with aureoles like buttons.
Those pink nipples tingled, puckered, stiffened, became fully erect and stood out hard and throbbing as she nuzzled Hal. His face dripped with streaming sweat, his features were thick with feverish lust.
Joanie St. James cupped her breasts and rubbed them all over his moaning face. His sweat smeared on breasts and nipples.
His mouth gaped open, hungry with wanting. She cupped a breast and guided a fat swollen nipple into his mouth and stuffed it between his lips.
His head was tilted back, his mouth was filled with bosom flesh and his fat pink tongue lashed the nipple held between his thick lips.
For her part, Dana was in another world. She felt like she rode on an out of control express train thundering down the tracks.
Everything about her moved swiftly, racing with lust.
Ted Fitzgerald reamed her pussy with his swollen cock, the heat of his seething member promising a climax that was only instants down the track.
His hard red penis was a blur of motion as it pumped in and out of her pussy. Her little, delicate labia were almost numb from the forceful fucking she had gotten. Her thighs ached from rocking back and forth.
The heat which his thrusting cock had put in her pussy made it hard for her to concentrate on mouthing Sue Lynn.
The taste of Sue Lynn's succulent sex filled not only her mouth, but seemed to soak right into her skin, since those juices were smeared all over Dana's face.
Dana whipped her tongue over the love button of Sue Lynn's clitoris. Sue Lynn's sweaty palms pressed the red face of the girl with strong pressure.
Squeals of breathless pleasure whistled and hissed from Sue Lynn's moaning mouth. Her clitoris twitched like a nerve.
The flailing tongue triggered an orgasm.
As Sue Lynn climaxed, she pressed her pussy as hard as she could against Dana's mouth, filling the girl's face with pussy flesh.
Ted Fitzgerald was at his moment of truth. Holding on tight to Dana's hips, he thrust his own hips forward, jamming her with his cock.
He stuffed that swollen rod of flesh way up into her tight pussy, where the membranes were stretched by his rod and where his cock head knocked at the mouth of her womb.
This time he did not pull back, but held his cock deep inside her and did not pull it out but holstered it deep in her soft intimate female flesh.
He came. Twinges of sensation shot through her already stretched pussy as his member swelled up at the instant of orgasm.
Then he came, with masses of semen gushing from his super-heated cock.
Samantha was just about at her own climax. She shoved her hips forward, her redly glowing pussy lips clutching the base of Hal's cock.
She squirmed, pressing into him. He could hold back no longer, but shoved his hips upward, his buttocks tightly clenched as he drove the rod of his cock into her.
His groaning moans of orgasmic pleasure were partially muffled by the bosom flesh which filled his mouth, stretching it at the corners.
Sweat from his strenuous sex session mingled with the saliva which streamed down the corners of a mouth stretched by Joanie's breast.
Into his mouth she had crammed not only her nipple, but a good deal of the bosom flesh which surrounded it.
There was a brief lull in the proceedings while the orgiasts rested, regathering their strength for another fresh bout of love.
The next time, it was Joanie St. James who triggered the session, since she alone of all the guests had not orgasmed even once.
She took up a stance in the center of the floor, stark naked, high breasts all stiff-nippled and bobbing, hands on hips, legs spread wide open.
Her bush was a dark reddish-orange color, shading into auburn and chestnut highlights, a sleek pelt of glossy fur veiling the soft pink lips of her perfect pussy.
Dana came to her, offering up her mouth. But it was not Joanie's sweltering pussy which was the intended target of Dana's mouth.
Dana had already mouthed one pussy and Joanie was in the mood for a different use for the oh-so-obliging mouth of the submissive teen.
So, she had Dana crawl on hands and knees until she was behind her bottom, where the teen girl took up a position.
Joanie looked over her shoulder at the pouting, sensationally sensual youngster with the pure angel face and the ripening body.
She put her hand on Dana's head, fingering the ponytail, running the silken strands through her fingers, savoring the feel of it.
Joanie then wrapped the mane of the ponytail around her hand, pulling the hair by the roots, so that Dana made a soft whimpered cry.
Joanie pulled the girl's face to her rear. Dana's face was pressed against the rounded globes of the redhead's rear.
Dana nuzzled the buttocks, running her face from side to side against the soft masses of flesh, oohing and aahing from the sensuality of it.
Under those creamy moons of her buttocks were a pair of perfect pussy lips, palely pink and quivering, waiting the touch of a finger or mouth.
But that was not to be Dana's intended target of lust.
Joanie shivered with sensual pleasure and the thrill of dominance as she put the girl to work kissing and worshipping her ass.
Dana kissed the bottom cheeks up and down and all around, making a rosy red glow of erotic warmth tingle in the creamy globes of flesh.
Next, Dana's tongue was put to work. The root of her tongue was already sore from the oral workout she had gotten already, but Dana reconciled herself to a long night ahead where her mouth, as well as the rest of her, would be in continual use.
Her tongue pressed down flat on Joanie's bottom. Her head bobbed up and down as her licking tongue ran its course over the buttocks.
But the sweetest prize lay buried in between the buttocks. Joanie let go of the girl's pony tail, to take firm hold of her own bottom.
She pulled her buttocks to the sides, clutching them one in each hand, pulling the cheeks and spreading them to expose her rosebud.
Her buttocks were round and well-toned with a plunging bottom cleft. Nestled deep in the cleft was a wrinkled button of brown flesh.
Dana's head was pulled back to the bottom, and her face was wedged between the buttocks, in where it was warm and sheltering and stimulatingly aromatic.
Her pink puckered lips pressed the quivering rosebud, planting a sucking smooching kiss on the rosebud.
Joanie spread her legs wider apart. She stood with them bent somewhat, causing bands of flexing muscle to rise up from the creamy skin.
Her stiff-nippled breasts dangled as she leaned forward. With the girl's mouth firmly fastened to her rosebud, she was able to rest her hands on the tops of her thighs, thus giving herself better balance.
Leaning forward the way she did caused her backside to press even more firmly and forcefully against Dana's servicing mouth.
Dana pressed the tip of her tongue to the rosebud, prying back the wrinkled folds of flesh and slipping inside, where it was warm and sticky.
Joanie St. James shivered as she was anally penetrated by the probing tongue. Dana clutched the wide womanly hips of the redhead.
The other guests were clustered together, to watch the stimulating show. Their own lusts were once more fired up and they were again ready to perform.
Ted Fitzgerald reached for Samantha. Laughing lewdly, she tumbled down on the floor and lay there on her back with her stockinged legs spread.
Her arms reached upward for Ted Fitzgerald, whose stiff penis jutted redly from between his hips, bobbing and twitching as he crawled to her.
Samantha lay on her back on the floor, dark spread stockinged limbs forming an inverted V-shape; at the apex of that V was the delta of her pubic mound, where a fleecy blonde bush was somewhat matted with dried semen from the fucking Hal Henry had given earlier to her. She fingered herself until Ted mounted her.
His stiff penis slid and pressed her flesh. He groaned from the slidingly sensual contact of his cock gliding over her.
