Denise was horny - singing torchy songs to sex-crazed crowds always put her in the mood for sex! Sitting in her motel room with her two managers wasn't going to solve her problem - or was it? Her managers were busy talking business when Denise began to undress. She knew that she wouldn't shock them-Mark and Lenny were two horny guys. She sprawled herself out on the king-size bed and began to explore her pussy with her long fingers.
"Denise - what the fuck are you doing?" Mark asked.
"I'm horny, I need to come-if one of you guys don't help me, I'll have to do it myself." she replied.
"Don't worry-I'm sure we both can help!" Lenny laughed. The two men unzipped their flies-removing two huge cocks.
"Okay, Mark," Lenny said, "I'll take her pussy and you fuck her in the ass!"
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CHAPTER ONE
"Come on, honey. Go down on the mike. Make like it's your favorite treat and suck it all up!"
Denise threw the microphone to the floor and walked to the edge of the small stage that was built right at the entrance of Mark's plush office.
She couldn't stand it anymore.
Just one hour ago she signed a contract with Mark's agency and already he was treating her like she was nothing more than a big-titted whore.
"Who do you think you are?" she hissed. "Talking to me like that!"
"I'm your manager, you dumb bitch, and without me you're just another piece of ass! I think maybe it's time for you to learn the score." He got up from the circular oak desk and practically ran towards her.
Denise started crying. It wasn't supposed to be like this, she thought. Not after she worked so hard to get this far. She was twenty-five already and in this business that was pretty old. This was her last chance to make it big and she was blowing it. But he made her feel so cheap.
"Knock off that innocent little girl crap with me!" he said. He hooked his index finger into the loop of her shiny white hot pants and dragged her off the stage. The belt loop was on the back of her shorts and when he pulled on it the tight material cut into her thighs.
"Stop it!" Denise screamed. "What do you think you're doing?"
He laughed and dragged her backwards as fast as he could to keep her off balance. Her stiletto-sharp high heels clattered on the polished marble floor.
Denise finally came to a stop when he yanked hard on the hot pants, practically spinning her around in a circle.
She was facing a solid wall of mirrors. A dozen
images of herself were looking right back at her. Her mascara was streaked down her cheeks from all of the tears, giving her a savage but beaten look.
"Let's just see how innocent you are," Mark said. His voice was calmer now but there was still an edge to it, a cruel tone that made her shiver.
"Look at the outfit you're wearing. You didn't complain when I told you to put it on, and it sure as hell doesn't make you look innocent, baby!"
She stared at the skin tight top that grabbed at her huge pendulous tits. The iridescent maroon fabric clung to her fleshy mounds, making them stand out even more than usual.
It made her feel obscene, like her tits were on display for anyone to see. Mark's hand swooped up her side before she could stop it. His hand closed around her left tit, lifting the curvy sack in his clutching fingers. "No," she said. "Please stop!" She could feel her nipple so rigid at his touch. Helplessly, she pressed herself against his kneading fingers.
"There!" he said. "Does that look innocent?" He stared at her body in the mirror as he grasped for her other tit.
He slid behind her and all she could do was watch her image in the wall of mirrors as his hands lifted her gigantic tits up and down.
She felt his hard dick pressing into the back of her hot pants.
"Ohhhhh," she said. "No ... Come on, Mark. Don't do this to me. Ahhhhh."
She couldn't help responding to the pressure of his thick long prick. It felt like it was burning into her as she rocked her hips up and down, rubbing her firm ass cheeks all around his meat.
"Take a good look at yourself, honey," Mark said. "This is what it's all about."
Denise swayed back and forth. Her eyes half open in a dreamy state as she obeyed him and looked at her reflection. Beneath the white hot-pants she had on a pair of shimmering black tights.
Her amber hair was dyed platinum in a layered futuristic cut that all of the girl rock singers wore these days.
Her lips were splashed with that glossy white color that made it look as if a filmy coat of semen had drenched her mouth.
Denise tried to break away from him but his hands held her roughly, mauling her flesh, pulling on her, clutching at her, treating her like she existed just for his use, for his pleasure.
"You gotta stop!" Denise said. "Ohhh, you gotta ... stop ... doing this." Even as she squirmed she knew she couldn't get away from him. He wouldn't let go and she didn't want him to. It felt so good to feel his hard cock pressing into her, probing at her skintight clothes, running up and down her body.
"No, Denise," he whispered. "This is what sells, baby. Sex is the ticket. Fuck music. Fuck singing. It's tits and ass, baby, and you better learn how to use everything you got if you want to make it."
His hands slipped down into the full bare-skinned V of her top and lifted her tits up into the open. Denise shivered at the contact of his greedy palms on her erect nipples.
She turned her upper body from left to right so he could massage her tits. His fingers pressed deep down into her flesh, grabbing handfuls of tit, huge fleshy tit, and the sight of it really turned her on. She felt the wetness between her legs change from a few drops to a steady flow. "Ohhhh, do it, yeah, do it, uhhh-uhhhh-uhhhh, do it to me!"
"Okay, baby," he said, peeling off her top so that her bare tits were bobbing up and down in full view of his hungry eyes.
"Do it to me good," Denise said. "I need it. I need it and I want it! Cock. Give me a nice big prick to squirt all over me!"
He pushed her down to the floor and then stood over her, both legs straddling her crouched form. "This is the way it goes from here on in, baby. You give it away to whoever I tell you. Reporters. Record company execs. Nightclub owners. Anybody I say! Got it? Or else you can walk out that door right now."
Denise looked at the door. Then she looked all around her. At the mirrors. At the paintings. At the huge glossy posters of all the rock bands that Mark had pushed to the top. All of the girl singers, the ones who made it real big, got their start right here.
Denise wanted to be up on the wall. She wanted to be staring down from a poster with all the money and the fame that Mark could shove down her throat.
She wasn't the same girl who came into this office such a short while ago with all those foolish dreams in her head.
Denise knew what she had to do. And she knew it was only the beginning. "Anything you want..." she said. "Anything at all."
Her bare tits were hanging out of the top, jiggling up and down as she inched her way closer to his groin.
She knelt in front of him, then pushed her long hair back over her shoulders. The silky strands whispered across her skin, sending a shiver through her body.
"I want your mouth on my dick," Mark said. "Hurry up and suck the first load, honey. You got me all hot with those tits of yours."
He laughed and crouched down so he could grab at her soft swinging tits. His fingers crushed into her flesh, lifting, pulling. The pressure increased until she gasped with pain.
That's when he rubbed his bulging crotch against her face. Her lips sucked hard through his pants, mouthing the stiff prick that was pushing straight up.
"Let me suck it!" she said. "Let me shove it down my throat. Anything, Mark, anything at all." Her fingers tore at his zipper, yanking it down in one stroke. Then she reached inside and felt bare cock. It was hard and slick, wet with all of the juice that had seeped out of the throbbing tip.
Just as she opened her mouth in a wide O to slip her lips around his meat, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirrors. He was laughing at her.
His half-stiff rod dangled in front of her face, making her look sleazy and cheap. The hard slippery prick jerked in her hand, pushing towards her lips as it slid through her wet fingers.
From here on, she thought ... This is what I am, what I have to be, to make it big.
"Don't punk out on me, baby," Mark said. "You do it or else you can split right now!"
His hands grabbed her head and pushed down, guiding her lips towards his cock.
She stared at her image in the mirror, at the open-mouthed big-titted whore ready to slurp up some hard dick just to get her singing career off the ground.
"NO!" she shouted. She closed her mouth and turned her head away. Now it was really hitting her what she was doing. Now it no longer seemed so cool to please Mark.
His sticky cock pressed against her closed lips and then slid across her face. Tiny droplets of clear fluid left tracks over her cheeks.
"Give it to me now, bitch. Or get lost!"
She kept her head turned away from him, but both of his hands held her still. His fingers dug into her gleaming silvery hair and then he wrapped the silky strands around and around his palms until she was locked into place. She couldn't move her head either way without feeling her hair being pulled at the roots.
Thick pulsing cock battered away at her face. The hairy nuts that flopped out of his pants were sliding up and down on her lips.
"Mmmmph," she said. "No... I don't wanna do it to you now..." But her mouth stayed open. Even as she protested, even as she said she wouldn't do it, her lips skimmed across his long rod.
The sight of his glistening member ramming at her mouth made something click inside of her. Something switched on that she had never felt before.
"That's it, Denise. Put it into your hot sucking mouth like a good girl."
She wrapped her fingers tight around his prick and eased it onto her tongue, sucking just at the head of it, stroking the rest of the long erect tube with her dancing fingers.
"Ohhh, that's the way to eat it, baby. Ahhhh, yeah! Don't tell me you don't like it. You lick it real good, honey, you lick it like you can't get enough of it!"
Her head bobbed up and down, rocking back and forth as he churned his hips as fast as he could. The glistening meat rammed into her mouth.
"Mmmmmnn, ummmmph, mmmmmmnn," she gasped, choking and sucking on his dick at the same time. Her lips made a loud smacking sound each time she pulled her head back.
Then she let the tip of his prick rest on her lips while she nibbled on it, sucking and drooling, pumping him off with her hand.
She looked back at the mirror again and this time the same image greeted her, but this time she loved it.
Denise felt a cold thrill jump through every nerve of her body. Long dick sticking out of her mouth. Hairy sweaty nuts slapping at her squeezing palm. Wet lips opening and closing around the meat. The hard sticky meat that was fucking her face.
She no longer had to worry about making it on her own. He would do it for her. Mark would send her to the top. Mark, with his cool eyes mocking her, looking down at the girl with the huge bare tits swaying back and forth, looking down at the girl who was blowing him.
Juicing him off with her sucking mouth.
He was making her blow him. It wasn't her fault. She had to do it. She had to do whatever he said if she wanted a ticket out of her cheap sleazy life. Only now she would have to do even more sleazy things ... but only to get ahead. Only to rise to the top. Like cream. Like the cream she was churning up in his nuts, the cream she was going to suck into her busy lips.
"I'm gonna come!" he said. "I'm gonna come, yeah, I can feel it. Keep on jerking it off, honey. Jerk it and suck it! Yeah. Oooh. Blow me, baby. Blow me real good." His voice went back and forth from a whisper to a shout. He couldn't control it anymore. She was doing too much to his dick. Too much pleasure was coming from her slippery, loud, cock-slurping mouth.
Mark pushed her down to the floor so she was lying on her side. Her right tit was mashed against the cold marble tile. Her left tit was in his hand, in thick greedy fingers that squeezed in and out.
Denise moved her head from left to right, kissing off his cock while he whipped it all over her face. His nuts slapped at her mouth when he rammed his dick all the way home, stretching it deep into her throat.
He was riding her face like she was just a nice wet hole to fuck. Her head slid across the floor while he pushed her around with his throbbing prick.
"Uhhh. Yeah. Ohhh, do it. Jerk it. Come on, jerk it off on your face."
"Squirt it on me!" Denise said. Pumping his cock with her left hand, licking it with her outstretched tongue, she begged for him to come all over her, to do it, to pop his load.
His whole body went rigid. His fingers clawed into her meaty tit.
"Fuck me, you bastard!" Denise shouted. "Fuck me in the mouth. In the ass. Fuck me with your big hot cock!"
"Yeah, honey, beg for it. You know how to do it, you know how to get me off."
"Mmmmn, yeah, squirt it on me. Squirt it all over my tits."
His prick hardened even more in her hand. Then a streaming hot gob of semen splattered into her wide-open mouth. Even as the first wad dripped down her lips, down her chin in a trail of sticky white, the rest of his hot spray blasted up and down her body.
"Suck it, suck it!" He tried to shove it into her mouth but he was moving too wild, too fast. His hot cum jetted onto her cheeks, into her hair, and then, yelling and screaming, he pinned her to the floor and fucked her right tit with his cock.
Cum squirted out of the throbbing tip with every stroke. She could feel it run down her sides, she could feel it splattering all over her tit.
"You're good, baby," he said. He climbed up on top of her until his thighs straddled her shoulders. "You're gonna work out real good." He slid his wet prick in and out of the sucking hole that her lips made, fucking her face until she slurped up the last few spurts of cream.
Denise gasped for breath and swallowed the thick hot liquid when he took his prick out of her. She ran the back of her hand across her mouth, trying to wipe away the cum.
"What about me?" Denise said. She was wet and hot, aching for a good cum. She lay down on the floor and sprawled out. "Don't I get anything?" She cooed, like she was just playing around. Of course he'd do her.
"Yeah. You get your ass over my desk right now," Mark said. "That's what you get. I'm not through with you yet."
Denise stared at him. He wasn't smiling. He was looking down at her like she was a silly twit. He was tucking himself back into his pants. Standing tall over her, he reminded her of a slave master from all those old movies she'd seen on television. The cruel tyrant who whipped the slaves whenever they got out of line.
It was in his eyes. Despite his youth, despite his handsome lean face, his thousand-dollar threads, he didn't seem anything like the mild, friendly businessman that she first assumed he was. He ran his hand over his forehead, pushing back a lock of black hair that had fallen out of place.
"What are you waiting for?" he demanded.
She got up onto her hands and her knees. Her tits were coated with drying semen. She tried wiping it away with her fingers but that just smeared the cum all over her even more.
"But I thought that we would, you know, I thought you'd take care of me." Her voice cracked with tears.
"I am taking care of you. I'm teaching you the rules of the game, Denise. You give head to get ahead. You give what someone else wants. All I wanted from you was a quick suck, to let you know what it's all about." He headed back towards his desk, clearing it off in a very concentrated manner. Soon the desktop was clear except for one side where he'd pushed together all of the clutter.
"But I'm still not satisfied!" Denise shouted. She was on her feet, leaning over the desk to stick her big tits back into the top. The material stretched way out and then snapped back in, real snug around her milky jugs.
"Listen, slut. I don't care if you ever get your rocks off with me. I get off! I stick it to you, Denise. And then I give you a shot at a career. That's all it is with me. I like seeing a new face around. And ... a new ass!"
Denise felt her face turn crimson. It was strange to blush like that, right after she'd spent the last ten minutes eating his dick and swallowing his wad. But it was the realization that everything he said was true. It was all business with him. Cold, hard business. And she was the product.
Slut.
He called her a slut. And it was real close to the way she felt.
His semen was still sticky on her tits. It was still in her mouth. The thick heady taste stuck with Denise. It was always like that after sucking off a guy, she thought. It stays. The cum slithers down the throat and coats it. And then it rests on the tongue. On the lips. It was the taste of sex. The stain, the lingering stain.
"What do you want next?" Denise said. "You want a hand job? You want another suck-off? Is that how it goes? Every time you shoot your wad, I get ten points? And then when I get enough points saved up, you make me a star! Is that how it goes?" Denise crossed her arms in front of her, hiding her tits. The bastard had been watching them while she shouted.
"You're finally making sense, bitch. I knew you had it in you."
"Ohhh, you make me want to scream!" Denise shuddered. He was smiling at her.
"Yeah," he said. "I'll make you scream alright. You just wait and see!"
Denise felt like running out of his office right then and there. But then, childishly, she thought of what she did for him and how it would be all for nothing. She just sucked him off and there wasn't anything in it for her. She wanted a payoff.
"Gonna stick around?" Mark said. "Gonna stay and have some more fun with me?" "What if I left?" Denise said.
"Then I'd just get some other silly cunt with big tits, and big ideas, and I'd get her in here just like you. Within half an hour I'd have her sweet little mouth wrapped around my dick. And, baby, that's the only kind of music I really care about."
He was letting it all out in the open now. Spelling it out for her.
"Don't get me wrong, Denise," Mark said. "You suck good dick, honey. Real good." He patted his crotch and leered at her. "Yeah, I'd like to pork you a few more times this afternoon ..." He looked at his watch. "If I got the time to spare."
"You got me, you prick!" Denise said. "You know damn well you got me." She spit the words at him. And then, with just one glare back at her, Mark sent a ribbon of fire shooting through her body. It was fear and it was passion all mixed up in one quick burst. But the fire stayed inside of her and she knew there was only one liquid that could put it out. And that was cum. Gallons of it. Buckets of it. She pictured a huge river of hot jism splashing down on her, blasting out of a thick living hose. A hose that battered away at her and drenched her until she was drowning in it.
"Okay, I got you," Mark said. "Let's see what I can do with you."
He motioned for her to stay by the desk. She knew it was so he could gaze at her. So he could run his hands over her hips, between her legs, and up over her perfectly formed mounds. He was getting ready again.
But this time she knew it was going to be different. He was just toying with her. Setting her on edge. Warming her up.
Mark made several calls. She recognized the names. Big names. Names in the music biz. All of them went by just the first name. That made them stars. And maybe someday everyone would know Denise.
After Mark spent himself screaming out a few more business deals, threatening people to pay up, threatening a few musicians who never showed up for a recording session, he looked up at Denise. "Now we can take care of you in style, baby. I got the rest of the day free."
Denise thought that at last she was going to have a chance for pleasure, a chance to relieve some of that hot tension that was building up inside of her ever since she sucked him off.
Mark pressed the intercom and spoke to Beverly, the redheaded receptionist in the outer office. "Has Lenny come in yet?" he asked.
Beverly's cool crisp voice came back immediately, the tone saying she was always ready to serve Mark, always ready to cater to his whims. "He checked in ten minutes ago. Shall I send him in?"
"Yes," Mark said. He looked up at Denise. "We're ready. Aren't we?" Denise nodded. She wasn't sure who Lenny was, or what Mark was talking about, but she was ready for anything, just like Mark demanded.
A few minutes later a man in tight black pants and a white dinner jacket came into the office. His hair was just a bit too long to be in fashion. It was blond and curly, hanging down over his collar.
Dark sunglasses hid his eyes from Denise when he looked her over. She felt his meatrack-gaze, though, as it roved up and down her body, penetrating through her clinging Spandex.
"I'm pleased to meet you, Lenny," Denise said.
"How sweet!" Lenny said, smiling bright capped teeth at her. But then he turned the smile off. His thin mouth was like a knife slit when he spoke again. "Save that kind of chatter for the fans, honey."
Denise felt her face turn red. She stood there in front of the desk, not knowing what to say or do. She turned to Mark and gave him a questioning look. "This is the guy who sells you to the public, Denise," Mark said. "He shapes your image into anything he thinks will go."
"You mean like promotion, that kind of stuff?" Denise said.
"Call it anything you want," Lenny said. "I sell it all, baby, I sell your ass, your tits, your mouth, your voice, your cunt! We gotta get you known around town."
Denise felt embarrassed by the way he was talking, as if she was just a dummy, an empty shell to be programmed. But in this case, it was the shell that counted. The outside was all that mattered.
The huge firm tits.
The full rounded ass.
The long sleek thighs and now, at this very moment, the dripping wet cunt.
"When do we start?" Denise said.
Lenny's thin smile came back. The corner of his lips turned up slightly. "Ah, that's good, Denise. That's real good. I like a girl who's eager!"
"That's not what I meant!" Denise said, noticing the cruel leer on the promo man's face. "I was talking about shaping my image."
"Yeah," Lenny said. "Well, before I can do that I gotta know what I'm dealing with. You know, kinda feel my way around."
Mark laughed. He was sitting on the edge of his desk now with his arms folded.
"Okay, honey," Lenny said, "get yourself over to that couch there."
"What is this, some kind of joke?" Denise asked. She tried to laugh it off. "First you, then him?"
Lenny slid the white jacket off his shoulders and threw it down on the desk.
"Come on, Denise," he said, grabbing her hand. "I'm gonna show you that I don't ever fool around."
CHAPTER TWO
Denise was propelled across the room by a cold hand in the small of her back. Lenny shoved her over to a black-cushioned couch.
Denise tumbled onto the couch and then curled up her legs so that her knees were practically touching her tits.
Lenny laughed at her. "No time for that crap, little Miss Goody-Two-Shoes." He swept her legs out from under her so that her feet once again touched the floor.
He unbuckled his belt, then unzipped his pants. His hands pushed the black pants down to his thighs and then rolled down his tight underwear.
"Give it a few licks before I fuck you, honey. I want to check out your technique."
She stared at the long drooping prick hanging in front of her face. Her hand reached out for it and then stroked up and down on the slippery skin.
"Mmmmmn," he said. "Mark was right. You do have talent!" His cock stiffened in her grasp. The thick head protruded from her fist. A good four inches of meat went from her closed hand down to the base of his cock.
