Drivers of semi-trucks have come into the vogue of late, and have come to be regarded as sort of modern day cowboys-the last truly independent men of America. Songs have been written about them, magazine and newspaper articles written to describe their life and the "romance" of riding down the open road, warning one another about Smokey-the policemen who patrol the highways and haul down speeding trucks.
There is another, far seamier side to the life of the truck driver, however. A man driving the open road, away from his wife and family, is faced with the problem of what to do about sex. Undoubtedly there are some drivers who somehow manage to control the impulses of their bodies, but what about the thousands of others? Where are they to find an outlet?
The answer is the truck-stop hooker. Every truck driver knows the truck stops. Some of the prostitutes who are available at these stops are independent hookers, working for no one but themselves. Others, perhaps the majority, are controlled by pimps. There is a third type of hooker, however, and it is about this type that this book is written.
White slavery is not new in America. It was in existence during the time of our founding fathers. Before that, it existed, and still does, in Europe. The enslavement of women for the purpose of sex is white slavery in its most brutal form. Sometimes the capture takes the form of a fake "help wanted" advertisement in the classified section of a newspaper. A woman who answers such an ad which promises a plush job with high pay, suddenly disappears. Often, however, the techniques used by the men who enslave young girls is not this subtle. They simply survey the streets of a large city, spot a young girl walking alone in a secluded section of town, and kidnap her from the streets.
Whatever the technique used in capturing the girl, her fate is the same. She will be held prisoner against her will, and forced, for fear of her life, to commit sexual acts with men. If she refuses to cooperate voluntarily, she may be given drugs, and once an addict, will do anything to go on feeding her habit.
This book, then, is about a truck-stop hooker- how she came to be one-what she is forced to do by her captors-how she is held prisoner and forced to totally humiliate herself.
It is mature subject matter and not recommended for squeamish readers. Some of the techniques used by the organizers of the white-slavery ring in which she finds herself are the most sadistic techniques imaginable to deal with revolutions in the ranks. Also, a book on hooking can only deal with one thing if it is to show a realistic picture of the profession-the acts of sex which a girl is forced to commit. The humiliating acts the heroine of this book is forced to commit are described in detail to impress upon the reader the shocking events which are transpiring in America today.
The events specifically described in this book are fictitious, but similar events are taking place this very minute across America and across the world. White slavery exists.
-THE PUBLISHER
CHAPTER ONE
"Well, honey," Big John Bradford told his daughter as he waved good-bye from the cab of his huge, eighteen-wheeled semi truck. "I'll see you this Friday."
Harriet Bradford smiled wearily at her father and clung tightly to her boyfriend, Joe Billings who had got the job for her at the Mt. Highley Truck Stop. In less than two hours she would be reporting to work there as a waitress.
The mighty diesel engine roared as the truck swung into action. There was a grinding through the first series of gears, and the big truck was rolling off down the street. Harriet's father, an independent truck driver, was off on a run that would take him through ten of the fifty states, then back again. It would take him four days to complete the trip, and he would not be back until Friday night.
"Now," Joe said, squeezing Harriet affectionately, "we've got two hours to kill before I have to drive you to work. What shall we do?"
Joe stared straight down at Harriet, and she blushed when she realized he was staring straight down inside the top of her dress at her tits. She was wearing no bra, and he could see almost every square inch of her scrumptious breasts.
She blushed. "I still don't see why you didn't want me to tell Daddy about my new job," she said, "and would you stop looking at me that way?"
Joe just grinned. "Shit," he said. "I intend to see a lot more than that. Come on in the house and I'll show you."
Harriet allowed herself to be ushered in through the screen door and into the living room. Joe pulled her down to the sofa, and suddenly his hands were all over her, caressing, probing, not leaving a single part of her feminine body unexplored. Ever since Joe had got the job for her at the restaurant, he had been unbearable, trying to get into her pants all the time. He pushed his hand down inside the top of her dress.
"Joe! Stop it!"
Joe was too excited to even listen. He seemed to think that she owed him the right to do anything he wanted. He grasped a tit between his fingers and rubbed her nipple. In spite of herself, Harriet began to grow aroused. She struggled to pull Joe's hand away, but he was too powerful. To her utter embarrassment, she was forced to just sit there and squirm while he toyed with her tit.
"Awww, Jeez, honey, I want you so bad I can't stand it!" Joe said. His face was flushed with excitement, and Harriet's eyes went wide at the sight of a growing bulge in the front of his pants. He moved his fingers all over her breasts, squeezing her nipples, pulling at her tits, and the bulge in his pants grew enormous. Harriet could see the outline of his cock clearly, and as she watched, to her horror, it jerked in a series of spasms. He was completely hard.
"L-let's go in the bedroom, honey," Joe said, his voice pleading.
"No, Joe. I told you the first night we went out together that I wasn't going to do that."
"All the girls do it, honey. I won't hurt you. I'll be real careful."
Harriet shook her head violently.
"P-please?" Joe took her hand and forced it down into his crotch. Harriet gasped with surprise at the hardness she felt beneath his pants. She tried to pull her hand away, but Joe held it down firmly, forcing her fingers to encircle his pulsing prick. He squeezed her fingers right down so that her hand was wrapped around his prick.
"Aaahhh! Ohhh, baby, that feels good."
"P-please, Joe," Harriet begged. Tears were filling her eyes, but Joe was too excited to notice them.
"Ooohhh! Ahhh, play with me a little honey. You can at least do that."
Harriet had never been more ashamed in her life. She did feel like she owed Joe something for having helped her get the job as waitress. He was her boyfriend, and she knew that many-if not most-girls didn't bother with the old-fashioned morals of their parents in this modern age. Maybe Joe was right. She wouldn't let him fuck her, so the least she could do was play with his cock for him. Surely she could manage that.
Joe seemed to sense that she was beaten. He removed his hand, and smiled when he saw that she left her hand atop his pulsing prick and continued to squeeze it in a gentle on-and-off pressure.
"Go on, honey. Squeeze hard! You won't hurt me."
Harriet began squeezing harder, and she rubbed her fingers up and down the length. His hard, throbbing tool jerked in spasms beneath her fingers.
"Uuuunnnggghhh! Ohhh, Harriet! You don't know how good that feels. I've been wanting you to do this to me ever since I met you."
Harriet forced a smile, but the guilt she was feeling flooded through her veins like a vile poison. She had never touched a man down between his legs like this before. She had never even seen a man naked. She had only a vague idea of what a man's genitals looked like.
"Unzip me, honey! Take my cock out! You can play with it better that way!"
Harriet stared at Joe with a panic-stricken look.
Joe laughed. He reached down, pulled Harriet's hand away, and raised his butt off the sofa. Harriet shook with embarrassment as he unbuckled his belt and unsnapped the top of his pants, then grabbed his zipper and pulled it slowly downward.
"Ohhh, Joe! I'm so ashamed!"
"Come on, honey! It's not that bad. Everyone does it. I just want you to play with me a little. I won't make you do anything else until you're ready."
Harriet stared down hypnotically, her heart pounding, as his zipper slid all the way down and his pants spread open, exposing the white cotton briefs and the throbbing outline of his quivering peter. Joe pushed his pants clear down around his knees, then released them and let them fall in a pile around his ankles. He hooked his thumbs in his briefs and pushed down. Harriet moaned in spite of herself as the knob-shaped head of his huge cock came into view. He pushed his briefs on down, and inch after inch of his throbbing, swollen organ was exposed right before her eyes. She could scarcely believe how big it was. And he wanted to stick it in her? Why, he would kill her if he even tried. It was too big.
Joe pushed his briefs on down, and suddenly his whole cock was completely exposed, then his peach-sized, sperm-filled balls. Harriet stared down between his legs, her throat dry with emotion, her eyes wide with disbelief.
"What do you think?" Joe asked, staring down proudly at his manly equipment. He shoved his briefs clear down atop his pants, sat back and spread his legs so she could see everything he had.
"Ohhh, Joe!" It seemed impossible to Harriet that one man could have such a huge cock.
Joe grabbed her hand and placed it on top of his hot, hard organ. Harriet squirmed uneasily on the sofa at the touch of his naked organ. She wrapped her fingers around it cautiously, as though afraid his monstrous hard-on would attack her.
"P-play with me, honey!" Joe begged. "Squeeze it, and pull your hand up and down."
Harriet was terrified. Her head spun dizzily and she scarcely knew what she was doing. Slowly, her hand trembling visibly, she obeyed. She squeezed her fingers around Joe's monstrous cock until he moaned with delight, then pulled down, peeling the foreskin off his knob-shaped cockhead.
"Uuunnnggghhh! Ohhh, baby! Ahhh, that feels good."
"Oh, Joe! I can't!"
Harriet started to pull her hand away, but Joe reached down and forced her to hold on to his quivering, spasm-jerking erection. He pushed and pulled at her hand, forcing her to peel his loose cock-skin up and down over the hard inner shaft of his prick.
"Mmmppphhh! Ooohhh! Ahhh, shit!" His eyes were wide and shining with excitement. He reached up with his other hand and began unfastening the front of Harriet's dress. "N-no!"
"I just want to look at your tits," he said, licking his lips. "I promise I won't try to stick it in you-not today, anyway. I want to look at you, that's all."
Harriet sobbed with embarrassment as the front of her dress was slowly unfastened and spread open. Soon her two breasts were completely exposed to Joe's hungry eyes. He stared at her until she wanted to drop through the floor with shame, then moved his hand up and began caressing her tits with his fingers.
"Uuunnnggghhh! Ohhh, Joe! What are you doing?"
"Ahhh, baby, you've got a nice pair of tits! You're beautiful!"
Joe's hand dropped down to the remaining buttons of Harriet's dress and unfastened them. He spread her dress completely open, exposing her belly and legs, and, especially, her panty-clad cunt.
He grasped the top of her panties and pulled them out. At the same time, he leaned forward and stared down inside.
"Joe! Don't!"
Joe pulled harder. There was a cracking noise as the elastic in her panties began giving way.
"Joe, you're gonna tear my panties."
"Raise up your butt, honey, so I can pull them off."
"No! You promised."
"I just want to look at you. I let you look at mine. Now I want to see yours."
"Uuummmppphhh!" Harriet stifled a loud moan of anguish. She raised up, afraid he would indeed tear her panties. She knew he would rip them off if he had to in order to get a glimpse of her pussy. All she could do now was pray that he would be satisfied with just a look at what she had down between her legs. She suddenly realized to her utter horror that even if he wanted to fuck her, she would be helpless to resist. He could do anything he wanted to her. He was three times as strong as she, and determined to have his way.
Slowly, her face red with embarrassment, Harriet raised up her ass and allowed Joe to pull down her panties. He jerked them completely down in one swift motion, completely exposing the triangle of dark hair between her legs.
"Uuummmnnn!" He moaned with appreciation. "Ahhh, baby! What a cunt!"
"Please, Joe, don't talk like that! What's wrong with you today."
"I'm horny! That's what's wrong! Mmpphh! Keep jacking me off, baby! Move your hand faster and squeeze. Ahhh, that's it! Uummpphh! Ohhh, yeah, that's great! Aaaggghhh!"
Harriet pushed and pulled with her fingers, jacking his cock off at a slow steady rhythm. The piss slit in the end of his dick opened and closed with each rhythmic beat of her hand. A gleaming drop of pre-seminal fluid oozed out onto his cock-head.
"Uuunnnggghhh! Ooohhh!" Joe gasped with delight. He pulled Harriet's dress off her body as best he could without forcing her to get up, then began running his hands up and down over her completely exposed tits, belly, and legs. His fingers moved up and down over her smooth, naked skin, always avoiding the triangle of hair between her legs.
Harriet hoped that he would not touch her there, but deep inside, she knew he would. He was just preparing her-getting her used to the touch of his rough, masculine hands.
A steady trickle of gleaming cockfluid was oozing up and out the pisshole of his prick. It gathered on his cockhead until the whole upper portion of his prick was covered with a layer of the sticky stuff, then spilled loose and ran down the sides of his shaft.
"Mmmnnn!" Harriet moaned as his sticky pre-cum fluid ran down atop her fingers.
"Keep doin' it, baby! Spread my juice up and down! Ooohhh!"
The muscles in Joe's belly tensed, then relaxed, again and again. He grunted with excitement and squirmed on the sofa, grinding his bare butt down into the cushion. He was obviously enjoying what she was doing to him immensely.
Joe's hand drifted down her belly for the umpteenth time, but this time it did not move round her hair-covered snatch. Instead, he drew his fingers right down into her little forest of pubic hair. "J-Joe!"
"Relax, baby! Just lay back and enjoy it! Ooooohhhhh!" Another huge surge of sticky pre-seminal fluid oozed up and out of his prick and spilled down over her -fingers. Harriet was spreading his cockfluid all up and down, and his entire hard-on was completely smeared with a layer of the sticky stuff. As she drew her hand up and down, a wet, squishy sound filled the air.
"Aaaggghhh!" Harriet gasped with fright and shock. Joe's finger was pushing its way right down inside her cunny slit. "Noooooooooooooo! AAARRRGGGHHH!"
Joe drove his finger down determinedly. He thrust the whole upper half of the finger right down inside her, then pushed slowly, forcing the rest of his finger in as well.
"Ooohhh!!! Aaaggghhh!!!" Harried gasped and squirmed. She fought like a mad woman to escape what was happening to her, but Joe held her down with the weight of his arm while he ravaged her cunt with his hard, probing finger. With his free hand, he kept her fingers tightly clasped around his pulsing tool, forcing her to frig him off faster than ever.
Unbelievable sensations began shooting through Harriet's cunt almost immediately. Her legs trembled and her whole body shook with a mixture of shock and excitement. Wave after wave of strange sensation surged up through her body.
Never in her life had she felt anything so strange, and so beautiful.
Joe grinned as he watched the excited expression transform her face. He shoved his finger all the way up inside her, burying it to the hilt, then began sliding it out again. He moved it in and out slowly, in a gently, rhythmic fucking motion.
"J-Joe! Ohhh, Joe!"
"Yeah, honey," Joe said, smiling at her as if to reassure her. "It feels good, doesn't it?"
"Ohhh, yes! Aaahhh!" Harriet moaned and closed her eyes, giving herself in completely to the delightful sensations surging through her cunny. "Ohhh, Joe, you can't believe how g-good it f-feels."
Joe gasped. Another surge of sticky cockfluids were oozing up and out of his stem. His cock was swelling up even bigger than ever, and it was throbbing so hard that it seemed to have a life of its own.
"Aaaagggghhhh! Uuummmppphhh!" Harriet moaned like a little girl as he thrust his finger in and out of her cunt. The sensations mounted up inside her pussy-tube as he began twisting his finger around while he forced it clear up inside her as far as it would go. With his thumb, he began rubbing at her clitoris.
The sensations shooting through Harriet's body were like electric shocks. Her eyes opened wide and she stared down with a look of incredible disbelief to see what he was doing. Harriet was no stranger to the art of masturbation. She had passed many a night with her legs drawn up and spread apart, rubbing herself with her fingers until a beautiful climax broke through her body. But never had anything she had done to herself felt as good as this.
She frigged Joe's hard cock faster as if to show him how much she liked it. The squishy noise of her jacking hand filled the air, and Joe's stiff prick jerked in convulsions between her fingers.
"Aaaaaaaggggggghhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh, baby! UUUMMMPPPHHH!!!" Every muscle in Joe's body went stiff as he raised his butt up off the sofa and gasped with delight. Moaning wildly, he stared down at her hand with wide eyes as his cock erupted, spewing out glob after glob of gleaming, white semen.
Harriet stared fascinated at his geysering prick, jacking him off as fast as she could to milk up his manly offering. His hot cum shot up and out all over his shirt atop his belly.
"Uuummmppphhh!!! Uuunnnggghhh!!!" Joe gritted his teeth, then his muscles broke and his body shook in spasms. His cock jerked violently in Harriet's hand. Two more spurts of semen shot out onto his shirt, then the orgasm was over and she could only milk out a small trickle of potent cum before he grasped her hand and forced her to stop.
She refused to let him pull her hand away, however. Before, he had been obligated to force her to touch his penis. Now she clung to it with squeezing fingers as though it were the most precious thing in the world.
Joe began driving his finger in and out of Harriet's pussy with renewed vigor, as though determined to make her experience orgasm. His thumb rubbed up a storm over her clitoris.
"Mmmppphhh!!! Uuummmppphhh!!!" Harriet gasped, then her eyes went wide and she bucked up and down on the sofa, driving her aching cunt on and off Joe's embedded finger. The sensations of orgasm rocked through her body, tearing her soul apart in a frenzy.
Harriet collapsed on the sofa, her body exhausted. Her heart pounded madly and she gasped to catch her breath. "Ahhh, Joe! What did you do to me?"
Joe laughed. "You kinda like that, huh? Just wait, baby! You haven't seen anything yet." Joe reached down and fished his handkerchief out of his pants pocket and began wiping up the blobs of semen which were all over his shirt.
"Ohhh! Your shirt is ruined."
"Don't worry about it," he said. "It was worth it."
He stared at Harriet, his eyes shining. Harriet quickly pulled her dress together to hide her nakedness. The way he stared at her frightened her.
"Come on, baby, let me look at you a little." Joe grasped her dress and spread it back open. "You're beautiful."
"We'd b-better start gettin' ready," Harriet said quickly. "I don't want to be late for work my first night."
Joe nodded reluctantly. "I guess you're right. We can pick up where we left off when I bring you home tonight."
She threw him a hard glance. "Remember, you promised-"
"Don't worry!" he said, laughing and throwing up his hands. "Now come on, let's go!" He got up, grabbed her hand, and pulled her to her feet. He slapped her playfully on the ass. "Just make sure those truckers keep their hands off this," he said. "It's just for me."
Harriet was nervous and excited, and somewhat fearful, all the way to the truck stop on the highway outside of town. Joe chattered to try to calm her nerves, but it was useless. She wanted to be sure she performed her job satisfactorily. The idea of getting fired the very first night on the job terrified her.
"Nonsense!" Joe said. "A cute chick like you? You'll draw those truckers in like crazy." He reached over and ran his hand up inside her dress. Harriet gasped as his fingers pushed inside her panties and he began rubbing up her cunt. "Just wiggle your ass a little to keep the truckers interested," he said, "and you'll be fine."
"What if one of them makes a pass at me?" she asked, chewing her fingernails while he wormed his index finger right up inside her pussy.
"Just give him the cold shoulder. You will have to take a lot of teasing, that's for sure. They're gonna keep asking you to go to bed with them, but it's all just a game. They'd do it with you if you gave them a chance, of course, but they don't really expect you to say yes."
Joe began driving his finger in and out of Harriet's steaming-hot cunt while he steered the car down the road with his other hand. She gasped, and began moving her hips automatically, driving her tight pussy up and down over his massaging digit.
"Ahhh, baby," he said. "I'm gettin' hard again. Play with it a little for me, will you?"
Harriet bit her lip, but there seemed no good reason to protest, not after what they had done together on the sofa. Reaching over, she unzipped Joe's pants and thrust her fingers inside to locate his pecker. She pulled it free from his briefs and drug it out of his open fly. His cock was rock-hard and throbbing violently. She wrapped her fingers around it and began frigging him off gently.
"Aaahhh! Ohhh, yeah!" Joe moaned with delight. His cock pulsed hard and hot against Harriet's fingers. "We're almost th-there, honey."
The truck stop drew into sight down the road. A huge red-and-green neon sign flashed the advertisement, "Truck Stop," so brightly that it could be seen for a full half-mile up and down the road either way. Several huge semi-trucks were pulled off the road making the whole parking lot resemble a freight yard. Joe pulled into the parking lot beside one of the huge, eighteen-wheeled monsters and stopped the car.
Harriet removed her hand from his prick, leaving it throbbing violently as it protruded from his open fly. Joe reached down to replace her hand with his own, and continued masturbating right before her eyes, then pulled his fingers away and stared down at himself. "How about suckin' me off a little, honey, before you go inside."
Harriet threw him a look of shocked disbelief.
"Aw, come on, try it!" Joe reached over and pulled Harriet down, forcing her face right onto his midsection. His hard cock pulsed hotly against her lips. "Open your mouth and suck me," Joe said. "You'll like it."
"N-no, Joe! Please!"
"Go on! Suck it!" His voice seemed determined.
"I have to go to work!" Harriet struggled to escape her boyfriend's grip, but he was too powerful and held her right down so her face was pressed against his hard-on.
"Will you suck me tonight after I take you home?"
Harriet gasped for breath. He was almost suffocating her. "N-no!"
"You either suck it now or tonight. Take your choice."
Harriet sobbed in anguish. The gentle Joe Billings she had known before was gone. Now that he had found a job for her, he was making all sorts of demands.
"Make up your mind," Joe said. "Do you want to suck it now, or later?"
"L-later." Harriet would have promised him anything to get him to let her go.
"Take it in your mouth now so I can believe you," Joe insisted, reaching down and grasping his cock so it was aimed straight at her lips.
"Joe! P-please!"
"Take it in your mouth!" He repeated, his voice firm.
Harriet knew she had no choice. She could only hope that he would be temporarily satisfied at letting her just mouth it a little. The thought of doing even that much was revolting. The idea of actually sucking on it made her want to puke. She opened her lips and lowered her mouth, determined to get it over with as soon as possible.
Joe pushed her face down, forcing every inch of his hard, masculine pole into her mouth and throat.
"Aaaggghhh! Aaarrrggghhh!" Harriet gagged and choked. She started to bite down, but Joe grabbed her hair and pulled on it so she didn't dare.
"Suck me," he ordered. "I want you to do it now."
"Uuunnnggghhh! Mmmmpppphhhh!" Harriet gasped and choked around her mouthful of hot male peter. She had no choice. She had to suck him or be suffocated. She began sucking as hard as she could, and then Joe began pushing and pulling her head, drawing her face up and down over his massive ram.
"Uuunnnggghhh! Ohhh, baby! Aw, Jesus, that feels good!"
A sudden bright light shining in Joe's eyes made him squint painfully, then the beam of light moved down, focusing in on Harriet's head atop his turgid club.
"What going on here?" A policeman stared in, watching Harriet suck off her boyfriend's peter.
Harriet squirmed in terror, trying to raise up and stop the horrible act, but Joe kept her head pinned down firmly over his pulsing rod. He dared not let her lift her head and expose his erection to the policeman. This way the cop was pretty sure what Harriet was doing down between Joe's legs, but he couldn't be positive because he couldn't really see her mouth at work on his cock. The back of her head was hiding the action from view.
"Gettin' a little head, huh?" the cop asked, grinning. He leaned over against the car and stuck his head through the window. "Go on," he urged. "Let her do it to you."
Joe hesitated. The officer saw his doubtful look and his grin broadened. "Don't worry, I won't run you in, not if you put on a good enough show for me."
Joe relaxed and nodded. He began pushing and pulling Harriet's head again, working her mouth up and down on his feverish hard-on. The cop could see the base of Joe's cock every time he pulled her head up.
"S-suck me!" Joe urged. "You gotta do it now, Harriet, or we're both gonna be arrested."
A brawny truck driver came out the door of the truck-stop restaurant, cleaning his teeth with a toothpick. He saw the policeman staring inside Joe's car and ambled over and peered in through the window beside him.
"Jeez!" The big truck driver uttered a low moan of surprise.
"Ain't that somethin'?" the policeman asked. "Look at 'em go."
Another truck driver came out of the restaurant. The truck driver beside the policeman waved his arm. "Hey, Harry, come over here and look at this. You're never going to believe it."
In less than ten minutes, there were ten truck drivers swarming around the car, peering in at the exciting sight taking place in the front seat. The policeman's flashlight illuminated the blow-job Joe was receiving clearly.
"Suck him, baby," a brawny voice called.
"Give him more head!"
"Go to it, sweetie!"
Tears of anguish rolled down Harriet's cheeks. She sucked as hard as she could on Joe's swollen erection. All she wanted to do was make him cum and get it over with. The embarrassment of the situation made her want to die.
"Oooohhhh! AAAGGGHHH!" Joe gasped. He raised his butt up off the seat, lifting Harriet's head with him. Every muscle in his body was strained and an expression of pure pleasure covered his face. "MMMPPPHHH! I'm cumming! AAARRRGGGGHHHH!!!" Joe's muscles broke loose and shook in spasms. His face was contorted with pleasure.
"Mmmppphhh! Nnnggghhh!" Harriet gasped as he bucked his hips madly, forcing his huge organ to slide in and out of her aching throat. Huge jets of semen came gushing out of his rod, filling her mouth and throat. He was working his spewing organ in and out of her mouth so fast that she could not even find time to choke.