He reached under his hips and took hold of his cock and guided it between her legs and pressed it to her sticky quivering pussy lips.
His cock head pried her open, splitting the labia. He stuffed the cock head into her and stretched the steamy inner membranes.
Samantha bent her stockinged legs at the knees, hugging his flanks. She pressed the nyloned legs against him.
Her long, straight, ash-blonde hair streamed out from her head, radiating out in silvery silken strands on the deep plush-pile of the carpet.
Ted penetrated her, his rod sinking deep into her sizzling vortex of passion. She arched her back and thrust her pussy up at him.
Her buttocks oozed sweat where they were pressed flat into the carpet, where they rolled back and forth as she undulated in the movements of intercourse.
A shadow fell on Samantha's face. Opening her eyes, looking up, she saw a pair of impossibly tall legs whose feet were planted on either side of her face.
It was Sue Lynn, who stood facing her feet. Her legs bent at the knees - she pressed her knees on either side of Samantha's upturned head - she held her pussy, still humid and dripping with the juices that Dana had licked there.
Samantha reached up, took hold of Sue Lynn's hips, feeling the hard jutting knobs of her hipbones under the silky skin of her golden flesh.
Silver drops of frothy saliva still clung to her bush and pussy lips as she lowered herself down on Samantha's face.
The blonde's face was obscured and hidden from the neck up when Sue Lynn squatted down on it, attaching her crotch to Samantha's gaping mouth.
Samantha's exquisite lustful face was engulfed with a heated mass of slippery membranes which dripped with juices.
She moaned as she was engulfed. Sue Lynn's strong thighs pressed her face with their tawny golden flesh.
She rubbed her pussy not against Samantha's mouth, but all over her face, so that the blonde was smeared with pussy secretions from her hairline at the forehead, to the tip of her chin, including all stops in between.
Sue Lynn sighed and sobbed from the deliciousness of Samantha's snakelike tongue lancing up inside her, penetrating her deeply.
Samantha's lips were attached to the pussy lips, while her tongue slurped and lapped and swallowed at the thick juices oozing above.
Sue Lynn rocked back and forth, working her pussy against Samantha's mouth. Her high pertly shaped breasts bobbed and rippled.
Her nipples were dark brown buttongs pasted to the tips of her breasts. Those buttons stood out stiff and throbbing as she rocked back and forth.
Ted now stood on his knees on the floor, as he fucked Samantha from the opposite end that brunette Sue Lynn was suing her.
Samantha lay on her back, with her bottom and the rest of her lower body lifted from the floor and her pussy penetrated by Ted's penis.
Her bare buttocks pressed down on the tops of his muscular thighs. She had her long stockinged limbs wrapped around his middle in a scissor grip.
Her ankles were crossed over his back, so that her legs hugged him tightly.
His penis was plunged in her pussy and he held her hips upward, clutching her hips as he rocked back and forth, fucking her.
On the other side of the room, Joanie St. James, her legs too weak and rubbery from lust for her to stand upright any longer, flopped down on the couch.
Her creamy form filled the deep cushions, which she arranged to her liking. She lay on her back with her pink legs spread.
The inside of her ass felt like it was stuffed with tingling melted butter which seethed and oozed with each breath she took.
This was thanks to the extended anal tonguing she had gotten from Dana. And she was hardly done with that girl yet!
Her ass had been lovingly, lingeringly licked - now her pussy demanded the same treatment. Her pussy lips were dark pink now, fired with lust.
Idly, impatiently she fingered herself, while the other players got into position.
Dana was brought by Hal Hank Henrys to the side of the sofa which was near Joanie's feet. Hal was in a stiffly erect state of arousal.
He put his hand on the small of Dana's back, bending her forward from the waist and causing her to lean face down across the chair of the sofa.
Dana was now positioned so that her feet were on the floor, her middle pressed the arm of the sofa and her upper body dangled over the edge of the couch.
Joanie inched forward, her saliva-shining buttocks sliding over the cushions as she moved her red-bushed crotch under the girl's face.
Joanie let one of her long legs dangle over the side of the couch, foot resting on the floor. Her other leg was draped over the sofa arm, to one side of Dana.
Reaching forward, Joanie searched for, found and took hold of Dana's pony tail. She pulled the teen's face between her legs.
Dana's open mouth was engulfed in quivering labia and fleecy tufted pubic bush and slippery satiny membranes.
Hal Hank Henrys took his turn. He stood behind Dana, his cock level with the pair of pussy lips below her cupcake buttocks.
He held and stroked his member. The pussy lips of the girl were red with irritation from the forceful fucking she had gotten.
There was still more to come. Hal took hold of his cock and pressed it to her pussy lips, prodding the labia with the cock head.
Dana moaned and her bottom wriggled as her sensitive and by now somewhat sore pussy lips were poked and prodded, in preparation to penetration.
That penetration was not long in coming -neither would Hal's orgasm be long in coming, either, after he sank his swollen shaft in her.
He was red-faced and moaning with lust as he sank his shaft inside the tender adolescent slit of the teen wanton.
She was, of course, incredibly hot and tight between the labia. His big broad hands wrapped around her hips and held on tight.
Holding her hips in place, he threw his hips forward and crammed his swollen, oversized cock in her pussy, jamming it deep.
Her mouth was attached to Joanie's red-bushed pussy, so Joanie shivered from the dreamy sensation of having those sighs ripple through her.
She held her palm pressing down firmly on Dana's head, pressing the girl's mouth hard against the sizzling pussy which writhed under it.
Hal Henrys pushed his stiff penis to the limits which Dana could take it.
It made for a steamy scene, the nubile teen girl being taken from behind by the red-faced, grunting, sweating middle aged man, while at the same time, her mouth pleasured the pussy of the sensationally endowed full-bodied redheaded adult female who lay stretched out on the couch, offering up her succulent sex.
Dana hissed and gasped for breath. Sometimes Joanie's pussy flesh filled her nostrils and mouth at the same time so she could not breathe.
When this happened, her face would redden and shine. But Joanie always let the girl fill her lungs with fresh air before putting her back to work.
Joanie braced herself by digging her heel into the carpet and shoving herself back and forth, so she could push her pussy up in Dana's face.
Hal Henrys bellowed, grunted and groaned as he worked his swollen red cock in and out of Dana, steadily increasing his forceful thrusts.
Dana could have wept from the sheer shimmering pleasure of being so well used at both ends of her luscious lithe body.
Sobs of pleasure escaped her, rippling through Joanie's steamy pussy flesh, the vibrations delighting the redhead with an extra thrill.
Hal worked his cock harder and faster. Suddenly he threw himself deep into her, so that her pussy lips, delicately tender, were pressed roughly against the base of his hard cock. He came with a roar as his devastating orgasm shook him.
Dana was grateful for the masses of thick cream which gushed from his cock head, pumping into her pussy, filling her to the brim.
Her membranes seethed with soreness from some of the fucking she already had given her little pussy up to.
Semen soothed the membranes of her slit.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Delectable Dana had sinned - and loved every delicious second of it!
