The dog stood very, very still. Laura guessed that he had done this with his mistress before, and that he really enjoyed it and had learned that the best way of being sure of getting this pleasure was to be very obedient and well behaved.
Suddenly, a sort of shock seemed to run through the animal, and then he started barking very loudly. The look of ecstasy on Linda's face told Laura that the dog was coming, and so was his mistress.
FOREWORD
This story speaks of the forbidden sex between humans and animals. Such sexual behavior is somewhat uncommon, but really not all that rare. The sexual revolution that began in earnest in the mid 1960s and which continues in full swing today has brought with it a tidal wave of new insight into all sexual matters, common and uncommon.
One does not have to approve or condone such sexual practices as mate swapping, sadomasochistic behavior, sex between mature men and women and children, bestiality and one hundred and one other bizarre sexual acts, to realize that they are being practiced.
We live in a very complex emotional and sensual society. Things were not meant to be so complex, but human emotions, of which sexual drives are among the very strongest, have made it that way.
In all areas of expression, the arts, recreation and in the academic fields, modern man and woman is seeking greater self-expression. The sexual revolution has opened the flood gates for greater sexual awareness and sexual gratification.
What was once taboo is now considered quite normal-witness the type of magazines and books that are available on every street corner in this land. The motion picture screen now explores sexual and violent subjects once considered unthinkable for mass market distribution. Even the good old "boob tube" has seen some startling changes during the mid 1970s.
True, television is still riddled with censorship, far more burdened than magazines, movies or books, yet the censorship of 1977 is of a lesser restriction than that of only a few seasons back.
The written word was first to be liberated by daring, freedom-loving writers, editors, publishers, distributors and book sellers. To them goes a lion's share of the credit in the eventual liberation of magazines, films and ultimately the home television screen.
We will not argue with well-meaning and dedicated psychologists who inform us that with new freedom comes new responsibility. It must be realized nothing comes totally free. A price has been paid in the past and must be paid in the future as well. Man can only utilize as much freedom as he is prepared to take responsibility for.
On the other hand, in practice as well as theory, it would seem to be the responsibility of the government never to infringe upon the individual's self expression and thirst for more knowledge. Unfortunately, this has not been the case even here in the "Land of the free."
It is important to bring all of man's pursuits, including his strong sexual drives, out into the open. In both a real-life case history study as well as through the medium of adult fiction, we are able to look objectively at a certain behavior trend, regardless of how disliked or even revolting it may appear to the general masses.
In this book, MOMMA & DAUGHTER'S DOG, we are illustrating through fiction such unnatural and bizarre sexual appetites. Here is a most unique mother and daughter relationship, and a sexual relation that includes "man's best friend," the dog. The "man's best friend" label actually doesn't really fit human being's most popular house pet. It could be argued that more women than men are attached to our canine friends. In large cities, as well as small towns across America, frightened women who have recently been raped, had their purse snatched or their home or apartment broken into, have turned to a trusty dog-usually a large one-for inhuman protection.
Sexual relationships between women and dogs are not too uncommon. Proof of such sexual behavior dates back to the time of the Roman
Empire, and chances are it goes back even further. It should be clearly stated here that history has thus far never recorded any society that fully condoned these human/animal relationships. On the contrary, only child molesting, extreme sadomasochistic behavior and some of the unearthly sexual behaviors have been found more contemptible.
Nevertheless, this sexual practice continues and may even be wider spread today than ever before.
For that matter, let us not condemn or prejudge, or condone. Let us simply observe. Let's discover why a woman or a man would turn to an animal for sexual gratification. In all probability then answers must come from those scholars deeply involved in the human behavioral sciences.
Still, every layman has the right to form his own conclusions.
It is hoped that this book, and others in our fictionalized sexual behavior series will cast still another ray of light on man's primitive desires.
On the surface, these books may appear to be published only for the adult reader's enjoyment and certainly that is our primary goal.
Beyond enjoyment, each book in this series does bring with it a new understanding of our human sexual realities, fantasies and powerful sexual desires.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
"You don't mind doing this, do you, darling?"
"No," Laura said. "I'm looking forward to it."
That wasn't strictly speaking the truth. Laura really didn't want to go through with her appearance on the runway of the Art Burlesk House. But she knew that her husband Jack would be disappointed if she changed her mind.
She wasn't sure why he wanted to have her strip off her clothes in front of a lot of other men and show them her tits and cunt. But there were a lot of things she didn't understand about her husband. All she knew was that if he wanted her to do something, she wanted to do it for him.
It was "amateur night" at the strip joint. A big sign outside invited "housewives, secretaries, college girls and any other willing and foxy females" to peel for the club's patrons.
"And now, ladies and gentlemen, the lovely Mrs. Laura Barton. Let's give her a big hand."
Laura climbed up onto the stage while the audience clapped. The lights blinded her. She had hoped that maybe the illumination would be subdued. But no such luck. The guys in the audience wanted to see pussy and tit, and that was what they were going to see, too, with the aid of some really powerful spots.
The emcee read a card that Laura's husband had given him, telling the audience that she was Laura Barton, 32, and that her measurements were 36-22-35.
"And as the audience knows," the emcee said, "this is one place where a girl can't fib about her measurements."
There was laughter from the audience as they gazed at Laura. They knew that soon they would be able to measure the size of her tits and hips with their eyes after she had taken off her clothes.
Laura's cheeks burned with embarrassment.
Why did her husband want her to humiliate herself like this. Why wasn't he satisfied with normal sex, like other men were?
And yet for some reason that she couldn't understand very well, her clit was starting to stiffen and throb, and she felt her nipples swell up against the tight fabric of her bra.
That made a better show for the boys, she thought as she felt the signs of her sexual arousal.
"Okay, Laura, take it away," the emcee said, and the Art Burlesk House's three-man combo lit into a tinny dance tune.
The rules of the game were that all the amateur contestants were required to wear street clothes. No spangles or g-strings for them. Just dress or pantsuit, bra, panties, stockings. That way the audience had a stronger feeling of getting to ogle someone else's wife or girlfriend, and that was what the fun was all about.
Laura started to wiggle her hips. She had a fine sense of rhythm. When she danced at parties, she was often complimented on the way she moved.
And even though she felt very ashamed at the fact that soon the unknown men in the audience would be feasting their eyes on her pink nipples-which were now swollen up to about three times their normal size-and her furry cunt-which now had little drops of female love juice glistening on the curly hair-the music started to get into her blood.
Laura felt the eyes gazing at her as she moved around the runway. She knew she was turning them on. She could imagine those pricks starting to cram up against the guys' pants. The thought made her nipples get even bigger and her clit throb even more frantically.
She moved more and more sensuously around the runway. Now she was running her hand up and down her body, squeezing her tits through the dress she wore. It was a very conservative dress, and that made the effect even more striking. Here was this woman dressed like a schoolmarm dancing like Mata Hari. She knew she was turning the guys in the audience on.
She gazed at her husband. She saw his eyes were glistening with excitement in the dark like a cat's. She didn't know why it turned him on like that to have her expose herself. But it sure did. She knew that when they got home he would be really frantic to stick that prick of his up her pussy and slide it back and forth on the slick cunt-walls until it exploded in pulsing male fury. The thought made her shudder a little in pleasure. Her husband was kind of weird in some ways, but there was no doubt of the fact that he really turned her on sexually.
The men in the audience looked like they were getting hornier and hornier. And that made Laura feel sexier and sexier. She had almost forgotten her shame now. The only thing that mattered at the moment was getting those countless pricks stiff and keeping them stiff. That was what she was on the stage for. That was what the management and her husband expected.
Well, it was time to give the kiddies something else to look at. She started to undo the buttons on the front of her dress. She was very slow about it. She really wanted those males to be gasping for breath.
If they wanted to see her tits and cunt, they were just going to have to wait. The feeling of her sexual power over those poor males erased all her feelings of shame. She was a sensuous female and really proud of it.
The buttons were undone to the waist now and she pulled the dress slightly open so that the men could gaze at her bra-covered tits. A glance into the audience told her that one guy was already so turned on by the act that he was squeezing his prick through the fabric of his pants.
"Can't wait, huh?" she said, licking her lips. Everyone turned in the direction of her gaze and laughed. She knew they'd all like to be squeezing their pricks too.
The music changed. It was slower and more sexy now. She pulled her tits over the top of her bra. They were still partly covered by the dress, which was open in front but which she hadn't taken off yet. As she twirled the men could see how the nipples were riding on top of the bra-cups.
Laura felt how her panties were really soaking wet now. They were so wet that they were actually chafing her cunt lips.
"I may need some Chapstick before the evening is over," she said to the men in the audience. There was another laugh.
She slipped the dress off her shoulders and let it slide to the floor. That way the men could get a really unobstructed view of her tits. They could see how swollen the proud nipples were with excitement. Laura put her fingers on them and pinched at the burning nubs.
