Behold the modern American woman, freer, more independent, and more aware of life in general than any woman in any country at any other period in history or pre-history, since the beginning of evolution. Yet this modern American woman, with certain exceptions is no less a slave to men now than she ever was, and that is because she chooses to be.
Once, when a woman was forced to do something, she had the excuse that she did it because she had no choice. Today, that excuse is no longer valid.
Our heroine is a perfect example. Her way of life is something chosen by her and not forced on her. She is not a drudge, she is not a housewife, but she is a model. She is a model by choice and not by force. Yet in spite of this freedom of choice, our heroine allows herself to be led into "bondage."
But then the modern American woman is no different from the modern American man. There are leaders and there are followers. The majority of people are followers because they elect to follow.
Our heroine learns the hard way that leaders are leaders because they have the courage to make decisions, right or wrong. It is this quality, this ability to make decisions, that makes leaders stand out, and this is what our heroine discovers for herself.
Chapter One
As a little girl, Melanie was always able to wind her father around her little finger. As a teenager she was able to cajole and tease him, and therefore get her way with him whenever it pleased her. So when she was graduated from Shreveport High School, she had no trouble convincing her father to send her to modeling school. Anything else would have been a waste of time as far as she was concerned.
In a physical sense Melanie was absolutely correct. She had the perfect figure for modeling. She was slender, with high, small-but-firm breasts which she was able to bind, if necessary, and she had boyishly flat hips, though there was obviously nothing boyish about the rest of her. Her thighs were long and slender, her knees round and smooth, her calves full without being bloated, and her ankles were neat and trim. She had small feet with high arches, too.
Facially she was a stunner. Her eyes were a piercing brown-she would have preferred blue, but one can't actually, physically change one's eye color-and her black hair was short with a sassy cut, almost like a page boy, but not quite. Her nose was short, straight, and had that sculpted look, though to be truthful it was her own nose and not the product of a plastic surgeon. Her lips were almost thin, but always looked pursed as if ready to kiss someone. Her face had a nice oval shape to it, and all the boys in high school kept trying to make a play for her.
Melanie had had one bad experience with boys when she had first started high school. There was this young hippie-type, Dave Saul, over whom she was ready to flip out, only Dave, schmuck that he was, treated her like some kind of property, and so Melanie had eventually kissed him off. From that time on, Melanie had wanted nothing to do with boys, enjoying the fact that they were crazy for her.
Finished with modeling school, Melanie was certain she was ready for the world of high fashion at the age of twenty. What was more, she was sure the fashion world was ready for her, as well. She had poise, dignity, looks, and ability. Unfortunately she quickly discovered there were about five-thousand girls in line ahead of her with the same qualities. She was just going to have to wait her turn.
Being a clever lady, Melanie went to a private studio and had a portfolio made up with pictures of her modeling every bit of clothing she owned, and quite a bit of clothing she had managed to borrow from girl friends. Now all she needed was a good agent, and she finally found an agent willing to handle her.
Marty Charles was from the same school as Melanie, but a few years older, and he had to admit his school sure turned out a winner in this girl. But he also knew she was the frosty type. Given time, Marty would be able to break her down.
Marty was just about six feet tall, and if he didn't have the body of a weight lifter, he was as close to looking like one as possible. He did all kinds of exercises three days a week, and as a result he bulged with muscles. His face was still boyish, even though he was on the wrong side of twenty-five, with large brown eyes, a straight, long nose, and a ruggedly firm jaw.
After three days of waiting following her hiring of Marty as her agent, Melanie went to his office to find out what progress he was making. The office was a small two-room affair in a mid-town building in Manhattan.
"Well," she asked, walking in unannounced, primarily because Marty had no secretary to do the announcing, "have you come up with anything worthwhile for me, yet?"
"Stay cool, Miss Lamarr ... " she had always admired Hedy Lamarr and so had chosen Lamarr as her working last name. " ... you know, finding the proper vehicle for someone like yourself isn't easy. It isn't a question of merely getting you a job. I'd have had a job for you last Friday if a mere job was what you wanted. What I want to do is get you in with the right people. You know, it's easy enough to find you seventy-five-dollar-an hour modeling jobs, but the important thing is to get it with the right people."
"Come on, Marty," she snapped impatiently. "The important thing is for me to get my feet wet, so to speak. What do you have?"
"Right now, what I have isn't right for you, honey."
"What is it?" she asked.
"It's what's known in the trade as figure-modeling."
"I thought all modeling was figure-modeling."
"You don't understand, honey," he continued. "In this case they model your figure ... with nothing on it."
"Is it for some kind of soap or cologne ad?" she asked.
"No, honey, it's for a raunchy man's magazine. Granted, the photographer who does the work also does a lot of high-class work for some of the better ads, but still ... "
"I'll take it," Melanie insisted.
"Hey, your father'll have my nuts if he ever finds out ... "
"Come on, Marty, no one's going to tell him. He never reads those kind of magazines, anyway. In fact, no one we know reads those kind of magazines. I'll take anything you have to offer, right now. If I make a strong-enough impression on the photographers, maybe they'll remember me when some of the better ads come up."
"Be careful, honey. These magazines do a lot of hardcore stuff, too."
"I can take care of myself," she assured him, taking the address from him and floating out the door.
Chapter Two
The address was, as Marty had said, that of a high-class fashion photographer, which, as far as Melanie was concerned, merely went to prove that the best of them needed walking-around money now and again. The studio door was open when she got there, and she walked in.
The photographer was busy setting up some props, and when he looked up a smile creased his face.
Ivor Goodson was as tall as Marty Charles. He had a long, almost pointy nose like Marty, but there any resemblances between the photographer and the agent abruptly ended. To begin with, Goodson was, if not fat, slightly hefty, and certainly not at all muscular. He was always smiling, which led Melanie to be suspicious of him immediately. His skin was a deep tan, as if he baked under his own klieg lights too long.
At that moment Goodson was wearing a pair of tan pants and a green checked shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Melanie was wearing a white blouse with a blue jumper that clung to her like a cocktail dress.
"You must be the model Marty sent over," Goodson said, still wearing the leer.
"I was told I'm getting seventy-five dollars an hour or as much for any part thereof," Melanie said coldly.
"That's right," Goodson nodded. "There were supposed to be two other girls here, but they weren't able to make it today. If you want, we can shoot the whole session with just you. It'll take about five hours, breaks included."
Secretly, Melanie was overjoyed. Five hours meant four-hundred-and fifty dollars, and deducting the forty-five dollars for Marty, that still meant more than four-hundred dollars for herself.
"Fine," she nodded. "Where do I get undressed?"
"There's a dressing room over there," Goodson told her, pointing to a red door in the otherwise green wall of the studio. "Just take everything off. I'll have various items for you to wear out here, but the parts of you the boys want to see will always remain exposed."
Shrugging, Melanie walked into the small dressing room, removed her clothing, hung everything up neatly, and with a towel Goodson had provided wrapped around her, she stepped back into the studio.
She saw he had closed the door.
"Okay," he told her, sounding very professional behind the camera, "take off the towel, go over to the floor mat, and kneel on it, but with your head turned toward the camera. Keep your thighs wide apart, honey. We want everything showing."
Melanie wanted to protest she had never done anything like this before, but she knew such protestations would be considered unladylike, and so, with her back turned, she removed the towel, walked over to the floor mat he had pointed out, and kneeled on it, letting her buttocks point toward the camera.
"Jesus!" Goodson gasped. "You have the perfect ass, honey. I'll tell you something else. You have a nice little pussy there, too, but if you ever do any more of this kind of modeling, be smart, use a scissors and trim the hair. Make it short so the pussylips stand out. Got me?"
"Yes," Melanie replied.
He snapped pictures for more than an hour, then finally told her, "Take a break."
Melanie immediately grabbed the towel and wrapped it around her body.
"Want a Coke?" Ivor Goodson asked.
"The kind you drink or the kind you snort?"
"Take your pick."
"I'll have the drinking kind, thank you," Melanie said, softening a little, seeing the man was apparently not looking at her like a woman, but rather as someone to study for the camera.
He brought her a twelve-ounce bottle of Coca Cola from a refrigerator he had in the small adjacent kitchen. He, himself, simply went about removing the four rolls of film he had shot of her, putting them in the darkroom, which was behind a blue door over to the right. When he returned he had five more rolls of film.
Once again Melanie assumed all different kinds of odd poses, odd in the sense that no matter how she posed, the camera was always photographing her from the angle of her vagina. He made her spread her vaginal lips, then had her bend over again and pull her asscheeks apart. She drew the line at inserting a finger into herself.
"Sorry," she told him. "Except for a gynecologist's speculum, nothing has ever probed into me, and I'd like to keep it that way a little while longer."
An hour-and-a-half after that, he called for another break.
"Look," he told her. "You still have too much hair down there. I'm not asking you to shave the area naked, but I'd like you to trim some of it away. I'll get a scissors."
"This is ridiculous," she insisted. "I'm afraid I'll cut myself."
"Honey, you have a classic figure," he told her. "I'm not going to kid you, sweetheart. I do a lot of work for the high-class outfits, and I'd be able to fit you in, sure as hell. But I'm telling you right now, a lot of ads call for nude modeling, as well as bikini modeling. Now with all that hair down there, it would ruin the shots. So why not be smart and trim away enough so that nothing hangs out if and when I take bikini shots of you."
"I told you," Melanie insisted. "I can't. I'm really afraid of cutting myself with the scissors."
"All right, all right, don't make a big deal out of it. Look, I'll do the trimming. We'll get it done very quickly, because I still have a lot of photos I need to take of you."
Melanie wanted to protest, but she felt to do so would make her sound gauche. If there was one thing Melanie insisted on being, it was, with it. Protesting to a man who obviously saw vaginas every day of the week would be almost ludicrous. So when he approached her with the scissors and told her to lie back on the bed with her buttocks at the very corner and her thighs spread wide apart, even though she reddened, she did precisely as he told her.
She lay there as he went to work with the scissors, and when he was finished he took a hand mirror and held it up, showing how he had trimmed the hair very neatly, forming a heart shaped frame around her vagina. Without waiting for her permission, he used some lather and a razor and shaved away some more unwanted hair so that the heart shaped line of black hair stood out very starkly on the white of her pubic mound as it framed her pink labia. Melanie had to admit, she liked the effect. It made her vaginal lips stand out even more than if she were totally bare down there.
"Okay," he told her. "We'll work straight through from now on. By the time I'm finished, you'll be so tired you won't be able to stand straight."
They worked for nearly three hours straight after that, and by the time he was finished, Melanie was very tired.
"I'll send the check to your agent," he told her, as she dressed in front of him, feeling indifferent to letting him look at her, now.
"What are you going to do with all those pictures?" she asked.
"I have enough photos of you here for six months," he told her. "I'll get top dollar for them from every nudie mag in town."
"How about some of that straight work you were talking about, earlier?"
"Tell you what," he said. "I need some high-class nudie shots for the real quality mens' magazines, tomorrow. Be here at nine-o'clock in the morning. Same pay as before. If these work out, you'll be on your way to hundred-and-fifty dollar an hour work."
"You have a deal," she told him.
Chapter Three
Melanie was at Ivor Goodson's studio the following morning at nine on the dot.
"We start with you fully dressed," he told her. "That's the way the magazines like it. There's some coffee in the pot over there in the kitchen, on the stove. Pour yourself a cup, then let's get to work."
Melanie drank two cups of coffee, then posed in what she was wearing, a pullover white sweater and a green skirt. Since she had expected to pose totally naked, she hadn't bothered wearing pantyhose, but instead had put on socks and flat-heeled shoes.
It didn't take long for her to realize she was feeling warm inside, and it wasn't from all the work, since they really hadn't started work. When Goodson posed her on the bed, and this time the bed was made up with fancy satin sheets and blue covers, he began handling her breasts, but he was doing it so matter-of-factly, it never occurred to her he was trying to be passionate about it. All she did know was that her breasts were on fire, and when he touched them, lifting them a little now and again, she found herself unaccountably becoming excited. Everything was exciting her, now. She was on fire inside, and wondered what was in the coffee he had given her.
He had slides of erotic scenes showing on the wall, claiming he wanted them in the pictures he was taking too, but just looking at all of this was arousing the thrilled young woman. A recording of moans and gasps helped to intensify her excitement. Her nipples were already hardening through the taut material of her brassiere, pushing against her pullover. Now he was sitting beside her on the bed, no longer even pretending to take pictures, and Melanie's mind was whirling so that somehow she really didn't seem to care. She was lying on the bed, her arms straight out behind her, supporting her upper torso, with her head lolling back, and her tender breasts were lifted high.
The handsome photographer was well aware of what was happening to her since he had added a pinch of ginseng to the coffee. He was well aware her breasts were straining to be released by now, wanting the sweater to be taken off and the brassiere to be removed, as well. Melanie didn't know what was coming over her, but she was aware she was allowing the photographer to handle her, and she wasn't putting up any kind of a fight.
Goodson's large cock swelled in the tightness of his pants and his throbbing balls ached with maddening intensity. Yeah, he was barely able to contain his impetuosity. He had spent a longtime talking with her agent the previous night, and from what he was able to understand, she was supposed to be one of those untouchable cunts, which meant she was probably a virgin, or damn close to being one. Hell! She was going to be one hell of a delicious fuck.
A warning sounded In the back of Melanie's aphrodisiaced mind, but it seemed too far away to be real, too dimmed by the ginseng and the heady surroundings of the erotic slides and the aroma of incense as she realized he was burning something in a little incense burner. She tried hard to move the man's fingers from her breasts, but all she really succeeded in doing was resting her hand on top of his. Then her hand fell away.
"Don't ... do ... that ... " she said, trying to sound as if she were snapping out a command to him. "Let me sit up, and either go on and take pictures, or just let me get out of ... here."
The man only smiled and pulled her sweater over her head, turning it inside-out as he yanked it from her and threw it somewhere across the room. Then he tightened his fingers, reaching around her and opening her brassiere snaps.
Melanie was panting hard, laboring for breath, and she wriggled all the harder. She suddenly realized her vaginal lips were sodden with fluids from within. Not only that, they were swollen, and rubbing against the bedcovers, making her feel the arousal within her more strongly than ever.
"Ohhhh ... uhhhhhh ... no ... no ... no ... don't ... " she continued gasping. "Don't ... you're hurting me ... uuuunnnnhhhh ... you're hurting me ... you'll tear my clothes ... stop!"
This was ridiculous. She knew common sensibly she ought to pull away from him, put on her clothing and get the hell out of here. The man wasn't taking pictures. He was taking advantage.
But the harder she struggled the more aroused she became, and she began to realize her nerves were shattered and her brain was whirling with the ginseng she had swallowed. It first occurred to her that the man was no longer posing her, but was fondling her pert breasts very freely, trying to intensify the feelings over powering her.
"No ... no ... don't!" she gasped. "I ... uuunhhhh ... don't want to do this. I've ... uhhhh ... never gone this far, before."
"Come, on, sweetheart," Goodson laughed. "You aren't going to get anywhere in this world hogging that cherry of yours. Besides, think about it, there has to be a first time for everything."
"But I don't want ... "
"You're a big girl now, Melanie, not some dumb little pussy who naively walks in off the streets expecting the world is waiting for her with open arms. You have to earn your way, like everyone else in this world."
"Everyone else?" she gasped. "Are you telling me other models do this with you?"
"Eventually, every single model who poses for me does this with me. It's the only way to get ahead. Some with the girls who pose for other big-time photographers."
Her mind began swimming even more hazily as she looked around the room at the various slides on the walls. There weren't just drawings as she had supposed, originally. These were slides obviously taken by Ivor Goodson of some of the hardcore work he did. Couple after couple was flashed on the wall, unabashedly naked. On one wall there was a quartet forming a daisy chain, and in her whirling brain Melanie almost heard the gasps, grunts, and groans coming from the various figures. Much of the work was in shadow, but the only thing that prevented her from seeing what the various people in the slides were really doing was the fact that the slides were not movies, but stills. The poses, for all their eroticism, were frozen.
"Look on that wall over there," Goodson told her, motioning with his chin at tut wall to her far left. "The blonde girl in that slide is Sheree Edwins, the top model in the business, today. She started like everyone else, and she was smart enough to understand the score immediately. Sure, her hairdo's changed when she stopped posing for the hardcore stuff and went on to the better magazines, so no one would recognize her, but that's her, with a young, innocent face."
Melanie turned her head and saw the giant-sized reflection of the slide on the wall. She looked carefully at the passion-fevered face of the blonde, and it was indeed Sheree Edwins. A man was openly digging a hand under the short skirt she was wearing in the picture, and his fingers touching the slit under her panties was just barely visible.
The shock staggered Melanie. With a sharp intake of breath she turned back and looked into Ivor Goodson's evilly handsome face only to discover she was feeling a prurient tingle somewhere deep in her quivering belly, deep inside the untouched cavern of her vagina. A seeping moisture was starting to increase.
Goodson was now slowly insinuating his own hand up Melanie's own skirt, as if copying the action visible on the left wall. His strong fingers were already kneading her soft and tender flesh, pressing the resilient white skin while his other hand casually began unbuttoning her frilly blouse, a blouse she had purchased only a week before.
"Mr. Goodson ... " she whimpered. "Please ... please ... I don't want to get ahead this way. I'm not that kind of girl."
"Hogwash!" Goodson snapped. "All girls are basically that kind of girl-especially in this business," he sneered at her. "You have one fantastically sexy little body, and if no one has touched it up to now, all that means is that it's been going to waste. Waste not, want not! Things are going to change radically, as of today."
Her bra was now totally removed and flung onto the floor along with her sweater. Now he simply sat there with the girl across his lap, staring at the fullness of her mammarial moons, and he had to admit, even if they weren't huge, they were perfectly round, and now that she was totally naked from the waist up, and he was concentrating on her as a sex object rather than a model, he was enjoying the sight of her, immensely. He wasn't thinking the least little bit about what she would look like before a camera. Right now his sole interest in her was in the way she looked as someone about to satisfy him. Melanie was shivering even though it was a spring day outside, and the room was warm.
The lovely brunette's breath came in pantingly short spasms and she began blushing furiously with shame. She turned her eyes away and tried to cower away from him, sliding off his lap and onto the mattress, hunching over, protectively. Goodson smiled and grabbed her hair, forcing her to sit upright, her rounded breasts twin mounds of quivering delight thrusting out for him to admire.
Somewhere near the bed was a switch, and he pressed it, and all the slide pictures on the walls changed at once. Melanie wasn't aware of it at first, until he said, "Now take a look at the walls and maybe you'll understand precisely why I can't let you out of here until I've fucked you solidly, honey."
She lifted her eyes and looked at the four walls. On each wall there was a slide of herself, in full color, her vagina prominently displayed. In one of the photos she was on her knees with her buttocks high up, her vagina prominently displayed as her thighs were spread wide open. It was one of the first photos taken because she saw a large clump of black hair covering her outer labia. However, on the other three walls the pictures showed the way he had trimmed the fur around her pussy into a heart shape. In one photo she lay on her back with a pillow propped under her buttocks, her thighs wide apart, her vagina still the most prominent part of her. In the third slide she had her hands on her knees, pulling them wide apart, displaying her inner vaginal lips stickily open. In the last picture, there was a close-up of her vagina, and above the top of her vaginal lips her face, slightly out-of-focus, was barely visible, but visible enough for her to recognize herself.
Goodson had two hands on her breasts now, and he was massaging her twin paps eagerly. The sight of herself on the walls had to be even more erotic than the scenes of Sheree Edwins being manhandled. She realized she had an even better body than Sheree had possessed when she had been young, naive, and had come here to pose for photos.
Goodson reached out and pushed another button on a console that stood on a small table near the bed. Sounds of erotic panting and breathing, as well as gurgling, filled the room. Melanie's mind was whirling, and she gasped, "These are all posed, and you know it. I posed for you, and nothing more."
"Yes," he admitted. "But the photos of the others were not posed. What's more, there'll come a time when I'll take photos of you that aren't posed."
"I don't believe that any of these girls were willing to do such terrible things," she insisted. "I'm certain everything was posed."
"You're wrong," he told her. "I said to you, everyone has to earn their way in this world, and the top fashion-models are no different. See, for yourself."
He pressed another button on the console, and the slides disappeared, and on the far wall she saw a motion picture. It was a naked Sheree Edwins on the very bed on which she was now lying, her head rolling from side to side. A man's hand was delving into the blonde, curly pelvic hairs so widely and openly displayed between her thighs. The model's legs were quivering as if palsied, splayed widely to let the camera see everything and anything taking place. This was totally different from looking at all the stills at which she had been staring. This was building unwanted heat in Melanie to a new, fevered pitch.
The lovely brunette continued staring at the nakedly squirming spectacle on the wall. All the while Ivor Goodson was playing with her body, building the heat higher and higher inside her.
Other motion pictures now snapped on, as if timed to come in at this moment, and there were pictures on all four walls, creating the feeling Melanie was part of an orgy. Men and women were constantly running around, playing with one another, rutting like so many different wild animals. She wouldn't have believed such a thing would take place were she not witnessing the film of it with her own eyes. She knew none of this was faked. It was the real thing.
The flooding heat coming from between her own thighs was so heavy, she was aware of her inner womanly juices staining her own panties as she felt the moistness seeping between the clenched crevice of her rounded buttocks. As the hand of Ivor Goodson wormed its way more insistently against her shuddering crotch, the continuing sense of pleasure she was feeling began to mount, and she rationalized that she was feeling all this solely because of everything at which she was looking. Her mind, now totally overwhelmed by the ginseng she had swallowed, was starting to accept everything. It was wrong, it was wicked, but it was oh-so-delightful. She clamped her eyelids tightly closed, panting like an overworked race horse, resigning herself to the lurid sensations coursing uncontrolled through her overheated body.