Ah, but now she must pay the price for her crimes of pleasure.
The moment of truth had arrived.
Dana faced, not Samantha or any of her set of swinging sinners, but rather one who would show little indulgence to her sexy excesses.
She was confronted by her father - General Darious Hawker - and this time there would be no slipping out of what she had coming to her.
It was some two days after the night of the orgy at Samantha's apartment. Now, Dana was far from Samantha and her friends.
Dana cowered on the other side of the room from her father. Storm clouds of wrath played around his mightily irked brow.
General Darious Hawker was one of the eminent military-political strategists of the administration, one of Washington's leading lights.
But now, all the pride and power of his position were put behind him and he was nothing more nor less than - an outraged father.
He wore, not the gold-braided uniform of the high military command to which his rank entitled him, but rather an expensive, conservative three-piece suit.
He was a handsome man, of the old school, a fine clean cut gentleman with a head of silver-gray hair and sharp, clean-shaven, coldly chiseled features.
But there was nothing cool in the eyes which he turned on his wayward daughter. Those pale blue eyes blazed like laser beams.
He and Dana were in a small, comfortably furnished room, an intimate room furnished in a decor recalling the plush sumptiousness of the turn of the century.
This modern room had been designed to reflect that. The walls were wood-paneled up to shoulder height, the rest being covered by ornate red satin wallpaper with intricate designs in a black floral pattern.
The main item of furniture in the room was a big, handsome, old-fashioned four poster bed, whose four vertical columns of polished mahogany upheld the curtained canopy above the plush single bed.
A careful observer would not have failed to notice the curious and for Dana alarming (and exciting!) fact that each stout wood bedpost was equipped with its own chain and leather cuff, bolted securely to the wood .
In the room, there was an old-fashioned dresser, of richly burnished wood, shining with smoky highlights. A gilded mirror hung over the dresser. There was a writing desk, a shelf full of classic books and some odds and ends.
Another conspicuous feature of the room was its single window, which was high and narrow and set up close to the ceiling.
This window had bars on it from the inside and the glass was made of that opaque glass with wire mesh set inside it for security's sake.
In short, this room was a gilded cage and Dana a captive in it.
Now the time of reckoning had come - and Warren Wilson would have a front-row seat to watch the big show.
He was very, very near to Dana and her daddy - on the other side of the wall, in fact ... but his presence was totally unknown by father and daughter.
Warren occupied a small viewing room located on the other side of the room where Dana was now confined, locked in with her father.
Hawker held the key to the room, tucked away in his breast pocket, where he had safely deposited it after locking himself inside with Dana.
His daughter held no such key, of course.
Set into the intricate curlicues and rococco embellishments of the wallpaper, were a number of pinholes which could not be detected inside the room.
On the other side of those pinholes, in the room adjacent to the confinement quarters, was a viewing room with eyeholes set at the pinholes.
Warren sat in a chair facing the wall. Sweat streamed down his face, stinging his eyes as he pressed them to the eyepiece of the spy device.
He was not alone in the room. Sitting next to him, so close that her thigh touched his leg, was the madame of the house, Nuyen Tranh.
Her dark, almond-shaped eyes showed deep irises which smoldered like pools of bubbling, boiling tar, as she pressed her lean and hungry face to the viewer.
She wore a red satin dress, which left her shoulders bare and showed a good deal and more of the soft roundnesses of her bosom.
This dress was conveniently open at the sides, so she, or anyone else who was of a mind to, could put his or her hand under her skirt.
Nuyen and Warren settled in for the big show.
Warren Wilson's agile mind had managed to arrange the whole deal and set up what he hoped would be a solution to the problem of the General's wayward daughter.
By dint of much legwork, he had unearthed the location of Samantha's apartment, thanks to clues supplied him by Stella and others.
The video cassettes were all rounded up, each and every one of them safely accounted for. Warren Wilson had destroyed almost all of them.
He had kept a few copies for insurance, tucked away in a safe deposit box in a bank vault, waiting if the time should arrive when he would need them.
It had been no easy matter for him to separate Samantha from Dana. His blood ran cold when he thought of the possible consequences if the orgiasts, Hal Henrys and Congressman Ted Fitzgerald, had realized that the tender teen who had been fucked all night by them, was the daughter of Washington's mighty General Hawker.
He thanked heaven that the girl had at least had the sense to keep her mouth shut about who she was, while she played with Samantha and her friends.
Knowing that Dana was in Samantha's apartment, Warren Wilson had sweated out the hours until the two couples exited Samantha's place in the light of dawn.
Ted Fitzgerald and Hal Henrys had switched bed partners, at least for a while.
Joanie St. James pressed against Fitzgerald, while Hal Henrys felt and fondled the taut, terrific buns of Sue Lynn Castle as she climbed in his car.
After the four orgiasts had left, Samantha was alone in the apartment with Dana and Warren Wilson had to wait until the middle of the morning to make his move.
Samantha had emerged from her apartment to do some shopping. That was when Warren Wilson and his crew went into action.
Dana was spirited from the apartment. She was bound and gagged and put in a laundry wagon with sheets covering her.
Warren Wilson's men had wheeled the cart down the halls and into the elevator and out the back door of the building, where a car waited.
Warren Wilson had busted his balls in the last forty-eight hours cleaning up this latest little mess of Dana's.
Hard work, to be sure - work he had no intention of repeating in the near future. He hadn't gone to all this trouble, just to let Dana get herself in another jam as soon as the most recent one was cleared up.
No, a difficult problem like Dana demanded an ingenious solution.
Warren Wilson hit on a stroke of inspiration. What Dana needed was to be kept out of the public eye. He didn't care who she fucked or sucked, as long as it wasn't anybody politically sensitive.
She would have to be kept on ice and he had the perfect location - the elegant and erotic establishment of Madame Nuyen Tranh.
Why not? The old house was out of the way, with excellent security, including any number of rooms where Dana could be lodged.
And this was the one place where the girl, rather than complaining of her captivity, would be likely to have the time of her life.
General Hawker was more than willing to go along with any plan which would keep his wayward daughter out of trouble, even for a few months.
He was intimately associated with the Madame herself, since he had taken his pleasures with the ladies and girls of the house many times.
Who better than Madame Tranh to keep a firm hold on Dana's reins?
But now was the moment of reckoning. Darius Hawker was locked in with his daughter and Dana knew she was due for a licking.
Hawker took off his jacket and hung it on a hook on the door. He unknotted his tie, loosening it. His face was red and swollen already and did not seem to lose any of its heated color even after he opened his top button.
He unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled up his shirt sleeves to his elbows. He meant business and Dana knew as a certainty that no tears, pleas, or promises of good behavior could spare her from the punishment which was so long overdue.
Hawker expressed himself in just this vein to his daughter. Dana stood with her back to the wall, hand raised at her open mouth.
The girl was dressed in a one-piece gown, a long-sleeved and lacy white nightie which was very old-fashioned and charming, although Dana cared little for those charms now. The gown had been supplied by the Madame, to replace the clothes which had been stripped from the General's daughter when she was first brought here.