"Oooooh," she purred, "that hurts, but it feels nice!"
Another glance in the direction of her husband told her that if she went on like this much longer he would probably be coming in his pants without even having to touch his prick. She realized that her slutty behavior on stage was fulfilling some deep secret fantasy of his.
She unhooked the bra and took it off, letting the tits flop free. Then she took the swollen globes in her hands and mashed them against each other and against her chest. Her hands rubbed in circles against the swollen globes, which were almost sore they were so bloated with excitement.
She pinched the nipples really hard, so that they really hurt. She didn't know why, but that turned her on even more. And the woman knew that the more she was able to turn herself on, the more she would be able to turn the men in the audience on. And the more she turned them on, the happier that would make her husband Jack.
"Owwwww!" she said, and there was a genuine tone of pain in her voice.
"But I like it," she added.
And then she said, "And you like it too, don't you, you lecherous males, you?"
The lecherous males all looked like they were about an inch away from losing all control, storming up onto the stage and raping her on the spot.
That would be one for her husband, she thought. The idea was kind of exciting.
She couldn't stop, though. She couldn't let up on the ritual of female seduction.
She sat down on a chair on the stage and pulled off one of her stockings. She slid it under the waistband of her panties and out the back. Then she sawed it back and forth across her cunt-lips. The men in the audience couldn't actually see the nylon stocking rub against her cunt, since the crotch of the panties was in the way, but they could sure as hell imagine how the garment was pressing against the wet, tender cuntflesh.
But if they couldn't see it, Laura could sure the fuck feel it. Her clit felt like it was going to explode. There was something so smooth and tantalizing about the feel of nylon against her most private, sexy female parts.
Mmmmm, I wouldn't trade being a female for anything in the world, she thought.
She imagined that men probably did enjoy themselves with their pricks, but she couldn't really see how they could have as much fun with them as she was able to have with her pussy.
It was time to let the audience have a little bit more. This time she pulled off the panties. She danced around in such a way that they could see the chestnut-brown "v" of hair in front, but couldn't see any of that luscious female flesh between her legs. She knew they were all ready to give a year off their lives for a look at her slick, wet pussy.
Around and around she danced, and then, without anyone suspecting it, she did a high kick right in the direction of the audience. For a second her whole pink crotch was totally exposed, but the kick had been so fast that most of the guys had missed the sight.
That would just make them hungrier for more, she thought.
Sure enough, the eyes really stayed glued on her hips and legs now as everyone waited for the next high kick. She noted with interest that the emcee hadn't been kidding when he said, "Ladies and gentlemen." In addition to the other amateur and contestants, there were some females in the audience who were there just to watch and who were clearly getting as big a kick out of the female-skin show as any of the men were.
Bang! Another high kick, but this time she held her leg up so that the audience could really get a good look at her twat.
"Like it, don't you, you lechers?" she said with a smile.
There was a bit of nervous laughter. No one had the nerve to reply, but it was really obvious that they all did like it.
Laura knew she was really two women in one. A rather shy, modest girl, and a real bitch-in-heat when the barriers were down. And the bitch-in-heat part of her was what was in charge now.
"Nice and moist, isn't it?" she said to the audience. "I bet you'd like to get your tongues on it."
She whirled around some more, and then started rubbing her fingers against her twat. A glance at the manager of the house showed that he was a bit nervous. She was going even farther than most of his professional strippers. But the audience loved it, and he sure didn't want to bust up a good thing.
Laura had just meant to fake masturbation. But as she felt those smooth, silky fingers of hers on her soaking wet pussy she lost control of herself. She knew that she had to keep kneading and touching that flesh until she came. She just had to make herself come, even if everyone in the world was watching her.
So the fake masturbation became real masturbation as her fingers pressed back and forth on the crinkly pink cuntskin. The cunt juice was really oozing out now, so that her fingers were glistening wet. She held them up to the light so that everyone could see how wet they were, and then she sucked them.
She saw the audience was riveted. At first they had thought she was just faking masturbation like strippers sometimes do. That she was pretending to feel pleasure when she was just wondering what to cook for dinner that evening. But then they sensed that it was real. That this lithe, lovely young female on the state was really teasing and tormenting her pussy to a come right in front of their hungry eyes.
Laura felt little rings of fire burn their way up her spine as her muscles got tighter and tighter. She had her fingers up her pussy and could tell how her twat was clutching around them like it sometimes clutched at her husband's prick when he was fucking her.
"Oohhhh! Aahhhhh! Ohhh!" she moaned.
She was too far gone to notice the sweat that was standing out on the manager's head. That was partly because he was worried about what would happen if there was an undercover cop in the audience. But it was also because he was a straight male, and like all the other males in the audience, he was just about to cream in his pants at the sight of Laura beating herself off in public.
Laura's mouth was hanging open now, and her tongue running back and forth along her lower lip. She felt how she was getting closer and closer to her come. It wouldn't be long now ... Just a few more seconds...
And then all of a sudden she was coming. Her thumb brushed almost by accident against her clit, and bingo! That was all it took. Her body literally exploded with the force of the orgasm that ripped through it.
The audience saw how her shoulders heaved and how her hips rotated with excitement as one pulsing wave of come-joy after another washed through her slender frame. They also saw how she was pressing her fingers against her cunt as hard as she could, so as to wring every ounce of pleasure out of that foxy young female body of hers.
"Uh! UHHH! UHHHHH!" she groaned, and everyone knew that wasn't faked. Her shoulders gave another convulsive shudder and then it was over.
She stood on the stage gasping for breath, gazing out at the sea of eager faces trained up at her. Her fingers were still on her pussy.
The house erupted in a roar of applause. All the other amateur strip acts so far had been really timid, with one girl not even removing her panties. And none of the females had been a tenth as pretty as Laura. It was clear that she was the winner by a mile.
But her face was turning redder and redder. She had beaten off on stage in a kind of intoxication. But now that the come-need had drained out of her she was only aware of one thing-that she was standing naked in front of a bunch of strange men who were leering at the way she held her hand against her pussy.
She stepped quickly down from the stage, gathering up her clothes as she did so. She pulled them on as fast as she could, but before she had time to get more than her panties and bra back on the emcee was calling her back onto the stage for a bow.
There was no way she could refuse, but standing in the klieg lights she felt more ashamed than she ever had at any moment in her life. All the sexiness was gone. There was just humiliation.
Why had Jack made her do this, she wondered.
But in the car ride home, he said, "Laura, you were unbelievable. I don't think I've ever been happier in my life."
She wanted to ask him why it made him happy to have his wife displayed like a whore for all the world to see. But she didn't. She didn't want to put him in an embarrassing position by asking a question for which he might not have the answer.
Besides, he was pleased with her, and that was all that counted.
She placed her hand over on his crotch. Sure enough, she could feel the massive lump made by his prick in his pants.
That was enough reward for her. She knew that as soon as they got home he was going to just about fuck her brains out with that massive tool of his, and she couldn't wait. She felt how her clit was pulsing and throbbing with excitement. It was true that she had had a come just a little while before. But it was also true that the kind of come she could give to herself was never anything compared with what she got from her husband.
Laura pulled down the zipper of his cock so that she could get a better look at it. It was dark in the car, but there was a map-light on the dashboard, and she turned it on. She saw the smile on her husband's face. She knew he liked having his wife admire his prick, just as he liked having her exhibited on stage.
The cock was about seven and a half inches long, and really thick, too. But as far as Laura was concerned, the most exciting feature was the big, fleshy knob on the end of it. She knew how sensitive that knob was.
She bent over and started to lick the end of the prick, teasing the piss-and-come hole with the tip of her tongue. At first she had planned to wait until they got home so that she could have his first come right in her box. But she knew that his second come was just as good as the first, and they lived a long way out into the suburbs.
Her tongue danced lightly over the tip of his prick.
"Hey, if you keep that up I may end up crashing the car," her husband said as she continued to tease his prick.
"Mmmmmm, what a way to go."
She didn't care about being in a car-crash or anything else as long as she could keep on licking that cock of Jack's.
The cock was as stiff as a broom handle now, and it seemed to get even stiffer with every second that she licked it. The thing was really glistening with saliva. She slid her lips over the end of it so that she could suck it.
Her clit was already all hard and throbbing, and feeling that dork in between her lips was almost enough to make her come. She loved to have her body stuffed full of manmeat. That was what being a woman was all about as far as she was concerned.
Her own sex organ was demanding attention, though, and she slid a hand up her dress so that she could push the folds of soggy panty-fabric against her cunt. She wiggled her hips on the seat of the car as she continued to work over her twat.
The look on her husband's face told her how amused he was by the idea that anyone passing him on the road would just think he was an ordinary motorist, while at that moment he was getting a fine blowjob from a horny female!
Her lips slid faster and faster along his shaft. She was trying to give him something of the same kind of feeling he got when he slid his dork up inside her cunt.