It seemed like an eternity to Harriet before the last spurt of semen shot out of Joe's prick and he fell back on the seat exhausted. Outside the car there was a round of applause, then slowly the truck drivers began losing interest in the scene in the car. They did wait long enough for Joe to pull Harriet's head up off his drained, wilting prick, so they could catch a look at her face. They laughed and joked among themselves and turned away to talk about "Smokey", the word they used on their citizen's band radios to warn each other about policemen lurking in patrol cars to catch semis exceeding the 55-mile-per-hour speed limit.
The policeman flicked off his light, leaving Harriet and Joe in darkness, and turned to laugh good-naturedly at the burly truck drivers. "You fellows realize don't you, that a lot of us policemen are getting CB radios put in our cars too. You're not foolin' anybody."
Harry, the biggest and roughest-looking driver of them all shrugged. "Oh, I don't know," he said.
"It seems to work pretty good."
The cop said nothing. Actually the truck drivers performed many useful acts with their radios, so the fact that they used them to alert each other about waiting patrol cars was almost pardonable. They even communicated directly with the police on some occasions, alerting them about marooned motorists, accidents, drunken drivers, and so forth. Also, the idea that the huge semi-trucks they drove could burn up less fuel at 55-miles-per-hour than at higher speeds was a fallacy, and the policeman knew it. Grinding along at that slow speed gave the drivers no time to adjust for hills, and forced them to shift into lower gears, burning up more fuel than ever. Besides that, they were not paid by the hour. Every precious minute they spent ambling along the highway at slow speeds was money out of their pockets, forced the price of hauling by freight up, and ended up by hurting the consumer.
No, the policeman could sympathize with the trucker's lot-silently. Outwardly, he gave them hell. That was his job.
Joe reached over, unfastened Harriet's door, and swung it open for her. He was not about to get out of the car himself and face this bunch of burly men-not after they had just watched him get his cock sucked.
Harriet got out of the car, her face a deep embarrassed red. The truck drivers stopped talking and turned to stare and grin at her.
"Hey, baby, how's about doin' me now?"
"Come over here, honey! I've got one ten inches long."
"Come on, honey, don't run away."
Harriet stumbled toward the restaurant quickly. She had never been so embarrassed in all her life. The truck drivers watched her rear end moving in her tight dress and whistled shamelessly, then turned back to one another and began talking about getting up a convoy-a procession of trucks rolling down the road together. A convoy gave them even better protection from "Smokey", and let them chatter among themselves with their radios to avoid the deadly monotony of driving far into the night on the open road.
The manager of the restaurant, a young man in his early twenties, looked up and smiled as Harriet entered. It seemed to Harriet that she had passed an eternity in the car sucking Joe's cock, and she was surprised to see that it was just eight o'clock. She wasn't even late. The young manager headed over toward her, grabbing another waitress by the arm and bringing her with him.
"Good evening, Mr. Hartman," Harriet said.
"Listen, call me Bob. This is Sally," he said, pushing the older waitress forward. "She'll help you get broken in."
Sally grasped Harriet's hand and shook it firmly. "Come on with me," she said. "I'll show you where you can change."
"Ch-change? Into what?"
"Didn't you bring a waitress's outfit?" Sally asked. "Never mind. I'll lend you one of mine."
Sally led Harriet in through the kitchen and down a corridor at the rear of the building. They passed several open doors, and peering inside, Harriet studied the dingy little rooms. Each room was equipped with a sagging bed and an old wooden chair.
Sally, noticing the way Harriet was studying the rooms, seemed to grow nervous. "Th-those are for the truckers," she said quickly, as if anxious to explain the reason for the little bedrooms. "Some of them like to catch a little sleep before they hit the road again."
Harriet nodded.
"What exactly did Bob tell you when he hired you?" Sally asked, leading Harriet into a bedroom at the far end of the hall and handing her a white waitress's uniform.
"What do you mean?"
"Did he tell you what your duties would be?"
Harriet studied Sally's face. The sexy, blonde waitress seemed to be hinting at something, but Harriet could not imagine what. "He told me I'd be waiting on tables," Harriet said slowly, beginning to unbutton her dress. "That is what I'm going to be doing, isn't it?"
Sally blushed. "Yes, of course." She lowered her eyes, watching the front of Harriet's dress open up slowly. Her eyes widened as Harriet's breasts spilled into view.
"I'm so nervous," Harriet said. "I hope I work out all right." She released her dress, letting it drop around her legs to the floor and stepped out of it. Standing there in nothing but her panties, she picked up the dress Sally had given her and prepared to pull it on.
"Oh, you'll do fine," Sally said, a dead serious tone in her voice as she eyed Harriet's well-stacked feminine figure. Harriet's breasts were swelling up and her nipples were hard and a bright pink. "Are you going to leave those on?" she asked, nodding toward Harriet's panties around her slender hips.
A puzzled frown came to Harriet's face.
"I always leave mine off," Sally said, forcing a smile. She grasped the lower part of her short waitress's dress and lifted it up, completely exposing her cunny. The dark patch of pubic hair between her legs gleamed in the light of the naked light bulb over their heads.
Harriet's eyes widened and her throat went suddenly dry. She licked her lips and her heart began pounding.
"It helps get bigger tips if you flash the truck drivers a shot of your cunt or your ass once in a while," Sally said, still holding her dress up. She reached down with her free hand and began rubbing the front of her swollen bush with her fingers. "I know it seems disgusting," she said, "but like I said, they really tip you good when you give 'em a shot of pussy, and that's what we're here for, the money, isn't it?"
"Yes, but. . . ."
"All you have to do is bend over once in awhile to pick up something. These waitress uniforms are so short that they pull up, and the guys get an exciting shot of your butt."
Harriet watched dumbfounded as Sally's fingers ran around in circles in her curly cunt hairs. A strange glowing sensation began rising in Harriet's cunt as she watched the pretty young girl caress herself right before her eyes. Harriet could scarcely believe it. She was actually growing aroused watching the girl touch herself.
CHAPTER THREE
"If you want to flash them a shot of your cunt," Sally went on, you sit down on a stool at the counter and pull up your dress a little, then spread your legs."
"Ooohhh!" Harriet let out a low moan and shivered. Sally's fingers were actually spreading the lips of her pussy apart, exposing the shining pink interior of her slit.
Sally smiled at the expression on Harriet's face. "Here," she said, pulling her fingers away and moving forward. "Let me take those off for you. You might as well get started right."
Harriet swallowed, trying in vain to relieve the lump in her throat as Sally dropped to her knees and knelt right before her. The pretty young girl reached up, hooked her thumbs in Harriet's panties, and tugged slowly downward. The upper part of the triangle of hair between Harriet's legs came into view. Sally peeled her panties on down her smooth legs, forcing them clear down around her ankles. Lifting Harriet's feet one by one, the young girl pulled the panties completely free and tossed them aside. Harriet now stood stark naked before her. The girl looked up and down Harriet's naked body, her eyes gleaming.
"You're really beautiful," she said slowly. Reaching out, she drew her fingers slowly up Harriet's legs. "Those drivers are really gonna go for you."
Harriet trembled even more openly as the girl's fingers played up and down her legs, caressing her lightly. Sally placed her hands on the inner sides of Harriet's legs and slowly forced them apart. She made her spread her legs wide, then moved her hands up and down even more determinedly.
The blood pounded madly in Harriet's veins. Her mind spun dizzily with mixed emotion. No one liked men better than Harriet Bradford. Why then was she growing so excited by the touch of another woman's fingers on her body?
Sally's hands moved slowly up the insides of Harriet's legs, approaching their junction. "There's a lot of other stuff I've got to tell you, too," she said. "That's why Bob wanted me to talk to you before you start in working, I guess. He can't tell you these things himself."
"Wh-what kind of things?" Harriet asked, gasping as Sally's fingers moved around behind her body and up onto her buttocks. The touch of the girl's fingers on her naked asscheeks was more exciting than she could ever have imagined. Sensations began surging through her cunny as Sally's fingers moved round and round, toying with her butt.
Harriet knew she should back away from the girl and force her to remove her hands from her naked body. What she was allowing her to do was wrong-horribly wrong. Harriet stood trembling like a helpless deer, however, unable to move to stop what was happening. For one thing, she was afraid to do anything that might hurt Sally's feelings. She liked Sally, and besides that, she knew that Sally could make her or break her on her new job. To reject what the girl was doing to her would cause hard feelings and might even start a war between them that only Harriet, being the newest employee, could lose. More than that, however, Harriet could not make Sally stop because she was actually enjoying the delightful sensations shooting through her body as the girl's fingers traced around her naked skin, caressing her expertly.
Sally's fingers moved around to the front of Harriet's body and on to her belly. "First of all, there's the tips," Sally said, running her fingers around Harriet's navel. "You keep them, of course. Don't give them to the cashier like some of the new girls do. Put them in your pocket."
"Oooohhhh!" Harriet gasped as Sally's fingers moved up to her tits, and began fondling her nipples.
Sally smiled. "You're the prettiest girl to come here in a long time. I hope you stay that way."
Harriet threw her a puzzled look, but Sally did not elaborate. Instead, she said, "Next, there's the money for the 100-mile coffee."
"The wh-what?" Harriet asked, moaning as Sally's gently-massaging fingers began moving down toward her midsection.
Sally laughed. "10-mile coffee. That's what the truckers call our coffee. After they eat, they sit around talking with each other, and they drink gallons of it. The first cup they drink shows up on the bill, but the money for the cups they drink after that is collected separately. Put it in your pocket."
"But that would be stealing!" Harriet said.
"All the girls do it," Sally said. "If you don't do it, they'll get the idea that you think you're better than them, and they'll really make it rough on you. You have to stick that coffee money in your pocket, understand?"
"B-but-"
"Just act like it's tip money," Sally said.
"Ooooohhhhh!" Harriet gasped uncontrollably. Sally's fingers were down to her cunt, and the girl was running her fingertips right through her pubic hair.
"Another thing," Sally went on, "when the place get real crowded, if one of the drivers gives you the exact change for his meal, stick the green stamps in your pocket."
"G-green stamps?" Harriet was trembling so hard that her tits were shaking. Slowly, but firmly, Sally hooked her fingers inside her crack and spread her cunny open. The young girl stared eagerly at the exposed pink interior of Harriet's slit, and licked her lips.
"What are green stamps?" Harriet asked, certain that Sally didn't mean the trading stamps given out by stores.
"That's what the truckers call money," Sally said. "They've got a lingo all their own. You'll get used to it after a while."
"You want me to s-steal the money they pay for food?" Harriet asked.
"When the place gets real crowded, who's going to miss one check out of a dozen?" Sally asked. "All the girls do it. It's the only way we can make ends meet with a job like this."
Harriet could scarcely believe her ears. Sally was actually proposing that she become a thief.
"If you knew how much money this restaurant takes in during a single day, you'd be shocked," Sally said. "The owner is getting rich."
"Bob Hartman is the owner?"
Sally shook her head and drew a finger down the inside of Harriet's pussy crack, making Harriet squirm uncontrollably. "He works for the owner just like we do. That's why Bob never says anything if he happens to notice one of us girls pocketing a little money. He knows we're underpaid. As long as we don't do it too open so that he can't ignore it, he's all for us. He even pockets some of the money himself."
"Ooohhh! Ahhh, Sally!" Harriet moaned with delight. Sally's finger was slowly pushing its way right up inside her cunt.
"The fuckin' owner comes around every night at midnight to collect the take," Sally said, pushing her finger all the way up inside Harriet's tight-gripping pussy. "It's disgusting, Harriet. They take in all that money, making us work like slaves for it, and we don't even get two bucks an hour. We kill ourselves making a profit for them -then we never see any of that profit. I've got two little kids at home, and my old man skipped out on me a long time ago. I could never support myself and my kids on the pay they give me. Even with the tips, I couldn't make it."
"Why don't you get a job that pays better?"
Sally laughed bitterly. "Where? You just finished looking for a job. It's hard enough for a woman with no special skills to get a decent job even when things are good, but the way the economy is right now-" Sally bit her lip. "I guess I sound bitter, and I suppose I am. I'm just tired of seeing all the rich bastards in this country working people like you and me to the bone and raking in all the money. They work us till we're all worn out, and then what happens to us? Who could even begin to make ends meet these days with nothing but just social security to live on?"
Harriet threw her head back, and with her eyes closed tight, she moaned loudly. Sally's finger was sawing in and out of her cunt. The girl was actually fucking her with her finger. The feelings that shot out from her pussy made Harriet's head spin dizzily. She scarcely heard a word Sally was saying.
"That's what they do to us, you know," Sally said. "They wear us out. Once we start getting old, or lose our good looks, or get sick, they kick us out. Suddenly all the years we spent slaving for them don't matter. All the money we earned for them is in the bank, drawing interest for them, and we're left with nothing."
"Uuummmppphhh! Aaaggghhh!" Harriet began bucking her hips, driving her aching cunt on and off of Sally's probing finger.
"That's why we gotta take our share of the profits now-while we're working for them," Sally went on, her eyes shining bitterly. "If we just do our work like zombies and count on them doin' what's right when the time comes, we deserve everything we get."
"Mmmppphhh! Gggnnnpphhh!" Harriet opened her eyes wide and stared down, watching Sally's finger slide in and out of her hot, pulsing pussy. The sensations shooting up from between her legs mounted higher and higher.
Sally looked up into her eyes, and the hard lines on her forehead softened when she saw the excited expression on Harriet's face. Pulling her finger slowly out of Harriet's steaming cunt, Sally spread her pussy lips apart with her fingers, moved her face forward, and wet her lips.
Harriet stared down wide-eyed, scarcely able to believe her eyes. Surely Sally was not going to do that to her? Just the thought of it gave Harriet goosebumps. Sally's tongue moved out, aiming straight for the exposed pink interior of her cunt.
"S-Sally? Ohhh! Aaaaaggggghhhhh!" Harriet squirmed with delight. The hot wet tongue of her fellow waitress was drawing right up the inside of her crack. When the tip of her tongue reached Harriet's clitoris, Sally began flicking it up and down. The sensations that shot through Harriet's quivering clitoris were electric. Never had she known such excitement.
"Mmmnnn! Uuuummmmnnnn!" Sally moaned eagerly as she worked her tongue expertly, lapping up a storm down between Harriet's widespread legs. She wrapped one arm around Harriet's body, toying with her naked buttocks. Her fingers were all over Harriet's trembling legs.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh! What are you doing to me? Uuunnnggghhh!" Harriet gasped with delight. She bucked her hips steadily, driving her tingling clit on and off the eagerly lapping tongue wedged up her crack. It seemed impossible that another girl could provide her with such intense pleasure -yet it was happening.
The muffled sound of semis roaring past on the highway outside the restaurant filled Harriet's ears, and then-suddenly-she heard a high-pitched moan.
She opened her eyes wide. The moan had come from inside the building. Harriet stared down at Sally, but the young girl did not even budge. She was still eating out Harriet's cunt as though nothing at all had happened. Harriet strained her ears, trying to hear any additional noises that might tell her what had happened. There was only silence, save for the trucks on the highway and the loud chatter and clamor inside the restaurant eating area.
Closing her eyes, Harriet gave herself back to the beautiful sensations shooting through her body. It must have been her imagination, she decided.
"Mmmnnn! Uuummmppphhh!" Sally was licking up a storm down between her legs. Looking down, Harriet gasped. Sally had one hand up under her dress, and Harriet could tell by the movements of the girl's wrist that Sally was masturbating. She was actually finger-fucking herself while she licked and sucked at Harriet's clit.
"Uuunnnggghhh!" Harriet gasped. The hand that Sally was using to caress her buttocks was forcing itself right down between her buns. Sally's index finger thrust itself out, and proceeded to become wedged deeper and deeper inside Harriet's butt. "Ooohhh!" Harriet moaned as the very tip of Sally's finger pushed at her butt-hole. "Aaaggghhh!!!"
Sally worked away at Harriet's body as though in a passionate fury. She couldn't seem to get enough of her private, most secret charms. Masturbating furiously, Sally licked and sucked at Harriet's pulsing clit as though she were a baby sucking on a bottle. At the same time, she worked the index finger of her other hand ever deeper up inside Harriet's ass, then began twisting it around. The sensations that the combined attack on her pussy and her ass caused in Harriet's body were unbelievably good.
Electric-like waves of pleasure pulsed out in all directions through Harriet's body from their point of origin down between her legs. Sally's finger was screwed up all the way inside her butt-hole now, and she could hear Sally moaning and breathing heavily as she licked and sucked at her clit. Sally's body was shaking visibly down below her. Harriet knew that Sally, too, was experiencing waves of pleasure rocking through her body.
' Harriet could scarcely believe how good it felt. Even the things Joe Billings had done down between her legs a short time before had not felt this good. Sally's tongue licked faster and faster.
"Oooohhhhh! Uuuuuunnnnnngggggghhhhhh!!! AAARRRGGGHHH!!!" Suddenly Harriet's cunt exploded. Gigantic waves of pleasure rocked out from her pussy like ripples of water moving out from the point where a stone has been thrown in calm water. Her whole body shook in spasms and she bucked her hips violently.
"Mmmppphhh! Uuummmnnn! Mmmmnnnn!" Sally moaned loudly and shook like a leaf down between Harriet's widespread legs. Her finger sliced in and out of her cunt at lightning speed, finger-fucking her cunt furiously while she ate out Harriet's cunt.
Surge after surge of the most pleasant sensations imaginable rocked through Harriet's being. Her mind reeled dizzily, giving the impression that the whole universe was spinning madly around her. Her innermost being seemed to be bursting with joy.
"Aaahhh! Uuummmppphhh!" Sally's frigging gradually slowed its in-and-out sawing motion, and her tongue eased up its pressure on Harriet's clitoris. At last Sally completely stopped masturbating, and slowly pulled her finger out of her cunt. Drawing back, she removed her tongue completely from Harriet's still-tingling bud of pleasure, and rose wearily to sit down on a chair. "Ahhh, Harriet, what a cunt," she said, licking her lips. "You were delicious."
Harriet blushed and lowered her eyes. She felt suddenly ashamed.
Sally threw her a reassuring smile. "Was this your first time with another girl?" she asked.
Harriet nodded, her blush deepening to the point that her face was a deep red.
"Do you like men?" Sally asked.
"Yes, sure," Harriet said. She raised her eyes to meet Sally's.
"I suppose you've got a boyfriend?" Sally asked.
"Yeah," Harriet said, nodding.
"My ex-husband kinda turned me off on men," Sally said. "I still enjoy fucking, but I don't think I could ever love a man again." She studied Harriet's face carefully, as though hesitating to go on until she felt sure of her ground. "Do you like to fuck?" she asked at last.
Harriet's face grew a deep crimson. She stammered, but no words would come out.
Sally's eyed widened. "Don't tell me-oh, no- you're not a virgin?"
Nodding, Harriet lowered her eyes with embarrassment.
"Ohhh, shit, Bob's really struck pay dirt this time."
"Wh-what?" Harriet asked, lifting her eyes.
"Nothin'. Hasn't any guy even ever tried to make it with you?" Sally asked.
"My b-boyfriend. I w-wouldn't let him." To her surprise, Harriet actually felt guilty about being a virgin. It made her seem almost like a snob in comparison to the down-to-earth frankness that Sally displayed. "I did let him play with my cunt with his fingers today," Harriet hurried to add, "and I played with his p-peter."
"And he lets it go at that?" Sally asked, an amused smile of disbelief on her face.
"He wants me to s-suck him. He-he did make me suck him!" Tears came to Harriet's eyes as she remembered the horrible incident in the car. Her throat still ached from the brutal assault of Joe Billings' prick. "He forced me to give him a blow-job out in the parking lot right before I came in to get to work," Harriet said. "It was terrible. A p-policeman came over and caught us, then, a whole bunch of truck drivers. I was so ashamed."
"Some of the truck drivers saw you doing it?" Sally asked.
Harriet nodded.
"Oh, oh! You're in for it now," Sally said. "The drivers who saw what you did are never going to let you forget it." She eyed Harriet carefully, a concerned look on her face.
"I guess I'd better get dressed," Harriet said, wiping the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand.
Another moan, this time muffled, echoed down the hallway toward them. They could hear it even through the closed door.
"What's that?" Harriet asked. This time she was sure it was not her imagination.
CHAPTER FOUR
The muffled moan came again, then there was silence. Harriet stared at Sally, waiting for an explanation, but Sally did not seem prepared to give one. Instead, she seemed a little embarrassed.
"What was it, Sally?" Harriet asked. "What's going on here?"
"Honey, if I were you, I'd get back in my dress and get out of here as fast as I could," Sally said, staring down at the floor to avoid Harriet's eyes.
"Why?" Harriet asked, a frown appearing on her forehead. "I don't understand."
"I can't tell you why. Just listen to me. Don't stay here. Get out while you can."
"But I j-just got my job. I can't just leave like that. I w-want to work." Harriet was completely confused. She sensed that something was not quite right in this place, yet her desire to work, earn money and become independent was an overpowering one. Even if she did pack up and leave, where could she find another job? It was only through Joe Billings' influence that she had landed this job. She hadn't asked Joe how he had managed to swing it, but felt sure that he had gone to a great deal of trouble. Besides, why should she leave because of the vague reason Sally was offering her-simply that she ought to?
"I can't talk about it, Harriet, but if you have any sense at all, you'll listen to me. If you stay, you'll regret it for the rest of your life."
"I can't leave," Harriet said simply. Her mind was made up. Unless Sally could give her some definite reasons for not staying, it would be ridiculous to leave.
Sally studied her face, then frowned. "All right, I'll tell you why," she said. "But you have to promise not to tell anyone what I say. If they found out I told you. . . ." Sally reached out and took Harriet's hand. "Do you know what this place really is, honey?"
"It's a restaurant."
"That's what it looks like, all right. The truth is. . . ." Sally let her voice trail off as the sound of footsteps came moving up the hallway outside to their closed door. "Listen, quick," Sally said. "This is a-"
Three sharp raps on the door broke off Sally's sentence.
A look of anguish covered Sally's face. "I can't tell you now," she whispered. "I'll get with you later, if we get a chance."
"You girls about ready?" Bob Hartman asked from outside the door.
"W-we're ready," Sally said. She got up, squeezed Harriet's hand, then released it and headed for the door. When she opened it, Bob Hartman stared at her with a look of dead seriousness on his face, then looked over at Harriet.
"Well, you two must have been having a nice chat," he said. He stared straight into Harriet's eyes with a hard, dominating glaze that made her want to shrink out of sight. "What's Sally been telling you?" he asked.
"N-nothing," Harriet said, her voice breaking. The friendly tone which had been in Bob's voice before was gone now.
"Nothing? You've been in here over half an hour, and you've talked about nothing?"
"Oh, you know how us girls are," Sally said, moving up quickly and grabbing Bob's arm, suddenly acting cheerful. "We can talk for hours and not really say anything."
Bob Hartman, however, seemed to have sensed the tension in the air from the moment he stepped into the room. He forced a cold smile and beckoned for Harriet to move up to join them. "Come on, then," he said, his voice hard. "Let's get our new little girl put to work and see how she likes it." He slapped Harriet on the rump as she passed and moved into the hallway before him. "Nice legs," he said, eyeing Harriet's legs appraisingly as she walked before him. "And a nice butt, too."
It was a rush period in the restaurant. Big, masculine truck-drivers filled the dining area and were packed at the counter. The room was filled with a thick layer of cigarette smoke and the sound of music from the juke box was all but drowned out by the clamor of voices.
Even before she was completely inside the dining area, one of the huge truck drivers at a table before her raised his head, let his eyes pop open, and grinned. "Hey, fellows, it's the girl in the car I was telling you about," he boomed. "She's the one who was giving her boyfriend a blow-job!"
The drivers at the table adjacent to the loudmouthed driver all looked up at Harriet and evil grins covered their faces. The noise in the room slowly ebbed away as everyone present turned to see what was happening.
Harriet's face turned a bright shade of red. She turned, stammering, to face Bob Hartman, afraid of what he would think about her. To her shock, the grin covering Bob's face was even broader than those of the truck drivers. "What's this, Harriet?" he asked.
"She was suckin' on her boyfriend's prick," the driver boomed. "A whole bunch of us guys saw her do it. She sucked him till he came."
Bob Hartman just laughed. "Well, well, who would have ever guessed?"
"Hey, baby," the driver said, "How's about taking me in back there and giving me a little of the same?"
Sally brushed past Harriet and grinned. "By the time she found it," Sally said, "it would be time for her to go home."
"Ooohhh!" There was a loud moan from the other drivers, but the driver she had put in place only grinned.
"That's all right," he said. "When she finally does find it, she'll like it so much she'll want to take it home with her."
"That might be," Sally retorted. "If she saves up enough of them just like yours, she might have enough to be able to do something." Sally grabbed Harriet's hand and pulled her on past the trucker's table. "Come on, honey, I'll show you around."
