Who can judge a person's reactions during stress situations? The prisoner of war who gives in to his captors' demands, the kidnapped heiress who joins forces with her abduc-tors-both must act without past experience to guide them. The end result can be either a very negative or a positive experience.
In SEX SLAVE WIFE, Jill Taylor finds herself in just such a situation. Held captive, then degraded and forced to perform what she considers perverse sex acts, she nonetheless finds within herself hidden resources, a strength of character she never realized she had.
Jill Taylor suffers through an unspeakably horrible experience, but she comes through with her sensibilities intact, knowing she is more of a woman.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
Jill smashed the phone down, wishing to hell she could hit her husband with it. Then, for good measure, she picked up the plate of mashed potatoes and threw it against the wall. Fuck him!
At least that's what she wished she could do. Automatically, like the good little housewife she was, she grabbed a sponge and cleaned the gooey mess off the paint she'd spent all after-noon cleaning. Finally, after she'd swept the broken pieces of china off the floor, she sat down at the table and cried.
"God damn you, Paul!" she sobbed out loud, wishing she had the guts to say it to his face. She had a lot she'd like to tell him. But either he didn't have time to listen to her or else he just lost his temper. Either way, she lost.
She was so horny and had looked forward to this evening so much. She took a couple of deep breaths, calming down a little. Her anger was crowding out the delicious horniness she'd let build. Dammit, she had a right to lose her temper! Like this afternoon, when she'd had such a romantic evening planned for them, a roast in the oven and candles and wine on the table. After he promised her he wouldn't work late this week.
Lying bastard. When would he learn that some things were more important than money, even as in debt as they were?
Jill was so horny she felt like she was about to explode. All day she'd looked forward to his hard, thick cock fucking her. Now there was no telling what time he'd get home. And whatever time that might be, he was sure to be too tired.
Angrily, she poured herself a full glass of wine and drained it in a few quick swallows. Then she stomped off to the bedroom. She stripped out of her sweaty chore clothes, still cussing and fuming, and jumped in the shower for a quick rinse. Her head was pounding when she got out, and she looked bitterly at the expensive new dress she'd so carefully laid out on the bed.
Dammit, she'd wear it anyway. Even if her only audience was going to be herself at supper, she at least wanted to feel sexy. A little perfume would make her feel better, too. The dress fit her like a glove, clinging to every voluptuous curve of her body. She turn-ed in front of the mirror, liking the way the sheer fabric clung to her butt and hinted at the crevice in the center. Her long blond hair brushed against her naked shoulders and back as she moved.
The best thing about the dress, though, was the way it made her titties look. It made them stick out lusciously and clung to them, em-phasizing her nipples. At any moment her boobs would come flowing over the top, it looked like.
"Eat your heart out, Paul," she said, cup-ping her tits and lifting them up. But she knew the first thing her husband would probably say when he saw her in it. He would ask how much it cost, and then he would say they couldn't afford it. Unfortunately, he was right.
She jumped when the door buzzer went off. At least she was presentable, and didn't look like the frumpy housewife she felt like.
"Mrs., ah, Taylor?" She'd never seen the man before. "yes?"
"May I come in and talk to you? I'll only take a moment of your time."
She eyed him suspiciously through the bare-ly cracked door, toying with the night latch. Not too old. Briefcase. A little rumpled, but very good looking and pointedly sexy. Ob-viously a salesman.
Afterwards she was never sure why she let him in, and there were a lot of times she wish-ed she hadn't. Maybe it was because he was so handsome, or maybe it was the athletic look he had. Maybe it was because Paul told her never to let strangers inside when he wasn't around, and she was mad at Paul.
Or maybe it was the lump at his crotch and the way his eyes raked over her. Like he owned her.
"I-I guess so," she stuttered, fumbling the night latch open at last. She immediately thought he might be dangerous, because he was so big and powerful looking. But the way he smiled at her as they sat down on the couch made her feel better, and she noticed how he kept looking at her tits whenever he thought she wouldn't notice.
But Jill did know why she sat through his stupid sales speech, hardly hearing what he said. Since Paul wasn't around, she decided, a little drunkenly, that she was going to try her dress out on this man. Ben Spears, he said his name was.
She did her best to distract him. She made the right responses at the right times, keeping him talking and looking. She twisted her lush body, making her titties stick out more, and gave him a good look at them when she pretended to be interested in the notebook he spread out on the coffee table.
This was fun! she thought. She was getting turned on. Maybe Paul didn't care about her, but other men did. Jill laid it on thick and heavy, almost giggling at the way his cock lump was pushing his pants up. She let her dress hike up further and further on her thighs, until she felt downright indecent. He was practically shaking with nervousness, she thought.
But it was far from nervousness that made him tense his muscles and hold himself in check. It was cold anger.
She was just another bored housewife. A cockteaser. Stacked better than most, true, and making all the right moves to turn him on. In his line of work he'd seen a hundred like her.
And had a few, too.
Another cockteaser. No sale here-she was just fucking playing with him. Another horny bitch whose husband was gone. He knew just how to handle her.
She was leaning so close it was easy. With no warning at all, he grabbed her head and kissed her, sucking at her lips and driving his tongue deep inside her mouth, tasting the wine.
"Mmmmmmmm," she said, responding automatically. What he did took her by sur-prise, and she couldn't help it. And when he roughly grasped her boob, she pushed it against his palm instinctively. And then she forced him away.
"I think you'd better go, Mr. Spears. Right now."
He laughed, and she couldn't meet his straight-on stare. "I don't think you want me to leave, hon. I don't think that's what you want at all. Is it now?"
"Get out of here." she shook her head in-dignantly, trying to cover her fear. "Who do you think you are, anyway?"
"Oh, can the shit. Don't play innocent with me. You've been playing your little game for fifteen minutes, shaking those beautiful knockers in my face. Now I wouldn't mind seeing them."
"I don't have to listen to this filthy talk in my own apartment," she said, standing up. "I'm going to count to five, and if you're not out of here by then-"
"You want it, don't you? You're lonely, you're horny. I can tell. Quit playing games.
I'm going to make you feel good."
Jill shrieked when he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back down to the couch with a jerk. She pushed against his chest with both hands as hard as she could, but he overpowered her with his brute strength and weight. She groan-ed as he crushed down on top of her, trapping her hands between them.
This time it was nowhere near a gentle kiss. She kept moaning in horror as he raped her mouth with his tongue. No man had ever kiss-ed her in such a rough, dirty, familiar way before.
She was being attacked by a stranger, and she fought. But somehow it was incredibly ex-citing.
When he squeezed her tit again she got a funny feeling deep inside her. He was really turning her on! She didn't understand, and she didn't want to admit it.
The thought gave her renewed strength. He had his knee in between her legs, and her writhing forced her dress practically past her pussy as she slid around frantically on the couch. His powerful thigh forced her legs apart more and more, and there was a sharp pain as he pinched her nipple through her dress.
Without her clothing around her legs, she had some freedom to move. He bore down on her mouth, raising up just the slightest bit. Jill saw her chance.
She brought her knee up into his crotch, hard. It was dead on target. She felt his balls and the hard shaft of his cock.
He cried out. Then it was her turn, because he bit down on her lower lip.
The slight but sudden pain in his swollen balls and dick made him straighten up. He sat on her thigh to keep her from doing it again.
As the pain eased up, the cold fury grew inside him.
"You fucking bitch!" he said between grit-ted teeth.
She managed to get out one little scream before he clamped his hand heavily down over her mouth. But he hadn't counted on her hands, and now her long nails raked across his left cheek.
He batted her hands out of the way and pressed her head down into the cushions until he felt her give a strangled moan. Blood welled from two long, shallow wounds on his cheek.
"You goddam bitch! You'll pay for that!" Jill shook with terror as she heard him give, an animal growl of rage. His knee rammed right into her unprotected and tender pussy, and she groaned. She felt the springs of the sofa jabbing into the back of her head as he pushed her down. His huge hand covered her open mouth completely, the heel tight against her nostrils and hurting her nose.
Her crotch hurt, but that was nothing com-pared to what came next. Her face stung like fire as he slapped her cheeks time after time, batting her uphung hands away between blows. Then, when she protected her stinging face with her arms, it got worse.
He worked her titties over a little, using his fingers like stubby whips. The pain was oddly titillating to her. The huge masses of her jugs moved back and forth on her chest with each blow like ocean tides. He slapped her belly, too.
Finally, he stopped. She was limp and cowered after the onslaught, but she opened her eyes. The sight of him made her tremble again.
His face was hard and set, mouth curled in lust and vengeance. His eyes drilled right into her. He was red and panting, his hand raised to hit her again. She opened her arms fearfully to peek at him. He was capable of anything, and she just waited for him to light into her again. She shook her head as much as his hand would allow her to, moaning at the pain and the unwanted throbbing in her pussy. Her eyes begged him silently not to do anything else to her.
"Listen, bitch, and listen good. I'm going to take my hand away. But if you so much as make a sound, you'll get more of the same. Got it? Understand what I'm saying?"
She nodded quickly. He waited a second, enjoying her absolute helplessness and submis-sion. No woman had ever fought him like she did, or hurt him. Maybe he'd gone too far this time, but he doubted it. Her whole body radiated fear and sex and longing, and he knew how much she needed it. There was no point in stopping now, no matter what she said or did.
One way or the other, he was going to fuck this incredible woman until her eyes popped. When he was done with her, she'd beg him for it l Just like the others.
Her head bobbed up as he slowly let off the pressure. Then her mouth was free, and she gratefully sucked in huge gasps of air. For a moment she thought about screaming as loud and hard as she could. Somebody in the apart-ment complex might hear her and help her. But there was no guarantee, not at this time of day.
She shuddered to think of what he would do to her then.
He was like a coiled snake, ready to strike if she dared to make a wrong move.
"Don't even think of it, baby. That's right."
"Please! W-what are you going to do?" Her voice was a hoarse croak and her pussy churn-ed alarmingly.
"You just shut up and enjoy it, honey. I'm just going to do what you've been asking for ever since I walked in that door. You cockteaser."
"Nooooo!" She knew what he meant. "Quiet!"
She jerked in fear. Casually, with studied in-solence, he pulled her dress down in front to expose one creamy tit. The dress cut into the bottom of her boob and dug into her shoulder with the tightness. She grimaced and hunched her shoulder down.
No bra. It figured.
"That's real good. You be a good girl and you won't get hurt." By way of testing her, he took the firm ripe tit in both hands, mauling it and digging his fingers in. He squeezed it like bread dough, watching her nipple harden while keeping an eye on her at the same time.
"Ooooohhhh, no!" she squealed, wriggling under him.
This time all it took from him was a warning glance to subdue her. Now he gave her tit his full attention. She had to have one of the finest sets of knockers he'd ever seen, firm and big and pointy and ready to pick. He worked his hands up over the perfect milky flesh, his cock sticking straight up in his pants.
He pinched the nipple, pinched hard. Then he rolled and twisted it, watching it darken and perk up with arousal.
What was happening to her body? She felt out of control. He wrung another moan out of her, but this time it was a moan of desire.
She felt guilty. She was being unfaithful. She didn't understand the strange, twisted desire that this man brought out in her. It was true he forced her, but she really liked it and wanted it. She hated her husband, blamed him because she was so horny that this brutal stranger could force her to be turned on by such treatment.
"Oh God," she panted.
"Like that, sugar? That's just the begin-ning." He kept a firm grip on her tit with one hand, moving the other over to trace the outline of her other jug.
"You bastard! Stop it!"
He chuckled. "We'll see if you still say that after my cock's in your cunt. You'll change your tune then."
His dirty words made her cunt tingle. She tried to fight down the growing need that felt like it was going to overwhelm her, not want-ing to accept the obvious truth of what he said. Her arms were locked helplessly. She wanted to push him off her, get his filthy hands off her tits, but she didn't dare risk his anger again. Jill couldn't hide from the wonderfully tormenting anticipation in her cunt much longer. Yet she couldn't accept the obvious. And it was tearing her apart inside.
"Let's see what else you've got here," he said. He pulled at the top of her dress to get at her other tit, cursing the tightness of the dress. He didn't seem to care about the way it cut into her skin.
But it was still no use. With a savage growl he hooked his fingers in the top and pulled down. It ripped, and he lifted up off her to completely tear the dress down the front.
Now both her tits pointed majestically toward the ceiling. The sight of them made his mouth water.
Her cunt hair was flattened against her pubes by the panty hose. He put his hand down there and tickled up along her slit. She moaned and opened and closed her legs on his hand uncertainly.
Crazily, she thought about her new dress, now ruined. Paul would kill her if he found out. She'd blown money on it in the first place, part of the grocery money.
It was that thought as much as any other that galvanized her into action. She moved her legs as if she was changing position, and then she kicked at him. He toppled and she was running for the front door in nothing but her pantyhose and the shreds of her dress.
She would have made it, too, it she hadn't tripped over her own feet. When she looked up, he was towering over her. Before she even
knew what was happening, he had his hand over her mouth again.
"You just don't learn, do you, bitch?" There was a sickening sound as he ripped her dress off her in long strips. Then he had his
knee in the small of her back, pinning her face-down on the floor. He forced a thick wad of her dress into her mouth and tied the cloth in a knot behind her head.
She screamed. As loud as she could. But the stuff in her mouth deadened the sound com-pletely. He had it so tight she thought she was going to get sick.
In a few seconds, he had her hands tied behind her and carried her into the hall. He kicked the bedroom door open and dropped her in a heap on the floor.
"Now!" he yelled. "No more games! You're going to get it this time!"
She writhed on the floor, inching uselessly toward the open door, wanting only to get out of. there. Horror shot through her as she realiz-ed her cunt was hot and wet with her oozing pussy juice.
That was why she didn't see him as he stripped and swung his belt in the air. "Take it, you worthless cockteaser!" Mindless satisfaction flowed through him as he whipped her butt. Her body straightened like he had sent an electric shock through her. Her long legs clamped shut to protect her sen-sitive cunt from his lashes, but now she couldn't move.
Her back arched as the loud slap of leather echoed in her ears.
She flipped onto her side and curled into a ball. For a moment she actually felt grateful to him for causing the blinding pain that blotted out most of her lust for the moment. She would rather be whipped like a whore than admit how much she wanted him to fuck her.
He whipped down and sideways, catching her ass again, venting his fury at last. She jerk-ed again and flipped onto her back, not want-ing the terrible punishment on her ass again. She drew her knees up.
"Worthless bitch!" he sputtered. He strad-dled her and forced her knees back down easily with his foot. He raised his arm again, for the last time.
The very tip of the belt flicked out and caught her nipple. She felt like it had been rip-ped out with red-hot pincers. She rocked and bucked, knowing there was no mercy in him.
Lust ripped through her, more intense than any pain he had caused.
"Had enough?" He waited for the only answer she could give.
Between his feet, her thighs parted. Her beautiful blue eyes were wide with pain and desire and pleading. Slowly she opened her shaking legs to him. Every sob made her shoulders shake, and tears streamed down her cheeks.
He gave a low, ugly chuckle, tossing the belt aside. "Higher. Get those legs up. I want a good look at your pussy, slut."
There. There it was, the proof of what he suspected all along. There was a growing dark spot at the bottom of her slit, sleek and wet with the steady trickle of her cuntjuice. The crotch of the pantyhose clung obscenely to her flattened pussy lips.
He stripped. He peeled her pantyhose off her. He balled them up and threw them aside. He sank down on his knees before her uplifted legs, his eyes glued to the sight of her slick cunt. Obviously, she liked her loving rough. He had her pegged about right.
She whimpered out a stiff nasal protest. It wasn't a protest about being fucked, but more about being fucked by his enormous cock. She trembled helplessly.
It was the biggest prick she'd ever seen. She wasn't sure whether she could take it or not.
She quaked with the knowledge that any second now he would ram his incredible cock into her pussy.
The light sprinkling of her curly pussy hair was matted down with moisture. He pinched each rubbery cuntlip between his fingers, opening her up more and more. Now he saw her clit, unhooded at last, embedded at the top of her gash like a tiny spike.
She burned with pain and fear and humilia-tion. She was putty in his hands now, com-pletely submissive. An enormous chasm of need opened inside her, a void she'd never known excisted in her before.
She wanted him! She wanted him to fuck her with that enormous, club-like prick. What was more, she liked being forced. The hurt was disappearing, feeding her soaring lust. She wanted to tell him, she wanted to beg him to fuck her.
She was his. He jerked her cunt open a little more energetically.
He gathered some of her sticky, slippery cunt juice on his forefinger and rubbed it all around her clit, pressing hard now and then. She thought she would come right then and there.
Then, with no warning, he stopped. The wonderful sensations in her cunt and clit ebbed away horribly, and she begged him incoherent-ly through her gag. For his cock.
She gasped as he lifted her up in the air, then turned her over and laid her flat on her stomach.
She humped up a few inches and opened her legs, waiting for him to touch her pussy any way he wanted. She was reduced to a shameless, molten lump of need.
"You whore. You're as fuck-hungry as any other woman." His rage was spent, but not his cock. It whacked against his belly.
She felt his prick at last, but not where she ' expected it. He covered his cock with pussy-juice, and she felt it wiggle from side to side against her virgin asshole.
She shrieked mutely and pulled her butt away, but that only made him follow her and press harder into her crack with his prick. Her tied hands were trapped between them, and he controlled her with his weight.