The ballsack was pulled up against the root of the cock as hard as it could go. She squeezed the wrinkled flesh with her fingers and even dug her fingernails into it. She felt him wince, but she knew that he liked that.
She moved her lips all the way down the length of the shaft so that she could feel the head of the cock resting inside her throat. That always turned her on. Of course, it made breathing kind of difficult. But so what? What was breathing compared to the pleasure of having some good, hard prick rammed all the way into her body?
Her body shivered. The pressure of her thumb and fingers on the delicate labia was getting her right up to the edge of her come. It was a good thing that it felt like he was going to come too. She and her husband engaged in plenty of oral sex. And as a result, she was good at reading a prick-at telling from the way it felt in her mouth just how close it was to its come.
At that moment she felt the cock give an extra little stiffening, even though it was already about as stiff as a board, and she knew that it was getting ready to fire.
Splat! A gob of sperm gushed against the back of her throat, followed by another, and another, and another as he fired and fired, unloading the contents of those tight balls of his into her pussy.
She sucked on his prick for all she was worth, trying to draw every last drop of jism out of the gushing cock. And at the same instant she took her tender clit between the thumb and forefinger of her right hand and really pinched them.
It felt like he was kicked between the legs by a mule when the first come-shock plowed into her, followed by another, and another, and another. Her lips writhed and wriggled on the vinyl car seat as she came and came.
And all the while she felt that cock of his keep on gushing. There was jism everywhere, it seemed between her teeth and her lips, under her tongue, trickling down her throat-and still he kept on firing.
Then he was done. He relaxed against the back of the car-seat as his cock gave a final little shiver and was then still. Laura felt her own come wash out of her. She kept on playing with her pussy for a while, and then eased her fingers off of it.
She took her mouth off of his cock carefully so that she wouldn't spill any of the precious man-juice. Then she drank the stuff down, giving a little shiver of pleasure as she felt how it glided down her throat into her stomach.
"Well timed," her husband said. She peered over the dashboard of the car and saw that they were turning into their driveway. All they had to do was get rid of the baby-sitter who was looking after their little daughter Sally, and then they could get on with the fucking. Laura could hardly wait. And even though she still felt humiliated by the memory of the exhibition she had made of herself on the stage of the Art Burlesk House, somehow the memory of that humiliation made her feel even sexier.
That was something she didn't understand. But she knew there wasn't any need for her to understand it as long as she could have her husband's big prick up her hot little box.
CHAPTER TWO
Laura was just about dancing up and down with impatience while her husband paid the fourteen-year-old baby-sitter.
She wished he would hurry up. Sucking his prick in the car had just gotten her even hotter for a taste of that cock up her cunt. Sure, finger-fucking was okay as a substitute. But it sure couldn't beat the real thing. Even now the thought of what it would be like to have her tight little pussy pushed apart by that big, rampaging male tool had her almost coming. She felt how drop after drop of cunt-juice was oozing out of her pussy. Her panties were already soaked from the car ride, but now some of the moisture was starting to dribble down the inside of her right thigh.
For a moment she was afraid that the babysitter would notice it. But then Laura found herself hoping that the child would notice. Laura felt proud of the fact that she was a woman who could be turned on by a man. The prudishness she sometimes felt was giving way to the other side of her character again. She almost wanted to scream at the baby-sitter, "Get out of here, you little bitch. I want to get my husband's prick up my cunt!"
Finally the girl was gone, and her husband was almost literally ripping her clothes off. She felt two of the buttons on her dress pop. It had really turned the men in the strip joint on when she had opened them so slowly and carefully. But her husband couldn't wait to get his hands on her tits.
"Fuck me, darling," she purred. She wasn't even afraid of the possibility of her little daughter waking up and seeing what they were doing.
Fucking was just exactly what her husband had in mind. Jack fumbled with the fastening at the back of her bra and finally got it open. Laura could never understand why men had such a hard time doing something simple like unfastening a bra.
That didn't matter though. All that mattered was that Jack had his fingers on her tits and was squeezing and molding them with his fingers so hard that they almost hurt. Her nipples swelled up more and more against the palms of his hands, which he rubbed hard against the pulsing milk-spouts.
She ground her ass-cheeks against the carpet in excitement. Bolt after bolt of come-need went shooting up her spine. She could hardly breathe.
"Give me your cock!" she gasped. She put her fingers on his zipper and tugged it down. The cock punched out hard against the white fabric of his underpants.
She worked the underpants down off the cock too, and the thing was able to expand to its full size, bobbing as it did so.
Those fingers of Jack's were all over her tits, pushing and mashing the smooth flesh.
"Nhggggg!" she cried. He was really kind of hurting her but she didn't mind one little bit.
It wasn't just her tits that were getting male attention now, though. One of his hands was on her crotch, pressing her panties against the sweltering cunt lips. She shuddered with pleasure. It hadn't been long since she had felt her cunt to a come. But having her own fingers on her pussy was nothing like having a man's there.
Jack pulled the panties down, and Laura felt a breath of cool air on her steamy twat. She could not believe how hot and bothered she felt. Her whole body felt like it was wound in knots, and that the only thing that could untie it would be to come!
She squeezed the cock and realized from the way it responded that she would have to be careful about how she handled it or she would be coming right away.
She felt Jack's weight as he got on top of her, ready to thrust his dick into her.
"Let me have it! Let me have that big, beautiful cock of yours," she moaned.
It looked like she was happy to oblige. She felt the top of the prick rub against her pussy lips. That was almost enough to bust her cookies right then and there.
"Uhhhh!" she sighed, wriggling her body on the floor.
Just the head of the cock went sliding into her. The rest of it was still outside her warm, wet love hole.
"Give me all of it," she gasped, but her husband enjoyed teasing her. He worked his hips so that she could feel how the head of the cock seemed to rub in one direction and then the other against the delicate wet, pink folds at the entrance to her twat.
Then he shoved on all the way in with a good, hard thrust that buried his cock up to the hilt. He rested for a second so that he could feel his hard male presence inside her vulnerable womanhood.
She felt her chest rise and fall with excitement, pressing against his chest. She loved being filled up with good, hard cock. Loved the feeling of having a man totally possess her body with his dork. She wished that her husband Jack could just leave that prick of his inside her forever.
Then she felt the cock go sliding out of her pussy, going very, very slowly.
like always, she felt a moment of panic. Was he going to take his cock all the way out of her? Was he going to leave her soaking, steamy pussy unsatisfied?
Out ... out ... out ... Soon, just the head of the cock was all that was left inside her anymore. And he paused, without doing anything, to give her more time to be afraid of his taking his cock all the way out.
But then she felt the hard tool slide back into her, gliding between the tight, wet walls of her pussy like a snake.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" she moaned.
He was so slow and deliberate about the way in which he rammed that dork into her. Inch by inch, while she thought that she would be coming at any second.
But her husband Jack was a master of getting women right to the brink of their comes and keeping them hanging there in suspense. Even though she was almost sure that she was about to bust her cookies, he was able to get his cock the rest of the way into her without her having come.
Then back out he went, slow as always ...
This deliberate, slow-motion kind of fucking always drove her straight out of her mind, and she loved it, just like she loved that massive dork of his that he rationed out to her a bit at a time.
His hands were still busy, kneading and teasing those tits of hers, driving her really out of her mind with the way that they pinched and fondled the pink nipples. The nipples were so big that she thought they might crack the skin at any second.
IN! Out! In! Out!
He was picking up speed now, really driving away inside her, really letting her have it with that big cock of his.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" she grunted in time to his thrusts. And her hips gave little counter-thrusts too. She didn't want to have that cock ever taken out of her pussy. She just wanted them to fuck and fuck and fuck forever...
She knew it wouldn't be long till she was coming, though. She felt her nerves get tied up in knots. She felt her muscles get tenser and tenser. Her shoulders shuddered under the weight of the big male body that was thrusting its cock into her helpless pussy.
"Please! Make me come! Make me come!" she moaned, tossing her head from side to side. She could feel how her hair was matted with sweat against her forehead. She felt little beads of perspiration trickle down her face. Her jaws were hanging open. Her eyes were glassy. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't think, she couldn't do anything at all except wait for her come...
The balls slapped against her as the cock rammed home again and again. There wasn't much left of the slow, deliberate motion he had started with. She could tell that he needed a come every bit as badly as she did.
Just a few more thrusts would do it ... just a few more...
ONE!
Two! Almost! Three!
Four! Right on the brink! She was hanging right on the fucking brink!
Five! And she was ... COMING! She felt her whole body pause for a second like a rowboat about to go over Niagara falls. And then over it went as all the wound-up, pent-up come need inside her let loose in a wild pussy-twisting, mind-blowing come, come, COME!
Her body tried to buck and heave under the weight of the male who lay on top of her, and her spasming, tortured cunt clutched frantically at the big dick that filled it as if to try and keep it from ever being taken away.