Abruptly she was shocked almost totally out of her reverie. Goodson's fingers were probing between her vaginal lips, at the doorway to her virginity. A finger had insinuated itself into her while her mind had wildly drifted this way and that intrigued at the sight of what was happening on the four walls. Every woman in each of the four movies was not only capitulating to the men, but was willingly enjoying what was happening. She was aware of Goodson's finger snaking its way inside her panty crotch and rubbing the moist, warm lips of her seeping vagina. She squirmed in the hope of getting his finger away from her, but her movements seemed to aid the man. His middle finger was sliding in and out, less than an inch, but it was poking into the tunnel of her body in which only a gynecologist had previously looked and felt. He was teasing and tantalizing her with his tactile titrations until she was ready to leap off the bed and crawl around the room in order to put out the unquenchable fires continually mounting in her helplessly contracting vagina. The sight of Sheree Edwins, the most beautiful and stunning of today's models, being entered by a virilely strong male, her body being buffeted solidly into the bed in which she, herself was now lying, was too much for her to withstand.
Yet from somewhere the warning voice in the back of her mind managed to reach her frontal lobes, and she found the strength once again to resist.
"No!" she gasped out loud. "No! No! No! Don't touch me down there! Let me go!"
Goodson's only reply was to simply grip the crotch of her panties and twist until he had torn them from her shuddering body.
"Stop being such a goddamned cockteaser!" he growled.
"I'm ... uhhh ... not teasing," she gasped out loud. "Damn it, let me go!"
Goodson almost burst out loud with laughter, saying, "Are you serious? Do you think after getting this worked up over you I'm just going to let you get up and walk the hell on out of here? Hell, honey! Even if I were dumb enough to pull a stunt like that, you wouldn't know what to do to relieve the ache inside you. I caused the feelings you now have, and I'm the only cure for them."
The young virgin gasped as she realized he was telling her the truth about the feelings working their way around inside her. She had no idea just how to relieve the aches she was feeling.
On one of the screens, she saw Sheree Edwins was being brought to a whining pitch, and the sounds coming from the sound system playing all around the room seemed to be almost coming from the mouth of the blonde who was on the far wall. The man on the screen who was with her was pumping wildly between her thighs, and the blonde was responding equally wildly. Then the man pulled out and slowly began kissing his way down Sheree's body, and as his head moved lower and lower, the camera zoomed in for a close-up of Sheree's cunt. The man's face was mere inches from the seething pussy.
The camera cut to Sheree's face. Her mouth was wide open and her eyes were waxen balls of lust. It was obvious she, too, had been drugged at the time. Then the man with her was massaging the flat plane of her belly and massaging the outer flanges of her sucking vaginal lips, pulling outward, totally exposing the rich pink meat of her inner lips as the camera once again locked on her vagina. The bud of her clitoris stood erect, and it was a bright-red against her otherwise pink flesh, clearly in view above the shadowed mouth of her clitoris.
Goodson, realizing the sight of all this was swamping the girl's mind, decided to give it yet another shove in the direction in which he wished her to go. He dug a reefer out of his drawer and lit it with his free hand, while his other hand continued working in and out of her seething pussy. Then, while his thumb titillated the bud of her clitoris, he pushed the reefer between her lips, feeling the way her puckered lips were trembling.
"Suck on it, baby," he told her. "Suck on it, and whatever smoke comes out don't pull into your lungs. Swallow it into your belly. This way, your lungs don't get contaminated, but you get the feeling just the same."
Like an automaton, the helpless Melanie, who had never even had a regular cigarette between her lips, pulled on the marijuana, and the sweetish, acrid smoke curled into her belly, and from there it seemingly wandered into her tantalized brain. It performed all kinds of miracles, blotting out the seeming evil of all that was happening, filtering out her own fears, replacing everything with a thrilling, delightful kind of wickedness.
She stared at the far wall, watching with overt fascination as the man in the picture let his tongue flicker over the wide-open, poutingly offered vaginal orifice of the famous model, Sheree Edwins. Her own body began wildly jerking as she saw Sheree responding again and again with mounting spasms of excitement. Her hips began rolling in a heavy undulation, moving from side to side, and the man between Sheree's thighs had more and more room in which to bury his face.
Melanie dragged all the more deeply on the "grass" and felt as if her entire body was beginning to blossom with new, totally unfathomable sensations of lusting delight. She was caught in a mindless, uncontrollable desire to participate in what she was seeing. God! It was as if the people in the movies were real, and she wanted to belong to their group. Oh God! Yes! She had to belong to this wonderful group.
"All right, honey," Ivor Goodson said to her. "It's time to let old Ivor take a gander at that sweet little pussy of yours he's been touching. I'll bet you're nice and hot and juicy down there, by now."
The licentious demand of the hungering photographer excited the virgin brunette even more, and she moaned in her drugged stupor as, without protest, she now surrendered her vaginal slash to his lustful desires. The man pushed her rounded buttocks higher, then removed her panty waistband. Now he found the buttons to her new skirt and undid them. Then he eased the skirt down her legs, saying, "You won't need any of this stuff for awhile. When you go, don't worry, I'll have a fresh pair of panties for you. I keep a supply of them on hand."
Melanie felt as if her body was so much loose rubber in the tight grip of the man. She was completely mesmerized by the sights, sounds, and drugs infiltrating her mind.
He took the roach from between her lips and stubbed it out in a nearby ashtray. Then he stared at the delightful slash of the vagina where, only the day before, he had cut and shaved away all hair except for the heart-shaped outer rim of black fuzz.
He had her naked as the day she was born, and Melanie sprawled deliriously thrilled back on the bed, breathing and panting heavily as she found herself unable to tear her eyes from the pictures of Sheree Edwins spreading her thighs wide, then clamping them tightly closed around the head of the man between them. Her own nubile form was an entrancing combination of raven ebony and alabaster whiteness, especially where her breasts and asscheeks swelled, with a touch of pink color running below the triangle of her pubic mount.
Ivor Goodwin had fucked a lot of models in his time, but he had to admit, this one not only had one of the ripest bodies of the lot, but she was responding more avidly than any of the others, initially. Christ! She was literally a pure, innocent blossom of womanhood, and he was going to be the one to deflower her. Usually he let some stud take a woman first because he didn't like the idea of getting messed up with virgin blood. But this one was so stunning, when he had sent her home the previous day with instructions to return, he was determined his was going to be the first cock to enter her.
Her mewlings of lust goaded his throbbing cock to even stiffer hardness. He was well aware of the throbbing and pounding of his shaft as blood beat through the blood vessels, and tiny colorless droplets seeped from the slit and coated the head, making it shine.
His fingers began crawling into the seething valley of her maidenhood, wet as it was with her emissions. He began solidly rubbing her clitoris, and when the girl felt the pressure of his finger against her tiny little bud, some sense of reality returned to her. She remembered hearing how painful defloration was supposed to be, and panicky gasps began rising from somewhere deep in her agonized lungs.
"Not ... so ... hard ... " she panted. "I've ... uhhhhhh ... never ... aaaannnnhhhh ... done anything ... oooonnnnhhhh ... like this ... before ..."
Melanie was sliding on the bed, sliding, sliding, sliding, and then she was slithering off the bed, onto the large rug on the wooden floor, moving crazily, uncontrollably as the man continued rubbing her clitoris with his finger. Goodson remained beside her the entire time, never once letting up with his hand. She writhed and squirmed on the floor, feeling as abandoned as all the others in the movies on the four walls. Her nerves felt stripped bare under the obscenely delightful torture of his finger rubbing her clitoris.
Completely enjoying himself, the handsome studio photographer crouched down beside her and spread the sodden lips of her quaking vagina, slipping his middle finger once again into the tightness of her innocent vaginal oriel. He pushed deeper, caressing her previously untouched vaginal walls, and her inner vulva sucked tightly around the probing finger as it drove deeper and deeper. He began a deliberate in-and-out movement all over again in a slow, teasing fucking motion, wanting the lovely brunette even wetter, knowing he was shortly going to fuck her, and the pain of his impending entrance into her body would be that much less. Hell! That impalement was due to take place shortly, or he would shoot in his pants.
On the far wall, it was plain the man who had been sucking Sheree Edwins's cunt was no longer satisfied with merely cunt lapping. He had already had his cock inside Sheree, now he intended probing with it one more time, filling her with all his masculine meat.
From where she lay on the floor, Melanie was still able to see the far wall, and she stared as the camera zoomed in on the man's humungous phallus. Good Lord! It was immense, really immense. She wondered how Sheree had been able to take the organ inside her, earlier. She gaped at the thickness of it, certain it must be longer and broader at the moment than it had been when he had initially pumped into her.
Obviously Sheree Edwins was used to this kind of treatment, but the camera focusing on the blonde's cunt had shown how tight and narrow the orifice was. Melanie found her eyes locked on the movie, staring at the huge penis as the man arched his body over that of the trembling Sheree. It soon became obvious Sheree was trembling with want and need as she reached out with her right hand, grasped the quiveringly thick phallus, and began anxiously guiding it between her vaginal walls.
Melanie's throat was dry and constricted as she watched the way the man levered his body lower, his thick cock spreading her vaginal lips and sliding ever-so-smoothly into the tiny blonde-bearded mouth, a moaning sigh seemingly coming from the two of them, though in reality it was the sighs stiff coming from the audio system.
Now the man began wildly pumping his throbbing penis in and out, the same way Goodson was probing in and out of her vagina with his thrusting fingers. The blonde locked her ankles around the thighs of the man fucking her, and the tempo in the movie began to build until her asscheeks were visibly making seeming dents in the mattress as she continued grinding her body against his.
Melanie realized her vagina, of its own volition, was now sucking strongly on his fingers, even though he probed with two of them no more than two inches into her. Her hips were wildly thrusting Upward at his hand with the same rhythm the blonde on the far wall was using while being fucked by the stud chosen to service her.
The cords in Melanie's neck were tautly strained as she felt the sexual torrent inside her building higher and higher. She rolled against Goodson, and this forced the man to remove his fingers since he didn't want to hurt her. She twitched and undulated, unable to stop the motion of her bouncing body, not knowing what she was doing or where she was, totally oblivious to all other things in the room. She was concentrating on what was happening to her and she was unable to believe she was so willing to accept it all.
Ivor Goodson didn't want to wait another moment. The throbbing in his aching testicles and the pulsating in his cock was unbearable as aching desire flashed through him. The time had come to fuck this beautiful brunette.
Lying beside her on the floor, he unzipped his pants, pulled off his shirt, then flung everything, including his underclothing, away from him as he got to his knees, crouching over the horizontal brunette, his eyes gleaming with desire and lust for her. God! She was absolutely beautiful.
Melanie stared between the fullness of her small, round palpitating breasts and watched the way his penis jutted out from his loins, throbbing as if it were a living thing unto itself. The tip of the organ touched her, leaving a smear of colorless masculine secretions on her bare thigh, and she began quivering beyond control. This was the first time any male had dared to be so intimate with her, and remembering the way the blonde in the movie had reached up and grasped her lover's penis, she had to stifle the urge to do the same thing with Goodson's cock. She stared at it, highlighted in the lights coming from the various projectors still throwing pictures on the four walls, and it looked white-hot and harder than steel. She mewled, her eyes now wide with wonder and anticipation, as well as with fright as the full impact of what was going to happen suddenly exploded in her brain. He was going to shove his hardened, throbbing cock into her cunt, and looking at the organ, she realized it was every bit as large as the one on the screen, when looked at in proportion to the rest of him. What was more, her own vagina, from the stills she had seen on the walls, looked much tighter and narrower than the one between Sheree Edwins's thighs.
Her throbbing vagina was open and wet and aching for the fat cock, but her mind realized how much she would have to be stretched to accept it, and so she inwardly cried out at the impossibility of accepting such a mammoth organ inside her this first time. Maybe another time, after someone with a thinner organ had more easily stretched her love tunnel, she might be able to take such a huge penis. But now ... it was impossible. Her vagina was much too narrow, inside.
"Don't ... " she gasped. "Don't do it to me, Mr. Goodson," she wept, her voice filled with horror. "I'll do anything else you want ... anything ... but don't do this ... you'll tear me apart ... please ... please ... " she wept as tears flooded from her eyes."
"Anything?" Ivor Goodson loudly snickered. "Anything I want? As often as I want?"
He thought of training her to be his own private little fellatrice. Yes, that would really be something, being the first cock in her mouth, training her to suck the way he wanted her to suck instead of her learning from others, becoming set in her ways, and then sucking his cock as it pleased her to do rather than the way it pleased him.
Then he laughed. Of course she would become a cocksucker. Naturally, it stood to reason he was the one who would have to train her, because she was going to be in a lot of hardcore films he intended shooting. This was no reason to allow her to get away with not fucking for him. No! Her cunt definitely had to be plumbed, today.
"I've never done anything like this!" she pleaded. "I'm afraid of the pain, I'll do anything you want if you don't do this."
"You're wrong," he told her. "You'll do anything I want, whenever I want, as often as I want, because I'm the real key to success as far as your concerned. Me and my cock! What I want right now more than anything else in the whole world is to fuck you, honey. I want you to fuck for me now, and whenever else I tell you to. You do that, and within six months, you'll be rolling in so much money, you'll never have to take crap from anyone else again. Now stop being a dumb twat and do as I tell you. Take my cock and stuff it inside that sweet pussy of yours, right now."
Melanie felt the massive penis now resting as it lay along the full length of her vaginal slit as it defensively clenched in a last-ditch effort to try and keep his throbbing cock out. The swollen head of his pulsating penis jerked between the tight, pink lips, moving down and insinuating itself with a madly teasing pressure into her which made her feel a combination of desperation and desire all the more powerfully.
Her fingers hesitantly trembled as she reached out and touched his swollenly throbbing shaft. Contact with the organ caused a thrilling electric shock to pulsate through her trembling body, moving down to the gently throbbing hole between her shuddering thighs. She tugged the rigid phallus against her, rubbing the tip up and down until the bulbous onion fitted between her cuntlips, feeling them stretch around the organ like a tight oval ring. The head fitted against her narrow opening like a cork into a flask. Her hips tensed themselves, and little by little more and more of his pulsating organ forced its way into her tight, but elastic flesh, probing deeper and deeper.
"Ungh!" she gasped, feeling pain as her interior was being forced to open wider to accommodate the pulsating organ.
"Son of a bitch!" he gasped. "You're the tightest cunt I've ever known," he groaned, his body hovering directly above hers. Her tenderly soft vaginal opening felt as if it were bursting at the seams, and the pain was becoming more and more intense until it was unbearable.
"Aaamaiiiiiii!" she gasped. "Stop, Mr. Goodson ... stop! You're hurting me ... you're splitting me apart down there! No more ... no more ... please ... no more ... "
Her words were suddenly cut off as the blunt tip of his throbbing cock slammed against her resisting hymen. A searing agony raced from the depths of her quivering loins, making her scream even louder, "N-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o ... aaaannnngggghhhhh!"
"Yesssssss!" he hissed at her.
"My God! Stop it!" she blubbered softly. "This is pure agony. Nothing is worth this."
"Nothing?" he asked, panting, his cock-head still pressing against her hymen. "This is your whole future, Melanie. If I pull out right now, you don't get a job anywhere, at least not in the modeling profession. As a photographer, I have an in with every other photographer in town, and I'll pass the word around never to use you in anything. You go through with this, and your agent will get you more business than you'll ever be able to handle because I'll pass the word out that Melanie Lamarr is great. You'll get a hundred-and-a-half, maybe more, an hour, six hours a day, at least four days a week, maybe five. Is this hot little cunt of yours with its cherry intact really worth throwing away a whole lifetime of modeling opportunities. You know, with the proper exercise and diets you can be a model for a good ten or fifteen years, and in that time you'll get so many offers that when the time comes for you to leave the game, you'll have millions, literally millions stashed away. Now all this can be kissed off right now if I take my cock out of your cunt. All you have to do is say, 'Break my cherry, Ivor.' You don't have to beg, you don't have to plead, you don't have to scrounge. Just say those words, and you're on your way to making millions."
Taking a deep breath, Melanie wiped the tears from her eyes. Nothing and no one was going to stop her from achieving her goal. She looked up at him and gasped out, "Break my cherry, Ivor."
"Thatta girl," he said, smiling. "Now I'll show you how it's done, and believe me, after today, there'll never be pain in that sweet pussy of yours again. You'll be welcoming cocks into you as if they all belonged there."
The man ground slowly and deliberately against her shuddering hymen, wanting her to understand she was being fucked by what he believed was the best cock in creation. At the moment she was his, all his, and he wanted her to accept that.
The agony was overpowering as he pushed forward, and the lovely brunette Melanie gritted her teeth tightly together as his long, thick, throbbing penis strained at the thin, vainly resisting vaginal membrane. Her fists clenched and unclenched, and her long legs kicked out, thrashing wildly about in order to try easing the pain, but it was to no avail. Grabbing her firm, young buttocks with his hands, the photographer held her very tightly and jerked his hips wildly, ramming his throbbing cock deeper and deeper into her protesting belly until the resistance within was suddenly torn from inside her. Now he slid deeper and deeper with just enough resistance to make the whole thing seem delicious until the rounded tip of his penis slammed against the rear of her vagina.
Melanie felt the air rush out of her lungs as pain flooded her body, and she gritted her teeth to keep from yelling again. Her virginity was lost and gone forever, and now that it was gone, she was sorry she had clung to it for so damn long. Her mind was swirling as the penis lay resting inside her, and then slowly, little by little, the throbbing organ began withdrawing, only to push right back inside her. There was still pain, but this time it was less, much less. Passion swirled unhindered through her shuddering body. Her blood was boiling in her veins, and the throbbing penis buried so deeply inside her was slowly beginning to feel good in there. Mmmmm! It was so deep, so good, so delightful. She began rotating her hips and the tiny muscles in her now voluntarily opening vagina worked hungrily at the full length of the throbbing shaft. In spite of the pain she was feeling something else, something good, and she had to admit she liked it.
I want to be fucked! she thought to herself, realizing it was the truth. Aloud, she panted, "Yes, Ivor! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me hard, and fuck me deep."
Goodson reached down around the fullness of her roundly squirming buttocks with a probing forefinger and slowly pressured his way into the smooth, rubbery opening between the walls of her squirming buttocks. He pushed against her anal opening, and her feet kicked high in the air again, her toes curling in a combination of pleasure and discomfort. There was a thin wall separating her rectal channel from her vaginal channel, and she was able to feel his finger pressing against his penis through the membrane.
A whirlwind of new sensation tore through the helplessly shuddering Melanie, and for the first time in her life there seemed to be nothing more important to the brunette except the delicious double-fucking of her vagina and her anus. Soft, coughing cries tumbled from her pursed lips as she locked her slim and narrow ankles around the broad back of the man and tugged, forcing him to skewer her burningly wet cunt with the entire length of his pulsating penis as perspiration began forming in little droplets all over her body.
"Aaaaauuuunnnnhhhh ... hhhhuuuuhhhhhhhh ... " she gasped. "Oh myyyyyy Goddddddd! It's good ... it's good ... more ... more ... more ... ohhhhhh yesssssssssss ... "
"Haaaaannnnhh!" he gasped. "This is ... uuuuhhhh ... called fucking, sweetheart. Get used to it ... ohhhhhhhh ... cause you're going to aaaannnnnnhhhhhhh ... get a lot of it in the future."
His fingers raked the pounding cheeks of her lovely, rounded buttocks as he drove his forefinger into her anus again and again, and her own fingers tore flesh from his flat asscheeks as he tried tugging his cock even more deeply into her body. She rolled about in heat and the hard young phallus continued its powerful surging motions. Her seething womanly pandiculation was becoming more and more accustomed to his driving penile invasion and the thrillingly defensive pressure of her anal walls around his probing finger slowly but surely relaxed as a flood of heated juices drowned his throbbing organ in an ocean of her aroused and excited lubrication. She gasped, responding as he wildly fucked into her with long, hard strokes, wanting to discover what it was like to have a man climax inside her, aching to feel the hot sperm now bubbling in his testicles mingle with the secretions seething in her own vaginal tunnel. This was the only thought now pouring through the beautiful brunette's passionately drugged and clouded brain as she gasped her desires to him.
"Fuck me! Yes, fuck me ... fuck me harder ... fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... " she began chanting deliriously. "Ohhhhhhhh ... yessssssss ... make me feel good ... make me feel whatever it is my ... uhhhhhh ... body is climbing toward."
"It's ... uhhhhh ... called an orgasm, baby," Goodson gasped.
It took all of his willpower to keep the photographer from climaxing then and there as he listened to her loud, wild, and almost totally incoherent babblings. He loved listening to a woman beg for his cock, but he had never really expected Melanie to be clamoring for it this quickly. He thrilled to the way her seethingly hot vagina tightly clasped around his penis like a burning, fleshy glove. He had smashed her hymen, the only real obstacle to her enjoyment of sex, and she had let it wash right out of her mind, concentrating on the pleasure instead of the pain. This was a pussy who was really going to get somewhere in her profession, but long before she got there, he intended taking his fill of hardcore photos of her.
"You know," he said to her, "you're a real bitch, Melanie. But you're going to make it big in the modeling world. In a few years time you won't even want to know me. But until then, I'm going to take full advantage of this lush body of yours. I'm going to build you up even bigger than Sheree Edwins, just as long as you remember who built your career for you, and just whose bitch you are in the first place."
"I'm yours, all yours, Ivor," she said, using his given name for the first time, willing at this point to agree to whatever he wanted as long as he didn't stop this magnificent fucking into the seething tightness of her sucking pussy. Her cunt was awakened as never before. "Oh God, yes," she gasped. "I'm yours, all yours. Use me, fuck me, and make me a rich woman, Ivor. I'll show my gratitude in any and every way you want."
She was shocked by what she was saying to him, because until now she had walked all over men, with the exception of Marty Charles. She was even prepared to walk all over him, except it was impossible to walk over a man like that. Still, she was willing to bet Marty wanted to fuck her, and she was getting a sadistic kind of revenge by letting Ivor into her, first. Right now, all that mattered was to have that orgasm he had mentioned. Among some of her girl friends she knew it was known as reaching a climax, or coming. Yes, that was it, coming. She wanted to come. She ached to reach that magical summit rising deep in her young and quivering body.