Dana's hair was no longer in a ponytail, but hung loose and free, framing her fair but fearful face with soft chestnut brown waves of bobbing hair.
She nervously chewed on a knuckle. Her nightie was closed at the throat by knotted drawstrings. The chaste garment covered her from neck to ankles.
Hawker stood in the center of the floor, on the intricate patterned design of a frayed but still handsome Persian carpet.
"Get oyer here, Dana," Hawker said. "Front and center - march!"
Dana whimpered. Her small feet took shuffling steps, her bare soles slapping on the carpet as she hurriedly crossed to her daddy.
Hawker stood with arms folded sternly across his chest, his eyes striking sparks of fire as he stared down at the top of his daughter's hanging head.
"You've had this coming to you for a long, long time, Dana," the General grimly announced, although not with a certain relish.
"What - what are you going to do, Daddy?!"
"Something I should have done years ago, Dana - I'm going to take a strap to your backside and tan it so that you won't be able to sit down for a week without feeling it!" And he reached to unbuckle his belt.
"Daddy, no! Please - you wouldn't!"
"You pipe down, miss. This is one time you can't talk or charm yourself out of a beating." He took his belt out" of the loops of his pants.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, the plush mattress giving way under his weight. He sat with his feet on the floor.
"Get over here, Dana."
"Daddy, please-"
"Now!"
Dana hurried to him, her angelic face tight with anxiety. Her dark eyes shone wetly, with trembling tears just waiting to be shed.
Her pouting lower lip had never looked more sensually wide and ripe and her chin trembled from the effort of holding back her tears.
"Get across my lap, Dana." This dad was damned mad and would stand for no more nonsense from his disobedient daughter.
Dana whimpered as she went to him. She bent stiffly over his lap. He took her in hand and stretched her face down across his lap.
She lay over his knees with her head hanging down. Now that her hair was free and unbound, it fell across her fearful face.
Color blazed and blushed in Dana's face from having her head hanging and from the shame of her humiliating position.
"Daddy!" Dana shrieked. "What are you doing?!"
Hawker took hold of the lacy hem of his daughter's long nightie and lifted it, exposing her pink legs and her rounded bottom.
He pushed the hem of the nightie high up on her waist, so that her entire lower body was nakedly exposed.
Easily he held the girl pressed down on his lap, where her tufted bush rustled against his groin, pressing warmly.
"What did you think - that I would spank you with your nightie on?" Hawker laughed curtly. "Your childish lack of self control demands that you be treated like the naughty little girl you are - and that includes a spanking on the bare!"
On the other side of the wall, both Warren Wilson and Madame Tranh seethed with fires of lust as they watched the girl's bottom being nakedly exposed by her daddy.
The General took a tight hold of Dana, firmly pressing her down with her saucy, jiggling behind held upward in the punishment position.
Dana now broke into near-hysterical pleading, when her father took hold of the thin, whippy brown leather belt which he had removed from his pants.
She sobbed as she begged to be spanked by hand, but he only laughed. She had earned this chastisement and she would pay in full.
So saying, General Hawker took up the belt, doubled in his hand for added striking power and proceeded to whip Dana's backside red and raw.
Taking a hand spanking or a paddling with a hair brush from the hand of Samantha was mild, compared to the way the General strapped her bare bottom.
His arm rose again and again, the brown strap a blur of motion as it fell on Dana's bare, vulnerable backside.
The father's face burned a bright, blushing red, seething with heat. His eyes flashed sparks of fire as he laid into the girl.
Dana shrieked hysterically. He held her pinned tightly in place on his lap and no amount of her sobbed pleas softened his avenging strap.
Dana kicked and thrashed and squirmed on his lap. Her buttocks jiggled wildly. The brown strap slashed them with a low, evil, cutting noise.
Each slash of the strap caused it to wrap almost caressingly around Dana's bottom cheeks - but her wailing shrieks testified that this was no caress.
As the girl squirmed, she rubbed her crotch against his groin. This sensual friction could lead only to one inevitable result.
Hawker's genitals were tingling and heavy. His penis swelled, jerked, stiffened and sprouted into a seething erection.
His aroused member rose into a tentlike bulge in the crotch of his pants. The more that Dana's hot little body wiggled and wriggled on it, the higher his cock was heated, so that his arousal was whipped higher and higher.
Sweat streamed down from his wild-eyed face like someone had emptied a pail of water on his head.
Suddenly, in the middle of the strapping, when the doubled leather belt was held high and poised for another sizzling stroke, he tossed it aside.
Dana sobbed like a little girl. Her shoulders shook with sobbing. Her face shone with the glistening tracks of her profuse tears.
She gave a final wailing sob, one which anticipated the next stroke of the strap, a stroke which never came.
She broke down, dissolving like heated wax in a mass of tears. She submissively stretched her sobbing form across his lap and covered her wet face with her hands.
His eyes rolled wildly. He vibrated as though powered by some internal motor revved up to one its highest settings.
Only nine or ten solid strokes had landed on Dana's delicious backside before he tossed away the strap, but each stroke had left its mark.
Dana's cupcake buttocks twitched and jerked. The creamy buttocks were marked with the welted lines of each stroke that had fallen on her.
As she sobbed helplessly, her buttocks jiggled like masses of semi-solid jelly.
Hawker looked down, beholding his delicious daughter stretched across his lap, completely at his disposal and his discretion.
It was a sweet place to have his wayward daughter - it would be sweeter still.
He put his hand over her bottom. He took in her luscious backside, now marked from his lashing. He saw that and more.
He saw the slitted, palely pink lips of his teen daughter's thin adolescent slit, quivering under those spanked buttocks.
He saw her thin pink thighs, standing out all tight and taut with flexing muscle under their covering of smooth skin.
Dana continued crying, but she knew something besides the strapping was going on.
Hawker knew enough about his daughter's activities to have some small idea of how she had used that hot, tight little pussy of hers.
Now, it was well known to the Madame of the house that the General, like so many other males, had a highly developed taste for young girls.
This knowledge was familiar to Warren Wilson, since that aide for all seasons had often procured tender young girls for the General's pleasure.
Both Warren Wilson and Nuyen Tranh sensed that the General's fond passion for teen girls was a byproduct of incestuous lust for his daughter.
More proof of this was offered in the fact that the General's specifications for the teens he fucked, closely paralleled Dana's physical make-up.
This being the case, reasoned Warren Wilson, why not throw father and daughter together and see what happened?
They saw it now.
General Hawker held his hand a few inches from Dana's quivering bottom. His hand shook as much as his tamed, frightened daughter's teen body trembled.
Soft liquid sobs came from Dana, muffled by the hands which she held pressed to her face. But she sensed something was going on.
Then she shifted position slightly on his lap, so that her hips brushed hard against his stiffly swollen penis.
This rubbing motion pulled a deep moaning groan from the father.
Dana said, "Daddy, what's THAT?!"
She took her hands down from her red, wet face. Her eyes were bloodshot and her features were red and swollen from sobbing.