"UHHHH! I'm COMING! I'm COMINGGG!"
And so was he. The feeling of that pussy grabbing at his prick was all it took to get him over the top. She felt the cock fire a gob of sperm up into her, followed by another and another. It was his second shot, but that didn't matter. He had plenty of jism for her, just like he always did.
Cock! Cunt! Come! Come! Two bodies locked together, sex organs meshing, all their pent-up energy letting fly in a wild explosion of come-joy!
"Whewwww!" she gasped as the last spasm left her pussy and as his cock gave a final little quiver inside her and was then still.
She couldn't believe it was over. She could hardly believe that she was still alive. She couldn't think. She couldn't even tell for a moment who she was or where she was. All that she knew was that the room was spinning around her, and that her pussy felt very, very good.
Finally things started to come back to her. She gazed up at her husband's sweat-covered face. And she felt his cock inside her. It was still very hard. This was his second come of the evening, but that didn't matter. His cock still felt very hard.
He pulled it out of her, and she gave another little sigh. She couldn't believe how totally fucked-out she felt. She stared up at the ceiling and thought how wonderful it was to be a woman and have a nice, wet cunt that could feel lovely things like she had just felt.
Her husband was lying beside her playing with her tits. That kept the nipples from going soft. He had a really maddening way of teasing her breasts that she really loved. He would run the tips of his fingers very lightly in circles around the creamy white skin of the breasts. He would circle the fingertips in closer and closer to the nipples. The nipples would get harder and harder and more and more excited as they felt sure that any second he would be touching them.
Then, just as the tips of his fingers were running back and forth over the line that separated the pink of the aureola from the white of the rest of the tit, he would pull the fingers back again, leaving her shuddering with frustration. Then the game would start all over again.
It drove her out of her mind, but it also turned her on to beat hell. Her frustrated nipples were so big now that they actually hurt. And she liked that hurt. Her pussy was even wetter than before, too. She knew that whenever he decided to stick that cock of his back inside her she would be ready for it.
And she knew that one reason he was so hot was that he had seen her dance naked on the stage of the strip joint. Before she had been ashamed. But now that she was so wound up and horny she felt proud of the way she had been able to get the men in the audience worked up. The men and the women ... She wondered vaguely what it would be like to make love to a woman. Maybe someday he would tell her to do that. And then she would do it, just like she did everything else that he told her.
But at the moment she was dealing with a male, not with another woman. One glimpse of that hard rod there at his hips told her that.
"Get up on your hands and knees," he said.
She did so, expecting to have the head of his cock press into her cunt.
But instead she felt it push against her ass-hole. She was going to get a rear entry job.
She gave a little nervous shudder. She knew how tight she was there, and he hadn't lubricated his cock with hand-cream like he sometimes did when he butt fucked her.
But she also found herself breathing in short, excited little gasps. She remembered how good being butt fucked by that big cock of his had felt in the past.
Sure enough, that was what he was planning to do to her. He pressed the cock even harder. She felt her sphincter start to yield. It was tight with nervousness though. He was going to have to really shove to get his dork up her tailpipe.
And then he did shove, and shove hard, so that her ass-hole's resistance didn't have a chance. Instead the cock just went gliding up into it, totally taking possession of this part of her body, too.
He paused so that Laura could feel the pressure of his cock up her butt. It was a good feeling.
There was only a little distance inside her body between the ass-hole and the cunt. That meant the cunt was getting some stimulation too.
Then he started working his cock back and forth inside her.
Man, was that ever tight, she thought. But she liked it. The tightness just made her feel more like he owned her. She knew that she had a kind of passive nature, at least where her husband was concerned.
He had his hands on her tits, of course. The way she was on all fours her tits were hanging heavily away from her body. She always liked that feeling. There was something very feminine about it. It really reminded her of the fact that she had tits, and there weren't many things in the world more feminine than having tits, as she well knew.
He took hold of the nipples and pulled the breasts in different directions. Then he let go so that they swung back together again.
That almost hurt, but she liked it. As far as she was concerned, he had a right to do anything he damn well liked with those breasts of hers.
Then he mashed them against her chest before letting them flop down again.
"Ooooh," she gasped. And all the while, that cock of his was plunging away inside her tailpipe, really taking possession of her. Somehow she thought of her ass-hole as the most intimate part of her body, and the fact that he had his cock there meant that Jack owned her body and soul-which was just exactly how she liked it.
Her cunt was screaming for attention though. Her ass-hole and tits were getting plenty of action, and that made her labia feel jealous. They wanted some attention, too.
He seemed to sense this. Laura felt one of his hands go sliding down her chest and belly until it cupped her crotch. The fingers pressed against the crinkly, excited cunt lips.
"Oooooh!" she purred as she felt how the fingertips rubbed back and forth across the tender female skin.
Her hips gyrated with excitement, but that didn't keep him from thrusting his dick into her again and again.
He worked his fingers up into her vagina and pressed them against the back of her love tunnel, so that part of her body was caught in the pressure between his cock up in her ass-hole and his fingers in her cunt.
Her shoulders shuddered with excitement. She felt how her breath was coming in short gasps in time to his cock-thrusts...
"Please! Please! PLEASE!"
She couldn't believe how horny she felt. She had to come! She just HAD to come!
Then he pulled his cock out good and slowly. She guessed that he was right on the brink of his come and wanted to make his thrust a really good one.
Back ... back ... back ... Soon just the head of his cock was still inside her.
Then he shoved back in again, really hard and really slow, while her whole body quivered with come-need.
At the instant that he thrust the cock in all the way to the hilt, she felt him press his thumb right against her quivering clit!
WHAMMMM! The come burst inside her like a landmine! Her hips twisted under his grasp as she came and came, all her female love-need blazing away in a series of one explosion after another.
And while it did she could feel how his cock was discharging its load into her, filling her ass-hole up with come juice while the fingers kept right on teasing her vulnerable breasts and pussy.
"UHHHH! Can't stand it! Can't! Can't! Can't! CAN'T!"
And then it was over, and Laura gasped for breath like a beached whale. The cock slid slowly out of her butt and her husband lowered her onto the carpet.
She lay there panting, pressing her cheek against the carpet pile while her husband stroked her smooth buttocks.
"Darling ... darling..." she finally gasped, "that was just outasight..."
"But you know there are other things I could do that you would like even more," he said.
"Like what?"
"Just get your breath. I'll tell you later."
Laura really was burning with curiosity. She kept asking Jack what he had in mind. But he kept saying, "Later ... later..."
Finally they were in bed together, getting ready to go to sleep.
"Please, dear," she said, "what were you referring to?"
"Well," he said, "the more excited I am the better time I can give you, right?"
"Right," she said, though she couldn't imagine how he could possibly give her a better time than she had just gotten from him.
"Well, that means that we should do something that would give me even more excitement."
"Namely."
"I'd love to see you fucked by another man," he said.
"Another man?" Laura was astonished. She could hardly believe that he was serious.
"Have you ever had a better fuck than the one I just gave you tonight."
He was very patient. She always felt like he was a schoolteacher talking to a slow pupil at times like these. But she didn't really mind. She figured that he always knew better than she did.
"No, I guess not," she admitted. She had had plenty of good fucks from him, but the action she had gotten this evening had really been extra good.
"Well, that was because I watched you masturbate on the stage of the Art Burlesk House."
Laura blushed in the darkness. But she knew it was true. She knew that showing her tits and cunt to the other men in the audience had gotten her husband turned on so that he had really performed like a lion.
"So if I can watch another man stick his prick in that pussy of yours, I'll be able to give you the best fuck you've ever had.
Laura was satisfied with the fucking she was getting already. But if her husband wanted her to fuck with another man, she knew what her answer should be.
"All right, dear. I trust you," she said.
CHAPTER THREE
Laura had to admit to herself that Hank La-Verne was a pretty good-looking guy. And his wife wasn't so bad, either.
They were the couple that she and Jack were going to "swing" with that evening. This was to be her first experience with group sex. She felt nervous and embarrassed. But she also felt excited. The idea of having that prick of Hank's up her wet pussy while her husband watched really turned her on.
She wasn't sure just how Jack had made Hank and Linda's acquaintance. She figured that wasn't any of her business.
"Who wants to go first?" Hank asked. For both of the men, watching their wives get fucked by another man was a big thrill. So they wanted to take turns to make watching easier. It's pretty hard to watch someone fuck your own wife while your cock is shoved smack up another woman's cunt.
"I'm really eager to see you and Laura in action," Hank's wife Linda said.
The way she said that made it sound like she was more eager to see Laura in action than she was to see her husband. Laura felt nervous as she gazed at Linda. The woman projected a definite bisexual quality.
Hank was eager to get his prick in action, so he asked Laura if she had any objection to them starting off the show.