As easily as that, the fact that Harriet had sucked on her boyfriend's cock was accepted by everyone. Harriet could scarcely believe what little effect it seemed to have. The only difference was that most of the truck drivers in the room were now eyeing her keenly, their eyes sparkling with interest.
"This is the kitchen," Sally said, pulling Harriet through a pair of swinging doors into the steam-filled room. A young boy wearing Levi's, a sweat-drenched T-shirt, and a soiled white apron turned from a stove full of pots and pans and nodded.
"This is Billy," Sally said, introducing the young boy to Harriet. "Billy's kind of the jack-of-all-trades around here. Whenever anyone's sick, he fills in for them. He's only sixteen-years-old, but don't let that fool you. He's full of ideas, aren't you, Billy?"
Billy grinned and stared down at Harriet's legs, then drew his eyes slowly up her body. His eyes hesitated on the shape of her thrust out tits a moment, then dropped back down to focus in between her legs.
"He's a little obvious about it, too," Sally said. "Just make him keep his hands off you, and you'll be all right."
Bob Hartman burst in the door behind Sally and Harriet. "Come on, Billy," he said. "Let's get a move on. We've got a lot of customers out there."
"Shit, Mr. Hartman, I'm hurrying."
Bob Hartman smiled at Harriet. "Our regular cook is sick," he explained, "and Billy is filling in for him. Come on, Billy, get a move on."
"Listen, could one of you girls give me a hand?" Bob asked. "We're running out of dishes. We need someone to wash up a few."
Sally wrinkled up her nose, but Harriet stepped quickly forward. "I'll help him." When she saw the glance Sally threw her, she quickly added, "After what just happened out there, I can't bear the idea of going back in, not just yet."
Bob Hartman grinned. "Don't worry about that," he said, "but I appreciate your offer to help. Come on Sally."
Harriet flinched as she saw the way Bob Hartman grabbed Sally's arm and pulled her out the door. "I want to talk to you a minute, Sally," he said. Sally's eyes were wide with terror. "What happened out there, anyway," Billy said, when he and Harriet were alone. "I heard all the drivers laughing."
"N-nothin'," Harriet said, blushing as she moved over to a sink full of dirty dishes and turned on the hot water.
"I heard them say somethin' about a blow-job," Billy said. "Were they talkin' about you?"
Harriet's blush deepened. "All right," she said weakly. "You'll probably hear about it anyway. A bunch of the drivers caught me and my boyfriend in our car."
"You were giving him a blow-job?"
Harriet turned her head quickly and remained silent, but her silence was as good as a confession.
"Awww, shit, you were giving him one, weren't you? I wish I could get some girl to give me a blow-job."
He hurried over to where Harriet was thrusting her hands down into the sink full of dishes and beginning to scrub up a plate.
"W-would you give me one?" he asked, his voice full of eagerness.
The shock of what he was proposing made Harriet drop the plate. She grabbed for it quickly, but it fell back into the sink. To her relief, it did not break.
"You can give me a real quick one right now," the boy said. "No one will know. Jeez, I'm startin' to get hard just thinkin' about it."
Harriet was blushing and she stared nervously down the front of the youth's body. She could tell by the quivering bulge in the front of his pants that he was telling the truth. He had an erection, or nearly so. The outline of his cock was plain to see, and even as she watched, it jerked and stiffened up yet more. He reached down and rubbed his stiffening prick. Harriet gasped as he pressed his fingers down on either side of his growing dick, making it stand out even more clearly in his pants.
"Stop it, Billy," she said. "Someone might come in."
"Naw, they're too busy out there," he said. "You heard what Mr. Hartman said. The place is swarmin' with customers. Come on, Harriet, suck me a little. I want to know what it feels like."
"No!" Harriet said firmly. "Now you'd better get back to work, Billy. If Mr. Hartman comes back in here and finds out you're not workin', he'll fire you."
"He won't fire me," Billy said proudly. "I know too much."
Harriet stared at the youth as she ran a dish-rag slowly round and round the plate she was washing. She held it out under the faucet to rinse it off, then stuck it on a drain board to dry.
"You know you're doing that all wrong, don't you?" Billy asked. "You'll be in here all night if you try to wash the dishes like that."
"All right!" Harriet exploded, throwing down her dishrag. "Just how am I supposed to wash them."
"You're supposed to use the dishwasher," Billy said, an amused look on his face. "Here, let me show you!" He reached out past Harriet toward the sink full of dishes. His hand accidentally touched her dress, rubbing against it and causing it to lift up, exposing the lower portion of her naked buttocks to his view. "Awww, wow! You aren't wearin' any panties!"
Harriet slapped the boy's hand away from her creamy buns and pushed her dress down. To her dismay, the bulge in his pants was completely hard now, and his cock was throbbing violently between his legs.
"I don't know why all you girls think you're so goody-goody," Billy said, a look of disappointment on his face. "I'm not poison, you know. The things you have to do back there. . . ." He let his voice trail off and waved to the backside of the building.
"What things?" Harriet asked, turning and staring at him.
Billy lowered his gaze to stare at her sharply outlined breasts, and he licked his lips. "Suck my cook and I'll tell you."
"I'm not going to suck your cock!"
Billy studied her face a minute, and the frown on his face relaxed. "You really don't know what's going on here, do you?"
Harriet was becoming more frustrated by the minute. What was happening in this restaurant that was so embarrassing that no one could talk about it?
"Everyone knows that you were caught in that car sucking on your boyfriend's cock, don't they, Harriet?" Billy asked, his eyes shining.
Harriet blushed and tried to turn away, but Billy caught her shoulder and forced her to turn and face him.
"H-he made me do it," Harriet said.
"That's not what everyone thinks," Billy said. "They all think you like to suck cock."
"No"' Harriet grabbed a dishtowel and dried her hands. "Leave me alone, Billy!"
"Are you gonna suck my cock?"
"No!"
"If you suck it, I won't tell anyone, I promise. But if you don't suck it, then I'm gonna go out there and tell everyone that you did!"
"B-Billy, what are you saying?" Harriet stared at the youth with a shocked look on her face.
"I wonder what Mr. Hartman will say when I tell him?" Billy asked. He turned and headed away from Harriet toward the door that led into the outer dining area. "I'll tell him you just couldn't keep your hands off me-that you kept begging me to let you suck my cock, then finally backed me into a corner, pulled down my pants, and did it anyway, even after I told you not to."
"Billy, stop! Come back here!" Billy turned and grinned at her. "You can't t-tell him a lie like that," Harriet said desperately. "He'd fire me!" That was honestly what Harriet believed would happen. It was already too good to believe that he hadn't fired her after she was caught in the parking lot sucking on Joe Billings' prick. Now, if Billy told him she was actually seducing the teen-age help in the kitchen during working hours, making him drop his pants and sucking him off, it would be unpardonable. Worst of all, though it was a lie, Bob Hartman would believe Billy because of what had happened in the parking lot. She would surely be fired.
"Well, will you do it to me?" Billy asked, smiling innocently.
"Y-yes," Harriet said weakly. She had no choice. If she didn't do as Billy asked, she would lose her job. Worse yet, everyone would really believe that she had sucked him off, and her reputation would be ruined. It was one thing to engage in such an act with your boyfriend, but quite another to do it with an underage boy less than twenty minutes after she had met him.
Billy grinned victoriously and moved toward her. Harriet shook her head sadly. It was ironic. To keep Billy from spreading a lie about an act she didn't commit, she was actually being forced to commit that very act.
Billy moved right up in front of her and spread his legs. "All right," he said, beaming at her happily. "Take my pants down."
Harriet reached out toward the top of the boy's pants with her hands. Her fingers were shaking so hard she could scarcely control them. She could see the hard outline of Billy's pecker throbbing harder than ever. Tears of anguish filled her eyes. Her throat was still raw and sore from having sucked on her boyfriend's cock less than an hour ago, and now she was being forced to repeat the act on a boy she didn't even know.
"Ohhh, this is gonna be great," Billy said, staring down while Harriet unbuckled his belt. "I wanna play with you, too. I'll mess around with your pussy with my fingers while you suck me."
Harriet gave a little shiver of disgust. The idea of sucking on the boy's penis was revolting to her. To add to her disgust, she felt a glowing sensation beginning to grow in her pussy once again. No matter how much her brain hated what she was about to do, her body was growing excited at the prospect of engaging in sex with the sixteen-year-old boy. Billy reached out and pulled up her short dress, completely exposing her butt and cunny, and the glowing sensation between her legs grew even stronger.
"Ahhh, man, you're beautiful," Billy said. "I just wish we had time to fuck."
Harriet unsnapped the top of Billy's Levi's, then slowly pulled down his zipper. The front of his pants spread open, exposing the white cotton briefs beneath. His cock was outlined plainer than ever beneath the thin underpants he was wearing. There was a wet sticky spot right where his cockhead was pressing.
"Go ahead," Billy said, running his fingers around over Harriet's naked bottom. "Push 'em clear down to the floor."
Harriet obeyed. Her excitement was growing, and her eyes were actually shining in anticipation of seeing the boy's erection. She bit her lips and blushed with shame. Hooking her thumbs in the top of his Levi's, she pushed down, peeling them clear down his long, slender legs and forcing them down to his ankles. His cock jerked and quivered beneath his thin briefs.
Harriet stared at the outline of his pulsing prick, freezing up, unable to move.
"G-go on," Billy urged. "Pull 'em down and suck me."
Harriet buried her face in her hands and sobbed helplessly. "I can't," she moaned. "Ohhh, God, don't make me do it!"
CHAPTER FIVE
"You gotta do it to me," Billy said. His eyes shining with excitement. "Hurry up, before someone comes in."
Harriet, still sobbing, removed her hands from her face. Reaching out, she grasped Billy's briefs and pushed them down. His cock and balls sprang out before her face. His hard-on was hard and red and throbbing violently. The veins in the sides of it pulsed full of feverish blood. Harriet jerked the boy's briefs clear down around his ankles and closed her eyes, unable to look at the big prick between his legs which she must next take into her mouth.
"Ohhhh!" Billy shivered and moaned with delight. "Get down on your knees and suck me! Quick!"
Harriet obeyed, feeling completely defeated. Dropping to her knees, she opened her eyes and stared blankly at the boy's excited sexual organs.
His balls hung round and full of sperm at the base of his pulsing staff. Reaching forward, she grasped the stem of the boy's cock and moved her lips forward.
Billy stared down with wide, shining eyes. His legs trembled around Harriet's face. His cock throbbed hotly against her fingers. Harriet brushed her lips over the very tip of his peter, hesitating to make the deadly plunge.
"Uuunnnggghhh! Ohhh, do it, please!"
Her lips parted, then moved down atop his organ, taking the head of it into the hot wetness of her mouth. She licked out with her tongue, rolling the tip of it around his cockhead, then lapped at the sensitive underneath side of his shaft.
"Aaaggghhh! Ohhhhhh, Jeez! Uuummmnnn, it feels good!" Billy's whole body shook uncontrollably as slowly, but surely, Harriet's mouth pushed down over his peter, taking in inch after inch. Soon a full three-fourths of his hot, boy cock were solidly in her mouth, and she was licking his prick all over.
"S-suck me!" he urged.
Harriet began sucking. She wanted to get the disgusting act over with as soon as possible. She created such a powerful vacuum with her mouth that the skin of his dick was literally pulled up over his cockhead. His prick pulsed hard against her tongue, and his pre-seminal fluids began oozing up his shaft, then spilled out his pisshole onto her tongue.
"Mmmppphhh! Aaarrrggghhh!" Billy was wild with excitement. He grabbed Harriet's head and pushed and pulled, forcing her lips to slide up and down the length of his long, hot hard-on.
"Mmmnnn! Uuummmppphhh!" It was all Harriet could do to keep from choking. She relaxed her throat so that his quivering rod could slide down into her mouth completely. Somehow she managed to keep breathing as his solid six-inches slid in and out of her mouth again and again. His whole cock grew wet and slippery from her saliva and from the sticky fluids spilling out his pee-hole.
"P-play with yourself, too," Billy ordered, "and play with my butt."
Harriet wanted to die with embarrassment. It was bad enough to be forced to service the boy in this fashion. Now he was actually ordering her to masturbate before his eyes.
"Do what I say," Billy said, "or I'll tell them everything!"
Harriet moaned in despair. As before, she had no choice. Raising up her dress so Billy could see everything she had, she thrust her right hand up between her legs and began massaging her cunny. She wrapped her legs tightly around her hand, thrusting her index finger right up inside her pulsing pussy slit. Her left hand moved around behind the boy and she ran her fingers lightly over his exposed buns.
"Uuummmnnn! Oooohhhh, that's good! S-stick your finger right up in my butt!"
Harriet sucked harder on the boy's hot prick, determined to bring him off as soon as possible and put an end to his sadistic orders. She pushed her hand down inside his asscrack, and forced the end of her index finger up against his brown, puckered butt-hole.
"Uuunnnggghhh! Aaaggghhhh!" Billy moaned with delight. "Ohhh, man, that feels good! Ohhh, yeah, keep suckin' me just like that! It feels great!"
She kept moving her finger in and out of her cunt, and the sensations began building up in her pussy in spite of her disgust at what he was forcing her to do. She nudged her thumb up over her clitoris, then began massaging the little love muscle seriously with her thumb, moaning with pleasure at the feelings being created there.
"Ungh! Ungh! Unghhh!" Billy bucked his hips slowly, driving his quivering erection in and out of her mouth. His balls pushed against her chin with each forward plunge of his body. With each backward pull he made, her lips clung to his peter skin, drawing it clear up around his dickhead and making him moan with pleasure.
"Nnnggghhh!" Harriet gasped, almost gagging on his long peter stem. It was swelling up and seemed to have grown even longer. It was all she could do to take it all in her throat when he pushed his groin up against her mouth.
"T-take my balls in your mouth, too!" He ordered.
Harriet moaned in protest, but Billy grabbed her hair and pulled till she squealed her consent. Opening her mouth as wide as she could, she pressed her face forward and took in his sperm swollen sacs. She closed her lips around them, straining around her mouthful of hot teen-age genitals. Her mouth was crammed full of Billy's peter and balls.
"Ooohhh! Ahhh, God, that's good!" Billy said. His legs trembled violently on either side of Harriet's cock-and-ball crammed mouth.
Harriet lapped her tongue out at his peter skin, licking at every square inch of genitals stuffed inside her mouth. At the same time she sucked on the boy's cock as hard as she could, making his body quake with excitement. She pushed harder with the index finger inside his asscrack, forcing the whole tip of her finger to push down inside his butt-hole.
"Aaaggghhh! Oh, shit! Uuummmnnn!" Billy moaned and trembled, not knowing what to do with his body. He could no longer buck his hips, not with his balls stuffed inside Harriet's face.
She pushed harder with her finger, forcing the whole upper half of it to slide up his ass.
"Uuuummmmpppphhhh!" Billy squealed with delight. He stared down, watching Harriet lick and suck at his peter and balls. Her face was stuffed full of his maleness.
Slowly Harriet began pushing and pulling with her index finger, working it in and out of the boy's tight asshole. She twisted it around at the same time, and worked it ever deeper. With each extra half-inch of penetration, the boy's excitement grew, until at least he was in a frenzy as she began massaging his prostate gland with her fingertip.
"Ooohhh! Ahhh, wow, what are you doin' to me? Uuunnnggghhh, it feels good!"
Harriet worked her fingers fast and furious down between her legs while she sucked the boy and played with his butt. Waves of pleasure wafted up from her pussy, moving through her entire body. She felt weak-then exhilarated. She lost all control of her body.
Billy gasped, then his eyes opened wide and his whole body stiffened. He stared down at Harriet with a beautiful expression of disbelief on his face. "Ooohhh! Ahhh, no! It's buildin' up! I'm gettin' ready to-OOOHHH-IT'S CUMMING! AAARRRGGGHHH!!!"
The boy's cock swelled up bigger than ever in her mouth, and Harriet felt it pulse hot and hard against her tongue, then jerk in spasms. She could actually feel the sperm moving up through his jerking shaft, then suddenly he was exploding in her mouth.
"Uuuunnnngggghhhh! Ohhhhh, it feels good! AAAGGGHHH!" Moaning, then gasping, Billy began bucking his hips, pulling his balls out of Harriet's mouth with a loud plop. His emptying testicles slapped against her chin again and again as he drove his spewing peter in and out of her wildly sucking mouth.
Harriet closed her eyes and moaned while she sucked, giving herself in completely to the beautiful sensations shooting up from between her legs where her fingers were massaging up a storm. She moaned in ecstasy, and drove her index clear up inside Billy's butt as far as it would go.
Billy squirmed uncontrollably, caught between her finger up his butt and her mouth around his prick. With each backward lunge he made, his ass embedded itself on her finger. With each forward plunge, his hard, quivering pole thrust its way completely down inside her throat and shot out another glob of semen. She sucked him until there was no more semen to be had and forced him to push her head away.
"Ahhhhh, Jeez, what a suck," Billy exclaimed. "That was b-beautiful." He pulled her finger out of his ass and fell back against the wall, looking down at his drained erection as it throbbed wet and slippery-looking down between his legs. His balls almost ached from the tongue job she had given him.
Harriet rose slowly, pulling her fingers from between her legs and pushing her short dress down. In spite of her resentment at being forced to suck off the young boy, she could not hold back a smile when she saw the exhausted expression on his face. He was too tired to even pull up his pants. She did it for him, jerking up his underpants around his waist to hide his drained erection, then yanking up his pants and fastening them.
They had scarcely set back to work when the door swung open and Bob Hartman stuck in his head. "Harriet, could you come out and lend us a hand? We're swamped out here."
Harriet nodded, wiped her hands on a dish-towel, and headed out into the dining room.
"You take that section of room over there," Bob Hartman said. "Go to it, baby!" He handed her a pad of blank order forms and sent her to work with a sharp slap on the butt.
A good dozen of the truck drivers who had been present when Harriet had been labeled as a cock-sucker were still present. They eyed her with evil grins as she moved from table to table, taking orders, then began delivering trays of food. Time and time again, she was forced to slap away a hand which strayed over to land on her leg, or even to slide up under the back of her dress and touch her naked butt.
Sally worked busily in the section of the restaurant next to Harriet's. As Harriet scooped up the first of her tips, Sally nudged her elbow. "Stick it in your pocket," she said, "and watch me when I collect my bill at this next table."
Harriet watched carefully out of the corner of her eye, and saw Sally collect for the bills of four truckers sitting together next to a window. What Sally did next was so smoothly executed that even Harriet had difficulty spotting it, and she knew what she was looking for. On her way to the counter to deposit the receipts and the cash, she deftly slipped one of the bills and the money she had received to pay it into her pocket. On her way back to the table to give the other three truckers their change, Sally threw Harriet a wink.
Harriet worked on in a frenzy, trying to keep up with the procession of truckers who came and went. She caught Sally in the act of slipping the cash for several more meals into her pocket as the evening wore on, and she studied the way Sally wiggled her butt, or even bent over to expose part of her panty-less buttocks to drive the truck drivers wild and increase the size of the tips they left. Looking around the room, Harriet saw that all the other waitresses were doing exactly the same thing. They even allowed the truck drivers' hands to wander up inside their dresses and stay there long enough so that the men could really get a good feel.
Sally moved past Harriet on her way to the counter with an order. "Come on, Harriet," she whispered. "Get with it. The other girls are startin' to talk about you."
Harriet, feeling slightly ridiculous, obliged by proceeding to wriggle her ass as she made her way in and out of the tables. The effect her ass-wiggling had, however, was amazing. The men gaped at her rear end until their eyes seemed to pop out of their heads, and they nudged one another and made coarse remarks. The tips Harriet was receiving went up immediately, but so did the activity of the straying hands that found their way up inside her dress.
Harriet shivered with disgust each time one of the big drivers laid his hands upon her, but somehow she was able to endure their pawing and managed to slip away before any of them could get their hands far enough up her dress to actually feel up her cunt.
"Hey, honey, how about going out in back with me for awhile?"
"Come on, sweetie, I hear you like to suck cock. I've got a nice big one for you."
Harriet could scarcely believe how vulgar the men could become. Her nerves began wearing thinner and thinner. The noise and the confusion, and the relentless attack by pawing hands on her legs made her want to cry. It seemed to Harriet that if one more man slipped his hand up her dress to feel up her ass, she would scream.
Apparently the expression on her face was a dead giveaway as to how she was feeling, because Sally seemed to grow more and more concerned as she watched Harriet work.
"Calm down, honey," Sally whispered. "Relax. Your shift's almost over. It's ten till three."
"If one more man touches me, I think I'll explode," Harriet said.
A brawny truck driver pushed back of her on his way to the rear of the restaurant, and he pushed his hand right up the back of Harriet's dress as he passed and felt up her ass. "Nice," he said.
Harriet grit her teeth and shivered with rage as he passed on by, followed by one of the other waitresses.
"I can't stand anymore!" Harriet moaned. Sally shrugged. "Remember what I told you, kid. Get out while you can."
"Quit?" Harriet asked.
Another truck driver got up and walked between her and Sally, on his way to the rear of the building.
Sally nodded toward the truck driver as he walked down the dark hallway through which Sally had led Harriet to get dressed earlier in the evening..
"What?" Harriet asked. So a truck driver had got up to go to the restroom. What was the big deal?
Another waitress headed toward the rear of the building, and disappeared down the dark hallway.
"Ohhh, I'm beat," Harriet said. "Listen," Sally said. "Don't you see what's going on?"
Harriet stared at Sally curiously. She was growing tired of this guessing game. All she wanted was for the clock to turn to three o'clock so she could get out of the stale cigarette smoke and the noise and be with Joe.
"I'm tellin' you you'd better leave while you can," Sally said. She started to say more, but then Bob Hartman was heading toward them with a frown on his face. "Problems?" he asked, moving up before Sally could utter another word.
Sally shook her head and grinned. "Our new friend is beat," she said. "Why don't you let her off early?"
Bob smiled. "O.K., Harriet. Take the rest of the evening off."
Harriet breathed a sigh of relief. Actually she had only five more minutes to work, but the thought of even thirty seconds more amidst the groping hands and the noise and the smoke was almost more than she could endure. She nodded, and headed for the back of the restaurant to change into her street clothes.
Passing along the corridor to the room where she had left her clothing, she noticed that three of the doors to the little bedrooms along the sides were closed.
She heard a low grunting noise coming from behind one of the doors as she hurried on past, anxious to get dressed and get out into the fresh night air. She unfastened her dress and pulled it off her head, then picked up her clothing. Standing there stark naked, she heard heavy footsteps moving up the hallway toward her. . Harriet moved toward the door to slam it shut, but suddenly, before she could reach it, a big truck driver was pushing his way in. His eyes opened wide when he saw Harriet standing there nude, her breasts swelling up in the air, her dark patch of cunny hair gleaming in the light of the room.
"G-get out!" she ordered.
The truck driver pushed his way in and grabbed her. His hands were all over her in an instant and he was planting hard kisses all over her lips. "Come on, honey, give me a little!"
"No! Leave me alone!" Harriet struck out at the big man with her fists and kicked his shins with her feet.
The big man thrust a calloused hand down between her legs and wedged a thick finger up inside her cunt. "Let's go into one of the bedrooms, babe. I'll make it worth your while!"
"Let me go!" Harriet screamed and flailed at the big man with her fists.
The man's index finger forced its way clear up inside Harriet's pussy tube and he began twisting it around savagely.
"I said-let me go! I MEAN IT!!!" Harriet brought up her knee hard right into the man's crotch. He stumbled back, doubling up in pain. Harriet quickly pulled her dress over her head and, not even bothering to pull on her panties, ran out of the room and down the hallway, her heart pounding.
CHAPTER SIX
To Harriet's dismay, Joe was not waiting in the parking lot. She lit up a cigarette and leaned against the building while she waited for him to arrive. Two truck drivers, walking around their semi to inspect the wheels, glanced over at her, then grinned at one another. Harriet braced herself as they moved in her direction.
The headlights of a car came down the highway. Harriet held her breath, praying it was Joe, but the car zoomed right on past. The two truck drivers were upon her now.
"Hey, sweetie, whatcha doin'?"
Harriet turned away from the men, hoping that ignoring them would make them go away. She was not to be so lucky.
"Come on over behind the truck with us, honey."
Harriet turned and threw the men a burning gaze. "I'm waitin' for my boyfriend," she said.
"Yeah, sure baby, but while you're waitin'..." One of the drivers reached out and grabbed Harriet's arms.
"Let me go!" Harriet wrenched her arm free and edged away along the side of the building. Another set of headlights appeared on the highway. This time the car slowed down, and to her relief, turned off into the parking lot, its light illuminating her and the two drivers.
Joe Billings pulled his car to a halt with a screech, kicking up gravel, and leaned his head out the window and grinned. "Harriet?"