"I'm going to fuck your asshole, girl. Ah, shit! Open up, Fuck! Give ... it ... UP!" She resisted him with the tight ring muscles. She clenched her ass muscles tight against the invasion of his prick, but he kept jamming away.
She gave in because she had to. He wedged half his cockhead into her rear. There was ex-quisite pain, and her asshole clamped down hard.
He fought against coming, and against his prick sliding back out of her. He drove in harder, and she felt his entire cockhead slide into her butt. The unfamiliar fuck made her convulse in a frenzy of fading pain and grow-ing ecstasy.
He covered her body with his, pinioning her flailing legs with his feet. Her asshole encased his monster cock and squeezed it. Her abused body struggled beneath his as he crushed the breath out of her.
The inexorable pressure started up again. Gingerly he shifted his point of support from his hands and knees to his prick, slowly put-ting his weight behind it.
Her pussy dripped like a faucet. She felt ab-solutely full, but more and more of his cock slipped into her with each second. His cock was so incredibly, horribly, fucking BIG!
At last, she felt his belly rub against her sore asscheeks. Then, when she thought he couldn't possibly stuff any more of his cock into her, there was a powerful little surge of his hips. The very last fraction of an inch slid past her clutching asshole.
He groaned at the goodness of it, resting on the cushiony globes of her butt. His cock jumped and pulsed in her ass.
"Ahhhhh," he moaned. "That's nice, that's so fucking good! Move your ass, baby, move it for me!" He eased up, and then he was almost sorry. The little circular motions he urged out of her were bringing him close to fir-ing off, much too close. He wanted to enjoy this for a little while longer, and so he sank back against her and stopped her from mov-ing.
"Now. Oh, shit that's good! I'm going to take this gag off. Any screams or anything like that and you know what'll happen. All right?"
She didn't need to respond. While he unknotted the gag, his cock slithered in and out of her asshole. The pain was gone, but it still felt like he was splitting her apart, ripping her in two.
She was humiliated, ruined, raped and abused. In her crazed mind she planned what she would say to him. After what he'd done, there was nothing else he could do that could hurt her more or make her more ashamed. She had nothing to lose. She would scream for help and cuss him and spit at him. Fucker!
But when she was able to talk it was dif-ferent. She felt the overpowering sick need of her hungry cunt. She closed her eyes and all she could see was his big, beautiful cock!
"Please . . . " she managed. The way he thrust his prick in her ass drove her wild. "Please what? Let's hear it," he sneered. "Please fuck me! Fuck my ass! Hurt me, I need it so bad! My pussy needs your cock! Oh, Jesus . . . yes . . . oh, shit! Make me come-MAKE ME FUCK YOU!"
It made him hotter and hotter. He plugged her asshole good, quickening his strokes. As he did, he reached down under her and levered her cunt up with his hand.
She was yelling again. But this time he didn't care, and he didn't intend to punish her. It was strictly a turn on.
"FUCK ME, FUCK ME, HARDER, HARDER, HARDER!" she chanted.
She shook with each powerful slam of his cock in her asshole. She wanted it as hard as he could give it to her, she wanted him to ream her insides and keep up the fantastic friction of his prick against her ass walls. She felt like she was going to pass out.
She came. Her orgasm washed over her at last with the strength of a tidal wave.
The repeated clutchings of her anal sphinc-ter around his prick were bringing him close to climax. He sank his middle finger into her pussy and felt the muscular contractions there, too. He used his thumb on her clit to bring her off even better. Not that he cared about that, but with each twin contraction, his prick was squeezed like it was in a vise.
His cock exploded, hosing her bowels with spurt after spurt of boiling cream.
She felt the force of it. His thumb whipped her clit, just as his belt had whipped her before. It was too much to bear.
Her ass filled with his come, her body was covered with the sweet sweat of lust. His prick was still in her butt, even as he untied the tat-tered strip of cloth that bound her hands. All she could do for a couple of minutes was lie on the floor, savoring the last tingling shadows of pleasure in her pussy.
Slowly, she turned over and looked at him. . His face was still hard as he stared at her, even if his prick wasn't. He was breathing raggedly, hands on his hips contemptuously.
She winced at the sore places on her ass cheeks as she sat up, taking his limp cock. in her hand. Welling up in her was a terrifying feeling of gratitude to this man who did such terrible things to her.
She sucked each of his nipples in turn. And then, still holding his cock, she kissed him, long and deep and hard.
Chapter Two
He didn't have the patience for that kind of shit. He was getting another idea, and he pushed her back.
"When did you say your old man is due home?" Jill was afraid again. She could he and get out of this thing, but she didn't.
"I don't know." The sight of his prick hypno-tized her. Slavishly, she took it in her hands. "Please ... I want you to fuck me. I'll make you hard again and then I want you to fuck me!" His cheek hurt where she had scratched him. Good thing she hadn't hurt him when she kneed him. No, he wasn't through with her yet, not by a long shot. He still had a score to settle.
"I don't know isn't good enough, slut. When, exactly? And you'd better not be lying to me." Much as he wanted to fuck her, he knew better than to get caught. No matter how much of a whore a man's wife might be, they never believed it when it happened. He probably wasn't fucking her enough, but he'd come across upset and murderous when he found out she was getting a lit-tle fucking on the side. No, he didn't need that kind of trouble.
She wiped at her pussy protectively. "It's the truth! I don't know! He just said he had to work late. It'll be a couple hours, at least."
There was time, then. Time for him to really break her in, break her in so that she'd never tell anyone. Truth was, he hadn't had such a lively cunt in a long time. She was gorgeous, even someone he might want to keep fucking. Young, too, she couldn't be past twenty-five. And hotter than shit.
"So you want me to fuck you, huh?" he grinned.
"Oh, yes!"
He grinned wider at the naked lust that broke out of her face. She was really cock-hungry, all right. Probably needed it all the time and didn't get it nearly enough.
"Yeah. But first you have to make me hard again, right?"
"Oh, yes, I'll make you so hard-" Her eager hands were already back on his prick, which was
showing signs of life again. She wanted his prick in her cunt, she wanted to feel the thick, hard shaft fuck her to the core!
"Not like that," he said. "What do you mean?" "In your mouth. Go on. Do it!" "My mouth?"
He chuckled evilly. "That's right. In your mouth. You do know how to give a decent blow job, don't you? Sure you do."
"But-but it's all-all dirty." She eyed his cock, thinking with distaste about where it had just been. The horny ache was in her cunt, and it made it hard for her to think or care. She wanted him!
"That's just the point," Ben said. "Now lick it. Clean it up. Then-maybe-I'll fuck you." Ben stood now in front of her where she knelt, his prick not far from her face. An obscene thrill shot through her.
"Suck it, baby. I won't ask you again." Hesitantly, she moved. His prick flopped in her face as he thrust his hips forward. Again he was forcing her, and again she had no choice. And again, she loved it.
She closed her eyes and sucked his prick into her mouth as fast as she could. Her mouth was dry with excitement, but she worked up some spit and licked furiously, wanting to get this awful task over with as soon as possible. Or so she thought. Soon the bulbous end of his prick grew and slid against the insides of her cheeks. She swallowed and swallowed and it wasn't bad at all. Then his shaft hit the roof of her mouth.
The idea of sucking his cock and making it get bigger got her all steamed up. She walked forward on her knees until she was right in front of him, burying her nose in his pubic hair and moaning softly.
No man had ever turned her on so much as he did. Her pussy was twisting again with hot new need, and cunt juice seeped out to meet the rapidly drying stuff between her legs. She let the top of his cock head slide smoothly against her throat and clamped her lips tight around the base.
She moaned softly again. As she nibbled his prick devotedly, she was fulfilling a deep hunger within herself. It was a hunger she had only vague-ly been aware of before. Now she sucked harder and licked to satisfy the need that controlled her.
His cock filled her mouth now, and it was im-possible for her to take his entire prick inside her lips the way she'd done before. She brushed some of her golden hair back out of her eyes impatiently, bobbing her head eagerly and wanting to watch the rock-hard prick slide back and forth in front of her nose.
"That's real good, baby. Jesus, you're a real cocksucker, that's what you are. Shit!" Gross lust flared on her face. She dosed her eyes and wriggled her body, pressing her thighs together and feeling the tantalizing pressure on her cuntlips and clit.
She loved the feel of his prick in her mouth, and she caressed it obscenely with her tongue and lips. But she thought of the huge cock splitting her cunt apart and fucking her, and the thought excited her so much she let his prick slip from her lips.
"I made you hard. Now fuck me!"
The pleading need gave her words a demanding tone that he didn't like. He was going to be the one to call the shots.
A fresh seeping of pre-come came from his prick. He touched it to her lips again.
"Not yet. You're doing such a good job I want you to keep on licking my prick." She grunted in frustration, but in a moment she was sucking him again.
Until now he hadn't moved, content just to watch her. Now a savage lust made him fuck her face. She embraced his meat with her hot mouth. She would do anything for him, anything, if he'd only put out the fire that burned in her cunt.
She suckled his slowly-pistoning cock. She savored the leakings of it and stroked his knob with her tongue, trying to bring more of the salty liquid onto her tongue.
"Ahhhh, shit," he growled. Her delicious mouth made his balls feel as swollen as his dick was. Slowly he began to fuck her mouth, letting her swirl her tongue around the prodding head and underside.
"Cocksucker, cocksucker, you're a dirty little slut of a cocksucker!" He spat the words out as he raped her face.
His words made her groan with pleasure, and she sucked his prick with new energy. She felt so ruined, so dirty for sucking him and loving every se-cond of it.
She'd been raped, and she enjoyed it. She'd been abused, and it only made her pleasure more in-tense. Now she was forced to suck him, and she couldn't seem to get enough. Her cunt cried out for attention, but she knew it would only be when he decided it was time. His prick bruised her throat as she moved in counterpoint to his strokes, embed-ding himself deeper in her warm, wet mouth. She slurped harder and welcomed all his meaty rod. Spit drooled out of her mouth and down her chin.
He put his hands on the back of her head and rammed at her harder. She relaxed her throat more and more, and felt incredible excitement as she managed to take progressively larger lengths of his dick that way. She'd never been able to do that before!
She felt his come-laden balls smash against her chin with every stroke. She sucked in air through her nose whenever she could, and her strong jerk-ing made her asshole clench. His jism dripped slowly out of her butt, joining the trails of her own pussy juice on her thighs.
But the driving need of her cunt was forgiven for the moment under the assault of his cock. She wanted to engulf the entire stalk of his meat. But no matter how she tried she couldn't swallow the whole thing. It was just too big.
Her guttural moans vibrated along his dick, almost bringing him off. She sensed the tightness in him and cradled his nuts, bracing himself for the coming flood of jism.
He couldn't withstand the look of pure lust on her face, or the gut-wringing feeling of her lips and tongue and throat on his dick. In spite of that, he was still capable of a cruel self-control. He held her head steady as he jerked his hips backward. He rip-ped his prick from her mouth with a suddenness that left them both gasping.
The final slide of his cock over her lips did it. He held his throbbing cock in his fist and aimed it vengefully. The first searing gob of his come stuck in her hair. The next smeared into her eyes. He wanted to drench her in come.
She opened her mouth wide, trying to catch his creamy spoutings on her tongue. The smell of his come on her face drove her wild. She covered his closed fist with her hand, falling forward and engulfing his prick.
The sight wrung incredible pleasure from his jerking balls. He rammed his still-shooting dick in-to her mouth and down her throat, feeling the tight constriction on the head of his cock. Brutally, he buried it as deep as he could, pulsing out the final jets of his orgasm against her windpipe. Finally she drew the last drop of come from him. His pecker shriveled and withered in her mouth. She sucked harder, but it was no good. He was dry. She was still horny, so horny it was torture. And it looked like he intended to keep her that way. All wasn't sure how much longer she could stand it. He pulled out, feeling like his legs would hardly hold him up. It was as if she had sucked out all his strength.
But Jesus, what a fantastic mouth!
He found his pants and shirt, got matches and a cigarette. After lighting up, he sat down on the bed, studying her. She hung her head, openly play-ing with her pussy.
"Slut," he said derisively.
"Yesss," she whispered. When she looked at him he saw the tears streaming down her cheeks in twin trails, mixing with the traces of his come. "I bet you do this a lot."
"No. No. Noooo!" Her fingers did not stop moving.
"Bullshit. How many men do you fuck?" "Nobody. I mean-just my husband. Sometimes. He's the only one who ever ... oh God." The thought of how she had been un-faithful to him made her start to sob, even as she slipped her finger inside herself and looked at him longingly.
It wasn't an act, he could see that. Still, it was hard for him to believe that a woman this sexy had only fucked her husband.
"You enjoyed it though, didn't you? You liked it," he hissed. To Jill's ears it sounded like an accusation, and she hated him for seeing through her.
But she nodded her head. Yes. Yes. Yes. It was the terrible truth, and she couldn't deny it. She wanted his huge cock in her pussy.
"God damn you! Paul would kill you if he was here. Kill you!" she screamed. The anger at Paul welled up again. She hated him for not being at home, hated him for not fucking her, hated him for leaving her alone all the time.
"And for the fucking money! All because of the fucking money!" She jabbed her pussy miserably with each word.
He stubbed his cigarette out in an ashtray, then walked over to where she sat on the floor. She shut up as he got near, afraid again. He took her chin in his hand and tilted her head up so that she had to look straight at him.
"Don't get any more dumb ideas. Like tell-ing your husband about this. You remember what happened the last time you got a stupid idea, don't you? And what would he think about you then, when I tell him how you begged me for it?"
She tried to look away, but he wouldn't let her turn her head. His cock was getting hard again.
Slut. The word echoed inside her head, tormenting her as much as her horniness. She crumbled inside under the hypnotic force of his waving cock.
She had to have it. So she was a whore, she just had to have it!
She was a slave to her own desires, and to him. She bowed her head, taking his prick into his mouth again. Gently this time, she put new life into his cock.
"Jesus," he hissed. What were her limits? Did she have any? Or was she just this way because she wasn't getting properly laid?
Sometime, he decided, he was going to give her the full treatment. She'd look good with ropes around those exquisite ankles, tied up and ready to be fucked and treated the way she ought to be.
The thought fired his balls as much as her mouth did. His stomach muscles rippled as he hunched his hips, trying to drive his erect prick deeper into her mouth.
But she moved, and his cock slipped down over her chin. He looked down, and she was standing up. His cock slithered between her boobs, leaving a glistening trail down the center of her body.
Now she stood, panting and moaning. His cock was crushed between them. "Jesus! I need you to fuck me so bad!" she cried. She stood on her tiptoes, trying to capture his prick with her cuntlips. She was close, so close, but he was just too tall.
She clambered over his strong body like it was a tree trunk, throwing her legs around his and her arms around his neck. She heard him grunt as she threw her whole weight on him, and then his hands were on her ass to support her as she hung on him.
"Put it in me! Oh, God, PUT IT IN ME!" she screamed. He had lifted her clear of himself with one hand while he positioned his cock to point at her cunt with the other. Now he released her butt and let her swing back into him.
She cried out again as she fell onto his ready cock. The tip of it parted her slick cuntlips easily, and the force of her swing impaled her completely.
"OOOOOOHHHH, GOD!" She shivered in a paroxysm of pleasure, digging her heels in-to his butt. Everything went crazy all at once. She clapped her juicy pussy down on his cock.
She was blinded by pleasure, which bit through her vitals with the intensity of pain. She rocked on his cock insanely, stabbing her cunt with his meaty spike, digging her nails in-to his back.
He felt like he was being attacked by a tiger.
He stumbled back, nearly losing his balance for a moment, then too far forward as she fucked herself on his prick. He half-walked, half-stumbled to the wall, pushing her back against it to help support her.
His prick was so big that it bumped against her womb when she fucked herself full on it. Her body shook with belated joy and mind-shattering excitement.
Her punished nipple hurt, the one that he had flicked with his belt. But the pain added spice to the fuck, and she continued to let both her tits graze against his hairy chest.
"Ummmmmmm, mmmm, UH!" she grunted.
Her cunt was like a silken tourniquet all along his prick. Now he slammed her into him, wanting to burst her apart. He alternated his cunt pulls with some hard, long strokes of his hips. His prick shot up and down her pussy like a piston.
She took it, gladly. She moaned with agony and pleasure as his hard cock throbbed inside her tunnel.
"Rape my pussy ... fuck me, do it, fuck meeeeee!" she howled. The churning excite-ment in her cunt coiled her up tighter and tighter. But she could hardly move. She was almost exhausted. She put all her remaining energy into the effort of getting herself off, hanging onto him for her life.
His nuts slapped noisily against her ass as he hitched his arms up and lifted her a few inches. He pushed her back against the wall, holding her with his hands and pinning her with his cock. He rammed her cunt again and again, feeling it grow tighter as she got close to her come.
"Here it is, -baby, here it is!" There was a tiny burst of pain inside her as he skewered her good and hard. His thick cockhead quivered at the end of her pussy channel, throbbing, ready to spit in her cunt. She felt him draw back again, and then he gave her another dose of the same fuckstroke.
It poured out of her, a hot wet gush of her cunt juice. She wiggled all over, coming and coming and coming, jamming on his prick as hard as she could.
"Take it, you bitch, take it all in your fuck-ing hole!" She felt him crush her against the wall and start to empty his come into her pussy.
"Mmmmmm, mmmmm, OH!" His cock jerked and throbbed as it spit hot, gooey jism into her womb.