Denise bent her head forward and opened her lips. Even as she led the throbbing meat to her mouth it grew even more. Driblets of clear liquid seeped out of the thin slit at the end of his knob. Her pink tongue snaked out of her mouth and dabbed at his cockhead. Then she swirled her tongue all around, licking the wet growing surface of his prick.
Her hands went from his cock to his nuts. The heavy sacks were full in her hands, twitching from her greedy fingers.
She heard the sounds then, the sounds that all men made when she sucked them off. It was a low growl from deep inside.
"Mmmmn, do it, baby, do it. Yeah, suck it off, oooh, suck it off!"
Denise bobbed her head back and forth, pounding dick in and out of her lips. Jerking it, sucking it, worshiping it with her juicy mouth.
"Go baby, yeah, work on it, oooh, you do it, good. Damn, you suck like a hundred-dollar trick!"
Lenny wrapped both hands around her gleaming hair and pulled her close so that his prick split her lips all the way apart.
She concentrated on pleasing him. Only now, only when his cock was in her mouth did he stop mocking her, insulting her. She didn't feel like a shy awkward little girl anymore. She figured that if she made him feel real good, if she juiced him off like a pro, then maybe later he wouldn't be so cruel.
But even then, in the back of her mind she knew it was only a pipe dream. Lenny wouldn't change just because of her. No, he was the type that used and used and used and then threw you away.
He pushed down on her shoulders, roughly grabbing at them, and then he slid his hands under the tight top so he could get at her braless tits.
The creamy flesh valley parted as both of his hands tugged at her jugs, lifting them while his palms rolled over her nipples.
She shivered at the contact. Another wave of lust burst deep inside her and seemed to flood down through her entire body until finally the dam of pleasure broke and seeped out of her cunt.
Denise was close to orgasm. She was wet and hot and getting hotter. But she needed something. She needed a hand, a cock, a mouth to feast on her pussy and call forth all that cum ready to gush.
Then it was like something hard and blunt slapped her across the head, making her freeze in position.
"Turn on the camera, will you, Mark? I think we can get something good here."
Denise wanted to scream, but she was held in place by Lenny's strong hands, and by the hands of fear that stilled her deep inside.
All along she had forgotten about Mark. It was like he wasn't even there. But now she realized how closely he'd been watching while she sucked on Lenny's stiff dick.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Mark pushing a wheeled cabinet across the smooth shining floor. It was a videotape unit, a top of the line VHS with deck and camera.
Denise struggled, trying to push away from Lenny, but all she could do was squirm.
"Relax, honey, uhhh, yeah, just you calm down a bit, ummmmmn, ummmn, while I explain." His rock-hard prick slid over her tongue and prodded deep into her throat. It battered at her mouth, moving wetly in and out so that Denise made a popping, slurping sound each time his sticky knob lathered her lips.
"Listen to the man if you know what's good for you, Denise," Mark said.
"That's right, baby. You can leave any time you want to. If you really want to. But remember, it's all over for you, then." Lenny rocked his hips back and forth, looking down at her with a grin on his face.
His black sunglasses showed a reflection of her bobbing head as the strokes of his dick made her rock back and forth.
Lenny shuddered. He grabbed his cock and stroked it up and down so that his fist rubbed against her lips. While he jerked himself off, the tip of his prick throbbed and jumped inside her mouth. His hairy nuts rolled back and forth. The swaying sack was hot and sweaty, bouncing slickly across her grasping fingers.
She wouldn't let go. She couldn't let go. Just the threat of being cut off from a shot at the big time made her stay there, victim to his mouth-sticking cock.
There was no way out.
The camera was turned on, aimed directly at her.
"It's all part of the business," Lenny said.
She arched her head back at an angle and took his swollen cock out of her mouth. "Please," she said. "Don't make me do this. Not in front of the camera!"
He reached down and lifted her chin up with his free hand while his other hand pointed his long stiff dick back at her mouth.
"It's a demo tape," he said. "Hell, we gotta make videotapes nowadays, and while we're at it, we might as well slip in a good scene here and there."
Lenny didn't give her any more chance to talk by shoving his prick back into her lips, making her take it all the way down her throat.
Denise couldn't help sneaking a look at the camera every now and then while hard meat pounded in and out of her slurping lips.
She knew that all the rock bands had videotapes now. It was part of the scene. The band did their act on tape, hamming it up with special effects, and then it made the rounds of theaters and television networks.
But those tapes were done by professionals. In studios. Not here on a couch, sucking off a stiff wet prick.
It was just their way of humiliating her, getting her under control.
"Ohhh, that's enough, baby," Lenny said. "Don't suck it too hard. I don't want to blow my load yet. You can swallow another wad later on. For now I want some skin!"
He pulled his cock out of her mouth and then finished undressing. He took off everything but his shirt and tie.
His long slick gleaming cock stuck up at an angle, pulsing, throbbing, full of cum ready to shoot into her.
"Get on all fours for me. Now!"
"Take it easy!" Denise shouted.
"I'll take it any way I want!" He grabbed her and turned her around on the couch so that she was on her knees, with her arms balanced over the end of the couch.
He crouched down behind her and held her by the seat of her pants. Lenny's hands tugged at the bottoms of her hot pants, inching them downward real slow. At the same time he positioned himself behind her so that his rock-hard cock slid between her legs.
Denise instinctively clutched his prick with her thighs, trapping the wet throbbing stick so she could ride it back and forth.
"Get ready for my dick, honey," Lenny said. "Get ready for my fucking dick!"
"Uhhhh," Denise sighed. She couldn't help but get ready for him. The camera was trained on her body. And Mark was just behind the unit, watching very calmly as Lenny went to work on her flesh.
Lenny's fingers found bare skin as they rolled down the tight elastic band of her hot pants and her tights at the same time. With a quick whipping motion he pulled them both down to her thighs.
And then he steamed into her hole with his prick.
"Owwww!" she shouted. Denise was slammed forward from the force of his stroke. Her tits pressed against the arm of the couch while her hips pointed straight up in the air and her ass suddenly felt hot flesh.
"Here it is, honey, nice and hot and hard, just for you, baby, uhhh, yeah, uhhh, this is how you get places, baby." He laughed while he cruelly drove his dick in and out of her wet slit. His full weight sank down onto her so that his hairy gut hugged her back, and his groin hugged her bare ass, humping and diving right into her.
"Ohhhh, yess, ohh, fuck yes!" Denise screamed. At last, after sucking off another man, she was getting fucked. She was getting juiced up her cunt.
She jerked her hips up and down, pulling on his prick with her tight cunt, taking it way in, wiggling from left to right, riding it and fucking it, screaming like a wild woman, screeching out her pleasure as hard dick filled her hungry hole.
Then off came her top, the hard way. He pushed down hard, ripping open the V that snugly held in her tits, yanking it down so that it cut tightly into her flesh.
But her tits were in the open and that was all he cared about, her big jiggling tits. Immediately his palms pressed into her flesh, lifting up on the soft swaying sacks, and then his fingers closed tight.
He squeezed and milked her tits in the same rhythm that he fucked her, pulling hard on them while his dick slithered up into her cunt, and then squeezing and fondling them softly while he pulled his prick out of her hole.
Then his nuts slapped against her backside again. And again.
The hard arrow-like thrusts increased in speed and intensity. He whipped his cock in and out, in and out, down and down and down, piling into her soft wet slit all the way.
"Come on, move, move your ass!"
"Uhhh, uhhh," Denise groaned, raising her head, supporting her upper body on her forearms, pushing up, pushing back, taking hard dick further and further into her cunt. She lifted up so that he could get at her tits easier, so he could squeeze the sweet flesh as she jiggled her tits from left to right.
His hands pushed down on the small of her back, swimming all over her skin until they moved back to her tits where they grasped and pulled.
Denise turned her head over her shoulder ... to watch him, to watch his lips curl into a sneer as he fucked her, as he looked down at her shaking ass, at her quivering bare flesh. She looked up at the dark shades, trying to see what flashed from his eyes.
But it was no use.
It was like a mask he hid behind while he used her, while he fucked her hard in the cunt.
"Go, baby, slam yourself on that dick!" His lips curled up into a smile and his gleaming white teeth beamed down at her. "Come on, honey," he purred. "Come on and stick yourself on it."
Then he grunted and rammed it into her pussy again.
"Ohhh," she said. "Ohhh, fuck, it's so, so fucking, fucking hard, baby, so fucking big, in me, in me, uhhhh, it's so good the way it fills me ... Uhhh, uhhh, yeah, yeah, do it, do it hard to me!"
Lenny gripped her hips and yanked back on her. His hard prick pinned her then, sliding all the way into the soft wet dripping hole.
"Uhhhh," he groaned. "Uhhhh." Each grunt came when he roughly slammed her back onto his cock, pushing in at the same time.
"Ohhhh," Denise sighed. "Ohhhh, fuck it, yeah, fuck it hard!"
"Uhhh, bitch, take it, take it, I'll give you fucking hard if you want it." He lifted up on her hips, digging into her flesh with his fingernails, gripping her, imprisoning her with his hands.
Then he rammed dick deep into her cunt. Down and down and then when it was in as far as it could go he pulled up on her. His hands moved around to her front and then dropped down to her thighs. He parted them more and then he pulled up on her thighs, jamming her lower body so hard that she had to gasp. Filling her with cock.
Ramming her with slick wet throbbing dick.
He gave it to her hard, so hard that she couldn't move at all, so hard that she had to open her mouth and gasp away the pain, and the pleasure.
"Coming, coming, coming, right into you, bitch. Uhh, I'm gonna fill you up with it." He grunted out a cum-spurting groan and pulled back on her shoulders, bending her body backwards in a taut fleshy arc. Her curved back strained with the pressure.
But her cunt was flooded with pleasure.
Thick hot ribbons of cream shot up inside her pussy, boiling and shooting, wad after wad, creaming her up with a steady flow of semen.
"Mmmmmn, mmmn, fuck it, fuck my cunt," she shouted, "fuck it hard!"
Imprisoned by his grasp, by his cock, by his spurting creaming dick, Denise jiggled her hips from left to right so she could milk his cock, milk out all that hot thick juice that sent her off in wave after wave of ecstasy.
He released his hold on her shoulders, enough to let her ride her cunt up and down on his prick. She writhed and squirmed and battered her hot wet hole onto his slippery and spitting meat.
"Ohhhh, it's good, it's so fucking good, creaming in me, uhhhh, creaming into my cunt. OHHHH, FUCK, I'M GETTING IT, AHHH, I'M GETTING IT!"
Denise screamed and sighed and rocked with spasms of hot flowing pleasure. She bit her lip with pain, with pleasure, with ecstasy as his dick rammed her over and over, pushing in and out of her drippy clinging hole.
Her cunt tightened around Lenny's cock. She held it there as her cum dripped out of her in torrents, washing down onto his hot prick.
Denise gasped as her clit throbbed and got hard and her cum poured and poured out of her cunt. She banged her ass back against Lenny's churning hips. She purred with juicy contentment as his nuts slapped away at her flesh, as his throbbing jumping prick splashed into her with every stroke.
"Ummm, more, baby, more," she said. "Squirt it into me, ohhh, fuck, squirt it into me."
"Take it, honey, take it all!" Lenny propped her up on his cock, nearly lifting her up in the air, poking her cunt with his draining prick, swimming all over her bare asscheeks with his clutching fingers.
He pried into her flesh with his hands, pushing her cheeks apart, then pulling out of her cunt.
In the next instant she felt his wet cock flopping on top of her, resting between her cheeks. It coated her with semen, the hot dripping semen that oozed out of his throbbing cockhead.
Denise moved her hips up and down, taking care of his prick, teasing out the last few drops.
Then she collapsed, putting her head down on the soft arm of the couch while Lenny worked away at her from the back, moving her body from left to right, prodding her with his dick.
"Faster, honey, move your ass just a little faster. That's it, work it all around my dick .. ." He methodically pounded away at her, working himself up to another hard-on. "Ever have it off with two guys at the same time?" Lenny said, still kneeling behind her.
"No," Denise said in a low voice.
"It's time you learned, then, baby. It's time you learned."
Mark laughed. And suddenly Denise realized that he had been moving closer all the while. And he was hard, hard from watching her get dicked from behind.
"Come on," she said. She let her voice plead a bit, thinking they would be a bit easier on her. "Haven't I done enough for you already?"
"Honey, you can never do enough to my dick. You know that." Mark let his words pour out like honey, just like the honey he was going to spill down into her throat.
Denise looked at the bulge in his pants.
Then she looked at the bulge in her lips as he whipped out his dick and stuffed it into her face.
His prick held her in place as she got fucked from the rear at the same time. Two pricks pummeled away at her, two hard pricks. She sucked and fucked with every gasping breath. And she tried to close out the voices that mocked her, the voices that coldly discussed her tits, her mouth, her ass, her cunt, every inch of her flesh.
They were preparing their marketing strategy.
How to peddle her ass around town, how to make her a big star.
"A shooting star," Lenny said, letting loose another load into her, coming and laughing and creaming her up with a hot dose of semen.
Then her mouth was full, full and dripping. Hard dick hammered and spit and creamed and fucked her lips until the thick quivering cockhead was trapped in her throat, spitting and spitting wad after wad.
Prick fucked her lips and cheeks over and over, coating her tongue and the roof of her mouth with sticky gobs of hot white cream.
They kept her going until their cocks and her mouth couldn't take it anymore. Then they changed their tone. The two of them were relatively nice.
They gave her a drink and treated her like she was a human being again, but one who had an awful lot to learn if she was ever going to make it.
"No joke, honey," Lenny said. "We're just getting you ready. What happened a little while ago is mild compared to what you're going to face."
Mark stared at her. "Glad you joined up with my agency?"
Denise shrugged. She was putting herself back together, trying to erase the humiliation she felt.
"You can still back out," Lenny said. "But if you don't, you can get ready for a trip to the zoo, honey, a trip to the fucking zoo."
"I'm ready," Denise said. Her tongue snaked out and dabbed at some dried cum on her lower lip. "You can bet your ass on that."
"No," Lenny said. "You got it wrong, Denise. We're betting your ass."
CHAPTER THREE
The unveiling took place three weeks later in a small rock club on the upper West Side.
It was a private party for people in the industry. Important people. The kind who could buy and sell an act, the kind who could make or break Denise.
By the end of the first set most of them wanted to make her. She was dressed in a leather halter that crisscrossed her tits, covering the top of them, but leaving the wide round bottoms exposed.
The leather straps wrapped around her neck like a collar. She had a jet-black micro skirt that flashed her flesh-toned panties with every move of her body.
Her hair was teased, fluffy and brilliant silver, making her look just like a doll, an expensive doll that everyone in the audience wanted to play with.
Lenny had groomed her inch by inch, leer by leer, until she was the spitting image of all the other dark-eyed sirens strutting their ass in front of a rock band. Singing and swinging and most of all, promising... promising a thrill that the audience wouldn't ever forget.
Now she was giving it to them.
She writhed across the stage, pumping the mike in her hand, shaking her ass, shaking her tits, letting her jiggling flesh bathe under the brilliant lights that followed her hip-twitching strut.
She had the audience in her palm. Her squeezing palm. As she sang she whipped her hand up and down an imaginary cock, bringing the hard ghostlike prick to orgasm, shaking it, shaking it toward her face, opening her mouth to suck up the juice, to scream and sing with ecstasy.
Out there in the darkness she saw nothing but shadowy and still forms. Instead of moving to the music, they sat at their table, tossing down their drinks, lighting their cigarettes and their joints.
It was a closed party.
Anything goes at a closed party, Lenny had told her. Anything. You just make sure you go with it, he added. And by now she knew what he meant.
He was an excellent coach. A demanding prick who coached her in every flesh move she could make.
The dyed platinum chick on stage gave everyone what they came for. A show that got them involved, that got them hungry for more.
Denise put the hard in hard rock.
She sang old classic torch songs, but with a difference. The beat was meaner and harder and the lyrics were always changed .. . "Lust for Sale."
Instead of blues she moaned the black-and-blue stuff, vamping it up, a leather lover's delight.
The night passed in a blur of drinks and drugs, set to set, and always there were the asides, the hurried conversations when some club owner whispered to her and pulled her away from the crowd during a backstage break. She couldn't keep track of how many times her ass was grabbed, how many times she was promised a place to showcase her act.
As long as she was willing to showcase her ass in a private meeting with the owner, she could get a job.
Maybe it wasn't like that with other girls getting into the business, but it was the only way for a girl connected to Mark's agency.
Hot Licks, Inc. followed a tried and true method when it came to building up an act.
Give the audience what they want, but first give the club owners what they want. And now, Denise was launching that first attack.
Ten minutes before the last set of the night she let a guy in a black suit get some tit off her in a corner of the dressing room. He stayed after all the others were cleared out of the room.
First his arm went around her shoulders as he told her how much he liked her act. Then his hand dropped down to her side. "You know what else I like about you?" he said.
Denise smiled a fake sweet smile. "No, but I bet you're gonna tell me. Aren't you?"
His hand cupped the bottom of her right tit, lifting it up and down in his kneading fingers. "Yeah," he said. "I like these!" He swooped his other hand around and grasped her left tit. Both hands pushed up on her jugs, slipping under the leather straps until his fingers pressed down onto her nipples.
She stood perfectly still even as he rubbed himself against the back of her short skirt. Denise was willing to put up with anything that came her way, even a cheap feel like this.
"What do you say?" he asked, digging into her large fleshy mounds.
"Mmmmmn," she said. She pushed back against him this time, bouncing her hips up and down, inching herself onto his hardening prick.
The man was about thirty and already he was into his successful hotshot businessman act. Young and always looking for the next place to score.
Denise knew she was that place.
She really knew it when he handed her a business card, naming his nightclub and his personal number. "I wish we could get together tonight, honey. But I got business. You come around on Wednesday night, say about seven, before it gets busy, and, uh ... " He gave her tits another squeeze and headed toward the door.
". . .Then we'll get into this a lot further."
She took the card and dropped it into her purse by the make-up mirror.
At the same time she caught a quick glance of herself in the mirror. Her face was painted, gaudy with bright-red cheeks, her eyes sultry and wicked with black mascara ... long lashes ... thin brows ... and the lips were that lustrous white color again. The color of semen, gleaming glowing white that looked wet. Her smile was the smile of a woman used to supping on cock.
Fuck it, she thought. There was no choice, no other way. She had to play the game. She made it this far and she was going to make it all the way.
She leaned forward and leered at herself. Her big tits dropped down as her arms pushed them together. The milky globes strained at the leather straps.
"Hey!"
The shout took her by surprise and brought her out of the reverie. It was Lenny. He walked up behind her and slapped her on the ass, giving her cheeks a quick feel. "What are you doing? Falling in love with yourself in that mirror?"
"Maybe," she said, in a "fuck you" tone of voice.
"Well, you want them to fall in love with you, honey. Them!" He pointed out toward the stage, toward the audience. "They're the ones who count."
"What am I supposed to do? Fuck everybody in the place?" Denise practically shouted at him. "One at a time, honey, one at a time ... and believe me, before your career takes off, you probably will fuck everybody in the place." His hand slid down her ass, then down farther until his fingers parted her legs. He rubbed her cunt, idly, bored, twitching at her juiced panties with his thumb and forefinger.
Denise stood there and took it. But she shuddered at the - same time. She shuddered from the casual manner in which he invaded her body.
"Put some more of this into the act, honey. We've got them, but any bitch can do what you do, flash some tit, sing some suck songs. You wanna catch them now, you wanna make them remember you! Know what I mean?"
Denise rocked her hips back and forth. She was turned on by his sliding fingers, by the thought of that crowd out there all waiting for her to come out again, to come out and entertain them with her body.
"You wanna fuck me?" she said, giving in to the constant rubbing, the cold cunt-tickling fingers.
"No. Them, baby," Lenny said. "Haul your ass out there and do it to them."
"Mmmmmn," she moaned, agreeing with him, but wanting to get a bit more of a feel, wanting those fingers of the promo man to stroke her up a few more rungs on the ladder to orgasm, a ladder he was making her climb.
"You ready to do it?" he said.
Denise nodded. She reached behind her and cupped his cock, giving it a squeeze through the dark pants. Then she slid her hand lower and grabbed at his nuts. "Sure you don't want to stick it in me before I go out there?"