The two truck drivers backed away still grinning, and Harriet ran for the car, her heart pounding as she slid in onto the seat beside Joe and clung to him desperately.
"Take me home," she said. "This place is a jungle. All anyone thinks about around here is sex."
Joe headed the car back out onto the highway and steered it down the road toward town. "What's the matter, honey?"
"It's terrible," Harriet said. "You wouldn't believe the things that go on in there."
"You know?" Joe asked, dropping his hand down and running it up her leg.
"I know that those truck drivers in there can't keep their hands off me. You should have seen them, Joe. They stick their hands right up inside my dress."
"I know, baby. Stick with it, you'll get used to Harriet stiffened as his hand reached her cunt. He muttered with surprise when his fingers touched bare cunt hair, but said nothing about the fact that she no longer had on her panties.
"I was hoping you'd be mad," Harriet said. "Do you like the idea of guys touchin' me like that?"
"I don't have any hold on you, Harriet. I've already told you that. I'm not ready to settle down, so I can't make any claims on you."
"You'd let me have sex with another man?"
Joe shrugged. "Let's not talk about it, honey, and, speaking of sex, I've been thinking about what you did to me in the car ever since I dropped you off."
Harriet blushed. "You didn't give me much choice," she said.
"I want you to do it with me again."
"All right," she answered, surprising even herself. "I don't want to spend the night alone. If you'll come home with me, I'll do it to you. The house is so lonely when Daddy's on the road that I can't stand it."
"You're askin' me to go to bed with you?"
Harriet's blush deepened. "Y-yes, but all I'm going to do is suck your dick."
Joe grinned at her. "Sure, baby, sure." He wedged his index finger down inside her cunt-slit and began twisting it around and working it in and out.
"Ohhh, Joe, I'm so tired." Harriet leaned back and closed her eyes, sighing wearily.
"Hey, baby, don't fizzle out on me now, not after what you just promised me."
"I won't," she promised. "I want to suck you." To her surprise, it was true. After being pawed all night by strangers, and being forced to suck on Billy's cock, she wanted nothing more than to curl up with the man she loved. Her taking Joe's penis in her mouth would be the act to make that coupling complete. Looking down, she could see Joe's cock already growing hard in his pants in the light from the dashboard. She knew he was excited by her offer to let him spend the night with her. Her only problem would be controlling him and trying to keep him from doing anything more than just inserting his hard prick in her mouth.
That, indeed, proved to be a problem. Once Joe was stripped down naked with her on the bed, it was all she could do to keep him from climbing atop her and forcing his pulsing erection down inside her cunny.
"P-please, Harriet? I'll be gentle. I promise it won't hurt."
"No, Joe. Remember, you promised not to force me to do that. L-let me suck you." She struggled to make her way down the bed to his groin. She ran her hands up and down Joe's long, hair covered legs, and watched his hard, red prick pulse violently over his bulbous, sperm-filled balls.
"Ohhh, yeah! Suck me, baby!" Joe urged, staring down. He gasped as he watched her grasp his cock with her fingers, pull down his foreskin off his cockhead, and move her face downward.
"I w-want you to cum in my mouth, just like you did in the car," Harriet said, looking up into his eyes.
Joe grinned as though to think of doing anything less would be absurd. "Suck it, honey! Take it in your mouth and lick it like an ice-cream cone."
Harriet turned her face back to his throbbing cock and her tongue moved out, pressing down firmly against the base of his prick. She drew it up the underneath side of his quivering peter-pole, making him writhe with delight on the bed.
"Ohhh, honey! Aaaggghhh!" Joe moaned with pleasure and he stared down fascinated while she slowly began working over every inch of his excited, rock-hard organ with her tongue.
First Harriet licked up and down the sensitive underneath side of his cock, then wrapped her tongue around his cockhead until he squealed with pleasure. He moaned loudly as she forced the tip of her tongue right down inside his piss-slit. Holding his cock upright with her fingers, she proceeded to lick the topside of it, until she was back down at his manroot and nuzzling her lips in his dark, curly pubic hairs.
"Suck me!" Joe pleaded. She was driving him mad with her teasing tongue.
Harriet attacked his balls. She drew his right testicle into her mouth and licked and sucked it, then let it fall free and drew in his left. Then she released it as well. Joe's cock was now harder than ever, and it gleamed in the bedroom light. It was completely wet and slippery from her saliva.
Harriet laughed as Joe reached down desperately, grabbed her head, and forced it down toward his cockhead. She opened her mouth willingly, and let him force her face down on his steaming manhood tool. His pulsing, oozing cock was suddenly sliding down inside her throat, filling up her mouth completely.
"Ooohhh! Ahhh, Jeez!" Joe squirmed naked on the bed, grinding his butt down onto the sheet. "Oh, Harriet, it feels good!"
Harriet bobbed her head up and down. She squeezed her lips tight against Joe's quivering rod, pulling his peter-skin up and down on his cock. At the same time, her tongue lapped out at the cock that filled her mouth, working it over with a bath of hot saliva as it slid in and out.
"Ungh! Ungh! Ooohhh!" Joe threw his head back onto the pillow and closed his eyes. He gave himself in completely to the delightful sensations shooting through his sucked-off peter. Harriet was licking it all over, and her lips were pushing and pulling at his skin faster and faster with each passing second. "Aaaggghhh!" He gasped. She was sucking him. She had set up a powerful vacuum with her mouth, and the vacuum was pulling hard at every cubic inch of his hot, throbbing pecker. "Mmmnnn! Uuummmnnn!" Harriet moaned happily as she worked her tongue and mouth in unison, and sucked up a storm on her boyfriend's vibrant rod. She could not get enough of it. Perhaps it was the distaste she had experienced at being forced to suck on Billy's tool which made her so eager to suck on the tool of the man she loved. Whatever the reason, she did not hold back, but attacked his cock vigorously with her mouth, sucking on it as hard as possible.
"Nnngggppphhh! Ohhh, God!" Joe raised his head and stared down, scarcely able to believe how good it felt. He began moving his hips, making his wet, slippery peter slide in and out of her mouth.
Harriet pushed his legs farther apart with her hands. Reaching up with her left hand, she grasped his balls and began fondling them. Her other hand moved up and down his legs, caressing every part of his long, hairy limbs.
Joe bucked faster. He thrust his hips up and down until he was literally bouncing on the bed. His balls bounced with him, slapping against Harriet's fingers again and again. His cock grew longer and stiffer, and swelled up thicker than ever.
His cock jerked, then out trickled a big stringy emission of sticky pre-seminal fluid, coating Harriet's tongue. She licked harder, and squeezed at his cock with her lips. Bobbing her head as fast as she could, she sucked harder than ever, pulling up a steady surge of his sticky cockfluids.
"Uuunnnggghhh! Ohhh, shit, it's b-buildin' up!
Aaaggghhh!" Joe arched his butt up off the bed and strained every muscle in his body in a futile attempt to hold back his damned-up semen.
Harriet sucked yet harder. She was determined to make his jism come shooting out in her mouth. It was almost as though she thought his creamy offering would disinfect her mouth from the semen which Billy had shot between her lips.
"Uuuummmmpppphhhh! OOOOOOHHHHHH! A AAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!"
Joe bucked his hips wildly and gasped with delight. His prick swelled up so big that Harriet could scarcely take it down inside her throat- then it exploded. It jerked violently, and the muscles in his stem milked up spurt after spurt of hot male jism, shooting it up and out his cock-slit into the dark, wet recesses of Harriet's mouth and throat.
"Mmmppphhh! Uuummnnn!" Harriet moaned desperately as she sucked and sucked, creating a vacuum that pulled up his semen in spurt after spurt. Her tongue was coated with his sticky offering. It splatted up against the roof of her mouth and dripped down in sticky strands. Her mouth filled up with his hot, thick semen until it could hold no more, and his jism ran out the corners of her mouth and trickled down her chin.
Joe fell back down onto the bed, gasping in an agony of half-pleasure, half-torture. He writhed desperately and his legs trembled with excitement. At last his body gave a final shudder of excitement, and he reached down and pushed at Harriet's head, trying to force her mouth up off his prick.
Reluctantly, Harriet allowed him to force her lips up to the head of his drained, throbbing stem, then opened her mouth and released his cock, letting it slap down hard and wet against his belly. She swallowed his jism as though she were taking communion.
"Ahhh, Harriet! What a blow-job!" Joe stared down at her wearily, his eyes glazed over, his breath coming in heavy pants.
Still holding his balls in one hand, Harriet jostled them around, and brought her other hand up to his prick. Grasping it and squeezing, she began gently frigging him off.
Joe moaned in protest, but did not make her stop. His quivering cock was as long and as stiff as ever. It pulsed violently as she worked the loose outer skin up and down over his prickhead. The piss-slit in the end of his dick opened and closed in rhythm to the rise and fall of her hand, and sticky pre-seminal fluids began oozing out onto his cockhead once again.
"Ahhh, baby, I wanna fuck you!"
Harriet squeezed and pulled at his dick. "No, Joe. Remember, you promised."
"I can't help it," he said, desperately. He raised up and pulled her hand off his cock and forced her down onto the bed. Climbing atop her, he spread her legs and grabbed his cock, aiming it down at her splayed open snatch.
"NO!!! Joe! Stop it!"
"I gotta fuck you, Harriet!" Joe pleaded. "I'm so horny I can't stand it!"
Harriet struggled violently, pushing up at him to force him off her body. In spite of her efforts to shove him away, the weight of his body came crushing down inch by inch. The head of his throbbing pecker wedged itself right inside the entrance of her steaming cunt, spreading apart her sensitive pussy lips.
"Ohhhhh, God! Stop it, Joe! Ohhhhh, please!" Harriet fought like a mad-woman. She pushed with all her might at Joe's chest, and somehow she managed to pull her legs tightly together, squeezing the entrance to her cunt tightly closed and forcing his dickhead up and out of her.
Joe moaned with despair, but climbed off her and fell down onto the bed, his cock so hard and red with excitement that it was all but ready to spurt out a second offering of creamy jism of its own accord.
"I-I'll suck you off again," she offered.
"Don't bother," Joe pouted, acting like a sullen little boy. "I might as well bring myself off with my hand. You dirty little bitch. You lead me on, then all the sudden you don't want to do it."
Harriet's eyes were wide with disbelief. "Don't talk that way, Joe. You knew I didn't want to do that. I told you before we started that I was just going to suck you."
"And after I got that job for you, too," Joe said, reminding her that he had done her a favor.
"Well I'm not so sure I should be grateful to you for that," Harriet said, turning her head away from him. She was suddenly angry at him, simply because he was angry at her. "Maybe I'll even end up hating you for it."
Joe grasped her head and forced her chin around so she was looking at him. "What do you mean?"
"Stop it, Joe! You're hurting me!"
"I want to know what you meant by that."
"I-I mean the way those guys keep pawing me. I'm not an animal. And you don't even care. If Daddy could see the way they put their hands all over me, he'd kill them. And that's another thing. Why didn't you want me to tell him that I was going to work there?"
"Because it's none of his damned business what you do!" Joe said.
Harriet's eyes softened. "Come on, Joe," she said. "Let's not fight. I'm sorry I wouldn't let you stick it in me, b-but I'm not ready yet."
Joe frowned. "You've got to grow up sometime. Harriet."
Harriet swallowed, ashamed that she had become angry, but still resentful of the way Joe was treating her. "Because I wouldn't let you fuck me?"
"That, and the way you're talking about your job," Joe said.
"I can't help it, Joe. There's something wrong about that place, and then there's what Sally said."
"What did Sally say?" Joe asked, his eyes hard.
"She told me I should g-get out of there while I can."
Joe fell back on the bed beside her and stared up at the ceiling with a cold, hard expression on his face.
"She was trying to warn me about something, Joe, but she never got a chance. The boss came up and she had to shut up before she could tell me."
Joe said nothing, but he was clenching his fists and seemed almost to be trembling with rage.
Harriet stared at him. "Joe? What's wrong?"
"What else did Sally say?" Joe asked coldly.
"N-nothing? She never got a chance. She just told me that if I knew what was good for me, I'd get out of there and never come back. Right when she was about to tell me why, the boss came up."
Joe mumbled something unintelligible, then said, "I think I'd better go in there with you tomorrow and have a little talk with your boss."
"J-Joe, I don't want to cause any trouble."
"Turn out the light and let's get some sleep," Joe said, his voice still hard.
"Don't you want me to suck you off?"
"You can suck me off in the dark," Joe said. "Now turn off the light, I want to do some thinking."
Harriet reached over and switched off her bed-lamp, and they were suddenly smothered in darkness. She moved down the bed in the blackness, reached out, and located Joe with her hands. Running her fingers up and down his legs and belly, she knelt forward and pushed down her face until her lips were pressed against his erection. She opened her mouth and pushed it down over his bulbous cockhead. He was half soft now, but in a few seconds her lapping tongue had his prick straining up over his balls in rock hardness.
Joe moaned softly in the dark as she worked over his prick and balls with her mouth. Except for his moans, and the steady slurping of Harriet's tongue, there was only silence.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"I don't know, Joe," Harriet said. "I don't think I want you to go in. I don't want to start trouble over nothing."
Joe pulled his hand out from Harriet's dress and licked his fingers. "Don't be silly," he said. "You were all worried about something last night, and I'm going to find out what."
"But I don't know that there is anything. All I know is that Sally was trying to warn me about something and-"
"And I'm going to find out just what she was trying to warn you about," Joe said, climbing out of the car. He walked around to Harriet's side, stretching and inhaling deeply of the cool evening air.
Harriet waited a minute, thinking he was going to open her car door, then, when she saw he wasn't, she climbed out to join him.
"Please, Joe? Forget it?"
Joe took her arm and pulled her along with him toward the restaurant. "Now you just go in and change clothes and start in working," he said. "I'll hang around and have a look at what goes on."
"Wh-what are you going to do?"
"I'm going to have a little talk with Sally."
Harriet was confused. Somehow things were becoming more and more complicated. She was beginning to have second thoughts about her waitress job, in spite of the difficulty Joe had faced in getting it for her. And that was another thing. How had he gotten it for her? He had never explained that.
"Now you stop worrying," Joe said, squeezing her arm. He pushed her in the direction of the hallway which led to the rear of the building and smacked her playfully on the butt. "Go change."
Harriet headed down the darkened corridor, trying to sort things out in her mind. One of the doors to the little bedrooms was closed again. She heard low moans coming from the other side of it as she passed. She hurried on by, an uneasy feeling balling up in her stomach.
By the time Harriet got back to the dining area, Joe was at the counter, leaning over, talking intently to Bob Hartman. Harriet hurried on by them, then saw Sally in a corner of the restaurant, her forehead drawn up in a worried frown. Harriet went over to her side.
"Better get to work," Sally warned her. "That's one of the bosses who runs this place. He doesn't like to see us waitresses talkin' to one another."
Harriet stared at Sally with a puzzled look.
"Why did you come back?" Sally whispered. "Don't you know what's going on yet?"
Harriet stared over at the counter. "Where is he?" she asked, her frown deepening.
"That man talkin' to Bob," Sally whispered. "Now get back to your tables, Harriet."
"I-I don't understand," Harriet said. "That's my boyfriend. He's the one that got me my job here."
Sally froze in place and her eyes went wide. "H-he's your boyfriend?" Harriet nodded.
"Oh, my God!" Sally's face went white. "You didn't tell him anything about what I said to you last night?"
Before Harriet could answer, Bob Hartman was walking over to them. He smiled-a hard, cruel smile. "Sally," he said, his voice full of ice, "why don't you come out in back with me for a few minutes? I want to have a little talk with you."
Harriet stared at Bob Hartman, then at Sally. Sally's face was ashen white and her eyes were wide. She was trembling so hard she was actually shaking. Bob Hartman grabbed her arm and led her off like a lamb to slaughter. He turned his head as they walked away, and said, "Why don't you go out in the kitchen and help Billy, Harriet. I'll be back in a few minutes."
Harriet turned to look at Joe. When Joe nodded she moved dumbly off toward the kitchen, her senses stunned. The whole thing was becoming too much for her. She resolved that this would be her final night here at the restaurant. Somehow she would force herself to see it through till three o'clock in the morning, but that would be the end of it. She would never set foot in this place again. She wished it was Friday night so her father would be back from his haul on the open road so she could tell him everything.
Billy looked up and grinned from over the pot of chili he was stirring on the stove. "I was hopin' they'd send you back in here tonight," he said. "I'm so horny I can't stand it. I want you to suck me again."
"I'm not going to suck you, Billy," Harriet said firmly, "so you might as well forget it."
"Oh, you're going to suck me, all right, and you're going to let me fuck you, too."
Harriet stared at him coldly. "Why should I?" she asked.
"Same reason as last night," he said, sure of himself. "If you don't, I got to go out there and tell 'em you did!"
"That won't work tonight," Harriet said. "I don't care what you tell them."
Billy's eyes went wide.
"You're just a little punk," Harriet said bitterly, remembering how he had blackmailed her into sucking his cock. "Just the idea of sucking your dick makes me want to puke."
Billy's eyes squinted up and a sneer appeared on his lips. "Look who's talkin'," he growled. "All you are is a fuckin' whore! That's all any of you waitresses are! You'd spread your legs for fifty cents, but you treat me like I'm dirt! I'll teach you-"
Billy snatched up a butcher knife from a table and headed toward Harriet, backing her into a wall. Harriet's eyes were wide with fear. She stared down at the flashing steel blade of the knife, gasping. "B-Billy! N-no! I didn't mean it."
"Get undressed!" he ordered, waving the knife threateningly.
"No Billy! Bob will be coming in here in a few minutes. Put the knife down."
"I said take off the dress," Billy growled. "I'm gettin' tired of everyone around here treating me like scum."
"But Mr. Hartman will be coming in here in-"
"You dirty liar. I don't believe you. Take it off!"
He waved the blade of the knife within an inch of her face. Harriet gasped, then reached for her zipper. She had no choice. The boy was so enraged at what she had said that he seemed willing to kill for it if she didn't obey.
Billy gasped as she pulled her dress over her head. Removing that single garment left her completely naked, except for her shoes, since she wasn't wearing a bra or panties. Staring down, Harriet saw a huge bulge in the front of the boy's pants. He already had a hard-on.
Billy reached down, unfastened his pants, and shoved them down. He pushed his underpants down on top of them, letting his hard prick spring into view over his boyish balls.
"Get down on your knees and suck it!" he ordered..
Harriet dropped down trembling, never removing her eyes from the sight of the wicked blade being brandished before her face. Once on her knees, it was Billy's quivering hard-on which was waving in front of her eyes instead of the knife.
He grabbed her hair. "Suck it," he growled, pulling her face forward.
Harriet opened her mouth and pushed her lips over the boy's surging rod. His hot boy meat sank deep into her throat as he pushed, his hips forward, forcing his dick into her mouth in one quick thrust. Harriet's mouth closed around his stiff pole. She began sucking and licking, afraid to disobey for fear of her life.
Billy began moving his hips, thrusting his swollen penis in and out. Harriet licked and sucked harder, anxious to please him. The knife he was holding over her head was a constant reminder that if she failed to calm him down the risk that she might die was quite real.
"Ooohhh! Agghhh, yeah!" Billy moaned with pleasure, but he kept his eyes wide open, watching her every move. "Uuummmppphhh! Harder! Suck me, you whore!"
Harriet sucked cock like her life depended on it, because it did. She pushed and pulled with her lips, forcing the boy's foreskin to slide up and down over his throbbing cockhead. Her tongue lapped up and down and all around, licking at every square inch of hot boy meat. At the same time, her mouth set up a powerful suction, pulling hard at his tool till he moaned in ecstasy.
"P-play with yourself while you do it to me," Billy ordered, "like you did last night."
Harriet thrust her hand down between her legs, desperate to please him. She forced her index finger up inside her cunny and began working it in and out. Her other hand moved out and traced up Billy's legs, then found his balls and began fondling them.
"Ooohhh! Ahhh, Jeez! I'm gonna cum!" Billy groaned loudly and bucked his hips faster. His huge hard-on slid in and out of Harriet's lips again and again. The piss slit in the end of it opened and closed, milking forth tiny spurts of sticky cockfluids. "Uuuunnnngggghhhh! Ungh! Ungh!"
Harriet licked as hard as she could. She drew her hot tongue up and down the sensitive underneath side of the boy's prick. Her mouth sucked so hard that his pre-seminal fluids came shooting up in spurts, making his hard-on jerk in spasms inside her mouth and throat. She bobbed her head, forcing her lips to slide up and down, and she squeezed his balls gently, feeling the hard, nutty interiors moving in his sacs.
"It's b-buildin' up! Oooohhhh!" Billy strained every muscle in his body. He fought valiantly to hold back his churning load. His ass-cheeks squeezed tightly together. His leg muscles were so tightly strained that they quivered.
"Mmmpphh! Uuummmnnn! Mmmnn!" Harriet moaned as she blew him, not because she was enjoying the act. She would have enjoyed it under different circumstances, like she had enjoyed sucking Joe's prick the night before. Being forced to suck the boy's cock, however, ruined the pleasure of it for her. What she was moaning about were the beautiful sensations shooting through her pussy. Her cunt-frigging finger was driving her wild. The delightful sensations were building up higher and higher until her whole body was shaking with delight.
"Aaaggghhh!" Billy stiffened up completely. His eyes went wide and he stared down in utter disbelief at Harriet's head bobbing up and down on his quivering rod. "It's c-cummin'! Ooohhh! AAARRRGGGHHH!!!" Billy gasped, then his whole body broke loose, shaking in a series of violent spasms. His cock gave a mighty throb in Harriet's mouth, then convulsed in a series of spasms of its own. She felt every single inch of it quivering hard in her mouth and throat. She felt his load of jism shooting up inside it as she worked her tongue up and down its length. His hot sperm spurted up in gigantic surges, shot out his piss slit, and splattered over Harriet's tongue. Big gobs of it struck the roof of her mouth and spilled backward, drenching her throat. Her entire mouth was filled with his creamy offering.
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Billy closed his eyes and bucked his hips quietly, working his spewing peter in and out of her mouth. He continued driving his cock home until it gave one final jerk, shooting out the last of his semen.
"Mmmppphhh! Uuummmnnn!" Harriet's eyes were tightly closed. Her mind was spinning dizzily as her own orgasm tore through her body. It seemed like a cancerous pleasure was shooting out from its point of origin between her legs and overpowering her body. She could scarcely believe how good it felt.
"Aaahhh!" Billy collapsed, squeezing his legs together around Harriet's head, then he drew back, withdrawing his drained pecker from her sucking mouth. She opened her lips, releasing it completely, and a strand of sticky semen strung down from her mouth, draping her chin and dangling in mid-air.
Billy grasped Harriet by the shoulders and pulled her up. He stared down between them, watching his still-stiff prick jerking in front of Harriet's bushy cunt. Pushing forward, he rubbed his sticky cockhead back and forth in her pussy hairs.
"Ohhh, no! P-please, Billy, not that!"
Billy's lips drew up in a tight, cold smile. "I'm gonna fuck you," he said, bringing the knife forward again to remind her that he was in complete control.
"Oh, God!" Harriet's eyes filled with tears. Billy continued rubbing his oozing cock back and forth between her legs, thrusting every once in a while to force the very tip of it into her slit, yet not quite penetrating her. He seemed to be taking delight in her panic at the thought of being fucked.
"Haven't you ever done it with a man before?" he asked incredulously.
She shook her head negatively, the tears spilling from her eyes and running down her cheeks.
"Oh, fuck! That's too much!" Billy threw back his head and guffawed. "What are you doin' in a place like this?"
Harriet hung her head with embarrassment, but then she saw his hard on probing at her virgin entranceway. With each forward thrust of his hips, his hot, throbbing cockhead forced its way a little deeper into her tight cuntal opening.
"Please, Billy, don't do it!" Harriet pleaded with the boy. She sobbed for mercy.
It was no use. Billy only laughed at her. Pulling his hips back, he prepared for the big plunge that would send his cockhead shooting straight up inside her cunt. Harriet closed her eyes and trembled, waiting for the horrible ripping apart of her virginity.
"What the hell!"
Bob Hartman had burst through the kitchen door and was staring with unbelieving eyes at the sight before him. Billy and Harriet were standing right before his eyes, and it was obvious by the knife in Billy's hand what was happening. Harriet was stark naked and crying with shame. Billy was shaking with excitement, his pants and briefs down around his ankles, on the verge of driving his hard-on into the depths of Harriet's cunt.
Billy spun around, his mouth dropping open with surprise. "Mr. H-Hartman!"
"You little bastard!" Bob Hartman exploded. "What do you think you're doing?"
Billy moved away from Harriet, backing away from his boss. "Please, Mr. Hartman, I can explain. She made me do it. She begged me. I tried to hold her off with the knife, but she raped me."