She kept coming-she didn't know how long it lasted. But finally he started to let her slide down the wall.
Jill couldn't rely on her legs. They buckled and she dropped to her knees. Aftershocks wracked her and shook her.
Ben supported himself against the wall, get-ting his wind back. He pushed away, but before he would take a step, she wrapped her arms around his powerful legs. Lovingly, gratefully, she took his prick into her mouth and sucked it clean.
Jill was a slave to his prick, completely sub-missive to his cruel, demanding fucking. The only thing she thought about at the moment was getting him hard again and stuffing her pussy with his cock as soon as she possibly could.
Ben watched as the submissive woman sucked his cock. He was going to have her again, and often. And an idea of just how was beginning to occur to him.
Didn't she say something about needing money? He didn't know if she could sell door--to-door, but with the way she looked it wouldn't take much ability. Tits like hers could sell ice to Eskimos.
He had a hunch that he had just scratched the surface with this woman this afternoon.
Chapter Three
Lust knotted in Jill's loins as she sat at Fran-cine's kitchen table and told her friend about her new job. For the last week Ben Spears had given her "training sessions" to break her in as a saleswoman. The bad thing about it was that she didn't think she knew any more about sell-ing than she did when she started. They'd spent too much time fucking.
One thing was for sure. She wasn't nearly as frustrated and homy as she had been. Ben took care of that. And naturally enough, her husband hadn't even noticed.
"Oh, Jill! It sounds like such an exciting job! When do you start?" Francine bubbled. Francine was her best friend, and the only per-son Jill really knew in the apartment building that they both lived in.
"Supposed to be tomorrow. I have everything. Only-oh., Francine, I don't know if I'm ready to do this. What if I can't sell anything?
"Don't worry, Jill, you'll do just fine. It just takes a little practice." Francine studied her friend while she took a sip of coffee. All Jill would have to do was wave those big boobs of hers in front of a guy and they'd buy anything. That made Francine a little jealous.
"How's the money situation coming along?" Francine asked.
"Terrible. Our rent's three days late already. Mr. Hubbard says he has to charge us a late fee. But we don't have the money, and Paul's next paycheck is already spent. That's why I decided to take this job in the first place," she lied casually.
Jill's twat burned as she crossed her legs ner-vously under the table. She wished she could fuck Ben tonight and get rid of her horniness.
"Oh, Mr. Hubbard," Francine laughed. "He's such an old maid. That's what happens to you when you live alone too long, I guess." She felt sorry for Jill, wished there was something she could do.
Francine glanced at the clock. Almost six. Her husband John would be home soon. She hoped he would hurry, because she was hot to give him a very special fucking tonight. Which reminded her of Francine's other problem.
"How about things on the home front? Things going any better with Paul?"
Jill started guiltily. Francine had caught her thinking about Ben, thinking about the deliciously nasty things he did to her when they were together. Her titties ached just to think of it, and she felt the warmth spreading outward from her moist cunt.
"Bad as ever," she sighed. "Half the time I'm already asleep by the time he gets home. The rest of the time he's too tired. I don't know what I'm going to do."
Francine laughed. "You ought to try John. He's never too tired. And he's crazy about you," she giggled.
"Come on, quit teasing. It's bad enough," Jill said.
"Well then, what you ought to do is get a man to keep on the side, somebody to fuck you when Paul won't."
Jill looked away, not wanting Francine to see the guilty look on her face. Her cunt was getting wetter and wetter the more she remembered how Ben screwed her. The rough way he did it. She squirmed again.
"If Paul found out he'd kill me," Jill said. "He'd never forgive me. You know how he"
"Who says he has to know?"
The front door slammed. In a few seconds John came into the kitchen and set down a couple grocery bags on the counter. Jill pretended not to notice the way he grabbed Francine's ass when they kissed. Or the way she rubbed her titties up against him.
Francine pressed her crotch tighter against John's, hoping at first that Jill wouldn't notice. And then she got a very sexy idea. They had always wanted to do a three-way, so why not tonight with Jill?
It would be even more exciting than Fran-cine's original plans. She'd bet her friend only needed a little convincing. She probably hadn't had a good fuck in a long time.
"Well," Jill said, inwardly cursing because Ben wasn't available tonight, "I guess I'd bet-ter be going." Maybe she would masturbate when she got back to the apartment.
"No, wait a minute, why don't you stay for supper?" Francine said. She broke away from John and hurried over to the grocery bags. As usual, John had brought enough steak for five people.
"We have plenty, see?"
John eyed his pretty neighbor. He wouldn't mind getting to know her better. "Yeah, Jill, why don't you stay?"
Jill thought, but only for a moment, then she agreed. Paul was working late as usual, and maybe the conversation would get her mind off Ben Spears.
But the fact was that the table talk only made it worse. Francine kept saying really sexy things, and John was getting off on it. Jill kept trying to change the subject, but they always seemed to get back to the same thing-sex.
Francine took the opportunity to clue John in when they were in the front room for a minute. Just the thought of fucking Jill and his wife at the same time kept his cock at attention through the whole meal.
The table was cleared, the dishes put away. "And another thing, Jill," he advised her. "When you knock on a door, make sure your blouse is open as far as you can. That'll sell some merchandise," he laughed.
"Like this?" Jill pulled aside the lapels of the modest blouse she'd thrown on before she came over.
His prick strained against the confinement of his shorts and pants as he thought of Jill's huge tits. He loved his wife's body, but she didn't have much in the tit department.
He leaned closer, licking his lips.
"No ... I was thinking more like this." He heard her suck in her breath sharply as he undid one button and then another.
He leaned back in his chair, surveying her coolly, resisting the temptation to keep unbut-toning her blouse. He couldn't help staring, although he smiled to make it a bit less ob-vious. There was a sudden flicker of interest in her eyes.
From where Francine was she could see how turned on her husband was. She knew they ought to go slow, but ...
Francine's cunt was steaming already. She was horny as shit even though John's attention wasn't on her at the moment.
"John's right," she said coyly, walking around the table to sit on his lap. Jill's skin looked incredibly white, but then blonds were always so fair. Maybe it was just that she was comparing her olive skin to Jill's, Francine thought.
"I think what he meant is something more like this." Slowly, Francine undid her blouse, enjoying the disbelieving look on her friend's face when she pulled the two halves of it apart. She squirmed on John's lap. She felt his hard prick under her butt.
"Jesus," she heard him breathe. Now only Francine's frilly, low-cut bra was over her tits. In a second that was off, too. She turned and got John's hands, and he automatically started to play with her titties the moment he felt the soft skin.
"Ooooooh, yes, honey. That feels so good. Now suck me for a little while."
Desire flamed through Jill as she watched. She felt embarrassed, but the feeling didn't make her look away. Her eyes stayed riveted to John's lips as she sucked Francine's nipple. The taut nub was hard and dark now, and Jill felt her own nipples hardening. When she took a deep breath they grated against the inside of her partially opened blouse.
Francine's satisfied, questioning smile was wiped off her face as he bit down on her nip-ple. She moaned softly and arched her back, scrunching down harder on his prick and turn-ing to push her tit harder into John's mouth. She cradled his head with her hands and quivered as she pushed more and more of her tit past his lips.
"Ooooooh!" she squealed. She wrapped his hair around her fingers and felt him bite down again. She spread her legs a bit, inviting his hand, but he was too occupied with her tit to notice.
Jill did, though.
She squeezed her thighs together in an em-barrassing reflex of horniness. She had to go, she had to leave! But she couldn't tear her eyes away. Now John released the boob he was sucking on and started working on the other one. He squeezed it, searching blindly for her other nipple with his fingers. Jill's breathing picked up.
When he pinched the hard brown nub it was like he was pinching Jill's own. A tantalizing shiver went down her spine and she felt her pussy juice gush. Her lips were parted and dry as she stared.
Francine turned to look at her, and John gave up his titty-hold. There was frank, naked lust on their faces. Jill felt the blood rushing to her face as she turned redder and redder. There was a lump in her throat that wouldn't go away.
"I guess-I guess I'd better be going, and, uh, leave you two alone," she stammered. "You like watching us, don't you? Why don't you stay? After John's done with me he'll do you." Francine longed to see his cock fucking another woman's pussy.
"Shit, yes," he said.
"No, really, I should be getting along-" But the lie died on her lips.
But my God, she thought, it was too incred-ible! After what happened with Ben, and now this, with her own neighbors!
She really did want to get fucked tonight. And if Francine didn't mind, then ... Francine was frantic. "Look, look!" She slid off John's lap and kneeled in front of him, working his zipper down. She struggled with the elastic band of his underwear, and he sat up straight when he felt her fingers close around his cock and jerk it out of his pants. A pearly drop of wetness gleamed on the tip.
"He's so hard! His cock is so big and hard and good! For you, Jill! For us!"
That decided her. She angrily pushed the thought of her husband out of her mind, unable to resist the tantalizing appeal of his upright prick. She watched vulture-like as Francine spread the oozing wetness all around the head of his meat.
"Yes," she panted, "yes!" This new situa-tion was so exciting that she wanted to strip her clothes off right then and there.
Somehow, having Jill watch made Francine's inhibitions just slip away. She released John's cock and hopped up on the table, butt first. She leaned back, letting her legs dangle over the edge, pulling her skirt up quickly when she couldn't manage the catches on the side with her shaking hands.
"Oh, do me, oh do me!" she pleaded, spreading her legs, wanting to feel him rip her panties off.
His eyes darted from her exposed charms to Jill's hidden ones, torn between which woman to start on. He noticed how Jill kept staring at his prick. Since this great idea was Francine's in the first place, he would start with her. "Not so fast, sugar. I'm not done with your tits yet." He stood up and leaned over her, bracing himself with his hands on the table. She groaned and put her hands on his head as he lowered himself on her. The wetness of her pussy came through her panties as he pressed his cock against her cuntlips. She hoped Jill could see how turned on she was. He grunted and ran his prick over her clit a few times, making her moan with .longing. Then he backed up and sucked a sugary brown nipple into his mouth.
"Harder, harder, suck me harder!" she beg-ged. "Suck my titty harder, oh, oh! OH! OH! Yes, owwwww!"
The sound of her pleasure made Jill's toes curl with lust. She kicked off her sandals and sat on the edge of her chair, scooting closer. A few dark wiry hairs of Francine's muff stuck out from her panties as she humped her hips in the air.
He shifted, and Jill was able to see his proud upright cock bumping against his pants. Fran-cine groaned, and Jill saw with an exciting gut-twist how hard he was tormenting her nipples. Again Jill felt a sympathetic twinge of pain and desire, and she wished he was doing it to her. She was getting so hot!
She tossed her blouse aside, letting her fingers stray over her titty flesh. She knew it would happen soon enough, so she wiggled out of her skirt and panties as well, feeling the chair vinyl cold against her ass.
"Oh, now, oh now, John!" Francine beg-ged. He moved his lips slowly down her belly, kissing her and licking there, never letting up. Jill saw Francine scrunch backwards crazily, making the table wiggle. She put her feet against her butt and rested them on the table, opening her crotch wide up.
He nuzzled his chin teasingly against her cunt hair. She stiffened, pulling her knees fur-ther back and tilting her pussy up to accept the touch of his lips and tongue. Lost in expecta-tion of the ecstasy she wanted, she squealed when he kissed his way quickly back up towards her shaking titties.
His body covered the obscenely twitching gash of her cunt, and Jill couldn't see it from where she was behind him. All she knew was that she wanted in on this, wanted to see and touch.
"Ah, shit!" he groaned. He felt Jill pull him back; his ass bumping against her belly. Then one of her hands clamped around his prick, the other fumbling at his pants.
"God, that's nice," he said, straightening up and forgetting about, Francine for the mo-ment.
"John, suck my pussy so she can see," Francine moaned.
The two horny women fired his balls, and he decided to hell with it, ripping Francine's pan-ties and throwing the pieces aside. Jill was the only one who'd had sense enough to get rid of her clothes.
He loved to eat pussy, especially his wife's. Now he bent over, moving back a step and feeling Jill's cunt tight against his ass. Her wetness cooled his skin, and he dipped his tongue into Francine's seething pussy, gather-ing cuntjuice and parting her steamy folds.
The feel of his tongue in her hot hairy cunt made her writhe on the table. His molten tongue slipped into her cunt hole and a wave of lust rushed through her.
"Deeper! Show her how you can suck my pussy!" She added force to her words by twisting her fingers in his hair, forcing his head into the softness of her cunt. But it really wasn't necessary. He tongue-fucked her like a madman.
He licked her clit for a moment, pushing and teasing the hard little button with his tonguetip. He probed deep into the convulsing hole. He loved the slick wet feel of the smooth walls, loved the way she jumped and jerked and cried.
She gave a hot moan and there was a thick gush of juices. He savored the flavor, rolling his tongue and drilling relentlessly into her pussy.
All the while there was a turgid knot of desire in Jill's belly. She was beginning to see what was wrong with a threesome, and that was that there wasn't enough cock to go around!
She nearly had all his clothes off now, ex-cept for his shirt. One hand never left his prick.
"You like this?" Francine panted.
"God, I love it!" Jill answered, squeezing his prick.
Francine was determined to make this good for her poor friend. Yes, poor Jill. To hear her talk, she hadn't gotten fucked for weeks. Francine was going to make sure John gave her a good time, and fucked the hell out of them both.
Of course, it wasn't all charity. Having an audience made Francine's pussy steam like never before.
"Now . . . oh, shit," she purred. "Now he'd got my clit. He's got it between his lips and ... and ... my pussy juice is all over his mouth . . . " She had to stop talking. Her strength was disappearing as he lapped and drained her cunt.
The jism built up in his nuts and threatened to reach the boiling point. He wondered idly where Jill had learned to skin cock like that. Then he stopped licking his wife's cunt.
Jill's lithe body was light in his arms as he jerked his prick from her grasp and took hold of her. He pulled her over and backed her up to the edge of the table, which squeaked ominously as he forced her to sit down.
Jill trembled, lying back obediently beside Francine, loving his momentary show of force, loving the way he looked at her like she belonged to him. She missed being tied up. She missed feeling like a man's slave.
"Do anything you want to me," she said weakly.
"Anything, huh?" he laughed. He didn't know just how serious she was. "Let's see that cunt of yours. Pull your legs up like hers. That's it! God, what a beautiful sight." His prick jumped in the air. Pussy juice dried fragrantly on his upper lip, and he decided to sample Jill.
He knelt in front of her, inhaling the heavy musk of her pussy, watching her clit. Francine watched him with wide-eyed interest, moaning and moving her cunt in protest at being left out, so he satisfied her by sticking two fingers into her tight hole and rubbing her clit lazily with his thumb. She groaned and sat up on her elbows to watch him, virtually trapping his fingers in her slick pussy hole.
But his wife's familiar cunt wasn't what in-terested him now. He fingered Jill's thick cuntlips, peeling back first one and then the other to expose her glistening inner flesh.
He dipped his head. He sucked noisily at her hole, giving the lower part of her slit the full treatment.
"That's it!" Francine urged gleefully. "Lick her cunt all over, the way you lick mine!" She looked over at her friend, getting off on the combination of John's fingers on her pussy and Jill's savage writhing.
She was right! God, did Jill ever need it! Jill was lost in a hurricane of fiery sensa-tions. Now he licked up over her pisser and paused just before he got to her clit, making sure she was moaning with need. Then he bore down with his tongue, flicking the nubbin. It electrified Jill. She, loved it, she wanted more! Again and again he lashed at her sen-sitive clit, and Jill was vaguely aware of Fran-cine talking. Jill strained and groaned and twisted, and he didn't give her clit any rest. But she just couldn't make it over the top. "Hurt me, bite me, hurt me!" she cried. Desire wrenched the horrible, naked confes-sion out of her again, brought tears to her eyes. She was sure they would think she was perverted, but she had to have it! It was all confused in her lust-torn mind. "Make me-oh-hurt me, please!"
"Do what she says!" Francine chimed in, rocking her cunt back and forth and driving his fingers in and out of her pussy.
He bent down again and sucked her clit into his mouth, hard. "Yes, harder!" he heard her sob. He sucked harder yet.
"Yes, more!" she cried out. Pain pulsed with every wave of pleasure, complementing it and making it stronger. It was what she needed, and it made her cunt sizzle to realize how much.
John felt her strain, and he knew he was on the right track. Gingerly, he nibbled around the base of her little clit bud, heard her scream out her appreciation. Each cry excited him more, and he wiggled his fingers in Francine's cunt.
She threw her arms back, pretending her wrists were tied together. The ghost of Ben's humiliating orders echoed in her head, and she felt her come-flood bursting through her pussy. Her clit felt like he was working it over with a pair of pliers, and she loved it.
She dragged her shoulders at last over the formica top of the table, snapping her back in-to an arch so quickly it hurt. Her come ex-ploded inside her, leaving her a burned-out shell spasming around the throbbing jut of her clit.
Jill came like that for a long time. When he felt her come-shudders subside, he stopped nibbling her with his teeth and started licking her clit. His tongue was downright numb by the time he finished.
Automatically he was up, jerking his fingers out of Francine's cunt. She lay back, lifting her pussy to him, knowing what was coming, unable to get Jill's animal lust out of her mind.
"Now it's your turn!" he yelled triumphant-ly. He forced his prick down and drove it home in one smooth motion.