"Like it?" Ivor asked, as if taunting her.
"Love it!" she replied, letting him know he was not really dominating her in spite of having started out by forcing her to give him her cunt. "Fuck me harder, Ivor. You can fuck me whenever you wish ... uuuunnnnhhhh ... as long as there's work to go with it."
"There'll always be work for you, baby," he told her, continuing his assault on her narrowly squirming cunt and even more narrow rectum, his balls ready to explode and blow apart with the impending release.
He tried keeping his mind away from what he was doing, wanting to hold out just long enough to make her climax. He saw the lusting look in her eyes, but he also knew her mind was working behind those eyes. Ivor knew his women, and he knew Melanie well enough already so that he was certain she was thinking how she'd be able to profit from this the most. Well she had to learn he was the boss, so he would throw her a bone, and then make good use of her in the future.
"Tomorrow ... " he grunted, "I'm ... uhhhhhh ... doing an ad for ... hhhhaaaannnngghhhh ... Turtledove Perfume. I can ... uhhhhhh ... use you for the ad. But in return ... aaaannnnhhhh ... for this ... ohhhhhh ... you have to do a hardcore film for me."
Melanie's gut wrenched at the idea of acting in a triple-x film. The mere idea turned her intestines, making her feel a little sick. "No ... no ... I can't do something like that," she cried out, squirming and twisting her body. "No, Ivor, not hardcore!"
Ivor stopped plunging his throbbing cock in and out of her. The beautiful Melanie, lost in her euphoric cloud of sex, still continued her inner vaginal throbbings, squeezing her walls around his cock for some time until she realized he wasn't moving. His cock lay full length, motionless in her vagina.
"Fuck me, Ivor!" she wailed out loud. "Please ... please fuck me! Don't stop! For God's sake, why did you stop?"
"What about the hardcore film?" he asked. "I need you for it, Melanie. Hell! I'll give you a blonde wig so no one'll recognize you, but I want you making that film for me. From now on, when I give you an order, you do it, understand?" His voice cut into her brain, lashing her like a bull whip.
"Oh my God!" she gasped, clenching her eyes tightly shut, shuddering with humiliation and shame, her conscience-stricken mind a ferment of complete emotional conflicts. She was unable to stand this stalemate any longer. Five minutes earlier she would have done anything not to let him do this to her. Now she was willing to do anything to let him continue with what he was doing. Sex was the only thing of importance in her mind, and since a hardcore film had to do with sex, yes, she was willing to do what he wanted.
"Well?" Ivor asked.
"All right, all right," she gasped. "I'll do what you want. I'll make the hardcore film. I'll let some stranger fuck me. I'll do anything and everything you say, only I have to come. Please, Ivor, I have to come!"
"You're learning fast, little girl," he told her. "You're one hot little bitch, and you're going to love everything. Hell! You're so hot that even after tonight, you'll need a cock to make you happy at different times of the day or night, you'll see."
He was gloating with victory as he reached down and gripped her hips, worming his forefinger even deeper into the tightness of her narrow anus, surging forward so hard he almost knocked all the wind out of her. The movement caused Melanie to once again sink into the all-enveloping sensation of delight caused by the thrilling drive of his heated prick as it fucked in and out of her vagina with demoniacal force. Hell! He had fucked a lot of cunts in his time, and he had to rate Melanie's right up there with the best of them.
The beautiful brunette's body was dripping with perspiration as she felt the heatedly consuming sexual frenzy which once more shackled her demands to his, driving her thoroughly out of her ever-loving mind. All she wanted, all she needed, all she ached for was the continual movement of his cock inside her seething cunt. All she wanted to do was fuck ... fuck ... fuck! Who would have believed she was under such unbelievable control. Someday she would wrest control from Ivor. She wasn't angry at him for what he was doing to her, but she was peeved that he was ruling her. One day she would find a way to control him!
Ivor groaned as the pressure continued building in his swollen testicles. He found he was unable to contain himself any longer. Christ! The crazy ex-virgin was driving him wild with the tight way her seething cunnus was sucking on his penile rod. She was slamming her fulcrum into his body with all the strength inside her, almost as hard as he was pounding into her.
His hands gripped her asscheeks, though he still had one finger in her rectum, and spread the moons wider apart. Then he plunged his forefinger all the more deeply into her rectum, feeling the underside of his throbbing cock pulsating on the other side of the thin, fleshy wall of membraneous tissue.
That was when the lovely brunette shouted to him, "Yes! Yes! Come inside me! Shoot your sperm into me, and it'll make me go over the top, too. Hurry!"
She quivered, sensing the pulsating muscles in his shuddering abdomen tighten against her quivering belly. She tautened her thighs, digging her heels into his buttocks. This was it. This was going to be the first time she was going to have male semen splash inside her. White-hot masculine seed was going to pump into her seething pussy, and she knew without even thinking about it that this was only the first of many, many different splashes of semen to come.
The heatedly long and thick phallus swelled and jerked, and she was able to tell the urethral tube running beneath the underside of his pounding penis was bloated with sperm. He was gasping, moaning and hissing, and the thick, burning liquid splashed deep inside the tightness of her vaginal tunnel, making her pussywalls pulsate in time to the rhythmic spurts of his shooting semen. She shuddered blindly and reacted.
"GGGHHHHAAA ... UUUUNNNNAAARGGGGGHHHHAAAUUUGGGGHHHHOOOOWWWWAAAAHHHOOOWWW ... AAAUUUUUHHHH!" he was bellowing, firing into her time and again. He blasted her body with so much of his sperm, it came trickling out around his pumping cock and began running down her thighs and buttocks, falling on the rug beneath them, staining it. This was when he pulled his finger out of her rectum, gripping her shoulders for better leverage, and just pile-driving into her.
"Hunnnnhhhh! God! Ohhhhhhhh ... yessssss ... whaaaatttt are you ... oooooooohhhh ... dooooooing to me ... what are you doing ... aaaannnnhhh ... my God ... I can feel it in my belly ... my ... oooooh ... vagina ... hhhhannnhhhAAAAllllllYYYYYAAAAAGGGGHHHH ... UUUUNNNNGGGHHHHHAAARRRGGGHHHAAAAA ... UUUUUWWWWWAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!"
Her crying gasps came pouring out of her gulping mouth as their bodies merged into one. Her ankles locked high around his back and her hips twisted upward, clenching hungrily at the length of fleshy hosepipe pounding into her seething cunt. She wildly pulled his ejaculating sperm-shooter ever deeper into her tight pussy.
Melanie gagged incoherently as her own orgasmic juices spun together with the white lava erupting from his throbbing cock, continually overflowing her vagina, running down over his hands as they continued clenching her moon shaped buttocks. Her entire lower body and her breasts heaved up and down, rolling in lewd convulsions of animal climax.
Little by little sanity started creeping back into her brain, and she realized how shamelessly wanton she had been. She also realized all the things to which she had agreed and knew it was too late to back out, now. She had surrendered her virginity, and to turn her back on all of it now would mean her hymen had been sacrificed for nothing.
"You're all right," Goodson told her, still lying on top of her, letting his cock continue to soak in her seething pussy. "You're going to be the biggest thing to hit the fashion modeling world in a long time, Melanie. From now on, you'll be working pretty much for me, except when I tell your agent to give you assignments with other photographers."
"I hope you realize that I expect to be paid for all this time, today," she told him.
"I understand," he nodded. "Besides, I really do have some layouts to do for the high-class mens' magazines. You're going to be star mate of the month as well as of the year for MEN. You're on your way, honey. Here, take a tissue, wipe the sperm from your cunt, and then we'll get down to business."
Chapter Four
Sheree Edwins was disgusted with her own agent. Lately he had been getting slipshod, giving her crummy assignments the like of which she had never received, even at the beginning. It was all because of that bastard, Ivor Goodson. She had told Goodson she had no intention of posing for any more of his porn, and that she was perfectly capable of getting jobs with the good photographers other than himself, no matter how much influence he had with them. She was much in demand by the various companies for whom she had modeled at one time or another, and it was because of this she had gotten some good jobs without Ivor Goodson's help. But her agent, being a long-time friend of Goodson, was not doing her career any good. Hell! She had five more years at best, and then her modeling days would be over.
Sheree had lots of money in the bank and even more money invested in various ways, but she wanted more. She would have loved a film career other than the triple-x jobs Ivor had put her in at the start of her modeling days. However she was smart enough to realize she was as bad an actress as she was a good model.
It was time to change agents, and from what she had heard, Marty Charles was supposed to be one hell of an up-and-coming agent. So she had called Marty and asked him to come to her Long Island home. Marty, she knew, was no different from other men when it came to seduction, and seduction was a game at which Sheree was very good.
She had honey-blonde hair, all natural, not bleached, and her face was something that looked as if it had been put together by a man who made delicate things out of crystal. She had wide-set blue eyes, high cheekbones, a narrow, short nose, and small but sensuous lips inside a heart-shaped face. Her honey-blonde hair was long and swept down her back, while she had a wave on top to cover her high forehead. Her thirty-four (B)-twenty-two-thirty-three measurements hadn't changed from the day she had first started working as a model.
Sheree would have been able to make the seduction scene very easily by herself, but she decided Charles would try even harder for her if he knew he'd be taking on two top models instead of one, both of whom wanted him as an agent, and both of whom wanted him for his body.
Valencia DeMoine was the top black model in the business, and she was also disgusted with her agent, who, it turned out, was Sheree's agent. Valencia was slimmer than Sheree, with smaller breasts. Her face had slightly wider nostrils, brown eyes, and very full lips, and her hair was cut African style, very short. She had another seven to eight years in the modeling business, and she was looking for better than that which she had, so when Sheree spoke to her about their changing agents, Valencia was more than agreeable.
That particular afternoon, Valencia was at Sheree's home, and the two of them were wearing bikinis. Valencia's was all-white, and Sheree's was a brilliant red. The two of them were in the large solarium when Marty was shown in by Sheree's maid. They were lying on cast-iron chaises covered with vinyl padding, which in turn were covered by cotton blankets to make certain their flesh didn't stick to the vinyl. The sun streamed in through the overhead crystal roof.
"Hi, Marty," Sherry greeted. "You remember Valencia, don't you? She's the top black model around."
"I know the both of you quite well," Marty nodded. He was wearing a blue suit with a matching tie and a white shirt.
"Hey, get out of the jacket and pour yourself a drink," the beautiful blonde invited, sweeping her left hand toward the small bar behind her.
"Got any carrot juice?" Marty asked.
"Man, you have to be kidding," Valencia laughed.
"Nope!" Marty responded, removing his jacket, letting the girls see that under his white shirt there rippled muscles the like of which none of them had enjoyed for quite some time, having made it with either very rich, paunchy millionaires who owned the many companies for which they modeled, or the slender male models who, if blown on too hard, would dry up and fly away.
"Man, you have some set of biceps," Valencia said, licking her full lips.
"Thanks," Marty nodded. "Now let's get down to business."
He sat on a third chaise, but he leaned forward at the end of the chaise instead of sitting back like the two women. He was well aware they were giving him the seduction treatment, but he was also smart enough to know it was a good thing to get business out of the way, first.
"Our contracts with our present agent came to an end two months ago," Sherry told him. "We're looking for an agent who has our best interests at heart. After looking around, Valencia and I thought it might be a good idea to give you a try. You're still up-and-coming, but you know enough of the top studios and photographers so that you'll be able to do us some good. We know that you have a few good models to date, but we'll be your really first-class models. Interested?"
"I'd be an ass not to be interested," Marty nodded. "I take the usual ten percent commission," opening a brief case he had brought with him. "I have the standard contracts here, and if you want, I'll make it for one year, renewable if mutually agreed on."
"Good deal," Valencia nodded.
He handed them the standard contracts, which they looked over and signed. Then they handed the contracts back to him, and Sherry said, "That crystal ceiling really makes the sun come in here very hot."
Marty looked up for a moment, but the sun almost scorched his eyeballs, making him look down immediately. His eyes ran down along their bodies as they rose to their feet, resting on the tiny bikini bottoms which were at eye level.
The slight protuberance of their pubic mounds in addition to the minute indentation in each cloth at the point where each pair of pussylips divided, was now delightfully presented to the agent's widely bulging, hungry eyes, and as they moved closer, he became hungrier. Something caught his eye and he stared more closely at the leg band of Valencia's white bikini. His hard cock suddenly began wildly jerking and shuddering as it stiffened as he realized that even against her black skin he was able to make out three or four pubic curls as they peeped out from the white, restricting cloth. It pressed against the black, tantalizing thigh of smooth flesh, and Marty felt his mouth water.
Valencia noticed where his gaze was focused and she smiled, feeling a little twinge of delightedly blissful anticipation deep down in her growling belly. She and Sheree had agreed to seduce the man, but he was making it so easy for them, as if falling into their hands. Well, what the hell, have a little fun with the white dude first.
"Sheree," she asked out loud, "what do you think our new agent is looking at?" She asked it out loud as if the man was meant to overhear her without actually being included in their conversation.
"Might be a good idea if I saw for myself," Sheree laughed, and she walked over to where Marty was sitting and squatted so that her head was beside his before he had a chance to jerk his eyes away in nervous embarrassment. She stared straight up between Valencia's invitingly sculptured loins.
"You know," she said out loud, grinning, "I think he's staring at those lovely black little pussy hairs of yours. They're sticking out both sides of the bikini crotch."
She was laughing inwardly, noting the look of curiosity on Marty's face as his wide eyes raced from the body of one woman to that of the other. Then Sheree reached out toward the black woman's slightly parted thighs. This would get him, but good.
"Do you want me to tuck those hairs back in for you?" she asked, her slender, red-nailed fingers stopping barely two inches short of the white cloth.
Marty had been prepared for them to tease him a little, but he was taken totally off-balance and his mouth dropped wide open in astonishment as his shocked ears heard the black woman whisper her thanks and his disbelieving eyeballs watched the slender probing fingers of the beautiful honey blonde squatting beside him slip deftly under the bikini crotch and then very slowly push the outstanding, crinkly hairs very neatly back into place under the band that covered her so scantily. The fingers seemed to linger indefinitely, almost sensually, for a long, long second before finally withdrawing, their tips gleaming with the heady moisture that was seeping from Valencia's vaginal gash.
Then Valencia was speaking again.
"Do you think our new agent enjoyed the sight of you, another woman, reaching in and touching my pussy?"
Valencia was enjoying herself, a secret smile playing widely over her lips as she watched the effect her lascivious words were having on the handsome, muscled man sitting before her. When it came to sex, Valencia was overjoyed to discover white men were no different from black men concerning the covering of her body. Hell! Sometimes she thought white men were even more lascivious, as if enjoying a black woman was like eating the forbidden fruit.
As far as she was concerned, there was something very exciting about being caressed by another female while this honky man was looking on. It was as if they were acting out a drama for the man, and the mere thought sent all kinds of thrillingly obscene, rapturous delights as she felt Sheree's fingers caressing her, slowly running up and down the inside of her right leg.
"You know what I think," Sheree said. "I think our agent would get the biggest kick in the world out of seeing me stick my finger all the way into that tight black pussy of yours," she cooed, now turning her head and looking at Marty's face going through a series of conflicting reactions at the lurid spectacle obviously taking place for his benefit.
His eyes remained locked on the smoothly stroking white hand that was inching its way up toward the inflamed juncture of Valencia's now shuddering and trembling loins. She watched him licking his lips nervously as she brought her panted nails up into the region that was so sensitive, the upper, inner thigh. This caused Valencia to gasp and sigh in anticipation above her.
From where .he was sitting, Marty's head was twisted awkwardly upward, but the discomfort he was feeling was something he didn't notice. He was unable to tear his eyes away from the tantalizing lesbianic caresses Sheree's hand was ministering to the creamy black columnar thighs belong to Valencia. At the same time, Sheree felt her own sexual excitement starting to build as she looked forward to the moment when her fingers would slither into the hot seething membranes that made up Valencia's pussy. She was well aware the burning box was already sodden with desire.
Marty was unable to figure out what had come over the two females. If they wanted him to fuck them, why the hell didn't they just come out and say it instead of playing these dumb games?
Yet he had to admit he was excited as all hell, especially when Sheree had poked her fingers into Valencia's bathing suit crotch. Just watching her tuck those hairs in had him seething with lustful desire. That alone had caused his throbbing cock to stiffen, but their incredibly obscene and direct language was now making his stiffening shaft twitch again and again. The throbbing organ swelled to such a hardness in his pants he was too embarrassed to stand up for fear they would see and note his erection, realizing they were having the kind of effect on him they wanted to have.
He ought to teach them a lesson. He ought to stand up, put on his coat, and leave, as if they weren't getting to him at all. But then, whom would he be hurting? Only himself. Hell! If they wanted to put on a performance in front of him, fine. Somehow he found it difficult to accept the fact that Sheree was going to finger-fuck Valencia right in front of him, yet that seemed to be what she was going to do, and if that was indeed what she intended doing, then he intended seeing it.
Sheree saw Marty's staring eyes were glazing over with lust, and she knew the time had come to give the new agent something exciting and stimulating for him to stare at.
Directly above her, she heard Valencia's slightly tortured voice gasping, "Go on, Sheree. Push those fingers into me ... " and she watched as one of the slender, black woman's hands slowly reached down between her pillarly ebony thighs, and then yanked aside the stretchy material, thereby opening the way for her pink-skinned friend's entry from below. In the process she revealed to the agent's lust-hungry, ravenously glittering stare the rich pink of her glistening cuntal lips adorned by a black haze of damp, curling hairs. All this took place less than eight inches from his awestruck eyes.
Unable to restrain herself any longer, Sheree smiled and used the short-nailed tip of her middle finger to tenderly separate the delightfully raw, moist flesh of the other woman's hair-lined vaginal lips in an attempt to find the womanly oscitancy located inside her. Finally finding the opening, she skewered the full length of her middle finger all the way into the seethingly welcoming, flaring, warm-walled cavern that clamped solidly around its abrupt invasion.
"Aaaaahhhhuuuunnnnhhhh!" Valencia gasped above the other woman, and she began grinding her lushly rounded hips in an attempt to feel even more of the delightfully delicious sensation, while below her, the blonde Sheree began plunging the obscenely buried manual digit as far into the viscid passageway as she was possibly able, pumping the finger in and out, her other fingers forming a fist and giving the impression she was literally hitting the black woman between her thighs instead of thrusting a probing finger into the seething, boiling womanly depths.
Marty thought this whole thing was completely wacko. Never in his wildest erotic dreams had he even thought of one woman fingering another, shoving her digit into another female's soaking pussy the way Sheree's finger was driving into Valencia's tunnel. Swirls of burning heat began gathering in his bloated testicles, and he realized it would not be long before he would be reaching out to add his own forefinger or middle finger to that of Sheree's as it continued slithering inside the tight, slippery sheath of Valencia's pussy as it squirmed in circles.
As he continued doing this he pictured Melanie's face of all faces before his eyes and realized he was hungry for that woman more than any of the others. Not that these two weren't beautiful women, and he certainly owed no allegiance to Melanie. Christ! His making time with these two females would in no way stop him from trying to score with the lovely brunette. Hell! He shook his head, bouncing the woman's image from his brain. Never think about one woman when playing with one or more other women.
As he stared, the powerful stimulation of the red nail, appearing each time Sheree back stroked in the woman's tight pink pussy, pulling out ridges of clasping inner flesh set him burning all over again. He stared at the way her finger was covered with rich, moist inner secretions brought from the depths of Valencia's cunt, and he felt more than sexual pleasure, now. There was a slightly sadistic pleasure at seeing the finger rammed solidly into her like a slamming rocket with the blunted nail looking like some dangerous warhead.
Seeing all this was highly stimulating, and he decided to bide his time a bit, simply enjoying that at which he was looking without actually entering into the sexual foreplay, himself. Another picture of Melanie's face entered his mind, and now he knew why. He had tried to avoid sending her to Ivor Goodson's studio, knowing Goodson for the hedonist he was. Melanie had phoned him the previous evening, letting him know she was returning to Goodson's studio that particular day, and knowing the way Goodson worked, Marty was certain the photographer had added another cunt to his line-up of pussies. It galled him because he had wanted to be the first one into Melanie.
What the hell! Marty was smart enough to realize it wasn't who was first into a woman. It was who was last. He knew Goodson had made it with the two models in front of him, but that was past history. Now it was his turn. Soon it would be his turn with Melanie.
He was wrenched from his dreamy reverie by the sudden popping sound that accompanied the removal of Sheree's soaking finger from the black woman's seething pussy. Her two hands now reached up and grabbed the waistband of Valencia's bikini bottom. She began tugging them down over the resilient curving flesh of the black woman's thighs, every jerk revealing the horn shapes of the hair on Valencia's pubic mound. Ivor Goodson had a sense of humor, and he had each of his models shave or cut their pubic hair in a particular shape. With Melanie it was a heart shape. With Valencia it was horns, and Sheree's cunt looked as if it had a blonde mustache on top, and a blonde goatee underneath, because she had hair that grew right to her asshole.
He stared at the swollen, coral lips of Valencia's vaginal rictus, seeing the labia palpitate. The bunching cloth suddenly slid the rest of the way down the ebony skinned woman's curving ankles, leaving Valencia's delightfully shaped model's body naked but for the bikini top before Marty's hungrily licentious stare.
Now as he watched, Valencia bent down over the lovely Sheree who was resting comfortably on her knees, and she was undoing the snaps holding the petite blonde's small bikini top. For an instant he took his eyes away from the lusciously lewd vision of Valencia's lust-sodden, raggedly pink vaginal flanges and riveted his eyes on the soft billowing of Sheree's small-but-firm liberated breasts. Considering they were small, they were bloated and round, fuller than he would have believed for a model, tipped with delightfully rich pink nipples and areola.
Valencia pulled the shoulder straps down over the lovely blonde's slender arms, and at the same time deftly stepped out of her own white bikini bottoms, setting her bare feet apart on the stone floor of the solarium. As she did so, Marty's attention was once again attracted to the slight parting of the delicate, moisture-moistened lips of her seething pussy. His nostrils flared widely, twitching with the delightfully rich and pungent aroma of the black woman as the scent wafted to him from just about a foot away.