Hair fell across her face, plastered down by sweat and tears, as she lifted her head and looked over her shoulder at her father.
She saw him frozen in motion, his shaking hand held over her body, his face expressing frenzied emotion, so that he looked like a wild man.
He stared out into space, but after a moment, he lowered his gaze and locked eyes with his daughter, setting sparks flying.
In that incestuous instant, he knew and she knew and each of them knew that the other knew that more than one commandment was about to be violated, along with Dana. If a girl of her willing, wanton disposition could be said to be violated, since she seemed ready to prove herself a more than willing accomplice in her father's passions.
After all, for all her precocious experiences in eroticism of all sorts, here was a kick which was new, even to her - incest.
With her eyes fiery with new-found knowledge of her power - the power of her exquisite face and luscious body to tempt into sin even her own flesh and blood, the awesome patriarch who had sired her - Dana sighed and squirmed deliciously, grinding her hips into the erection jutting from his lap.
"Ooooooh, Daddy, I'll be a good girl from now," she said in a lisping little girl voice. "Unless you want me to be a bad girl, just for you ... "
She docilely stretched herself out, head held low so he now could no longer see her face, see the smile of lustful triumph which was breaking through her tears.
"Fuck me, Daddy ... fuck your little girl and let me show you how much I love you!"
She pressed her hips into his swollen erection, wiggling her buttocks, squirming and nestling deep into his lap.
Time stood still for an instant.
Then her father gave out a strangled sob, as he tossed away the last of his inhibitions and he embraced his daughter - his partner now in incestuous lust.
On the other side of the wall, a massively aroused Warren Wilson chewed his lower lip, his swollen penis throbbing in lustful anticipation of the real show which was just beginning!
CHAPTER NINE
Father and teen daughter embraced and sealed their incestuous passion with hot, feverish kisses and fondlings.
She was still across his lap. She pulled herself up, moaning as she moved her marked and whipped bottom, the pain adding to her perverse passion.
She hoisted her upper body and put her feet on the floor. She pressed her front against his, twining around him, bringing her face to his.
When she started moving, his hand had been between her legs. It was there still, pressed by pink teen thighs and touching her pussy.
Dana's thin-lipped little pink pussy was all a-quiver when he finished strapping her and now it positively oozed with juices.
She lifted her red wet tear-stained face to that of her father's. His mouth crushed hers in a hot open-mouthed kiss.
He took his tongue and thrust it in her mouth. Daddy had kissed daughter many times in the course of Dana's young life ... that is, in the normal course of loving and affectionate, perfectly wholesome family relations.
Now his relations took on a different turn, as he kissed her with the hot licking tongue of incest, thrusting deep into her mouth of spice and fire.
Dana was hot but her passion met its match in him. After all, she was her father's daughter and it was from him that she had inherited her headstrong, wanton ways.
They kissed. Dana felt like her entire essence was concentrated where her mouth met and locked to her father's.
She pressed into him, her naked breasts with their stiff pink nipples pressing against his well-muscled chest, covered by his white shirt.
His shirt was damp with the sweat he had shed during the strapping of his wayward daughter - hardly surprising, under the circumstances.
Dana's small stiff nipples throbbed as they pressed up against him. She was lithe and eel-slippery as she wrapped herself around him.
He felt her pussy quiver against the hand which was trapped between her taut teen thighs. His member was rampantly erect, swollen.
He broke off the kiss, but only to move the encounter to a more fitting arena - the bed. He eased Dana off his lap and on her feet.
She moaned as she stood facing him. She put her hands behind her back and gingerly rubbed her bottom, hissing in breathless pain as she touched it.
"You hurt me, Daddy!" she whimpered accusingly.
"I'll kiss it and make it all better, honey," he promised.
Dana looked beyond him to the bed. She went to it, her buttocks jiggling, the red slash marks where the belt had struck her standing out on her backside.
She pulled down sheets and blankets and got into bed. She got on her hands and knees with her backside to him.
She turned her head to look over her shoulder at him. Her face showed a coy, teasing, kittenish expression of young lust which was absolutely bewitching.
She wiggled her hot little bottom invitingly. "Come on, Daddy!"
Hawker moved to the bed like a man in a trance, an erotic sleepwalker. His fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt.
He tore one of the buttons loose in his eagerness. It popped free from the shirt and bounced and rolled across the carpet.
Dana turned to face him and crawled to the bed's edge, where he stood.
"Let me help undress you, Daddy," she said in her little-girl voice.
She stood on her knees. Her father looked down at his vixenish daughter, with her angel face and body of sin.
Nipples stood out on the pear-shaped mounds of her shapely breasts.
"Oooooooh, Daddy, you're so big and strong!"
Dana was looking, not at her father's face, but at the swollen rod of his erection, which lifted the crotch of his pants and pushed it outward.
She put her small pink hands on his chest and fondled him through his shirt, running her hands all over his torso.
She opened his buttons one by one, pulling the shirt open from neck to navel, peeling back the folds of the shirt to expose his bare chest.
Iron-gray hair, thick and full, soft as fur, matted his pectorals and belly. Dana pressed her palms on his bare flesh, massaging it.
She rubbed her way back and forth, up and down his chest. Chills and goosebumps rose up from him. His stiff penis throbbed in his pants.
She tugged the flaps of his shirt from his pants. There was no need for her to open his belt - he had taken it off to use it for her punishment.
She pressed her hand against the oversized bulge in the crotch of his trousers. She licked her lips as she explored the shape and size of her father's rod.
His face was bright red. A fat crystal drop of sweat rolled down the bridge of his long straight nose, clung for an instant on its tip, then spattered on his chest.
Dana expertly picked open the top of his pants, then pulled down his zipper. His pants slid down his hips and fell to his feet.
He peeled off his sweat-damp shirt and tossed it to the floor.
He wore boxer shorts, the front of which were lifted by his swollen rod. Through the open flyhole of his pants, Dana could see his swollen penis.
He pulled down his shorts, his hard cock springing into full view.
"Oh, Daddy!"
Dana squealed happily as she took her father in hand and fondled his erection. Here was the staff of life which had created her less than fifteen years ago.
She handled his erection with both hands, letting it slip this way and that. It simmered as though powered by steam heat.
Penis flesh was hot and throbbing in her slim fingers. She squeezed and pulled and played with his rod, forcing moans of lust from him.
His trembling hands moved to her breasts and fastened thereon. Dana oohed and aahed as her bosom was caressed and held by her father.
Soft bosom flesh and stiff nipples were felt and fondled by the lustful hands of an incest-minded dad.
"You're so big!" Dana gasped. "Daddy, I have to kiss it!"
Dana had been standing on her knees. Now she moved back on the bed and got down on hands and knees, bringing her head in line with his rod.
He took hold of his penis, gripping it at the base so that part of the shaft and all of the swollen head, jutted from the top of his hand.
He put it to her lips, which were pink and puckered and pressed smoochingly against his cock, smooching it wetly with loud, intense suction.
The General's eyebrows lifted and his eyes widened from what his daughter's talented mouth was doing to his torrid member.