"Ahhhhhh!" she cried when he penetrated her yearning pussy. She contorted her fuck-ravaged body and the table squeaked and rocked again, threatening to spill both women onto the floor as her cunt was rammed by his prick. But she matched him stroke for stroke, not caring.
For no reason, he stopped. She pressed her lips together and hunched harder into his prick. But the feeling was ebbing away, and she opened her eyes to look at him.
"John, please! Fuck me!"
"Wait a minute," he said excitedly. "There's something I wouldn't mind making her do. Isn't that what she said? Right?" There was an evil gleam in his eye that Francine had never seen before.
"Forget about her. Just fuck me!" But before she could even move, he pulled his cock out of her, making her want to scream at him.
"Get out in the living room. On the carpet. On your back." His eyes looked glazed. "Goddammit, get up!"
Francine knew better than to argue with him when he was this way. She hustled obediently out of the kitchen and lay down. Jill was mak-ing her jealous, and Francine was pissed at her husband for making her wait. Dammit, he owed her a good fuck!
There was a strange look of longing and shame on Jill's face that Francine didn't understand. The grimace got clearer as she saw how tightly John was holding her hands when he forced her down to her knees between Fran-cine's legs.
"John? What-"
"I'm giving her what she wants!" He knew how to play this game, but he was going to play it his way. He gave Jill a shove that sent her sprawling on top of his wife.
Francine realized what he was up to, and a sick thrill of anticipation coursed through her guts. She couldn't move. Jill was on top of her. Then the idea caught fire in her as she thought how happy it would make him if she let Jill suck her cunt. He'd talked about this before, and he'd be so damn hot by the time it was over the fuck he'd give her would be worth -it.
Better than that, if would feel fantastic! "Go ahead, lick it," she urged. Jill's heavy tits hung down, pointing at the floor like bombs to a target.
"Yeah," John added. "Suck that pretty cunt. Go on!"
"Make me," Jill rasped, her voice trembling. Pangs of horror and fear cut through her. For Francine and John this was just a game for turning on, but for her it filled a deep inner need.
John pushed her head, but she held out, storms of wet lust sluicing through her pussy. He was really losing patience now. He shoved her face down in Francine's pussy, holding her like he was trying to drown her in it. He didn't let up until he saw her jaw start to work as she darted her tongue in Francine's pussy.
"That's right," John said, leaning over to get a good look at Jill's pink tongue delving into his wife's split. He straightened up, positioning himself. He had some unfinished business to attend to.
Eating out another woman's pussy wasn't something that Jill would do by choice. But she did it now because John made her do it, and because she wanted him to make her. The thought of where her tongue and lips were drove hei mad with disgust and desire, and her aching clit twitched for more attention.
Unexpectedly, she felt him fuck his cock in-to her cunt from behind. Her ass was high in the air, her knees apart, her face buried in Francine's muff. Her lewly stuffed twat burned and stretched to take his cock, Francine couldn't believe how good it felt. She wasn't sure about it at first, but now the woman's wet tongue was sending ripples of fiery ecstasy through her body. Jill didn't have any stubbly beard to scratch her pussy and thighs like John did, and her tongue was somehow softer and more knowing.
"Is that ok, is she sucking you good?" he asked. It wasn't really necessary to ask.
"It's like heaven! Only ... shit, God! My clit, do my clit!"
"You heard the lady. Lick her clit," he ordered, urging her with a couple hard socks of his cock. But the meaty wrapping of her cunt around his rod made his balls coil tighter with each thrust. He couldn't stay in character any more, couldn't play along any longer. All he could do was fuck the hell out of her beautiful cunt.
He slammed into her time and again.
Jill felt the fury of his cunt-pounding as she licked harder in her debased position. The harder he fucked her, the more she liked it. A part of her mind screamed that this was wrong, but she didn't want to think that. She kept on sucking, picking up the pace even as he did.
Her energized tongue fired Francine's over-strained nerves. She was ready to come when John fucked her on the table, and now the pent-up flood gushed out of her cunt and in-undated Jill's darting tongue and sucking lips.
Jill felt the new liquid and raised up onto her arms, knowing that the woman was finally get-ting off. But she wasn't. She rammed back at her friend's husband, welcoming his cunt-splitting cock.
A gusher spewed in her cunt, filled every nook and cranny of her pussy with jism. And then her own come obliterated everything else.
Francine was actually in awe. Every muscle of Jill's face was tightly clenched. The smell of jism and cunt juice was everywhere.
"Jeesus! That was one hell of a fuck session!" Francine panted.
"I guess," John answered. "All I can say is your friend here plays some pretty sexy games. God, the things you were saying, Jill! You really had me going there for a while. I was really getting into it."
John and Francine laughed, and for a second Jill thought they were laughing at her.
She realized again that it was just a game with them. But not for her. She knew she would want it again all too soon.
Jill wanted to turn and beg John to do much worse things to her. She groaned as a thin new sliver of desire sliced through her cunt.
It was a torturing reminder of what Ben had shown her about herself. What she really needed and what she really was.
Chapter Four
The next day was supposed to be Jill's first day out. Supposed to be. But she slept late on purpose, telling Paul to fix his own breakfast because she didn't feel good.
That wasn't the real reason. The horniness still burned in her cunt, and she lazily played with herself after she heard the front door slam when Paul went to work. Gradually her toying fingers got her cunt wet, and she slipped a couple inside her pussy.
She was frustrated again. Paul only made things worse by waking her up last night and screwing her dry cunt, mistaking her protests for cries of passion. And just when she was starting to get turned on again, he came and then rolled over and went to sleep.
Jill turned over onto her back, feeling the cool sheets against her knees and thighs. She put her fingers deep inside her pussy, stirring up a pool of cuntjuice.
Once, Paul's kind of fucking would have satisfied her and made her happy. But not now. Now other things got her more excited. Ben's hard, hot loving, the threesome with John and Francine. That's the kind of thing that got her off.
She cupped her tit and trailed her fingers around it until she shivered, then pinched her nipple until she gasped. She pulled her fingers out of her pussy hole and onto her clit.
Jill was filled with worry and nervousness. She wasn't sure she could sell anything door to door. After all, it had been years since she had a job, before she and John got married. She was only a housewife, and the idea of getting out in the world and competing with everyone else after so long filled her with dread.
Savagely Jill punished her nipples and clit. She'd always been able to come by playing with herself before, but now it just wasn't hap-pening. She got closer and closer, but she just couldn't make it over the top.
If she could just come, if she could just come! Then she could face the world-then she would be all right for today.
She tried. For a long time she touched herself, rubbing and pinching and jabbing at her reluctant pussy until she was almost sore. But none of it did it for her. She still couldn't come.
After a while longer she got out of bed, curs-ing her body, irritable as hell. She snorted and fumed. She couldn't get her goddam slutty body to cooperate, she couldn't come! The need was still burning at her even after she took a cold shower.
Jill wasted time, not wanting to go out, read a magazine article while she ate breakfast. She dressed, undressed, redressed, put on more perfume. Then she fiddled with her makeup.
Finally she shoved the brochures and order forms and other stuff in the briefcase Ben gave her. She arranged them endlessly, drinking coffee and getting more nervous all the time.
They needed the money so badly! She had to ignore the need of her pussy and get out there and sell.
Jill decided to try the group of apartment houses they lived in. There were about ten of them scattered over a block area. Maybe some of the people would know her, and they might be more likely to buy from her. She stopped, remembering what John said to her last night, and unbuttoned her blouse to show some cleavage.
The first three apartments she tried were zeros. Nobody home. Well, it was just after lunch, what did she expect? Her heart pounded every time she rang a bell. She felt the slide of her panties over her still-eager clit as she walked, and she wished she could be in bed, getting fucked.
Fucked, she thought breathlessly, by a man like the one who answered when she rang. She read his name on the mailbox, like Ben told her to, but she couldn't even remember it.
He recognized her, though. Barely. The dressed-to-kill, gorgeous woman at his door didn't bear much resemblance to the dowdy housewife he'd seen around the apartments a few times. But he'd been aching to meet her for a long, long time. He knew a good thing when he saw it.
Jill tried to size him up, tried to figure out what he might go for. She had all kinds of things to sell, depending on the customer. She started into her memorized speech, stuttering and forgetting half of it. To top things off, she dropped her papers all over the floor. The horny way he looked at her made her do it.
That was when her skin-tight pants ripped. Jill bent over, and the crotch seam totally gave way. She jerked up in embarrassment, cover-ing her ass with her hands, then sat down on the couch and began to cry.
"Hey, it's all right," he chuckled. He hadn't missed the white flash of her ass when the material gave way, or the furry tuft of her light cunt hair while she was still bent over. It gave him a hard on immediately. She wasn't wearing a thing under those sexy clothes!
"Hey it's all right, I said. Could have hap-pened to anybody." She looked so miserable as she sobbed into her hankie that he moved closer to her and put his arm on her shoulders. His first touch was friendly, almost fatherly, and she leaned closer against him.
"You're new at this, aren't you, honey?" He took the opportunity to take a look down her blouse at her gorgeous knockers. His prick jumped at the sight. He figured she wasn't wearing any bra, either, and he was right.
His hand grew a little less fatherly. He caressed down her petite shoulder and along her ribs, ready to stop at the first sign of reluc-tance.
Somehow, he didn't think there would be any.
Jill was too caught up in feeling sorry for herself to notice where his hand was. She just wanted to die. She'd never be able to do this, never make any money! Worst of all, she wouldn't please Ben.
It came to him all of a sudden. He was being suckered! He stopped the progress of his hand along her waistband for a moment, then kept it up, unable to resist the smooth promise of her hidden pussy. His hand was close, very close to the rip that would give him free access to her ass and later her cunt.
He had to hand it to her, the sly bitch! Here he was, holding this tempting mass of woman-flesh, feeling sorry for her. He bet she pulled this shit on every guy she came across. She must make a lot of money selling stuff that way. It was working with him, too.
Hell, it beat shell games in the park. He'd play along, see what happened next. Her lush body was enough to get anybody going. In fact, he wouldn't mind taking a ride on it himself.
"Now," he said slyly, "let's see how bad the damage is. Can't be as bad as you think it is," Jill heard him say. Distraught, used to obeying her men, she started to stand. Then she remembered she was naked underneath.
"No," she blubbered, "I think it's-it's all right." But he wouldn't let her back down, and kept his hands around her waist. He pulled at the parted seam, like he was ad-justing it.
She wasn't ready for his cold fingertips on the bare skin around the crack of her ass. His masculine touch made her shiver.
"My pants are ... are all right," she repeated. His fingers drove her crazy as they dabbled further down her ass crack. She remembered how she'd tried to get herself off this morning, and she couldn't move.
"Seems to be pretty torn up," he said. She twisted a little, but he pulled on her waist with one hand.
"Please stop that," she said, panic and horniness rising together in her. There was really nothing to stop her, all she had to do was take a couple steps. But his moving fingers kept her there.
"No, it's pretty bad," he teased. "Looks like these pants are going to have to come off for repairs." His mouth was suddenly dry as he felt the ridge under her that divided ass from cunt. It was further than he ever expected to get. He decided to go for broke.
"No, no," Jill moaned, but her voice sounded like somebody else's. She could see outside through the front window. It was still sunny. Someone walking by could look right in and see what was happening. They could see him grabbing her crotch. See her cunt hair and pouting slit. See him parting the cloth away from her pussy.
Oh God!
The thought made her intensely aware of the current that had been flowing in her pussy all morning. It eddied in her body continuously, coming and going but never leaving her alone.
Neither did he. He slipped his middle finger into her slit, waiting for her to start screaming or bolt. Incredibly, she didn't. He rubbed her a few times, locating the heated depression of her pussy hole. She was sweaty but dry, and he wiggled his finger into her inch by inch.
As he pressed further, Jill felt a fever wave of lust spread through her. Her titties jiggled heavily on her chest as she pulled his finger further up her cunt, to the place where she was soft and wet. She couldn't stop herself now.
"Oh, oh, oh!" There was a catch in her throat. She kept looking outside, almost trying to pretend that this wasn't happening to her. But it felt so good! She clenched her pussy around his finger, jerking and sucking with her strong cunt muscles. Jill gasped and moved back closer to him.
"Come on, baby, come on!" he said.
She ignored him, staring out the window as if that would save her from her own evil desires, and she noticed that now she could see their reflection in the window glass.
Light glinted from his ring as he pushed at the walls of her cunt.
She hoped someone would walk by, she hoped someone would see her with him dig-ging at her cunt. She shrugged out of her jacket, heard it hit the papers on the floor.
He undid her pants as she opened her blouse. She lifted her titties, offering them to the invisible audience outside the window.
Her cunt churned as he spread the juice on her tingling clit. She opened her mouth wide to cry out, but only a strangled moan came out. She pulled cruelly at her titties.
"Take me, fuck me, take me!" she whispered at last.
He stopped diddling her, feeling his finger slip on a coating of juice. "What?"
Jill turned on him, still holding out her tits, neatly pulling her pussy off his finger. She looked crazy and wild and horny, like a sex goddess out of one of his dreams.
"Take me!" she said, much louder this time.
He rose, ready to do it. Her pussy was hidden from his view now, and he wanted to finish the job he'd started on her pants. Not to mention on her cunt.
Jill was relieved when he clamped down on her titty and started to suck greedily. They were both shaking with fuck need. His teeth scraped painfully on her tender flesh as he made her weave back and forth by practically tearing her pants off her.
She moved to help him, and then they were down. His breath was hot on her tit. Then his hand was on her cunt again, teasing her and coaxing the warm flow out of her pussy and around her clit.
"The bedroom," he croaked.
"Yes, yes," she moaned. "Lead me in. Pull me in by the cunt!" The old need for degrada-tion broke from her.
He couldn't believe it. This blonde bomb-shell knocking on his door, and the next thing he knows he's got his finger hooked in her pussy, about to get her into bed. She had to be doing it for a reason.
He didn't care. They were wasting time, and all he could think about was fucking her sweet pussy.
He was careful, but her gradually falling pants made her hobble and waddle all the way down the hall. She stopped at funny times, making his finger push against the insides of her cunt.
She slipped down onto the unmade bed, holding his hand and fingers hard against her pussy. After a while he pulled away, and stripped her quickly and efficiently. Then himself.
She was more than ready for it. But she wanted a lot of good, hard fucking, and from the state he was in, she wasn't sure he would wait for her.
"Lick me," she purred. She opened her legs to him, gazing needfully at the beautiful stiff rod of his prick, wanting more than anything to have him suck her pussy. She didn't want him to come too soon.
Unable to bear the throbbing agony in her cunt anymore, she pulled his mouth to her pussy with her legs. There was hardly room for them both on the bed the way they were. Her head practically hung over the edge, while at the same time his feet dangled in mid-air.
She knew Ben would never put up with the way she was spurring him along in the back with her heels. Ben would most likely raise up and belt her one and fuck her up the ass. This man probably wouldn't even think of such a thing.
Unless, maybe, she begged him for it.
She pushed the thought out of her mind, pissed at herself. It was bad enough that she'd given in again like she had, made a disgusting display of herself for anybody to see if they'd wanted to. This time she promised herself she would get off the regular way.
If she could!
"Ooooohhhhh," she moaned. He was really digging into her pussy with his tongue, spoon-ing her out. He had a very long tongue, like someone Jill had seen on a record album
jacket somewhere. He fucked her deep with that tongue, and she began to move her hips. It was fantastic! He had stopped licking and sucking, and was just sticking his tongue straight out, making a little trough as she banged her cunt against his lips. The sensation was light and delicate and exciting. She longed for more.
"Deeper, deeper," she grunted.
She thrust her hips up, wishing she could feel that incredibly twisting tongue all the way down inside her cunt. Then she sank back down in frustration.
The cunt juice was smeared all over his face. He took a deep breath. "That's all I got, honey." He dove at her clit, sucking it between his lips and holding it there while he stabbed at it with his tongue.
He did that for a while, listening to the rising crescendo of her cries. The novelty of this horny woman was beginning to wear thin, and he realized that he was doing everything. She hadn't even touched his cock once yet, and he didn't like the steady insistence of her entrapping legs.
He was going to make sure she took care of his throbbing prick, and right now, the way he liked it.
He didn't intend to even give her a chance to think about it. He forced her legs apart and pivoted, trapping her body in the meantime, That was just in case she had any last-minute objections.
Then her head was between his knees. The couple had shifted on the bed so that now there was plenty of room.
Jill felt the hard, sticky length of his prick bump against her cheek. She didn't want to eat cock right now-he was getting her off much too good with his mouth for that. She wanted all of his first big load of come in her cunt, not her mouth.
But he was jabbing blindly in the direction of her lips, his balls swinging against her forehead, his prick tip leaving a slimy residue wherever it touched. Partly in self-defense, she grabbed his swinging cock in both hands.
He thought she would do the natural thing and suck it, but she only held it loosely, barely moving her fingers. Dammit, he wanted his cock in her mouth!
"Suck it, baby!"
"Nooo, not now! I want you to keep licking me until I come!"
"Why, you selfish bitch!" He clamped his knees together, holding her head with them. He reached down and grabbed his cock, holding himself up uneasily on one arm.
Jill tried to move her head, but she couldn't. "No!" And then she clamped her lips very tightly together, not wanting the distraction of his cock in her mouth. Her recently tongued pussy cried out for attention.
"I'll pry your fucking mouth apart with a crowbar if I have to. And your cunt too, for that matter. Suck it!"