"Nah," he said. "You forget, Denise, I can have you anytime I want you. Not just when you're in the mood."
She took her hand away from him as if he had just slapped her in the face.
But his hand stayed where it was, between her legs, under her skirt, moving and prodding, turning her on, fingering her juicy cunt through her panties.
"There's been a bit of a change when you go back out there," he said. "The unofficial word is that they like you but you need something extra ... so the band is keyed into a little stunt I wanna pull. You just go along with them, okay, baby? And I mean go along, with anything!"
"Okay," Denise said. "You know I'll do it, no matter what it is. You've proved that already, you bastard. Fuck, how many times have I sucked you off! How many times have I sucked off some other guy just 'cause you thought it would do me some good!"
"Not enough, baby," he said. "It's never enough. Not until you call the shots, honey. Not until you can call the shots. Then you'll know you've paid your dues."
Denise stepped away from the make-up mirror, away from his hand between her legs.
Lenny grabbed her by the chin. "You remember that, bitch! Now go out there and do what I want you to do. Go out there and shake your fucking ass off! And when the time comes, you just do what the band wants you to. Got it?"
Denise nodded. She pushed the bright silvery bangs out of her face. Bright platinum hair, she thought. Fake, just like the rest of her. Fake talent. Fake act. Fake everything except the one thing that mattered. Slut, she thought. That part about her act wasn't fake.
Not anymore.
Denise went back out on stage. She sang a couple of songs before she found out just what Lenny had planned for her and for the audience.
All of a sudden the band changed the beat during a slow blues number she was singing.
Boom.
Everyone stopped playing except the drummer.
Boom ... the sticks chattered across the snare in a slow build-up to a stripper tune.
The audience of night-club owners all started applauding. Screaming. Screaming for her. Screaming for the hot chick in the leather outfit to start stripping.
She stopped. She stared. She gripped the microphone hard until her knuckles were white.
"Do it, honey, do it!" someone in the front shouted. It spread from table to table. The band picked up the beat. The long wailing saxophone. The steady snap of the snare drums and the hard thump of the bass propelled the band along, spitting out a demanding wall of sound.
"Do it, baby, do it, show your stuff, BJ, do it!"
That was Lenny, shouting out loud, Lenny who gave her the stage name BJ. The backup band was called the Extortions, a group of studio musicians who played anything at all, as long as the money was right.
BJ and the Extortions.
The name was thought up by Lenny after a late-night session with Denise. He wanted some- thing that sounded New Wave, something that promised sex and thrills in the act.
And now here she was, in the flesh almost, while the Extortions cooked out a slinky strip number.
Denise stood there, turning a deep red. She looked out at the sea of faces staring back at her. All of them seemed like sharks now, cold sharks' faces that wanted to see her ass, her tits, who didn't give a damn about the music. It was all a business to this crowd. Business and pleasure. Denise, as BJ, had to supply both.
"Come on, you dumb bitch," the guitarist said, stepping behind her. "Do it, go with the act."
She stepped away from him.
He prodded her ass with the guitar.
The crowd loved it.
The neck of the guitar whipped against Denise's backside, slapping at her ass just beneath the short skirt. "Strip, will you, dammit, this can make us big, you jerk!"
Denise stared at the guitarist. His name was Jimmy and up until now she thought he was nice, relatively nice. But now on stage, he was all ice. It was in his dark eyes, hidden partially by his long stringy black hair. This was his chance to make it, to break out of the studio musician scene, to make it as an act.
She was the ticket.
She was the key.
And she was also the obstacle as she stood there dumbly, terrified of what was going to happen.
"It's only a gig, now don't blow it. Don't you blow it!" Jimmy hissed at her above the music. "Come on, or I'll do it for you. Strip. Strip!"
The lights glared down upon her, illuminating her body, wet and sleek from the fright that gripped her. It was one thing to act like a whore for a man in private ... it was quite another to expose herself in front of a crowd.
Then it was decided for her.
A strong hand gripped her shoulders and clamped down hard into her skin.
The guitarist forced her down on her knees, pushing, shoving her down in the middle of the stage. She still gripped the microphone in her hand, uselessly clutching it as if it was still part of the act.
The crowd went wild, shouting and clapping, thinking this was all worked out ahead of time. But it wasn't rehearsed at all.
Denise was scared but she had to go through with it. She had to let it happen to her. Just like Lenny told her to. Just like she was trained.
The guitarist lifted up on the leather harness while the rest of the band played strip music. Then he yanked hard, pulling the black crisscross straps off her.
Denise's bare tits were freed, exposed, jiggling and swaying in front of a hundred hungry eyes. She tried to cover herself at first but that just made them all the more hungry, leering at her, watching her struggle with her nudity as the guitarist stood menacingly in front of her.
He batted her arm away.
Half naked, her short skirt hiked up to her hips, Denise crawled across the floor.
It was an act, a hard act, but it would really get the audience going. She knew that Lenny had spoken to the band sometime earlier and worked this out with them.
Worked out the S&M bit that she was a part of.
Denise rolled on the stage, spinning over and over, letting her big tits flop and shake and jiggle, letting her skirt fly high over her thighs, high over her ass so the audience could see everything they wanted.
BJ and the Extortions.
Live, on stage, acting out the fantasies that all the men wanted to see.
Jimmy stood in front of her now. The bass player stood behind her, barring any escape.
She clung to his leg, letting her tits stick way out, stretching like a cat on stage, pulling up on his leg. Dimly she could hear the laughter in the audience. Nervous laughter, a release caused by what she was doing. There would be another release soon.
A sexual one.
She'd been teasing the crowd all night, and she'd been teased the same way by Lenny in her dressing room, by that nightclub owner, and now, by herself, by herself on stage. And even though it was partially nothing but play-acting, at the same time it was real. In front of everybody.
In front of the whole sick crew in the rock club. Watching and waiting for the climax to the show.
It wasn't a concert. It was a peep show. Half-naked, big-titted Denise, posing as some platinum-haired star named BJ, getting mistreated by the Extortions.
"Ohhhhh," she groaned, loud enough to be picked up by the microphone now lying on the floor. "Ohhhhh, please, please, don't. . .Ohhhhhhhh." The guitarist smiled.
He reached down and grabbed Denise by the hair, tilting her face up. It was just hard enough to do the job, not hard enough to hurt her ... if she went along with the act. She let him pull on her hair until she was up to her knees. Her head was level with his crotch.
His hand suddenly moved down to the back of her head and pulled her close, shoving her face right against his hard prick as it strained against his pants.
There was a collective groan in the crowd, a shudder of shock and joy at the same time, pleased at how far the act was going.
Then the bass player crept up behind her. The band picked up the beat, louder and louder, playing strip music, hard-edged strip music.
Her skirt was lifted up, up over her ass. She was pushed down on all fours now with one man in front, one man in back.
She felt the bass player press against her from the back, crouching down to rub up to her exposed ass. The man in front of her had her head imprisoned with both hands and he pulled at her head.
Denise followed along with it, bobbing her head up and down, back and forth, mimicking the act of sucking off a stiff prick in her mouth.
And it wasn't all that far from what was happening. Jimmy's stiff dick was pushing at her mouth and she could feel the length of it rubbing against her lips. But it was safe ... so far. So far they weren't carrying the act to the extreme, making her perform all the way.
They turned her all of a sudden, away from the audience. Jimmy's lean frame hid her from sight. He spread his legs wide, though, and she knew the people in the front tables could see her bare tits jiggling and swaying.
But they couldn't see her mouth.
And they couldn't see the guitarist's prick sticking out of the top of his pants. He had managed to unzip himself in a quick stroke.
Now the throbbing head of his cock was out in the open. Glistening at the tip, leaking clear drops of cock juice all primed for her mouth.
"Do it," he said. "Go ahead and do it!"
Denise looked up at him. He was serious. He was so caught up in the act, so caught up in stripping her that it was no longer just an act.
He wanted her.
He wanted to fuck her mouth right on stage.
"I can't!" Denise shouted. "Are you crazy? They'll see me."
"They can't see it from here. Go ahead, they'll just think you're faking it." He slipped his hand down to his pants and pulled the front wide open. His zipper sank all the way down and his cock popped out in front of her face. It was long and rigid, long and wet, bobbing at an angle just right for her mouth, just right to grab and suck and swallow.
"I can't ... " Denise said. "They'll know what's going on, they will. .. No, I can't. . ."
Right at that moment, as she hesitated, another member of the band came to the center of the stage. There was a camera in his hand. He was trying not to laugh as he carried out his part of the charade.
He snapped a picture of her kneeling there with her tits sticking out, with her mouth half open in shock, half open in hunger.
She was inches away from the hard cock aimed at her lips. It tilted slightly, up and down, but always on target, always ready to slip into her white glossy lips, always ready to add more cream to her mouth.
There was another bright flash, pinning her in the light, pinning her as she stared at the camera with a dazed look on her face.
The Extortions, Denise thought. This was the gimmick. Catching her in the act. Snapping photos of her with a hard dick in front of her face.
BJ and the Extortions. It would work. Deep inside she knew the gimmick would work.
But now, right now it wasn't a gimmick. Even as the rest of the band played on, Denise was pushed from behind. The bass player stepped closer and closer, forcing her to inch forward on her knees.
And then there was a cock at her face. Straight up, wet, sticky, riding up and down on her lips. And above her stood Jimmy, his eyes glazed, staring down at her, rocking his hips back and forth.
He was fucking her mouth, center stage. And the other man was behind her, shoving her, holding her in place from the back while the third man clicked picture after picture.
Her lips opened.
Cock fucked her mouth.
It stuck inside her and battered at the roof of her mouth, then pushed inward. The hard curving meat jumped onto her tongue.
Hands pushed down on her head. Fingers entwined themselves in her brilliant silver hair, manipulating her so that she had to follow the direction of the gripping hands. Up and down. Up and down.
Hard meat rammed her wet lips, slipping inside. She sucked. She sucked so he would come and it would be over with. She licked and drooled and swallowed cock, taking it all the way down her throat.
Her bare tits jiggled and swayed and jumped while she sucked and sucked and took all the prick he could give her.
"Uhhhh, uhhhh, do it, baby, do it, suck on that fucking cock ... Ohhhh, ohhh yeah, it's fucking great. Uhhh, uhhh, it's so fucking good to stick it in your mouth!" He rocked his hips back and forth.
She pictured how it must have looked to the audience. The legs bucking up and down. The hands clutching at her. The cock going in and out, the hard arrow of quivering flesh stabbing at her.
The audience couldn't tell for sure if it was simulated or if it was really happening.
They were moving closer to the stage, talking, laughing, inching forward to see what was going oh. The noise level rose as the act commenced.
Above the music there was a general stirring, an excited murmur that swept the crowd.
And on stage Denise knew just how real it was. Her lips smacked a mile a minute on the cock fucking her face. Her cheeks bulged every few seconds as she took all of his prick inside of her and sucked on it.
And then her lips formed that sliding O as his prick made the journey out of her mouth, back, back all the way so she could nibble on the throbbing end of his drippy stick.
"She's doing it! She's really doing it!" The cry came from the audience. Someone from the front table was shouting, spreading the word. "She's sucking him off, she's actually sucking him off!"
There seemed to be nothing else but the sound of hard wet dick smacking into her lips. Louder and louder. And then she realized one of the guys in the band was holding a mike close to her.
Her lips, sucking and drooling on Jimmy's lip-splitting dick, were being piped into the sound system, louder and louder, providing a juicy soundtrack to the rest of the strip music.
"Ohhhh, ohhhhh, suck, SUCK!" Jimmy shouted.
Just then he blasted off into her mouth. A hot wad of cream flew over her tongue in a thick gob. It streamed down her throat in a steady spurt, gushing, gushing, splattering the insides of her mouth, driving all the way down inside.
Denise tilted her head down, resting both hands on his thighs, taking his cum into her mouth. Sucking it, swallowing it as it flowed into her.
He bucked and rammed against her, and emptied his prick. Then he was done.
He was through fucking her face. He pulled out his wet sticky cock and then tucked it back into his pants. That's when he stepped away from her.
That's when she was naked on stage in front of all those mocking, hungry eyes.
With cum dripping down her chin.
With her face flushed from all that sucking. With her hand sliding across her chin, over her lips to wipe off all the cream.
It was dribbling down onto her tits, the thick load of cum. She noticed it now, she noticed how covered, how stained she was with all that semen.
On her tits. On her big fucking bare tits. She rubbed her milky jugs until the filmy liquid had smeared all over them ... and then the crowd went wild, then the crowd went nuts, screaming and yelling for her.
She made it.
The act was a success.
Denise was a hit with them all. A big fucking hit, and she knew how they were all going to come for her after seeing her like this . .. and she knew how they were all going to get her. All the nightclub operators, all the plain old operators who wanted a piece of the action.
Her action.
Her sucking action.
The lights went out then and the stage was bathed in soothing darkness. She wasn't aware of anything except that last image of the crowd staring at her, transfixed with awe and desire.
And then she was being helped off the stage. Picking up her halter was the guitarist, who flung it over his shoulder and then walked behind her, herding her with the other members of the band.
She was their ticket.
Every one of them knew it, every one of them was sold on her now. If ... If she followed through. If she delivered the goods.
If she did what was needed, playing the crowd for suckers, sucking the crowd, sucking everybody, then they would all make it to the top.
They were, all in the dressing room now, screaming and shouting and laughing. Wine bottles, beer bottles, and the sweet smell of smoke passed through the room.
And through her.
"We did it, we fucking did it," Jimmy said. "We got it made, baby. We got it fucking made!"
He was holding her tight, then he was picking her up, and then she was whirled around the room by one after the other.
She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Wild-eyed in the beginning of the celebration. Then dreamy-eyed. Then, hungry-eyed.
All that excitement of being on stage, baring herself in front of so many people, exposing her tits, and more, exposing her mouth, her mouth sucking on cock, swallowing up cum ... it got to her. She needed release.
She was on fire, she was ready to go, and then she saw how the band was ready to go, ready to welcome her aboard at last.
She was on the dressing table. Propped up on the desk with her legs hanging over.
Her skirt was up to her waist.
Her panties were down on her ankles.
The bass player was in front of her, guiding his round cock into her cunt, running it along her thighs, squeezing out a few drops of clear liquid. Then it was in her.
"Uhhhh," she said. "I want it, I fucking want it. I want it all!" She lurched backward, taking his cock, gasping as the hard throbbing meat filled her.
And then she leaned back against the make-up mirror. She was caught up in a boozy, druggie ride, everything seemed so right, so fucking, sucking right.
Even the way the band members were lining up, ready to get their fill.
Actually, she thought, they were ready to get her filled. Ready to juice her up with cum. But she was ready for them, too, for anyone, and anything.
She lifted her ass up and down, piling herself onto hard ramming cock. It felt so good as it eased into her slit, running in and out of her hairy cunt.
Wetness seeped out of her. It was her own juice, thick and pouring. Hot, hot and wet, hot and sticky. She was hot all over and there was only one kind of liquid that could put out the flame inside her.
Cum.
Buckets of white hot shining gleaming cum. She purred. She purred and cooed and gasped and then she groaned. She was coming.
Coming all over the bass player's cock. All over his spitting prick. With each thud of cream against her pussy wall, each splash of jetting semen, Denise grunted. She grunted like an animal yielding to her passion, giving in.
Gratification.
Satisfaction.
Pleasure, a reward for all she'd gone through, all she was going to face from here on in. Now, in her drugged mind, in her liquor-kissed brain, she was doing what was right, she was doing what came naturally.
She was getting her brains fucked out in the dressing room of a sleazy nightclub.
She was getting fucked over and over, one after the other. The guys in the band, strangers to her all along, were now doing it to her.
Fucking her cunt, fucking her mouth, fucking her everywhere they could put it, everywhere she could take it. Denise spent herself in orgasm so many times that she couldn't keep track.
Denise was down on the floor, kneeling between hairy legs, stuffing her lips with cock. She was on all fours, taking cock from in back.
She was covered with sticky cream.
She was getting just what she wanted and just what she needed. She was getting the only kind of love available. It was hard and it was fast.
And ... it was good.
It was all good.
She sucked them off, she jerked them off, she fucked them until they couldn't move anymore.
And then it was late, it was the middle of the night. It was over.
For now.
But it was just beginning.
The long climb to the top. The slide, actually, she thought, the sticky slide to the top.
Denise was the head-liner, the head giver. She was the star attraction of BJ and the Extortions, the band that blew you away.
Just like Lenny, her image shaper, her flesh peddler, said. He would make sure that she blew everybody away.
CHAPTER FOUR
The next few days passed in a strict timetable that Denise had shoved down her throat. Literally.
As her image maker, Lenny had total control over her. He told her what to wear, what not to wear. He told her how to act, how to sing, but most of all, how to fuck.
How to please the important people.
After her rehearsals with the band she usually ended up having dinner with some sleazy bastard who could do her some good. Like the guy who gave her his business card in her dressing room the night of her debut.
She went to his club, had a bite to eat, and then she practically was raped in his office. He threw her over his desk, belly down, lifted up her skirt, and then put it to her. The prick came all over her ass.
And that was that. He was through with her. She had a gig at his club. Guaranteed ... thanks to her quick and easy fuck.
It happened like that all over town.
Lenny made sure she met the right people and made the right deals. She was bounced from one hustler to the next. All of them were sharp and fast like Lenny, like Mark, who had built up his agency with a hundred girls just like Denise. , He always let her know how many girls there were out there in the city, looking for a break. How they would do anything to be in Denise's shoes.
And that's how Lenny used her. He played upon that fear.
"If you don't want to do it, I can find a dozen girls who will ... and they'll probably even pay for it, just for the chance you got right now." Lenny played that speech to her over and over, drilling it into her dyed platinum head.
The worst part about it was that every word was true.
There were a lot of hungry and horny girls out there. They would do anything . .. anything.
And so would Denise.
Anytime. Anywhere. Anybody.
The days turned into weeks and they fashioned a high-class, high-gloss act.
The rock and roll gave way to torch songs. Suck songs. S & M took over a good part of the act. The rehearsals grew more and more lifelike.
Whips and ropes.
And masks.
She found herself looking forward to every new twist, every bizarre kick that could be added to the set. Denise began to suspect that it wasn't just to make the act a success that made her look forward to the weird props they used.
It was New Wave all the way. All the way ... Night after night she got it every which way she could take it.
Then it happened.
Mark's agency signed a deal for a recording contract with a hot label, one that promoted all the punk acts, all the New Wave acts.
And so Denise got in shape for the hardest part of all. They had to go on the road for a quick one-month tour, rocketing all over the state, breaking their act at every little one-night town they could.
She was nervous about going on the road, but it had to be done. They had to be known. They had to have a base to support their album when it came out.
And then would come a major tour across the country, if things worked out. Always if... there were never any guarantees. The whole project could be cancelled at any moment. If Mark decided his agency was wasting time on her, if the money wasn't coming in ... Bam. She was dropped.
Or if Lenny decided she wasn't working hard enough, doing enough for the act ... then there was always the threat of dropping her ..leaving her out in the cold.
So Denise always did her best to please. She gave in to every whim, no matter how depraved.
As a result the band was a smash wherever they played. It just took one day for the word to spread, no matter where the town was.
After the first night the place would be packed.
Everyone wanted to see the band. Everyone wanted to see her.
Denise was the image of the band now. She was the slick sick attraction. On stage she vamped around half naked. As part of the act she gradually was stripped by the members of the band.
And they played out their fantasies.
Right on stage. No one could tell where the act stopped and where reality began.
The lighting always hit Denise at the crucial moment. That, or one of the band players hid her from the audience. And so she was the only one who knew whether or not the act became real. She and the guys in the band determined how far they really went.
Most of the time it became real. Most of the time a hard cock emptied itself into her mouth, spurting and squirting while the crowd clapped and screamed and cheered her on.
BJ and the Extortions played everywhere they could, cramming every bar, every club they appeared at with wild screaming crowds. They were getting known.
Denise knew they were really starting to make it when they played at a big nightclub in a small upstate town. It was on a strip full of bars, a college town collection of bar after bar, pizza joints, sub shops, and . .. more bars.
It was a summer night and the kids were out in the street as usual, drinking and smoking, raising hell and trying to pick each other up.