"No," she said in a timid little voice. It was just like the time at the strip joint. She hadn't gotten all hot and bothered yet, which meant that her natural shyness had the upper hand. She felt really embarrassed about the idea of fucking in front of other people. And the idea of fucking with a man other than her husband Jack seemed pretty odd to her, too.
But there wasn't any backing out now. She knew she would just make herself ridiculous if she told the others that she had changed her mind. Again, it was like the Amateur Night at the Art Burlesk House.
Hank ran his fingers gently up and down her right cheek. It was just the lightest kind of touch, but somehow it made her clit tingle. Laura was shy, but she was also the kind of female whose body turned on at the drop of a hat. She felt her clit start to tingle with excitement. She was still dressed, which meant that she still had her panties on. And those panties were getting wetter and wetter. At first it was just a little spot of moisture that she felt against her tender pussy lips. But it spread and spread until the whole crotch of her panties really felt squishy with her female love-juices.
Hank's fingers Were on the crotch of the panties now, sort of working the fabric up into her tight cunt. She wriggled her hips with excitement.
"Mmmmmm," she purred. Already her shyness was starting to leave her. She was starting to turn from timid young housewife to a tigress.
And Hank sure knew how to help the transformation along. He rubbed the soggy nylon back and forth along her cunt lips, until she felt like her spine was glowing red-hot. Her hips shuddered with excitement.
His mouth was on hers. She felt his tongue slide between her lips. To her that was almost stranger than having his hand on her cunt. For her kissing was the real symbol of love. But the tongue felt good. It pressed against her own tongue, which instantly started to respond like it had a will of its own. Soon the tongues were dancing back and forth, pulling and pushing on each other in the confines of their mouths.
Hank had a hand on her tits, too, and was squeezing the soft female flesh through her dress and bra.
All the while, she knew, her husband was watching the man feel her body and turn her on. The idea really got to her. Her clit started to throb like a toothache. The exhibitionism that she kept buried deep in her soul started to surface again.
She felt Hank's fingers pull the soggy nylon of her panties away from her sweltering cunt. That felt good. The material had started to chafe. Now there was nothing between her vulnerable female skin and his fingers.
He knew that and took advantage of the fact, too. She felt the fingertips go sliding up the inside of her thigh. Then they pressed against her cunt lips. He even grazed her clit with his thumb. That nearly made her come right then and there. She felt a shock run through her body. She managed to keep herself from going over the brink, though. She didn't want to come so soon, even though she could usually manage one orgasm after another. She knew that somehow the first come was always the best, and she wanted to save that for when Hank had his cock up her pussy.
He had her dress undone, and he worked it off of her. Then he got the bra unfastened, doing the job a lot more smoothly than Jack usually managed it.
That meant that her tits were now every bit as exposed and helpless as her cunt. Her most female flesh was entirely at his mercy. And she loved the feeling. For her, being defenseless and helpless was the same thing as being female.
He wormed his fingers up her pussy. She gasped again.
Did this guy know how to work twat, or what, she thought. She gazed in the direction of her husband. He had a hand under Linda's skirt and was playing with her crotch, but both of them were watching the action. Their turn would come. Laura saw the excited gleam in her husband's eyes, just like she had seen it at the strip joint. She knew that for some reason nothing turned him on more than having her taken or lusted after by another man.
And now she was so hot that all her shyness had just dropped away from her. All she knew was that she liked being on display. She liked flashing her stuff in front of other men while her husband watched. She liked to have her husband see another man's hand knead her tits or cup her crotch. She gazed in the direction of her husband's crotch. Sure enough, his cock was making a real tent under it.
Hank's cock was making quite a tent in his pants, too, and Laura figured that it was her duty to do something about that. After all, she didn't want to be totally passive and let him do all the work.
Not that she was sure one could call something as much fun as feeling up a prick like Hank's work.
She had the zipper down quickly, and soon she was squeezing the meaty dork between her fingers.
She felt how Hank was trembling under her touch. She had this male really gasping for excitement now. Just like the men in the strip joint. That gave her that feeling of sexual power that she had found so intoxicating then.
Hank soon got all the rest of her clothes off except for the garter belt and stockings that she was wearing. Then he pressed her shoulders down against the carpet and got aboard.
Jack and Linda didn't want to miss any of the action. They got off of the sofa and placed their faces within a few inches of her crotch so that they could catch every detail as Hank thrust his whanger into her.
She felt the tip of the thing press against her labia. She looked at the spectators. Of the two of them, Linda seemed the most excited. No question about it. She would like to make love to Laura. Laura wasn't sure how she felt about that. Of course, if it was what her husband wanted...
She didn't have much time to speculate about that, though. She felt the big cock go sliding on into her pussy, totally possessing her. Hank buried the thing to the hilt, and that meant that the head of it was pressing against the entrance to her womb. No question about it, Hank had an even longer prick than Jack's, and she had always thought that Jack's was pretty long.
Then Hank started bucking away in her, driving his cock back and forth with fast, hard strokes. Apparently he didn't believe in starting slowly and gaining speed as the tension mounted. He just wanted to get those rocks of his off inside her as fast as he could.
And he was getting her worked up pretty damn fast, too.
Every time that cock of his shoved in or pulled out she felt how it pulled her labia across her throbbing clit.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" she groaned in time to the strokes.
And her husband still had his face close to the action, watching every detail as the other man plunged his cock into his wife's most private, feminine opening, or as he pulled it out again.
Laura felt something gentle on her hand. Then she realized that it was the pressure of Linda's hand stroking her own.
That felt good somehow. Laura had never noticed any Lesbian feelings in herself. But in this weird context of fucking in public that gentle motion of Linda's hand against her own felt really fine.
In! Out! In! Out!
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Laura could hardly think straight. She knew that her pussy felt better than she could ever remember it feeling. She knew that it would only be a couple more seconds until that massive hunk of manmeat that was buried too deep inside her started to spew its load of jism up into her.
Her back muscles got tighter and tighter. It was almost as if her back was going to break unless something relieved the strain...
Hank's hands squeezed and mashed her tits. He wasn't being very gentle with them, but that didn't matter to her. She didn't even want him to be gentle. The way in which her nipples were swollen up to about four times their normal size and aching with excitement told her just how well he knew how to work tits.
"I've got to come! Got to! Got to!" she sighed. "Please! Please!"
But it seemed that Hank knew that when a woman screams and begs for a come that doesn't always mean that she wants to have the luscious torture stop...
So he kept her hanging right on the brink. Every time that cock pulled way, way out until the whole glistening shaft was outside of her, every time that it shoved on in like a battering ram until the tip of it pressed against the mouth of her womb, she was sure that she was going to come. But every time-he left her hanging fire while she got hotter and hotter and more and more frantic.
Then she felt lips on hers. They were Linda's lips. Linda was kissing her, sending her tongue pressing against Laura's tongue, and all Laura knew was that she liked the feeling. There was something too gentle about the way Linda was kissing her...
She felt Hank's cock pull slowly back, inch by inch until just the head of the thing was left inside her. He paused for a second, and then thrust home again.
One fourth of the way in ... half way in ... three fourths ... WHAMMO!
Just as the tip of the cock pressed against the entrance to her womb she felt it start to fire, sending its stream of warm male sperm gushing into her.
The cock quivered and trembled inside her pussy, and that was enough to get her over the top. For a second her whole body seemed to go numb, and then feeling flooded back into it as she started to come, and come, and come!
Her hips bucked under the weight of the big man who was lying on top of her as their sex organs unloaded all their pent up tension in perfect unison!
And all the while those painted lips of Linda's were pressing against her own lip stick painted lips. It was outasight!
Hank rested with his cock inside her cunt for a while, but she didn't feel it start to go soft in any way. It was pretty obvious that Hank was a two-shot man, and that she would be getting some more of that cock of his inside her pussy before the evening was out. Well, she was pretty happy with what she had gotten so far.
Now it was Linda and Jack's turn to do their stuff while Laura and Hank watched. Laura had thought that she would have her choice of what position to watch the action from, but that was before she felt Hank's strong wrists grab her hands and force them behind her back.
"A girl as pretty as you should always be in bondage," Hank said. That's rule number one of female appearance: a girl never looks better than when she's in bondage!
Laura had hardly heard of bondage, but she didn't have very long to wait to find out what it was. Hank had taken off his necktie when he undressed, of course, and he now picked it up off the floor and used it to knot her wrists behind her back. Then he sort of twisted her hair behind and tied the necktie to that. The result was that her head was thrown rather painfully back. He placed her on her stomach, but with her head held back in this fashion, she could still get a good view of what was going on.
'That's the way to treat 'em," Jack said and got his own necktie. Soon the struggling Linda was bound. He placed her on her knees with her cheek resting on the carpet. That meant that her cunt was totally vulnerable and exposed to anything that he might want to do to it.