His penis blushed and burned an even hotter red as she kissed it. Dana's lips were moist where she had licked them and they glided on his cock head.
She parted her lips and took the head of his cock in her mouth. She pressed her lips on the shaft, below the rim of the cock head.
He groaned with sizzling seething lust. He fondled her face, hair, neck, shoulders. She moved her head forward.
The satiny-smooth insides of her lips slid down his shaft, massaging it as she took his rod deep into her mouth.
The weight of his penis pressed down on her tongue, which curled up at the edges and began caressing and licking.
Dana's hair, no unbound and no longer held back in the pony tail she had customarily worn, hung like dark curtains on the sides of her face.
The tips of the hair hung down, scraping softly against the swelling tops of her nubile breasts, barely reaching her stiff nipples.
The cock head of her father's rod softly bumped the soft tissues at the back of her golden throat - and so she began to bob her head.
Wetly, juicily, she slurped and sucked at his rod. She drew her head back and forth, sliding her lips up and down the shaft.
The erection soon shone with a coating of her frothy saliva. Her hair swirled and flailed from the bobbing motions of her head.
She sucked up and down on his cock. His buttocks were tightly clenched and he pushed his penis in and out, back and forth.
As he fucked the mouth of his daughter, he muttered words of endearment, telling her in a lust-hoarse voice that she was his little darling angel, daddy's very own lover girl, his little lady and similar remarks.
Dana, saying no words, let her mouth do the talking for her, as she sucked him into a state of erotic distraction.
His swollen, throbbing shaft sizzled on the velvet bed of her tongue. Once or twice, the combination of his forceful thrusts and her ardent head bobbings would accidentally cause his penis to completely pop free from her mouth.
When that happened, Dana would moan with disappointment until the member was once more safely restored inside her mouth.
That girl's mouth was all fire and honey as she sucked her father.
His thrusts became more forceful, more demanding. His cock coursed over her lips and tongue, burning hotter with each movement.
At last, his orgasm came and so did he.
He put his thing deep in her mouth, wedging the blunt bullet-shaped cock head into the back of her throat, plugging it.
This time he did not pull back for yet another stroke, but kept his cock planted safely in her mouth, as he shook from internal stress.
Groans were forced from his mouth. His face, red and sweaty, was compressed and contorted from the force of his orgasm.
He pressed his sweaty palms against her freckled cheeks and held her head in place. His shaft swelled against the lips which clutched it.
His swollen balls shivered from vibration. Up from them came a mass of semen, boiling up the column of his cock.
The semen erupted like hot lava, bubbling out of the cock head, spurting forcefully against the soft tissues at the back of her throat.
No novice at sucking cocks, Dana molded her mouth around his rod and her cheeks hollowed as she slurped and sucked at the spurting member.
It seemed like he would never stop coming. She swallowed, his semen sliding down her gullet like honey, slowly and thickly.
He rose on his toes and squeezed the last drops of come from his cock. Her lips clutched the base of his shaft.
Her nose was tickled by his glossy bush, whose thick black hair was sprinkled with iron-gray. The rich man-smell of him filled her lungs.
Down her throat trickled the spurted sums of semen, which she swallowed.
The General gave off a final orgasmic shudder, like a wet dog throwing off the water adhering to its fur.
Sighing, eyes heavy-lidded slits, mouth open and gaping, the General was shaken by the final throes of a devastating orgasm.
But he was hardly done with Dana yet.
When he stopped shaking and his breathing had become somewhat normal, he patted his daughter's head with loving fondness.
He fondled her soft silken hair, her long slim neck, her smooth shoulders. His eyes were glazed and pleasure-mad.
He pulled out. His cock seethed in her mouth, throbbing on her tongue as he withdrew the shaft from inside her lips.
Fresh stimulation thrilled his member as he drew it across the smooth satiny insides of her lips, which tightly pressed his cock.
She sucked up all the excess semen as his penis was pulled from her mouth. Her pink lips were pressed outward by the knobbed cock head.
His penis popped out from between her lips. A fat drop of come oozed from the swollen wet red head of the twitching, jerking penis.
He took hold of his member and kept it from bobbing this way and that.
Smiling like the little vixen she was, Dana, still on her hands and knees, crawled to the middle of the mattress.
Her dangling, stiff-nippled breasts bobbed and her buns jiggled as she crawled. Her pussy was a pink slit between soft thighs.
She turned her back to him. She lowered her upper body, pressing the side of her face against the mattress, her eyes closed, lips parted.
Her stiff-nippled breasts pressed down on the mattress. She put her arms out in front of her so that they stretched flat across the bed.
She was kneeling with her head and upper body down and her bottom and pussy raised up on bended knees so that they were the most elevated part of her body.
Her father knew an invitation when he saw one. He mounted the bed.
He moved into position to mount his daughter. His penis stood out red and stiff in front of him, shining with the saliva which still coated it.
He took hold of the rod. Dana's knees were far apart, opening her thighs and offering up her pussy to him.
She shook her bottom, jiggling her buns. "Fuck me, Daddy!"
"Oh my God!" the General muttered.
He put his sweating shaking hands on her slim hips and squeezed. Overcome by desire, he pressed his face against her pussy.
His mouth was hot, wet, licking and kissing against her quivering pussy lips. The sweet girl-scent of her whipped his senses into erotic frenzy.
He covered the delicate lips of her pussy with kisses. He nuzzled her little tufted bush, whose flaxen hairs tickled his nose.
Inside her slit, she was wet and dripping, as he happily discovered when his kisses spread the pussy lips and put him in contact with slippery pink membranes.
Her juices smeared on his face. The taste of her was on his lips and tongue, but that was only a tease, a foretaste of the main course.
He pressed his licking tongue to her pussy and glided it up and down her sex.
Dana squealed with oodles of lust. She rocked her pussy up and down, shoving it in his face, oblivious of the soreness which still tingled in her spanked bottom.
He put his tongue to her pussy lips and lanced it between them, entering her. Dana cried out delightedly as her steamy pussy was penetrated with his tongue.
She was so tight and narrow in her tender adolescent slit that her membranes pressed against the tongue which slid into them.
His lips pressed her pussy lips as his tongue thrust and licked, lapping the juices from her membranes and greedily swallowing them down.
He tasted deeply of her, drinking her juices like a thirsty man. All the while, his stiff red cock steamed and sizzled, impatient for attention.
The time was now - the General retracted his tongue, withdrawing it from his daughter's sex, pulling his face from her crotch.
Her slitted pussy lips seethed and simmered under his frothy saliva. Below the sticky wetness, her thin labia burned hot and bright.
He inched forward on his knees, his cock bobbing. He took hold of it, just below the rim of the bullet shaped cock head.
His red cock was like an arrow of lust aimed at the tender target of her pussy. He touched the tip of the cock head to her pussy lips.
Dana leaned her hips back, assisting in his entry of her sex. He pressed the knobbed cock head to her sex and pried open the pussy lips.