The crowd was biggest right in front of the bar where the band was playing.
There were other bars, other bands, but there was only one BJ, one platinum-haired BJ who drew in the troops, who lit the smoky bar with sex music, with sex movement, with sex cries ... oohing and ahhing while the kids got turned on more and more.
All night long they filed in and out of that one bar, screaming, drinking, dancing, going nuts, reacting like Pavlov's dogs to the treat that Denise offered them-the treat of her flesh.
They practically salivated in the front row when Denise went into her S&M bit, when she got down on all fours and inch by inch revealed her skin, her tits, her ass, her mouth ... all to the accompaniment of screaming guitars.
It was a prop but it still had an effect on Denise ... and it still had an effect on the crowd, igniting their fire as Denise played out all the fantasies they kept hidden inside, blocked up. It was her job to bring out those fantasies, to trigger their release.
During the break before their last set of the night a group of college girls came to the band's table. They were all so young, so innocent, but they tried to act mature and jaded, like they'd seen it all.
But their innocence came through. It was in their starry eyes. It was in their hot flesh as they each fawned all over Jimmy, since he was the best-looking guy, the one who played the hottest licks, the one who backed up Denise's singing.
Jimmy ignored them.
That made them all the more interested in him. There were five girls, five rich young girls slumming it ... and they met these guys in the band... ooh, it was so wild! Denise could almost hear them thinking out loud, thinking about how they were going to tell their friends about the Extortions! The fucking Extortions!
"Look, you girls can come to a party after we're through playing here," Jimmy said. He was acting bored with the chicks but Denise could see how much he wanted them, how he wanted to fuck with their heads, and with their bodies. For now he kept his attention on a young girl reporter who was badgering him for an interview.
"Could we?" one of the college girls said. Her name was Sherry. She wore a light summer blouse that showed off her well-tanned body. A deep V of rich creamy tit showed where her bikini line began. Way down. Way down into the valley of flesh. Sherry liked to parade her stuff. Denise could see what she was about from the start.
A cockteaser.
A rich bitch, a red-haired princess with a beautiful body that she liked to taunt the guys with. She looked like the kind who delayed instead of delivered.
And here she was playing her game with Jimmy, sitting next to him, rubbing up to him, acting so damn adult when she was little more than a spoiled kid.
"Yeah, you can come," Jimmy said.
"That would be great," Sherry said. "Ooh, I just love it ... Imagine ... partying with the Extortions. Wow!"
Spedder, the bass player, started laughing. "Yeah," he said, mocking her breathless tone of voice. "Wow! Won't it be keen?"
Sherry glared at him. Then she pouted. Her skin turned red. She was embarrassed at acting so childish, being revealed as a little girl, almost.
But then she took on a haughty look. She stuck her nose in the air and pointedly looked away from Spedder. Like he was a mutant that somehow infiltrated the table they were all sitting at.
Sherry gave Jimmy her best cock teasing look. She leaned forward, giving him plenty of tit to stare at. "It'll be great, ohhh, it'll be so great!"
"Yeah, sure," Jimmy said. His eyes gave away his interest in the redheaded girl. For a moment Denise felt a bit of jealousy. And then she buried it, she pushed it way back. Jealous. Jealous of some college girl fluffing up to Jimmy? Why in the world should she be jealous?
Denise sipped at her drink. It was a tall one, half ice, the rest whiskey.
She was learning how to live on the road, how to drink, how to smoke and how to go crazy all night long, and then grab a few hours sleep before starting the cycle all over again in another bar, another town.
She tossed down the whiskey, slammed it down on the table, and then watched Sherry's eyes light up when Jimmy gave her the name of the motel the band was staying at.
"We'll be there," Sherry said.
"I'm looking forward to it," Spedder said, just to get a rise out of her.
The redhead looked back, glared at Spedder. It was a fiery look, a drop-dead glare.
And inside, Denise smiled. Spedder would get even with the rich bitch. He always got even. She knew that even before the night was over, little rich bitch big-titted redhead was going to go through hell.
Sherry and her friends split, drifting back into the crowd, leaving the band alone at the table. Except for the reporter, a super-straight-looking chick in short black hair and glasses.
Now that the college girls were gone, Denise got a chance to look over the reporter. Without the distraction of the other chicks, she could see that the black-haired girl, woman, was a bit older than she first thought.
Maybe thirty.
Thirty and out of it. She didn't have any idea about what was going on in the rock business and that was obvious after just one minute of listening to her.
The reporter was all business, packed tightly into her purple striped jersey and her white pressed pants. She paid attention to every idle thing that Jimmy said, mentally taking notes like it was all gospel.
Denise gathered that the strait-laced chick covered the youth beat section for her local newspaper. Carol was the reporter sent around to all of the "gigs," as she called the scene. "Gigs." It sounded awkward coming from Carol's mouth. It sounded bored at the same time. It was clear that she had no real interest in the band.
It was just a job to the chick, Denise realized, something she did until a better position on the paper opened up.
"The kids seem to like you," Carol said. "The girls, that is." Then she turned away from Jimmy and gave Denise a penetrating gaze. "The guys all go for you," she said to Denise. "And I can see why."
Carol's eyes lit up for real when she studied the tremendous amount of tit poking out of Denise's stage costume. It was a dyke's stare, focused on Denise's overflowing leather harness. Then her dark eyes traveled upward and fixed on Denise's lips. For a brief instant it felt like Denise could read the woman's mind. She had a sudden sense that the reporter was picturing Denise's lips on her cunt.
A shiver ran through Denise's body. The lesbian gaze almost floored her. Or was she imagining it all? She couldn't tell. The eye contact had just lasted for a few seconds and it could all be in her head, just a weird impression.
Man, Denise thought, what a trip, what a trip to feel that surge of blood rush through her. Even if it was a false impression, it was a rush, a warm and wet rush that made her shift uneasily in her chair. She crossed her legs to ease the tension in her pussy, to rub her thighs together and rock back and forth, pressing herself against the hard wooden seat, teasing her clit, making it soar with pleasure signals.
The reporter wanted to keep on talking but Jimmy cut her off abruptly. "Look, we got another set to do. Later on you come back to the dressing room and we'll work something out so you can have an interview. Tomorrow, maybe. But tonight we work things out. You know what I'm talking about?"
"Of course," Carol said. "I just need an interview. Part of my job, you know. So ..." She got up from the table and picked up her purse, "We'll work it out to your satisfaction, I'm sure."
Then she was gone, strolling out of place through the crowd, waiting for her "gig" with Jimmy in the dressing room. Denise kept thinking about the strange girl, even during the last set on stage. While she was turning on the audience, the image of the straight-looking reporter, her eyes bearing down on Denise's tits, that image turned Denise on.
When they were through playing, when the last scream faded away and the crowd emptied out into the dark summer night, she lingered in the nightclub. Denise waltzed in and out of the dressing room.
Soon all of the other guys were gone. Except for Jimmy.
He was waiting for the reporter chick. To prime her for the interview. The rest of the band had already headed over to their motel for the night, a bright and gaudy plasterboard complex on main street.
Denise eased out of the dressing room without saying a word, letting Jimmy think she was on her way over to the motel. But instead, she went back out toward the bar. In a few minutes she had the young bartender setting her up with a few shots of whiskey. Neat. Neat and nasty.
She kept looking into the bar mirror but out of the corner of her eye she saw Carol coming out of the ladies' room, heading straight toward the dressing room.
Her steps were quick and loud in the deserted bar. Very shortly the reporter had clattered across the tiled floor and slammed the dressing room door behind her.
The bartender had a smirk on his face. He had watched the black-haired woman as she hurried to the dressing room. But he didn't say a word.
By now he was probably used to this sort of thing.
Denise waited for a few more minutes. She tossed down four shots of burning whiskey. It gave her the steam to hurry across the floor and "accidentally" stumble into the dressing room.
The second she opened the door she gasped.
Carol and Jimmy froze. Both of them, pinned together in an obscene embrace, just looked over at Denise.
The long-haired guitarist had the reporter crouching down on all fours in the middle of the floor. He was standing directly behind her, leaning forward, supporting himself with both arms clamped onto the small of her back.
His dick was halfway inside her ass.
Carol had her face contorted in ecstasy.
She was biting her lower lip. Sweat ran down her forehead in steady drips.
"Uhhhh," she said. "Uhhhh, come on, put it in, put it all the way in, man!"
Denise breathlessly closed the door behind her. She was caught up in the strange raw sight before her. It seemed so bizarre ... the reporter had acted so straight out there, so prim and proper.
And now here she was getting fucked in the ass in a shabby dressing room by a guy she didn't even know two hours ago, a guy she probably hated to begin with. And now his thick prick was shoving its way into her rear end.
Denise knew the feeling well, of being used by a bastard.
"Come on over," Jimmy said. He smiled. It was that same cruel smile he always had when he was fooling around with a chick. And he had Carol in the same position that he put Denise in during their stage act.
Only now he was following through with it. Now he was putting it to her all the way.
"Owwwww," Carol said. "Ohhhhh, uhhhh, uhhhhh ... " She shook all over, taking another inch of prick up her ass. Her cheeks were poking up in the air, all glossy and shining with lubricating oil.
Jimmy's cock was pointing down, straight down. His hands were on her hips now, prying her wide with his ever-growing, ever-probing cock.
Carol tossed her head from side to side.
Jimmy rocked his hips in the same beat, matching her grunting, shaking body with more and more strokes.
She was still half dressed, exposed where it counted, though, exposed where the guitarist could get at her with his wet slippery prick.
Her white pants were pulled down to her knees, crumpled up. Her cheeks and the back of her thighs were all wet and shiny from the cock juice, from the lubricant. Her skin was glistening, hot, shining, shining with sex. It was like a magnet was pulling at Denise, making her step closer, making her give in to the gibbering cry of lust deep inside of her.
It felt like she was hypnotized, like she was in a trance state, a state of fever and chaos, a state of all-out screaming hunger ... hunger for release, hunger for wet dripping pleasure that now stood before her, grunting and crying and gasping and stroking, wet, wet, wet, cock moving in, in, sliding back, then moving in again, sticking way inside of the black-haired chick's ass.
Her purple striped top was pulled up above her bra. And that white flimsy garment did nothing to contain her, not in this position.
Her massive tits hung out, wobbling, jiggling, swaying back and forth as Jimmy's cock rammed in and out, seeking to fill her slot all the way.
"Yeah, yeah, you'll get your interview. When I'm done with you, you're gonna know all there is to know about me. You'll have the inside story. Like this!" He gripped her hips and pulled up real hard. At the same time he sank down, ramming his cock into her ass.
His hairy nuts swung back and forth.
His stiff prick inched farther and farther, vanishing inside the lady reporter's tight ass.
Now her head rolled around in a circle, bending way down to gaze at the floor in sheer screaming pleasure, then winding back up, twisting her neck, reeling with each stab of cock. She shuddered and screamed and sighed, giving in to the overwhelming pleasure.
Her glasses fell to the floor when Jimmy gave her a hard sudden stroke. Her arms straightened out, her palms flattening onto the bare wooden floor. She slipped, sagging under the weight, under the hard driving force that was pummeling at her tight hole.
Then Carol's hips started to twitch.
"Yessss!" she said. "Ohhhh, ohhhh, fuck yes! Ohhh, ohh, it's going in me, that fucking thick cock is going in me and it's soooooo, sooooo hard, uhhh, yeah, yeah, uhhh, it's so fucking big and hard and wet..."
She jerked her whole body up. Her ass rose in the air and tugged on Jimmy's prick. Denise could see her hole swallow more of that throbbing prick, pulling it in, taking it all the way in and pumping, pumping, milking that stiff cock with her tight ass muscles.
Denise felt a thrill whip through her.
She watched Jimmy's prick slide into the crouching chick's hole. And she felt it again. She felt the rush.
Many times Denise had dreamed of this, of letting some guy do it to her ... fuck her in the ass ... but she was always afraid. But now she could see the pleasure this chick took in the act.
Obviously the chick wasn't a first-timer. She knew how to take that prick up her ass. She knew how and she wanted to do it. That made all the difference in the world.
"It feeeeeels so good, man, ohhhhh, yeah, it feels so damn good inside me. I can feel your cock growing, uhhh, yeah, it's growing inside of my ass ... Uhhh, fuck it, fuck it goood, fuck it nice and good . .."
She moaned and gasped and pushed back against Jimmy's prick. Her ass moved from left to right, defining small circles of pleasure, of tension. Her cheeks jiggled as she worked on his dick. She tightened up her fleshy buttocks and then she grabbed onto his meat with her hole. Then her hips sank down, way down, taking his cock on a tight tugging ride, bringing his prick in and out of her ass.
"I'm gonna come in your ass, I'm gonna come in your fucking ass!"
She moved faster.
She pumped harder on the cock in her ass, jiggling her hips from left to right. Carol's tits jumped and hobbled and quivered with every stroke of cock she took.
And Denise stepped closer.
She reached down and ran her hand along the muscular, twitching backside of the swearing, grunting guitarist. Her fingers traced lightly over his skin.
Then Denise moved her hand down, slowly, slowly, inching her fingers between his hairy thighs. She darted her hand forward between his legs and grabbed his nuts. The hairy sack jumped in her hands.
She rolled the huge swollen balls in her palm, closing around them, tugging at them. His sack moved and jumped in her hand as he rammed his cock into the reporter's asshole.
And Denise stared.
She stared at the glistening thighs of the crouching woman. She stared at the long meat sliding in and out of her hole.
It was coated with a shining fluid, part of the juice seeping out of Jimmy's angry thrusting cock, part of it from a tube that lay beside Carol's wide-open purse.
She came prepared.
And now she was getting ready for Jimmy's . cream to spit up inside of her.
Some girls liked getting fucked in the ass. Some girls hated it. And some girls, like Denise, didn't know where to begin.
Carol knew how, though. She'd had a lot of cock up her hole before. Denise could tell by the motions of the reporter's body. They were practiced motions, experienced motions. They were pleasurable motions.
"Do it," Carol shouted. "Come on, fuck me, fuck my ass with your prick. Uhhhh, yeah, baby, yeah, fill it up with your hot cum!"
Jimmy's legs tightened. His hard thigh muscles bulged as he rocked back and forth. His prick came out farther, almost all the way out of her hole, leaving just the throbbing tip inside of her.
Denise reached her other hand in front of Jimmy. She slid it down his hairy stomach and then wrapped her fingers around his ass-fucking cock.
Now she had him from in front, jerking off his sticky prick, ramming it into Carol's ass, and she had him from the back, lifting his sack of nuts up and down, squeezing his hairy balls, tugging at them, leading him up to orgasm.
"Cream her," she said. "Cream her in the ass, right where she wants it!"
Denise pumped her hand back and forth, stroking him off, beating her cock-filled fist against the glistening asscheeks of a grunting, gasping Carol.
"Uhhh, yeah, yeah, fuck me with it, fuck me with your dick, uhhh, come in my ass ... " She twitched from left to right. "Squirt it, squirt it in my asshole!"
"Oh, here it is, baby, here it fucking is!"
Jimmy's entire body went rigid.
His stiff throbbing prick burned in Denise's gripping cum-soaked fist as it rammed in and out of the woman's ass. One, two, three strokes, and then he buried it in her hole as deep as he could. Just the four fingers of Denise's jerking and squeezing hand kept him from ripping completely into Carol.
Gobs of cum blasted into Carol's ass.
She bucked and screamed and yelped with each splashing wad of semen.
Denise could feel it pass through Jimmy's prick. She could feel the base of his cock jump and pump and pummel against the lady reporter's churning asscheeks.
"Mmmmn, it's so hot, so hot and thick. Uhhh, uhhhh, I can feel it squirt all the way in me, all the way in my fucking ass!" Carol bucked back and forth. She uttered a series of hard animal-like grunts. Her tits flopped against her pushed-up bra, sticking way out.
The sight of it drove Denise wild, the sight of it and the feel of it. In her teasing jerking fingers was a spurting cock, a stiff rod of flesh spurting off, creaming ... into someone else, into that reporter.
Denise let her fist pound hard against Carol's cheeks, whipping that hard spitting cock in and out of her ass. The semen splashed out of her tight hole, dripping back onto Jimmy's shooting meat.
The gooey white stuff stuck to Denise's fingers. Some of it ran down the back of her hand, some of it dripped down the churning thighs of the chick with the prick in her ass.
All of it turned Denise on.
The smell of cum, so strong, so slick and heady ... The smell of sex filled the room. Cock. Hard cock. Ramming, throbbing, spitting.
"Fuck her," Denise said. "Fuck her!" She yanked her fist up and down on Jimmy's cock, pounding it against Carol's ass, then back against the guitarist's groin. She stared at his balls as they swung back and forth, jumping up and down, emptying into Carol, pushing out the steaming cum.
And then Jimmy gasped. He was winded, fucked out, he was ready to collapse. His dick was still embedded inside of Carol. Denise jerked him off, pulling out the last few cream drops, squeezing harder and harder, coaxing out the cum with her fingers and with her voice.
"Fill her ass with it, fuck her ass with it, oh, yes, yes, cream her fucking hole with your cum!" Denise was practically screaming now.
"Ohhhh, I gotta stop for a minute," Jimmy said. He was staggering, wiped out from the pleasure that he'd just taken out of Carol's ass.
He pulled his cock out of her. It was slick and covered with cream.
Carol sighed when it slid out. A soft gasp escaped her lips, a gasp of sadness. She wanted more. That much was clear. Especially when she stayed there crouched down, waiting for whatever came her way.
Denise was frantic with passion.
The wild sight of watching a girl get fucked in the ass, of actually helping Jimmy do it to her, it was all too much for her to control.
She needed pleasure, she needed a flood of release after seeing all that in front of her hungry eyes. All night on stage she'd been working herself up, stoking her body to the point where she was in a frenzy. But there had been no climax.
Yet.
There had been no raw sex to ease the pain of need inside of her. Yet.
Jimmy's prick was limp, temporarily vacant of stiffness. But the chick who had looked at Denise so boldly before, the chick who eyed her tits, her mouth, her entire body, was right before her.
Almost as if she was in a trance, Denise found herself looking up and down the reporter's body.
Right in the ass, she took it ... Denise was amazed, jealous, impressed, all at the same time. She would do it someday, she would have cock there... when she was ready, when she knew that she could handle it.
Jimmy walked away toward the bathroom to wash off his prick. He was mumbling and swearing, half drunk, half crazy. His long drooping cock dangled between his legs and Denise could see his low hanging sack of emptied nuts swinging back and forth.
All he had on was a shirt. His bare ass, his hairy legs, and his cock, all of it looked funny to Denise. For the first time Jimmy looked funny to her instead of menacing.
But he was washing off his cock.
That meant he might be back for more. Maybe he wanted cunt this time, maybe he wanted tit, or maybe he wanted some mouth action.
When he closed the bathroom door behind him, Denise walked around to the front of Carol. On the way she let her hand drop down to the small of Carol's back, just above the firm, cum-stained asscheeks.
Carol shivered.
So did Denise. It was a chill of new pleasure coursing throughout her body. She let her fingers stay, then trace downward, trailing a path down her wet curves. Denise smeared the gobs of cum all over Carol's ass, clutching her cheeks, grabbing all the beautiful flesh in a fist, pinching and rubbing it.
Now she looked down at Carol.
The black-haired girl looked upward. She let her gaze linger at Denise's thighs, then at her crotch, tightly defined in the silvery gleaming hot pants. The silver material came all the way to the top of her thighs, then it cut into Denise's curves. You could see her cunt through it, it was so tight and clinging.
"You want an interview with me?" Denise said, teasing the woman on all fours below her.
Carol met her eyes. "It's what you want," she said. There was a returning taunt in her voice. 'You want it, don't you? You want it real bad." She moved her body, letting her bare tits sway and jiggle in front of Denise's eyes. She tilted her body upward so her chest was more visible, more tantalizing and teasing.
"Yes," Denise said. "I want it." She hooked her thumbs into the clinging elastic band of her hot pants and slowly shrugged them down her hips. Carol's eyes widened with the expectant desire mounting within her.
The black lace panties traveled downward with the silver hot pants. Her hairy bush slid over the elastic band, then sprang out.
Denise could smell her own sex juices, potent and overwhelming. The raw scent of carnal demands wafted upward like an aphrodisiac. Musky, strong. Cunt. Hot cunt. Ready to be serviced.