Valencia, noting he was still sitting on the edge of the cast-iron chaise, stared down at him for a moment, feeling the firmly swelling mounds of her breasts, still encased in the bikini top quivering as tremors of lustful desire made her greedy body tremble and shake. She wished he would stand up and shuck his clothing so her eyes would be able to feast themselves on his cock. Hell! She was willing to bet he had a big one.
With a gesture of almost wild abandon, she reached her arms behind her and slipped the snaps on her own bikini top, then pulled it off, shaking free of its restraint as it fell from the cones of her ebony black breasts with their even blacker coal-colored nipples and areola. The white top fell to the floor, unnoticed at this point. Now the black woman was completely and wantonly naked and soon she was going to need a helluva lot more than a woman's slender finger jabbing into her vaginal depths. However, for now, even that finger would feel good. Something ... anything was needed inside her.
Valencia was as stunned as Marty by what happened next, as Sheree turned her face into her friend's crotch. The blonde was still kneeling and her lips were on a level with the other woman's dripping cunt. The surprised woman swayed and almost fell with shocked astonishment. The sudden wet contact sent a delicious chill racing up the length of Valencia's spine, and she automatically reached down with both hands to grasp the lovely blonde's head to keep herself from toppling over. Her eyes were now glazed over with passion as the lovely Sheree spoke lasciviously into the flesh of her belly.
"I'm sure Marty wants me to start licking you, honey," she whispered. "Is it all right if I lick your pussy?"
Before Valencia had a chance to reply, Sheree dropped her lips a little lower and then pressed them against the black woman's pubic mound, spreading the softly curling pussy hairs with her thumbs. Sheree extended her small pink tongue, delving into the wetly flowering slash of the vibrantly, inflamed cuntal furrow.
"Aaaaannnnhhhh ... hhhhuuuunnnnhhhhhh ... yessssssssss ... " Valencia moaned, her body wildly leaping at the electrical touch of the lovely, petite blonde's tongue pressing against the tiny erecting bud of her extended clitoris. Through the thrilling mists of delight she heard her friend begging her to sit on the chaises and lay back.
"I want to give you the full mouth treatment," she said to Valencia, her breath now steaming heatedly in teasing fashion across the tinglingly agitated bud of her solid clitoral nub. The black woman was still standing, as if unable to comprehend what it was Sheree wanted her to do.
His head was now wildly swimming, and Marty stared almost dreamily as the half-hypnotized black woman allowed the half-naked blonde to tug her delightfully aroused and thrilled body down, making her lie on the foot of the chaise with her head falling back and her buttocks on the upraised end, while Valencia's feet, spread wide apart, were planted flatly on the floor. He found he had to stand and move closer in order to see what was happening, next.
Getting to his feet, he was well aware of the thick bulge in his pants, feeling his cock throb and pulsate uncontrollably. Swirls of heady, thrilling, totally uncontrolled desire were continuing to build steadily in his scrotum as he watched the way the hungrily aroused Valencia, lying back on the chaise, looked up and stared at his crotch-bulge. It was almost as if the black model was able to see through the bulge in his pants, clear through to his cock.
Valencia felt her trembling belly heave uncontrollably as it quivered spasmodically, almost as though the handsome agent they had just hired to represent them was already in the process of sinking his solidly pulsating cock all the way into her quaking belly. Through pleasure-glazed eyes she watched Sheree remove the lower half of her bikini. She took her hands away from Valencia for the moment and rolled the bikini bottoms down to her ankles, pulled her feet out one at a time, then tossed the bikini bottoms off to the side, somewhere. Marty stared at the perfectly round, delightfully halved shape of the basketball that was Sheree's white buttocks.
Valencia was trying to sit up, but Sheree pushed her right back down, prying her thighs wide apart and clambering between them as if she were a man. She kissed the black woman's belly, then slowly slid lower and lower until she was sitting cross-legged on the floor between the wide-splayed calves of the black woman. Sheree, knowing Marty was watching, felt an additional thrill shooting through her as her eager blue eyes stared at the flat belly of Valencia above the horns of her pubic hair. Because the chaise dipped down, it was impossible for her to see more of the lovely black woman's body.
Now Sheree stared hungrily at the delightfully hair-horned V of the black model's totally widespread and openly exposed vagina, her mouth actually watering as her wide blue eyes locked themselves on the spectacle of the pink lips grinding against one another as Valencia's buttocks writhed in tiny circles on the chaise, wriggling sensuously just below her hungering mouth and anxious tongue.
Adding to her pleasurable anticipation was the realization that Marty Charles's lust-fired eyes would be watching without looking away. He would be like a peeping torn, only with the knowledge and permission of the performers. Then her mind concentrated itself on the oncoming feast of moist female flesh that was now being offered up to her salivating, hungry mouth. Globs of sputum gathered in her throat at the delectable sight of the outpouring vaginal juices in the deliciously narrow split that began at the base of Valencia's smooth black belly and began trailing down between the two ebony spheres of her full and rounded asscheeks where they pressed firmly into the cushions of the chaise.
Marty was getting hungrier and hungrier, enjoying the sight immensely, knowing he ought to either dive into ail this or just walk away. Yet he. remained motionless, now on his feet, standing above the two women, and he realized in all his experiences with models this was the first time he, himself, would ever witness one female tonguing another. Oh Lord!
Sheree's hungering face was pressed tightly between the thighs locked around her ears-female thighs. The sheer wanton depravity of such an illicit coupling stirred the agent's increasing lusts to even greater heights. Involuntarily, as though to quench the rising need, he brought his rigid hand to bear on the taut bulk in his crotch, but the squeezing sensation only made him realize how much he lusted after these two women at the moment, and how much his needs had to be gratified. They were a lovely pair of models, and it was obvious that even if they enjoyed swinging with one another, all this was basically for his benefit. He had been around long enough to recognize a seduction scene, and he was more than willing to play into their hands at the moment, since, in the long run, all he'd be able to do was benefit by all this.
At that moment, Sheree's head fell hungrily into the gap between the darker beauty's widespread and taut thighs. The blonde's quivering lips closed over the gently quivering mound at the base of the beautiful Negress's heaving and quivering belly. The agent's mind was reeling with excitement as desire continued mounting inside him. Valencia dug her elbows into the chaise beneath her and managed to raise her head, even though she was on a down-tilt, staring in open-mouthed appreciation while the lust-inspired blonde began planting wetly tickling kisses on the woman's still tightly closed vaginal slit. Sheree's pink tongue flicked knowingly, as if it had done this dozens of times before, at the rippling pink cut between the beautiful black woman's thighs.
Marty saw the raven-skinned victim of this delightful oral assault was thrilled, totally beside herself with the agonizing delight of the sensation, and almost as if Sheree was unaware of the effect of her action on the on-looking male agent, her hands began squeezing her own whitely dangling breasts. Valencia, emulating Sheree, covered her own ebony mounds with her hands and began strongly squeezing. Then her hand slid slowly down the smooth, flat plane of her coal-black belly and settled on either side of her vaginal divide. Her probing fingers began stroking indecisively for a moment at the flexing cords of muscle in her inner thighs as the other young woman continued to hungrily rain the moistly teasing kisses all over the thrillingly tingling slit, and then, with an impatient groan, she spread the fleshy, pink-lipped flanges slowly, very slowly apart with her delving fingers, thereby permitting Sheree's hungrily probing, delving mouth complete access to her stretched and seething vaginal hole.
"Uuuuunnnnhhhh ... oooooooonnnnhhhh ... ohhhhhh ... myyyy ... Godddddd ... Shereeeeeeee ... aaaannnnnngggghhhh ... hhhhuuuunnnnhhhh!" Valencia whispered and the hungrily ministering woman's oral organ abruptly shot out to flick its heatedly searing tip around and around the other's tautly erect clitoris. Valencia's outcries of mingled torture and rapture were enough to drive the totally incredulous Marty Charles almost totally out of his ever-lovin' mind as he watched Valencia's elbows pressing convulsively into her quivering ribs as her head tossed from side to side on the cushiony softness of the vinyl covered padding on the cast-iron chaise beneath her.
The agent's hand was still pressing against his pants-covered cock, and he began involuntarily rubbing up and down on the rigid protuberance with a quick, staccato motion, now totally oblivious to whether or not the women were able to see just what it was he was doing. Christ! It had been some time since he had witnessed something so delightfully inciting, and he had to admit this lewd spectacle of oral sex was extremely stimulating. But Jesus! If he kept this up, he'd be shooting in his pants instead of into one of these luscious women.
Now there was another problem. Assuming he finally did join in, whichever woman he selected to fuck would be overjoyed, but the other female might be more than a little angry.
But even this rationalization of why he ought not to join in began to hurriedly fade as he felt arousing and depraved sensations of thrilling lust as he watched the lovely Sheree, her searching pink tongue still probing deeply into Valencia's seething crack. Then she was swinging her body around so that when she lifted her leg and brought it down, her own body was directly above that of the black woman, in reverse, and her cunt was directly over Valencia's mouth. Her loins were now mere inches above the Negress's face, and all the while her lapping tongue continued burying itself in the other woman's lust-soaked pussy.
For a moment Marty, with all his knowledge of sex between men and women, was puzzled about what Sheree wanted to take place, but from where he was standing he was somehow able to see a responsive grin on the black woman's face, contorted with passion as it was, as she stared into the inviting dehiscence of heatedly burning cunt flesh, open and moist, with a mustache and beard of blonde hair around it, looking for all the world like a vertical mouth hungry to kiss hers.
Marty watched in total and complete amazement as the black-skinned woman shifted, seemingly in slow motion to the side a little, to give him a better view and suddenly tugged down on Sheree's white asscheeks with her hands as she buried her own pleasure-dazed face in the coral valley, pressing her nose and chin solidly into the seething wetness, her face tickled by the mustache and beard. The hollowing and bloating of her cheeks showed Marty that she was using her tongue to best advantage, letting it slither deep into the viscous, clasping hollow of Sheree's pussy in lesbianic abandon.
The sun coming through the roof was bright on the sixty-nining bodies of the two women, and the lapping of one into the other's cunt sounded like water slapping against the piles of a pier. Noisy were the wild sucking sounds and incoherent groans issuing from the throats of the two females. The last bit of decision to remain impassive vanished from the handsome agent under the rising need of his huge, massively throbbing cock. Hell! He wanted it scabbarded between the tight, warmly clasping cuntlips of one cunt while his own mouth hungrily sucked the seething juices out of the other woman's orally subjugated nookie. At the moment Melanie was pushed so far out of his mind, it was as if she had never existed. He no longer thought about what he would have liked to have done, but rather he was concentrating on what he wanted to do to this pair of women.
Hurriedly, he removed his tie and all but tore his shirt from his body. At the same time he undid his belt and tugged down his pants and under shorts, kicking off his shoes and leaving everything but his socks in a pile on the floor. He was in too much of a hurry to pull off his socks. At last his burgeoning cock was released to the warmth of the sunlight pouring into the solarium. It swung straight out, a heavy glistening drop of seminal oil at its tip. Then the powerfully muscular man fell to his own knees and placed his hands firmly on the lovely Valencia's thighs while gripping Sheree's shoulder. He roughly jerked the petite blonde woman's head from its nest between the darker woman's open loins and pulled them apart at that end, while leaving Valencia's face firmly locked into the pulsing cunt of the pink-skinned causcasian woman.
Sheree's questioning face was smeared and gleaming with the heavy secretions of ointment coming from Valencia's lust-moistened pussy from which he had forcibly tugged her face. However, he saw with a grim, satisfied smile that the lovely blonde's countenance suddenly brightened when she saw his heavy length of throbbingly pulsating cock sprouting rigidly from his hairy loins less than half a foot from her face.
Squatting as he was in front of the foot of the chaise, he was also able to see Valencia's pink-lipped cunt, and the sight of it built such hunger in him, he decided he had to eat that pussy while Sheree sucked his cock.
Pulling both women of the chaise, onto the stone floor, they shortly formed a triangle, with Valencia's mouth still buried in Sheree's pussy, and Marty staring into the black woman's cunt while he felt Sheree's burning breath covering his own cock and balls. Without another second's delay, he pushed his head forward, slithering his tongue deep into the seething cunt Sheree had been sucking earlier. He listened to his raven-skinned victim groaning huskily, the sounds coming from deep in her gasping throat as the searching tip of his tongue suddenly began working its way up and down the burning length of the wearing wet slit, starting in the black, horn-shaped tangle of pubic curls and then wriggling its way downward over the pink-rimmed opening of her shuddering pussy and into the crevice of her spasmodically and tightly clenching asscheeks.
The hungrily anxious young agent worked lustily and voraciously, feeling Valencia's wet pubic hairs grazing ever so gently against his smooth-shaven cheeks as he waited for the mouth of the blonde woman to clamp like a syrupy condom around the full length of his pulsating rigidity.
Sheree's pleasure-glazed eyes stared at the swollenly thick rod that was Marty's blue-veined penis as it appeared to protrude threateningly from his solid loins. The head was a brilliant purple, shining with its own viscous emissions, glistening in the warm sunlight coming from the crystal ceiling. The agent's desire-bloated testicles, lying in their sac of wrinkled flesh seemed impossibly huge from this close,' and as always, the experienced blonde model felt certain her mouth would never be able to contain the entire length of his cock. Yet she knew, just as certainly, that she was going to be able to do it.
This was the moment of victory for which she and Valencia had striven. Getting Marty to join in with them this way, meant the relationship between them would be more than just a business relationship, and as a result, Marty would work harder for them than he would for many of the other female clients he represented. Besides, they were his first really big-time clients. Their being with him would insure his getting some really high-class assignments for some of his other models since the photographers would realize Marty Charles was a man to be reckoned with.
Sheree was unable to suppress a passionate twinge of lust that mingled with her pleasure at their success and the sheer lustful anticipation of sucking on the dangerously thick cock.
Then she felt the delightfully maddening probe of Valencia's slurping, probing tongue twirling against the oversensitive pinpoint of her clitoris in a hypnotic rhythm that wiped out all her thoughts as she was filled with a rush of sensual enjoyment. The slender blonde let her head slowly dip down and forward, moving almost automatically in rhythm with the tongue against her clitoris, and her tongue was flicking out at the handsome young man's rubbery phallic tip as the point of her oral organ began to bore tantalizingly into the wetness of the tiny slit in the bulbous helmeted shape of his glands.
The abrupt, electrifyingly delightful contact had been expected by the handsome agent, but even so, the actual contact took the man by surprise, .as if a hot wire had been touched to his penile point, sending all kinds of thrilling chills rippling up and down his shuddering spine and bringing a gasping groan from his lips, drenched as they were with Valencia's pussy juice. The petite blonde was opening her mouth very wide, as much as was humanly possible for her, and he felt her lips enclose the entire helmet of his throbbing cock-head. Warm, wet, sensitive pressure enveloped his organ's tip, her lips tightening like the drawstrings on a purse around his pulsing penis just below the corona, trapping it securely inside the sheath formed by her lips.
"Oh Jesus!" Marty gasped. He moaned again, lifting his face from the burning wetness of the lovely Valencia's tasty cunt for a moment to look at the way the luscious Sheree had contorted her face, around his throbbing cock. The inciting vision of his stiff thickness sunk a third of the way between her tightly ovaling lips increased the delicious and delightful swirling sensation of her probing tongue a hundredfold, making him quiver even more. She massaged the softly resilient skin of his scrotum very gently with the palm of her delicate hand as she began moving her head back and forth, sucking very rhythmically.
Sheree inhaled, then pushed her head forward again, sucking in almost all the length of the massive cock. It was one big cock, all right. It was as big as the best of those she had enjoyed in her five years of modeling. Each time her head pulled back, her lips sucked so hard, the inner parts of her lips seemed to be pulled out, causing sharp, excruciating sensations throughout the entire length of his throbbing cock.
Now his eyes flicked to the other juncture where Valencia was laboring strongly and enthusiastically with her mouth, her oral cavern working hard between the parted lips of Sheree's slightly opened pussylips. He knew it wouldn't be much longer before all of them exploded. The stimulation of this coupling wreaking havoc with all three of them. He returned his own mouth to the wide-open tunnel of Valencia's tasty cunt.
Running his tongue into the soft-rimmed wet flesh, stabbing directly against each of the tasty vaginal walls in turn, each for only a moment, he quickly withdrew his tongue and began teasing around the ragged labial edges. Inwardly he began to smile as he felt the black beauty's hands reaching down and clawing desperately ;at his own dark hair. She was trying very hard to push his hungering mouth even deeper into the tantalizing and palpitating center of her delightfully demanding pussy. He let her force his head exactly where she wanted it to go, pressing his mouth directly over the tight little opening leading into her vaginal gully.
As his mouth totally encircled and began covering the defenselessly contracting opening, Marty spiked his long, slippery working tongue deeper into the hotly throbbing depths of her sucking pussy and was rewarded by a low, guttural crooning from the young woman whose firm, coal-black thighs tightly encircled his rocking head in a convulsing manner. He felt the yielding wetness of her smooth flesh sheathing his stiffly extended tongue as the inner walls of the invaded vagina continually opened and closed in tiny, greedy sucking motions as though the lovely lady's nibbling viscous pussy were trying to grip his tongue firmly and pull it out of his mouth by the roots in an attempt to devour it all at once. His nose was mashed very tightly up against Valencia's clenching anal ring, and he noted how much care she took to make certain no part of her gave off an offensive odor. Even her asshole smelled sweet.
He rubbed his nose back and forth against her asshole while his tongue continued working in her cunt, and soon he had an overabundance of feminine juices flowing from the pulsatingly open passage of her seething vagina. The tantalizing scent incited his mouth-covered cock to a stiffness he was barely able to keep under control, convincing him that orgasm for all three of them was mere seconds away. In a little while he was going to be exploding, firing seed into this lovely blonde woman's hungering mouth, and he had to admit as he lapped at Valencia's pussy that Sheree was one helluva cocksucker. Soon he would be spewing white sperm down that lovely throat, and he knew without anyone telling him that the lovely lady was going to swallow every last little drop of his seed.
Great swirls of intense heat began building higher in the simmering depths of his throbbing balls while he stared straight ahead of him at the glistening flesh Of the lovely Valencia's desperately writhing and squirming asscheeks. He licked like a raving demon gone mad into her seething pussy, lapping at her burningly twitching cunt as Sheree's head bobbed slavishly back and forth against his cock, her lips now touching his balls as the head of his penis poked itself into the tightness of her gurgling throat.
The three interconnected bodies began bucking and laboring over each other as the delightfully overwhelming waves of total depravity and sensuousness turned their oral/genital triangle into an insanely writhing mass of heated flesh. The sounds of sucking intermingled with thrilled groans of delighted pleasure erupted from their straining mouths into the late-morning quiet of the calm, sun-washed room that lay peacefully about them. The lewd sucking tempo was increasing with every passing moment as hoarse moans continually echoed in the small solarium and tiny beads of perspiration reflected the sunlight gleaming on their naked bodies, trapped in a mad spiraling of nakedly raw lust.
Sheree's helplessly hungering body was now lost in the wanton fire of the present moment. Every one of her muscles was tensed as she abandoned her hips to the thrillingly obscene probe of Valencia's tongue between her cuntlips as she felt overpowering wave after wave of thrilling goose bumps continually prickling her quivering belly and breasts, the latter heaving uncontrollably as her head continued madly rocking back and forth in a greedy feasting beat as she continually sucked on the long, fat, delicious cock between Marty Charles's thighs. Her ribboned lips formed a perfect pink oval and continued sucking hungrily in wantonly shameless delight under the continuance of Valencia's orally skilled ministrations, her tight, white, rounded pair of buttocks continually twitching back and forth involuntarily as the darker woman's constantly darting tongue sent wildly helpless spasms of mind-shattering sensation coursing uncontrollably through her tender and raw nerves.
The blonde was well aware of Marty's cock swelling and becoming even thicker, building toward a climax, and automatically her body reacted by urging her tongue to lick all the more furiously around and around the dilating glands. She sucked and pulled even harder with her lips as her head's rocking became staccato-like, causing the tip of his penis to drill into the depths of her esophagus.
Marty loudly moaned and groaned again and again, his own pursed lips working wildly into the depths of Valencia's lust-drenched vaginal culvert. Incoherent mutterings were spitting from between his clenched teeth.
Suddenly he gasped in abandoned realization that the moment belonged to the beautiful black model. A deep, low, guttural sound began building from somewhere deep in his chest as he felt the searing welling up of sperm begin its madly insane rush from his throbbing balls. From the sanctuary of his testicles it came shooting higher, and then it began spewing into the depths of Sheree's lovely mouth.
"AAAAAA UUUUU WWWWW AAAAA UUUUUGGGGHHHH ... GGGGLLLLMMMMGGGG ... HHHHAAAAUUUUWWWW ... AAAAGGGGHHHHFFFFMMMMNNNNNGGGGGFFFFF!" he bellowed, his face still glued to Valencia's gashed opening.
Sheree labored insanely, as though trying to swallow all of him as he emptied his boiling white semen into the heated wetness of her mouth and throat. His own hands reached down and cruelly gripped her long, honey blonde tresses, holding her lovely head firmly against his loins as he continued to solidly push as much of his spurting cock down her throat as he was able, making her gag, choke, and cough sporadically as she continued to swallow the foaming load he was unleasing.
Abruptly the eagerly drinking beautiful blonde model began to stiffen, herself, lifting her arms and torso from the stone floor on which they lay, forcing the beautiful Negress lapping her pussy to lift her head a little in order to keep her mouth locked on her friend's seething pussy. The black-skinned woman sensed that Sheree was fast approaching her satisfaction, and now worked even harder with her mouth to bring her to the towering peak of ultimate sensation even as she felt Marty's tongue continually delving again and again into her own simmering pussy, sending sparks of orgasm and waves of climax crashing through every exposed nerve-ending in her quaking body. She was aware of the other woman's smooth, wet vaginal walls pulsing spasmodically around her own probing tongue as she fucked frantically into the seething, simmering depths of the blonde's fiery vaginal interior.