She squealed happily as her tender pussy lips were spread and stretched. His cock head filled her, stretching the membranes of the pussy it plugged.
And now he lodged his cock head deep inside her, groaning from the pure delight of the tightness of her slit.
He pushed his hips forward, cramming his shaft inside her. The red shaft sank into the narrow vortex which was her pussy.
Dana moaned and moaned again as the cock shaft inched inside her, the swollen rod gliding over the slippery membranes which clutched it.
And now he was inside her. He threw his hips forward, plunging the full length of his rod deep into the pit of passion which was her pussy.
Taking hold of her hips, he set to moving, fucking her vigorously, his penis stiff and fiery as that of a young man.
His member coursed into her, sexual friction making her pussy lips warm and glowing from the constant, intense in-and-out movements.
When he pushed into her, his hips bumped her buttocks. Since her bottom was still sore and sensitive, each bump made her groan.
But the pain of it was no more than she could stand and in fact it added to the erotic tension which was taking little Dana higher and higher.
His hands fumbled under her, feeling her breasts. The nipples throbbed and pulsed as he handled them - he took hold of both breasts.
Dana lifted her upper body, so that she was on her hands and knees, which permitted him to clutch her breasts, one in each hand.
Those pear-shaped breasts served perfectly as handles of flesh for him to hold on tight to as he fucked her with wild abandon.
She was a darling, with her slim slight girlish form, her perfect face, her lovely little breasts and her hot pink body.
She rocked her hips in response to the thrusts of her father. His penis plunged in and out, each stroke tightening the internal mainspring of erotic tension.
He was able to go for a long time now, since the suck-job she had earlier given him had cut the terrible, demanding edge of his erotic tension.
The bedfrarne creaked, the springs groaned, the mattress soon was damp with sweat that slid off the writhing bodies of father and incestuous daughter.
Suddenly the General plunged his penis deep into her pussy, so that his cock head bumped the gaping mouth of her little womb.
His penis was sheathed in slippery satiny membranes which gripped it as tightly as a rubber glove. The thickness of his rod stretched her membranes.
Those membranes were stretched a bit more, as his shaft expanded under the flow of semen which shot up from his swollen balls.
Dana squealed and hissed and groaned as the fires in her pussy were quenched by a stream of her daddy's semen, a thickly gushing stream which seemed like it would never stop, as it soaked into her sizzling membranes and filled her pussy to the very brim.
CHAPTER TEN
General Hawker left his daughter in good hands.
Dana was in those hands right now.
The girl now occupied an even more luxurious room than the one in which she was lodged for safekeeping. This was the boudoir of Madame Nuyen Tranh.
Arrangements had been made. Now that the General had made his most exciting conquest - that is, taking his daughter for his little teen lover - Dana would be kept available here at the house to be used as needed.
This insured that the girl would not only be kept out of trouble, but also that she would be where he wanted when he wanted her.
As for Dana, she was not too unhappy, considering that she had an obsessive interest in all facets of sexuality, normal or perverse.
There was no better place to learn about the esoteric variations of sex than at the house of Madame Tranh.
Now, the girl was in Nuyen's bed. Dana was quite nude - indeed, she was almost always kept without clothes, in a state of delightful undress.
The few times that she was dressed, she was not outfitted in street clothes, but in bizarre costumes of lace, leather, silk and satin.
But now she was naked, stripped for action.
Madame Tranh came to bed wearing a black leather waist cincher and thigh-high black patent leather high-heeled boots - and nothing else.
Nuyen Tranh looked more exotic than ever. Her hair was thick and jet-black. Her high firm breasts were pointed with dark brown nipples.
Her nipples were ringed with button-shaped aureoles. Those nipples now were stiff and throbbing with desire, as she reached for Dana.
Nuyen was small and petite, but the waist cincher and boots made her look bizarrely exotic. Her pussy, a gently arched and rising mound masked with a neatly trimmed shadow-black bush, looked twice as lewd, framed as it now was by the waistline of the leather cincher and the tops of the black boots.
A third party rounded out the group. Warren Wilson, buck naked, sat up in bed, bare back pressing the polished headboard.
Rising up from his legs like a red pole of flesh was his stiffly erect penis, whose throbbing shaft he clutched at the base. God knows he had hustled his tale off to bring order out of chaos and clean up the scandalous mess which Dana had gotten into.
His job was done and now he felt entitled to reap the rewards of his hard work. After all, the General couldn't be with his daughter all day and night.
Besides, Dana was a hot-blooded, easily bored girl, so Warren Wilson was pitching in and doing his best to keep her amused.
He had been stimulated by the sight of the girl fucking and sucking in the steamy, XXX-rated videos which he had managed to get hold of.
He had decided to have the girl, not on screen, but in the flesh. And of course, she was more than eager to participate.
Madame Tranh had taken her captive-guest under her wing and other parts of her anatomy as well and the girl regularly warmed her bed and body.
Nuyen was out of bed now, standing at the bedside as she finished strapping on a dildo, which jutted like an obscene erection from her slim, womanly hips.
The dildo was long and thick and black, shaped like a streamlined erection with a bullet-shaped head and a thick smooth shaft.
The black bands of a leather harness secured it to her hips.
Dana looked with wide eyes at the Oriental mistress as she strapped on the dildo and took up a jar of lubricant.
Warren Wilson summoned the girl to him and Dana went to it quickly, crawling on hands and knees to him, between his spread extended legs.
She knelt between his legs, with her angel face poised over the stiff penis which he gripped and held upright.
As she licked her lips, moistening them, she darted sidelong glances at Nuyen, who stood at the bedside, balanced on the high spiked stiletto heels of her black boots.
Nuyen unscrewed the cap off the jar of lubricant. She scooped up some goo.
Warren Wilson took hold of Dana's fair-faced head and turned it so that it was over his cock and pulled her down to it.
Dana opened her lips and widened her jaws and took his rod into her mouth. She mouthed his cock head, holding his shaft with her lips below the cock head's rim.
She slurped and sucked on the knobbed cock head, working away at it like it was a piece of sweet hard candy that she sucked.
Shadows slid across her pink nude body as the Madame leaned over her. Tranh rested one hand on the curve of Dana's pert bottom.
Slippery fingers coated with gooey lubricant slid across Dana's pussy. The sensual contact of the cool, greasy goo made the girl ooh and aah.
Since her mouth was wrapped around Warren Wilson's cock head at the time, his penis was shivered by the vibrations of her moans.
The long, slim fingers of the Oriental massaged the oil into Dana's pussy lips, which warmed and redly glowed under the shiny coating.
The girl was greased not only on the outside of her slit, but on the inside as well, for Nuyen Tranh slipped her finger into the girl's pussy.
Warren Wilson, hands on Dana's face, pulled the girl's head deeper down to him, so that her hot wet mouth engulfed his member.
Into the warm sizzling depths of her mouth went his cock. Her lips slid down his steaming shaft as she took his rod deep into her mouth.
Having finished greasing up the pussy of the teen, Nuyen applied another handful of the lubricant to her dildo, polishing it up.