"Yes," Denise said again. "I want it. So do it tome. Go. Do it to me!"
Carol raised her head. She was just inches away from Denise's wet pussy. Her hands gripped onto the thighs in front of her, spreading them, pushing them farther and farther apart. Her thumbs dug into the soft white flesh. Her fingernails scratched into the thighs.
Denise shouted. Her passion took her by surprise in one long shout that leaped out of her mouth. "Suck me off! Suck me off!" She repeated it over and over, committing herself, there was no turning back now. She was going to have sex with another woman.
She was going to have that woman's mouth on her cunt.
And then it came.
The slippery tongue lapped at her hairy slit, running upward, lapping at her cunt. The sensation was shocking and pleasing at the same time. It was a soft wet stroking motion. Lapping at pussy with her slurping lips, the kneeling reporter moaned and sighed. She was doing it, eating her out, giving Denise's cunt a probing fuck with her tongue.
Denise pushed against the woman's face. She lifted her hips up and down so that her wet dripping cunt rode all over Carol's face.
The hairy slit teased Carol's lips. It pressed hard onto her mouth, waiting for the pleasant suck, then moved away, and moved up. Now Denise had her thighs rolling from left to right, teased and kissed and sucked with louder and louder drooling sounds coming out of the black-haired chick's mouth ... along with hot saliva, hot saliva mixed with drippy pussy juice. "Oh, yes, this is so good, uhhh, you suck it so good, you suck real good. Mmmmmn, do it to me, you cunt, do it to me real good!" Denise found herself on the other side of the fence for once. She was on the demanding side after all those sessions where she gave in, where she slutted around, whored after any man Lenny told her to.
She knew what it was like to grovel and moan and drool for another person, to act as a sex object, a sex slave. Now she was dishing it out.
"Suck it, suck it harder!"
Carol's face moved back and forth in a furious pace. Her pink tongue was extended upward, licking, then fucking Denise's cunt. She had her hands on the inside of Denise's thighs, pushing them wider.
Denise looked down.
She looked at the bobbing head, at the cunt-stroking tongue. And she shivered. She shook from the forbidden pleasure that now steamed throughout her body. She shook from the scream of twisted passion and hunger that echoed inside of her head.
Lesbian love. No, she thought, it wasn't love. It was sex, just plain old cunt-licking sex. There was no love involved. It was all business, pleasurable business.
"Eat me," Denise said. She was laughing now, laughing like all of those who had laughed at her in the past as they made her service them, suck them, fuck them, jerk them, please their fucking dicks.
Now she was doing it.
It felt good.
"That's it, honey," Denise said. She held the woman by the head, running her fingers through the short hairs, tugging ever so slightly.
"Mmmmmnph," Carol moaned, between the seeping sounds that came from her lips. "Mmm-mmn, ummmmmm ... " Licking and sucking, tonguing and fucking, the black-haired woman brought Denise close to the edge.
She nibbled at Denise's clit, tickling it, catching it tight between her lips and swirling her tongue all around it in rapid circular strokes.
She thought she was going to flood right then and there. The spasms built up inside of her, coming closer and closer together. Waves of sheer paralyzing pleasure crashed inside of her, all of it going down, centering on her cunt, then bouncing back and whipping through every nerve-end of her body.
She was weak in the knees now, wracked with the constant pounding of her senses.
She was getting sucked off, getting head, from another woman.
Denise was so lost in pleasure, so intent on holding back her orgasm she didn't notice that Jimmy was back in the room. He was behind her.
"Stay still," he said. "Stay right where you are."
"Uuuummmmn," Denise grunted. "I can hardly move as it is." The only motion was the rocking of her hips as she brushed her wide-open pussy across Carol's mouth.
"Get ready for it," Jimmy said. "Both of you."
Then she felt it.
Jimmy's hard dick jabbed at her flesh. It was wet and cold, just washed. The fleshy cockhead battered against the inside of her thigh. It slid wetly across her skin, throbbing and stabbing at her. And then the stiff dick passed through her.
"Ahhhhhh," Denise cooed.
At the same time Carol groaned. "Mmmmm-mph!" Her mouth was suddenly full of cock. The hard dick pushed her mouth away from Denise, tilted her head back, and then rode across her tongue.
"Suck that for a while, honey," Jimmy said, "You can have a fucking exclusive report on that, baby. A real fucking scoop!" He jabbed savagely at her lips. The lady reporter took in his shoving rod and slurped away at it as hard as she could.
Jimmy slid his hands up over Denise's hips, then under her tits, cupping them from the bottom, sliding up, digging into her leather harness, pulling it outward so he could get at her bare tits.
"Oh yeah, squeeze me," Denise said, "squeeze my tits, uhhh, it feels so good." She shrugged her whole body. Her legs moved closer together, tightening her grip around the cock that moved from behind.
She had it ravaging at her thighs while he pushed from behind her, pushed into Carol's mouth. The tip of his dick slid in and out, making a popping sound. One second it was splitting Carol's lips, the next it was running just beneath Denise's cunt lips. It wetly teased her, hard and hot and long, sliding like a greased banana between her widespread pussy folds, sometimes rising up and up, almost going inside her, but then flopping back down, into the sucking drooling mouth of the lady reporter. His groin battered at Denise's bare ass, thumping up against her cheeks, crashing into them over and over while his prick ran between her legs.
"I need it in me, ohhhhh, fuck, fuck, I need it in me," she sighed over and over. But at the same time she wanted it this way. She could feel his stiff meat running through her thighs, rubbing at the bottom of her cunt while Carol sucked away at her pussy every chance she got.
Denise thrilled to the touch and the suck of Carol's slurping lips. Cock rubbed at her, up inside her for just a brief second, and then tongue found her, pushing way up into her cunt.
Cock, mouth, and fingers worked at Denise's pussy. The kneeling woman moved her hands up, jerking off cock, jerking it against Denise's clit, then poking it inside of her. Each time that happened Denise groaned and nearly came, but never lost it completely.
Always at the crucial moment Carol took away the throbbing prickhead, or removed her tongue, or she stopped finger fucking Denise. And then the waves of passion were allowed to recede for a brief pause. Then it started up again, building to a higher climax than before.
His swollen prick thudded between Denise's legs. And then, just as Carol lapped at his cock and her clit at the same time, he shot his wad.
The ribbons of hot semen splattered into and onto her cunt. Each splat was like a shot of desire whipping into her. While Jimmy smashed her tits together with his fingers, gripping so hard that his knuckles turned white, Denise pressed back against him.
She was limp, giving in to everything, yielding to his control. Denise was sitting on his spitting cock, supported by the long hard flowing meat churning into her, and into Carol's cum-sucking mouth.
That's when Denise went wild.
"OHHHH, FUCK, THIS IS IT!" She jumped up and down, rubbing her cunt lips onto Carol's face, rolling from left to right as the black-haired chick sucked on her clit. "I'M COMING! UHHH, UHHH, I'M FUCKING COMING! AHHHHH, AHHH, ALL OVER YOUR MOUTH, ALL OVER YOUR DICK!"
Carol's tongue lapped quick and hard and wet, slapping at Denise's dripping pussy. Semen squirted into her mouth along with the cunt juice.
It was a mixture of hot creaming jism and slow-flooding pussy cum, all of it rocking against Carol's busy mouth in the triangle of cock, cunt, and lips that the three of them created.
"Uhhhh!" Jimmy groaned, slamming himself into Denise as he spurted out another wad. "Uhhh! Uhhhh!" He grunted each time a blast of cum spit out of his throbbing cockhead.
"Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it!" Denise shouted in a string of curses that accompanied each spasm of pleasure. The hot cunt liquid poured out of her in streams, soaking Carol's white-globbed lips.
Jimmy kept ramming her with cock and Denise kept on riding with it, on it, squirming with delight from the sticky cum that dribbled down her thighs.
Both of them kept it up as long as they could, laughing, fucking, crashing, into one another's skin, and ultimately, onto Carol's mouth.
CHAPTER FIVE
The motel was dark and quiet at three in the morning, except for one loud and bright section facing the lake. A suite of rooms on the left wing of the motel was booming out music and laughter and screams into the night.
The Extortions were throwing a party. An Extortion party for all of their fans. Especially their young, drunken, and impressionable female fans.
By the time Denise arrived with Jimmy the party was in full swing. It was out of control. Some of the chicks lured to the motel were spaced out, running wild down by the beach. Others were sitting around one of the chintzy furnished rooms getting high or getting laid.
Some of the girls, mostly the college types, were still trying to pretend that it was just a party and nothing more. They held their drinks in their hands and talked, moving from corner to corner as somebody from the band lunged after them, or one of the guys who came from the bar.
There were a dozen party crashers, guys who heard what was up and came to have a blast. But that dozen and the band were far outnumbered by the chicks.
As usual, Denise thought, the blast was staged in the guys' favor, with plenty of stacked chicks to pass around. Denise pushed through the crowd, grabbed a drink, and then watched the college girls flock towards Jimmy.
Denise threaded closer, pushing off a male hand here and there that had copped a feel on her ass, and stationed herself where she could see it all.
She really had to keep from laughing when she saw Sherry, the red-haired chick from the bar, smiling and laughing and looking up at Jimmy.
"Oh, your last set was great, man!" Sherry said. She had one hand on her hip. The other was squeezing a tall glass of whiskey and soda she had resting on a stand by the wall that Jimmy leaned against.
"Yeah," he said. "Great. Man." His voice was flat and bored. The girl still didn't know that he was putting her on. "You shoulda seen the act I had with that reporter chick. Now that was great!"
"What are you talking about?" Sherry asked.
Jimmy stared down Sherry's blouse. She had unbuttoned it even more since the bar, but now, as he so blatantly eyed her tits, she was uneasy.
She stepped back.
"What's the matter?" Jimmy said. "Afraid of something? You afraid of me? A big, big college girl like you?" He laughed. "Relax. There's nothing to worry about." His hand moved out suddenly and his index finger caressed her throat, then slipped down in a straight line to her plentiful cleavage.
"No," she said when his finger got caught between her tits, teasing the massive, forward-thrusting mounds. Sherry looked around to see if anyone was watching her. That's when she met Denise's gaze. The college girl quickly turned away, and at the same time brushed Jimmy's hand away from her tit-filled blouse.
"What's the problem?" Jimmy said. "You walk into the wrong party or something?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Take a good look around, honey," Jimmy said. "All the other chicks here, well, they know the score. Most of them are either out-and-out whores or tenth-rate groupies." He kept his eyes fixed on her big tits, ignoring her face, which was reddening by the second.
"I just came to have a good time," Sherry protested, not wanting to look like a young naive kid, despite her obviously grown-up body.
"We'll find out just how good a time you give before the party's over. Now, won't we?" Jimmy finally looked up at her face. His stare was a challenge. She, among all of her college friends, was the one he chose to single out.
The other chicks who came with her were spreading out a little bit, away from the extremely private conversation that the guitarist was leading her into.
Sherry looked frightened. But at the same time she seemed determined to stick it out and see what came her way. That's when Spedder came by. The bass player she snubbed in the bar stopped right in front of her. "Nice of you to come," he said.
She ignored him.
He put his hand on her shoulder and started rubbing it slowly.
Sherry grabbed at his wrist and started to pull it away from her. But she stopped when Jimmy spoke up.
"Aw, come on, Sherry, be nice to Spedder, huh, be a good girl. Just for my sake, be nice to him ..." Jimmy pleaded with her in a voice so full of scorn that Denise was surprised that the redhead swallowed it all.
Then Jimmy put his hand on Sherry's other shoulder. She was caught from both sides now as the two of them pulled and pushed at her shoulders, gripping her white blouse. And then the blouse slipped down her shoulders inch by inch. It went down until her tits started to show and she freaked out.
She pressed herself back against the wall. "STOP IT! STOP IT!"
And she gained all the attention in the room, attention she was so worried about in the first place. Everyone turned towards her and saw those big firm tits dropping out of her wide-open blouse.
They saw the hands swimming up her skin to cup the hard-nippled tits. And they saw the college girl pressed against the wall, squirming as Jimmy and Spedder went to work on her. She was too shocked, too drunk, and too embarrassed to do anything about the situation. And so she turned a scarlet red while the two of them mauled her flesh in front of everyone in the room.
Her bare tits bobbled out of the blouse, popping in and out of a greedy hand.
Finally she managed to break free from the two of them and stumbled away. She clutched her blouse close and tried to button up.
All the other chicks in the room were mostly naked, with their tits hanging out of pulled-down bras, their pants and skirts piled on the floor, their mouths or hands full of cock. And here was Sherry running away from a little tit-feeling action. It made the other chicks laugh.
It made Sherry cry.
Jimmy chased after her. "Come on, baby, loosen up a bit. Here, this will help you out, have a toke." He passed her a stick of smoke which she instinctively took in her pinched fingers and sucked hard.
And then Jimmy was telling her to relax, to drink up, smoke up, it was all just a party ... It was the same line he used on a lot of chicks, the same line that Denise heard over and over when they were on the road.
Sherry fell for it.
She let him convince her it was all just in fun, and things would cool out.
Actually, Denise thought, the college chick would most likely pass out, and then a free-for-all would commence, all for a piece of her rich-bitch ass.
It would be a while, though, until the two guys in the band had the chick so fucked up they could do anything they wanted to her.
Denise wanted to see that. At least she wanted to see the end result. But for now she was getting stirred up just from looking at all the other action going on at the party. Well, she thought, it wasn't really a party. It was a full-scale orgy.
Music blasted from the portable tape deck one of the guys in the band had set up on a coffee table. It ranged from hard rock to eerie electronic music, space music, fuck and trance music for the human parade of flesh unfolding before her.
It was a riot to watch, a kick to see all the bodies, all the faces, all the mouths go to work on one another without the slightest fear of being seen. For a lot of these chicks, being seen was the kick.
Right in front of Denise, in one of the plush easy chairs, a young skinny chick was bouncing up and down on the drummer's cock. She had her hair in pony tails to give her a look younger than she actually was. But in her eyes and in her movements there evidently was a lot of practice. The girl was around twenty or so, real slender hips, and small pear-shaped tits. She was ooohing and ahhing, jamming herself down on Kevin's prick while he squeezed her jugs.
Denise could see his nuts jumping up and down, his cockstem vanishing inside of her wet glistening slit. She was looking up at the ceiling, grunting, groaning, sloshing all around on the hot cock.
Her pink fingernails gripped the drummer's hairy thighs so she could pull herself down onto his prick all the better. "Ummmn, ummmm, do it, do it, do it," she said. "In my cunt, in my fucking cunt."
"Anything you want, honey," Kevin said.
He dropped his hands down to her slim hips and yanked them up and down, impaling her on his dick, slamming her so hard that she was forced to grunt and gasp with each furious down-stroke.
"It's so, so fucking hard, man. Ummmm, ummmm, fuck it, yeah, fuck it. I knew I was gonna get your dick in me before the night was over."
"Sure, sure," Kevin said. "Just keep on sitting on my prick. Talk all you want, baby, but you make sure you don't fucking stop!"
Denise stepped away from them. There was more, much more to see. Everywhere she turned it was a riot of sucking and fucking.
A tall girl with a big ass was down on all fours, getting fucked from behind by a bearded scroungy looking guy. He had her stripped from the waist down, all that he needed, gripping her huge floppy shapeless tits through her sweater. She jammed herself onto his wet quick-stroking prick as hard and as fast as she could. She was grunting like a pig, a real hog getting stud service.
Instead of repelling her, the sight fascinated Denise. Here it was all out in front of her. All raw sex.
"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh," the big chick grunted. "Uhh, uhh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck it, it, it." She was large-proportioned all over, not fat, just big, with plenty of jiggling flesh, plenty of demanding meat on her.
The bearded man sticking it to her hardly paid any attention to her cries. He was just interested in getting his rocks off any way he could.
His hips moved back and forth. His prick moved in and out.
Then he saw Denise.
He saw the girl who had turned them on back at the bar, the girl who had played out everyone's fantasies. Now here she was. Here she was in front of his eyes.
He stared hard at her. He looked her up and down with hunger, even as he fucked another girl.
"This what you want?" Denise said. She lifted up her leather harness, exposing her bare tit, holding it with her melon-squeezing fingers. "Look at it, man, look at it, 'cause that's all you can, baby. You can just watch it. Watch it while you fuck."
He was looking at her, transfixed by her tit flashing in front of his face. That was all he needed. The chick getting fucked hadn't noticed Denise. She probably thought she was the cause of his climax.
But it was Denise. It was her tit-grasping fingers that made him lose control.
He went rigid, kneeling behind the girl, ramming her with spasmodic thrusts. "Ohhhh, ohhh, take it, you take it," he said. "You take it!" He was looking right at Denise when he shot his load.
She could almost feel the cream spurting inside her. She could see it and hear it as the white gobs splashed down the heavy-cheeked girl's skin.
"Oh yes, oh yes," the girl said. "That's it, uhh, uhhh, you're gettin' me there, you're gettin' me there." She jerked her hips and milked out more juice from the bearded guy's dick ... juice that was caused by Denise's presence.
She moved on while the man emptied his cock into the kneeling girl. The man's eyes followed Denise while he whipped his prick in and out, flushing out every shot of hot semen in his stiff spitting cock.
I want it, Denise thought. I want it again, hard fucking cock ... sticky gob-coated prick... All around her were the sounds of sex.
She could hear it and feel it in the air. Some girl sucking on a cock with both hands feeding it to her mouth was moaning and sighing the delicious moan that only came from a cock-filled mouth. Denise could hardly stand it anymore, being a passive voyeur at the party. But she wanted to experience it all, she wanted to view all of the thrills that were breaking around her in the suite of motel rooms.
She stayed, entranced, watching that moaning girl bob her head up and down. She was a big-titted blonde, with her jugs sticking out of a gray t-shirt that was rolled up over the jiggling mounds.
The guy fucking her mouth was Whip. He was almost a perfect counterpart for the Swedish-looking chick. He had blond hair, wavy stunning blond hair.
He played keyboards. Now he was playing the chick's mouth. His dick propped up the girl's head. Half of it was in her mouth, the other half was in her fists, juicing up her pumping fingers.
Whip sat back on the floor, his pants off, his t-shirt showing his sculptured muscles straining to support him while he was sucked off.
Every now and then he took a puff from a cigarette stuck between his fingers. Then he leaned back, half sitting, half lying down, moving his hips, staring at the bare-titted girl who was blowing him.
"I'm gonna squirt it down your mouth ... Uh, just keep on sucking it, keep on pumping it into your lips, honey. Ah, yeah, make some noise, lick it and suck it ... Uh, uh, jerk it off for me, yeah, jerk it off."
The blonde girl swallowed his cock, playing with his balls as she bobbed her head up and down. With her bulging cheeks and her jerking hands, she brought Whip to the peak of orgasm, making him lean forward to watch, to stare at the cum-sucking lips.
"Mmmmn, mmmmn, mmmmmph," the girl moaned, teasing him with her voice, licking him and drooling all over his cock. Then her head lifted up sharply.
He came in her mouth.
She bobbed with each wad of cum.
Her tits shook and jiggled as she sucked and jerked him off. The cum dribbled out of her mouth and rode down his cock. The white stream of semen splashed onto Whip's stomach where it spread in a pool until the girl oozed it all over her fingers.
She lifted dripping fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean while she jerked off his prick. Her head kept on bobbing up and down, her tongue kept on snaking out, and Whip kept on firing loads of hot cream into her sucking drooling lips.
He rocked his hips up and down, lifting them off of the floor so he could stick her mouth with his prick even more. Then he moved from left to right, fucking her face, slapping it with dick until there wasn't another squirt of cum left inside of him.
"Oh, fuck," Denise said out loud. "Oh, fuck ..." She needed some hard dick inside of her, something that would quench the fire in her. Something that would flood her until she was cooled off.
She looked around the room and saw a young couple leaning against one of the walls in a thin corridor leading to a bedroom. There were lights coming from the next series of rooms but right there it was shadowy with a hint of privacy. Not that the guy and girl were modest, Denise thought. They were playing with each other's body like monkeys, chattering away in a drunken slur, laughing, laughing, feeling one another.
They were half in and half out of the limelight.
Denise halted at the edge of the corridor. She stared down at the two of them who were beyond caring whether or not anyone watched.