Sheree was the one who finally came next.
"AAAAUUUUGGGGHHHHUUUU ... PHHHHUUUUUGGGGGLL ... CCCCCHHHHHAAAAA ... NNNGGGGRRRRPHHH ... MMMWWWWWAAAAAUUUUUGGGGHHHHHH!" he gasped, her mouth still tightly clamped around the hose of Marty Charles that was only just now starting to shrink. She slammed her cunt against Valencia's face repeatedly, flooding the black woman's countenance with her seething juices as her orgasm gushed out around the other woman's still-thrashing tongue, even as the last dribblings of Marty's warm semen continued dripping into her sucking mouth while his penis continued shrinking, the jerking in the organ now almost imperceptible.
Valencia sucked hard at the tightly parted vaginal opening and drank down the pungent white wine flowing from Sheree's cunt, savoring it as if it were some vintage champagne. There was a delightful lasciviousness to licking up all the woman's spurting fluids, well as much as she was able to spurt, anyway. This was all she needed to push her own body over the straining abyss of sheer pleasure. Her quivering body shuddered around the probing of Marty's digging tongue like an erupting earthquake, rumbling on and on and on. The sensation sank ever deeper into her trembling soul as she gagged out, "AAAAARRRRRGGGGG ... HHHHHWWWWWAAAAAUUUUUPHHHHAAAAANNNNNGGGGGHHHHH ... AAAAAPHHHHHWW ... AAAAAUUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!"
She collapsed after that, lying on her side on the floor, unable to move. Marty was the only one of the trio able to get to his feet, and he staggered over to the nearest chaise and fell on it. He stared down at the two sweating female bodies, and the sight of them aroused him again, but his cock was not able to grow. Christ! He was still in the mood to fuck.
"I'm beat!" Valencia gasped, still lying on the floor. "Man! You have some tongue. If you're as good at getting us work as you are at cunt lapping, we're gonna have us a great future together."
"Mmmmm ... I feel good," Sheree mumbled, and finally pulled herself onto another chaise where she sprawled, face-down.
The minutes passed, and Marty, looking at their bodies, slowly developed another erection. That was when the maid walked in to announce luncheon was served. She was a pretty thing who seemed totally innured to her mistress's habits, and when Marty beckoned her over and pointed to his stiff cock, she slid her panties off, straddled him, and sat on it until they both came.
Chapter Five
The ad for Turtledove Perfume took a whole day, and Melanie was overjoyed at the money she was earning. Ivor Goodson told her he would be in touch with her agent when he wanted her for the porno movie he would be shooting in the future.
In the meantime, Marty had lined up two more small modeling jobs for her. True, they only paid seventy-five dollars an hour, but she was working steadily now, and she was putting money into a bank account.
Marty was bringing her along slowly, knowing if he didn't splash her all over the place at once, she was more likely to get better paying jobs and stay in business longer. With Sheree and Valencia he didn't have to worry since their reputations were well-established, and even though Ivor Goodson had passed the word around to keep them from getting good work, Marty was able to speak directly to the heads of certain corporations who, in turn, spoke to some of the fashion photographers, and as a result the two known models were working as steadily as ever.
"I hear you handle Sheree Edwins now," Melanie said one day, about three weeks after her losing her own virginity. She had been to bed with no man since Goodson, and her body was telling her it wanted more.
"So what?" Marty asked.
"Well you're giving her far better assignments than you're getting for me," Melanie told him.
"She's a lot better known than you," Marty reminded her. "Relax, honey. If your face is splashed all over the place at seventy-five an hour, that's what the admen will be expecting to pay you from now on. I have big plans for you, but you have to come along slowly."
"What kind of plans?" Melanie asked.
"TV ads," he told her, making the brunette's heart leap. "For that kind of exposure you don't get paid by the hour, you get paid by the ad. I'm already working on a ten-thousand dollar deal for you, but you stay calm and let me handle the whole thing. I'm not in the mood for a snippy young kid coming along and telling me how to run a business I've spent years building up."
"All right, all right, I'm sorry," Melanie said, now more determined than ever to withhold her body from him. Though he had never come right out and admitted he wanted her, she was able to tell from the look in his eye just how hungry he was for her cunt.
The following day, Marty told her it was all set. But instead of going to a TV studio to do the shooting, they were going to upstate New York where they had a lot of eerie old mansions. It was supposed to be an ad that brought male ghosts to life with desire for her when she used a new soap called Spirit.
At ten in the morning, she and the cameramen, in addition to the three male actors who were playing the ghosts, and the director all met in front of the Brooklyn TV studio, and from there, in two rented cars and a truck, they went up into the Catskill Mountains.
Melanie chatted with the male actors who, it turned out, were male models rather than actors, although one of them did occasionally work in a soap opera. The director was a veteran to TV commercials, though he also did some Porn work, and it was obvious from the moment he looked at Melanie that he had seen the nude photos Ivor Goodson had taken of her.
Dick Buller was a heavy man with a balding head. He wore glasses, and he had more stories than anyone else Melanie had ever met. He dominated the conversation in the car on the way up, telling more tales than anyone was willing to believe. He had a broad nose and thick lips, and he spoke with a sibilance Melanie disliked, and yet she knew she had to be "nice" to him since he was the director. He was about five-feet-ten-inches in height, though it was difficult to determine when they were sitting in the car.
They had sandwiches in the car so they didn't have to stop to eat, and arrived at the mansion at about three-thirty.
"The cameramen and I will be spending the day setting up shots," Dick told Melanie and the three men. "You go ahead and watch TV or find some other way to amuse yourselves until everything is set. Chances are we won't start shooting until tomorrow."
For the rest of the day, Melanie wandered through the mansion, poking into all the different rooms, noting almost all of them were out of use for the longest time. In fact, the mansion had been closed until the advertising crew had come up there.
That evening, they sent out for supper at a nearby restaurant, and then relaxed until about nine-thirty in front of a dead fireplace in the main hall where most of the shots were going to take place.
"Everybody turn in early," Dick told them, finally. "We'll start shooting about eight-o'clock in the morning, right after breakfast. If we work fast, we might be able to get out of here by lunch time."
The electricity in the house wasn't working, but the water was, and Melanie took a shower by candlelight. Afterward, she dried herself off, then padded nakedly from the private bathroom she was using to the large bed in the room that had been assigned to her.
Ten minutes after she was under the covers, she heard the sound of her door opening and closing.
"Who's there?" she asked.
"Just your friendly neighborhood director," Buller said, coming into the room, carrying a candelabrum with four candles in it.
Melanie wanted to shout at him to get the hell out of her room, but she knew damn well if she did, this would be her last TV modeling job. By now, she realized pretty faces, even talented pretty faces, were not a scarce commodity in the modeling field. Dick Buller might not have been her ideal lover. In fact, he was far from it, not even as attractive as Ivor Goodson, who at least had a handsome face and, if not a lean body, at least not a fat body.
Dick put the candelabrum down on the night table to her left and let the candlelight shine directly into her beautifully sculptured face. She began stirring, the intensity of the little candle flames cutting relentlessly through the shadows of the night.
Chapter Six
"What are you doing here?" she asked, as if talking to no one in particular. "What time is it?"
"It's late," was Buller's reply. "All little girls, good, bad, or otherwise, are in bed where they belong."
"Kill those candles," she mumbled.
"The hell with that, honey," he said, sitting on the bed beside her. "You and I are gonna play a little, and I like to look at what I'm playing with. Ivor showed me those nudie photos of you, and that was why I re-quested you. You have the kind of body that was made to fit around my cock."
"Did you ever think of asking me, first?" Melanie inquired, annoyed that he was simply taking it for granted she was going to give him her body whether she liked it or not.
"Hey, come on, girlie, stop acting hard to get," he insisted. "Ivor told me you know the rules of the game. I had four other models I might've brought up here instead of you, but I brought you. I figured you'd understand immediately."
Melanie knew he was going to take her, but she had no intention of making it easy for him. By simply rolling over, opening her legs and offering herself to him, not only would she be a tramp in her own eyes, but she knew it would make the man think so little of her, that after this one job he would probably not bother with her again. She had to let him know she had respect for herself, even if she was going to let him fuck her.
"Look," she finally said to him, "can't this wait until morning? Hell! I want to look my best for the camera shots."
"Russell is the kind of camera man who can make the Wicked Witch of the West look good," Dick told her. "I'm not worried about how you'll look tomorrow, sweetie. If need be, you can have an extra hour in bed in the morning, but right now you're going to let me cop that sweet little cunt of yours."
It was his choice of words that really began to frighten Melanie. Not that he smelled bad, because he had obviously taken a shower before coming in, too. Still, his being there gave her a funny sensation while at the same time seeming repulsive and vulgar.
"Look, Mr. Buller ..."
"Dick, honey, as in the dick between my thighs."
"Well Dick, I'd appreciate a little respect ... "
Her voice was suddenly cut off as he threw himself on top of her, pinning her helpless young form to the bed, intent on raping her, if necessary. She shook with surprise and disgust, not liking the idea of any man simply violating her because he chose to do it. Even Ivor Goodson had been something of a gentleman about it, handling her with care up to a point. But this man was manhandling her right from the start, letting her know he had no respect whatsoever for her. She was just a cunt for him to fuck, and that was it.
Still, his pouncing on her this way told her she aroused him, and this thought alone excited her somewhat. She was still more than a little confused, and certainly she was extremely embarrassed since she was totally naked under the covers. She actually considered fighting had resisting him, but she was also afraid of the possible results. He might hit her and ruin her so that she wouldn't look good before the cameras no matter what. He slid his heavy torso under the covers and tugged her delightfully naked body closer to him, making her more aware than ever she was being used and not loved.
Dick loved it when these fresh little cunts tried resisting him. The ones who resisted were the ones he used more than once, getting a big kick out of the way they struggled and fought with him. With a pussy like this he felt so overpowering and domineering, and what was more she wasn't some drab bitch he might have had to settle for were he in some other line of work. She was prime cunt, the primmest.
His heart pounded, muscles inwardly jerking excitedly, and his long, thick penis began growing, getting thicker and harder than it had gotten in a long time. He was going to fuck this one's snooty little cunt, all right, and he was going to keep those candles burning bright, letting him see himself burying his throbbing cock between those hot little pussylips of hers. Yeah! He loved watching himself fuck bitches like this one, and he was only sorry the room's one mirror was not tilted to let him see himself pumping into her.
He lay flatly on top of her, then lifted himself as if he were doing push-ups, pinning her smoothly rounded shoulders to the mattress of the old bed. Now, for the first time, he threw the covers back and feasted his eyes on the actual nakedness of this beautiful woman. Looking at pictures of her had aroused him, but seeing her nakedness in the flesh aroused him even more, especially since she was under his hot cock.
Her round, full, small breasts were white, and he had to admit her mammaries were delightfully shaped. She was breathing very deeply so that the pinkish-brown, crown-like nipples fell and rose to brush against the greying brillo-like hairs on his own chest. For that brief instant he didn't want to look at her face. He knew her eyes were cold with anger, and he wasn't in the mood to see anything like that. Instead, he glanced down at the soft heart-shaped fuzz that was her pubic triangle. Melanie had learned how to trim her own vaginal hairs and keep that heart-shape.
The lovely short-haired brunette was unable to believe what was happening to her. She knew some men, like Ivor Goodson, were more than a little unreasonable in taking what they wanted, but they at least had the good sense to make the woman enjoy it all, too. This man apparently didn't give a damn what she felt. He was continuing to attack her. Still, she had to admit there was something strangely obscene and almost delightful in being raped. She almost liked the brutal way he was treating her. It was as if he was a total stranger who had stumbled on her in the middle of the night, and knowing he would never see her again, he was taking advantage of the situation. It was the most ridiculous thing, but she was almost falling under the spell of this terrible man.
It was starting to feel so good, she was almost ready to respond. In fact, it took all her willpower to keep her from responding. If he knew this excited her, he would lose what little respect he did have for her, and she would be certain this was going to be her last job with Dick Buller.
Melanie felt his burning eyes searing into her naked body, as if seeing a naked woman was an entirely new and different experience for this man, though she was certain he had seen many, many naked female bodies in his lifetime. He gripped her slender legs and began spreading them sensuously apart, and Melanie found herself unable to resist. As she lay there, in that totally subservient position, he stared at her nakedly spread vagina with hungrily blatant lust. His massively erect cock-and for the first time she had a chance to see it now that he had shucked the robe he had been wearing-was a scant inch away from her tight little pussy, the tip pointing directly at the indentation of her heart shaped pubic hair. He pushed his knees further between her own legs, forcing her inner thighs to spread themselves even farther apart on the bed.
The light coming from the candelabrum on the night table now penetrated between her delightfully beautiful thighs, shining directly on the pink swelling that was her obscenely exposed vagina. He saw the narrowly thin slit, and then the pinkly open flesh as stretching her legs wider made her cuntlips separate. There were glistening drops of moisture that clung to the heart-shaped hairs like dew drops. Now, before lowering himself to fuck into her maddeningly alluring body, he looked at her eyes. She had clamped them tightly shut.
Melanie was both angry and excited at the fact that this strange man had suddenly walked in on her, intent on dominating her in a sexual relationship. He was being forceful in the pursuit of what he wanted, and Melanie knew for the good of her career she dared not refuse him what he wanted, even if she had to make him struggle a little to get it. Verbal arguments would certainly be useless against a man who claimed he was able to con anyone, and he had, oddly enough, aroused her in a bizarre and tingling sort of way, much as she detested him as an individual. She was no longer angry at the man, yet she certainly wouldn't let him know that. Neither would she let him see the secret excitement developing in her. It was a rude awakening, but what Ivor Goodson had done to her that first time had caused hidden sensory parts of her to be aroused at first touch. She was unable to restrain the weirdly rising pleasure she was feeling.
Melanie was suddenly aware of a thrillingly lewd, almost desperate kind of energy from him as his seeking hands were suddenly moving all over her slenderly naked young feminine torso with a seeking, searching swiftness. At the moment she found herself suddenly concerned with his brutality, but her breath caught chokingly in her throat as his hungering mouth closed hotly over the sensitive tip of one, already slightly quivering breast. He was hungrily consuming her, his heavy arms holding her tightly as his warm, wet, slurping tongue rolled around and around the pinkish brown flesh of her hardened nipple, and his teeth nipped at the spiked-out tip sending thrilling spasms of lewd passion rippling heatedly through her shudderingly tensed body. The obscenely rippling pleasure was not a new thing to her. If it were she might have been more easily able to resist it.
"Please ... uhhhhhhhhhh ... Mr. Buller ... aaaannnnhhhh ... please ... don't do this," she groaned, putting up fake resistance, knowing deep down it was just what the man wanted because he was the kind of individual who took pride in conquering rather than simply screwing someone willingly accepting him. Her resistance was going to drive him crazy, and the aroused commercial director was only now first beginning to sample what he ached for so long to have from her. The delicious tenderness of her sweetly defenseless flesh in his hungry mouth was like enjoying an initial taste of finally fulfilled desire.
It had been more than two weeks since he had been to Goodson's place, seeing the photos of this naked woman. He had waited too long to be denied by her, and now, with her warmly curvaceous young body held tightly in his clutching grasp to fuck and screw and do with as he pleased, he was not going to be stopped for anything, even if it meant whipping her ass a little. He was going to take all of her, hard and fast, ramming his lust-bloated and swollen penis far into the seething depths of her heatedly writhing little belly until she begged and pleaded to feel his heated sperm bursting out and filling her hungrily aroused womanly tunnel.
"No ... not like this ... " she gasped, as if letting him know she didn't object to what he was doing so much as how he was doing it.
She gasped again as his hungrily sucking mouth pulled solidly on the spiky nipple of her right breast, gnawing on the bullet-shaped protuberance, leaving a series of tiny, bloodless marks as a symbol of his hungrily demanding lust. Melanie was now pinned helplessly beneath the weight of Dick Buller's panting body, making any kind of movement difficult. She struggled, wanting to feel even more excitement, because with the fear she was feeling there was definite excitement, but she found it impossible to wriggle out from beneath the pantingly heavy man.
The brunette felt her knees forced wide by his own knees, her nakedly spread vagina wide open and completely vulnerable to his assault, and she felt the incredible throbbing hardness of his solidly pulsating penis against her inner thigh. It felt like a white-hot rod of steel, a menacing pole of seething flesh about to impale her on its entire heated length. She was almost afraid to open her eyes, terrified to look at this gross, overwhelming man whom she realized was so desperately intent on the ravishment of her unwilling body.
Dick Buller was enjoying himself immensely. It had been a long time since he had had so much resistance from a woman. Usually they just lay there and took what he had to offer, and once he had emptied himself into her, he would roll over and go to sleep, not feeling any particular kind of thrill. But this short-haired brunette was everything he wanted in a cunt, and he was enjoying himself to the utmost. As far as he was concerned, her cries were the real thing, and so he enjoyed fucking her that much more. At the moment he refused to pay heed to anything other than total and complete possession of the lovely model's delectable-looking cunt. He had no intention of conceding to her helpless, flailing cries that he stop. Shit! On the contrary, he intended fucking some common sense into her. Like all men, he was vain enough to think that when it came to fucking, he was the best, and he wanted to hear her clamor for more of his throbbing cock. He wanted her to like it, to enjoy it, and not to perform it surreptitiously as a favor to him for his using her on this job.
Running his seeking hand between her soft and tender thighs, feeling the satin-smoothness of her lovely skin, Buller felt the silkiness of her heart-shaped pubic hair, and he probed with his finger, working it into the soft, wet folds of her warmly pulsating vagina, preparing the tightly clamped little receptacle for the approaching hardness of his throbbingly rigid and hot cock.
The flaming flesh was moist and he parted the simmering narrow slit and the softly extended curling vaginal hairs of her heart-shaped pubic ring as he probed with an extended middle finger, sliding it smoothly between the fleshy doors and into the woman's softly sensitive inner depths. He was really going to enjoy this one.
Melanie made the effort to clamp her long, shapely thighs tightly together, and though her mind told her to continue resisting, her body ached to surrender to what the man was doing. Her straining thighs were now locked in the wide-apart position. A state of hopeless confusion began engulfing her mind as she felt his thick fingers worming toward her nakedly exposed vaginal lips. The fingers probed heatedly, digging feverishly into the thin, hair-outlined slit, searching like a bunch of tiny insects running over her sensitive vaginal mouth, and when his fingertips brushed across her budding clitoris, the bolt of seething electric pleasure that suddenly flashed through her shuddering body but weighed any anger she might have had left inside her.
Sucking voraciously on the fullness of her small, rounded pap, the portly man lying beside Melanie continued finger-fucking the warm, fleshy, delightful softness of her seething vagina. He was already aware of her struggling subsiding more than a little as he sought, and finally found the moistly quivering vaginal mouth with a second delving finger. Without the littlest hesitation, he wormed this second digit into the tightness of her narrow, curl-fringed opening, feeling the slickly heated liquid walls snap tightly at the both of them, now.
Not used to having two fingers probe into her sensitive pussy before one had widened her tunnel, the beautiful twenty-year-old began crying out, "N-o-o-oo-o-o-o ... pleeeeaaaaaase ... " and this time her protests were real and not pretend. This only urged the man on to drive his fingers even deeper into the tightness of her quivering, shuddering body as she remained helplessly pinned to the mattress. There was something else building inside her now-that wonderful thrilling tingle Ivor Goodson had built into a roaring pyre that time she had been with him. So even though she cried out for him to stop, she was aching for him to continue, because she knew the tingle would soon swell, while the pain would eventually disappear.
The only thing that really displeased the lovely Melanie was the man's total dominance of the situation, making her completely aware of her own vulnerability. Through it all there was that constant gnawing sensation deep in the hungering pit of her squirming belly that told her she was once again about to enjoy a series of brand-new pleasures. The man's two long, probing fingers continued worming themselves in and out of the sucking depths of her crushing vagina, and it felt oddly exciting. For the moment, at least, she forgot that all this had been forced on her. Hell! She would have been willing to do anything he wanted, if he had asked in the proper way. But he wasn't asking, he was taking.
It was as if the man's use of force also cleared her conscience thereby allowing her to once again taste of this delightfully forbidden fruit. She had attempted an obligatory resistance, and the heavy man had thwarted her. Now, in her own mind anyway, she was absolved once again of any guilt, just as she had been absolved when Ivor Goodson had forced her.
Dick Buller felt more and more daring with the beautiful young model. As far as he was concerned, every bit of her struggle had been factual, and he was a conqueror. God! It felt so good to dominate.
Taking his hungry mouth from her swollen little breast, he began sliding his way down her lushly ripened body, his hungering mouth wetly kissing and licking at her warm, trembling flesh on the way down. He paused at the tiny indentation of her cuplike navel, running his tongue teasingly around and then dipping it inside before continuing down the satin smoothness of her belly.
Oh my! Melanie was totally unprepared for this. Though she had seen the movie of Sheree Edwins having her vagina licked, Goodson had not done it to her, and she was anxious to discover just how it felt. From the reactions of Sheree, it was something new and delightful, and she wanted to experience it.
Her limp protest was now replaced by a soft, submissive gurgle, rising from the tight depths of her dry throat, an obvious lewd response to his oral touch. The man slid down over her until his clean-shaven face was pressed solidly between the smooth white pillars of her long thighs. Afraid he might disturb her erotic reverie, he slowly tugged his finger from the depths of her wetly clasping vagina, then he trailed his tongue even lower, letting it touch the top of her vagina.
As far as Dick Buller was concerned, he wanted to be the director when Ivor Goodson was the camera man and they made the porno movie with Melanie. It would be one helluva thing to watch the way she reacted when some other man probed between her thighs with his tongue. Because he had his own face pressed against the lovely brunette's cunt, there was no way he would be able to see what was going to happen.
"Unnnnngggghhhhh!" Melanie gasped, feeling thrilled beyond measure at what the man was starting to do to her. It felt good, exceedingly good, and she knew he was going to wash his tongue across her vaginal lips and lave them repeatedly, making her feel thrilled. She was already imagining how it would feel.