Laura looked with interest at Linda's cunt. It was the first time she had ever gotten a good look at another woman's cunt. In fact, since she had never used to a mirror on her own, it was the first chance she had had to see what a cunt really looked like.
Soon though, her husband had his lips against the other woman's pussy and was licking it. Laura watched fascinated as she saw her husband's tongue slide back and forth across Linda's wet pussy. The pussy was getting wetter and wetter with every instant, too. Laura was close enough so that she could actually see the cunt juice come oozing out of it. Of course, her husband was licking up the cunt juice as fast as he possibly could, but that didn't change anything. She just produced more than he could lick up.
His hands were on her tits, too, rubbing them against her chest and pulling on the nipples.
That really turned her on. She wished that she had his hands on her nipples. Although the sight of Linda's naked body had her pretty fascinated, she was basically straight by orientation. So what really got her clit a-tingling was the sight of her husband as he worked Linda over.
Finally it looked like Jack had had enough of tonguing Linda. He shoved his cock into her instead and rammed it home again and again with such force that Laura could see Linda's cheek slide on the carpet with every thrust.
I'll bet she gets carpet burns that way, Laura thought.
She knew though that even if Linda did, she wouldn't mind. Carpet burns on the cheek was a pretty small price to pay for getting the kind of fucking that Laura knew her husband was dishing out to her.
Hank was pretty turned on by the sight too, and he kept on playing with Laura's cunt. Laura felt how her own twat was getting wetter and wetter with every second that went by. She was going to need some action down there between the legs, and she was going to need it very soon.
Laura saw her husband drive his cock way, way into Linda, and then she saw the two of them tremble and shake together as they came. Just looking at them was almost enough to get her off herself, particularly with the way that Hank kept teasing and tormenting that poor little pussy of hers.
Her husband pulled his cock out of Linda's twat, and Laura saw how it was glistening wet with its own spunk and with Linda's love juices.
"Well," Hank said, "are you thinking of the same thing for an interlude that I am."
"You bet," Jack replied. And before Linda knew it, she had been dragged around so that her face was between Linda's legs. And Linda's face was between her own. She could feel Linda's breath on her own moist cunt lips.
"You know what they say," Jack said. "Girls, will be girls!"
Hank laughed.
At first Laura was kind of turned off by the idea. It has never occurred to her to have lesbian sex, and she wasn't sure that she wanted to start now.
"What do you do if she doesn't want to cooperate?" Hank asked Jack.
"Beat the living daylights out of her with my belt," Jack said. He said it in a very matter-of-fact tone, but Laura realized with a start that he meant every word of it. Her husband had never laid a finger on her in anger before, but she sensed that if she didn't perform for his amusement with Linda, he would indeed give her a strapping with that big belt of his.
Suddenly, she felt the lightest pressure on her cunt lips. She realized that that was Linda touching her gently, lovingly with her tongue tip.
That really felt pretty nice, to Laura's surprise. Maybe there was more to this business than she had thought.
There was that pressure again! This time the tip of the tongue ran up and down the length of her pussy, almost touching her clit but not quite. It was as if Linda knew that to touch Laura's supersensitive clit would be enough to get her off again.
Almost without her intending to do so, Laura sent her own tongue pressing against Linda's cunt. It was a sort of automatic response to the nice things that Linda was doing with her own pussy.
The feeling of that velvety, yielding pussy-flesh there against her tongue was strange, but sort of nice. And the taste of the pussy-juice was interesting too. She had sometimes tasted her own ... like when she masturbated on the stage of the strip joint-but she noticed that Linda's pussy-juice tasted slightly different.
I wonder if we women all have a special flavor of our very own? she thought.
She had to admit to herself that she was enjoying licking Linda's twat now, just like she was enjoying having her own twat licked by that delicate tongue of Linda's.
Linda sent her tongue gliding into Laura's pussy, rubbing the tip of it back and forth across the wet cuntwalls. Laura did the same. She felt the tight pressure of Linda's pussy on her tongue, as if the other woman didn't ever want Laura to take her tongue away. Laura did, though, pulling her tongue quickly back in to her mouth so as to bring as much of Linda's luscious pussy-juice with it as she could. She then sent the tongue straight back for more.
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! Linda's tongue danced all over Laura's steamy pussy, sometimes coming really close to Laura's clit. Laura knew that the instant Linda touched her clit she would be coming, and it looked like Linda knew it too. No matter how close Linda's tongue came, it never quite touched the frantic little fun-button.
Laura knew that her husband was watching all of this closely. She knew that his face was right next to Linda's face so that he could catch every detail of how the other girl was licking her pussy into a frosty whirlpool of come-need.
She couldn't take much more of this. That tonguing of Linda's was driving her straight up the wall, and knowing that her husband was watching made her even more frantic.
Suddenly, she felt Linda's tongue brush right against her clit. She pressed her own tongue against Linda's clit, and for a split-second both females were licking away like mad on each other's pussies.
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!
Then the comes hit them both at the same time and hit them really hard, so that they exploded in a frantic burst of orgasmic super-nova energy.
The two lean female bodies writhed and wriggled together as they pressed their lips against each other's pussies and continued to nuzzle and kiss and lick while they came and came, and came.
Laura was still lying on the carpet trying to collect her thoughts when she felt her husband push Linda out of the way. It was obvious that watching another woman make love to his wife had gotten him cranked up to beat hell, and that cock of his needed some relief in Laura's pussy.
It was what she had really been waiting for all evening, and she felt the cock go ramming into her.
"Uhhh! Fuck me darling!" she puffed.
The cock was already bucking away frantically inside her twat, really letting her have it, really taking over as Jack buried it up to the hilt again, and again, and again...
Her body writhed and wriggled under him like a hooked fish and her cunt clutched frantically at his cock to try and keep him from ever pulling it out. But he did pull it out, again and again, before ramming it home once more.
"Please! Please! Please!"
She was too hot to even say that she needed a come. She couldn't speak. She couldn't think. She couldn't breathe. All she could do was wait for her lord and master to give her a come. Her hands were still bound behind her, and she pulled against her bonds. It was comforting to know that he had bound her. Comforting to know that he was in control.
Then the big cock was coming inside her, blasting away with one big gush of jism after another, and her pussy was responding, responding like it had never come before, like the pent up come-need of years was bursting loose all at once!
Later, that night, as she lay snuggled up to him in bed, she felt very contented and happy. She knew that there were certain aspects of her sex life that were kind of weird, but that didn't matter, as long as she and her husband were together.
They were going to be together exactly one more week.
CHAPTER FOUR
Laura was surprised when Hank and Linda LaVerne showed up for the next session the following week. What surprised her was that they didn't come alone.
"This is King," Linda said, patting the big dog on the head. King was a German shepherd, and obviously a purebred specimen. Everything about him, from his fine muzzle to his pointed ears and the alert look in his eyes told Laura that King was top quality merchandise.
But it didn't tell her what he was doing with them.
I would have thought they could have left him alone, Laura thought. It's not like he's a child. Her own child, Sally was sleeping over at a friend's house.
"Let's start off the evening with a little bondage and spanking," Hank said.
Laura gulped. She was a little nervous about the "spanking" part. But she remembered how good the bondage had felt the previous week. She figured that she should just go along with whatever her husband agreed to.
And it was obvious that he thought that a little bit of bondage and spanking would be just the perfect thing to start the evening's festivities off with.
This time the men got clothesline from the Laura's hands were tied tightly behind her and the line then passed over her shoulder so her hands then passed over her shoulders so that her hands were pulled sharply up, causing a considerable amount of discomfort at the shoulders.
"This is kind of painful," she said, looking pleadingly at her husband. She couldn't understand how he would get any pleasure from subjecting her to pain.
It was obvious that he wasn't interested in listening to her pleas, however. He stuffed a sock in her mouth and tied another sock around her head to keep the first one in place.
"Nghhhh!" That was the only sound that she could make, now that he had gagged her. She pulled against her bonds. No doubt about it, she was really helpless, all right.
Linda was done up in a similar way. Both females had their ankles bound, too.
Laura wondered if another rope would be passed to her head like the time before, but it wasn't. There was a good reason for that, as she was soon to find out. Her husband didn't want anything that might get in the way of his spanking hand.
He placed her over his knees and got ready to spank her. He wanted to do some other things first, though. Even though her legs were bound together it was possible for him to worm his fingers between them and play with the delicate cunt lips. Laura wriggled with humiliation and helplessness ... and also pleasure. Her clit throbbed with excitement, and she felt her nipples swell up like mad.
Mmmmm, maybe he'll just keep on doing this and forget about the spanking, she thought.
WHACKKK! No such luck. That was his hand coming down on her ass as hard as he could land it. She would have given a howl of pain except for the gag that was stuffed into her mouth, totally depriving her of the power of speech.
WHACKKK! WHACKKKK! WHACKKKKK!
She twisted on her husband's lap, trying to get out of the way of the blows. But it didn't do her any good. That hand of his just kept slamming and slamming into her tender ass.