The girl was in a summery pink skirt.. . lifted above her summery pink panties. Her well-curved asscheeks hung over the elastic band of the rolled-down panties. The guy next to her had one hand on her ass, rubbing it up and down, and the other hand was stuck down the front of her panties, digging into the web of taut clinging material, digging into her hairy cunt.
She was a black-haired chick, with a long cut in a layered style that gave her an elegant look, elegant except that here she was thumping her ass against a wall while a guy fingered her juicy slit.
"Ohhhhh, yeah, ohhhh, yeah, stick your fingers up my cunt, inside, ummmmmn, ummmmn, put them inside, now fuck me ... Oh ... fuck me, fuck me good!" She rocked her hips up and down. The fingers were inserted in her cunt, filling her dripping hole. Denise stared at the girl as she shuddered and shivered on the fucking fingers in her hole.
Her tits were still hidden by a knit top, but not very well. She had a low-cut design that swooped down so that the full roundness of her huge jugs could be seen, almost all the way to her nipples.
"Come on, Jack, come on and fuck me harder. I want to cream all over your hand, all over your fucking hand." She bit her lip as he led her to a cheap ecstasy against the wall, slamming her hard onto the plasterboard so that she made a loud thumping sound every time his fingers slid way up inside of her.
Denise watched it all, she watched it and she imagined that she was the girl, she was the one getting fingered so sleazy and quick.
In a motel hallway.
By a thin, spaced-out long-haired kid with a bad attempt at whiskers and a beard. Now Denise concentrated on the guy. Jack was moving in the same rhythm that the chick was. His hips lunged into her in a series of quick fucking motions. She had his long thin dick out of his pants, stroking it, jamming the sticky cockhead into her skin. His prick battered away at her hip, at her asscheeks, sloshing in and out of her hard-pumping fingers. She was jerking him off while he fingered her, pulling his cock skin up and down, back and forth, yanking it and whacking it, making his long hard meat wetter and wetter with each stroke.
"Yeah," Jack said, "Oh yeah, jerk it, jerk it off, Debbie. Make me come all over your fucking hands. Uh, uh, jerk it fucking off!"
His pants were unbuttoned and unzipped, wide open like a banana peel, and there was the banana, curved and ripe, bouncing its spongy head against the girl's asscheek. She led it all over her skin from back to front, into her hips, into her thigh, and then rubbing it over her pussy hair she gave out a squeal of pleasure.
She giggled like a schoolgirl.
A whacked-out schoolgirl.
He joined in the laughing, leaning against her, leaning against the wall for balance. And then he grabbed at her tits, sticking his hand down into the flesh-filled V of her knit top.
"Feel my tits," the girl sighed. "Mmmmmmn, mmmmn, feel my tits, it's so good."
She jerked him off faster while she spoke, increasing the slap-slap-slap sound that came from her cum-greased fingers. "Stick it, stick it," she said, "fuck it, fuck it with your cock. Oh, let me jerk it off, let me cream it all over me, all over my hands, my cunt, my ass ..."
"Sure, sure, fuck it, Debbie, fuck it all over yourself, cream it, cream my fucking dick!"
Denise couldn't stay away anymore. She moved closer and was seen. The girl's eyes registered her approach but there was no jealous look, no sign that she was upset that Denise had obviously been watching them.
To this chick it was all a show.
"Mmmmmmn," the girl said, pushing her bush against the widespread hand probing her. "Mmmmmn, mmmmmmn, oh, fuck, yes, fuck, yes!" She smiled now and she watched Denise to see what she would do.
Denise smiled back.
Then she dropped down to her knees.
"Holy shit!" Jack said when he saw through his stupor that Denise was in front of him. He stared at her silvery hair, and he stared at her big tits, practically flopping out of her leathery bra as she crouched there by his legs, her face level with his cock, with the cock pumping in and out of Debbie's fingers.
"It's her," he said. "It's the chick from the band. Fuck, it's the chick!"
"So what," Debbie said. "Don't stop, don't stop now, keep fingerfucking my cunt!" She moved her hips faster, thrusting away at his hand, taking his fingers inside of her where they probed and fucked the soft wetness.
Denise grabbed his cock.
"Ohhhhh," he said. "Ohhhh, yeah, ohhh, she's got my cock, she's got my fucking cock!"
"No kidding," Debbie said. She laughed in drunken slurs. She laughed and she slumped against the wall, half closing her eyes while she rocked on his fucking hand. Moans purred out of her gasping lips one after the other. And she watched as Denise put her boyfriend's dick into her mouth.
"Ommmmmn," Denise said, swallowing his long hard thin rod. It was like a chant, a sex chant, the sound of slurping lips devouring meat, hard fucking cock meat. "Ommmmm, ommmm, mmmmph," she gasped, taking it in and out of her mouth.
Her lips formed a tight O that oozed up and down the length of his rod. She smacked her lips loudly, jerking him off with her hands and mouth, bobbing back and forth.
"She's blowing me! She's blowing me! I can't believe it. She's blowing me off!"
He was delirious with passion, overcome by the rapid sucking of the silver-haired siren's mouth. A star almost, a fucking star was sucking on his prick.
He was fucking her.
He was fucking the siren of the band right in the mouth and she was gobbling up every inch of his dick. Denise knew what a thrill she was giving him. The throbbing of his dick on her lips was testimony to that.
He slid the curving root hard into her lips, piercing her pouting mouth, then ramming the roof with his dick. It flailed away at her, seeking to jam itself down her throat.
"Suck it, ohhh, uhhhh, suck it good!"
She palmed his balls and rolled them in her fingers, squeezing, milking the hairy sack as she led his swollen dick to eruption.
The first blast nearly drowned her. His load came roaring out of his throbbing dick-head in one thick glob. It splashed all over her tongue, down her throat, and then, since she was so full of cream, it backed up and cascaded out of her mouth.
Thick dribbles of semen ran down her chin, down her neck, down in a trail headed straight to her titflesh. She was wet and soaked with his hot gobbing cum.
Debbie came then, turned on by the sight of Jack being sucked off by someone else while he fingered her. She stared at the ribbony white streams that flew out of the hard cock and splattered all over Denise's silvery hair, all over her face, drenching her with cream just the way she wanted it.
"Fuck her mouth, uhhh, fuck her mouth," Debbie said. She reached down and grabbed Jack's cock. Then she savagely rammed the spouting rod back into Denise's mouth and jerked hard, hard, until Jack fell back against the wall, weakened and empty.
Denise kept her head tilted down so his upward-thrusting prick had a home in her mouth. She opened and closed her lips around it, sucking and swallowing the sticky substance that surrounded the still-throbbing cock.
She waited until his cock shrunk in her mouth, inch by inch receding across her tongue, then dangling on the edge of her lips. She lapped at the thin slit in the head of his prick, teasing it, giving it one more stroke, one last suck before it went limp and hung in front of her semen-spattered face.
Denise got up and left the two of them before they could say anything to her, before they could get her in an awed conversation.
She got what she wanted, a hard cock spitting in her mouth. Now the feel of that prick, the giving side of orgasm, was still reeling in her. She wanted to go over to the other side. She wanted to pour out her own cum. It was time to ease the whispering throb of her clit, the whisper that had built up into a scream.
The atmosphere inside was too stifling now, the constant smoking and drinking and shouting, the girlish cries of orgasm, the male shudders of spent passion, all of it was a heady and hot atmosphere that overwhelmed her.
Too many bodies were plundering one another, too many mouths were sucking and swallowing. Collectively, it was like a psychic free-for-all, one tremendous throbbing id bellowing for satisfaction. Mindless sex, total sex. She had taken part of it, enough to last for a while. Now it was time for some free space, some clear night air to cool down her raging, drunken, stoned, mauled body and mind. She wanted a relief for her aching cunt, but she wanted it out in the open. Romantic almost, out under the stars of the hot summer night...
The waves from the lake were soothing, crashing steadily onto the shore. Just outside of the motel suite the band had rented, there was a rocky channel from the lake that led all the way down to the front side of the motel.
It was a decorative illusion. Field stone bolstered up both sides of the canal, and there was a small bridge to cross to the other side, to nothing but green grass and shade trees. Woods. Cool woods.
There was a four-foot-high fence of polished stone and cement on the crest of a hill that crept down to the beach on the motel side.
Denise went over to the cool stone and leaned forward, shivering at the touch against her skin, letting the cool night air clear her head.
And then she watched the excesses of flesh all around her. Others had left the motel for the wide-open spaces. And now they were finding other wide-open spaces to play with.. .wide open and wet spaces.
Less than ten yards in front of her was a brown-haired girl in nothing but a bra, and that was pulled down to let the huge fleshy sacks rest on top of the full lacy cups.
She was on her back with her knees wide apart, squeezing around the shoulders of a guy who was fucking her like there was no tomorrow.
Denise could hear the grunts and the sighs of passion. In the moonlight she could see the glistening bodies as they worked against one another, churning up the friction, calling upon their juiced-up organs for release.
In a small cluster off to the right of the fucking couple, there was a man lying down on the sand. Three women were hovering above him.
Their girlish laughter was timid, shocked, but the three of them were going through with it. They were taking turns sucking him off.
All Denise could see was the constant interchanging of bodies, of tits and ass crouching around the man's flesh, concentrating on his prick.
She moved down the stone wall for a better look. Then she stopped right where she could see all the action. The quartet of sex-starved bodies was directly in front of her and she could hear them now, she could hear the close-up sounds of a girl's lips on a man's cock. She could hear the other two girls laughing. And then they switched places. Now another chick's head bobbed up and down, taking cock into her mouth.
"Uhhh, here it it, here it is!" The man raised his head from the sandy bed and stared at the cocksucking mouth running up and down his rod.
A gripping hand pulled his prick out of one girl's mouth and held it in the air, pumping furiously on the hard meat.
The cum spewed into the air.
Spurting gobs of juice flew out of his cock and splattered all over tits and mouths and chins and hands as the three chicks dived for it.
His cock passed from mouth to mouth, leaving a silvery stain of semen dribbling down their chins.
Pumping and sucking and jerking, all three chicks loved up the man's cock, jamming it into their tits and their mouths, creaming it all over their skin.
Suddenly Denise heard a sound behind her, the soft footstep of someone heavy on the gravel. She started to turn but then felt' two hands clamp onto her arms.
"Don't bother to turn around, this is the way I want you, this is the way you get it." "Who-" She was cut off by a savage tugging at her hot-pants that peeled the shiny material down over her bare ass and down to her thighs.
The taut elastic band ripped into her skin, but it was a pleasurable slicing feel, an exciting spasm of chilling shivers on her flesh.
"You're a real hotshot up on that stage, aren't you?" The man's voice was gruff.
"Mmmmmn," Denise said, a neutral response. She wasn't going to fight and she wasn't going to encourage. She was going to take it any way he dished it out. Like a silent object, but a sex-starved one.
"Putting on that act all the time. Like you're some special kind of bitch, like you know how to turn the guys on..." He stopped talking and she could hear him breathing down the back of her neck.
She pretended to look out at the lake, as if she was bored by the strange man, as if he wasn't even there, even after he practically ripped her panties down to her knees.
"Guess what, bitch? It works. It fucking works. You do turn on the guys."
"Yeah," she said. She bit her tongue and her lower lip in an effort to stem back the excitement building up inside of her. She wanted to mask it, submerge the surface feelings of arousal so that her explosion would be all that much more orgasmic when it came. "Yeah," she repeated. "Maybe I do turn on the guys, the dumb pricks in the audience who need a girl like me to get it up ... So what does that have to do with you?" She taunted him by sighing in fake boredom and leaning over the stone wall.
"Let me show you what it has to do with me," he said. She heard his zipper going down. Then he slapped her down onto the flat edge of the wall by knocking her arms out from under her.
As she lay there with her tits poking out of her black leather bra, resting on top of the cold stone, she felt herself getting off. She felt the initial rush of switched-on pleasure centers glowing inside of her.
Then she felt his cock. "Uhhhhh,"she grunted. One shove and it was in her, jamming straight up into her cunt. She was in the perfect position for getting fucked. Her ass was hanging off one side of the wall, just slightly tilted. Her dripping slit formed the perfect sheath for his wet glistening arrow-shaped dick.
She was pinned there on the wall, jiggling back and forth.
"Yeah, honey, let me show you what you do to guys like me... and let me show you what I do to chicks like you!" His prick slammed into her, the wet sloshing sounds turning her on even more.
Just like the lapping waves of the lake, these were the lapping waves of pleasure crashing into her, emanating from the rock-hard shaft jabbing into her from behind.
"Ohhhhh, ahhhhhhhh," she moaned. And then she squealed in pleasure when he whipped his dick all the way into her, stuffing hard meat into her slit. His nuts battered away at the inside of her thighs, wet and hairy and slap, slap, slapping upon her flesh.
"Give it to me harder," she said.
"Uhhhh," he groaned, shoving it into her hard, pressing her against the cold stone wall. Then he leaned forward so that his body weighted hers down completely, crushing her almost, completely imprisoning her.
His hands crawled under her belly, then moved up to the leather cage that held in her prize tits. He dug his fingers into her bare flesh, pushing up hard, rolling her nipples in his fingers.
"Mmmmmmn," she sighed. It was so good, it was like a completion of the playacting she did on stage, the slick illusion of sex.
He lifted up her thighs, picking them completely off the ground. This put a tremendous amount of pressure on her upper body, on her tits mashed against the cold stone. But it sent a thrill through her, a thrill that kept her silent. She wasn't going to complain, not when he was doing everything to her just the way she needed it tonight.
He spread her legs apart and held her almost prone on top of the stone wall, like he was pushing a wheelbarrow. It filled her with the pleasure that she was aching for.
"Come in it, come in my cunt! Now, now!"
His strong hands pressed down on her back while she twitched her ass for him, tugging on his prick, sliding up and down in a tight but wet sucking motion from her juicy cunt lips.
His dick piled into her, like a flesh-tipped hammer, nailing her over and over, riding her to the brink of orgasm.
"Please," she said. "Oh, please, I want to feel your cream in me, I want it now." She started sighing and shrugging and taking his cock in for long squeezing moments so she could feel the tremendous throbbing inside of her, so she could feel his cockhead coating her and slicking her up with the heady cum fluid.
"Now, take it all!" He lifted up on her thighs, and pummeled away at her cunt. His cock halted all the way inside of her, his nuts flailing away at her fleshy thigh junction. And then came the spurts.
One after the other, gobs of streaming cream squirted into her pussy. She could feel the cum boiling up through his hot spongy cock, feel it raging through his wildly quivering prickhead, and then emit from the cockslit in high-pressure splats.
"More, more, cream me some more, oh, I'm almost there. I can almost come!"
His palms rested on her firm asscheeks, squeezing the bared flesh, pushing down on them while his groin pushed up into her.
"Uh, uh, uhhhhh, empty my dick, empty my dick!" He hammered away at her and gave her a few more thick squirting gobs. Then his cock sloshed slowly in and out, letting the last fluttering drops ease out of his prick into her pussy.
She was almost there, almost ready to spill out her own cum juices.
That's when he pulled his dripping cock out of her. The softening meat wetted down her thighs as he stepped slightly back. "Thanks," he said.
She stayed down there, bent over, ass sticking up in the air, cum dripping out of her cunt, sticky cream oozing down her thighs.
She flinched when she heard the sound of his zipper going up, and then listened to his footsteps on the gravel as he walked away.
The bastard! The fucking bastard ... putting it to her, ripping off her panties, emptying his dick into her from behind, like she was nothing but a nice ass, a nice tight cunt, a nice set of tits for him to play with.
And he walked away, leaving her alone and naked. That's when she came.
The first spasm forced her to gasp with the sudden shock. It was too late to turn back. Her body was piloted on a course to ecstasy and she had to ride it out. All that stroking, together with the way he left her there ... it all combined in one powerful surge of lust that wiped her out.
She spasmed and sighed.
And she dripped. The hot liquid poured out of her pussy, accompanied by body-wracking screams.
Even in the throes of orgasm Denise was thinking hard about what was happening to her. Was it good or bad? ... The new kicks she was treated to, the new kicks that she needed. Earlier a woman had sucked her off. Now a man had scored her, used her as a wet slot to empty cum into, and then abandoned her.
She pressed her tits onto the cold surface of the stone wall, rubbing her hard nipples into the smooth and glossy finish. Hard stone held her like a glue, enticing her, forcing her to cement her shuddering flesh against it until she was all used up, until the flood of cunt cream had emptied out of her semen-drenched slit.
She hiked up her torn panties, smoothed down her hair, and tucked her chilled tits back into the bra. Then she headed back toward the motel.
Denise was clearheaded now, sobered up from the stiff fucking and from the night air. Almost straight. And that was bad. She didn't want to be a part of what was going on when she was straight. At least not this time of night. It was too heavy a scene to walk through with a level head.
The instant she got back inside the totally disheveled suite of rooms, Denise took a hit off a bottle that passed by. It was warm and had a good kick that travelled all the way down her stomach in a slow burn.
Then she had something stuck in her mouth, sweet-smelling and burning, and she toked away at the joint for three long ones. She kept the smoke inside her lungs as long as she could, and when she exhaled she knew she was climbing back up to that place where this sort of party seemed nice, where it definitely wasn't out of place.
Now she finished herself off by chugging down several hot slugs of whiskey. She wiped her cum-lathered mouth with the back of her hand.
And then she made her way through the bodies lounging all over the floor. A girl was taking on two guys at the same time on the couch, sucking one off while the other put it in her cunt.
She saw the pony-tailed girl again. This time she was kneeling on the floor with her slender stomach and hips bent over an ottoman.
A long-haired guy was putting the meat to her mouth, sloshing it in and out of her hungry swallowing lips.
All around her was a riot of fucking bodies and sucking mouths. Bare tits poked out of pulled-up tops or unbuttoned blouses.
Lipsticked mouths drooled and slurped on long glistening cocks.
The air was full of cum. The scent was over- whelming. Total raw sex was the only thing that held the crowd together. All the chicks and all the guys were reduced to that essence of their being.
Sex perfume, Denise thought... the smell of satisfied cunt, emptied cock, the smell of stiffening pricks easing into O-shaped mouths or slits, the smell of hot white cum spitting into the air, into girlish fingers and lips.
This was wilder than any show or stage act that Denise and the band could ever put on. BJ and the Extortions were a tame show compared to all of the things going on around her.
She followed the loudest part of the party where all the screams and all the hyperactivity came from. There was a constant barrage of sound coming from one of the bedrooms down the hall.
Denise followed it.
She saw girls all around, sitting on the floor, sitting on cock, sucking it and jerking it, girls sucking on tit and on cunt.
The group was spread out in a vague circle around two beds in the center of the room. As they engaged in their own acts of lust, they concentrated on the action taking place on the two beds.
There was the college chick, Sherry. She was totally luded out, and like a lot of girls who got wrecked that way, she was no longer in control of what she was doing... or what was being done to her.
The redheaded girl was bouncing on the bed in just her white cotton panties. Her wild motions had the mattress rocking up and down in a steady creaking sound, matching the back-and-forth trail of her lips.
In her pouting mouth was a stiff cock. Hairy nuts hung just an inch away from her chin, slapping at her lips every other stroke.
Jimmy, the guitarist that she had a crush on, was fucking her mouth in front of an appreciative audience. The guys and girls talked about her sucking prowess, drooling and moaning and eating cock like it was the only thing in the world for her.
Sherry's big tits jiggled with every beat of cock in her mouth and every stroke of cock on her chest. Spedder, the bass player she had insulted before, was jerking off on her jugs, slapping her tits all over his prick.
Her jugs were already streaked with semen and so was her mouth. This wasn't the first action she had. Denise could tell what had happened.
Jimmy had coaxed her into the bedroom when she was totally stoned on ludes, smoke, booze, and anything else making the rounds at the party. Then, once he got her sucking him off, he didn't let her stop. She was beyond caring, beyond stopping, and now there was a line formed behind Jimmy. He was probably going for his second round of sucking from the redhead.
The guys in the line were already hard, waiting their turn, all excited from watching her steadily suckoff action. All of them wanted a piece of her hotshot ass. All of them wanted to fill the rich-bitch college girl with the real score.
Suddenly gobs of white jetted out of Sherry's mouth. Down onto her tits, down onto her smooth belly. And cum spattered all over her nipples as Spedder jerked himself off to a wild tit-pounding climax.