"You filthy liar!" Bob roared. He moved forward toward the boy, backing him across the room.
"N-no! Stay away!" Billy held the knife up menacingly.
"Put that down, Billy!"
Billy continued moving back, waving the knife up toward his boss. "Stay back, Mr. Hartman! I-I didn't mean to do it! It just happened!"
"I'm gonna kill you for this, Billy!"
"No!" Billy took one more step back, but his pants around his ankles caught in his feet. He stumbled, then fell backward, dropping the knife and waving his hands to try to catch his balance.
Bob Hartman leaped upon him, pinning him down to the floor and kicking the knife away. He got up, pulling Billy to his feet by the shirt collar, and held him out at arm's length like a dirty, wretched dog. He glared down at the boy's quivering hard-on.
"Please, Mr. Hartman! Let me go!"
Harriet stood like a frozen statue, naked, her face white with fear. She watched as Bob Hartman threw Billy violently clear across the room, then ran over and pulled him up by the hair and brought up a knee solidly right into the boy's chin.
Billy gasped, his eyes going wide, then collapsed limply to the floor. Bob released Billy's hair, letting the boy's unconscious face smack hard onto the floor. He turned toward Harriet.
"Get on your dress, you filthy cunt!"
Harriet stared at her boss with wide, unbelieving eyes. She could scarcely believe he was really talking to her like this. When he saw she was hesitating, Bob Hartman took a menacing step toward her.
Harriet grabbed for her dress, shaking with fear.
"I'll teach you to fuck off on my time," Bob Hartman said, "both of you. When I get through with you, you'll wish that slit between your legs didn't exist. You'll wish you were dead."
Bob's eyes gleamed victoriously, as though he were almost pleased with the turn of events. For the first time Harriet saw the lines of cruelty marking the man's cold face. He was actually enjoying this.
For the first time, Harriet was glad that Joe had insisted on coming with her. She only prayed that he was still outside-that he hadn't left.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The restaurant was swarming with truck drivers when Bob Hartman pushed Harriet out the kitchen door and into the dining room. Harriet stared around frantically, trying to locate her boyfriend, but Joe was nowhere to be seen. A few truck drivers looked up and grinned, nudging each other with their elbows when they saw her, but before Harriet could even think, she was being pulled off down the dark hallway by Bob. He wrenched open one of the little bedroom doors, shoved her inside.
"All right," he said, moving in behind her and slamming the door, "now you can take it off."
Harriet stared at him dumbly, her heart pounding.
"The dress," he said, snapping his fingers. "Off with it."
Harriet had just put it on. She could scarcely believe this.
Bob made a fist of his right hand, and smacked it down hard into his left hand. "You'd better do as I say," he warned.
Harriet obeyed, trembling with fear. The whole situation seemed to be so unreal as to be absurd. She scarcely knew what she was even doing. She pulled her dress up over her head, exposing her nakedness completely to Bob Hartman's eyes. He grinned at her and pointed down to her shoes. Harriet removed those too, and when Bob held out his hands, she handed him all her clothing.
"I'll just take these to make sure you don't try to take off on me," Bob said. "And don't get any ideas about trying to sneak in to get your street clothes. I've got those too." He started out the door.
"W-wait," Harriet said, trembling. Her breasts shook and she sat down on the bed, hunching up to hide as much of her nakedness as possible. "Don't leave me like this."
Bob grinned. "I have to go take care of Billy," he said. "Then I'll come back and take care of you."
"I w-want to go home."
"You're going to be here for a long time, Harriet. Get used to this bedroom. This is your new home."
Harriet's eyes went wide. Her mouth fell open, and she tried to speak, but no words would come out. She was still stammering when Bob Hartman slammed the door, leaving her in darkness. She fell naked onto the bed, sobbing with self pity.
Harriet's only hope lay in Joe. At least he knew where she was. When he came in to pick her up at three o'clock, if they didn't let her go, he would ask where she was-and Harriet knew that Joe was not the type to be put off with vague shrugs and no answers. He would tear the place apart till he found her.
Harriet raised her head and listened intently. She heard a sob coming from the neighboring room. It was a girl, crying. Then, from the end of the hall, she heard men's voices and the sound of something being dragged on the floor past her door. She knew it was Billy. They were dragging him in from the kitchen. The door to the neighboring room where she had heard the sobs opened, and she heard Billy being dragged inside. There was the sound of a woman's voice, and Harriet stiffened. It was Sally who was in that bedroom crying.
Harriet got up and moved to the wall, pressing her ear against it, trying to hear. She could hear Sally's voice, pleading. Unable to recognize what she was saying, Harriet could nevertheless tell that Sally was pleading desperately. There was a loud smack of flesh against flesh and Harriet heard Sally cry out with pain, then sob miserably. Harriet could hear the voices of two men in the room with Sally and Billy talking, but was unable to make them out.
There was a violent scuffling around, more protests from Sally, then a series of sharp slaps that left Sally moaning loudly and begging for mercy. Then, to Harriet's horror, there was utter silence. What she imagined was far worse than anything she could have ever seen or heard. She backed away from the wall, her eyes wide with fear at the deadly silence that suddenly enveloped her.
She waited trembling on her bed, hearing only an occasional moan of pleasure or a loud guffaw of delight from one of the men, then heard the door open, and footsteps coming toward her own bedroom door. Her door was wrenched open, Bob Hartman stood there grinning. He was stark naked, and his prick was hard as a rock between his legs. It stood swaying out over his balls, throbbing violently. What horrified Harriet the most, however, was that Bob's hard-on and balls were covered with wet, glistening fluid. Trickles of semen were even running down his legs.
Bob moved toward her. Harriet's heart was pounding so hard she thought it would burst. Her whole body shook with fear. He grabbed her arm and yanked her to her feet. Without so much as a single word, he pulled her out the door and down the corridor to the door of the neighboring bedroom. He laughed as he pushed her inside.
Harriet stiffened up and her face went white. The sight that confronted her was so horrible that she could only stare in a state of shock. Her legs grew weak and her stomach seemed to tighten up into a ball that was choking the life from her body.
Billy Davis lay spread-eagled on his belly on the floor, stark naked, his rectum completely exposed. It was obvious that the boy had been sodomized.
Streaks of creamy semen covered his butt. As if that weren't enough, an empty beer bottle had been jammed down inside his rectum, the neck of the bottle completely embedded in his asshole. The boy was unconscious, but the strip of adhesive tape over his mouth let Harriet know that he had been conscious during at least part of the rape of his body. Huge bruises covered his entire body, and dried blood was all over his legs and face. Even worse, with the boy's legs spread wide, Harriet could see his genitals, and she turned her head away when she saw the cigarette burns covering his prick and balls. He had been brutally tortured, then raped to unconsciousness.
What Harriet saw on the bed was almost as sickening. Sally was tied down securely, belly down, so that her ass was completely exposed and she was helpless to defend herself. A strip of adhesive tape over her mouth was holding in a violent scream of pain and terror. Her eyes were wide and staring straight at Harriet, but seemed not even to see her. It was as if Sally was in another world and had lost contact with reality.
Sally's back was covered with welts, giving testimony to a severe whipping, and eyeing the huge leather belt laying on the floor beside the bed, Harriet knew what had been used to beat her. Even Sally's legs were welted from the beating she had received. Worst of all, however, was what was sticking out of Sally's upturned butt. Jammed clear down inside her rectum and sticking out two feet into the air from her ass, was a broom handle. Harriet could scarcely believe it. A full foot of the rough splintered broom handle must be crammed up inside Sally's butthole.
Bob laughed and grabbed Harriet, forcing her to stare at the victims of his torture when she tried to turn away. "Take a good look," he ordered. "This is what happens when my people go against me."
"Ohhh, God, let me out of here!" Harriet struggled to escape, but Bob was holding her firmly in his strong masculine arms.
"Sally will never try to scare off any of my new help again," Bob said grimly, "and Billy will never try to fool around with any of my girls like he did with you. If he does, he knows what will happen. I warned him-one more time like tonight, and I cut off his balls. He knows I'll do it, too. He won't try to cross me again."
"P-please," Harriet pleaded. "Let me g-go!"
"Oh, no, Harriet," Bob said, grinning. "You're one of my people now. You're never leaving."
Harriet's eyes grew so wide that they all but bugged out of her head. She stammered, trying to speak, but no words would come.
"Look!" Bob ordered again, pushing her right up to the two naked, beaten bodies. "If you don't do everything I say, this is what will happen to you. Do you understand?"
Harriet sobbed uncontrollably. She was in the hands of a madman. Her only hope was to play along with him. She nodded her head slowly, and her eyes filled up with tears.
"Say it!" Bob ordered, wrenching her arm behind her back and twisting it till she cried out in pain.
"I'll do everything you say!" she whimpered.
Bob maintained the pressure on her arm, twisting it until she thought she would pass out in pain. "What Sally was trying to tell you," he said, "was that this place is a lot more than a restaurant for truck drivers. It's a whore-house! Do you understand what I'm saying?"
Harriet closed her eyes and uttered a low moan of despair. At last it all hit her. Suddenly all of Sally's warnings fell into place, as did all the other observations she had made since being here. She wondered how she could have been so stupid as to not realize what was going on long before this.
Bob Hartman seemed to see that she comprehended at last what was going on. He seemed amused at the shocked expression on her face. "You know what's going to be expected of you?" he asked.
Harriet nodded, bowing her head in submission.
"I've been told that you're a virgin," Bob said, "but that doesn't matter. In a few minutes, your virginity will be a thing of the past."
Harriet raised her eyes and stared hard into Bob Hartman's face. "You're forgetting one thing," she said, "my boyfriend. He brought me here, and he'll be in at three o'clock to pick me up. If you know what's good for you, you'll let me go now. He'll kill you if he finds out that-"
Bob cut her off with an impatient wave of his hand. "I'm not worried about him."
"And my father," Harriet said desperately, "he'll kill you."
"Your father doesn't even know you're here," Bob said.
Harriet stared at him. "How did you know that?"
"I make it my business to know everything about my employees," Bob said. "It doesn't matter how, but you'll find out soon enough. Now here's what I want you to do. Go back into your bedroom and wait. A man will be coming in soon, and I want you to let him do anything he wants to you. I mean anything. Do you understand?"
"N-no, not that!" Harriet knew what Bob was driving at. She was supposed to allow herself to be fucked.
Bob pointed toward Billy and Sally who lay naked and injured on the floor and bed. "You'd better do as I say, Harriet. I mean it. If you don't, this is what will happen to you."
Tears came to Harriet's eyes and she trembled so hard her naked breasts shook. "But I don't -want to be fucked."
"It doesn't matter what you want," Bob said coldly. "Now get in there, and put out if you know what's good for you."
"At least give me my clothes."
"You're not gonna be needing them," Bob said, grinning evilly. "From now on, your job is lettin' any truck driver screw you who wants to and who has twenty bucks for a piece of ass."
"B-but I'm not your slave!"
"Honey, that's exactly what you are," Bob said, "and the sooner you get used to the idea, the better. I like you. You've got class. But that stubborn streak of yours-well, you'd better learn to control it. I've had other girls like you who were so stubborn that there was only one thing left for me to do."
Harriet's eyes went wide, but Bob Hartman only laughed. "No, not that," he said. "Dope. When a girl's too hard to handle, we fill up her veins with H. So it's up to you. Either you do as you're told, or we get you so hyped up that you won't care what's happenin' to you."
He shoved Harriet out the door and down the hallway to her little bedroom. "Do you want the light on or off?" he asked.
"Off," Harriet whimpered. She sat naked and trembling on the edge of the bed as Bob closed the door, leaving her in darkness. She knew she had no choice. Her virginity was about to be lost forever. However horrible the thought, she resigned herself realistically to that fact. All that counted now was keeping him from torturing her-maybe even killing her.
Somehow she would hold out till three o'clock when Joe would come to pick her up. Surely then Joe would put up a fuss until Bob Hartman was forced to turn Harriet over.
She heard voices out in the hallway. Bob was out there, talking to her first customer-the man who was to bust her virginity with his hard, hungry prick. Harriet wondered how many truck drivers Bob Hartman would manage to parade through her little bedroom before three o'clock arrived. How many men would push their hard cocks up between her legs and ravage her virginity before Joe came to save her at last?
The door opened and a man entered, his facial features blackened out against the lights in the hallway. Even as the door closed, Harriet could hear the man's hard, excited breathing. She heard his pants' zipper descending, then the sound of his pants being pushed down his legs. There was the noise of elastic snapping, and she knew that now he was removing his only remaining item of clothing-his briefs.
The man began moving toward the bed, tripped over something, then muttered, "Damn!"
"J-Joe?" Harriet straightened up in the bed and strained her eyes, trying to make out the man in the darkness. Then the man was upon her, and pressing her back onto the bed, running his rough fingers over her exposed tits and driving his index finger up inside her cunny.
"Hello, Harriet!"
"Joe! Oh, my God! You're here! Oh, Joe, thank goodness!" Harriet heaved a sigh of relief, then gasped as Joe thrust his finger clear up inside her aching cunt. "Get me out of here, Joe! I don't want to stay in this place another moment."
"Sorry, Harriet, I didn't come in here to save you. I came in to fuck you."
Harriet stiffened beneath his pawing hands. "Oh, Joe, please, don't talk like that." She gasped as Joe worked a second thick finger up inside her steaming cunt, then yet a third finger. Her tight cuntal passageway was filled with his fingers, and he was working them in and out as though widening her opening in preparation for insertion of his huge, bulbous prickhead.
"But you said you loved me," she moaned.
"Don't put words in my mouth," Joe snapped. "I never said any such thing. All I've ever wanted you for was to use as pussy bait in my restaurant."
Harriet sobbed in self pity, but Joe only snickered. "Y-your restaurant?" she moaned.
"Yes, this is my restaurant. How do you think I got you a job here? You really ate up my story, didn't you?" He seemed amused. Pulling out his fingers, he pushed his face down in her pussy, nuzzling her wet, cuntal furrow with his lips.
"Ooohhh, Joe!" Harriet closed her eyes, her brain spinning dizzily. She was beaten at last. She could not be more weak and submissive if she had been beaten and tortured like Sally and Billy. She was doomed, and she knew it. Joe, her boyfriend, who had been her only hope of being saved, was going to be the first man to puncture her virginity with his prick. He would not save her from this place-he was the one who had brought her here for this very purpose. The only other man in the world who even cared about her was her father, and he didn't even know she was here.
"Aaaggghhh!" Harriet gasped. Joe's tongue was lapping up and down her cunt slit, licking up a storm. He shoved the very tip of his tongue down onto her clitoris and licked it expertly, making her moan in delight in spite of her misery.
Harriet writhed on the bed as Joe's tongue darted around in her cuntal slit. His hands were all over her naked body, pawing at her breasts and running up and down her legs. He began forcing the tip of his tongue right down into her pussy tube itself, and darted it in and out until Harriet cried out with pleasure. She began bucking her hips upward against his face, and Joe laughed at how horny she was becoming.
Harriet couldn't help it. Her body was reacting to the caresses of his fingers and the hot, wet tongue being thrust up ever deeper into her tight cunt. Her terror at having a man's cock thrust up inside her cunt was slowly ebbing away as she grew more and more excited.
Joe suddenly lifted his face from her wet patch of pubic hair and climbed eagerly up into the bed. "It's time!" he said, maneuvering himself into position so that his cock-crammed midsection was poised right over Harriet's pussy slit. He pushed down, brushing the tip of his throbbing hard-on against her hairs, then rammed his cockhead down into her slit, spreading apart her pussy lips.
Harriet gasped and held her breath, waiting for the final plunge.
CHAPTER NINE
Completely naked, Joe pushed down harder from his position above Harriet's nude, helpless body. He reached down eagerly, grasping his rigidly pounding cock in an anxious grip, and forced himself down atop her, guiding his rock-hard shaft into Harriet's patch of wet, glistening hair toward the juicy feminine meat between her legs. The bulbous crown of his quivering prick separated the plump outer folds of her pussy, then probed down into her lushly wet interior.
"Aaaggghhh!" Harriet moaned and opened her eyes wide. He was going to do it to her. The most important moment in every woman's life was upon her.
Joe paused for one brief moment, as though sensing the importance of what he was about to do to her.
"P-please, Joe?" Harriet whimpered for mercy, but she knew deep inside that there would be none whatsoever. She was doomed.
Joe thrust forward, driving the tip of his pulsing cock into her wet, deliciously tight cunt. As her hymen resisted he gave a quick thrust of his hips. Searing pain shot through her, but he continued to force his driving rod inward. He drove it down inside her inch by inch until he was completely inside her and his sperm-filled balls were pressed against her hairs.
"Ooohhh! Aggghhhhhhh!" Harriet moaned in half-agony, half-pleasure. She could feel Joe's manhood filling her up completely. Every inch of his massive, throbbing tool was inside her, pulsing, burning her sensitive cunny like a hot branding iron.
Joe whimpered softly as his cock jerked solidly up between Harriet's legs. He began moving his hips up and down, sliding his huge chunk of man-meat in and out of her tight cunt in a slow, rhythmic motion. As though completely out of her control her body began to respond.
Harriet gasped and tears ran down her cheeks, but they were not tears of misery. She was too enveloped in the sensations shooting up from between her legs to think of anything else. Even the noise and laughter from the restaurant outside were blurred away into nothingness. All that existed in the world was her and the big man above her who was riding her like a wild animal, slicing his monstrous hard-on in and out of her hot, aching cunt.
Joe bent down closer, kissing Harriet's lips, then brushing his lips over her cheeks. He nuzzled his mouth down to her neck and began nibbling her there, making her writhe with delight. All the while he humped up and down slowly atop her, working his pulsing tool in and out between her legs.
"Ahhh, baby! Ohhh, what a tight cunt!" He gasped with pleasure, and his hard cock actually seemed to swell up even bigger inside her. Harriet could feel each and every jerk it made against her pussy walls. She could scarcely believe how big he was.
"Mmmppphhh!" She gasped as he thrust down hard, forcing the tip of his swollen tool into even new depths. Even his fingers had never reached up inside her this deep before. He was filling her up completely with his quivering rod.
A tremor of pleasure ran up Harriet's belly. She began moving her hips in spite of herself, pulling at his hard-on with her cunt lips. She squeezed her cunt around him tightly, milking his quivering flesh, pulling his moist, oozing cockhead even deeper inside her belly.
Joe's cock got harder and firmer than ever as she rose up and down on her butt, milking his throbbing prick with her cunt. He gasped and thrust down harder. His quivering prickhead forced its way so far into Harriet's belly that she was whimpering with pleasure.
"J-Joe! Ohhh, God, it feels so good!"
Joe grunted desperately. The tip of his cock was expanding inside her as it filled up completely with blood rushing up his shaft. He moaned and groaned desperately. He was hot all over and perspiring like a masturbating schoolboy.
"Ohhh, yes! Fuck me, Joe!" Harriet pleaded with her boyfriend as he bit down harder at her neck. "Fuck me!" she repeated. Suddenly she could not get enough of his throbbing manhood. The sensations shooting through her cunt as he worked it in and out of her pussy-hole were unbelievably good. She realized at last how ridiculous her fears at being fucked by a man had been. It was more beautiful than anything she had ever experienced.
"Ahhh, baby!" Joe seemed to sense her change in attitude, and he no longer tried to hold back his desperate lunges. He let himself go, bucking atop her naked body savagely.
Harriet bucked her cunt up harder and faster over his pulsing pecker. His cock was delicious and warm inside her. She felt as though it had always been there, and the thought of him removing it and ending the beautiful sensations she was experiencing was unbearable.
In and out, in and out, his cock sawed, pushing and pulling at Harriet's cunt lips with each and every thrust. Harriet quivered in pleasure. She moaned and writhed on the bed, grinding her naked butt down onto the sheets as his cockhead fought its way deeper and deeper into the folds of her twat. She wrapped her legs around Joe's thighs, clamping his body down to hers and holding him in a vise-like grip. She forced her snatch up and down over his quivering erection, working the mouth of her pussy over his stem in a passionate fury.
"Aaaggghhh! Oh, baby! Uuunnnggghhh!"
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Harriet grunted as she thrust her cunt up and down over his throbbing peter. Her hands roamed out over his body, caressing every square inch of naked skin she could reach. She ran her fingers through his hair, she caressed his naked back, and she let her fingers roam right down to his butt.
"Uuummmppphhh!" Joe gasped as he felt her fingers pushing right down inside his asscrack. She drew the tips of her fingers up his anal crevice, then thrust the tip of her index finger down against the brown puckered opening of his asshole.
Harriet had become a wild female animal. Gone were all her protests and pleas for Joe to respect her virginity. She was shamelessly writhing in pleasure beneath his hairy male body, acting like a wildcat. She had given herself up completely to the delightful sensations being created down between -her legs. The more Joe thrust his hot cock inside her, the more she wanted.
"Uuummmppphhh! Nnngggppphhh!" Joe was reacting to her excitement, thrusting harder and humping up and down so fast that their naked bellies slapped together noisily. His cockstem was rock hard and throbbing more violently than Harriet had ever see it before. She could feel it jerk inside her as surge after surge of sticky pre-seminal fluids oozed up from his balls, through his cockstem, and out the pisshole in the end of his prick. The sticky juice that oozed forth served to lubricate her already wet twat even further, and as his cock sliced in and out of her cunthole it made wet squishy noises that filled the little bedroom.
Harriet squirmed desperately beneath the weight of the big man, fighting to force her cunt even further up over his prick. She couldn't get enough of it. She sucked at it with every ounce of energy she could generate in her cunt, but he was inside her as far as he could get. Big as his cock was, it was not big enough to suit Harriet.
"Uuummmppphhh! Aaaggghhh!" Now it was Joe who was squealing in protest at the savagely squeezing cunt which was milking his peter for all it was worth. He bucked violently. His sperm-filled nuts slapped hard against the bottom of Harriet's ass as he plunged up and down.
Harriet pushed with her index finger, driving the end of it right down inside Joe's butthole.
"Aaarrrggghhh! Ohhh, Harriet, what are you doin'?"
Harriet showed no mercy. She was insane with passion. She bucked her midsection up harder, twisting and pulling, making Joe's pecker throb even hotter and harder. Slowly but surely she worked her finger down inside the big man's butt, driving him wild with excitement. Her finger worked in past the first knuckle, then past the second, then it was embedded inside him to the hilt and she was twisting it around.
"Mmmppphhh! Uuunnnggghhh!" Joe humped faster and harder, driving his hard, pulsing prick in and out of her cunt desperately. Her finger was probing around inside his asshole, then she began turning it and twisting it around every which way.
The sensations shooting through Harriet's cunt mounted in intensity. She could scarcely believe how good it felt to have a man's prick filling her belly, sawing in and out of her hot pussy. She could feel every single inch of Joe's quivering manhood, and she loved every inch she felt. The pressure was building up inside her cunt, and it was great. She gasped desperately and used her cunt like a mouth, swallowing up Joe's cock as though she had not eaten in a week.
"Mmmppphhhh! Aaarrrggghhhh!" Joe gasped louder as the tip of Harriet's finger located his prostate gland inside his ass. She nudged it with her fingertip, and suddenly Joe stiffened up, then broke loose in a series of spasms that rocked through his body. His cock quivered violently inside Harriet's cunt, then jerked harder than ever and broke loose, shooting up huge spurts of creamy jism.
"Mmmppphhh!" Harriet gasped with delight. Joe's cock was pumping up endless jets of hot, thick cream. She could feel his cock leaping inside her belly, and the sensations building up in her body suddenly burst. Gasping and moaning, she humped up to meet his thrusting cock, and her cunt exploded. A cascading flood of sexual release surged up from her spasm-jerking pussy, enveloping her being in the most beautiful sensations imaginable.
Grunting with delight, Joe rammed his prick in and out of her cunt as far as it would go. His spewing peter was ravaging Harriet's totally aroused body. His cock was spurting out dizzying gushes of steaming love-cream.
"Aaaagggghhhh! Uuummmppphhhh!" Harriet moaned and sobbed with pleasure. Again and again she felt Joe's prick throb up inside her, and each time it throbbed, another spurt of his marvelous semen shot up into her innermost depths. She shuddered violently as spasms ripped through her young body like a tidal wave, then collapsed on the bed panting.
Joe collapsed over her, the last gush of semen shooting from his cock, and he clung desperately to her, letting it give a last twitch before their fuck was over. Harriet squeezed her overheated, sperm-filled cunt around his stem, trying to hold it up inside her, but the sensations her milking pussy created were too much for Joe. He gasped and raised up, drawing out his still-hard but drained penis. There was a wet plopping sound as he tugged his cockhead itself out of her wet, sticky hole, then rolled over beside her, panting for breath.
"Ohhhhh, Joe, I didn't know it would be like that!" Harriet snuggled up to him on the bed, temporarily forgetting the horrible circumstances in which their fuck had occurred.