Girl and dildo greased with lubrication, Nuyen mounted the bed, swinging her black leather-booted legs up on the mattress.
Polished leather squeaked as the boots bent at the knees, with Nuyen standing on her knees behind the girl, with the black dildo aimed at Dana's little slit.
Dana's soft brown hair fell across the hips and genitals of the man she sucked. Warren pushed and pulled her head, up and down on his rod.
Nuyen hooked her forearm around the girl's waist and pulled up Dana's backside so that her pussy was perfectly positioned for dildo penetration.
Grease shone on the slitted pussy lips between the girl's parted pink thighs.
Nuyen took hold of the dildo and pressed its greased head against the girl's slit. Up and down the pussy lips she massaged the dildo head.
She pressed the tip of the dildo to the pussy and put it between the lips. Oily pussy lips split and spread, pried open by the head of the black slick dildo.
Dana grunted, moaned and groaned as she was penetrated. The dildo was thick with a fat knobbed head which stretched her little pussy.
Nuyen put the dildo into the girl, then pushed her hips forward, sliding the dildo into the depths of the tight adolescent slit.
That dildo shaft was perhaps thicker than the size of an average erection. Dana's angelic face, red and contorted, displayed the intense sensations put in her by the dildo. The greased black shaft slowly slid inside her.
Nuyen gave a final thrust, shoving the dildo home.
Dana was being used now at both ends -Warren Wilson's swollen red cock was mouthed by the girl, while Madame Tranh fucked Dana with a dildo.
As she took Dana from behind with the dildo, the Madame gripped the girl's lean hips, holding them tightly for her thrusting strokes.
Now, one of her hands crept around to the front of Dana, to finger the sweat-damp silky bush off the girl, to fondle her slit.
Dana's pussy was slippery with the grease of the lubricant, minimizing the sexual friction as Nuyen's similarly greasy fingers fondled her.
Nuyen reached for the tiny, throbbing button of the girl's clitoris, a pearl of dark pink flesh rolling in lubricant and natural secretions.
Dana set up a bout of deep moaning as her pussy was caressed and her clitoris fingered -and all the while, the dildo worked in and out of her.
Tranh started slowly, so that the dildo lingeringly slid over the stretched and slippery membranes of the girl on those deep, thrusting strokes.
At the same time, the fingering she was giving Dana's clitoris was driving the girl wild -an excess of eroticism which was happily harvested by Warren Wilson.
He was a prime beneficiary of Dana's hot blood, since the girl was burning off some of her excess sexual energy by giving him a superb suck-job.
Her head bobbed furiously up and down, driving the hot honeyed hole of her mouth back and forth on the stiff member filling it.
Warren still held the girl's head in his hands, not so much to guide her, as to keep his cock from popping free of her mouth due to Dana's wild enthusiasm.
Saliva from her sucking mouth streamed down his shaft, soaking his bush and balls. His penis was as red as a boiled lobster.
Dana's head rose and fell so rapidly that her soft brown hair was in furious motion, the strands delightfully flailing his thighs and hips.
She was short of breath from the things that the dildo and Nuyen Tranh's fingers were doing to her pussy and her clitoris.
She sucked in whistling gasps of breath around the edges of the shaft which stretched her lips. Her face turned bright red.
Her moans vibrated through Warren Wilson, setting his swollen balls to shivering. His buttocks were wet with sweat as he rocked back and forth.
Suddenly he stopped bobbing Dana's head up and down and held it in place, with his cock lodged deeply in her honeyed mouth.
Her eyes, glazed and heavy-lidded, opened wide as his penis jumped and jerked and twitched on her velvety tongue and came.
Semen splashed the back of her throat. She sucked and slurped and swallowed.
But her own time had arrived, due to the fingering her clitoris was getting from the Oriental and the fucking her pussy thrilled to from the dildo.
Dana climaxed.
As she came, she was hit with an orgasm that crashed on her like a tidal wave, washing her away in a sea of sensation.
Dana went slightly crazy for some seconds, out of her head with mindless ecstasy. She did not let her mouth fall away from the throbbing cock that filled it.
Time was needed for rest, however brief. Presently, Warren Wilson patted the girl on the top of her brown-haired head and eased that head up off his groin.
His cock was red, semi-erect, thick and twitching when he pulled it from her dripping mouth. He knew it would be hard in a matter of moments.
When it was, he and Nuyen Tranh would change places. Madame Tranh would unstrap her dildo and offer up her perfect pussy to the girl's mouth of pleasure, while Warren Wilson would take his turn and penetrate Dana's hot adolescent slit, not with a dildo, but with the rod of flesh that was his penis.
He liked to think that he was just keeping Dana warmed up for her daddy.
Dana was being kept warm indeed, as the lustful adults shifted and squirmed with the stirrings of increased desire.
Warren was still hard, his swollen red cock shiny with saliva. He gripped his rod and presented his swollen, sensitive balls to Dana's tongue.
Dana touched the tip of her tongue to his flesh and ran it up and down his testicles, which rippled and vibrated under the influence.
His penis throbbed with heated new life and lust.
Dana moaned and groaned as the Madame withdrew from her, drawing the dildo out of the girl's secretion-dripping slit.
The dildo was coated with juices, when it was taken out of the girl. Madame Tranh's hands moved quickly, undoing the fasteners of the harness which secured the obscenely stiff black dildo to her hips.
Off came harness and dildo, uncovering her black-bushed pussy. Madame Tranh put her hand between her bloated legs and rubbed herself.
Warren Wilson eased out his now-quivering genitals from Dana's licking lips and tongue and he and Nuyen changed places.
Nuyen sat herself down at the bed's head, her black-booted legs stretching out, forming an inverted V of black leather.
At the apex of that V was the delta of her black bush and the soft lips of her sweet and succulent pussy.
Dana put her face over the sex of the Madame. Tranh rested her hand on top of the girl's head and pressed Dana's face against her pussy.
Dana's lips and tongue went to work, alternating impassioned kisses with quick, delicious licks of the tongue.
Nursing his swollen shaft, Warren Wilson mounted the bed, standing on his knees behind the girl, the lance of his swollen cock preceding him.
As her head bobbed while licking and lapping at the Oriental beauty's beautiful pussy, Dana's ripely rounded bottom jiggled and shook and rippled with soft bottom flesh.
The girl's behind was more lushly endowed than that of the woman. Warren pressed into the girl, rubbing and stroking his cock against Dana's buttocks.
Taking hold of his rod, he pressed its swollen red head, still sticky from the recent sucking and pried open thin, delicate, delicious pussy lips with it.
Inside her slit, Dana was a mass of steamy heat, thanks to the dildo fucking which had caused her membranes to swelter with thick secretions.
Warren Wilson stuffed the head of his penis inside the girl. Dana's tightness clutched the cock head in a grip of silky satin wetness.
Once more Dana was used like a candle burning at both ends, as her pussy and mouth were fucked - but Dana was a human candle who, no matter how hotly she burned with lust, could never be used up. The lust of this wanton teen was well-nigh inexhaustable and could not be extinguished.