Imagine, the tongue, wet and warm, licking around and around, then delving into the tender opening between her thighs. Yes, yes, it would be thrilling to feel him shove his tongue all the way into her seething vaginal passageway. In addition, feeling his mouth nibbling at her clitoris, which felt like electricity was shooting through it when a finger palpated it made her flesh crawl with goose pimples, and for that brief instant, in spite of never actually having her pussy lapped, she was more than willing to let the director do it.
His face was drawing closer and closer. She felt the burning warmth of his breath caressing the wet pink flesh of her seething vagina, his mouth mere inches from the elastically tight and clenching little opening.
Her splayed-out position gave him total and complete access to the area of her wide-open pussy, and when he jammed a pillow under her buttocks, lifting her body higher, her anus was also available to his tongue. He was so close to the little pink opening now, pausing to stare at the soft, tenderly sensual curving mound of her womanly desire. He was able to see the rich, moist pinkness of her fleshy lips, covered as they were by a sparse silken shield of heart-shaped rimming vaginal hairs, while the lips continued to throb expectantly as though impatiently waiting what was shortly to happen. The narrow dividing slit was shining and glistening before his eyes and he was able to see the hardened bud of her clitoris throbbing excitedly from the previous way he had teased her with his finger. Reaching out with his hand, the man extended two of his fingers and then spread the lips of her seething cunt wide apart to expose the tight elastic opening of her vaginal mouth to his gaze.
Melanie felt the heatedly lustful secretions from her burning cunnus flowing ever more swiftly, but when he prodded her rectum with a finger, as if to let her know he intended lapping her there as well as in her cunt, and then perhaps intended to kiss her again afterward, she was shockingly jolted back to reality. She felt more than a little disgusted at the idea of letting him kiss her after he had licked her asshole too, and so she reacted automatically, trying somehow to get away from this man before he did put his mouth on her rectal opening and then tried soul-kissing her. Maybe if she put up a bit of a struggle, he would settle for her cunt without having to lick her asshole, as well. Yes, that was it, struggle some more, make him think he had to bring her along a little at a time.
"Aaaahhhhuuuuunnnnnnhhhhh!" she gasped out loud, struggling and writhing, doing her best to convince him she was not pleased with what he had in mind. She jerked her hips away from his face finally, and in the struggle somehow managed to twist over onto her belly. Damn! That was the one thing she had not wanted to do. Now her anus was exposed all the more to his lascivious eyes. Damn! She had to make him understand she didn't want him licking her rectal opening, and then kissing her again, afterward. As it was, she was certain he thought no more of her than he did of some tramp he might pick up in the streets.
"Fuck it!" Dick yelled, and Melanie knew she had distracted him from licking her rectum. But his desire was, for the moment, replaced by an overwhelming anger. He felt the bitch was rejecting him, and Dick Buller did not take kindly to rejection.
Looking around the candle-lit room, he saw her purse dangling at the foot of the bed, its long strap around the footboard. Pressing a hand into her so as to keep her on her back, he grabbed the purse and pulled the shoulder strap from the bag. Throwing the bag on the floor, he gasped, "When Dick Buller wants to do something, you little twat, you're going to learn to let him do it. Let this be a lesson to you."
He began lashing her white buttocks with the thin shoulder strap, hitting her rear cheeks again and again and again, making welts appear, and then crisscrossing the welts.
"No-o-o-o-o-!" she shrieked. "Don't ... don't ... don't do that ... "
"You fucking bitch!" he snapped. "Your body is gonna be covered when we photograph you with the bar of soap tomorrow, and then when you're in the tub, you'll be covered by the water. Even when you walk into the main hall and the 'ghosts' appear, you'll be wearing a towel, TV doesn't know how to appreciate the undressed female, yet. Lucky for you!" he grunted, bringing the strap down on her buttocks again and again.
His cock was pounding heavily as if it were about to burst from the pressure inside it. Son of a bitch! He had held off fucking her, wanting to lick her cunt instead for awhile, getting the channel moist and juicy so that his cock would slide in easily, and this was the way she repaid him? Oh was he ever going to fix her little red wagon. Now she was going to fuck and fuck with a dry hole as far as he was concerned, not realizing the whipping, for all the pain it was causing, was also causing the juices in her to bubble higher and higher. Shit! Not only was he going to solidly fuck the ass off this bitch, but he was going to debase her in the process, and if she wanted to work for him again, it would be with the understanding that she was his to do with as he pleased, when he pleased.
Terrified for a brief moment by the director's sudden anger, the lovely raven-haired model put up no resistance at all when the man jerked her from her stomach to a kneeling position on the bed. She was still shuddering, shaken by the pain which seemed to add to the throbbing heat continuing to build in her vagina.
Damn! She hadn't wanted him to whip her, and she had wanted him to lick her vagina. Now she was wondering just what it was the man intended doing to her. Her face was a bright-red with embarrassment as she realized her smoothly rounded buttocks were waving around in the open air and completely exposed to him, should he decide he still wanted to hit them. Lord! The pain in them was becoming more intense with every passing second now that he had stopped hitting her.
It first occurred to her that he intended mounting her like a dog. This was something else she hadn't bargained for. It was humiliating and degrading to be subjected to something like that. All she'd done was resist when she realized he was going to lick her anal opening. Was it such a terrible thing not to want to kiss a man who had lapped her asshole? True, she always kept herself clean down there, but still, it was the idea of his kissing her asshole and then her mouth. Uuuuunnnngggghhhh!
However it was impossible to ignore the man's anger, nor was she able to ignore the heat still burning inside her shamelessly anxious and waiting belly. Everything had swelled so out-of-proportion in her naive mind. It was all so utterly confusing. This was an actual rape, even if she was willing to let it take place, and all she was able to do was moan softly through partly open lips, her face now pressed firmly into the mattress.
"Honey, when Dick Buller says he's gonna get laid, he gets laid," the man told her, panting heavily. "Now you get this through your thick little skull. You give me any more trouble, and I'll see to it this is the last bit of modeling you ever do. Got me?"
On his knees, he moved behind her on the bed and slid between her nakedly parted inner thighs, forcing her to spread her knees farther apart than before. Now the man had total access to her loins, unaware she was as lusting and filled with passion as himself.
It wasn't often Buller took a woman this way. He had to admit though, that he liked looking at her body from this angle, especially the criss-cross welts on her rounded asscheeks. The reddened buttocks looked more enticing than ever. Christ! She was lucky she wasn't one of the more experienced models. Jesus! If an experienced model had-given him this kind of trouble, he would have simply fucked her in the ass and he would have been done with it. Hell! If he weren't a married man, he would have dragged her down to the main hall in the morning, and there he would have fucked her in front of the whole crew, after which he would have let all the others take a turn.
What the hell! He had the bitch naked, and even if she wasn't in front of any of the others, he had her in front of his cock, bent forward like the goddamn subservient whore she was in his eyes. He enjoyed the smooth slope of her back, angled downward like some sort of ski-jump, a tiny indentation running down the center of her alabaster back. Her hair was short and prevented her face from being totally hidden from his view, so he was able to see she was feeling more than mere humiliation in this position.
Well goddammit! The bitch deserved it as far as he was concerned. He reached out and ran his hand over her smooth back, then smacked her sore buttocks and grinned when she winced. He ran his hand under her body and cupped the fullness of her breasts, pulling on her nipples and enjoying the way she clamped her eyes shut to keep out the hurt.
He reached around with both hands, caressing her two breasts at once, squeezing and massaging them for a long, pleasurable moment. However an impatient twitch in his rigid cock told him to get a move on before he embarrassed himself by spurting semen all over her bare back before getting a chance to get into her.
Tweaking her nipples at the tips first, he rolled them between his fingers before finally releasing her breasts to slide his hands up to her voluptuous, smoothly curved buttocks where he dug his fingers into the sore cheeks while shoving his thumbs into the crevice between her rounded, welted moons, spreading the melon-shaped cheeks wide apart.
"Uuuuunnnnhhhh ... you're ... ohhhhh ... hurting meeee ... " the terrified Melanie cried out, but it was difficult even for herself to tell if the groan was actually from fear, or from being sex-starved. For some reason she felt a secret thrill at being debased this way, fucked in this animal-like position. Lord! It was certainly going to be something different, and in Melanie's mind anything different in the world of sex was something worth trying ... at least once. It did have one advantage though, and that was, with her back turned to him, she wouldn't have to see who he was, and as a result, she would be able to imagine he was some handsome prince charming instead of fat Dick Buller, the gruesome director who, for the moment, was obviously in charge of her life.
Buller saw the tiny brown orifice of her crinkled anus and had to admit he enjoyed the way it puckered lewdly in the dim candle light. All this excited and aroused him to a fever pitch of totally ungovernable desire. He pressed his solidly throbbing cock impatiently between her tenderly soft, inner thighs, feeling there was no way for him to wait another minute.
"All right, baby," he told her. "Take my cock and stuff it into that little tight twat of yours." He spit the words out at her, letting the kneeling, naked model know he meant business this time. He wasn't going to play with her any longer. This was the real thing.
Melanie wondered if she ought to scream a little at him and get his dander up again, telling him she didn't like the idea of being used like some goddamn two-dollar whore, but the words stuck in her throat because no matter what the price, she was indeed selling her body to gain money, and after all, that was what a whore did.
The mixture of the man's hatred, anger, and aroused passion made the trembling model react with a certain immediacy to his wantonly coarse demand, in spite of having to compromise herself in such a trampy way. She reached back between her dangling firm breasts, and groping for a moment, finally found the throbbing stiffness that was Dick Buller's throbbing cock. She had hardly touched Ivor Goodson's penis, but from the little she had touched it, she knew the penis she now held was neither quite as long nor as thick. In spite of this new position, she knew she would be able to handle it with ease.
Now the heavily throbbing rod of masculine flesh felt as though it were some kind of elongated heart that was pumping blood through his entire body. The tip was slightly moistened from his constant secretion of seminal lubrication. Melanie tried hard to blank out her mind as to the degrading position she was in, but the feeling of his virilely heated cock made her anguished belly jerk all over again with an overpowering inner fiery fascination. Now that she wasn't looking at it, it felt bigger than it had originally looked, perhaps because of the position she was in. The hard, fleshy column felt more solid than it had looked, and the blunted tip felt more like a rubbery fist than anything else. She was hesitant to put it against her widespread vaginal slit, but then she became aware of his hands squeezing anxiously at her rounded buttocks, and she was reminded precisely how naked and vulnerable she was to his impatient lust.
"Come on, come on," Dick Buller insisted. "Put my cock in right now, damn it to hell! Right now!" he insisted, commandingly, the last vestiges of his reserve starting to wear thin. It was taking every last ounce of his willpower to keep him from spurting his sperm all over the roundly straining cheeks of her buttocks. Christ! She looked so damn sexy in the candlelight. God! Her fingers finally wrapped themselves hesitantly around his thickly pulsating shaft as he arched his hips back to help her guide the throbbing organ between her wetly waiting vaginal labia.
"Stop stalling and move it," Buller insisted, squeezing the softness of her resilient buttocks until his fingers left small circles gouged into her nakedly white flesh, reminding him of her humiliating-yet sexually receptive position-a position into which he had forced her.
Melanie wanted to cry and moan at the same time, her frustration enhanced all the more because deep down inside she had the urge to strike out at the director, yet at the same time she realized her body was clamoring to have his long, stiff cock fucking far up inside her belly. It was a new, odd sensation to her.
She wriggled her buttocks a little, shifting her position somewhat, then taking a deep breath, she placed the lust-swollen, stiff length of solid penis against the soft folds of her suckingly wet vagina, and then she began working the rubbery point up and down, up and down like a lever in order to separate the soft, curl-fringed labia that protected her tenderly vulnerable, upraised vaginal vent. When she had the thick head lodged against the tight little opening, she took another deep breath, fearing he would split her into two equal parts when he finally fucked his cock forward into her tight cunt. Hoping to keep him from hurting her too much, she clamped her fingers tightly around the long, thick, distended hardness, gripping it tightly.
Unconcerned with what she wanted and how she felt, the director abruptly flicked his hips forward slightly, forcing just the rounded tip of his rigidly excited cock to pop very suddenly into the pink entry way that was her vagina.
"Haaaauuuunnnggghhh!" the lovely Melanie grunted as the weighty and lust-hardened shaft of seething flesh slipped into her tightly clinging, defenseless little vagina like the rubber tip on the end of a walking stick.
She continued to grip the heatedly fleshy pole very tightly in her hand, hoping to restrain him any further, wanting to keep him from delving deeper into her. In this position her passageway was narrower than when she had been lying on her back, and the discomfort she was feeling was almost as strong as the time she had initially been penetrated. She hadn't expected his entry to be so abrupt. She tensed her vaginal walls together in automatic response to hold him back, but it only teased him that much more.
The tiny, narrow, inward sucking sensations created by her wet, clinging vaginal flesh as it molded itself around the heavily throbbing tip of his palpitating cock made Dick Buller even more anxious to have the full length probing that much further into the leeching tunnel inside her sucking cunt. He held back only a second, then shoved his hips forward solidly, flowing that much deeper into the warmth of her heatedly clinging vagina. The thick, helmet-shaped, elastic tip began to widely spread the smooth walls of her seething cunt before it like a mole tunneling into the earth.
"Aaaannnnggggghhhhhh ... no-o-o-o-o-o-o-o ... uuuunnnngggghhhh ... d-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-nnnn't ... ggggghhhhhaaaaaggggghhhhh!" she moaned as he ground his long, thick, licentiously impaling, driving stiffness deeper and harder, shoving it that much further into her widespread pussy.
Melanie shut her eyes, pretending her ravisher was a handsome, masculine Viking of old, picturing him raping her like she was some maid in a town that was being pillaged, and she mewled and whined softly before him, her own inner desire mounting that much more rapidly, burning within her body like a bed of white-hot, glowing charcoal.
Still on his knees behind the lovely brunette, Dick Buller didn't know what was possessing him, but he did know the pressure in his lust-inflated testicles had become overpowering and excruciating. He had to have the full length of his wildly throbbing, pounding cock buried all the way inside her, and right away. He tried hard to restrain himself in order to ease it in slowly, not caring so much about her internal adjustments as for his own enjoyment, but such restraint took one hell of a lot more willpower than the man had. His excitedly hardened penis was wildly throbbing, jerking insanely from the tight feel of her clinging, warm vaginal membranes surrounding his pulsing pole, and he felt he would come before his cock had touched bottom.
In the reverie of her mind, where she was being fucked by a brutal, ravishing viking, Melanie was so thrilled by what was happening, her fingers released their hold on the massive penis, and he was at last free to fuck totally unimpeded into the depths of her warmly waiting vaginal receptacle. Like an enraged bull, he slammed his hips forward, grinding his heavily tunneling penis its full length into her acquiescing vaginal corridor, driving it in with cunt splitting force, sinking deeper and deeper, not stopping until his sperm-bloated testicles smacked loudly against her pouting vaginal lips, rubbing her clitoris.
"Ggggghhhhaaaa ... nnnngggghhhh! Ohhhhhh Godddddddd! Haaaannnnhhh!" she gasped, crying out in confused surprise as the force of his driving lunge nearly lifted her clear off the bed, the dull thud of his hairy groin slamming flatly against her rounded buttocks. The sound of it carried throughout the large old room, echoing in her ears again and again, in spite of her own series of low, guttural, gasping shrieks. The impact was so overpowering, Melanie felt as though her beautiful face was going to be driven right through the mattress. His elastic cock-head was continually pressing solidly against the cushiony rear of her vaginal tunnel, bypassing her cervix, sliding above it, burying its full length inside her like some angrily menacing weapon attempting to destroy her from within.
He was still for a moment now that he was inside her, as if he might be considering a reprieve after all, but a moment later she realized there would be no reprieve when he abruptly flexed his lengthily impaling hose of solid muscle and flesh, causing it to lurch even deeper into her sucking depths, moving around and around in her helplessly squirming belly.
Jesus H. Christ! he thought. She was one wild fuck! She would look great on the wide screen, as well as on TV sets when they also made those copies of home VCR cassettes. Yes, she had to star in some of the porno movies he made on the side with Ivor Goodson. Just watching her was enough to make any man come off in his pants. Hell! She would make Lovelace and Chambers look like nothing. This was one chick who would really rack up a fortune for him.
No longer able to restrain himself, not wanting to wait for her interior to adjust to his length and breadth. He was too anxious, and he began immediately fucking rhythmically in and out of her sucking pussy as it tightly clasped the full length of his throbbing cock. The long, hard strokes continued pounding deep inside her seething womb, sometimes striking the tip of her cervix on the way in before sliding past it, and she automatically moaned rhythmically in reply.
Buller stared down at her subserviently bent-over form, and he felt slightly mollified for the hard time she had initially given him. Even her reddened, welted asscheeks looked arousing and delightful to him. He watched the way her buttocks jiggled each time he thrust himself into her with a driving rhythm. He loved the sight of her back smoothly sloping down to her loosely scattered hair, short as it was. Her delightfully lush nakedness was far more sensual than even he had originally imagined when first seeing the naked photos of her. Christ! She was so tight it was like fucking a virgin, and he was enjoying himself as he hadn't for a long, long time. She wasn't one of those wisecracking know-it-all bitches who automatically spread their legs because they knew the score. She had to learn, and he was the one doing the teaching.
The sight of her this way made the rapidly gathering sperm in his testicles stir like molten, bubbling iron, begging him to hurry and give himself up to this ultimate pleasure.
Never having been fucked from this angle before, and in fact having only been fucked once before in her entire life, the beautiful Melanie was at first surprised by the lancing depth of Buller's penetration, considering his cock was neither as long nor as thick as that of Ivor Goodson. For a brief instant she was afraid the man might have torn her up inside.
She was stunned for a moment, and it took awhile for her to realize her cunt had not been lacerated. When she did realize it, the heated, forbidden passion she was feeling deep down inside increased that much more, and she realized it was the cock, not the man that was thrilling her. Men didn't matter. Cock did.
Melanie was well aware the man was using her, a receptacle for his lusting madness, and he had no care or desire to please her, nor would he fuck her in any way other than the way it pleased him to fuck her at the moment, no matter what she wanted. To him, she was a cunt and nothing else, a twat to be fucked. She represented nothing to him other than a common trollop, and yet knowing this made her that much more passionately aroused. Yes, she was aroused because all this was new and different. Even if he wasn't quite as good as Ivor Goodson, the fact that he was a different man made it all that much more interesting. With her back to him, she was able to imagine he looked like a Greek god.
Melanie pressed her desire-contorted face into the pillow on the bed, hoping the cock inside her wouldn't come too quickly. She wanted to get enjoyment out of all this in spite of the way the man didn't give a damn, perhaps because the man didn't give a damn. Since there was no way out of all this, she wanted to be fucked until she was no longer able to walk. Oh God! How she ached for him to continue fucking her in this strangely subservient position.
Dick Buller, totally unaware of the mounting passion continuing to build in the beautiful woman he was fucking, rammed his long, stiff cock unendingly into the tightness of her throbbing, quivering cunt as his overpowering lust now took complete control and totally dominated his common sense and reason. One thing was certain, and that was, with this chick he wouldn't have to settle for the kind of halfway fuck he got from some of the other models. This was one cunt he was going to make beg and plead to feel his heatedly gushing sperm. She would plead to feel his hot semen gushing into her belly until she exploded from the sheer want of it.
He gripped her hips tightly in each of his hands as he continued fucking his jerking thickness deep inside her heatedly liquid pussy. Her pink, flesh-rimmed vaginal mouth was elastically tight around his blood-bloated penis, and when he shoved his hard cock that much deeper inside her trembling belly, the flesh rolled smoothly inside with his pounding fury.
His sperm-bloated testicles continued swinging forward and up between her widespread thighs, making continually loud, obscene smacks against the wet folds of her delightfully splayed-out pussy. His wiry, wrinkled scrotum continually massaged her clitoris on each forward stroke between her widespread thighs, continually making out, obscene smacking sounds against the rich pink lips of her tantalizing cunt. Then, when he retreated, pulling his pulsating stiffness out of the now-hungrily sucking and clasping pussy until only the head remained lodged inside the snug opening, he remained that way for a long, long moment before once again driving forcefully into the slickly clinging walls of her sodden pussy again. He continued smacking into her softly warm, rounded buttocks so hard, her voluptuously small, rounded breasts jiggled and wiggled, quivering excitingly as they depended from her chest, shuddering because of the heavy, pussy slamming impact.
"Aaaaauuuunnnngggghhhh!" the beautiful brunette gasped, moaning in spite of her desire to keep quiet and not let the man know how he was affecting her, and that she was, in effect, enjoying the way he was raping her.
The continual, steady hammering of his throbbing penis made it feel it was going to move right on past her cringing belly and into the depths of her gagging throat. She was unable to ignore the wildly ecstatic sensations that came so thrillingly with it. Her whitely dancing, small round breasts continued moving forward and back, causing her stiffened, extended, pinkish-brown nipples to continually graze tantalizingly across the smooth surface of the bed sheet beneath her. This seemed to multiply the erotically pulsating pleasure that somehow refused to leave her aching belly.
To increase her desire and excitement, she continually told herself over and over again that she was being helplessly raped by this man's crude fucking of her in this terribly debasing position, and her lewdly obscene pretensions of being fucked by a totally strange, handsome rapist continued fueling the fires in her seething interior.
Her clitoris was like a hungrily vellicating demon that wanted so much to be fed by his continually swinging testicles each time he lunged and plunged into her, and the thrilling shocks she received from having the nubbin rubbed by the wrinkled scrotal sac rippled like wildfire through her body, charging through the walls of her sucking, clasping cunnus, searing her inner flesh again and again. She suddenly felt she was one with the massive cock continually driving into her tunnel, moving demandingly through her continually trembling body. The massive penis was like a rampaging monster, and it would only be satisfied by being hungrily devoured by the flames in her heated furnace within, settling for nothing less. She felt a combination of anguish and wildly exhilarating excitement fused convulsively together.