Joe grunted something unintelligible. "I'm glad you like it, baby. It'll make things a lot easier for you."
Harriet stiffened as though he had dashed a bucket of cold water into her face. "Wh-why, Joe?"
Joe got up from the bed, leaving her alone and naked. Moving over to the light, he switched it on. Harriet shielded her eyes from the bright light as he began picking up his clothing and pulling it on. Her eyes were filling with tears again. She felt utterly miserable.
"Please, Joe, tell me why you're doing this to me?" she sobbed.
Joe laughed at the miserable expression on her face.
"I should have listened to Sally."
"It wouldn't have done you any good," Joe said. "I'd have gagged you and tied you up to bring you here if necessary. I had it all planned from the first time I met you. I have a whole chain of restaurants like this, baby, and I need all the girls I can get my hands on."
"But it's against the law."
"What the law doesn't know, doesn't hurt it," Joe said, zipping up his pants. He pulled on his socks and shoes and began lacing them. "Don't feel so bad," he added. "You're not the only girl I've done this to. I have a hundred other girls just like you."
"Slaves!" Harriet said bitterly.
"Yeah, if that's what you want to call it. "Once I get a girl workin' for me, she can't leave."
"And what happens when she gets old?"
Joe shrugged. "I haven't thought about that," he said. "When it happens, we'll see."
Joe was finished dressing now. He started for the door. Harriet grew desperate.
"Please, Joe. Don't leave me here like this. I want to go home."
Joe grabbed the doorknob. "You'll get used to it," he said.
"No!" Harriet screamed. She jumped up from the bed and ran toward the door as he opened it. Joe pushed her back hard, sending her sprawling down onto the floor.
"Control yourself, baby!" he said. "Bob wasn't kidding about the drugs. We'll shoot you full of heroin if we have to. I don't like to do that to a new girl, because she gets hooked on it, and it's an expensive habit, but I'll do it if I have to!"
The tears streamed down Harriet's cheeks. She buried her face in her hands and sobbed. Joe switched off the light and opened the door. "Don't worry, honey," he said gruffly. "You won't have time to feel sorry for yourself. Bob's waiting right outside with a hard-on he's just aching to push down inside your cunt. We flipped a coin to see who would do you first, and I won. Now it's his turn."
"Ohhh, God!" Harriet uttered a long wail of despair.
"When Bob gets finished," Joe went on, "we'll start sending in the truck drivers. You're gonna have a busy night."
Joe went out and shut the door. Harriet sobbed desperately, her naked breasts heaving up and down. The door had scarcely closed, when it opened again, and Bob Hartman was slipping into the room. Harriet glanced up and through tear-filled eyes saw an enormous bulge sticking out in the front of his pants. Bob shut the door and began tearing off his clothing.
Harriet's sobs filled the room, but Bob only laughed at her tears. "Just a minute, honey," he said. "I've got just the thing to make you stop crying. Joe told me how much you liked his cock. Well, you'll like mine even more."
"Ohhh, no! Please, leave me alone!"
Bob pushed down his underpants and stepped out of them. Now stark naked, he moved over to her and pulled her up onto the bed. He stretched her out and spread her legs, then climbed onto her. There would be no preliminary caresses or mouthing of her hot cunt as Joe had done. Bob was so hot and horny that his throbbing hard-on was already on the brink of exploding. He pushed down, forcing his pulsing, bulb-shaped cockhead down into the opening of Harriet's cunt. Her pussy was already lubricated with Joe's creamy semen, and Bob's cock slid in easily.
Harriet opened her eyes wide and grunted with surprise. Bob's penis was much larger than Joe's. It was at least a full inch longer, and a good half-inch thicker. It not only filled her up completely, it also stretched her cuntal walls apart, forcing her pussy to make room for it. She gasped with delight in spite of herself as it pushed in and shoved the sides of her cunt apart until his huge, bulbous dickhead was embedded completely down inside her tube.
"Aaaggghhh! Oh, Jeez! Joe was right!" Bob grunted. "You are tight as hell!"
"Mmmppphhh!" Harriet bit her lip and her body trembled against the onslaught of Bob's enormous hard-on. It must be a full eight inches long. The head of his burgeoning erection was wedged down inside her clear past the point where Joe had managed to shove his cock. Harriet's whole pussy came alive and tingled around the massive peter-pole shoved up inside it. She writhed sensuously on the bed and ground her butt into the sheets. Almost instantly she began bucking her hips, moving her midsection up and down in a slow, rhythmic fucking motion.
"Uuunnnggghhh! Ahhh, Harriet! I can't believe you! Wait till the drivers get a piece of this! They'll be wanting to shack up with you every-time they go by. We're gonna have to put a special price tag on your pussy, baby."
Harriet was too excited to listen to Bob's words. Never in her life had she known such ecstasy. His cock was filling her to the brim. It was like a giant living snake up inside her, and it was throbbing violently. Each time his cock jerked, she gasped and raised up off the bed. The sensations shot through her aching, cock-crammed pussy like electric waves.
"Uuunnnggghhhh!" Bob grunted, then began slowly thrusting his hips, grinding his cock down even further. When he had Harriet squealing with delight, he pulled up, drawing his cock up and out until only his bulbous cockhead was still wedged inside her cuntal lips.
Harriet opened her eyes wide and stared up into the darkness and the featureless shadow above her.
"F-fuck me!" she begged.
CHAPTER TEN
Bob thrust down, driving his ramrod prick between her cunt lips, forcing it all the way inside her. He pushed it in so deep that his hairy balls pressed right up against her asshole.
"Ohhh! Ahhh, it feels good!" Harriet moaned with delight. She could feel Bob's cock filling up her vagina completely. "Ohhhhh, fuck me!" she begged. She wrapped both hands around Bob's hotly throbbing body and dug her fingernails into his back as though she were spurring on a horse.
"Uuunnnggghhh! Ahhh, baby!" Bob pushed his cock in deeper until his bulbous cockhead was burrowed clear down inside her cunt. He began bucking his hips excitedly, drawing out his long hard tool, then thrusting it back down again. His sperm-filled balls smacked against her butt repeatedly.
Harriet wrapped her legs around the big man, holding him in a vise-like grip, pulling him down tightly against her belly to get even greater penetration by his pulsing prick. His peter sawed in and out, rubbing up and down firmly against every part of her super-sensitive cunt. They fought and bucked, and Harriet panted for breath beneath the crushing weight pressed atop her. She pulled the muscles in her cunt, sucking up every ounce of his prick inside her. His balls slapped harder against the bottom of her ass as he humped her harder than ever.
"Oh, God! I never knew it would be like this!" Harriet cried, her eyes open wide, her legs trembling as she squeezed them even tighter around the heaving man's midsection. The more he drove his hard cock down into her aching twat, the more she wanted. It seemed she couldn't get enough of the big man's quivering hard-on. It seemed that his prick had grown another full inch inside her since he had first slid it in.
"Ooohhh! Aaaggghhh, Harriet!" Bob Hartman was gasping with disbelief at the things her cunt was doing to his quivering prick. Her pussy muscles were wrapped securely around his organ, milking it expertly as he forced it in and out. She was fucking him as expertly as though that were all she had ever done in her life. Her cuntal muscles grabbed at the base of his cock every time he completed a downward plunge, and they held his rigid tool firmly, making it pulsate and throb hotly inside her. She bucked up and down on the bed, her bare belly slapping up against his again and again. He was on top of her, yet it was she who was riding him, from underneath. It seemed impossible, but she was doing it.
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Harriet grunted savagely and worked her steaming cunt even harder up and down, sliding it off and on Bob's pulsing rod. She gripped him firmly inside her again and again, each time releasing his gorgeous tool just long enough for him to pull it up for another downward thrust. His hot cock was delicious and burning inside her. She wanted it to stay buried down in her cunt for the rest of time.
"Aaahhh! Ohhh, God!" Bob shut his eyes and moaned with delight. He thrust his aching cock down deep within her cunt folds repeatedly and felt the wet stickiness of her vagina envelop his tool. Her cunt was devouring him alive.
Harriet's cunt lips quivered with delight as she felt his smooth-skinned peterhead fight its way deeper and deeper into the interior of her twat with each and every thrust. Her cunt was completely impaled by his immense masculine lance.
They worked together like a madly grinding sex machine. Their bellies slapped together rhythmically. Bob's testicles bounced up and down at the base of his cock. His butt cheeks flailed up and down in the air, and his oozing prick made wet squishy noises as it forced its way into her cream-lined fuckhole. The air was filled with the groans and moans of sex and the odors of their genitals.
Harriet gasped, stiffened, and thrust her butt up, driving her cunt all the way over the big man's cock. The sensations shooting through her twat exploded, making her reel with delight. Never had she known such utter and complete pleasure. She brought her hands down to his buttocks and squeezed his buns' with her fingers, then pulled his asscheeks apart, exposing his butt-hole to the night air. Bucking up and down desperately, her cunt exploding, her pussy muscles pulled at his cock without mercy. She was wild with passion.
Bob Hartman rode her as though she were a wild stallion. He clung desperately to her, fighting to control the sensations mounting up in his squeezed and tortured cock, but she was milking him so expertly that the end was near.
"Ooohhh! Ahhh! AAARRRGGGHHH!!!" Bob gasped, then moaned loudly like a young boy shooting his load against a garage wall for the first time in his life. His huge prick, which was already filling Harriet to the brink, swelled up even bigger, then exploded. He slammed down onto her with all his force. His hot, creamy semen shot' out into her vaginal canal in spurts.
"Oooohhhh, Bob! Aaahhh!" Harriet shuddered violently beneath the big man's pounding body. As his hot cum gushed out inside her cunt, one spasm after another tore through her body. Her exploding cunt squeezed and milked at his intruding penis, working at it like a thousand miniature hands that were caressing and stroking every square inch of its long, hard length.
"Mmmppphhh! Uuunnnggghhh!" Bob grunted and uttered gurgling sounds as he pounded atop her in a sexual delirium.
Again and again waves of unbelievably beautiful pleasureful sensations poured up and out of Harriet's cunt, filling her body. She strained up, forcing her pussy firmly against the base of the big man's cock, and she shuddered violently as her vagina continued to pulsate against his rigid, quivering tool, milking up the final spurts of cum from his balls.
"Ohhh, God, I'm gonna cum again!" Harriet moaned louder than ever. Closing her eyes tightly, she bore up with all her might. Her cuntal muscles contracted around the big man's prick, gripping it so firmly that a spurt of hot jism seemed to be milked up from nowhere. Her cunt jerked in spasms like a quivering fist around his prick, and shooting skyrockets of orgiastic pleasure shot out in every direction through her body.
"Ooohhh! Aaaggghhh!" She cried out in delight, then shuddered heavily and collapsed on the bed, her body completely drained. Her cunt hole was completely full of his generous offering of hot male milk.
Bob humped furiously above her for another brief minute, then he collapsed atop her belly, his body quivering in spasms of pleasure.
Harriet's heart pounded like a jackhammer. She could still feel Bob's hard cock buried up inside her womb. It was pulsating violently, even though its load of semen was gone. She had drained all his juices from his balls, but his boner throbbed inside her, unwilling to grow soft.
Finally Bob pulled up, drawing his milked-out pecker from Harriet's fuck-crack, then rolled over beside her and lay staring at the dark ceiling, panting for breath. His heart was pounding so hard that Harriet could almost hear it beating as she lay beside him on the bed.
"Oh, shit, what a fuck," Bob said. "Where in the devil did Joe ever find you? You're gonna be our gold mine, kid, with a cunt like that."
Harriet stiffened up and the pleasureful sensations in her body seemed to be drained away instantly. She could scarcely believe that a man could be so cold after engaging in such an intimate act. First Joe had done it, telling her how much the truck drivers were going to like her. Now Bob was doing the same thing.
Bob got up from the bed and moved through the darkness toward his clothes. He stumbled twice, cursing, then located the light switch and flicked it on. Harriet pulled the sheet up over her nakedness as she watched him dress. She suddenly felt very embarrassed.
Bob laughed at her sudden attempt at shyness. "It's a little late for that, honey. I just fucked the shit out of you."
Harriet trembled beneath the sheet. She felt the warmth of the loads of the two men's semen still inside her belly, and it began flowing down and spilling out from her cunt.
"Baby, you're ready," Bob said, grinning at her. "We were wondering if we shouldn't wait till tomorrow to send you in some truck drivers, but after Joe fucked you, he said you were ready. Now that I've had a chance to screw you too, I agree with him. You're a hot little piece of ass. As much as you like screwin', you'll be able to go all night long."
"N-no! Please, Bob, tell Joe to wait till tomorrow."
"Joe's out in the dining area right now, picking out your first customer," Bob said, drawing up his pants and snapping the top of them. He zipped up his pants over his still half-hard cock. "He said he's gonna find you the biggest pricks in the joint and send them all in before the night's over."
"Ohhh, no! Don't let him! Talk him out of it!" Harriet thought desperately, seeking some way out of her seemingly hopeless situation. "I'll pay you, Bob. Help me get away!"
"You'll pay me with what?" he asked, sneering, his face suddenly hard.
"My father will pay you."
Bob laughed. "Sure, he'd pay me, all right. He probably wouldn't even bother callin' the cops. He'd come stormin' in here by himself with a gun to make sure I got paid off just right."
"No, Bob, I promise. Please help me!"
Bob shook his head negatively. "No deal," he said. "If Joe ever found out I let you go, he'd kill me.
"B-but you can't just keep me here like a prisoner!"
"That's exactly what we're gonna do," Bob said, "and the sooner you get used to the idea, the better it'll be for you. Remember what I said about the drugs? That wasn't a joke, Harriet. We'll use them on you if we have to. I'd hate to make an addict out of a pretty girl like you, but I've done it in the past and I'm sure I'll do it again."
"You're monsters, both of you!" Harriet cried.
"You'd better shape up," Bob said. "Joe's gonna be bringing in a truck driver in a minute, and you'd better spread your legs for him like a good little girl."
"No!" Harriet screamed. "I'm going to tell him everything. I'll tell him to get the police."
Bob ran over to the bed and slapped Harriet hard with the back of his hand, leaving a deep red imprint of his fingers in her cheek. She flew back, striking her head on the wall, and tears sprang instantly into her eyes. Reaching down, Bob grasped a huge tit in each hand, wrapping his fingers firmly around them. Slowly he began squeezing.
"AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHH! OH, GOD! UUUNNNNGGGGHHHH!" Harriet screamed in agony. Her eyes bugged out of her head and she wrenched in pain on the bed.
"Are you gonna do like we say?" Bob asked, squeezing her sensitive titties even harder. The ends of her breasts grew white in his hands as his squeezing fingers cut off the circulation.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, Bob! L-let me go! It h-hurts! Mmmmppphhh!"
"It'll hurt a lot worse if you try any funny stuff," Bob warned her, slowly releasing the pressure. Harriet sobbed in agony and the tears ran down her cheeks. "Joe's not gonna send in just anyone," Bob went on. "About half the drivers who come into this place know what's going on. If you try to get one of them to help you, he'll come straight to us, and do you know what'll happen to you then?"
"Th-they know?" Harriet stammered, blinking.
"The first week or so, we won't send anyone in to fuck you who wouldn't tell us if you tried to get him to help you. Not only that, Harriet, but we have a deal with a couple of cops on the police force. Believe me, even if you did get the cops out here somehow, they wouldn't do a thing. We bought them off a long time ago."
"Ooohhh!" Harriet moaned in agony and stared down at her pain-seared titties. The imprints of Bob's fingers were clearly embedded in her sensitive flesh.
"What I just did to you is nothing," Bob said. "And what you saw happen to Billy and Sally, that's nothing either. Horrible things happen to a girl who tries to bring the law down on us, Harriet. Do you remember reading in the paper a few months ago about that girl who was found lying in an alley-dead and naked-with her tits cut up?"
Harriet's hand went up to her mouth and she gasped with shock.
"And another month before that? There was another girl found dead, remember? She was beaten to death. Think back, Harriet. Remember?"
"Ohhh, God!" Harriet stared at Bob with wide, unbelieving eyes. Her face was ashen white, and she felt suddenly sick.
"Sally was lucky tonight," Bob said, "and she knows it. The next time she crosses us, she won't be so lucky." Bob grinned as he stared at the look of shock on Harriet's face. As if delighting in making her as afraid as possible, he said, "Have you ever seen a girl writhe on the floor after her cunt was filled up with scalding coffee, Harriet?"
Harriet began gagging and had to fight to keep from being sick. "S-stop," she pleaded.
"Maybe the idea of being shot full of dope doesn't scare you," Bob said, "but you'd better think twice before you try anything. Think of those girls you read about in the papers."
Harriet buried her face in her hands and sobbed mournfully. Bob grinned at her, turned, switched off the light, and left the room, leaving her alone with her tears.
For the first time Harriet realized how desperate her situation was. Then she remembered the words used to describe it. White slavery. Somewhere, in an all but forgotten women's confession magazine, she had read a story about it. She had brushed the tale off as the figment of someone's imagination at the time.
Later there had been a short documentary on the subject on a new program, but Harriet had been doing some other silly thing while the program was on, and only a little of it sank into her brain. "Women kidnapped and held as prisoners -forced into prostitution-drugged-never any chance of escape-thousands-going on every day all around us-girls disappear off the streets and are never seen again."
Harriet bit her lip, fighting back the tears, trying to think. Joe had carefully prevented her from telling her father where she was going to work. No one at all knew where she was. There was absolutely no hope that she would be rescued.
Harriet stared across the darkened room as she heard footsteps moving up the hallway toward her door. She was a prisoner. She had no choice but to do everything her captors ordered her to do. If not, they would torture her into submission. She had no doubt, either, that they would kill her, just as Bob had said, if she tried to get someone to help her. Before they killed her, however, they would torture her. They would disfigure her body to set an example for the other girls.
There was a hand on the doorknob.
Harriet's mind raced desperately. Her only chance was to escape. But how? The only way out of the building was through the front entrance. Her thoughts snapped to the kitchen. There was a door there, too. But to get to the kitchen, she would have to walk right through the dining area, and she could scarcely do that stark naked without attracting attention from the horny truck drivers.
They had been very sly in taking her clothes. They had thought of everything.
The door opened, and the shadow of a huge, powerful man loomed against the lightened hallway. He stomped inside and slammed the door behind him, chuckling eagerly. "Where are you, baby," he rasped. "It's so dark in here a guy couldn't see his own hard-on."
What should she do? Should she take the man into her confidence and beg him to help her? No- Bob had warned her that the first week she would see nobody she could trust.
Should she run at him, knock him out of the way, and run for her life. No-she would not get far, and then things would be worse than ever.
There was only one thing she could do, and Harriet knew it. If she wanted to survive, she could only do exactly as Bob and Joe had ordered her to do.
"Over h-here," she said meekly, trembling.
Survival was what it was all about right now. Somehow, if she could just keep alive, and keep them from drugging her out of her mind so she could think clearly, she might come up with something. There had to be a way to escape-there just had to be.
As the big man came toward her in the darkness, removing his clothes and breathing hard with excitement, the words of that dreadful television came burning back in Harriet's mind.
". . . girls disappear off the streets and are never seen again."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Ahhh, baby, I'm so hot I can't stand it," the big truck driver said, moving over to the very edge of the bed. Harriet had heard him remove every item of clothing in the darkness, and knew he was now stark naked. "Where are you, honey, I wanna stick it in ya. I wanna cum in your cunt." The huge driver was panting like a wild man. Harriet's knees went weak.
The bedsprings shook and squeaked as he climbed up onto her, maneuvered himself in position, and aimed his hard cock straight down at her cunt in the darkness. "Hurry, baby! Grab it and stick it in!"
Harriet obeyed him slowly. She knew there was no use trying to avoid the act. She would be a plaything for every male truck driver who stopped at the truck stop until she managed to find some way to escape from the horrible fate. She grasped the big man's taut prick and felt it throb hotly against her hand. She aimed it straight toward her cunt, letting him thrust downward to force it inside her.
The big driver gasped, and his cock jerked like a living snake as the tip of his cockhead sank down between the folds of Harriet's cuntal lips. "Awww, fuck!" he moaned. "You are tight. Joe said you would be."
Harriet moaned with despair. She was just so much meat for these men. All they cared about was sticking their hot peckers down between her legs and getting their rocks off. Even Joe, who she had actually thought loved her, simply regarded her as so much hot female flesh.
"Aaaggghhh! Ohhh, shit!" The truck driver moaned with pleasure as he pushed on down, forcing his hard dick to slide in between the folds of wet cunt beneath him. His hot hard-on jerked in spasms as Harriet's pussy enveloped it inch by throbbing inch. "It's been so long since I had a piece of ass I almost forgot how good it feels."
He pushed down harder, driving his huge ramrod in to the hilt. His hot, cum-filled balls pressed down against Harriet's legs for a brief instant, then he was pulling up again, moaning with delight as her tight cunt pulled at his peterskin, forcing it to slide clear up over his dickhead. His piss slit opened and a trickle of sticky pre-cum oozed out, lubricating her passageway. It was easy to believe that he hadn't had a woman in a long time. He scarcely had his cock in her and he was oozing already.
"Uuummmppphhh!" Harriet groaned as he thrust down again, this time harder. His bulbous cockhead slipped in deeper than before, spreading apart her walls, forcing its way as deep as it could.
"Aw, man! Mmmnnn!" The big man moaned again. He seemed shocked at how good and how tight she was. "I can feel your pussy squeezin' my dick all over," he said. "You've got the tightest little cunt I've ever seen in my life."
A tremor of pleasure ran up Harriet's belly as his hard cock slid down inside her for the third time. In spite of her anguish at realizing just how hopeless her situation was, she was becoming sexually aroused by the driver's potent instrument. He was so big and hard that he filled her cunt completely each time he plunged down, thrusting himself inside her. His cock, rubbing against her cuntal walls, sent shivers down her legs. Best of all, the topside of his cock was sliding back and forth right across her clitoris, rubbing up a storm and causing a series of electric-like spasms to shoot out from it in all directions.
"Ooohhh, you're good!" he moaned. He thrust forward again, then drew out his cock until only the very tip of his prick was still inside her. "Ready or not, here I come!" He pushed down hard, and his hard-on jerked even more violently than ever. He was all but cumming he was so excited. "P-play with my ass, baby. Joe tells me you like that. Stick your old finger in me."
"Uuunnnggghhh!" Harriet raised up to meet the downward thrust of the huge pole of a cock. Her arms wrapped around the big man's waist and she ran her fingers up and down his back, then shoved her hands down onto his buttocks. He squirmed excitedly as she drew her fingers around lightly over his naked buns.
"Ungh! Ungh! Unghhh!" Moaning, he bucked rhythmically against her, his hard-on packed groin grinding down toward her cunt again and again. His cock slid in and out, massaging and frigging her cunt hole and her pulsating clit.
Harriet's despair was temporarily forgotten. No woman could control herself against such a beautiful onslaught of hot male prick. Her pussy was suddenly alive and willing, quivering with desire for as much hot man meat as it could get. Her clit jerked in spasms against the sliding surface of his smooth-skinned, slippery cock. It was as if she were two personalities-one who resented being forced to submit to the desires of the man pounding up and down atop her-the other, taking control, wild with delight at everything that was happening.
"Mmmppphhh!" She moaned with excitement as her cunt absorbed jab after jab of his cunt-hungry cock.
Thrusting back and forth, he rammed his hard, throbbing ram into her pussy repeatedly. He was completely dominating her yielding female body, fucking her masterfully.
"Aw, shit, baby, you don't know what it's like to drive cross country in that fuckin' truck-no one to talk to-lonely-horny for sex. All a guy can do is wait till he gets to a truck stop like this, and then half the time he's so tired from the road he can't even get it up."
"Mmmppphhh! Uuunnnggghhh!" His words fell on dead ears. Harriet was now worked up into a fever pitch of excitement. A few minutes ago she had been hating the idea of this man climbing atop her. Now she was hating the idea that it would soon be finished and he would be climbing off. She wanted him to stay on top of her forever, fucking her with that big, hard, beautiful cock between his legs.
"Nnngggppphhh!" The big driver gasped as Harriet pulled apart his asscheeks and thrust her index finger down inside his buttcrack. She pushed the tip of her finger right down against the puckered opening of his asshole, and shoved. "Mmmppphhh! Aw, God!" Her finger slid down inside the big man's butt. She twisted it around, working it in further until it was completely buried up his ass. When she had him groaning with delight, she began slowly pulling it out and shoving it in, literally finger-fucking his ass.
"Mmmppphhh!" She gasped as he reacted to what she was doing to him by bucking even harder and faster against her naked body. His hard cock sliced down inside her throbbing cunt again and again. His prick actually seemed to grow thicker and stiffer. It was sliding along every square inch of her tingling pussy tube, and her clitoris was receiving a beautiful rubbing by the top of his cock that made her squeal with delight.