The same thing was happening to one of Sherry's friends on the other bed.
She had dark curly hair in waves that swept down to her shoulders. Like Sherry she had that All American look ... but it was tarnished slightly by the way she was cooing and groaning on the bed.
Her naked ass was bumping up and down on the bed. Her legs were spread, knees bent, and she was fingering her cunt, rubbing her clit as she thrashed her lower body all over the mattress.
Her bra was still on, but one of the guys from the bar where the band played was sitting on top of her stomach. His prick rode in and out of her bra, trapped by the clasp, trapped by her fleshy jugs. He had her tits pushed together and wrapped around his cock. His hips jerked back and forth rapidly as he banged away at her titflesh.
The college girl's head hung over the bed, tilted a bit upward, making it easier for the guy fucking her mouth to shove it down her throat.
She strummed his prick with her free hand, milking it when it slid out of her mouth, then clutching his balls when he thrust his meat all the way inside her sucking and slurping lips.
Denise watched as the girl's cheeks bulged, then thinned, filling and emptying of cock with every stroke. Her lips smacked on his prick, coating it with saliva, clinging her mouth to the meat.
Both of the college chicks probably decided to see the party through to the end, unaware of how wild it would get, unaware of what would happen to them. Especially when they were handled by pros like Jimmy and Spedder.
The other college chicks must have left a while ago, Denise thought. They probably didn't have the nerve to stay, or maybe they were a bit smarter and knew what was coming.
Right now it looked like a dozen guys were coming .. . all lined up for Sherry's mouth, along with her friend's sucking lips.
Cum spouted from the cock in the curly-haired chick's mouth. Lines of flowing wet semen etched themselves down the girl's cheeks and chin. She lapped up the spitting cum and jerked off his cock as hard as she could.
In seconds her tits received a dozen spurts of cream from the guy sticking his dick under her bra.
Then they climbed off of her.
It was someone else's turn.
Sherry was doing the same, sucking off one cock after the other, transported into a stoned world where nothing at all mattered to her.
Nothing but the hard cocks that pried her lips open. Nothing but the line of men waiting to fuck her in the mouth as she drooled and sucked and sighed.
This kind of thing happened a lot, Denise thought. She knew from experience. She knew what it was like to be treated so casually.
She knew what it felt like, what it tasted like, what it looked like to the others who were watching.
She climbed onto the bed ... she tore off her leather bra. She opened her mouth and waited.
CHAPTER SIX
BJ and the Extortions were back in the city for six weeks before their debut album came out. It was titled "Word of Mouth" and the album cover showed Denise strutting in front of the band in her skimpiest black leathers, holding a mike two inches from her O-shaped mouth. She was obviously BJ.
Even without any music inside, the album cover alone would have sold the band. In the first week 100,000 units were sold. And that was just the beginning. Denise was hooked into the machine now, and there was nothing in her way ... as long as she followed the rules for the wet slide to the top.
Their album appeared on Sects, masquerading as a small independent label. Actually the label was merely part of a huge conglomerate that included a few television and radio stations, magazines, and a just-starting-up B movie company.
The Sects label put out a lot of New Wave albums, pushing for a wild, anti-establishment image. Denise got a kick out of it, knowing that she and all the other New Wave artists were part of the huge entertainment complex.
By now she knew all about holding up illusions, about faking it, about pulling in, and in some cases pulling off, the suckers.
It was business and sex was always good for business. That part of her act got all the play in the record reviews. And all of the reporters who interviewed her concentrated on her sex appeal.
They wanted to experience it first hand, and since Denise knew how the operation worked, she always gave in. Giving head was good for publicity purposes.
Denise was in the hands of the Sects label PR man now. Compared to the way Lenny handled her for the Hot Licks agency, the new man was an angel. A wicked angel, but he was a lot smoother, expert in holding onto the illusions that he created.
Though Mark and Lenny still owned her for the Hot Licks agency, the label man called all the shots. A deal was worked out so that all the sharks were satisfied. Everyone got a piece of Denise.
The PR man's name was Wyatt, and like all of the others in this business, he went by his first name only. Denise got a kick out of it. Everybody wanted to be a superstar, a hot shot success, so that first name was enough. Only one Wyatt in town. Only one Lenny. One Mark ... But of course, there was only one Denise.
She fell victim to the practice herself. Why not? she thought. If anyone earned the right to act like a one-of-a-kind star, it was certainly Denise.
She fought her way every foot, every inch, every quick suck of the way.
Everybody was a star in this business, she believed. She also believed that if it was a female, then she had to travel the same root to get to be a star. It was all male-dominated. Men called the shots and men shot the shots. Women stood there, knelt there, or lay there, and took the shots.
External sex machines.
But in a way she didn't mind it. Not anymore. She had done so much, been through such hell, that nothing fazed her. Denise had followed s many degrading commands that she felt nothing could shock her anymore.
There wasn't a thing she wouldn't do.
Wyatt was always putting her to the test that way. Every day there was something new, some hotshot she had to put on an act for, take off a dress for, crawl on her hands and knees for.
But at this level, now that she was making it and the album was starting to sell big, things worked out differently. Her publicity gigs had a bit more class.
Instead of being dumped at some ratty nightclub, introduced to the owner, and then introduced to his cock within a matter of minutes . .. Instead of that action, Wyatt fixed her up with a halfway decent bastard-reporter, critic, or gossip columnist.
He would take Denise out for dinner, dancing, drinks ... and then she would get introduced to his cock.
It was all just a matter of degree. The semen tasted just the same and it went into the same places. Sometimes it went on all night long, and sometimes she was sore and bruised before it was all over with.
But in these encounters there was a certain politeness, a shared illusion that both Denise and whoever cocked her all night tried to maintain.
They pretended it was by choice that Denise sucked off his cock, that she would have done it anyway, even if the prick in question wasn't an influential type who could help her along in her career.
It was a different lifestyle. She moved among people who had made it, or almost made it. She mixed with plenty of money-stuffed dudes who were used to testing out high-quality flesh like Denise.
One thing was really different. For the first time Denise wasn't forced to put out for the man handling her. She wasn't expected to take five minutes off during the middle of the day to suck off Wyatt.
At least ... that's how it was for a while.
She thought Wyatt was giving her a chance to go her own way, choose her own partners on her own time. She thought that way right up to the time when he caught her at the end of rehearsal for a new number.
BJ and the Extortions were already working up a dozen songs for their second album. For once Denise was feeling like she was legitimate and that her own talent was responsible for the rise of the band.
Singing in front of them, vamping up her siren sex qualities, playing a full-tilt rock stress, Denise had just about convinced herself that she was independent and she could make it on her own.
And then Wyatt, gentle-looking, gray-haired Wyatt came up to her in front of the rest of the band, held up his hand for them to stop blaring out their instruments and took her hand.
He smiled at her, obviously anticipating diving into her big tits hanging out of a metallic-gold bra get-up, jiggling, sweating, fleshily sticking out in front of her eyes.
"I've got a limo waiting downstairs. Be in it in ten minutes."
"But we've got a few more numbers to run through, Wyatt," Denise said, trying to save face. She wanted to act like she was a professional, like she wanted to discuss the terms of her career ... she wanted a say in her life.
"Fuck that," Wyatt said.
She stared at him. It was the first time she had ever heard him speak like that. Though it was a sleazy business at best, Wyatt kept up the appearances day after day, making like a true-blue businessman, a fast mover but a classy one. Until now.
Now he revealed himself, and it was worse this way. She could see in his eyes that he'd been saving up his emotions, and his tremendous desire, for this moment ... this moment when he could claim her in front of everyone.
She felt shocked for the first time in months.
" It would just take a little while to run through the songs," Denise persisted. She didn't know why she kept it up. Maybe she had become too attached to the make-believe world that Wyatt had set her up for. She had become too much involved with the illusion.
"I don't like to repeat myself, so forget this crap, and be downstairs in ten minutes. Or you can get lost." He was smiling at her, totally out of touch with what he was saying.
"I'll be there," she said.
"Sir."
"What?" Denise asked. "Say, 'I'll be there, sir ... ' " Wyatt laughed. "Or, better yet, say 'master.' " She spoke it under her breath. "Louder!" Wyatt said. Denise bowed her head. Tears rolled down her face. She thought of throwing down the mike, running out of the studio, going it on her own. But she knew how it would end. It would be worse that way. She'd be lost, fucked around with, and there would be no reward. At least here ...now ... "Master," she said.
"Very good, Denise," Wyatt said. "Or maybe I should call you by your stage name ... BJ ... Yeah, I think I'll call you BJ. I'm in that kind of mood." He turned around and headed to the door. At the last instant he stopped, looked over his shoulder, and shouted, "See you in ten, BJ ... or else!"
Then he was gone.
The rehearsal studio was totally silent. The other members of the band just stood there. They didn't say a word when Denise rushed off the stage.
Exactly ten minutes later she was standing in front of the long gray limo, staring inside at Wyatt. Wyatt nodded to the driver, a stocky man in a black suit who looked like he doubled as a bodyguard.
He got out, pulled open the door, and ushered Denise into the cavernous back seat. She sat close to Wyatt, and, assuming a timid voice in the hope that his old self would return, his apparent fondness for her, she asked, "What's wrong? All of a sudden you treat me this way, and I-" He waved his fingers, a brush-off, that arrogant shuffle of his that she'd seen so many times before when he used it on people who bored him or were annoying him.
"That's a girl," he said. "Shut up, and no one will know what a silly cunt you are."
She collapsed back into the soft plush leather seat, a scarlet cushion that swallowed her up.
The limo eased into city traffic.
"Now," Wyatt said. He dropped his hand to her satin-stockinged thigh, clamped down onto the soft flesh, and pulled her knee towards him. "Now you and I settle up."
She gave him a look of hatred meant to wither him, humiliate him, devastate him.
He laughed.
"Look at me any way you want, BJ, but remember, you still play my game. Hate me if it makes you feel good. As long as you make me feel good ... well, that's all that counts."
His hand whispered up her thighs, then rubbed between them, teasing the moistened crotch of her shimmery gold hot pants.
While his right hand rubbed back and forth, obscenely dominating her entire body, holding her right there flat against the seat, his left hand deftly undid his belt.
"No," she said, "not here. The driver will see us."
The sound of his zipper going down was like a slap in her face.
"Can't it wait until we get back to your place?" she asked.
"No, it can't." He took her hand and shoved it inside his opened zipper. His prick leaped out at her touch, stiffening and lengthening in just seconds, pushing hard against his underwear.
She closed her hand around his cock, rubbing it up and down, and with each second that passed there was a lot more to rub, to squeeze. Denise stared at the driver ... as the driver stared back at her. His furtive eyes under the chauffeur's cap were locked into the rearview mirror. The mirror seemed positioned so that it would capture what was going on in the back seat instead of looking on traffic.
Wetness seeped through the thin cotton and quickly spread across her moving palm.
His hand had moved up now to her left tit. The gripping fingers crawled all over her golden brassiere, seeming to enjoy the satiny feel of the cup more than the yielding softness of her titflesh.
Then his fingers pawed under the cup, roughly pulling at her tit, cupping it, exploring it completely, taking every jiggling inch under control.
"Take my cock out," he said. He sat back and watched her with an amused look on his face.
"But the driver ... Come on, Wyatt, can't this wait, really, can't it wait until we get to your place?"
"Oh, but I've got something else planned for us, darling. This is just the beginning. Go ahead, take out my cock and do all those things you're so well-known for."
She gripped his cock hard.
When she pulled it out of his shorts it was already slick with the constantly seeping juice. It glistened, half in and half out of her fist.
She jerked it up and down.
In the silent cavernous limo the slapping sound of wet cock poking out of her fingers was deafening. Slap, slap, stick, stick, slap, slap ... Hard cock jabbing at her squeezing hand ... White and long and snakelike, jumping in and out of her fist...
Jabbing his cock upward, lifting his hips with each downstroke, pulling away with each up- stroke, Wyatt was totally lost in watching her.
His eyes stayed glued to her beating fist, just as his cock stayed glued to her fingers. The only time he looked away was when he gazed at the tit he pulled out into the open, mashed in his grasping hand.
Denise tried to be subtle about it. She tried to jerk him off without leaning way over, without making it so obvious she was yanking up and down on the cock ... the hard stiff prick wetly singing in her fist... in and out and up and down ... slapping, slapping, fucking her hand, squirming like a captured animal, but squirming in pleasure ... hairy nuts jumping up and down ... the groaning growling sounds from Wyatt's throat connected to the slapping sticking sounds coming from her beating fingers.
"Now you can suck it off. Now you can stick that meat into your pretty dick-licking mouth."
"Not here," she whined.
"HERE!" he shouted. He grabbed the back of her neck and pushed down. The whipping motion stunned her as her lips mashed against his rock-hard prick.
His throbbing cockhead roughly pierced her mouth and shot straight upward. The seeping wet staff oozed to the roof of her mouth and then rocketed down into her throat, stuffing her face right up to his balls.
She sniffed the strong musky smell of cock, the odor of leaking semen, the odor of her own saliva as it sloshed and dripped down his prick.
"Mmmmmnph," she moaned, choking on his prick, trying to guide it in such a way that she could move the slick throbbing mass in and out of her mouth and breathe at the same time.
"Suck harder, harder."
"Mmmmn, mmmmph," she gagged.
"Good. Good. All this time I've been waiting for you, all this time I've been saving up for this moment, letting you go on and on, letting you chatter away to me with your stupid dreams ... Now you can listen to me for a while. Now you can listen to what I want."
Her head bobbed up and down. The blonde, platinum, and streaked-red hair flew all over as she sucked him off, gasping and licking.
Now the sound of the slapping fingers was replaced by the sound of her drooling, sucking, choking lips.
"Uhhh, uhhh, uhhhh, ssssssssp, sssssp, mmm-mmmmn, mmmmmmmmnph!" She licked and wildly took in his mouth-stretching meat, eating him as hard as she could, hoping to bring him off and put an end to it.
"Ahhhhh, yeah, suck it, suck it good, ahhhhh, yeah, you are good ... the best ... the fucking best." Wyatt held her head down on his cock so that it seemed like his prick was an extension of her, a tube of rigid flesh that fell down out of her mouth, wet and glistening.
It was a tube that she so hungrily, so dutifully sucked. It was part of her job.
Part of her training to be a media girl.
Her hand covered the base of his cock, prodding it with a squeezing motion. She jerked off his root and sucked it off at the same time.
Now his hands crawled all over Denise, filling with tit, pulling down on her mounds of flesh jutting out of the shimmering gold trap. He alternated between mauling her jugs and pushing her face down so he could fuck her lips.
"Uhhh, uhhh, harder, suck it, suck it, mmmmmmn!"
With one more shove he ripped his dick into her lips and blew off his load. The hot gobs jetted out of his hard pulsing cock, down into her accommodating throat. She continued bobbing her head up and down to provide hot sucking comfort to his cock at the crucial moment.
Her hand flew up and down on his meat, yanking it like it was a stick shift, a joystick that spit into her slurping lips at full speed.
"Go, go, suck it, suck my dick!"
She pounded his cock as fast as she could, eating it whole, stuffing it into her mouth and then closing her lips in a tight squirming O. Denise drew out his sticky cum with her constant suction, letting it splatter over her slippery tongue, letting it ooze down her chin.
When she swallowed as much as she could she pulled his prick out of her mouth to finish off the rest of his load. As the limo rolled over the road, she held his cock straight up in the air and hovered above it with her lips.
It was like an ice cream cone, flowing at the top. Droplets of bright white cream seeped out of the thin puffing slit of his cockhead.
The cum met her tongue.
"Ooooh," she said, "ahhhhh, it's so good, so thick, such a good fucking load!" It was bullshit, she knew, but it was bullshit that all men liked to hear.
Wyatt laughed.
He stared at her, leaning back into the plush cushion of the limo. "If it's such a good load, baby, then don't miss a drop ... That's right, eat it all up, eat that fucking cream . .. Let me watch you suck it..."
Her hand flew up and down his glistening cum-soaked dick, pulling it close to her lips, to her extended tongue. She made a muted, growling sound, as if she was eager to coax out another full load of semen.
Her tongue pressed onto his cockhead just as another squirt erupted. It widened across her tongue, a bitter hot pool of white.
Then she slurped it down her throat.
He pushed her head away. Casually he zipped himself up.
Denise sat there with her tits hanging out of her golden bra get-up. Her titflesh was streaked with the clear smears of semen that had fallen onto her while she'd been sucking him off.
Almost daintily she wiped her hands over her jugs and rubbed her fingers into the large soft mounds until the sticky fluid had dried.
Then she rapidly hid her tits back inside the clinging golden bra.
She noticed the eyes of the driver looking into hers via the rearview mirror. Even through the glass partition Denise could see the glint in them now, as, cap tilted back, the stocky driver grinned.
He probably watched it all. He probably saw her sucking up the cum from Wyatt's prick. The bastard, she thought, the fucking pig bastard.
She folded her arms across her chest and let herself collapse back into the seat.
"Why did you have to make me do it in front of him?" Denise said.
"Hmmmmn?" Wyatt said, barely paying any attention to her now that his cockjuice had streamed into her mouth. He turned his head toward her after a few seconds and said, "What's got you so upset now?"
Denise pointed toward the driver who was now looking straight ahead. "Him! He's got me upset. Why did you make me do it in front of him? ... That bastard was watching every second of it."
"You're mad because I fucked your pretty little mouth in front of a driver? Is that it?"
"Yes."
"I don't believe it," Wyatt said. "I really can't believe you are talking this way. I mean, after all the things you've done ... " He was enjoying this. Teasing her was another part of the sex act for him, but this time he was verbally toying with her, fucking her again, but this time fucking with her head. "You mean you can whore around every fucking day, sucking cock at the drop of a zipper, spreading for every damn guy I say ... and you get embarrassed because a chauffeur sees you blowing me. That's wild!" "But, Wyatt-" "Cool it, honey," he said. "I don't want to hear any more from you. Not until I get you back to my place. You see, I got something special planned for you."
"Wyatt, I mean it, I'm mad. Treating me like this, in front of the band, and then, in front of him. He was watching me suck you off, man, watching me blow you!"
"Fucking bitch!" Wyatt said. "I've had it with you. You don't like the driver seeing you suck off cock. You think you're something special all of a sudden. Just a fucking cunt, just like all the rest!"
"No!" she shouted. "I don't think I'm something special. I know it. Otherwise, why would you go through all this crap with me. The rehearsals, the promos, the taping sessions. I am someone special, and I don't have to put up with this kind of treatment!"
"You don't?" he said. "We'll see about that." Wyatt slid forward on the wraparound seat and rapped his knuckles on the glass partition.
The driver turned his head over his shoulder.
Wyatt pointed toward the sidewalk, motioning the driver to pull over. Then he jerked his thumb back toward Denise.
The driver nodded. Then he smiled. At the next block he turned right. He drove down the street looking for a parking spot.
"What's going on?" Denise said.
Wyatt didn't answer her. He just sat back and patiently waited. In a few minutes the driver brought them to a parking garage. The limo drove at a good pace in the darkened tiers and finally came to a stop on the third level of the garage.
The driver got out and came back to the passenger side. He opened the door on Denise's side and slipped in next to her. Instinctively, she moved aside, away from his huge bulk.
"Is anything wrong, sir?" the driver said. He looked past Denise as if she wasn't there.
"Yes, Paul," Wyatt said. "It seems that our delicate piece of ass here is embarrassed by what she just did to me. She thinks that you were watching her, shall we say, suck me off. Take care of her, would you?"
Paul grinned and tipped his chauffeur's cap. It was like a salute of thanks. Denise could see that this sort of thing had happened before. Wyatt probably passed a lot of tips Paul's way, tips with nice bodies attached.
"Nothing to be embarrassed about," Paul said. "You looked fine, real fine. Now, if you'll just get on your fucking belly, honey, I'll make sure that you feel real nice and comfortable."
"What's going on?" Denise said.
"Do what he says," Wyatt said. He leered at her. "Go ahead. Do it." Denise felt like crying. She felt like screaming. But she did it. She turned around in the seat, then crawled onto the floor. Her knees were on the floorboards, her ass was sticking over the edge of the seat, and her hands were clasped on top of the seat.