Pressing the top of her head into the pillow beneath her, she was able to look back between her hanging breasts to see her nakedly vulnerable pussy being ceaselessly pistoned into by the full length of the wetly glistening penis. He was able to withdraw until only the very tip of the cock remained inside her wide-split young pussy, and then he would smoothly fuck right back into her again, ramming into her desire-slickened channel. The swollenly pink inner lips of her sucking cunnus continued working until she had sucked the full length of it all the way inside again.
His bushy pubic hair was pushing into the narrow crevice between her rounded asscheeks with each heavy, ass-flattening lunge, and she felt a thrillingly lewd, more urgently tingling sensation surge to the very top of her swirling brain. She was being fucked deliciously and crazily by the continuing long, hard thrusts of the masculine organ now, and she was feeling the swelling joy of it continuing to build higher and higher in her shuddering body. Her loins quivered intensely, and her body trembled.
Feeling the intensifying sucking motion of her narrow cunt build around his deeply pistoning penile shaft, Dick Buller realized he was getting through to the cunt after all. All the better. Make her come, and the next time she's be a bit more willing, though knowing this one, he was certain she would always initially give him a hard time. What the hell! It made fucking her that much more spicy.
His sperm was boiling faster, and it wouldn't be much longer before he fired. If he intended making her climax too, he would have to work much faster.
He stared at the way her delightfully voluptuous, rounded buttocks began rotating back in continual response to his hard-driving, forward surges, and to test her, he held his cock back once, and the heatedly undulating cheeks of her delightfully rounded ass seemed to jump greedily backward when he didn't simply plough forward into her seething pussy, right away. It so excited him, the man began fucking in and out again with ever-increasing speed. Christ! She had one hot little swinging pair of asscheeks. They had come to life with a vengeance, and she was wildly fucking back against him.
He saw the smooth muscles of her delightfully firm, resilient asscheeks continually flexing each time he slid his cock back. It appeared as if the lovely lady actually wanted to suck his cock back into the depths of her seethingly hungry belly. He anxiously moved his hands over the delightfully whitely gleaming globes of her rear cheeks, placing his thumbs between them, digging down into the deep-molded crevice that separated them. Then he spread the smoothly rounded moons of her ass wide apart, allowing himself to see in the candlelight the pucker of her tiny, brownish, crinkled anus as it puckered and grasped, moving simultaneously with each stroke of his throbbing cock into her tightly squeezing pussy. Without once breaking his thrusting rhythm, the man worked his fingers into her narrow, hairless gluteal valley. He then placed his extended middle fingertip against the tiny rhythmic pucker of her tiny hole. Then slowly, he began to work his finger into the tightness of the gripping elastic-like flesh.
"Uuuuunnnnggggghhhhh!" she gasped, suddenly realizing he was going to do to her what Goodson had done when he had fucked her. For some reason a finger in the anus seemed to enhance what she was feeling, and she knew it would bring on her orgasm all the more quickly. Still, she grunted as if she were totally helpless, making the man believe he was still conquering her, thrilled as she was by the continuing erotic sensations that kept on working through her cock-impaled body.
In order not to let him know she wanted the finger, she initially lurched away from the obscenely worming, delving digit, but then, oddly aroused, she raised her buttocks because she was no longer able to control them, and then voluntarily relaxed her sphincter in order to accept the digital intruder into her seething rectal tunnel. The tightly resisting anal passageway totally yielded and allowed the lewdly working, driving, thrusting probe to enter, and for an instant she felt nothing but total searing pain. It was completely unnatural, lewd, and indecent, and yet it was so thrillingly delightful. She loved the sensation of it worming around and around in her body again and again. He continued to accommodate her forbidden desire, shoving his finger in up to the first knuckle, her narrow, squeezing anal tunnel continuing to grip it tightly. As he continued shoving deeper, her narrow rectum slowly became accustomed to the invader.
"Uuuuuunnnnnnnnhhhhhh ... Godddddd ... yessssssssss ... morrrrrrre ..." she helplessly grunted and moaned as the continually turning and twisting finger kept digging into her until it was buried as far as possible in her asshole.
She lurched back against the probing finger with obvious sensations of delight. At the same moment she continually attempted to open her vaginal muscles all the wider to absorb more of his pleasure-giving penis. Her loins were now thrilling on fire, inwardly voracious and hungry with heated want and need.
His finger continued plunging down hard into her tightly clenching anal tunnel until it was able to bury itself no deeper. Now she was being delightfully plundered by two stiff ramrods; the simmering cock in her cunt, and the driving finger in her rear.
Groaning out loud, she felt suddenly like acting just as if she were a whore. After all, she was being treated like one. So she raised her buttocks invitingly, lifting them higher in order to better enjoy the dual assault on her person, taking both his extended middle finger and hard-driving phallus as far into the simmering depths of her grinding loins as was humanly possible.
With his driving fingertip, the overweight director was able to feel his long, plunging, pistoning prick through the thin wall of flesh that separated the two tightly clasping inner tunnels, and he wormed his finger around and around in the heated depths of her squirming rectum, each twist making the nakedly kneeling girl groan out a low, muffled cry as her face pressed into the pillow beneath her.
She continued wriggling her body in an abandoned way, shoving and grinding her seethingly aroused buttocks solidly back against the two impaling shafts of agonizing torturous pleasure. Her plundered backside was now a wild inferno of simmeringly feverish sexual arousal. She was aware she was nearing an experience of delightful magnitude; an experience she had known only once before. It was like a roaring acceleration toward some unknown point of combustion. Having been there once before, she knew when she finally got there, she would feel sheer ecstasy. The gushing sighs from within her quaking self seemed to pour out uncontrollably, and the sounds assailing her ears seemed to come from an entirely different source, and not herself.
It was more than the urgently fucking man was able to take. Christ! As far as he was concerned she was better than all the other go damn cold models he had fucked over the eighteen years he had been in this business. Shit! It was thrilling and arousing to watch his nearly bursting cock continually fuck into the tight young cunt of the female he knew as Melanie Lamarr. Even the sight of his finger probing into her rectal orifice was thrilling. He had to admit, he had expected that in spite of her sensational body, she would end up being a cold fuck like all the others. But she had proven him wrong. She was a hundred-no, a thousand times better than he had expected. Her naked young body, so sensual, so arousingly wild was making him shudder with a delighted lack of control. He had to admit, never, in all the years that he had been fucking, had he ever experienced such total responsiveness in a female before. She was going to look great in front of the cameras. She was moving as if she wanted to be treated this way, like some common streetwalker.
In spite of his efforts to hold back, her squeezing pussy was building an insane lust in him for orgasm. His testicles felt as if they were ready to burst out of his bloated scrotum as his surging sperm made the maddening dash up the length of his suddenly wildly jerking phallus.
Melanie was also feeling orgasmic sensations building in her. The finger in her rectum, pressing down, making her cunt squeeze that much more tightly around the man's cock, enhanced the thrills in her, and before she realized, a million twinkling stars were blasting through her head as she felt herself hitting the top of the rainbow.
"EEEEEYYYYYAAAAA ... IIIIIAAAAAGGGGHHHHUUUUNNNNGGGGHHHHAAAAAA ... IIIIIYYYYAAAAYYYY ... AAARRRGGGGGHHHHHUUUUNNNNGGGGHHHHHG!" she screamed, hitting her head into the pillow beneath it again and again as surge after lustful surge of delight flared through her trembling body.
A moment afterward, he was bellowing too, firing heavy blasts of seminal fluid into her body, filling her with his sperm as he pumped violently. He kept on pumping until he was empty, and then he pulled out and collapsed on her bed, fast asleep. Melanie lay down beside him, covered them, and also fell asleep.
Chapter Seven
The TV commercial was shot with professional dispatch, and long before noon, the entire crew was on its way back to the city. When they reached mid-town, where everyone disembarked, Dick Buller said to her, "I look forward to working with you again, Melanie. You'll be hearing from me again, in the very near future."
Melanie went to her apartment where she changed her clothes and relaxed, and then she called Marty Charles's office. Marty was out, but the secretary or whoever handled the answering service told her Ivor Goodson had called and he wanted to see her in his studios the following Monday.
The weekend was coming up, and Melanie decided that unless Marty Charles called her, she was not going to actively seek work from him for the balance of the week. After what she had been through with Dick Buller, she needed a nice, long rest.
She had two dates that weekend, one with each of two of the male models who had played ghosts in the commercial she had shot at the mansion. It was obvious both knew what Dick Buller had done to her, and it was equally obvious that each of them, because he was such a pretty boy, thought she would be swept off her feet and would be willing to repeat the scene. She quickly let them know that since neither of them was able to do her any good financially, she had no intention of letting them have her body, no matter how attractive they were. This in spite of the fact that her body was craving more sexual satisfaction. Hell! Melanie had no intention of allowing herself to burn out in a hurry for pleasure. She had a career to think of.
Chapter Eight
She was awakened bright and early, six-thirty to be precise, on Monday morning. It was Ivor Goodson, on the phone.
"Come on," he told her. "Hurry up and get that pretty ass down here. I have a movie in which I intend starring you, and I intend to shoot all the sex scenes in one day. Get down here, now. Don't hand me any crap about your not wanting to do it. We have a deal, remember?"
"Can I at least take a shower?" the sleepy Melanie asked.
"After you get here," he told her. "There's a small bathroom right off the kitchen. It has a stall shower you can use. Hurry up, honey."
Crawling out of bed, Melanie slid into panties, socks, shoes, a skirt, and a blouse. She didn't even bother with a brassiere, knowing in movies like these no one wore bras.
Hurrying downstairs, she hailed a cab and some twenty-odd minutes later she was walking up the steps to Goodson's studio. Once inside, she saw the huge room had been sectioned off to look like an apartment. If the sections had reached to the ceiling it would have been a four-room apartment, but they needed room to swing the mike boom.
Goodson was the only one there at the time, and he showed her the way to the small bathroom. She hurriedly undressed, turned on the water, then stepped into the shower once the temperature was right.
Melanie loved showers. Sometimes she lingered for more than a half hour in a shower or a bath. She loved lingering and scrubbing a washcloth against her clitoris. Now she had all different kinds of things she was able to imagine as the water cascaded down on her, remembering the two orgasms she'd had, both of which had been stimulating and overpowering.
What she didn't know was that Ivor Goodson had opened the bathroom door and was looking at her through the translucent shower door. Staring at her, the photographer felt the bulge in his pants growing bigger and bigger.
For more than five minutes he simply stood there, watching her outline through the glass door, seeing the way her fingers stroked her anus and the washcloth rubbed against her seething clitoris. This was the kind of woman he definitely liked. Ever since that day he had fucked her he had dreamed of scoring with her again. Shit! He would have loved to fuck her right now, but that would mean at least another half hour in the shower as she would continue scrubbing her cunt. Still, he had to admit, he enjoyed seeing the way she played with herself in the shower. Just watching her had turned him on, and his cock was frantically pushing against his pants.
Through the rippling glass he saw her bending slightly now, her lovely knees spread wide apart as she held onto the door for support and began rubbing her aroused cunt all the more quickly with the washcloth. She was on fire and ripe.
Water streamed heavily against her slender body. The lovely woman bent her knees a little as she stroked the inflamed lips of her vagina all the more easily, her mind aflame with images of herself being fucked. She had still to feel a tongue on her cunt, and she was aching for it. One of the male models she had dated had suggested she put her mouth on his cock, but the very idea turned her off. That sounded disgusting.
However that was what was going through the mind of Ivor Goodson. He knew she was great when it came to fucking, but when one made a triple-x movie, one had to show sucking as well as fucking, and it was time to give the lovely lady a crash course in same.
Her obscene masturbation was becoming more and more furious, and Goodson decided he was unable to wait any longer. If he allowed her to reach her satisfaction, she would start cursing him when he got into the shower with her. He had to get in there right now, while she was totally turned on, and so he hurriedly began removing his clothing, leaving it all in a heap on the bathroom floor. His mammoth cock was freed, and immediately jutted forward, straining with eagerness.
"Hi there," he said in a cheerful voice as he tugged the shower door open and stepped into the stall beside her, taking her completely by surprise as he shut the door behind him.
"Huh ... what ... huh ... " was all she was able to say as he stood there before her, gripping his cock, jerking it back and forth while she stood there, bent half-over with the wash rag trapped between the sucking lips of her squeezing pussy.
Oddly enough, she had been thinking about him while she had been masturbating, and now suddenly here he was in the flesh, once again totally naked. Still, it was embarrassing to be caught this way, in the act of masturbating, and she didn't quite know what to say.
"I figured I needed a shower too," he told her. "No use wasting water. We might as well take one together."
"Ivor, this isn't funny," she said, indignant at the idea that he was already taking her for granted. "I'd appreciate your leaving here immediately, if not sooner."
But even as she spoke her eyes locked on the thickness of his wickedly swaying penis. Lord! It was definitely the monster she had remembered, longer and thicker than that of Dick Buller. It was swaying slowly from side to side, moving almost gently like a cobra hypnotized by an Indian fakir. It seemed to be beckoning her to the touch. The thickly engorged and bloated head was such a brilliant purple, and the vertical slit at the end dripped a bubble of clear lubrication, letting it seep slowly out with each perceptible pulsing that rippled through the threatening phallus.
Melanie knew he was up to something. He wasn't after her simply because he liked her that much, or because he wanted to make her daydreams come true. But even though she wanted to toss him out, every aroused nerve-fiber in her being ached for him to stay and fuck her right there, in the shower. Lord! She ached to reach out and touch the demon jutting from between his solid thighs.
She parted her legs as she stood up, and the washcloth fell to the bottom of the shower with a loud plop as his hands already began sliding quickly up and down the length of her arms and over the smooth, wet soapiness covering her small breasts. His fingers began kneading and squeezing the pinkish-brown nipples, as if trying to test their hardness, and she gasped aloud, unable to move. Christ! The son of a bitch really knew how to get to her. His fingers felt so delightfully good. She was dazed by the heated arousal he was building in her, and she knew she was going to do whatever he wanted. He had that ability to control her, and she guessed he had the same ability to control a lot of other women.
"D-don't ... " she whispered softly, hearing her voice above the sound of the shower echoing through the bathroom.
She was afraid of Ivor Goodson, because it wasn't right for any man to have such total power over her, but even as her fears continued building, he came closer and closer to her until his arms surrounded and embraced her, and the throbbing, pulsing tip of his trembling penis now pointed straight up, clamped as it was between their bellies. His hungry mouth clamped solidly down on her own lips, and his probing tongue opened her lips and poked between them, seeking her own lithe tongue in the wet darkness of her mouth. This sent another spate of shivers charging through her shuddering body. The moment their tongues met, they battled as if each was trying to conquer the other.
Damn it all to hell! Maybe she would have to make this damn movie because she had promised she would, but that didn't mean he had the right to personally use her any time it made him happy. But damn it, she didn't have control over her shuddering body, and her thoughts were unable, to control the sudden mewl of thrilled delight that slipped between her clamped lips the moment one of his hands ran down her back into the soapy crevice between her snow-white, trembling buttocks. She had to admit, it felt even better than the washcloth. Yes, she was enjoying the touch of a living, breathing man's hand and fingers rubbing ever so gently across the pucker of her anal ring. She was feeling all excited again, and realized her body was more and more a slave to sex.
"Ummmmmmmm ... hhhhhhmmmmmmmm!" she softly moaned, totally helpless for the moment as his other hand moved through the suds and began easing its way quickly through the heart shaped curls on her pubic mount. The fingers reached down and felt for her clitoris. Finding it, they tweaked them again and again.
Oh Lord! It was good! She'd had no idea how much her body needed sex. She had purposely starved herself since Dick Buller, intent on convincing herself she was not a slave to sex, but the master of it. Lord! It was all so good, so delightful.
Suddenly the roaring thunder of the pummeling shower stopped, and she realized all the soap had been washed off her. The room was breathlessly silent for the moment, and she heard their heavy panting echoing in the tiled enclosure. It was no use. There was no way to fight off the sensations she was feeling. Her inner self fed ravenously on the man's sensuous touch, as well as being aroused by the exciting feel of the bristling hairs on his legs and the swollenly thick, throbbing madness that continued pulsing against her belly.
Totally under Ivor's control again, aided by the devastating fantasies she had continually imagined, she allowed him to move her slowly around as he opened the shower's glass door and stepped outside with her. There was a small sink in the bathroom, and under the sink was a wooden stool. He pulled it out and sat on it, never once taking his lips from her delectable nakedness. His mouth sucked her nipples, then moved down the flat of her belly to her navel, dipping into it for a moment, causing her entire body to vibrate and tremble. Then his mouth slithered down to the glistening wet, heart shaped pubic hairs that surrounded her vagina.
"Mmmmm ... no ... no ... ohhhh yesssssss!" she gasped as his hands tugged at her waist. He pulled her downward until she suddenly found he was no longer kissing her pubic mount, but rather she was kneeling in front of his seated body on the bath mat that was catching all the water dripping from her body.
His hands ran patterns of erotic sensations over her delightfully quivering breasts, making both ripe breasts tremble and quiver even more. Then abruptly, without warming, his hand closed around the nape of her slender neck, and he roughly tugged her beautiful face down to within an inch of the throbbingly engorged head of his thickly pulsating cock.
"Come on, honey," he continued urging softly, his dark-brown eyes insisting she do as he commanded. "This is something else you have to learn. Let's see how quickly you can adapt to it. Suck it for me, honey, suck it real good."
"No!" she gasped. "You stop this," she insisted, but his hand held her steady, and she continued staring at the throbbing, purple-topped tan shaft, feeling her body's passions roused by the sight of it. For the first time she was beginning to wonder if it was possible that she might actually enjoy sucking a man's throbbing penis.
As though she were either drunk or drugged, she slowly allowed the pressure of his hands to continue lowering her head while his hands forcefully guided her mouth until the fiery purplish tip actually touched her lips.
Damn it all! She didn't want to do this. She really didn't want to suck his cock, but somehow she knew she was going to perform this obscene act. He was raping her mouth, damn it! Yes, that was it, he was raping her mouth. She certainly would never perform an act like this of her own free will. Damn! It had to be rape. She told herself again and again that she was the victim of some kind of evil plot, but her mind went totally blank as her lips suddenly involuntarily folded around the thick, throbbing head and she tasted the pungent slippery heat of his throbbing penis.
"Ohhhhhhhh ... yesssssssss!" the man groaned with a certain ecstatic relief as her twining tongue slowly, now voluntarily snaked around the tenderly sensitive corona, leading more of her mouth over the rigidly pulsating shaft. Jesus! It felt so good, so delightful, and she had done it so easily.
Christ! What a fantastic find this broad was; what a delicious cocksucking find. He moaned again and again above her as she automatically continued sucking on the organ. It was almost as if the lovely model was unconscious that she, herself was actually performing this fellatio. She was willing to swear she was only watching and some other female, some unknown woman, was doing it.
Nevertheless, she felt the smooth, spongy tip continuing to rub lewdly against the back of her trembling throat, spreading its seeping fluids across her palate and her thick tongue. The entire thing was totally obscene and wantonly salacious, yet it had become so exciting, her right hand had slipped between her thighs, and she had curved her middle finger, letting it slide into her pussy.
Sucking hungrily at the pulsating phallic lance moving ever deeper into her mouth, she was also rubbing her finger ever more vigorously into the clenching smoothness of her vaginal channel, building tremendous torrents of inner electrical shocks that continually buffeted the moistly sucking walls of her sexual cavern. For Melanie, reality was not pumping in and out of her tightly purse oral lips, but rather a lusty thrusting deep in the seething depths of her steaming cunt. Any other sensation in that bathroom was a dream, completely distorted and very hazy, and totally disassociated from reality.
Her head pushed lower and lower, and the penile point pushed into her throat, touching hidden nerve-endings in there. As a result she felt a totally unexpected orgasm overtake her, and at the same moment she was aware of an impending rush coming from the urethra in the underside of the man's penis as he fired wad after wad of heavy sperm down her gullet. She gulped the fluids down hungrily, thrilling to the taste of it, and at the same time a second orgasm was set off in her cunt. Immediately after that, the organ in her mouth deflated, and then Ivor was toweling her dry.
Chapter Nine
Goodson was gone by the time she got to her feet. She noticed he had taken her clothing and all the towels. She had no choice but to walk into the small kitchen totally naked. There was no one there, and so she walked from the kitchen into the studio, itself.
There was soft music playing, and that was when she realized Goodson, with a camera, was photographing her as she walked in.
"That was an excellent performance in the bathroom, young lady," the voice of Dick Buller said. "Too bad you had to do it with Ivor. Otherwise we would have had it on film."
The klieg lights were blinding her and she blinked looking around. That was when she realized she was in the bedroom of the mock-up house, and there were a number of other men there, all sitting in chairs around the room.
She felt embarrassed and wanted to hide her nakedness, but there was nothing for her to use. If she tried grabbing the bedcovers she knew one of the other men would jump on her and stop her. It was all so useless, so futile.
Turning, she thought of returning to the kitchen and then barricading herself in the bathroom, but one of the men had already blocked the way, getting up from the chair in which he was seated. Through all this the camera was grinding, and she realized this was going to be an impromptu performance without scripts. The idea that it would be recorded on film had her shuddering.
"Ivor!" she gasped, looking directly at the camera. But he was caught up in what he was doing, and he didn't seem to give a damn what happened to her at this point. God! She had expected introductions, at least getting to know the names of the man or men who intended using her. This whole business of simply having them jump on top of her was ludicrous, at best.
"Ivor isn't going to help you, honey," Dick Buller said to her. "This kind of film means a lot of bread and butter to all of us, including you. So why not be a smart girl and let what happens, happen. If you struggle a bit it'll look better on film, but really, we don't want to hurt you, merely fuck you. Even though I'm directing, I'm going to get in on the action, too."
She stood there frozen to the spot. How many of them were there, six, eight? Did all of them expect to get a piece of her? My God! Certainly not all of them. Why it was impossible for her to handle so many men in such a short period of time. She'd already had two climaxes with Goodson, and though men might not realize it, a climax took more than a little something out of a woman.