Her cheeks were flaming red now. And her husband liked to bring his hand down again and again on exactly the same spot, until it was so raw and sore that she thought she would faint if he so much as laid a feather on it again. And then it wouldn't be a feather, but the palm of his hand that went slashing against the helpless flesh.
"I'm sorry the spanking is so light," he said. "Next time I'll use my belt."
It was obvious that he meant every word that he said, and that she could expect spankings to be a regular part of their sex life from then on.
But even though her ass was in agony, there was something sexy about being tied up and beaten like this by her man. She felt her clit get more and more excited. Her husband stopped lashing her ass for a second and wormed his fingers against her pussy lips. Then he pulled them out and showed them to her. As Laura looked at the fingers he was holding right in front of her eyes she could see that they were all glistening wet. Glistening wet from her pussy juice.
WHACKKK! WHACKKK! WHACKKK! There was that hand again. The bit with the pussy juice had just been an interlude, and now he was back at work on the serious business of turning her ass beet red.
She was sobbing now, tears rolling down her cheeks. Because of the gag she couldn't make any sound except a muffled gurgling.
WHACKKK!
And then it was over. That was the last spank. He took her off her knees and stood her upright again.
She felt him place a hand between her thighs and she tensed, expecting him to slap her there on that tender part of her body. But no, he was just motioning her to spread her legs.
She did so, still standing. He wanted to fuck her, but he didn't want to press her sore ass against the door. She felt so grateful for that she forgot that it was his fault that her ass was sore in the first place.
He stood in front of her and then he bent his knees, bringing the head of his cock down below the entrance of her twat. She felt his prick-tip press against her labia, and then, as he straightened up his knees, the cock went sliding into her pussy.
"Aghhh!" she gurgled again through the gag, which he had still left in. But if she hadn't been wearing the gag that gurgle would have been a sigh of pleasure instead of the howls of pain that the spanking caused.
He paused for a second so that she could enjoy the size of his cock as it rested immobile inside of her body. He was steadying her with his arms around her waist.
Then as he bent his knees she felt the cock go sliding back out again. Out it went until just the head of it remained inside, before driving on home again.
In ... out ... in ... out ...
There was a nice, easy rhythm to the way he was working that pussy of hers, and her whole body trembled with excitement. Her cunt held eagerly at the big male tool that was sliding back and forth inside it.
The cock bucked faster and faster, until her hips were really churning with come-need. She knew that just a little bit more of this would really have that pussy of hers exploding. Every time that cock pulled out or shoved back in again, she felt the cunt lips pull across the tingling labia.
And all the while his chest was pressing against the tender globes of her breasts, mashing them against her rib cage. She felt totally fucked and totally female.
Then he pulled out and rammed home again with all the strength he had. It was like he was going to bore right through her body. She felt her cunt clutch hard at the cock, and then the cock was coming inside her, really spewing away, really unloading that jism into the deep, secret recesses of her moist womanhood.
Her twat responded instantly, as wave after wave of female come-joy went rippling down it. She felt her whole body quiver with the orgasm that shot through her in pulse after pulse!
Then they were done and they both stood there for a while. Even that was his choice. She was just his bound and helpless captive, and that was exactly what she wanted to be. When he pulled the cock out at last, she felt the moisture of cunt juice and sperm come oozing out of her twat and down the inside of her right thigh.
Hank had finished fucking Linda, who had also gotten a hell of a sound spanking. The girls were untied and had their gags removed, and everyone had a drink. The men sat on the sofa. The girls preferred to stand. That wasn't surprising, since their asses were both a bright cherry red!
"I think it's time for the girls to do some more things to each other," Hank said, and Jack agreed. like Hank, he obviously enjoyed the sight of lesbianism.
Hank took a couple of dildoes from out of the briefcase that he had brought with him. He handed them to the two women.
"And if either one of you doesn't seem to be doing a great job," Jack warned, "she'll learn on her ass that we expect otherwise."
Laura knew she would never understand her husband. At times he was so gentle and considerate. But then there was this strange savage aspect of him that she saw from time to time. And she couldn't understand herself, either. Why did she love this man who seemed to enjoy humiliating her and punishing her.
The two women lay down on the carpet. It was obvious from the look on her face that Linda was really enjoying the idea of getting to use a dildo on Laura. As for Laura, she remembered how much fun she had had sixty-nining Linda and decided to keep an open mind, even though lesbianism wasn't really her bag.
Laura felt the hard plastic tip of the dildo press against her cunt lips. It was the first time that she had ever felt a dildo on her cunt. The cool hardness of the thing was so different from the way a prick normally felt.
Well, I guess I'd better repay her in kind, Laura thought.
She rubbed the tip of the dildo she held in her hand against Linda's pussy. The contented little sigh she got in reply told her that she must be doing something right.
Linda was sliding the top of the dildo faster and faster against her own pussy, and Laura was starting to respond. Her nipples and clit were hard again, for instance. Of course, she was such a hot female that it didn't really take a very great deal to get her nipples and clit hard.
She slipped the tip of her own dildo into the entrance of Linda's cunt and kind of worked the mouth of the cunt around in one direction and then the other.
She could see the muscles in Linda's thighs twitch and stiffen. She was really getting the other girl turned on.
And she was getting pretty turned on herself. She felt her breathing get slower and slower. She felt how little beads of sweat were starting to stand out on her forehead. She felt how her cunt was giving funny little contractions around the hard plastic rod that Linda was now working back and forth inside her pussy with a slow, steady rhythm.
She slid her own dildo up Linda's pussy, and both men watched closely as the plastic rods glided in and out of the two steamy pussies. The plastic was shiny to begin with, but now it was really gleaming from the cunt-juice that coated it.
The two women were writhing and wriggling around on the floor like fish as their cunts got more and more worked up from the motion of the hard plastic rods.
"They shouldn't call those things dildoes," she heard Jack say, "they should call them girl-pleasers."
"Yeah," Hank said. "I didn't realize until now that we men with our pricks are sort of replaceable."
And sure enough, right at that moment Laura couldn't imagine how a cock could feel much nicer than the way in which the dildo was sliding back and forth inside her pussy.
Then she was coming, and coming big and hard, her cunt clutching frantically at the big dildo.
"Ahhhhh," she moaned, thrusting her own dildo as far up the other woman's cunt as she could. That was all that was necessary. Linda went right over the top, her own hips quivering with a force which the dildo transmitted to Laura's hand.
The two women lay on the floor gasping for breath while the men enjoyed the sight. It was obvious to Laura that nothing could turn her husband on much more than the sight of his wife dildoing another girl. She couldn't believe how incredibly excited he looked.
The guys' pricks were so big and hard that Laura couldn't imagine them waiting much longer for relief, however, and she was right.
The men took the dildoes away and got ready to enjoy the moment themselves.
Laura was lying on her back, but Hank lifted her up onto her knees. He lay back on his own back and held his prick aloft with his hand.
It wasn't hard for Laura to guess what it was that he had in mind for her. Well, she was glad to oblige. Although she normally preferred playing the passive role in sex, there were times when she could really enjoy being the active partner. She placed her knees on either side of his hips and lowered herself down onto that cock of his.
She felt the tip of it press against her cunt lips. She slid her hips back and forth, so that the tip of the prick rubbed against the tender pink female skin.
"Mmmmmm, nice," she heard Hank say.
She positioned herself so that the head of his cock was inside her cunt. Then she slid all the way down, impaling herself on the prick. That really made her feel female to have the big dork go sliding on into her like that.
She jiggled playfully up and down on his ballsack. He reached out and cupped her tits in his hands. Then he squeezed and pinched the nipples.
Her cunt was too hot for her to just sit there for long. She lifted herself up over his cock, until just the head was inside. She remembered how panicked she felt when it seemed like a guy was going to take his prick all the way out of her in the middle of a fuck. She wondered if a guy would feel the same way.
"Oh, wow, not so far," she heard Hank say. Yep, it seemed like men did feel the same way.
Up and down she rode him, working his cock with her right cunt, putting all the supple muscles of her belly into her motion.
And all the while he was fondling her tits, driving her just about crazy with the action he was giving them. She was moving more forward and back than up and down so that he wouldn't have any trouble keeping his hands on her breasts.
Splat! That was a gob of sperm gushing up into her twat.
Splat! Splat! Splat! He had already come once with his wife not so long before, but it was obvious that he had plenty of spunk to give her and his cock pumped and pumped until it seemed to her like it was never going to stop.
And her cunt was coming just as frantically, clutching really hard at the big male prong that was thrust up into it and pumping away so hard.
"Oh man," she sighed as she eased herself off of the cock and flopped down onto the floor to recover her breath.
"And now," she heard her husband say, "I think that Linda is going to show us something really different."
Laura looked over to where Linda was and saw that she was sitting next to King, the big German shepherd.