The chauffeur crouched behind her. His hands came down on her hips and then yanked hard. Her hot pants and panties came down at the same time, all the way down to the back of her knees.
He removed his hands after pawing at her ass-cheeks, positioning her so that she backed up a few inches off the car seat.
She heard the swift zzzzzp of his pants, and then she felt the swift lunge of his prick. He'd been excited already, turned on by watching her suck off Wyatt. Now his stiff rod darted between her thighs and up into her cunt.
Denise was wet, wet and parting, and then his dick was inside her just like that, all the way to the hilt. It was purely animalistic, the heavy groaning, the rapid strokes, the pussy-filling hits of cock inside of her.
He played with her tits, pulling down on them, making her jam her entire body on his cock.
"Paul likes to watch the whores when they suck me off," Wyatt said. He was looking down at her with an amused expression on his face, watching her writhe and squirm with a cunt full of stiff plunging cock.
"Uh, uh, uh," Paul grunted. "It's coming, mmmmmn, I can feel it coming ..."
It happened just as Denise was getting excited, getting the flow of pleasure in her body.
Paul's strokes ripped in and out of her hole. His meat quivered and lengthened and stiffened and just as he was about to shoot off, he pulled his prick out of her cunt.
He grabbed her shoulder, yanked her around, and then squirted his wad in her face. The spewing semen jetted out in strip after strip of hot white.
Denise lay there on the seat, watching his throbbing cock cream all over her. It splattered on her tits, on her face, on her hair, squirt after squirt, pump after pump of cum.
Paul jerked himself off until there wasn't a drop of semen left inside of him. Then he leaned forward, wiped his cockhead all over her belly to dry it, and then stepped back. He dressed, got out of the car, and then went back up to the driver's seat.
Denise started to wipe herself off, to get rid of the staining cum all over her skin.
"No," Wyatt said, as the limo once again drove off. "Don't touch a thing, not yet. It makes you look natural." He laughed. Then he lit a cigarette, and looked out the window, away from her.
Denise stayed there, covered with the driver's semen, the driver who had watched her and embarrassed her, and now, creamed her from mouth to thigh.
"Now you know where you stand," Wyatt said.
Denise watched the thick white glob of cum trail down her tits. She nodded her head.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Wyatt didn't say a word to her on the elevator that took the two of them straight up to the penthouse he entertained his clients in.
He didn't say a word when he parked her on a circular black velvet sofa by a wall-length window that looked down on the city lights.
She stared at her reflection in the window, vague and shadowy.
Outside it was dark. Inside was the same. Hushed lighting illuminated bits and pieces of the penthouse. Here and there a painting was displayed, or a gleaming chrome-tiered collection of jade sculptures. Everywhere the eye travelled, there was something to delight it.
And then, when Wyatt returned after a couple of minutes, his arms laden with dark garments, Denise realized that she was like everything else in the penthouse ... an object, an object to delight the eye ... and, in this case, to delight the cock.
Wyatt handed her a rich black dress, dark stockings, a white garter, and a wired bra with velvet cups.
"Put them on and go into the room at the end of the hall."
He dumped the clothes in her lap. Denise meekly accepted them and stood up from the sofa. She could feel his eyes burning into her from the back, eager for her body even though he had just possessed her a short while ago.
Denise pushed open the door at the end of a plushly carpeted corridor.
And she gasped.
Inside was a monstrous blend of old and new. The bed in the center was wide and long, a four-poster with thick polished wood, under a billowing canopy.
Hanging from the bedposts were straps. Black leather straps and belts decorated each carved post of wood.
Two delicate sitting chairs occupied each side of the bed, almost as if they were ring-side seats for someone to watch the entertainment in the arena. A cane was slung around the side bar of the bottom part of the bed.
There were mirrors ringing in the room. All sides reflected upon one another and there were a dozen images of Denise just standing there dumbfounded.
It was like an old English bedroom ... with a few elements from the modern sex shop thrown in.
She sat down on the bed and stared with a strange feeling welling up sinfully inside of her. Her eyes were held by the straps.
Then her fingers ran over the gentle bonds. So smooth to the touch, yet so full of the promise of danger. Denise couldn't help feeling excited, she couldn't help enjoying the fingers of fear that crept up and down her thighs and then wound up inside of her. She pressed her thighs together to ease the throbbing sensation of her clit.
He wasn't fooling when he said he had something special in mind for her.
Maybe it was just her arousal before, from the forced sucking she gave to Wyatt, from the sleazy service she performed for the chauffeur ... from the need to be satisfied, a need that hard spitting cock awoke in her ... whatever the source ... Denise found herself looking forward to the use of the strangely fitted bed.
She slowly dressed.
Into the silk stockings.
Into the wired bra, stuffing herself into cups that made her already huge tits stick out even more.
Into the deliciously clinging dress.
Into the white gloves.
And into the spiked heels.
She got herself all dolled up in the outfit that Wyatt handed to her, and then, recoiling from the shock of her bright platinum hair in the mirror .. . she smiled.
She was just like the room. Half elegant. Half sleazy. All woman. She fixed her hair as best as she could, brushing out the snarls from where Wyatt had gripped her head when he had fucked her lips in the back of the limo.
Then she waited.
She sat on the bed, thinking, thinking, imagining what he had in mind for her ... and then she realized that this was part of his plan. He wanted her to stew in here, to build up her passion and her fear by playing out all of her fantasies, by conjuring up the worst and the best that he could do to her.
And then, when she was wet between the thighs, when she was caught up, wanting to dive onto her back, spread her legs, and take whatever came her way ... Then he walked into the room.
"Welllll..." she said. "You've certainly gone to great lengths for this game." She glanced around the room, letting her gaze take in all of the straps, the whips, the cane, the mirrors, and lastly, her gaze fell down into the wide V of her dark dress.
"It's not a game," he said.
"Oh, come on!" she said. "You've got me all dressed up like I'm a fucking baroness, or something, and at last you've got me in your torture chamber." She let out another girlish laugh. She folded her arms in front of her so that her tits stuck out even more from the clinging black dress. She did everything she could to look coy and alluring and.. .in on the gag. "It's almost like you're trying to scare me into thinking this is all real."
"Exactly," Wyatt said. "All for real." He closed the door behind him and then made a big show of locking it. One bolt slammed into place. Then another. And then he turned a key to switch the final lock into position. He pocketed the key and then walked toward her.
He stood right in front of her, his crotch just inches from her face. Both of his hands curled into fists which he rested on his hips.
"You think you're such a lady," he said.
"No ... "she said. "Come on, what is this . .. you made me get dressed up like this ..."
He smiled. His hands reached out and grabbed her neck, then caressing her skin softly, he pulled her to his prick and rubbed it up and down her lips. She mouthed his hard cock through his black pants.
"That's it ... lady ... that's the way to show what kind of lady you are."
She didn't like the tone of his voice. There was something crazed in it, something that oozed with a dangerous air to it.
"Take it out!"
He whipped down his zipper and then made her reach in for his prick. She pulled it out and sucked it into her mouth, blowing him the second she felt his throbbing meat surging on her tongue.
She cast a sidelong glance at the mirrors that ringed the room ... and she saw her pretty head bobbing up and down on a stiff cock, angled sharply out of his pants, slipping wetly and loudly into her mouth.
She was all dressed up, all decked out in these knockout rich-bitch clothes, and here she was sucking on his knob, making her smacking mouth into a tight hole for him to fuck, to stick with slippery steaming meat.
His hands clasped behind her neck and forced her to go into a rapid bobbing motion. Cock slid in and out, in and out, way back, over her tongue, down into her throat, stuffing, stuffing her with prick.
She could hardly breathe, all she could do was suck and smack and drool and let her lips whip up and down on his hard plunging meat.
Then he pulled his prick out. "Ready?" he said. "Are you ready to go through with it?"
She stared at his swollen cock in front of her face, throbbing away, surging with love juice, nuts hanging out of his pants, all wet, all sweaty, all sticky from her hot sucking mouth.
"Yeah," she said. "I'm ready."
"Good. Because I want something that no one else has ever had. I want to be the first to get you right where it feels best. You know what I'm talking about?"
She shook her head.
"Well, it's time you found out."
With a sudden movement he flipped her over onto the bed. She was down on her belly for a second, but then he had her on all fours. His strong hands worked quickly, sliding all over her.
His hands spread hers apart, looped them with the black leather straps.
She didn't try to stop him.
Then he had her so that she was kneeling in just the right position. The straps on her ankles weren't as tightly bound, but they kept her from moving away.
She was there, half kneeling, half leaning forward, her tits sticking way out of the black dress.
Then he was behind her, out of his pants, just in his shirt, flapping away at her. She could feel his stiff bare cock pressing into the back of her dress. The wet tip of it rubbed against her cheeks.
"Ohhhh," she said. "Uhhh, what are you going to do? What are you doing?"
But she knew. She knew. And she didn't try to stop it, she didn't yell or scream. She just stayed there and waited and let him do what he wanted.
And what she wanted ... All this time she wondered what it was like. All this time she imagined it, pictured it in her mind, but never took it upon herself.
Now it was coming to her. Hard. He lifted the back of her dress up and tossed it over her hips. Then he rammed his cock between her thighs. The wet cockhead split her cunt lips and then moved up and down, stoking her up.
He teased her clit with his cock, with his fingers, riding her from the back.
His hands swam over the backs of her thighs, always in a prying motion, always readying her cheeks. She was wet all over, wet from her cunt juices that were steadily spilling out of her. Wet from the hot fluid seeping out of his stiff prick.
He smeared some lotion on her back. Then down. Then down lower. Her thighs glistened. Her asscheeks glistened. She was poised there on the brink. Kneeling. Hands bound. Hide bound ... by passion... by the presence of a man kneeling behind her with only one thing on his mind.
Her ass.
"Uhhhhhh," she grunted, feeling it press against her. "Uhhhh, it's so hot, it feels so hot back there."
"You want it? Or you want me to stop. Say the word and you can march out of here."
"Uhhhhh," she said, by way of answer, and pushed back against him. She rotated her hips in a jerking motion, always pushing back on his prick.
It went in.
It went in an inch.
And then more. In a sudden burst of wet hard throbbing cock, he jammed her good. It was like a quick plunging shaft that filled her to the brim. All the way in, hot and hard and growing, stretching inside of her.
The quivering mass of flesh probed and rocked and made her squeal with delicious torment.
"Ohhhh, ohhhhh, it's just the way I thought ... Uhhh, it's so good, so fucking good ..." She rotated her hips again, each time tugging harder on his cock.
It was trapped inside her, wetly fucking her, wetly and loudly.
Wyatt's hands gripped her by the cheeks, running up and down the firm rounded flesh, pulling at them, pushing at them, guiding the motions of her ass while he fucked her. His nuts slapped away at her cheeks, hot and sweaty, banging away at a feverish pace.
She knew he couldn't take much more of this kind of pleasure. And neither could she. It was an incredible feeling, a new thrill that made her glow with a fiery rush from toe to tit, every inch of her on fire.
Wyatt's hands fumbled at the front of her thighs, spreading farther apart, seeking out her dripping cunt. She lifted herself up, impaling herself onto his cock, giving him access to her juice-soaked pussy.
"Ohhh, yes, oh, fuck yessss!" she shouted when his fingers found her clit. He teased the throbbing bud, flicking it up and down while he slammed dick into her from in back like a pile driver.
His prick made a sloshing, slippery sound, ramming all the way inside her tight hole.
"Move your ass, baby, uh, uh, move your fucking ass for me, make me squirt inside of you." Wyatt's breath was quick and loud. His voice was strained. He was caught up in the ecstasy of giving it to her, fucking her tail as hard as he could, trapped in the wet tightness.
Denise shook her head from left to right, groaning in the drowning pleasure that blacked out every other experience she had. Only because she had been waiting for this to happen to her ... only because she wanted it in this manner ... only because she dreamed of it constantly since she had witnessed that lady reporter getting it up the back door ... at last she was making it happen just the way she wanted.
"Give it to me!" she shouted. "Come on, Wyatt, drill me with your dick. Squirt it, ohh, yes, squirt me with your hot fucking cum!" She pumped up and down on his cock, pushing it deeper inside her, making it jiggle in and out while his fingers played around with her cunt, stroking in and out, tickling her clit ... fucking her in the ass. Fucking her just how she wanted it.
One of his hands reached up for her tits, pulling them out of the wired bra, mauling the huge mounds of flesh. The other fucked her cunt.
And his cock pinned her body to his from the back, holding her in place for his cheek-splitting pleasure stick.
His balls slapped rapidly at her ass while he drove his cock all the way inside. Her tits flopped in and out of his pawing hand.
And her clit throbbed away at a mile a minute, stiff and pulsing with pleasure .. . pleasure derived from his stiff and pulsing stick inside of her ... pounding ... slapping ... wetly tearing into her.
"I'm gonna come, now, I'm gonna come in your ass!"
"Do it! Do it!" She jammed herself on his cock, holding it trapped with her tight muscles. "Uhhhhhh!"
A bolt of hot cum burned inside of her. It splattered out of his quivering cockhead, up into her tunnel, wet, gobby, over and over creaming her ass with a sticky wad of semen.
"It feels so gooood, so goood," she said. She chanted over and over again, entranced by the entire body-fucking she was getting.
It spurted up inside of her, gob after gob, like hot slaps, stinging every bit of her, coating her insides with hot squirting cream.
"AHHHHH!" she screamed, flooding her cunt with the hot juices of orgasm.
Her clit throbbed wildly, driving her insane with the steady beats of pleasure that coursed through her cum-filled body.
As hot semen spurted into her, hot pussy juice seeped out of her in a flood of liquid passion. She was drenched and emptied at the same time.
Then his strokes slowed down.
Denise kept on pounding herself back on his dick, impaling herself on the stiff spurting tube, and milking it at the same time, clenching in and out with her tight, cum-lubricated muscles.
Then he rammed it into her one more time, knocking her to the bed, flat out on her belly. His cock plunged in and out, pinning her to the mattress, flooding her with one last wad of sticky semen. He pulled out his hard cock and then rested it on top of her cheeks, crashing down on her with his full weight. Denise moaned and sighed, rubbing her ass against his groin, rubbing it until she was soaked from his wet cock.
"Uhhh, that was good," Wyatt said.
"It was the best," she said. "Mmmmmn?"
"Best I ever had it," Denise said. She collapsed then, closing her eyes, burying her face into the pillow, completely drenched with contentment.
"You could have it all the time," Wyatt said. "If you really want it." His hands caressed her bare shoulders, her tender sides, then down, down, until he had both of her big tits in his hands.
"What are you talking about?" Denise said. She was sleepy, but intrigued at the way he was talking. Something was up, beside his stiff cock that was running up and down the crack of her wet ass. She knew that Wyatt had enjoyed it as much as she had, probably even more.
"I'm talking about coming over to me," Wyatt said. "I can handle you."
As he talked he rode up and down the firm rounded cheeks of her ass with his cock, lunging, smearing it with the filmy semen oozing out of his prick head.
"Mmmmn," she said. "You sure can handle me."
"I mean, legally. You can switch agencies. I'll represent you, give you a bigger slice of the action, and ... I'll send you farther up the ladder than Hot Licks ever could."
"You can have your own clients, even though you work for a record company?" she asked. It was like a purring sound that came out of her mouth. She dreamed of it, of how it could be. Wyatt was definitely on a higher level than the Hot Licks agency. More class, more cash, more ass, she thought. She would enjoy being handled by Wyatt in every way.
"It's a wide-open business," he said.
"But will Mark let me out of my contract?" she asked.
"Deal with him some. We'll make an offer, buy him out."
"Alright," Denise said. "I'll see him tomorrow, and see if he'll listen."
"I'm sure he'll go along. Hell, he knows if he doesn't cooperate with you, now that you're making it big in the media, you can make things difficult for him ... especially with my help." Wyatt was so confident, so damn sure of himself, that it spread to Denise. She felt that it was already over and done with. She'd see Mark, he'd let her out of the contract, after naming a price, of course, and then she would come over to Wyatt's camp.
Wyatt was getting rigid again. He moved up and down, humping her cheeks, getting her wet and ready again.
"It'll be great," he said. "You and me, all the way." For emphasis he pressed harder with his cock against her bare ass. "After all, what could he do to stop you from going your own way?"
Mark's office seemed like a prison to her the next day. After just ten minutes in there she felt like everything was closing in on her.
Everything went wrong.
He was being a real prick, a conceited smug bastard, all neatly dressed in his business guise, his black hair neatly parted, his handsome lean face smiling cruelly whenever she pleaded with him to let her out of the contract.
"Why should I let you go?" he said. "After all the work I did on you, turning you into a slick pop singer instead of just another chick with big tits and a ready-to-suck mouth ... " He laughed at her, folding his hands together, leaning forward on his desk.
"Wyatt can make things difficult for you," she said, clinging to her last hope.
Mark laughed. "Yeah, sure. Don't think this is the first time this sort of thing has happened. Everybody wants a piece of you sluts .. . once you make it, that is."
He got up from the desk. "Take a look around," he said. His arm waved around the room, at the full-length posters that hung on the wall.
All the other chick singers he represented looked down at Denise from their glossy posters. All of them were posed in sultry, sometimes sleazy, positions.
"They all wanted to get a bigger cut once they made it big, once they peddled their asses enough." Denise nodded. "So?"
"So they didn't get what they wanted," Mark said. "And they all had hot shots like Wyatt putting the pressure on to break their contracts." He paused, stared at her tits straining against the striped red tube top. "And you know why they all stayed with me in the end?"
"Why?" Denise shrugged, as if she didn't care anymore.
"Come on over here." Mark took her hand and lifted her out of the chair facing his desk. He dragged her across the room and made her sit down in a form-fitting chair facing a large projection-TV screen.
He fiddled with the console unit, inserted a videotape, and then sat down in a chair next to her.
"Just watch, you silly bitch. Just you watch and maybe you'll understand what I'm talking about."
Denise stared at the screen. Then she recognized one of Mark's top acts, a big-titted brunette who sang crossover country music. She was on stage, whipping her microphone cord as she hopped all over the place, jiggling and singing in front of a country band.
Then the tape was spliced. The next part showed that same brunette sucking off a stiff cock poking out of a pair of black pants.
She sucked until cum splattered all over her mouth and dripped down her lips, down onto her bare tits.
Then the camera moved up and showed the man she was sucking off. It was Mark, smiling as he wiped his semen-spouting cock all over the chick's face.
There were more clips of the country girl, sucking off cock after cock, sitting on squirting pricks, jerking them off on her tits and on her face.
"I gave her, her first big break," Mark said. " Just like I gave it to you."
Denise nodded her head. She was spellbound by the image of the country singer getting fucked and stuffed with cock after cock.
Then another girl came on. A rock singer. She was shown on stage ... then on the floor, on her knees. Sucking cock.
It was a parade of celebrity skin. Chick after chick putting out, doing whatever Mark directed them to. Gangbangs, group sucking, titfucking ... anything that he could imagine, he had them do.
And it was no wonder that they all stayed with his agency.
Then Denise saw herself on the videotape. Sucking off Mark, sucking off Lenny, getting fucked by a dozen guys that all had her right here in this office.
Cum on her face, on her tits, all over her.
The hard cock in her mouth on the screen, exploding in ribbons of white cum, was replaced by the hard cock poking out of Mark's pants.
He held it in his hands, not even looking at her real body, but looking at her naked cocksucking body on the screen. He held his prick out to her lips.
"Go ahead. Suck it for me. Prove that you're gonna stay with me ... Or else, I'll ruin you with this tape, bitch."
Denise stared at his prick. And she thought of what would happen if he decided to show the tape around town. She'd be treated worse than ever, laughed off the stage, used by every hotshot media hustler in the business.
It was okay to put out an image of hard-drinking, coke-snorting, sexy bitch songstress ... but it was quite another to offer the proof, to show her in explicit sex.
Maybe in a few years it would be accepted, maybe then the tapes would lose their control over her career. But until then they would be the most powerful blackmail tools that Mark had.
Until then, Denise would be doing whatever he said.
She opened her mouth, grabbed his stiff prick, and inhaled it. Her O-shaped lips tugged on the hard slick meat, puffing away like there was no tomorrow.
Mark idly rocked his hips back and forth, shoving his cock down her throat.
And then came the first load of cream... the first of thousands more to come.