She whined in agony as he rubbed his prick across her lips, chafing at them roughly. This wasn't turning out at all like she'd planned it! But being ordered to do what he said made her all the hotter, and she could only give in. Gratefully!
He saw the crown of his cock penetrate her lips and sensed her surrender. Then the head was clear of her teeth, her tongue cushioning the hard tension of prick against the bottom of her mouth.
He held still, getting used to the feel of it. Then he lowered himself. Another inch of his throbbing prick disappeared. Then more. The goodness of it made him eager to get back to her delicious pussy, but he wanted to make sure she'd give him a good cocksucking first.
Pressing down hard, he finally touched bottom, and felt her gag a little. He kept up the pressure until she started to squirm and move her tongue and lips.
"Thaaaat's it, you just keep doing that while I suck your pussy. It's your turn for a little while."
Jill swallowed convulsively, swirling her, tongue, tasting his smooth prick. She dimpled the bulge on the underside where his jism would come shooting through. She hoped he wouldn't try to fuck down her throat again.
After a minute she couldn't understand why she didn't want to suck him in the first place, it made her feel so good. She actually raised her head to take more of that, and his tongue sped up on her clit. After more of the double suck-ing, she no longer had any doubts about being able to come. He would suck it right out of her!
But he had his own ideas about that. He wanted to fuck this cunt, feel her come on his cock. His own need made him callous, and he pulled his prick from the warmth of her gorgeous mouth. Now he was ready to take what he wanted, without asking for it.
She whined as he pulled out, then gasped when he turned around and she saw what was in store for her. He pulled her cuntlips apart roughly, ignoring her whimper.
"Put it in! Go on!" he ordered.
"I need you to suck me! Ohhh, please!" He feasted his eyes and ears on the obvious need in her, the way her rubbery cunt twitched and juiced. However she might have started this out, she wasn't faking anything now.
"I can last as long as you do, baby. Now put it in!" Now she felt his need, and the brute force and unspoken threat of it made her tremble. She knew from experience that there was no arguing with a man who was using that particular tone of voice. It was pure, savage male need.
She put her hands in her crotch and stabbed herself with his cock. She winced and writhed at the cunt-rending contact, and she saw him smile contemptuously.
Pushing slowly, his cock was halfway in, then more. At last, though, his crotch rubbed against hers, and he gave a grunt of final satisfaction that made her quiver.
"Ooooohhhhh!" The fiery shivers spread outward from her pussy. She was closer now than before. She closed her eyes and aban-doned herself to the cock that prodded such feelings from her.
He kept a tight rein on himself, fucking her as fast as he could. There was a wet sound of cock slapping in cunt. He watched as she arched higher and higher, then fell back down. He could feel her cunt changing as she neared her climax.
He slowed, dragging his cock through her pussy, getting his strength up for a final onslaught. He moved his hips like a jack-hammer. Her cunt was tighter and hotter than he expected, and it was having its effect on him.
He couldn't keep this up forever. For one thing, he was getting tired. For another, his balls were swollen like balloons, full of the come he ached to unload into her pussy.
Just when he felt the dams of his control breaking, she went wild. Jill's vision fogged over as she exploded all at once. She felt spurting gallons of come in her cunt.
After a minute he leaned over and got a small towel out of the nightstand. He watched her as she dabbed at her pussy.
"You're one hell of a woman, you know that? That was a great fuck." He waited for her to say something, but she didn't. In fact, she looked away from him, a strange pained look on her face.
Jill still wasn't sure about a lot of things. She came all right, but she had to work at it. Not like when she was with Ben. If this man hadn't made her suck his cock, she wasn't sure she would have gotten off. The afterglow was bittersweet as she turned her doubts over in her mind.
"Listen," he said, stroking her tit, "you're gonna have to go. I have a, uh, friend coming over, know what I mean? A lady friend. But if you're not busy tomorrow night-"
"I'm married," she blurted out.
He stopped stroking her. "Oh, I get the picture. You're all business, aren't you? That's just fine. I get the picture. What a racket."
Abruptly, he put a robe on and was gone down the hall. Jill slipped into her things. Her jacket was in the front room, and she tied the arms around her waist and let the rest drape over her butt to hide her torn pants. She glanced guiltily at the window as she stuffed her brochures into her briefcase and closed it.
He was at a chair at a desk. He turned around and handed her a check.
"What? What's this for?" she said in confusion.
"Come on, take it. There's no point in play-ing dumb. I know how this works. You fuck me, I buy the encyclopedias, right?" He chuckled and shook his head.
Suddenly cold, she gasped. He thought she fucked him to get him to buy something! "You don't have to do that," Jill said.
"I know I don't have to."
"Listen, I fucked you because I was horny, not because-" she started indignantly. "Don't give me that shit, honey. I know a good con game when I see one. Now, if yott don't get your ass out of here, I'll have to kick it out."
She sputtered as he hustled her out. He was still laughing at her when he slammed the door behind her.
She burned with shame. She would never stoop to such a thing! For him, for anyone to think that about her. Christ!
On the other hand, she thought bitterly, maybe that was the only way she could ever make it in this business. It was really the only reason she'd gotten the job in the first place. It fit-it was what she deserved. Ben kept telling her she could get anything she wanted by fuck-ing, and that she would do it sooner or later.
She realized she had just proven how right he was. And she knew she would do it again.
Chapter Five
It took Jill a few days to work up to it. But once she started fucking, it was hard to stop. 'there were more men, even a teenage boy once.
She avoided Ben Spears like the plague. He made her tell him everything, and she didn't want to tell him about any of this. At least not yet. She didn't want to admit how well he had her figured.
She couldn't come without being forced. And then she could use that to make sales, which somehow didn't seem as important to Jill as getting laid.
She couldn't help it. She was horny all the time, and she liked strong, forceful men.
Francine was the only person she could tell. Francine envied her, even said she wouldn't mind taking a crack at a job as exciting as Jill's.
Jill felt like there must be something wrong with her, the way she loved letting perfect strangers make her fuck them. Or at least let them think they were forcing her. Actually, she was the one who was usually doing the seducing. Up to a point.
Now Jill's cunt pulsed at the thought of what she planned to do. The very idea of fuck-ing her landlord made her queasy, but she had to go through with it. It made her hate herself, but she had to prove she could do it.
God, did she ever need a fuck, too! Not to mention some money.
She was still rehearsing her lines when Mr. Hubbard opened the door. "Well, Mrs. Taylor. Jill, isn't it? What a pleasant surprise," he said a little sarcastically. "About time for the rent, isn't it?"
"Yes, Mr. Hubbard. I know it's late, but I was hoping-"
"Come on into my office. You know, I wasn't sure whether to get a receipt ready, or an eviction notice, haha."
Her cunt was alive and greedy, but she knew now that this was going to be even harder than she thought. Her courage was melting away, but she knew she had to do this thing. If she could just figure out how to get him turned on! She followed him into the little room he used as an office. It wasn't much bigger than a very large closet, but he had a desk, some file drawers, and an extra chair that she sat down in.
"Now then," Mr. Hubbard said, taking a receipt book from the middle drawer and slip-ping a carbon in. He kept sneaking glances at her sexy outfit. It was hard to keep from staring at her. Her frilly blouse was cut so low...
"That's the regular rent," he muttered, "plus eleven-days late charge at a dollar a day. You going to pay cash or check?"
"Neither, I'm afraid," she blurted, squirm-ing in her chair.
"You mean you don't have the rent?" He noticed how her tits stuck out. Nice big pointy tits.
"We'll have it, I promise. I just started this new job, and I was hoping you could-" "Look. I'm a businessman. I'm not in this for my health. I've got a waiting list of people who'd just love to have your apartment." There was a sinking feeling in Jill's gut. He was a hard-ass, all right. She batted her eyes and stuck her boobs out, flirting, trying out the brochures on him, hoping he'd buy something if she acted sexy enough. She gave it her best shot.
The way she came on almost made him want to give in, but business was business. He wasn't going to give away any favors just because she was so damn sexy.
Jill leaned closer to him, watching him fight down the temptation. She almost got him that time, but close wasn't good enough. She was going to have to go all the way with this thing. Fear and excitement and uncertainty mingled in her and gave her the extra courage she needed.
She kept her eyes on his face as she licked her lips pointedly. She leaned over the corner of the desk a little further still, until her tits were practically hanging on the top.
"Well then, Mr. Hubbard. I was thinking maybe we could work out a trade."
"A trade?"
"That's right, a trade. You know, an exchange?" She gave him her best come-on look.
He could hardly think about what he knew she was suggesting. She was so close, her musky perfume made his head thick. Her nipples punched out at him like pointed fingers, and her voice was low and husky. Now her palms were on his knees.
"You must get awfully lonely here by yourself," she said, sliding her hands up his legs slowly, not breaking eye contact for a second. "Very, very lonely," she repeated in a chanting whisper. There was a little jingle of pocket change and she felt a bundle of keys through his pants, and it almost made her stop.
He didn't move away, though. He just kept looking at her.
She couldn't believe that she was doing this. Even when she'd been in high school she'd never done anything like this, and she'd been an incredible cockteaser then. Paul was the first man she ever let fuck her.
"Mrs. Taylor-Jill-please, now. My son-"
"Don't you worry about a thing, Mr. Hubbard. I'm going to take care of you. I'm going to make you forget all about that rent. All about it. That's a fair trade, isn't it?"
"Uh, uh, uh," he grunted, raising himself up in the chair.
Jill knew she had to act quickly. She fought for a moment with his clothes, sliding her ass off the chair as she leaned forward. Then she had the buried treasure of his prick in her hands.
He was a hard man, sure enough.
She gobbled it up, working her lips and her tongue like crazy. She got down on her knees, digging her elbows lightly into his legs. Her tongue swished lightly over his stiff cock, and he sank back down into the chair. Feeling a little more confident, she kissed around the head of his prick and tugged at the meaty head of it.
Jill worked up a good mouthful of spit and spread it all over his cock. Now that his prick was in her mouth she felt pretty sure of herself. Her pussy twitched as she wagged her tail in the air.
Now she tilted her head a little, letting his cockshaft push against her cheek in a way she knew he had to see from above. She licked the length of it long enough to give him a good look, then straightened her head and slurped further down on the base. She bobbed her head up and down, felt his cock stiffen and grow.
His first reaction was sheer surprise. Then, when her tongue hit his cock, it wrung all the energy out of him. Now he relaxed, still not able to believe that his most beautiful tenant had gotten down on her knees to suck his prick. His ex-wife was the only woman he'd known who would do that. And not just to him. There were others.
His ex-wife. The very thought of her made him cold and tight inside, made him want to lay his fist up alongside Jill Taylor's head and kick her out into the street.
But he wouldn't do that, no. Shit! She was obviously an expert cocksucker, and it. felt too damn good. No, not yet he wouldn't. The gall of this bitch, thinking she could trade a blow job for a month's rent. She was good, but not that good.
His anger passed, but not before he had made her moan with a couple of evil, twisting thrusts of his prick.
He gripped her head and began to guide her, moving a little in the chair every so often. "Now let me get this straight. You didn't -yeah, do that some more-you didn't come over here to pay the rent. You came over here to bribe me. With your mouth, like this. Right?"
She stopped sucking and made as if to come up off him to reply. But he caught her head and pushed her back down. She wasn't ready for that, and he felt his prick bump against her throat.
"Just suck twice for no, once for yes," he sneered. She moaned plaintively, and he realized all he had to do to goad that wonder-ful sensation was shove against the tight place in her throat. She had to suck then.
"That's just what I thought. You're a cocksucking slut, you know that?" He didn't wait for any answer this time. Now he leaned over and reached under her to pull on her pointy jugs. When he pulled on her nipples, she moaned again.
She felt him run his hands down her stomach and she sucked in her belly as he tried to work his fingers past her tight waistband. His cockhead bumped painfully against the back of her throat. She tried to walk forward on her knees so he could touch her pussy, but he couldn't quite reach that far. She pinched her pussy muscles together tightly and groaned.
He seemed to have it in for her, like every other man she'd ever fucked. Maybe there was something wrong with her, maybe there was something in her that made men want to treat her like dirt. She didn't know, but she got hornier with everything he said.
He pulled at her skirt for a little while, grunting and snorting and jabbing his cock around in her mouth. His belly pushed against the back of her head, forcing her chin down into the chair.
"Oh, shit," he said, unable to reach her pussy. He ran his hands up around her waist and onto her back. Then down they went to cup the globes of her ass as far as he could reach.
"I have a good mind to whip your ass," he said. He pulled at her skirt, only to be frustrated again. It was hard for her to breathe in his stuffy crotch, and the smell of his prick was heavy. But what he said made her sniffle and grunt and wag her ass.
He chuckled. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? You'd like to get your ass whipped while you suck my cock."
He couldn't help chuckling again, but it was a little wheezy this time. She worked feverishly on his prick, using only her tongue and lips since she couldn't move her head. And then she could, because he was raising back up. She self-fucked her own mouth, tightened her fist around his cock.
"Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm!" The thought of a strap cutting into her as she sucked him made her cunt tingle. Her lust soared as she felt him jerk and swab her mouth with his dick.
Jill had forgotten why she had come here, who he was, everything else. There was only his cock to suck and lick, only her need to taste his come when it came out of his hot spitting dick.
What she was doing was unbearable. He twisted his hips and fucked into her mouth, just as her head was coming down on him.
"No, I won't whip your ass," he grimaced. "I think I'll just ... oh, shit ... sit here ... and let you make me come! AHHHHH!"
The sight of her blonde head in his crotch set him off like a rocket. His_ ass cheeks knotted, his balls drew up, his loins cramped. The first spurt ripped up the length of his cock and shot into her mouth.
She felt it spatter against her throat. She took all of it, slurped every bit of it. She sucked him dry, making sure she didn't miss any, taking perverted pride in her work. Her pussy seethed.
She thought she knew how a vampire must feel as the eyeteeth left the jugular. She felt the same unholy, temporarily satisfied pleasure as she pulled off his prick, obscenely proud that she hadn't had to come up even once for air the whole time. He was very tense now, and his face looked far too white.
Then she saw why.
In the doorway to Mr. Hubbard's office stood a gawky teenager. His eyes were wide open, and she could see the outline of his hard prick pointing down his pants leg.
The family resemblance was obvious. Jill jerked, up guiltily, smoothing her clothes, burning with shame.
"God, Dad. I'm sorry," the boy mumbled. "Wait a minute, Davey," Mr. Hubbard said. All Jill had to do was arrange herself a little. But he'd been caught red-handed, his deflating cock out of his pants.
It made him wish he'd given her the whore's whipping she deserved as he pushed his cock back into his pants and zipped up.
That damn bitch! She hadn't even given him time to lock the office door.
He remembered all the times his ex-wife had flirted openly with other men, and the impres-sion that made on Davey as soon as his son was old enough to know what was going on. As if that wasn't enough, his ex had filled Davey up with lies about the way his father lived, made him believe that it was really his father's fault for breaking up the marriage. To hear her tell it, he was impotent and couldn't get it up.
It was his ex-wife's slutty cunt and her fuck-ing around that did it. His son had to see him with the first woman he'd had in a long time. Christ!
He knew how to teach both those women a lesson. And his son too, come to think of it. It would be something he'd never tell his mother about, that was for god damned sure.
Jill wanted to get out of there. She knew this was going to be a very nasty scene. She made a move toward the doorway.
"Don't you take a single fucking step!" Jill saw him knotting his fists, and she didn't dare move.
He softened his face when he looked back at Davey. Hubbard knew his son's mind was on Jill's tits.
Careful, he thought. This would be touchy, but worth every moment. "Davey, there comes a time in a young man's life when-" he started.
Bullshit. It sounded ridiculous.
"Shit! The hell with it! Davey, you want to fuck this woman?"
He gulped. This "Sir?"
Davey hadn't sirred him for years. He was pretty shook up, shook up enough to follow orders.
Mr. Hubbard shot a warning glance at Jill. "She's all yours, Davey. Go ahead and fuck her."
He took an kidding, Dad?" "I'm not kidding. bitch!" he said.
She got another withering glance as he fondled the receipt book on the desk un-obtrusively and meaningfully. She'd seen exactly this kind of anger before, and knew it was useless to argue or resist.
Mr. Hubbard might even say something to her husband, she realized.
She stripped, shaking now, not able to look at either of them. He was only a boy, but as
was his father talking!
uncertain step. "Are you Fuck her! Now strip, perfectly capable of fucking her aching pussy as his father was.
He reached for her tits, then put his hands back down, looking at Mr. Hubbard un-certainly. "Can I-"
"Do it," his father growled. "Anything you want. That's what women like her are for." Jill shrank back as his fingertips pressed lightly into her titties. Then she sucked in her breath as his grip tightened painfully and he suckled at her hard nipples.
The same conflicting urges to run and to stay were with her again, but the driving need of her pussy and clit overrode them both. Mr. Hubbard's son was inexperienced and he didn't seem to realize he was hurting her titties now.
"Oooohhh," she gasped. He leaned harder into her, sampling each rough rosy nipple in turn. The way they talked about her made her feel like an object. It was almost like she was another piece of furniture, like the desk whose edge was cutting into her ass.
She moaned again.
"Hear how much she likes it, Davey? Suck those melons, boy, give it to her good, make her like it!"