Keeping her wriggling, breathless body pinned securely beneath him, the big truck driver continued slamming and ramming forward with desperate thrusts that sent shivers up Harriet's spine.
Harriet responded in kind. She thrust up to meet his pistoning prick, forcing her hot cunt to slide up and down on his pulsing stem. As he rose and fell over her, she bucked on the bed like a wild animal, her buttocks beating a steady rhythm as they slapped up and down on the bed.
"Mmmppphhh! Nnnggghhh!" Harriet gasped, then moaned loudly. The sensations were building up in her clit. In a moment it would be exploding, shooting unbelievably delightful sensations raging through her body. She fought to hold back.
The big man fucking her was also struggling to hold back his climax. She could feel his hard cock swelling up inside her as he slowly mounted to the brink. They gasped and moaned in unison, two animals mad with lust.
"Oh, God, baby! It's buildin' up! I c-can't hold back much longer! I-Oh, shit! Nnnggghhhppp-hhhhh! AAARRRGGGHHH!!!" The truck driver stiffened up tight, every muscle in his body going tense save those in his cock which were convulsing like mad. Then, just as suddenly, his muscular body broke loose in a series of spasms that matched those quaking through his prick in intensity.
"Aaaggghhh! OOOHHH!" Harriet gasped and groaned. She drove her finger as hard as she could down into his ass, and raised up off the bed, a glorious climax shooting through her body. The man's cock was shooting out huge gushes of semen down her tube, and she was squeezing her legs as tight as she could, gripping his gigantic, spewing prick desperately as though she never wanted to let it go.
His prick was exploding inside her and he was thrusting so fast that she almost feared he would have a heart attack. She could almost hear his heart pounding as he shot his load, grunting like a beast of the jungle.
"Ungh! Ungh! Uuunnnggghhhhhh!!!" Harriet closed her eyes and gave herself up completely to the beautiful sensations flooding through her body, then she slowly sank down to the bed, pulled her finger out of the man's ass, and collapsed, spread-eagled, completely drained.
The man's thrusts slowed, then stopped altogether. Grunting and panting for breath, he climbed off her, jerking out his hard-on, and fell beside her.
"Aw, fuck, I'm pooped," he said.
In less than ten minutes, there was a completely different man in Harriet's bedroom. Her new customer, however, was not to be satisfied by a simple, quick fuck.
"I want you to suck me a little first," he said, waddling up to her naked in the darkness. Reaching out, he grabbed Harriet's head and pulled it toward his midsection, making her lips brush across the soft hair below his navel and around his big, hard cock. "Suck me, baby," he ordered. "I haven't had a good blow-job in a month."
Harriet moaned in protest, but decided to obey his order. To refuse would be to invite punishment by Bob or Joe, and she definitely wanted to avoid the kinds of punishment that they dished out.
So she did as he asked. She brushed her lips over his balls, kissing them to his delight, then slowly drew her tongue down the underneath side of his pulsing cock.
"Uuunnnggghhh! Ahhh, yeah! That's it, baby!" The big man pushed his cock up against Harriet's tongue and gasped with delight.
Harriet drew her tongue up and down his sensitive, smooth-skinned peter. She licked it all over, working her tongue all around its length. The big truck driver gasped, and he spread his legs further apart, giving her complete access to the lustful equipment to be found between them. Trying to told back her disgust, Harriet took his huge prick into her mouth and began sucking it as skillfully as she could. The driver gasped with pleasure and slowly began working his hips, thrusting his hard dick in and out.
With each forward thrust of his hips, he worked his hard-on a little deeper into her mouth. Soon the tip of his prong was sliding down into her throat, and then all of him was inside her.
"Ohhh, suck me!" he ordered. "Hurry!"
Harriet obliged the man, but only because she knew she had no choice. She closed her eyes and debased herself completely, sucking on his monstrous erection as hard as she could. At the same time, she moved her lips up and down on his tool, tugging his foreskin on and off his cockhead. Her tongue was all over his quivering dick, licking it, winding around his cockhead, forcing itself down into his piss-slit. As she sucked and licked at it, his tool began growing even harder and warmer in her mouth. He was gasping like a little boy at how good it felt.
"Mmmnnn! Uuummmnnn!" Harriet moaned, as though she were enjoying what she was doing to him. In fact, to her surprise, she actually was beginning to enjoy it. The more she sucked on it, the more the taste of his man-tool filled her mouth, and the more she liked it. She actually cooed with pleasure when the first little spurt of pre-seminal fluids came trickling out the piss-hole in the end of his dick and ran down her tongue.
"Ungh! Uuummmppphhh!" The man moaned with delight as another surge of juice oozed up the length of his throbbing peter. She was creating such a powerful vacuum with her mouth that she was literally pulling the cockfluids up from his balls. Her tongue and mouth became completely coated with the sticky stuff.
Harriet ran her hands up and down the naked man's legs, caressing them all over. Her right hand moved clear on up to the junction of his legs and found his balls in the darkness. She began squeezing and fondling them while she sucked him off.
Harriet pulled his prick out of her mouth and raised her head. "You're so big," she gasped desperately.
"D-don't stop! Suck me, please!" The big man panted with desire.
Harriet's tongue went back to work, moving up and down the full length of his erect cock. She wrapped her hot tongue clear around his cockhead, then shoved her mouth back down on his wet, slippery peter. Her right hand continued fondling his balls, bouncing them up and down gently. Her left hand moved up to join it, wrapping itself around the base of his pulsing prick.
"Aaaggghhh! Oh, Jeez! Uuunnnggghhh!" The big truck driver moaned with delight. Every inch of his cock and balls were being manipulated by her mouth and fingers. She was sucking him off, licking his throbbing stem, and pulling her lips up and down over the upper half of his quivering male instrument. Her left hand was wrapped solidly around the lower half of his pecker, working up and down, masturbating him while she blew him. Her right hand was after his balls, massaging them expertly.
No man could hold up long under such an onslaught on his genitals, and the big truck driver was no exception. He struggled valiantly to hold back his load, but it was impossible.
"Nnngggppphhhhh! AAARRRGGGHHH!" His cock stiffened up harder than ever in her mouth, jerked violently, then erupted like a gushing fountain. She could feel the semen pulsing up through the lower part of his cock as she rubbed it up and down, then suddenly his piss-slit opened and closed rapidly while his prick jerked in spasms, and jet after jet of creamy semen came gushing out into her mouth.
Harriet sucked as hard as she could, and frigged off the lower half of his prick rapidly. She milked up every spurt of hot cum he had to offer, then continued to suck until he was gasping for mercy and was forced to push her head away.
His hard, wet cock slapped up against his belly as it emerged from Harriet's mouth. The man fell down on the bed, moaning and panting for breath. She had drained him completely.
The next man who came into Harriet's bedroom was a short muscular fellow in his fifties. He was short enough to be a jockey, and old enough to be her father, but what he had down between his legs more than made up for those shortcomings. His cock had to be a full twelve inches long. Harriet couldn't see it in the darkness, and even had she been able to see it, she had nothing to measure it with. Still, touching it in the darkness, running her fingers lightly up and down its length, she gasped with amazement. It was more than two hand spans long.
The little fellow laughed. "Surprised, huh?"
"Oh, God!" Harriet moaned. "You can't stick that in me! You'll kill me!"
The short man was too horny to listen to her pleas. He climbed onto her as though he were mounting a horse, and Harriet squealed in protest. "H-hurry," he urged. "Put me inside you." He was panting like crazy and trembling so hard that she could feel his wiry little body shaking atop her.
Her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and excitement, Harriet reached down, grasped his monstrously long cock, and guided the tip of it down inside her cunt.
He pushed down, forcing inch after inch of it to slide down inside her. To her relief, he stopped when it was about halfway in, then began pulling it back out. He began a slow, rhythmic fucking motion, sawing his huge cock in and out, working it just a little bit deeper each time. He was giving her time to get used to its enormous size.
"Uuummmppphhh! Uuunnnggghhh!" Harriet gasped and writhed like a wild female animal on the bed. His whole shaft was slowly being forced up between her legs, and it grew wet and sticky with cock juice and cunt dew as they both grew more and more excited. He worked it in her with hungry jabs, until at last he was completely inside her.
Harriet could scarcely believe it. It seemed impossible, but every inch of his prick was down inside her cunt, working in and out, and they were fucking desperately, each one of them more excited than ever.
Harriet was fascinated by the little man's prick, and more than a little aroused at the sensations it was causing as it worked its way in and out of her cuntal tunnel. His cock became completely slicked up by their hot, oily love juices, and her wildly twitching clitoris was being worked up to the brink of orgasm.
He humped harder and faster, then Harriet bucked up, slapped her cunt clear up around the base of his throbbing prick, and gasped. Wave after wave of sensual pleasure was radiating throughout her excited body.
"Aaaggghhh! UUUNNNGGGHHH!" The little truck driver howled with delight. His hard-on stiffened up, gave a violent jerk, straightened out, then went wild up inside her pussy.
"Aaaggghhh! Mmmppphhhhh!" Harriet closed her eyes tightly and humped up and down, her naked butt slapping against the sheets, her belly hitting the little man's hard stomach again and again. Her cuntal muscles pulled at his prick, milking up his thick, rich cum. He was shooting glob after glob of his hot, milky offering up inside her twat, and riding her desperately.
The waves of pleasure shooting up from Harriet's clit slowly subsided. She fell back onto the bed, exhausted, allowing the small driver to continue to work his peter in and out of her fuck-hole until he was completely drained.
As he slowly climbed off her and headed wearily for his clothes, she stared at him, anxious for him to turn on the light to dress so she could catch an eyeful of his manly equipment. She was dying to see how long it really was. The little driver seemed somewhat embarrassed now, however, and left the room in darkness while he stumbled around, pulling on his clothing.
Harriet stifled a moan of disappointment and fell back on the bed, panting for breath. Of all the men to take her thus far, he was by far the best. His age and size of his body were completely deceiving. What he had down between his legs was more than enough for any woman.
There were two, no, there were three more men who came in to visit her after the short truck driver with the twelve-inch cock. Harriet was beginning to lose count. She no longer knew what time it was. In fact, she no longer even knew what day it was. She drifted off to sleep between two of the fucks, and she had no way of telling whether she slept for an hour, or for a day, or for just five minutes.
Once, Bob came in with a plate of food and a glass of some strong drink which left her half drunk by the time she had drank it. The effect the drink had on her senses made it completely impossible to even try to keep track of time.
It was right after she had finished sucking off a six-foot seven-inch giant of a truck driver, then let him fuck her with his little six-inch tool, that it happened.
The door opened and someone slipped in hurriedly. Then the door closed and the light came on. When Harriet raised her eyes to see who it was, she gasped with surprise.
"B-Billy!"
CHAPTER TWELVE
Billy stiffened and began trembling with desire when he saw Harriet laying naked on the bed. "Ohhh, God, you're beautiful!"
"What are you doing in here, Billy!"
"I had to come," the excited boy said. "I want to fuck you."
Harriet moaned in despair. "Go, Billy, quick! Do you know what they'll do to you if they catch you?"
"I don't care. I want to fuck you so bad I can't stand it." Billy fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. His fingers were shaking so bad he could hardly control them. "I'm gonna fill you up with so much cum that you'll need artificial respiration to keep from drowning."
Harriet watched, biting her lip as the boy drew off his shirt, exposing his hairless, teen-age torso. He was sleek and muscular, and his chest gleamed with perspiration. He looked like a young Greek god. Next he bent down, untied his shoes, then kicked them off and removed his socks. Standing before her barefoot, the bulge in the front of his pants throbbing, he unbuckled his belt, unfastened his pants, unzipped, then pushed his Levi's down.
"Ohhh!" Harriet uttered a little gasp at the sight of his white briefs and the outline of his cock inside them. He had a complete erection. Billy kicked off his Levi's, then hooked his fingers in his briefs and shoved them down. His rock-hard prick jerked up into view and swayed back and forth over his big, semen-filled sacs. His dark pubic hair glistened as he removed his briefs completely, then moved right up to the bed.
Harriet lay back, trembling, offering her naked body to the boy. She did not have the heart to refuse him the chance to fuck her, not after the torture he had received for attempting it in the kitchen. She asked only one thing.
"Turn off the light first, Billy. That way they'll think it's just another truck driver in here, and they won't open the door.
Billy jumped up and rushed to the light switch, his hard cock swaying back and forth, and jutting out from between his legs. When the room was in darkness, he headed back for the bed, stumbled, stubbing his toe, and yelped with pain.
"Shhhhh," Harriet said. She reached out and found him in the darkness. Her fingers stroked the smooth skin of his peter, then she grasped it and pulled him gently to her by his cock.
Billy moaned and scrambled up onto the bed, straddling her thighs. He stuck his hard cock down between her cunt lips and rubbed it back and forth. Harriet helped him by spreading her legs as far as she could, allowing him to maneuver into position between them. A tremor of pleasure ran up her spine and her clit tingled as he rubbed his cockhead up and down her pussy crack. Slowly he worked his bulbous prickhead deeper into her crevice, till finally his whole cockhead was inside her.
"Ohhh, man! Ah, this is gonna be great!" Billy was so excited he was shaking.
Harriet ran her hands over the boy's naked body. She wanted him to fuck her-not because she was horny-but because she wanted him to know what it was like to have a woman. She felt guilty for the beating and torture he had received, and this was the only way she knew to pay him back.
"Aaaggghhh!" Billy gasped as he pushed down, forcing his throbbing hard-on to slowly sink into her steaming cunthole. His teen-age peter was jerking in spasms. Each time it jerked, the piss slit in the end opened up and a spurt of sticky fluid oozed out, wetting Harriet's cuntal passageway and allowing his dick to slip in even more easily. The head of his cock expanded with blood and throbbed hotly against her sensitive pussy folds.
"F-fuck me, Billy," Harriet urged, wanting to make it as exciting for him as possible. "Stick your cock in my cunt and fuck me. I want you to cum in my cunt!"
Her words had the desired effect on the over-eager boy. He gasped with delight and pushed harder. His quivering erection slid in inch by inch until it was completely embedded inside Harriet's snatch.
"Ohhh, Jeez! Uuunnnggghhh! Ohhh, you're so tight! Mmmnnn!" He was wild with excitement. He began bucking at once, raising and lowering his smooth buttocks to drive his prick in and out of her cunt. "It f-feels so good."
"Faster, Billy," Harriet said. "Ahhh! I can feel every inch of your hot cock moving in and out. You're so big and hard." He bucked madly as she spoke, making his cock frig her cunt hole and her pulsating clit. His hot peter meat was beginning to stimulate her, and as she urged him on, it was no longer an act to excite him, but her own true excitement mounting from the massage his hot cock was giving her cunny. Her pussy yearned for more of the boy's meat. She lifted her hips up off the bed, screwing her tight pussy right down his shaft until his hot balls were grinding against her butt-hole. Still she couldn't get enough of the boy. Her clit was begging for more and more cock.
"Uuummmppphhh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Billy grunted desperately and jabbed his quivering rod down into her cunt in sharp, excited thrusts.
Harriet shuddered with pleasure. It was too good to be true, having a horny teen-age boy who was in the height of sexual development, grinding atop her naked body. Their bare bellies slapped together again and again, and his cock made wet squishy noises as it slid in and out of their love juices. She ran her hand down his naked back to his buttocks and began brushing her fingertips lightly over his exposed buns. It excited her to touch the boy's bare rectum, and it excited Billy even more. He bucked harder as her fingers moved down into his ass crevice, and when her index finger pushed against his butthole, then forced its way down inside, he cried out loudly with delight.
Harriet cried out too as he drove his quivering pole all the way down inside her and it jerked violently in her belly.
They were so excited that they didn't notice the door open and a meager shaft of light from the dimly lighted corridor filter into the room. A shadowed figure slipped into the room, then the door shut quickly once again.
"Ohhhh, Billy! Aaaggghhh!" Harriet moaned loudly, and her moan covered up the creaking moan of protest made by the weakened floorboard as a heavy foot made its way toward the bed.
"Nnnggghhh! Uuunnnggghhh! Ahhh, Jeez it's good! It's buildin' up, H-Harriet! I can't hold back much longer! It-OOOHHH!"
"Aaaggghhh!" Harriet felt her orgasm break over her and send little shivers of pleasure and delight all through her body. Her mind spun off into another world as bursts of pleasureful sensations shot through her loins.
"AAARRRGGGHHHHH! I can't hold it back! OOOHHH!" Billy was straining every muscle in his body in a valiant attempt to hold back his load.
"L-let it come, Billy!" Harriet squealed. "Ohh... it feels good! You're so big and hard! You- Ooohhh-Ah, Billy!"
"UUUNNNGGGHHH! AAARRRGGGHHH!" Billy gasped, trembled, then his prick gave a mighty jerk inside Harriet's cunt. She felt his prong ripple as his semen began gushing up its length.
Harriet thrust her midsection up to meet the boy as the first gigantic spurt of semen came squirting out inside her hole. She moaned with delight as she heard Billy scream with pleasure.
"EEEEEIIIIIGGGGGHHHHH!!! OH, GOD! A AA ARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!"
Harriet stiffened. Something was wrong. Suddenly his body was off the bed, down on the floor, thrashing around and screaming.
"Oh, God!" Harriet put her hand over her mouth. Something was terribly wrong.
The light came on. Harriet's eyes were blinded at first by the glare, but then, she gaped at the horrifying sight that confronted her terror-stricken gaze.
Billy was rolling in agony on the floor, his hands down in his crotch, clenching himself desperately. His face was screwed up in the agony of the worst kind of pain imaginable.
Above Billy stood Joe Billings. With his hard toed leather shoes he had kicked Billy in the bare nuts.
The door opened and Bob Hartman came rushing in. He glared at the sight of Billy squirming and screaming on the floor in agony. Together, Joe and Bob dragged the boy from the room. They slammed the door behind them.
Harriet's vision grew blurry. The hot gush of semen which had shot from Billy's cock was still inside her. For a brief moment, she was going to be sick. She swooned back onto the bed and closed her eyes, losing herself into unconsciousness.
When she finally opened her eyes Harriet shook her head. Had it all been a horrible dream?
The door opened, and Bob Hartman came in carrying a plate of food. Harriet pushed it away. She stared at him, searching for some clue to reveal whether or not the kicking in of Billy's genitals had been a dream or reality.
He only seemed angry that she wouldn't eat. "All right," he said, scowling as he moved back to the door. "You've rested long enough. There's a dozen truck drivers out there with hard-ons sticking down their pants' legs." With that, Bob left, switching off the light and slamming the door behind him.
Harriet lay trembling in the darkened room, doubting her sanity. Had it been her imagination. But no, it had been too real for that. She shook her head sadly back and forth. She didn't know what to think anymore. Her body and brain were numb.
She stiffened as she heard footsteps moving down the hallway. Another body-numbing session of cock-sucking and fucking was about to begin. Harriet's stomach contracted into a tight knot as she geared herself for another onslaught of brutal sex with the truck drivers. It seemed that she had already been held prisoner in the dingy truck stop bedroom for an eternity.
The door opened slowly, a huge masculine figure slipped into the room, and then the door closed. She heard an excited rasping of breath, then listened as the big truck driver began pulling off his clothes in the darkness. She flinched when she heard the man's zipper descend and his pants being pushed to the floor.
In less than thirty seconds, he was stark naked and moving toward the bed. Harriet could hear him breathing above her, then felt the weight of his body on the bed. She gave a little jerk as she felt his hand touch her leg, then felt his fingers draw up toward her thigh. He caressed her naked legs gently with his fingertips and little shivers ran up her spine. She spread her legs as his fingers reached her cunny bush and began moving around in her wiry pubic hairs.
"Ooohhh!" Gasping as his finger slid down inside her crack, she raised her butt up off the bed, forcing her pussy to slide all the way up on his finger. He chuckled at her reaction, and began twisting his finger while his thumb located her clit button and began massaging it.
Harriet raised up into a sitting position as he masturbated her. She reached out and found his hard cock, and began stroking it. The big man gasped, then soon his moans were filling the pitch-black little bedroom. By now, Harriet knew what was expected of her. She moved her face out and drew her tongue up the underneath side of the man's huge hard-on, licking it hard.
"Uuunnnggghhh! Aaahhh!" He moaned with delight. Her tongue was all over his hard-on, licking up a storm. When at last she pushed her lips over the end of his quivering dick and took it into her mouth, his whole body was shaking with excitement. His quivering prick jerked, his piss slit in the end opened up, and a spurt of sticky cockfluids oozed all over her tongue.
Harriet forced her sucking mouth right down to the root of the truck driver's erection. Sucking hard, she licked it and pushed and pulled with her lips, forcing the loose outer skin of his cock to slide up and down on the hard inner core.
"Mmmppphhh! Aaaggghhh!" He liked what she was doing, and made no attempt to keep her from knowing it. His finger frigged away beautifully in and out of her steaming cunt crack. His thumb massaged her clit without mercy.
The more she sucked on his prick, the harder and bigger it grew in her mouth. Then suddenly, to Harriet's surprise, the man leaned over and thrust his face down between her legs and his hot, wet tongue darted out right down inside her snatch.
"Uuummmnnn! Mmmnnn!" She moaned with delight as he drew his tongue up and down her quivering crack, licking hard at her pussy skin. When his tongue found her clitoris and began licking it, she writhed around on the bed like a wild animal and it was all she could do to keep her mouth pumping up and down on his hard-on.
"Ooohhh! Aaaggghhh!" They moaned in unison, both of them becoming more and more excited. The sensations shooting out from Harriet's cunt made her whole body glow with pleasure. What he was doing with his tongue up between her legs was too good to believe. She knew, too, that it was just as good for him. He was groaning madly. His cock was completely hard and oozing like crazy in her mouth.
She sucked harder, and she worked her lips up and down as hard and fast as she could on his stiffened peter.
"Ooohhh! Aaaggghhh! MMMPPPHHH!" The big man's entire body stiffened, then broke loose in a series of spasms so that it was all Harriet could do to keep her mouth on his convulsing pecker. She could feel his stem expand and the waves of semen shooting up its length. His bulbous, smooth-skinned cockhead jerked mightily, his piss slit opened, and a glob of white male-milk shot out against the roof of her mouth. Another glob of creamy jism followed, then another. His hot cock erupted inside her mouth, spewing out an offering of which any man would have been proud.
Harriet moaned loudly and jerked in orgiastic spasms on the bed as waves of pleasure rippled through her cunt. He was making her cum with his tongue while he erupted inside her mouth.
"Ooohhh!" The big man gasped as she sucked hard to pull out the last spurt of semen through the hole in the end of his dick. Then he raised his mouth up from her cunt and pulled back slowly, withdrawing his still-hard, slippery penis from her mouth.
Harriet collapsed weakly on the bed, but he was not yet finished. She was still panting for breath when suddenly he was climbing onto her. She uttered an exclamation of surprise as he forced her legs apart and maneuvered himself into position between them. His hard cock pushed down, forcing his prickhead down between the outer folds of her pussy.
"Uuunnnggghhh!" She moaned loudly when his cockhead entered her cunt. Pushing down with a slow but steady pressure, he forced his rod to slide down inside her inch by inch, until it was completely embedded in her tube.
He seemed more excited than ever. His hard, muscular body began rising and falling above her. His quivering dick sawed in and out of her cunt, sliding on and off her throbbing clitoris. The waves of intense pleasure his mouth had created up between her legs returned tenfold.
"Uuuummmmpppphhhhh! Uuuunnnggghhhhh! Aaaggghhh!" Harriet gasped and squirmed. She thrust her glowing cunt up over his prick with each and every downward thrust he made. Her tight pussy slid on and off his peter-stem. She could scarcely believe how big and hard his cock was, and right after he had just shot his load in her mouth.
"Nnnggghhh! Mmmppphhh!" His thrusts grew more desperate. To her utter disbelief, he was already on the brink of another climax. She could tell he was fighting valiantly to hold back his load, and she writhed beneath him savagely, wanting to bring herself off at the same time his dick cut loose with its second load.
The sweat ran down their naked bodies. The dark room was filled with their grunts and moans and with the smell of sex. Their bellies slapped together noisily, and his cock made wet squishy noises as it sliced in and out of her slippery cunt.
"Nnnggghhh!" He stiffened up inside her. His cock jerked violently, then exploded. Hot jets of creamy jism came gushing up the length of his prick, shot out the end, and splattered all over the inside of her vibrant tube.
"Mmmppphhh! AAARRRGGGHHH!" Harriet ground up to meet his prick, taking it inside her cunt completely. Her pussy muscles squeezed down on it hard, then her whole body broke loose in the most exciting climax she had ever experienced. Waves of pure sexual pleasure shot out from her cunt in all directions. As his wet globs of semen came gushing out inside her, her body seemed to explode.