Suddenly one of the men who had been sitting got to his feet and moved closer to her. He was a tall, muscular man, and as he came toward her, the sight of him frightened her.
"Stop acting so self-centered all the time, honey," he said to her. "From what we were able to see while you were in the bathroom, you obviously enjoy giving a little head. Hell! You even know how to come while sucking. Let's not quibble, beautiful lady. Right now it's my turn to enjoy you."
Other voices began chiming in almost immediately.
"My turn next."
"Me after you."
"Then me!"
She lost count of the quantity of men standing there, and she suddenly realized she didn't even have time to count them because the large, heavy set man suddenly grabbed her slender body, lifted her up, and hurled her onto the bed.
Standing over her, he tugged his pants off, and that was when his massively rigid phallus swung into view. His hairy testicles dangled loosely in a great profusion of wrinkled flesh covered by lots of wiry, dark hair. She saw his entire front was matted with hair, running from his belly all the way up to his chest.
The man stood directly over Melanie, looking down at her soft-textured flesh, flexing his muscular thighs so that his gigantically massive penile rod soared out in a tight, throbbing lance, letting her know it was all for her. Through all this the camera continued to steadily grind away. Her white porcelain skin lay completely revealed and her small breasts stood high on her chest even as she lay there.
Melanie's eyes swept dazedly across the length of the enormous cock standing out above her. Her head was whirling as if she were having some sort of nightmare, unable to control herself. She knew without a doubt what was on this man's mind, and she leaped to her feet and faced the crude man, pleadingly.
Catching her trimly naked body about the waist, the man yanked her against him and then swallowed her mouth with his. Melanie began to fight and struggle, though she was almost totally drained because of the two orgasms she'd had with Ivor Goodson. Her hands pushed vainly at the large, fleshy body that was possessively pressing against hers.
His huge, rough paws roamed over the full mounds of her small breasts. He began squeezing them, crushing them unmercifully, pinching the brownish-pink nipples until they began turning blood-red. His hands swept in increasing urgency over her smooth shoulders, then ran down her back to the voluptuous melon-shapes of her rounded buttocks. Melanie knew now there was no chance of any possible escape from these animals.
She uttered little cries which were no more than lost whispers in the room. She felt totally helpless to prevent the oncoming pain and humiliation she knew she was definitely going to receive.
The men were no longer sitting but crowding around the bed on which she had once again been thrown onto. Everyone there was able to feel the tension building in the depths of their own loins while they waited to get a shot at the helpless model.
Dimly, Melanie realized Goodson had not even kept his word about giving her a wig to wear. Her face would be plainly recognizable by anyone who knew her, should any of them take it into their heads to see the picture now being made.
With a brutal heave, the man forced the beautiful brunette further back on the large bed. She lay on her back, totally vulnerable, her long, limber legs spread wide apart, tears running from her eyes. The burly man then threw himself onto her, his body pressing hard against the delightfully voluptuous curves of her flesh.
Melanie uttered a series of low, whimpering gasps and tried once again to weakly push the man off her. His heavy hands trembled as they continued wandering over the supple softness of her delightful thighs, kneading the flesh, grasping it in ripples between the heaviness of his demanding fingers.
His hungry mouth proceeded to devour her quivering breasts, biting and chewing on them so that deep marks from his teeth were plainly visible on her white, flaccid flesh. He sucked strongly on the points that were her nipples so that groans of helpless terror tore from her quivering lips.
He moved up on her, swallowing her tasty, ripe, girlish mouth with his own once again. He pulled back her thighs, even though she struggled to keep them flat on the bed, hoping to somehow keep them clamped shut. The tender pink lips leading to her soft vaginal foramen were now completely visible to the man, and he glared hungrily at her cunt, thinking of the delight he was about to receive from it. There it was, totally unguarded, and every man in the room salivated, seeing droplets of wetness seeping from it.
The big man's hand went down to his penis and for the first time she realized this man had a longer penis than Ivor Goodson. It figured, since the men chosen for these movies weren't selected for their acting abilities, but rather for the equipment with which Mother Nature had endowed them.
The throbbing rod was jerking between her thighs, brushing the tender skin of her vagina again and again, nosing its way around as if blindly trying to find her vaginal slit, and the hidden hole inside the slit. His tubular rod with its great, mottled red head was bloated with blood as it began rubbing teasingly against her vulnerable opening.
The helpless Melanie lay there, arms widely stretched, as if praying for some kind of help. Her head was now resting on the pillow on the bed, and she realized she simply was unable to do anything more.
The man grinned widely, and with a quick, hip-thrusting plunge, he sank his massive cock deep into the narrow crevice, unerringly finding the small hole before pushing straight into it. He pushed again, making her jerk like a broken puppet.
The penis, because of its immenseness, felt as if it had entered her with a tearing movement as her slender hips suddenly began to jerk frantically at the agony of the sudden impalement. A weird, chilling scream came tearing out of her throat.
The ponderous man began sawing his throbbing cock in and out of her tight tunnel while her wriggling, squirming body writhed from side to side. The entire time she gasped and cried out in continuous helplessness, and the camera was recording everything.
Melanie did her best to fight the man, trying hard to push him away from her, but eventually she gave up and lay with her whole body helplessly twitching under the driving pain she was receiving because of the pounding her helpless body was undergoing. There seemed to be a blaze of fire between her helpless thighs.
The men who were standing around the bed all had bulges in their trousers. Their penises were pushing solidly against their pants, and Melanie knew every one of them was going to have his turn at her.
Under the heavy weight of the man now crudely fucking her, her heaving breasts rose sharply in continual suffocated heavings, and her bottom slithered from side to side in a continual effort to try and relieve the pain she was feeling because of his constantly relentless thrusting and withdrawal. Her face was soaking wet, drenched with tears of pain, humiliation, and shame, and every so often she yelped out loud. She had never had such a huge penis inside her. In point of fact, this was only the third penis in her vagina, and it felt as if it belonged to a brontosaurus.
The great, pulsating organ continued slipping in and out, now moving with greater and greater ease. Now when he plunged forward, he embedded the full length deep in her cringing belly, as far as it would go, slamming into the back wall of her vagina, making her think he intended drilling a hole inside her.
Now his hands once again began to roam over the smoothness of her entire body. He clutched it all over in his hungering passion. He caught her shoulders, her neck, and then tightly clasped her face. After that he crammed his hands under her lovely buttocks and cupped them as well, squeezing them, firmly. He slid his hands between her columnar thighs, allowing himself to feel his own cock as it continued mailing itself into her cunt.
His wide mouth opened again and covered her tear-stained face with dearingly hot, wet kisses. Grunts came from the gasping depths of his throat and his tensing and untensing buttocks began moving slowly now, making the pushes into her careful and deliberate. He pushed his knees even closer to the roundness of her upturned buttocks, as if intent on finally drilling that hole in the rear of her vagina.
With his hands he began pushing her thighs back, pressing them up and over her head so that she looked almost completely unreal in her painfully contorted position. Her aching body was almost bent double with her toes touching the mattress on either side of her head.
Once again he slowed his pumping action into her roundly upturned buttocks, grinding very slowly, small gasps coming from his lips, until suddenly a long, aching flood of gasping breath hurtled from the very depths of his throat.
"GGGGHHHHHAAAAAANNNNN ... GGGGGHHHHUUUURRRRGGGG ... HHHNNNNN!" he bellowed, and though she felt no orgasm of her own, Melanie was aware of a heavy river of sperm jetting into her. White fluid swept into the hidden recesses of her cunt, deep into the depths of her battered belly.
The man's gasps were accompanied by other, similar gasps and a series of frenzied expressions on the faces of the men in the room as he sank heavily onto the slenderly perspiring woman, allowing her long legs to flop back down almost lifelessly on either side of him.
Slowly the first of the ravishers climbed off her body, leaving her helplessly sprawled and sobbing, totally immobile on the large bed. Her thighs lay spread obscenely apart. She had no strength left to shut them.
However the indignities to her body were a long way from being finished. The next man, another faceless individual, was all ready to take her. Excited beyond the point where any of the other men was able to control himself, she was fucked several times in succession as she lay there on the bed.
Then she was turned over, and forced to come up on her knees, the way Dick Buller had positioned her. The smooth, supple flesh was now wickedly yanked aside to reveal the tight, unyielding elastic orifice that was her rectum.
"EeeeeeyyyyyaaMxmiiiiiaaaaaa ... gggghhhhhuuuuunnnnnggggghhhhh!" Melanie shrieked, as she realized something new was about to happen to her.
A penis was pressing against her rear opening, and though she strained to shut her sphincter and keep it out, little by little it was breaching her anal opening. She struggled, sweat breaking heavily out all over her body, but the penis continued pushing, and suddenly it "popped" just inside her sphincter. The corona, trapped inside, now pushed forward, sinking deeper and deeper. In it went, her fists pounding into the mattress and her head slamming against the pillow beneath. It was unbelievable. The pain felt as if someone had poured live coals into her rectum. She wriggled and squirmed, but the thick penis just kept moving in and out, in and out, in and out. Agony slowly gave way to a perverse kind of ecstasy as thrills now began building in her tender rectum. For the first time Melanie was aware she had nerve-endings in her rear-end that were similar to those in her throat, and when massaged, an orgasm might result. A few moments later, it was confirmed, as she had her first orgasm since the rape began.
"AAAIIIIYYYEEE ... AAAGGGHHHAAAAANNNNNGG ... HHHHHAAAAAUUUUUWWWWAAAAGGGGHHHH ... AAAIIIIIYYYYYAAAAAGGGGGHHH!" she shrieked as the penis continued pounding into her rectal tunnel again and again.
The man plugged into her ass pulled her against him and then rolled over on the bed so that she was now lying on top of him. Before she had a chance to do or say anything more, another man was there, sprawling on top of her, forcing his cock into her vagina while the other man still had his penis buried in her rectum. Both channels were exceedingly tight, and as she writhed and squirmed, she felt a whole series of small climaxes go off inside her like a string of firecrackers.
She lay back, not caring, her head to the side, almost hanging off the mattress. She was just beginning to relax, thinking she would be able to live through this buffeting after all, when she recognized Dick Buller. He walked over to the side of the bed, leering down at her helpless form. He wasted no time, dropping his trousers, saying, "Baby, you just come ahead and do for me what you did for Ivor in the bathroom, earlier."
"No ... " she gasped. "Oh God! No! No! No more!" she begged, moaning and groaning, but Buller ignored her pleas completely. There was a lewd grin of delight shining on his face.
"Cut the crap, Mellie," he said to her. "You know damn well you love every last little bit of everything that's happening to you. The way Ivor is taking pictures, we have enough here to use as filler for four different porno flicks. You'll be able to relax after today and stick with straight modeling for a long while."
She looked at Buller with a horrified expression on her face. What was this horrible man doing to her? Between Ivor and himself, she had been totally and completely corrupted. This was a nightmare. God! She had been violated in almost every possible way, and she was terrified they might finish the film by killing her.
Dick Buller was many things, but he wasn't stupid. He had no intention of killing Melanie Lamarr. There was a good possibility she would be the greatest porn box-office attraction that ever existed. No, he was quite content to discover how that sweet little mouth of hers felt around his cock while the other two men continued pumping into her cunt and her asshole.
There was pressure on the mattress near her head, and she realized Buller had kneed his way onto the bed. It sank under his more than slightly heavy weight. His fingers were continuing to fumble with her lips, trying to force them open. She snapped at his fingers and even managed to draw blood from one of them.
"You goddamn little bitch!" Buller snapped, his fingers beginning to cruelly force her jaws to separate.
She whipped her head from side to side, trying to keep him from doing what he had threatened to do. But it was to no avail. One hand had the fingers digging into her jaw hinges with the palm of his hand flatly pressing on her nose, and the other hand was tangled in her short, black hair. She held still, afraid to move for fear of having her hair torn out of her head. Above his hand she saw the gleam in his eye as he released her hair and reached between his thighs and grabbed his pulsating penis. He began jerking on it, though that was hardly necessary since it was already at full mast. He was panting rapidly now, anticipating this next move.
"Now Mellie," he told her, "you're going to take my cock in your mouth and lick it and kiss it," he insisted, panting very huskily.
Though she had fairly salivated at the eventual taking of Ivor Goodson's cock in her mouth, the idea of sucking on this man's penis almost turned her stomach. There was something very unwholesome about Dick Buller, and she decided that after today she would tell her agent she wanted nothing more to do with him. By now, especially after the TV ad, she ought to be able to get some really good advertising spots.
She wanted to scream all of a sudden, and she opened her mouth to do so. That was when he shoved his stiffly throbbing phallus between her lips, pushing it into her unwilling throat.
He used his left hand to lift her head and then propped the two pillows on the bed under it, keeping her head forward, so that the tip of his throbbing penis was burrowing between her lips. She tried to keep her teeth clenched together to prevent his entry into her mouth, but Dick Buller was not to be denied his moment of total triumph, and pinching her nose until her mouth opened wide, he thrust in hard, forcing his pulsating cock deep into the heatedly wet cavern of her sucking mouth. She felt the massive hugeness of his prick as it slithered back and forth along the length of her tongue and palate, filling her mouth completely with its thick and fleshy hardness.
The heavy man became more incited at seeing his swollen penis being almost totally devoured in the lovely mouth of this stunningly beautiful girl as one of his hands once again held her hair tightly to keep her from pulling away.
Melanie struggled against the cruel and violent rape of her helpless mouth, but it was a useless fight as he continued quickening his thrusts in and out of the sucking orifice. He never quite completely pulled it from between her tender sucking lips, and at one point, when he crammed it down her throat, massaging the nerve-endings down there, she thought she would suffocate for lack of air. Nevertheless, Buller continued plunging on unheedingly, stifling her moans with his cock as the two other men continued plundering her vaginal and anal passageways.
The brunette closed her eyes again, not being able to look at herself being the object of such humiliation, realizing everyone in the room was enjoying the way she was being subjected to all this. She felt numb, totally devoid of inner feeling, unable to feel anything and everything around her. In a trancelike state she heard Buller commanding her, "Suck it, Mellie-baby, suck it until I can give you the flavor your mouth craves."
At this point she obeyed unthinkingly, too terrified of having to endure possible additional pain if she didn't do as she was told. She had to obey the man's every command. After all, her mind inanely reasoned, He is the director.
Her lips pursed themselves around the throbbing instrument and nibbled, and she began to choke and sputter until her throat once again became accustomed to the thick log probing into it. Little by little she was accepting this unnatural rape of her mouth. She tried not to think about what was happening, but every time he pushed forward, sinking his hard cock a little deeper into her throat, she felt his hairy testicles bouncing against her chin, a cruelly depraved reminder of just what it was that was happening to her.
The saliva in her mouth became greater and greater, and because the thick cock clogged her throat, she was unable to swallow. Therefore it drooled out around the corners of her lips. She recognized the stickiness mixed with her spit as the secretions coming from the tip in his penis as the fluid was washing heavily into her mouth, now.
She was well aware of his hips straining and writhing and squirming next to her bobbing head. He was acting as if he were having some sort of epileptic fit-a last spasmodic thrust of passion before his climax.
His cock was swelling, growing thicker, and she felt the pulsations in his urethra. His hips were wildly straining and she knew he was about to climax.
"Oh God!" she gurgled. He's going to come in my mouth, the way Ivor did. If he does it, I'll get sick!
His fingers were now firmly gripping her short hair, crushing the strands, forcing her head to move back and forth along the entire length of his throbbingly pulsating penis. He was treating it the same way he had treated her vagina, just another receptacle into which he intended shooting the seed of his hot, animal lust. His eyes bore down solidly on her, watching the way her fleshy lips continued to tightly clasp his throbbing penis.
She was now aware of the continued stretching and expanding of his penis as it bloated inside her mouth, pushing deeper and deeper until she thought she would surely strangle before being able to take another inch of it. She moaned and sighed pitifully, never before having felt so totally helpless in her entire life.
She began sucking his throbbing instrument all the harder, realizing now the sooner he came, the sooner this ordeal would finally come to an end. This was the only way out for her. There simply was nothing else left for her to do. It was obvious Dick Buller was not the kind of many to show mercy to anyone. By now she was very well aware of what kind of person he was. She simply hoped he was going to be the last one to make any more demands on her aching and violated body. She felt so worn and beaten, she thought she had rivaled Cleopatra, who was once reputed to have taken on an entire legion of a thousand men.
Abruptly the man began jerking and twitching his hips, sinking the full length of his swollen cock deep into the tightness of her gasping throat. She fought to breathe but it was completely hopeless as suddenly his sperm erupted in the warm, wet interior of her sucking mouth.
"OHHHHH HHHHH ... YYYYYYEEEEEAAAAHHHHH ... MOTTHHHHERRRRRFUCKERRRR ... HHHHHAAAAAANNNNNGGGGGHHHH ... SHIIIIIIIIII!!! AAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH ... SUCK THE COCK BABYYYYYYY ... OHHHHHHHH ... WOWWWWWWWAAAUUUGGGHHH!" he bellowed, the obscenities continually rushing from his lips as his heatedly thick liquid continued squirting into the lovely girl's narrowly constricted throat.
Melanie sucked against her will, realizing his sperm wasn't nearly as bad as she had imagined it might be. She swallowed and kept on sucking, draining the hot sperm from his throbbing penis, doing her best to deflate his rod and relax the pressure in her mouth.
It seemed to last forever, and her mouth was filled with the pungently exotic flavor of his semen. Finally it jerked one last time and then softened beneath her swirling tongue.
At the same time the two men in her cunt and asshole began unleashing their own sperm, and the combined pressure was enough to give Melanie yet another climax. It was so overpowering, she fainted.
When she finally awoke she was lying on the bed and the whole set had been struck. Ivor Goodson was there, alone with her. Looking at him, Melanie made up her mind there would be no more of this for her. From now on it was straight modeling, or nothing.
Chapter Ten
"You were right and I was wrong," she said to Marty Charles. "I was so anxious to get ahead, I was willing to use anything, including my body. Well I've come to my senses. From now on it has to be straight modeling, or nothing. I don't care if it's TV commercials or magazine ads, just as long as it's modeling."
"Well, you've finally seen the light," Marty nodded. "A good thing, too. You know, I've been adding quite a few other models to my clientele, and if you would have kept up this way, I'd have been forced to drop you."
"Looks like we're both starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel," she laughed.
"Yeah, but I've worked for it a lot longer than you," Marty told her.
"You've had your share of pleasure along the way," Melanie said to him. "Don't kid me. I'll bet you've laid, re-laid, parlayed, and filleted just about every one of your clients."
"Not everyone," Marty reminded her, smiling.
"Well that's because you haven't made a play for me, yet. I'm waiting, though. I figure you won't be holding off much longer."
"You're wrong," Marty replied. "You see, the funny thing is, when I sleep with a woman, it's almost always because the woman actually cons me into bed."
"Well if you think I'm going to make the first move and talk you into taking me to bed, you're sadly mistaken," Melanie insisted.
"I don't think anything of the sort," Marty told her. "But I will tell you this much. If you don't come down off that high horse of yours, I'll let you start looking for another agent. Hell! I know you're beautiful. You're probably more beautiful than all my other girls put together. But that doesn't mean that I'm laying in wait for you. My prime interest in you is the commission I get for handling you."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she snapped. "It's just that I've been through hell these past few days. That bastard, Dick Buller made sure every orifice in my body was probed when he had Ivor Goodson take the movies!"
"Oh shit! I warned you about Goodson."
"I know, I know. Don't rub it in."
"What the hell! You aren't the only girl he's conned into things like this."
"I know. I saw movies of Sheree Edwins and quite a few of the other models he's used."
"It's a good thing faces don't register in those movies for any length of time," Marty said to her, "People who go to see them expect to see beautiful girls, and the faces never stay in their minds too long. But show them a picture of a cunt, and they'll tell you right away who the woman is."
"Look, Marty, I've learned my lesson. I'll be a good girl from now on. Can you get me some legit work without my having to give my ass on the side?"
"No problem," Marty told her. "But it'll take a little time. You've earned quite a bit of money from your stints with Goodson and Buller. Just go on home and relax for awhile, do nothing except a lot of exercises to keep that lovely body of yours in shape. By sometime next week I ought to be able to line up something really good for you."
"Tell me the truth, Marty, you do want me physically, don't you?"
"Hell! Of course I do," he admitted. "But I've never forced myself on a woman yet, and I'm certainly not going to begin with you, delightful as you are."
"I'm glad," she said, walking around the desk and over to where he was sitting. "You see, I've been the way I am because I realize I'm attracted to you, and I was afraid to admit it."
"Huh?" he asked.
Before he was able to say anything more, she reached down and unzipped his fly. Marty simply sat there for the moment, totally stunned. Her hand reached in and pulled out his penis, and then she was massaging the organ, manipulating it up and down and back and forth.
"You know," she told him, "this has to be the biggest, fattest penis I have ever seen. Would you mind if I tried it on for size?"
"Huh?" was all he was able to say again.
She let go of the organ, got to her feet, and removed her panties. She was wearing a skirt and so she had no trouble straddling him as he sat in his chair, her thighs resting on the arms of the chair as she felt the tip of his penis brush against the lips of her sodden cunt. For the first time in her life she really wanted a cock, needed a cock, and she was going after it.
Having seen the organ, she was able to easily understand why all his other models were so anxious to sample it. Now she undid the buttons on her blouse, took it off, and then removed her brassiere. She leaned forward, pressing her small, firm breasts against his lips.
Marty felt the softness of her mammaries moving down his body, and then her lips were on his as she reached under her skirt and with a quick, deft motion, tucked his throbbing cock into her sucking cunt. Marty simply sat back in his swivel chair, forcing her to lean forward and into him.
"Mmmmmmmm!" Melanie murmured. "You're so thick you hurt me, but it feels like such a nice hurt. Keep on hurting me, Marty."
"Oh I will, I will," he nodded, hurling his fulcrum upward to bury every last inch of cock into her cunt.
"Good!" she murmured. "And I promise I'll never be nasty again."