His bites were as cruel as Mr. Hubbard's eyes as he kept staring at her. Jill begged them to stop silently, but he only smiled as he enjoyed the sight of her jugs being sucked by his son.
She wanted him to stop! The torrents of pain and pleasure made her dizzy and she lurched sideways along the desk. Davey didn't feel so self-conscious now since he didn't have to see his father watching him. She was his first woman, and he sampled all of her titties with his hands and lips and teeth. It was unbelievable that this could actually be happening to him!
Jill didn't dare resist, not with Mr. Hubbard right there like a policeman. But she grabbed the boy around the waist with both hands and then felt the hard ridge of his cock.
"See, Davey! She wants your prick. See how much she wants it? Why don't you give it to her? Fuck her, Davey!" Hubbard's own cock was hardened by the scene in front of him, and he couldn't hold back his voyeuristic horniness.
His father's excitement infected him, and he undid his pants with her help. Then she was cooing and moaning at the turgid hardness of his prick as she held it.
The feel of it in her hands set her head spin-ning and brought a fresh surge of juice into her pussy. With a wild and vicious cry of delight, she smoothly positioned his long hard prick in front of the mouth to her pussy.
How easily she slipped into the role he set up for her!
His cockhead bumped clumsily off her thigh and pubic arch as he overeagerly tried to fuck her. She fumed at the delay, and then he got lucky, just as she spoke.
"Shove that thing in me!" she begged.
He whimpered lustily, as his dick thundered down the tunnel of her pussy. She screamed then, and the palpitations quickened.
"Ah, shit, Christ!" he exclaimed. The horniness made him jerk out, and his cock ripped out of her pussy. But this time his aim was better when he rammed back in. She screamed again in ecstasy.
"Oh, God, slow down, take it easy? Ohhhh, my poor cunt!" She held his ass and he grunted, the sweat breaking out on his forehead. Then he was almost still. She caressed his butt, moving her cunt on his cock in gradually larger circles.
Hubbard snorted angrily as he saw his son stop moving. The sight of their fucking made his blood boil with lust. He had his own pants down by now, and his pole was out and ready for her. He was going to give his boy a lesson in whore-fucking.
Jill felt his hands rough on her shoulders, and then he was pulling the fucking twosome away from the table, turning her back to him.
Hubbard clapped his prick into the crease of her ass. Her globes squeezed it as she revolved her pussy on the boy's prick.
Hubbard put his hands on her arms, follow-ing her motion. "Now, you were doing real good there, son, real fine. Now I'm going to show you something that these sluts just love, something none of 'em can resist, and that's a good ass fucking!"
Jill turned into a quivering puddle of lust right then and there, remembering the horrible ecstasy the first time she got fucked in the ass.
Davey smothered her mouth with his, dip-ping his tongue in deeply, and she felt his father's cock behind her. Pressing steadily, harder and harder in her crack.
There was something slick on his prick when it touched her ass-she didn't know what. But instead of the pain she expected there was only blinding pleasure.
She started moving with a loud groan, forcing his cock deeper inside her nether passage. She was being ground between the two men. She couldn't stop herself, though she shivered at what was happening to her. Davey's tongue was deep inside her mouth, and she sucked on it like she had sucked on his father's prick before.
Unable to take the powerful blast of her lust, Davey came. Gallon after gallon of jism seemed to pour into her cunt. Only a thin membrane separated the two men's cocks. Then he was done, slumping down off her like a mountain climber from a too-difficult cliff. An enormous amount of his cream followed his cock out of her pussy.
Now her attention was undivided. Brazenly, wantonly, she fingered her come-coated clit. "Fuck my ass, fuck my ass, fuck my ass, bugger me!" she chanted. Each nerve-shattering blow of his prick made her body bounce and wave back and forth.
She put her hands on her knees now to absorb the full fury of Hubbard's cock, and she saw how Davey continued to watch them. As her pleasure kept mounting, she grimaced grotesquely, as if she could beam the entire force of her lust at the boy. She laughed in horny glee when she saw the fear her unbridled and visible lust brought from him.
They came at the same time. His jettisoning come made her come harder and bigger, over and over. Her jerking asshole sucked and squeezed at his prick. Finally he fucked his dick into her asshole one last time and pulled it out.
Incredible elation followed the all-powerful glow of her orgasm. She had done it! She took on both of them at once, she really did it! It was impossible to keep the self-satisfied smirk off her face, in spite of the way Mr. Hubbard glowered at her.
"Davey, get out of here. I'll have a word with you in a minute. I want to talk to Jill here in private." He waited until his son left, then slammed the office door shut.
He ripped the receipt out of the book. Jill held out her hand for it as he advanced on her. But when he was close enough, he backhanded her. It stung like the devil. Then he had one hand on her throat. With the other he forced the paper inside her sopping cunt as she struggled uselessly.
He twisted and pushed hard, shoving it as deep inside her cunt as he could. She clamped her legs together much too late, and could only shriek as it went in.
"If I ever see your worthless fucking face around here again, I'll fucking kill you. You're the worst kind of slut-you're fuck-hungry scum. And if you say one word about this, one word-" he pressed against her throat until she almost choked, "the news goes out to everybody, including your husband. Now get out!"
She fell hard to the floor, bruising her knees. She whimpered like a wounded animal, throwing on her clothes. Horrible humiliation clawed at her insides.
Jill heard the squish and felt the scratch of the paper in her cunt all the way back home. At least at home, she thought sickly, she would be alone and safe.
Chapter Six
But it wasn't true. For even as she hurried toward the bathroom, the telephone rang. She almost ignored it.
No, she thought. The memory of how she wanted Mr. Hubbard's humiliating fuck was still too strong. A woman like Jill who sucked him like she did deserved what he gave to her, and worse. She would answer the telephone first.
It would be her punishment.
Keeping the humiliation going of having the rent receipt stuffed up her cunt was somehow strangely exciting to Jill. She walked leisurely into the kitchen, feeling every crinkle as she walked. She was obsessed with fucking.
Whatever pain and anger she felt this after-noon was fading away, leaving only the hot core of her desire.
The thought of the way her landlord had treated her, the names he called her, the way he made her fuck his son, all made her steam inside. For a moment before she picked up the phone she even thought about going back to his place.
Maybe he would punish her, make her come so good ...
Her excitement doubled when she answered the phone. Ben Spears' voice was dominating even over the telephone.
"Hello, baby. I didn't expect to find you home. You been hiding from me? You should be out knocking on doors, right?"
"Hello, Ben." She kept her voice cold and remote, not giving away any of what she felt. She was almost faint with the horny whirlpool of conflicting emotions, hating him and long-ing for him at the same time.
No, no, no! Jill thought. She didn't want him. Her filthy, sex-hungry cunt wanted him. Not her, not her! Still, she wasn't sure. She hated him for making her want the kind of sex he gave her. Jill hated him for showing her that side of herself. Hated him because it seemed like she couldn't get off any other way now. Not even with Paul.
He sensed her new coldness, wished he was there with her to force her out of her act, make her scream out again how much she needed for him to fuck her any way he chose.
Well, he'd have his chance soon enough. "What's the matter?" he said. "Sounds like you need something, honey. Like some nice, hard cock. How about it?" he teased.
"No, Ben, I-I can't." But it was only a part of herself talking, reacting to his sexy, self-Assured tone. She moved her hand between her spread legs and worked her skirt up. She closed her eyes and snaked her fingers inside her panties, pretending it was his hand. She dug inside her cunt with her curled middle finger. It was all she could do to keep from gasping out loud at the ditty goodness of her evil urge.
"What do you mean you can't?" he sneered. "What if I say you have to, cunt?" He enjoyed this kind of verbal abuse, knew she did too. He heard the gratifying sound of her quickening breathing. She was hooked, and now he wanted to play with her.
"Please don't say that. Please." Jill forced her panties off her ass and down on her thighs. She fished the paper out of her churning pussy with a suppressed groan and let it fall, not wanting to see the evidence of her depravity. "That's what you'd like, Jill, isn't it? My cock shoved in your sweet pussy-in your soft, wet cunt. Or maybe I'd have you suck it. You like that so much. Then I'd tie you up so you couldn't even move, fuck that tight ass of yours till you couldn't stand it anymore."
Her knuckles were white around the receiver. She wanted to slam it down, stop the torrent of filth that he poured in her eager ear. But it turned her on so much she couldn't, and she kept listening with horrible fascination, knowing every word he said was true. She pulled and pushed at her slippery cunt frantically.
"Stop it, you bastard!" She was determined not to give in, not to tell him what she knew he wanted to hear. But still she wiggled her fingers in and around her hungry cunt.
He chuckled at the horny desperation in her voice. He could tell how turned on he was getting her, but she didn't quite sound like the obedient woman he had so carefully cultivated. Was she getting cold feet at last in spite of everything? It sounded like it was definitely time for another training session. He was going to break this horny bitch once and for all.
"Listen, I didn't call you just to get your pussy hot.'-" He paused, feeling his cock throb, knowing from her silence that he had done just that.
Maybe, he thought, he should just dump this bitch. Too unpredictable. But not without getting some insurance for himself first. She had enough on him that she might be dangerous.
He was getting an idea that would fix everything at once-break her, dump her, and protect himself for good. It would be a nice little bonus for the other salesmen, too.
"Uh. We're having a sales meeting at my place tomorrow night. A little party after-wards. I want you there."
Jill's fingers stirred her pussy, and her rising ecstasy gave her the resolve to say no at first. She knew she couldn't keep living like this, constantly fucking and craving. She had to change it, and that would be her little revenge on Ben Spears. She would show him that she didn't need him or his kind of fucking!
"You want your money, don't you?" he asked. Her voice had been husky and thick enough with need that he was half-tempted to go on over to her apartment and fuck her, no matter what she said.
That penetrated her lust-muddled brain, and she agreed. She knew what would happen if she went to Ben's. He would abuse her and fuck her. She just had to stop herself. Just one more time, and then she would stop. Yes. Yes! Maybe if she took Francine along, Ben
wouldn't try anything really weird. Her friend would be her protection against him.
The idea fired her throbbing clit, and she stroked it with a shaking hand. Jill could hard-ly talk for her lust, and she dared to hang up on him, a fierce thrill shivering its way through her body as she thought of how angry it would make him. Fiery horniness flared in her pussy, giving her all the strength and decisiveness of a reformed alcoholic with a few drinks in her.
After tomorrow she would stop,' but for now, for now ...
Angrily, she kicked her panties off, drunk with lust and not caring that she was playing with herself in her own kitchen, right at the table. There were quick sucking sounds as she fucked her fingers in and out of her cunt. Down her split she saw the frothy white line of her whipped-up pussy juice.
She threw her head back, flicking her clit with her free hand. It went past the point of pain and towards savage ecstasy. "Ohgod-ohgodohgod," she chanted at the ceiling.
She wanted cock, oh how she wanted cock! There was more she wanted, too, but for now Jill could hide her real feelings from herself in her own pleasure. But only for now.
The images of the men she had fucked flashed crazily in her mind. Her come got tantalizingly closer and then receded.
For a second she longed for the feel of Ben's smooth leather strap lashing her ass. She could practically feel it cut deliciously between the cheeks of her butt, feel the burning spread through her skin. And then, then the pulsing, soothing harshness of his hard cock in her pussy, her ass, her mouth.
"Oh, please, please! Please!" she begged out loud. She jerked and bumped around in the kitchen chair crazily, her ass almost sliding off the edge in her prick need.
Now Jill opened her eyes wide and she scanned the table before her. There were the two red taper candles in their holders. One would be just the right length to ... to . . .
The dirty idea squeezed another flaming drop of lust from Jill's cunt. Could she actual-ly do that? Could she?
The burning itch in her pussy made her stand, and she pulled the candles shakily from their holders. She spread her legs apart, then opened her pussy with one hand. She closed her eyes, weaving unsteadily back and forth, savoring the moment of preparation.
Jill shook as she pushed the candle inside her cuntlips. She drove it halfway into her pussy with the same sort of intensity she would use if she were driving a stake into a vampire's heart. She pulled the candle out slightly and twirled it to distribute the pussy juice, then pushed in hard until it all but disappeared inside her grateful cunt. She let go.
Spastic tremors of pleasure made her titties shake. Jill groaned, then the combination of gravity and the wetness of her cunt let the candle slip very slowly out of her.
She watched the steady obscene progress as it emerged from her pussy.
Now she gripped the tapered tip in her fist. Jill fucked her pussy without mercy, gradually sinking down to her knees on the cool linoleum. With a final savage thrust she buried it again in her jerking twat.
Jill's breathing was ragged and hard. Lewd need drove her, and now she felt a horny itching in the most unexpected place. She leaned forward until her forehead touched the floor. Unashamedly, she spread her ass cheeks.
Mr. Hubbard's cock, so hard and thick and good...
Jill screamed when she pushed the waxy candle past the tight ring of her asshole. Deeper and deeper it went. Now she balanced on her forehead and knees, taking a candle in each hand. She gibbered incoherently.
She worked them like a two-man saw, one in, the other out. Then she couldn't stand the lewd, wonderful tension anymore. She gritted her teeth and pulled them both out at the same time, then shoved them in just as she felt the --first wet surges of her come.
She fell over on her side, the candles firmly implanted in cunt and ass, groveling and squirming and squeezing her titties.
She was exploding in ecstasy! Yes, she thought, YES! Yes, she would rut around on the floor like a pig in the dirt! Yes, she would do these filthy things to make herself come!
Juice squirted from her pussy in a long series of comes. At last her asshole achingly squeezed shut as the candle dropped from it. She wrenched the other one from her cunt and lay exhausted on the floor.
Soon, very soon, she would start to be good again. No one would ever have to know about this part of her life, she thought. She wouldn't even tell Francine the whole story.
But she was only fooling herself. Like a junkie after a fix.
Francine fidgeted nervously, sitting in one of the armchairs in Ben Spears' spacious den. She tried to keep her mind on what Ben was saying to the group, but it was mostly boring business talk.
She hoped she at least looked interested. At first he obviously didn't like the idea of her tagging along with Jill, but he seemed a lot more interested after Francine turned on the sex appeal and told him she'd do anything to get a door-to-door sales job like Jill's.
How far did anything go? he wanted to know. As far as you want it to, Francine had teased. She thought that was a pretty clever thing to say. With any luck at all, she'd be fucking Ben Spears tonight. Maybe even with Jill, another threesome! This was one she wasn't going to tell her husband about, though. He'd just get jealous.
If she got the job, there'd be more to come. Jill was so lucky! Fucking the boss, and the customers too! And making good money out of it. Francine didn't care about the money like Jill did, because John made plenty for both of them. But she most definitely cared about the fucking.
Francine didn't understand what her friend was so jumpy about. She'd seen her chug down three drinks in the last hour, while the five men and Francine were still working on their first.
Up front, Ben noticed that the four men who worked for him were shuffling uneasily and glancing over at Jill, knowing that he was almost done with his speech. Ben had clued them in about Jill, and now was the moment they'd all been waiting for.
At first he thought her girl friend, another good looker, was going to be a problem, but right away he figured out that she wouldn't be. She might not like what he was going to do to Jill, but if one of the other guys was fucking her she'd go along with it. He knew women.
"Now," he said, "with that out of the way, we can all relax. Jill, come up here so I can introduce you properly. I know the rest of the fellows would like to get a better look at you."
He smiled, mockingly at first, and then cold anger washed over him as he saw how drunk she was. Dammit, he wanted her sober for this. He wanted her to remember every single second of it. Hell!
Jill hadn't intended to get as drunk as she was. She only kept drinking when she realized what the mere sight of Ben's hard male body and the hypnotic forcefulness of his voice were doing to her pussy. Now, to her horror, she practically fell into the dreaded sanctuary of his arms as she reached the front of the room. Her tits crushed against his muscular chest.
Then she heard a male chorus of laughter. Ben's low chuckle was mixed in with it, sinister and sexual. The laughter died away as she turned to face them. There was a defiant, foolish expression on her embarrassed face. Ben's hands were tight around her arms, and she felt like a cornered animal.
The man sitting nearest her raked his eyes over her body with a strange, frank interest that took her a bleary second to understand. The hard lump of Ben's prick pressed against her butt.
"Well now," the man said, leaning forward eagerly. "The boss here tells us you have kind of an interesting way of making sales. You think you might let the rest of us in on your little secret? How about a little demonstra-tion? You can start with me."
Shock cut through her like a knife. "You dirty bastard! How could you tell them about that!" And what else, she wondered in horror, had he told them about?
He didn't need to answer her. The cruel smile that twisted at his mouth told her everything.
"Francine, help me!" she squealed rebelliously. Ben pushed her, and she fell between the man's legs.
Francine was on the edge of her seat, giggling. "I'd love to, honey, but this one's all yours!" So this was why Jill was drinking so much! It was going to be a regular orgy, and Jill was the main attraction!
The little devil, she hadn't even let on. She was putting' on a pretty good show, too, just like she did for John. It was really a shame Jill couldn't relax and really get into it. She'd enjoy it a hell of a lot more that way, Francine thought.
Francine could see this was going to be a sexier evening than she had even dreamed of. Jill looked over her shoulder at Ben, giving an anguished sob and pleading with her eyes. Even her best friend wouldn't help her! But there was a coiled threat about Ben, and she knew what he could do to her. He saw through her to her very core, into the horrible pit of the secret lust that obsessed her.