They writhed naked on the bed, grinding their exploding midsections together desperately until they collapsed into one quivering mass of human flesh. They lay quietly like that a long moment, with him still on top of her and panting for breath. He raised up at last and rolled over beside her.
Never had Harriet known such a beautiful fuck. He had created sensations in her body which she would never have believed possible. Of all the men who had jammed their hard-ons down inside her snatch since she was taken prisoner, he was the sexual marvel of them all. She was almost disappointed when she felt him rise up off the bed in the darkness and cross the room.
She raised up and shielded her eyes from the sudden glare of the light that would come when he switched it on to find his clothing and dress. She wanted to look at him. Of all the men who had laid her, here at last was one she truly wanted to see.
He flicked the light switch. She squinted against the harsh glare of the sudden light, then her eyes went wide and her face grew suddenly ashen white. Gasping, she clasped her hand over her mouth and her mind spun dizzily.
"Oh, my God!" the man exclaimed.
Harriet moaned with despair. "D-Daddy!"
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
John Bradford's face turned a deep red while his whole body shook with emotion. His hard cock swayed back and forth before his daughter's eyes. A gleaming strand of semen dangled down from his cockhead and his whole prick was still wet and slippery with the fluids from his daughter's cunt.
Harriet's stomach tightened up so hard she bent over double. The room spun around her and became an indistinct blur. The world seemed to be crumbling. She wished she could somehow become non-existent to escape from the horrible crime she had just committed. She had sucked her father's hard-on and made him cum in her mouth-then allowed him to fuck her until he came again. She would never be able to look at herself in the mirror again.
John Bradford's mouth moved, but he could not speak. He stood staring at his stark naked daughter with wide, unbelieving eyes, but could only Truck Stop Girl stammer.
Harriet leaped from the bed and bolted past him for the door. Tearing it open, she ran into the hallway stark naked and down the dimly-lit corridor. The dining room loomed ahead, filled with the smoke and idle chatter of a dozen truck drivers. Harriet didn't stop. She rushed into the dining area, her bare breasts flopping, and weaved her way through the tables like a skier through an obstacle course.
The truck drivers stiffened up in their chairs and stared at her with wide, unbelieving eyes, watching her naked behind shake as she made it to the door, tore it open, and dashed outdoors.
Joe Billings and Bob Hartman stared at each other numbly, too shocked to react. "What the hell?" Joe said.
Bob shook his head back and forth. "I don't know what happened," he said. "She was in there with John Bradford, and-"
"What?" Joe Billing's mouth fell open. "You idiot!" he exclaimed. "He's her father!"
The thud of heavy footsteps made them turn their heads. John Bradford was moving straight toward them with a look of grim determination on his face. His fists were clenched, his face red with anger, and his body was shaking with rage. His eyes gleamed murderously.
Joe Billings spun and bolted for the door. Bob Hartman tried to follow, but was not so lucky. Suddenly a huge pair of hands grasped the back of his shirt and lifted him bodily up off the floor.
John Bradford twisted him around, crushed him up against a wall, and brought a huge fist crashing down.
Harriet ran blindly through the parking lot full of semi trucks, her breasts and behind bouncing in the cool night air. She had to hide- somewhere-anywhere. She had to get away from this horrible place. She had to escape not from Joe Billings and Bob Hartman, but from her father. He would never forgive her for what she had done. He would never understand that she had been forced to do it.
The sharp gravel cut into her bare feet, but she was so numb she felt no pain. Up ahead loomed a large semi truck with the rear doors hanging wide open. The parking lot was empty save for her and the trucks. No one could see her. Harriet ran for the truck. She flung herself up through the doors onto the truck bed and scampered back into the dark belly of the eighteen-wheeled monster. Crouching down in a corner, her emotions broke at last. She melted into a tearful, quivering mass of naked female flesh. She was completely dehumanized. She could sink no lower than this.
Two men hurried out of the shadows along the edge of the truck-stop restaurant grunting under the heavy load they carried between them. They made their way quickly toward the open truck, their eyes darting around to make sure no one was there to see them. Moaning, they hoisted their load up into the back of the truck, pushed it inside, then quickly closed the doors and locked them.
A loud crash came from the restaurant. They turned to see what had happened, just as Joe Billings came rushing out the door toward them. Another loud crash came from the restaurant. Joe turned his head nervously, then dashed up to the two men.
"Did you get him in the truck?" he asked, his voice high-pitched with fearful excitement.
The men nodded. "What's going on?" one asked.
A man's scream came ringing through the air from the open restaurant door. People began to rush through the door into the parking lot. The truck drivers who ran from the building amassed in a group. The waitresses who had been serving food a few short minutes before ran into a corner of the parking lot and grouped in a huddle, staring at the building with wide, shocked eyes.
"I-I'll take the truck," Joe Billings said quickly, his voice shaking with nervousness. "You men get in there and help Bob." Joe leaped into the cab of the truck and switched on the ignition. The big diesel motor of the semi rumbled into action. Joe hit the gearshift and the truck lunged forward, rolling toward the highway. Another scream and crash filled the air.
The two men he had left behind stared at each other. "Fuck it," one said. "Let's get out of here."
A large plate glass window in the restaurant shattered as a chair came flying out into the parking lot. Sally, standing at the edge of the group of waitress-prostitutes, stared numbly at the exploding building, then stared at the departing truck as she heard a loud scream come from the back of it.
"Harriet!" Sally muttered, turning white. She saw Joe Billings face white with fear in the cab of the truck as he turned out into the highway, hit the next higher gear, and sent the eighteen-wheeled monster rolling away from the scene of mad destruction taking place in the restaurant behind him.
Bob Hartman lay in a crumpled heap in the middle of the floor, broken tables and chairs laying in splinters around him. John Bradford reached down, grasped the bleeding, half-unconscious restaurant manager by the hair, lifted him up, and tossed him clear across the room. He stared around the broken up interior of the restaurant, still shaking with rage, but his eyes slowly were filling with the realization that his daughter was gone, and so was Joe Billings, and that he was wasting valuable time.
John ran for the door and out into the parking lot. A half dozen big semis were pulling out onto the highway as the frightened truck drivers who had been eating in the restaurant eyed the scene, wanting to become involved but not sure what was going on.
"Harriet!" John screamed. "Oh, God, where is she!" He turned to the cringing group of waitresses who were staring fearfully at him as though he were a madman.
"Where's Harriet!" he screamed.
Sally ran forward. "Joe's got her in the back of a truck," she said. "He's headed south."
"What kind of truck? What-"
Sally flinched with embarrassment. "I don't know. I-It was a big red truck with the name of-Oh, God! I can't remember!"
John grabbed Sally's arm. "Come on," he ordered. "We've got to stop them!" He raced for his truck, half dragging Sally behind him. Tearing open the door to his cab, he shoved her inside, then climbed in after her. He started the motor.
"OH, GOD!!!" There were wild screams from the waitresses in the parking lot.
"He's got a gun!" one of them yelled.
John Bradford turned and saw Bob Hartman standing in the open door of the restaurant, a double-barreled shotgun in his hands. The truck lunged forward.
"Look out!"
Bob Hartman was raising the gun, aiming it straight at John Bradford in the cab of his truck.
"Down!" John ordered, pushing Sally down onto the floorboard. He could see the deadly end of the barrel of the shotgun being aimed straight at his head. Quickly he pulled the steering wheel sharply to the right, making the monster semi groan in protest as it wheeled around in a sharp circle. The nose of the truck zeroed in on the restaurant doorway.
Bob Hartman pulled the trigger. The shotgun blast roared through the parking lot, but the restaurant manager's hands were shaking so badly that his shot went completely wild. Only a few pellets smashed into the windshield of the truck, cracking the glass in concentric rings.
The truck roared forward and the restaurant manager's eyes went wide. He stumbled back, trying to take aim for a second blast at the oncoming truck, but it was too late.
Wild sirens of a half-dozen police cars came wailing up the highway as the huge semi-truck crashed through the door of the restaurant and disappeared inside, caving in the wall and roof. Bob Hartman gasped, dropped the shotgun, and clung desperately to the radiator of the monster as it bore upon him.
John Bradford tried to stop the truck, but there was nothing he could do. The big monstrous semi carried Bob Hartman on its nose clear through the dining area of the restaurant, then nosed through the kitchen wall, crushing the restaurant manager into an unrecognizable pulp of blood and flesh and bones.
The roof of the restaurant creaked in protest, then came crashing down all over the truck. The walls began collapsing. There was a loud explosion in the kitchen, followed by flames shooting up through the pile of broken timber.
John put the truck in reverse and backed out slowly. Bob Hartman slid down into the wreckage of the restaurant and was covered up by a pile of rubble as flames whipped out above his lifeless body.
The truck lunged on back into the parking lot and jerked to a stop just as six police cars whipped into the entrance, skidded to a stop, and the police piled from their cars.
John Bradford was already out of his truck, running for the restaurant in a vain attempt to rescue Bob Hartman's lifeless body. A second explosion erupted like a volcano, sending flames fifty feet up into the air. Two policemen grabbed John and pulled him back.
"There's a man in there!" He protested. "I hit him with my truck!"
"You did this?" an officer asked. "You hit the restaurant with your truck?"
"For God's sake! Get him out of there!" John screamed.
The policeman stared at the broken pile of rubble which had once been a restaurant. The whole thing was in flames. "It's too late for that, buddy, the policeman said. "Now what the hell happened?"
"The guy who's in there is Bob Hartman, the manager of the restaurant!" one of the waitresses said, moving up timidly.
"He was trying to kill John, here!" a truck driver put in, moving up with his fellow drivers. "Why, John?" he asked. "What's going on?"
"They had my daughter in there!" John exploded. "They were making her-making her prostitute herself. I didn't know it was her! The room was dark. I-I. . . ." John Bradford broke down, unable to continue. "I've got to save her," he moaned. "The owner of the restaurant has got her in his truck."
Another truck driver shook his head in agreement. "He'll kill her," he said, "to keep her from talkin'."
"John's right!" a third truck driver said. "We've got to stop 'em."
"Listen," the policeman said. "I don't know what's happening, but you can explain later. You do what you have to do. We'll follow!"
There was a wild scramble in the parking lot. Every truck driver raced for his semi and set its motor grinding into action. John Bradford leaped back into the cab of his truck with Sally and backed quickly on around, then nosed his monstrous truck out into the highway. A half dozen other trucks headed out behind him, followed by the six police cars. Behind them, the waitresses piled into three cars and came roaring up from the rear. It was a weird procession which made its way through the night down the open highway. Slowly picking up speed, it began moving faster and faster until the open countryside was whipping past.
John's CB radio crackled. "Go get 'em, Horny Toad," the voice said, using John's radio code name. "We're right behind you, setting up a convoy."
John smiled grimly. He reached out, picked up his mike, and muttered, "Ten-four. I sure appreciate the help." A glance in his rear-view mirror made his heart swell with affection for his fellow truck drivers who would follow him through hell, if necessary, to help him save his daughter.
Sally reached a hand out and placed it on John's leg. "I'm s-sorry," she said softly. "I tried to warn Harriet, but I never got a chance. Bob Hartman was hanging around her like a jackal."
"That dirty bastard," John said, gritting his teeth, then his body shook as he remembered the horrible fate Bob Hartman had met.
"I started to tell her a couple times," Sally went on, "but it would have been better if I hadn't said anything. She told Joe what I said. I didn't know he was her boyfriend."
"I'll kill him when I get my hands on him!" John said grimly.
"I feel like it's all my fault," Sally said, her voice shaking with emotion. "I just wish there was something I could do to make up for it."
She stared over at John Bradford's serious face. There was one thing she could do to help atone for her failure to help the big man's daughter. It wasn't much, but it was all she could offer. Her fingers drew up his leg, moving toward his bulging crotch. He was so filled with pent-up anger that he was like a volcano about to erupt. If he caught up to Joe Billings in a state like this, he might truly kill the restaurant owner who had set up his daughter. Not that Joe Billings didn't deserve killing, but it would do no one any good for John Bradford to go to prison for it. What Sally could do for the big man might mean the difference between his committing a murder he would regret for the rest of his life, and his remaining a free man.
Her fingers found his crotch and began rubbing around in little circles. She grasped the zipper of his pants and began slowly pulling it down.
John Bradford stared down, holding his breath. He seemed to sense what the girl was trying to do, and realized she wasn't doing it for sexual reasons. She simply wanted to drain some of the tension out of his body so he could think and act clearly. He knew she was right. The CB radio crackled again. "Horny Toad, this is Injured Beaver right behind you. Any sign of 'em yet?"
John's truck sped down the winding highway, humming a low, confident purr. He felt his stiffening cock being pulled from his open fly by Sally's apt fingers.
"Negative, Injured Beaver," John said, gasping as he felt Sally's hot mouth slide down over the length of his throbbing erection. "No sign of 'em y-yet."
He shoved his foot down on the accelerator. Sally's mouth and tongue were all over his aching erection. His cock throbbed in spasms as she ran her tongue up and down its length and pushed and pulled at his peterskin with her squeezing lips. With a pleased groan, he gashed, feeling her head bob slowly up and down his vein-etched stick. Her lips worked down closer and closer to the thicket of dark pubic hair at the base of his staff.
John groaned and raised his hips upward, offering himself completely to the girl's wildly sucking mouth. His hard, aching cock slid back and forth through her beautiful lips. He clenched his teeth and gripped the steering wheel desperately as the delicious sensations built up in his rod. She was sucking him so hard it was impossible to hold back.
"Ohhhh! Aaaggghhh! UUUNNNGGGHHH!!!" John gasped as the muscles in his hot throbbing peter broke. His sticky man fluids came gushing up into her mouth. Hot cum splashed against the walls of Sally's mouth and coated her tongue. She swallowed John's semen as fast as it shot out his cock, making gargling noises in the back of her throat.
John's entire body shook in spasms of pleasure, and then, when it was over, and she raised her head, a strand of sticky semen dangling from her lips, the tension in his body was gone at last. He was now in full control of his emotions. He could face the crisis ahead with coolness and not perform some murderous crime of revenge which would blacken his life forever.
The countryside rolled past ever faster as the big truck picked up speed, roaring down the open highway. John stared ahead, straining his eyes, searching for the dim tail-lights which were somewhere up ahead-the tail-lights of the eighteen-wheeled monster which was carrying his daughter to her fate.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Harriet lay in an unconscious heap across the naked body in the back of the truck. When the two men had pitched it in at the parking lot, then slammed the door shut, locking her in the back of the truck, she had remained silent a long moment, then slowly crept forward toward the door. She had heard the loud thump when the men had thrown the object into the truck, but didn't know what the object was until she stumbled against it, then fell sprawled across it in the darkness-a man's naked body.
Panic had seized her-a scream stuck in her throat. Laying sprawled out over the cold, nude body of the man, she had frozen with fright, then slowly started to withdraw.
The horrible realization of who it was hit her all at once-It was Billy! She had not been dreaming about what had happened in the restaurant. Joe Billings had actually killed him.
Harriet's stomach tightened up into a knot that made her whole body wrench in pain. She thought she was going to be sick. Her head spun dizzily, her scream, pent up to the bursting point, broke loose, echoing loudly through the back of the empty truck, and she collapsed into blissful unconsciousness across the dead boy's body.
The two bodies-Harriet's unconscious one, and Billy's lifeless one-bounced up and down in the back of the truck as Joe Billings drove the chromed, gleaming monster desperately through the darkness.
At last he reached the place he was looking for. The highway was winding around the side of a steep hill. On one side of the road, the ground rose up, towering over the top of the rapidly moving truck. On the other, the ground fell away sharply, and down at the bottom of the sheer face of the embankment, a swift river raced along. Its murky depths would provide the perfect hiding place for Billy's body. Joe eased the big truck down and pulled over to the side of the road, then stopped. Getting out quickly, he headed for the back of the truck, then wrenched open the door.
Not one, but two bodies spilled out of the truck, dropping at his feet. Joe's eyes went wide when he saw Harriet laying stark naked across the dead teen-age boy, then a cruel sneer came to the big restaurant owner's face.
"You dirty bitch!" he growled. Harriet moaned and her body twitched beneath him, then she slowly opened her eyes. She stiffened up and cringed back when she saw who was standing above her.
"You caused all this trouble, you damned whore!" Joe snapped. "None of this would have happened if it wasn't for you!"
"N-no! Please, Joe!"
"Shut up!" Joe ordered, kicking her in the stomach with his foot. Reaching down he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her over to the ledge at the side of the road, thrusting her head over and forcing her to stare down. Harriet could see the river gleaming as it ran swiftly below them in the moonlight. "That's where I'm gonna drop Billy," Joe said, grinning cruelly, "and I'm gonna toss you in with him. You'll never cause me any more trouble."
"Ohhh, no! Joe, please!"
"First, though, I'm gonna teach you a lesson," Joe said. "It'll be the last lesson of your life. It might not do you much good, but it sure as hell's gonna make me feel a whole lot better."
Joe slowly unbuckled his belt, then pulled it out of the loops in his pants. He snapped it sharply, then looped it, and brought it down over Harriet's head and around her neck.
"Mmmppphhh!" Harriet gasped as he pulled her back over the ground, literally dragging her by the neck. She choked, and grabbed the belt with her fingers, trying desperately to pull it away from her neck.
Holding her firmly with the belt around her neck with one hand, Joe unfastened and dropped his pants with the other. He shoved down his briefs, and his cock stiffened up in the cool night air. Harriet could see it gleaming in the darkness over her reddening face as she gasped for breath through the tight constricting leather band around her throat.
Joe pulled hard with the belt, dragging her face down in the dirt at the edge of the road on her belly, then climbed onto her backside. Harriet moaned for mercy. She could hardly breath. Her life was slowly being choked away by the leather band.
"Aaaggghhh!" She gasped as her legs were forced apart, splaying open her naked buns. Joe maneuvered behind her rectum, his hard cock rubbing down on her ass. He forced it down into her asscrack. His bulbous cockhead was jamming up tight against the brown puckering of her asshole.
"Nnngggppphhh! Gggppphhh!" Harriet's cry was a half choke and a half cry of pain as Joe's cockhead forced its way down inside her, splitting open her ass.
Showing no mercy whatsoever, Joe thrust down with all his might, driving every inch of his solid, throbbing pecker all the way down into Harriet's quivering shit-tube, filling it up completely.
"Aaaggghhh! UUUMMMPPPHHH!!!" Harriet squirmed desperately on the ground, her naked belly and tits grinding into the dirt. Never had she known such pain. Joe's hot peter pole burned like fire in her butthole. She sobbed with fright and humiliation on the ground, writhing frantically.
Breathing loudly with excitement, Joe began working his jerking male weapon in and out of her painfully dilated anal passageway, fucking her in the ass. His cock made squishing sounds as it forced its way up and down her tightly-gripping butt. He bucked wildly, shoving his prick ever deeper into the depths of her shit hole. His legs twitched in spasms atop her, tightening and relaxing as the pleasureful thrills caused by the fucking he was giving her rushed through his loins.
He began driving his quivering, swollen cock faster into her tight-fitting, virgin asshole.
"Nnngggppphhhhh! Mmmppphhhhh!" Harriet shrieked with pain. His monstrous cock was splitting her apart.
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Joe gasped with pleasure and grunted like a savage animal as he drove his hard cock in and out again and again. Opening his eyes wide, he stiffened the muscles in his body as the pleasureful sensations built up in intensity. It was all he could do to hold back his pent-up semen. The vibrating sensations in his cock were becoming impossible to control.
A long row of flickering lights appeared before his eyes far up the road on the hillside. Joe's eyes were half blurred with pleasure, and they appeared like a long moving streak. He humped faster, concentrating on only one thing-the delightful sensations shooting through his prick.
"Gggmmmppphhh! Uuunnnggghhh!" Harriet gasped and twisted her head back and forth in pain beneath the belt which was choking her tighter than ever. Her eyes came to rest on Billy's naked body, lying in the moonlight. His lifeless eyes were staring straight at her. He seemed almost alive. He appeared to simply be lying there naked, relaxed, watching.
She closed her eyes, choking with emotion for the horribly brutalized youth. The tears spilled from her eyes. Her body became numb, blotting out the severe spasms of pain which were shooting through her ass.
"Ungh! Ohhhhh, God! Uuummmppphhh!" Joe was bucking atop her like a cowboy astride a wild stallion. His hard, red peter thrust in and out of her butt. He cried out with pleasure, stiffening up his body into rock hardness, then jerked madly, his cock swelling up and shooting out its load of semen.
Even as his hot sperm was shooting up the length of his prick and out into the tight confines of Harriet's asshole, Joe could see the lights far up on the hill moving closer and closer.
"Aaaggghhh!" He gave a shudder and collapsed, his still-throbbing cock embedded deeply in her bowels.
Harriet opened her eyes suddenly. She twisted her head around as the pressure of the belt around her neck slackened. What she heard was a steady hum. The hum slowly grew to a roar as she stared up the road and saw the strange procession moving down the hillside toward them. Six or seven huge semi trucks were speeding forward, followed by several police cars, and behind them, still more cars. The unlikely combination of vehicles was charging toward them at breakneck speed.
Joe saw it clearly now. He gasped with shock and pulled up from Harriet's naked body, jerking his cock from her ass. The lead truck came roaring right up-there was a loud screech as John Bradford hit his brakes-and the truck ground to a stop, kicking up dust as it came to a halt within twenty feet of his naked daughter and the man who had just brutalized her asshole.
More truckers came rushing up to join him in the darkness, then several police officers were at his side as well. In less than half a minute, there was a wall of truckers, policemen, and waitresses moving slowly forward. Their faces were glaring with anger when they saw what Joe Billings had just done to Harriet. Then, when they saw Billy's naked body laying in the dirt, the shock and anger seemed to rise among them like a vapor.
Harriet scrambled to her feet. Her naked breasts and cunny gleamed in the moonlight as her father and the group of men and women around him approached. She tried in vain to cover herself with her hands. The shame of having her nakedness exposed once more to her father was more than she could bear. She spun around and raced up along the side of Joe Billing's semi truck and scrambled into the cab, hiding herself there.
Joe Billings backed away slowly from the wall of hate and anger approaching him. Even the policemen seemed reluctant to stop the truckers from rushing right up and tearing the restaurant owner apart limb by limb.
It was, in fact, John Bradford himself who halted the crowd. Sally's mouth had done its work well up between his legs, draining out not only his semen, but the hate he felt for the monster of a man as well. John no longer wanted vengeance. He only wanted his daughter back safe, and that had been accomplished. There was no reason to base themselves to Joe Billings' level by tearing him to pieces.
John held out his arms, stopping his truck driver friends and allowing the police officers to move forward to do their duty. Sally raced forward too, and ran up to the cab of the truck to Harriet.
Harriet sobbed with shame and brought up her knees to hide her nakedness.. Her knee hit the emergency brake of the big eighteen-wheeled semi. The truck gave a jolt, then began rolling slowly backward, headed right for Joe Billings and the ledge behind him which overlooked the raging river.
"Look out!" John Bradford warned.
The two policemen who were approaching Joe Billings backed quickly away. The truck was moving back rapidly. Joe whirled around, his eyes opening wide and a look of utter terror flooding his face. He reached up frantically, grabbing the back of the truck, and was carried back forcibly toward the open-mouthed ravine.
The edge of the road crumbled as the big wheels of the truck rolled back and off into empty space, carrying Joe Billings with them as he clung desperately to the tail of the truck.
John Bradford rushed forward as the cab of the truck rolled past. He reached inside, grasped his naked daughter, and pulled her to safety in a movement so fast it was almost imperceptible. The truck seemed to pause for a split second, as if giving him time to complete that act, and Joe Billings hung suspended beneath the truck, dangling a hundred feet above the raging torrent of the river beneath him. Then, the truck gave a loud groan and continued rolling backward, tumbling completely off the road and dropping into space. It hit the earth just once, crushing Joe Billings into a lifeless pulp of blood and bones beneath the tail of the truck, then toppled off and plunged on down into the river, carrying what was left of his body with it.
There was a huge splash and then the truck and Joe Billings were gone.
There was an eerie moment of utter silence as the group of people amassed on the road up above stood in shock. Down below, the river was rushing on as if nothing had happened. Then slowly, their bodies numbed with what had just happened, the people began to stir back to life.
John Bradford held his naked daughter tightly to his breast, and Sally was wrapping a coat around Harriet to cover her nakedness. They all turned toward the lifeless body of Billy, laying naked in the road. His eyes were staring straight toward the spot where the truck had plunged off the road and down into the river.
It was not Billy's eyes which brought the emotion choking to their throats as they looked at him, however. One of the waitresses expressed the feeling they got looking at him laying there perhaps best.
"It was eerie," she said. "It was almost supernatural. He seemed to be smiling."