The man unzipped his pants and leaned back leisurely. "Fish it out," she heard him say. Ben nudged her from behind with his foot on her butt, and the man unsnapped his pants, then took her head in his hands and pulled her closer to him.
"Ooohhh, noooo!" Jill wailed. She felt like weeping. The tickling spiral of desire had already started in her pussy. She realized that there was no help for her anywhere, not even from Francine. The knowledge made her guts twist in terror.
She buried her face in his crotch. He grunted and moved, pulling his clothes down, and she felt his hard prick against her cheek. She gasped at the jolt of her own arousal and took his cock into her mouth. It was the only comfort she had, the only way out.
"Ahhhh, yes, shit!" the man said. Her
mouth was like a warm, wet glove around his prick. He urged her to suck harder with a few light thrusts of his hips, but she didn't do it.
"I thought- you said this slut knew how to give a good blow job," he said to Ben.
"She does," he said, looking at Jill disgustedly. "But first you have to get her attention." Dammit, she'd better put out! Once she caught fire he knew she'd be begging for it, but for now she was just going through the motions. Damn her!
She moaned around the dick in her mouth as she felt Ben's familiar rough hands pull her skirt up and dive for her pussy. He pulled aside the little strip of cloth that covered her crotch and curled a driving finger into her pussy. The ripe juiciness he found there made his cock throb and jerk.
Jill worked her pussy muscles as if to expel his invading finger. "Now, suck it," she heard him say. Defiantly, she backed off the stranger's cock, but only a little ways. Because by then he had his thumb wiggling into her asshole.
She groaned at the delectable trap. The further back she tried to move, the further his finger penetrated her shitter.
The double sensations made her cunt throb. The only way she could release the incredible tension was to swirl her tongue around the man's cock. She took more of it in, leaning forward slightly and feeling Ben ease up on her asshole.
Jill was so drunk that she didn't know what she was doing. But her body was alive with pleasure that she only half-wanted at the moment. In spite of that, she worked her mouth crazily, sucking the juice up the shaft of his prick.
"Looks like you could use a little help." To her surprise it was Francine, and she felt the other woman's soft cheek against hers as she licked.
Greedily, Francine struggled with her friend for control of the burgeoning prick that excited them both so much. She had sat still as long as she could stand it, but her hunger for cock wouldn't leave her alone. Besides, her cocksucking friend was getting all the men's attention. Francine wanted her share!
The man leaned back to give the two horny women more room. His groin ached with the built-up pressure of his come. "Eat my dick, you two! God, look at those two fucking whores eat cock!"
Jill loved being forced to take his prick while Ben finger-fucked her. The man's words made her feel a fierce, inexplicable pride and possessiveness. She forced herself to take his prick down her throat, driving Francine's
dancing tongue away from the base of it. Francine grunted in frustration, and then moaned again for an entirely different reason. She was glad she'd stripped her clothes off, because now she felt the hard, wet prod of a cock, pushing at her cunt from behind. She diverted her attention for a second, wiggling her ass. The prick slipped from her slot. "Oh, fuck me all the way, fuck me hard!" she cried, partly for Jill's benefit. Then her cunt was split by hard, fucking dick.,. Francine tilted her head to one side, feeling Jill's pointy chin against her cheek. The prick was monopolized by her friend's sucking mouth, so Francine had to settle for the man's nuts. She sucked the heavy, cum-laden sac into her mouth and cradled it there, bathing it in a warm pool of spit while Jill ate his prick. Not that Francine cared anymore. There was plenty of stiff cock in this room for both women, and one of them was banging her pussy good and hard and deep.
Out of the corner of her eye Jill saw her friend's body jerk and heard her cries of pleasure. Then it was her turn to get fucked, and Ben ripped his finger out of her pussy and replaced it with his cock. The thought of what was happening to both of them made her speed up her mouth motions.
The tight knob of the prick the two women shared throbbed and pulsed inside Jill's mouth. The man's guiding hands were gone from her head now, and she took the oppor-tunity to pull her head away for a moment. Her saliva ran down the full length of the thick cock. Big purple veins stood out all over the huge prick, and Jill quickly gobbled it back into her sucking mouth.
"Get ready, baby, 'cause I'm going to come," the man said. "I'm going to come in your mouth, honey."
"Suck it good, now," Ben said. "Show him what you can do." As if on cue, Ben walloped in and out of her pussy, getting her hotter as he squeezed her ass the way he knew she liked.
There was a quivering tickle in her throat. She bobbed up and down, sucking hard. She didn't know this man whose cock she sucked so exquisitely, and she didn't care. What she wanted right now was the stream of hot come that poured into her mouth.
She sucked sloppily, nearly choking on his come and her own spit. She gyrated her hips to let Ben's huge prick fuck her slick pussy, moaning as she lost some of the good jism. The prick in her mouth softened and bent against her cheek as she drove her head down to suck up some of the come that had drooled from her mouth.
But she couldn't get it all. She saw that as the man rolled away. Francine's face was so close to hers, and she saw that some of the jism had landed on her cheek. Francine was oblivious to it, though, and Jill watched her face twitch as she climaxed.
Francine's eyelids flickered open and she looked right at Jill. Her cries drowned out the gruff male groans of pleasure that came from behind the two women.
"Oh ... Jill ... he's coming in my pussy! He's coming in me now! And I'm ... coming ... NOW!"
Jism flooded Francine's pussy. The fever of Francine's orgasm infected Jill, and she fucked backwards against Ben's cock.
Her cunt felt more pleasure as another man stood before her and forced his sticky cock into her mouth. Cutting through the lingering taste of the jism she had taken in her mouth was a new taste. Not as strong as the other, but she slurped as the enormous flow of pre-come seeped into her mouth.
Her head was jerked back abruptly, Ben's fingers pulling her long blonde hair. It hurt so much she whined.
"This bitch slut is all mine. Her friend over there needs to get fucked, so do it to her." He wanted to watch Jill get fucked, but -not just now.
"Please! I want it like that!" Jill moaned.
"Shut up!" Ben hissed. He unplugged his cock from her pussy, almost losing control as his prick slid over her soft cunt walls. He pulled back harder and didn't let her go until the saleman's prick was well out of range of her mouth and smacked solidly in Francine's cunt.
He turned Jill and backed her up, his cock bobbing and whacking against her cunt the whole time.
Finally the sizzling heat of his cock and balls settled down to a slow burn. He let her hair go and pulled her panties aside again, enjoying the difficulty of getting his prick past her tightly-squeezed cuntlips. Cautiously, he fucked her. He wanted to make this last, watch her while she watched the others.
"Please, please, I want to suck some more cock!" Jill pleaded. The sight of the turgid prick in Francine's mouth drove her crazy, made her want it even more. The tantalizing first taste of the man's cock only fired her up, and Ben's slowly thrusting prick in her cunt didn't do much to soothe the feeling away.
"Just shut up. You'll be getting enough, soon enough." He resisted the temptation to plug her and let himself come. It was just a matter of time before her base desire dis-solved her into a begging, obedient slut.
For a moment he allowed himself the luxury of wondering if all housewives needed it as much as her. Most of them seemed to.
Now Jill could see Francine's whole naked body. Her legs were spread apart, and Jill saw the glistening traces of the come that drooled from her pussy. Saw it, that is, when Francine moved her hand away from her cunt. She alternated between stroking her clit and holding the cock in her mouth steady whenever the man went too deep into her throat.
"Oh God, stop!" Jill rasped. Every power-ful stroke eroded something inside her, and she felt the horrible perverse need surfacing in her. Suddenly, Ben's slowly fucking cock just didn't feel like enough. She butted her ass against his thighs urgently and pinched desperately on her pebble-hard clit.
White cream exploded around Francine's mouth and dribbled down her chin. A dreamy expression passed over her face, and Jill saw her flick her tongue out to capture the last drops of leaking jism. The smell of it inflamed her.
"Fuck me harder, harder! Hurt me!" Jill yelled. She saw the man behind Francine cram his dick into her cunt and shoot his load into Francine's pussy.
Now she was really hot. It was the moment he'd been waiting for. "What's that you said, woman?"
She sagged in the grip of a sick, gut wrenching shiver. She tried everything she could to come, but it was no good. She turned her head in his direction.
"I want you to ... hurt me. I need it so bad! Do me that way, please, please!" She didn't care who heard her.
But she would.
His cock slowed further. "Louder, so everyone can hear. What is it you need, bitch?"
"Fuck me," she begged, not wanting to say it again.
"What else?"
"Tie me and fuck me!" Jill couldn't stand Francine's disbelieving, disapproving look, so she closed her eyes. They were all looking at her! And now . . . and now all these strangers and her best friend were going to know the terrible thing she needed so badly!
"What else?" Ben continued. She felt him put his cruel huge prick as deep as it would go. There was a rewarding twinge of pain in her pussy.
She bit her lip. "Whip me and fuck me! Everybody fuck me every place-my cunt, my mouth, my ass!" She whimpered and wrenched her hips against him, but he stopped her. His cock ground to a halt in her cunt. She struggled to move her hips again, but Ben kept holding her tightly against him. His cock flexed once, twice, and then flooded the depths of her cunt with hot spunk.
He pushed her down on her face as soon as he was done with her. She still had her hand under her, rubbing her clit and running a finger in her slick hole. She didn't care if she had an audience.
"You asked for it, baby," Ben said evilly, "and now you're going to get it."
Chapter Seven
Ben called the room that used to be a garage his gym. But Jill knew it had other purposes, too, from the open shower in the corner to the hook in the ceiling and the bars attached to the walls. She wondered how many women had taken Ben's treatment in there. And how many, besides herself, had wanted it so much? The very sight of it made her blood run cold and her pussy run hot.
She stood limply, letting two men hold her up while Ben tied her hands together behind her back with the harsh ropes. She heard the ominous clink of the cold chains as he wrap-ped them across her chest. The links dug into her sensitive titty flesh, making them jut out.
One of the men plucked at her nipples and pushed her boobs together.
The chain cut deeper.
"Oooooh," she moaned, "it hurts!" "Damn right. That's the way you like it," Ben said, pulling the chain tight and hooking the ends together.
Francine had just watched until now, getting off on it because she still thought it was a game. It was getting pretty heavy, though. She'd thought Jill was kidding back in the house when she'd begged for it. But this was no joke.
It was funny, but watching Ben use the rope and chain on Jill's helpless body really made her cunt wet. It was so exciting!
"Hey," she started uncertainly, "don't you think this is getting just a little bit out of hand?"
"Shut up," Ben snarled. "Unless you want the same thing Jill's going to get."
He meant it. The threat made Francine sud-denly and acutely aware of how vulnerable her naked body was. She felt fear at the thought of Ben making good on his threat, and took a step backward.
But Ben didn't have any time for her-yet. Right now he only wanted to punish Jill in front of everybody, humiliate her and make her come. He gripped the belt in his hand more tightly. He stepped back and considered her ass. He was going to give it to her while the two men were holding her.
Jill opened her mouth in abject terror. Her pussy drooled, and two other men watched from the front. There was an excruciating ache in her pussy, and another one, too. Her blad-der was so full from the drinks that she felt like she would burst any second. Her terror made it hard for her to keep from pissing all over herself.
"Please, I need to go to the bathroom." "Tough shit," Ben said. Her tightly clench-ed buttocks were just asking for his belt. "Please, I really have to go baaaaaad!" Her voice was a whimper, and she straightened up to keep the pee in. She heard the man beside her chuckle.
"Let her do it right here, while we watch," he said.
Francine was ready for most things, but riot this. "You filthy perverts! Let her go!"
Ben was thoroughly tired of all that female shit. If Jill's friend had the sense to keep her mouth shut, he'd let her off. But the bitch didn't know when to keep quiet!
First he pushed Jill over to the shower and down on her knees over the drain. There was no sense messing the place up. With some help he forced Francine down on her hands and knees in front of Jill, fucking her steaming cunt from behind to goad her. It didn't take much.
Jill knew now that there was no limit to his desire to degrade her. The man she sucked off in the house held her up on her wide-apart knees with her hair. He had his knee in her back, making her cunt arch in the direction of Francine's face.
Jill forgot everything for a second. Francine's scream rang in her ears',-. stabbing her like a knife. Francine's face was twisted with horror and lust. Jill's tits stung where the chains crossed them, and the man's cock bang-ed into the side of her head.
Ben and the other men stared at her. The pain and humiliation were too much!
"He's fucking ... my ... ASSHOLE!" Francine cried out.
Jill's bladder couldn't be restrained any longer. Horny terror made her dam break loose. Pee gushed from her pussy in a long yellow stream, spattering on the floor and on Francine's face. It horrified her, but she couldn't hold it back.
Then she was coming, screaming her pleasure out loud, now ecstatically loving the completeness of her debasement. Golden droplets clung to her friend's face. Every time she came the stream of piss waned, then picked up until she came again.
A light flashed and a shutter clicked. Jill groaned and tears came to her eyes as she realized one of them had a camera. It was much worse even than being watched, and orgasmic shudders of revulsion wracked her body.
Ben's cock was like a red-hot rod in Francine's ass. As Jill squeezed the last drib-bles of pee out, she saw him hammer at Fran-cine's asshole and felt her wet face push into her pussy.
"Now! Lick her cunt clean! Now, bitch!" Jill felt a sick thrill when Francine's lips touched her cunt. Francine's forced licking of her pussy almost made her collapse with pleasure. She was taking long swipes with her tongue. It was like a flame that started at her dripping cunt hole, went over her pisser, and ended scaldingly on her clit.
It was too much pleasure to bear. "Yes, yes, YES!" she yelled. "Lick me, suck me, fuck me!"
The man let go of her hair with an animal growl. He got in front of her, straddling Francine's back, pushing Jill's face until the back of her head hit the wall. Chain and rope bit into her even tighter.
"I love it, I love it, I love it!" she sobbed. "You're such a horny bitch, try another taste of this," the man said. And with that, he plugged Jill's mouth, not caring about the choking sounds she made as he fucked deep.
The sight almost made Ben come then and there. Jill's tits were squeezed by the chain, and he wanted to pluck the ripe nipples right off them. He pushed Francine harder into Jill's pussy, watching her tongue ripple over the cuntal folds.
Such a juicy cunt! Even though Francine's asshole was working his prick over like a steamroller, he wanted that cunt. The twisting in his groin overpowered him, and he reached under Francine's belly to maul her wet twat with his fingers.
The man put his hands against the wall and spread his legs. Over and over he thrust his dick head against Jill's cheeks and throat and tongue, enjoying her passive helplessness. Then a burning stream of jism erupted up the length of his cock.
Ben heard him grunt. But what excited him was Jill's tortured moan. He knew how she liked to eat come. And when the man moved away, he simply could not resist her vulnerable face with the jism dripping out the corners of her mouth.
He ripped his cock out of Francine's ass and she squealed in pain. She didn't stop licking Jill's pussy. Now Ben stood where the other
man had, and Jill stared at his dick. "Filthy slut."
"Yes ... give it to me!" She opened her mouth, still braced against the wall, sticking her tongue out in a trough to taste his prick.
She barely touched the underside of his shaft. Sticky white traces of jism were still on her tongue. She disgusted him. Instead of fucking her mouth as he intended, he pulled his cock away and gripped it in his fist. Swear-ing, he jacked it up and down rapidly.
His come cream hosed her face, ran down her cheek. Vicious gratitude shot through her as a long slimy string dribbled from the tip of his prick. It was warm when it fell on her tit, then cold. He crammed his softening cock into her mouth, and she began to suck it.
The horniness and need in her had no end. The camera was still flashing and clicking somewhere around her. She was a cocksucker, his cocksucker, his willing slave. Forever! He was the only man who knew how to treat her and satisfy her innermost cravings.
More orgasms gutted her as Francine nibbl-ed at her clit. Finally her come-weakened legs gave way. She slithered down the wall, her ass landing in a cold puddle of her own piss.
She came around to the sound of Francine's guttural cries of ecstasy, and to the cold hard spray of water from the shower. Her bound arms were stiff and it felt like the chains were cutting off the circulation to her titties. "There, I guess you're clean enough. Clean as a dirty slut can be."
The shower ended as Ben turned the handle. Jill lay huddled on the floor, blinking up at all of them. Francine was on her back on top of a man whose cock was buried in her rear. Her pussy was being licked by someone else. Her friend didn't show a trace of the submission Jill felt blossoming in her again.
"What do we do to her now?" one man said. His prick was long and hard, and it made Jill's pussy juice.
"Why don't we ask her?" Ben said. "Come on, honey, how do you want it this time?" "Fuck me . . . "
"Shit yes. Sounds real good," the man said. He was younger than the others, more eager. He'd had his eye on Jill's cunt all evening. Now he wanted to put his cock in it.
"... whip me," Jill whispered.
Ben was ready to pick up where he'd left off. She was getting him hot all over again. "Is that what you want, baby? To be fucked and whipped?"
She twisted on the wet, rough concrete. "Oh, yesssss," she said.
He snickered. "Then tell us again, bitch. Let's hear it."
Her guts turned to jelly. "I want you to . . . to fuck my pussy ... and my ass ... and . . . I want you to do the other thing, I want-" The idea excited her so much that she trailed off in a thick gargle of desire.
In a moment Jill was jerked up and on her feet. The young man pulled her to him, using her tits like handles. Water dripped from her soaking body. She tried to ease up the tension on her hands, but the harder she pulled her hands down in back of her, the tighter the chain grew around her titties. Ben had really done a good job when he tied her, and there still wasn't a bit of slack.
Her bondage excited her no end. The man laughed when he heard her moan, and twisted her nipples. His long prick slipped under Jill's crotch. She stood higher on her toes. Francine's incredibly sexy grunts of pleasure as she was licked and ass-fucked made Jill want it more than ever.
"Give it to me! Give me all your hot hard cock!" Her loins burned, and the cunt-thrilling cruelty on the young man's face sent a fireball of lust guttering through Jill's pussy.
He skewered her. He fucked her savagely. Jill stood her ground, taking it all in her cunt. Then he teased at her elastic pussy walls with just the tip of his prick until Jill virtually jumped at him.
It was so good! She wanted to kill herself with his cock!
He pulled her debauched body against him so hard that she thought his cockhead would puncture her cunt. She wanted to pull back and fuck herself again, but she couldn't move.
Then what she'd wanted so long finally came. Ben's belt lashed her ass as she stood with a cock deep inside her cunt. "Uh! Yes, more!" she sobbed. She welcomed the perverted pain of his brutal attention.
Jill could only take so much of it before she had to beg him not to do it anymore. But she didn't really want it to stop, and both men knew it. Her chains seemed to grow heavier, dragging her down further into the pits of sub-mission. It was only the fucking man's stiff prick that kept her from falling.
"Oh, Jesus, baby, your cunt is so hot and tight! I'm going to come in it right . . . uhnggh . . . now!"
She felt his pecker flood her twat with come. She wanted to eat it, too. Ben had stopped hit-ting her, and she waited impatiently for the excruciating pain to keep up.
Come still flowed into her pussy when the hardest blow of all caught her ass. The delect-able pain, her horniness, and the spurting cock in her pussy all combined. Her cunt juiced and boiled in the most fantastic come of her life.
Ben's pecker was hardening again. He thought he'd never seen such a beautiful sight. Her red buttocks jiggled and the liquid ran out of her pussy. Her muffled woman-cries seem-ed to go straight to his prick. At last, he could tell, he had really conquered her. She was his, totally.
She slipped down to her knees, come-shudders still wracking her body. Another hard cock split her mouth open. Abruptly, the chains were snaking roughly off her and she felt the circulation needling back into her hands. She grabbed the cock in her mouth and held it steady, sucking and licking and moan-ing.
"Hey, don't let her go yet. I want to fuck her mouth."
"Don't worry," Ben said. "No need to keep her trussed up anymore. She'll do anything you want now."
He was right, though Jill hardly heard him. Only her horniness and her utter subjugation drove her now. She wanted their hot jism, all of it, any way she could get it.
She-sucked his prick until she tasted the flow of come on her tongue. When she was done she looked around, suddenly noticing that she was on her knees in the middle of a circle where they all stood around her.
"More, more, I want more cock!" She heard them all laughing at her, but that only made her want it all the worse.
"Here comes some, just for you'." Francine said, getting off as much on this as any of the men. Her own pussy and ass were full of jism and she was sated for the moment, but she was jacking one of the men off.
"Yes, give it to me," Jill moaned. Francine could hardly believe that the degraded and abused blond who hobbled across the floor toward the prick Francine held in her hand was the same woman she'd arrived at Ben's place with. There was a crazy look on Jill's bedrag-gled, come-smeared face. Jism drooled from every hole. And now Francine saw how Jill sat in front of the man's prick like a patient dog, mouth open and eyes closed in rapt concentra-tion.
Francine felt his prick jerk in her hand, and she aimed a stream of jism right at Jill's tongue. She felt an intense thrill as Jill took it all and begged for more.
Later, Jill didn't remember much of what happened after that. She went from one cock to another in the circle, she knew, clawing at hairy thighs, even sucking the juice from Francine's pussy, hearing her friend tell her to keep it up. Just like the men did.
She remembered a break, and then someone poured more whisky down her throat. She remembered how the neck of the bottle felt in y her cunt as she lay on her back on the floor and fucked herself with it for them. The camera was going all the time.
She remembered their cocks spurting into her, that taste and feel of an endless stream of male come. Her orgasms were the sweetest she'd ever known.
She passed out. When she came to she was in Ben's living room, all her clothes back on her. But she smelled the odor of the come that had dried all over her body.
"So, you're finally awake, huh, bitch?"
It was Ben. She sat up, and her head throb-bed. She remembered the night, remembered how they treated her, what Ben did to her. She tried to hate him, but she couldn't.
Jill's insides were soft and warm and ... satisfied. The tormenting, constant ache of lust that she always felt was gone, at least for the moment. And because of what she'd been forced to do, not in spite of it. She felt more feminine and womanly than ever before.
She had Ben to thank for that . . . he did things for her that her husband Paul could never do!
She wanted to be his sex slave forever!
Jill dropped to her knees and hugged Ben's legs, pressing her nose against the bulge of his cock. There were, after all, much worse things than having to suck his sweet cock. "Master," she sighed. And then she began to show her appreciation the only way she knew how. She unzipped his pants and started fumbling for his prick.
He cuffed her back angrily. "Stupid bitch! Don't you ever get enough?"
"Oh please, Ben! Tell me what you want! I'll do anything you want! I just want to please you!
Her confession almost brought tears to her worshipful eyes, but not to his. While, it was true he'd never enjoyed fucking and breaking any other woman as much as he did her, her time was finished. Her time was over, and he was finished with her..
"What I want, slut, is to never see you again. You're all used up, understand?"
She begged. She tried everything she could, but nothing worked. He wouldn't even let her get close to him. Her promise to herself to never let him fuck her again after tonight was totally forgotten. There was only one thing she needed, one thing that made her life worth liv-ing, and now she groveled for it.
"No more whining! Get out of here now, or I'll kick you out. And take this with you." An envelope fell on the floor in front of Jill. Some instant snapshots fell out of it. Her guts knotted as she shuffled through them. Pictures. Pictures of Jill sucking cocks, pic-tures of Jill taking it up the ass, pictures of Jill's obscene gratification as come sprayed her face. She burned with shame.
"There's more where those came from, too. But I'll just keep the best ones in my private collection. Unless, that is, you want your husband to see them."
She quailed at the almost forgotten fear of Paul finding out about anything. "But my money . . . " she moaned.
"It's in there." He watched impassively as she found the five crisp one-hundred dollars bills. "And a little bonus for services rendered. So we're even. Now get out. I'm tired of look-ing at your face."
"But Francine . . ." she whimpered. "Francine has other plans. She's got more guts than you do, baby. She'll be taking your place as my new saleswoman."
Chapter Eight
Jill didn't feel like she was all together any more: She tried to go back to her old life, do the things she did before, be a loyal lover and housewife to her husband. They saw more of each other now that the pressure was off him at work, and he fucked her often.
But it just wasn't the same.
Her pleasure was real when she cried out in the dark while Paul fucked her. But she was only thinking of Ben, and she didn't come with Paul. It was only later, during the day. She would take the filthy pictures out of hiding and use the vibrator she'd bought. She could come then.
She even put clothespins on her nipples to bring the good come from her cunt. It was as -close as she could get to Ben's kind of fucking. One night she'd even screwed , up her courage and called Ben. But she hung up right away when it was Francine on the other end. At least she still had Paul, little comfort that he was. He'd been an angel-she told him she got laid off. He agreed it was certainly a shame, and he catered to her moods.
When he fucked her, she longed to tell him what she wanted. But she knew what he would think. He might even divorce her. And he was the only thing left in her empty life.
Sometimes, she even longed to tell him what she'd done, no matter what he'd think. If there was only a way. Jill didn't know it, but her chance was going to come sooner than she expected.
Or wanted.
Paul acted so calm and normal at first that she didn't suspect a thing. She put the groceries away, then went down the hall into the bedroom. She wanted to change before she fixed supper.
Her heart nearly stopped when she saw the five bills laying out on the dresser. She thought she'd hidden them. Hadn't she?
"Hello, darling," Paul said. "I was just wondering where all this money came from." "Oh, that?" She spoke breezily, trying to act casual. "That was part of what I made on my job. I was, uh, saving it for a rainy day." "You must be expecting a hell of a storm. You, ah, paid the rent, too, didn't you?" he said evenly and cautiously.
"Why-yes." Her voice faltered.
"And groceries. And a couple other bills. Add it up, Jill. You mean to tell me you were making more per week than I do, door to door, and you got fired?"
"Laid off." She started to sweat.
"Then let's hear you explain these!" he roared. The incriminating pictures flew all over the dresser top. She couldn't say a word, and she looked at him imploringly.
He slapped her. The blow sent her spinning, and she raised her arms to protect herself. "Let me guess." The next swipe of his hand brought her to her knees. "You were fucking every man who came along, and doing it for money! Meanwhile I'm out working my ass off so we can buy a nice home! For what? For some slut of a wife to fuck her customers in?" He hit her again. "You faithless bitch! After all I've given you! You ought to be horsewhip-ped!"
Jill shuddered. If he only knew what that would do to her!
"It wasn't like that, let me explain-"
But he shut her up with another slap across the mouth. He pulled her up and threw her on-to the bed, jabbering at her, cussing her out. He slapped her every time she tried to say anything. He pummelled her and ripped off her clothes, and now he trapped her hands.
"Now I know where you got those marks!" he said, looking at her wrists like he hadn't seen them before. Her clothing was in shreds. "And your titties," he hissed, squeezing and pushing them up to examine the faded red lines under each boob.
He wanted to beat the shit out of this woman who was supposed to be his wife. He squeezed her tits until he thought they would pop, vengefully forcing a moan out of her.
"You let them do everything, didn't you? You let them do things I'd like to do right now!"
His words didn't really penetrate. Jill only wanted to save herself from him.
"They made me!" she managed to get out. "Don't lie to me!" he slapped her.
He thought of the pictures and slapped her again. They were of his wife doing every imaginable thing with countless other men. The scenes turned him on when he looked at them, and now his horniness cut through his anger.
By God, he'd get his revenge! There was one picture . . . yes, he'd do that first! Her mouth!
He moved up on the bed until his knees were in her armpits. Then he turned her head and angled his dick into her mouth.
The familiar feeling of a cock in her mouth revived her. At first she didn't know what was going on, but she figured it out soon enough. Automatically, she blew his prick.
He hadn't expected such a quick reaction. She never used to do him that well, and her newly-acquired ability confirmed everything he suspected.
"That's it, you cheap whore. That's all you're good for." He bore down, not caring if she choked on his cock, but she took it all with strange little gulping sounds. It pleasured him, but it also inspired fresh loathing in him.
"Shit!" He pulled his cock away angrily. She didn't seem like the same person to him anymore. She was a wanton slut, a bitch to be taught a lesson.
Her pussy was dry as a bone, but he didn't care, especially when he found she was wetter deep in her cunt. His rage and his hard cock demanded that he fuck her there. He ignored the initial friction on his cockhead and shoved on in. Soon, very soon, her cunt juiced more.
"Whore!" He jammed her pussy. She babbled, even as his cock wreaked its vengeance. He was the last person in the world who cared about her-she couldn't bear to lose him! She wasn't sure he was really listen-ing to her, but she told him about how Ben raped her. She didn't mention the landlord or the other men, but she said Ben had forced her, blackmailed her, used the pictures to make her obey her perverted whims against her own desires.
"He made me do it!" she screamed time and again. Near the end she wasn't exactly sure what she was saying, but she hoped it was getting through to him.
"You ... fucking ... liar!" That she still had the guts to lie infuriated him more. His nearly-coming cock slipped from her pussy, and he raised her legs until her asshole was a perfect target. And, holding her tight, he push-ed his cock all the way in.
Then final degradation smothered her. In one furious rush, she came, and she couldn't hide it. Her asshole pinched so tight around his dick that it triggered his jism into her ass.
Done with her, he didn't linger. He waited until she stopped moaning and crying, wat-ching his come drip slowly from her asshole to stain the sheets. To him she was a ruined shell of a woman, but he felt a slight tug of pity.
"Don't lie to me now! Is any of that shit you told me true?"
Jill's body burned. She only wanted to redeem herself in his eyes and save herself. "Yes! All of it, I swear! he raped me and raped me, and then had other men do it! I didn't want to, I swear it! Oh, please, Paul, believe me. It's all true!"
She wondered if he'd buy it. She hoped against hope as he just stood there and studied her for a second. And then she knew how miserably she had failed, and she knew he was going to kill her. Because, before her very eyes, Paul was slipping the cartridge clip into his automatic pistol.
On the bed she cowered in the corner against two walls. He finally looked at her, a thin smile curling his lips.
"Don't worry, this isn't for you. Shooting would be too good. This is for Ben Spears. Now get dressed and let's go find him."
* * *
"Deeper. Lick it deeper, baby," Ben said. Francine pressed her naked titties against the edge of the table that he was lying on. She darted her agile tongue out teasingly, thrilling to his groan of pleasure when she got it well into his asshole.
"Jesus, that's nice! Keep it up. Shit, yes!" Francine hardly needed to be told. There was nothing more exciting to her than having a man as hot-tempered and ... well, dangerous as Ben Spears writhing with the kind of pleasure she could give him. No ropes or chains for her, even if she didn't mind it once in a while. It didn't take that to make her do anything he told her to do.
She dove into her task gladly, stroking her fingers up and down his shaft. She was going to make him feel so good! She kept tonguing him until she felt him start to come, squeezing his prick as hard as she could. She felt her pussy with her free hand.
"Oh, shit ... it's coming, it's coming!" he growled. No sooner than he'd spoken than she covered his dick with her lips. She brought her cunt-stroking finger into play on him now, driving it deep into his ass.
His groan was pure erotic pleasure. But it was nothing compared to the one she coaxed out of him when she started moving her finger-tip rapidly, stroking his prostate and banging the rim of his asshole with her knuckles.
Francine knew how to give a man pleasure. She imitated her finger with her tongue now, and in a second the jism went pouring down her throat.
"Jesus Christ!" Ben said when he could talk again. "That was good!"
"Now it's your turn to do me like that!" She had longed for his cock in her cunt, but she wanted it to wait a little longer.
"Don't make a move." Ben sat up on his elbows anO saw a man he didn't know. And from ten feet away the man pointed an automatic pistol right at Ben's eyes.
"What in the hell-"
"Shut up! Or I'll blow you away right now, you son of a bitch. I see you don't stop with wrecking just one woman's life, fucker. Stand up while you can!"
"Hey, wait a minute, buddy! I don't know who you are, but-" And then he understood. Jill stepped into the room. Maybe Paul would listen to her now. Maybe she could still save herself.
"Please don't do anything stupid, Paul! Let's get out of here now!"
"Jill's husband," Francine whispered. Paul didn't know her, but she knew him.
"So you're the other slut in the pictures. Figures. And this is Ben Spears, the man who raped my wife!" His hand tightened on the pistol grip.
"Mister, hey, listen now-"
This was a nightmare, but Francine giggled. She couldn't help it. This scene with Jill and her outraged husband didn't jibe with what Francine knew about Jill. Besides that, Ben looked so funny cowering naked there beside her. There was something fishy about the way Jill tugged at her husband's sleeve.
"What are you laughing at?" Paul snarled. "At you," Francine said, feeling brave. "At what you said. Your wife is the biggest whore this side of the Mississippi."
"You're asking for it too! That bastard raped her!"
"Only because she begged him for it," Francine spat out. "Didn't you, Jill?"
"No! No!" But Paul saw from the panic in her eyes that she'd been lying. He grew cold again. It was just like he'd thought all along.
Ben saw his chance. "If you don't believe her, look at the pictures in that drawer," he said. Paul pushed Jill toward them and kept all three of them covered while he went through the photos, one by one. She wasn't tied up in any of these. Gradually it was obvious that Jill wasn't unwilling at all. She loved it. Her face had never looked like that when he was fuck-ing her.
Until tonight. He remembered. It made sense now. Her face when he hit her.
Jill broke down. She told him everything. The real story. How she had wanted it. How it made her feel. Mr. Hubbard and his son. Everything.
Then, with a moan of total humiliation, she crawled to her husband and pulled his cock out of his pants. She took it in her mouth. The safety clicked on the gun, and he smiled bitter-ly down at his wife.
"Now, I want a repeat performance, with me first. Forget what I said about a divorce. We're going to have a long future together, you and me. Any maybe a few others. Move it, bitch."
There were only two men this time, but the fact that one of them was her husband made her pussy juice with the worst humiliation of all. In a moment Ben pushed her head into Francine's cunt and she lapped eagerly. Paul nodded his approval as Ben bound her hands and wrapped her titties. At Paul's bidding he used all chains this time.
Ben snapped them together with a padlock. He handed the key to Paul.
Jill's twisted cunt-hunger was stronger than ever before. It had been so long! Soon they had her begging and moaning, and there was new conviction in her voice.
When her husband leaned over and pinched her nipples and whispered in her ear the sexy things they were going to make her do, she came right there, kneeling on the floor eating out Francine's cunt. She had no secrets now, and the only thing left for her was to accept the pain and pleasure and ultimate fulfillment of truly belonging to her man. Her pussy shud-dered with another mind-blowing orgasm. "You understand now," Ben said.
"Of course," Paul said, taking the whip from him. "You were only giving her what she wanted. So will I, now. Who am I to stand in the way of my wife's ... new career?"
Slowly, and not for the last time, Jill's hus-band raised the whip above her quivering ass. She moaned desperately in pleading anticipation,