No, surely not, Laura thought.
"Mmmmm, nice boy," Linda said to the big dog, tickling him behind his fine, pointed ears.
Then Linda lay back on the floor with her legs spread.
It looked like King had done this plenty of times before, because there wasn't a moment's hesitation. He placed his muzzle right down next to Linda's pussy and started licking it like he was licking water out of a bowl.
Laura's mouth was hanging open farther than it ever had in her life.
I don't believe it. I just don't fucking believe it ...
Sure enough, the big dog was slurping his thin pink tongue back and forth across Linda's cunt lips. The tongue and the cunt lips looked rather similar, in fact. They were both a light pink and both very delicate and very wet.
Laura gazed with horrified fascination at the scene. She didn't know whether she should be disgusted, or what.
Lick! Slurp! Lick!
Laura had licked that cunt of Linda's herself. She could hardly believe that a dog was doing it now!
The look on the men's faces told that they were both really enjoying the spectacle. For a moment she felt afraid that her husband might want her to follow Linda's example. But she pushed the thought out of her mind at once. That was something that he would never want her to do.
It was obvious that the men weren't the only ones enjoying the goings-on. Linda was grinning and gasping with delight tossing her head from side to side. Laura could see the sweat trickle down her face, see the way her jaw was hanging open...
And King looked like he was having the best time of all. His cock was all the way out of its sheath. Laura looked at it. It was sort of triangular and very red. It didn't look anything like a man's cock at all.
She wondered if Linda ever allowed that cock up her cunt. But she really couldn't believe Linda would ever agree to do something like that.
But even though Laura kept telling herself how disgusting she found the scene, her own pussy was getting kind of hot. She didn't admit that to herself, but it was true anyway.
In fact, she had her fingers between her leg and was pulling at her cunt lips while watching the way in which King coated Linda's pussy lips with his dog saliva.
It looked like Linda was right on the edge of her come...
And sure enough, she was coming a second after that. Laura heard her give a funny little cry, . and saw how she arched her back before flopping back down on the carpet.
"Poor King," Laura heard her husband say. "It looks like he's all worked up. Would you like to help him out, Laura?"
Laura couldn't believe she had heard right.
"You know, give him a blow job. You like oral sex."
Laura blanched. She couldn't believe that her husband was really asking her something like that.
"No-no thank you," she said like a child trying to refuse another serving of carrots.
Her husband looked at her with an annoyed expression.
"Laura, don't you want to?"
Laura had always obeyed her husband when it had come to sex, but this time she just couldn't.
"No," she replied.
"What a wet blanket," her husband said with annoyance. Laura felt humiliated.
"Oh, that's all right," Linda said, "it takes a while for us women to get used to the idea. It's only once we start having sex with animals that we realize how much better they are than men."
She said that with a wink at the two men. Then, as if to prove her point, she placed her head under the belly of the big dog. She stroked the ballsak and the prick sheath and then slipped her lips over the big red cock.
Laura could still hardly believe what she was seeing as she watched the other woman suck on the cock. The thought of that dork in her own mouth nearly made her gag. But Linda sure seemed to be enjoying herself. In addition to sucking the dog's prick she was rubbing her cunt and tits with her hands.
The dog stood very, very still. Laura guessed the dog had done this with his mistress before, and that he really enjoyed it and had learned that the best way of being sure of getting this pleasure was to be very obedient and well behaved.
Suddenly, a sort of shock seemed to run through the animal, and then he started barking very loudly. The look of ecstasy on Linda's face told Laura that the dog was coming and so was his mistress.
Linda pulled her lips away from the cock, which quickly retracted back into the dog's furry prick-sheath. A drop of dog-sperm trickled down Linda's chin. Laura didn't know whether she was more disgusted or fascinated. And since she was somewhat disgusted, at least, she couldn't understand why it was that her clit was throbbing and why all that pussy-juice was oozing down the inside of her thigh.
Maybe her husband was right. Maybe she should have tried it. The idea nearly made her sick, but she thought of all the other things he had gotten her to do before that she had been reluctant about but then came to really enjoy.
It was time for the LaVernes to go. Their own car was being serviced, and Jack had picked them up. He was going to drive them home.
Laura looked at him and saw that there was a peeved look on his face. He didn't much like having his wife refuse to obey his orders. She knew that it would be couple of hours or even days before he fully forgave her.
The roads were icy, and she wanted to tell him to drive carefully. But she knew that that kind of reminder always annoyed him, and she figured that the way he was feeling now she had better be pretty careful about what she said to him.
As she sat reading waiting for him to come back she felt really depressed. The evening had been good until the last bit when he had made that unreasonable demand. She was normally willing to be an obedient wife to him. But why couldn't he see that she had to be allowed to make some judgments for herself.
He seems to be taking a long time getting back, she thought. That suggested to her that he was driving around trying to cool off his temper. That must mean that he was really mad at her.
Maybe she should have fucked with the dog after all.
The phone rang half an hour later.
"Mrs. Barton?"
"Yes."
"This is the Highway Patrol. I'm afraid there's been an accident."
"An accident."
"Yes. A car went off the road near Taller's Creek with three people inside it. One of the people inside was your husband."
"Is he..."
But before she could pronounce the word "hurt" the trooper finished the sentence for her by saying, "Yes, I'm afraid he's dead."
CHAPTER FIVE
Dead! Jack, the man who meant everything to her-the only man who had ever meant anything to her, for that matter-was dead. She simply couldn't believe it.
But it was true, and in the days that followed his death she realized that it wasn't just his company that she would be missing. It was his financial support.
He had left behind big debts and no life insurance. Laura knew that if she didn't find some income pretty soon she would lose the house and everything else. She was determined to protect little nine-year-old Sally's future.
And to make matters worse, she didn't have any marketable skills. She couldn't even type very well.
Then, she thought of the strip club. She remembered the big success that she had had at amateur night. Maybe she could get a job as a stripper.
Money wasn't the only reason she wanted such a job. She also had a subconscious desire to degrade herself. She secretly felt that she should be punished for the fact that she had disobeyed her husband just before his death. Maybe it was because he was angry at her that he had tried to take that curve too fast.
Laura went to the Art Burlesk House to ask if there were any openings.
"In this racket you have to have an agent, kid," the manager said. "Sure, you're good, but I don't have any room at the moment. Go see this guy. He may be able to help you."
The manager handed her a card on which was written, "Lew Pratt, Impresario and Theatrical Agent."
When she saw the building his office was in she gave a little shudder. It was just as seedy as she thought it would be. She walked up the creaking stairs to the third floor where his office was.
But the office was a surprise. Behind the shabby door was a really nice room with thick carpeting. Lew Pratt was a nice enough looking fellow seated behind a big desk.
She explained what she had come to him about and admitted she didn't have any experience, but she thought she would be able to do as good as a stripper.
"Think you can get the audience's pricks up?" Pratt asked her.
She fought down a blush and said, "Yes, I think so."
"That's good, because that's all this business is about. If you can get the guys hard you've, succeeded. If you can't you haven't. But let's see you do your stuff."
He put a record on a record player that was standing in one corner of the office. Laura realized that he wanted her to strip in front of him. She paused for a second and then started swaying in time to the music.
Pratt gazed while she swung around the room. Her natural sense of rhythm had taken over now, and she was moving with real grace and sensuality. She stole a glance in the direction of Pratt's pants. Maybe there was a bit of a bulge under his pants.
She started to unzip her dress while licking her lips. Yep, there was a bulge there and it was getting bigger. She was making Pratt hard all right.
That made her own clit hard and her nipples started to swell up too. Knowing that a man was turned on by looking at her was enough to get her battery charged.
She slid one hand up her thigh so that it went under her skirt and then rested against her cunt. From the way she moved it under her dress, rubbing the fingertips across the steamy pussy-flesh, her knuckles made a visible bump under the fabric. Pratt could thus see that she was feeling herself up. And judging from that bulge in the front of his pants, he liked what he saw.
She whirled around and let her dress drop to the floor, so that Pratt could see how she had her fingers underneath the thin, wet fabric of her panties. The man was trying to look impassive, but there was a twitch around the corner of his mouth that told her that he wasn't feeling nearly as cool as he liked to pretend.
"Uhhh," she purred as she worked the fingers back and forth across her pussylips. Everything else was forgotten. Even the fact that she was trying to nail down a job. All that mattered was the feeling of her fingers on that cunt of hers.
She took her hand up from her crotch a moment to undo the bra. She leaned forward as she slipped the garment off, letting the tits hang free. She shook her shoulders so that the big, pendulous globes swung gently back and forth.
Then she pulled the panties down too, and danced and kicked, giving Pratt one glimpse after another of her steamy little pussy.
She kept rubbing her fingers against her cunt, too, and licking the pussy juice off of it. She felt like she was right on the edge of her come. Just a little bit more stroking would do it. . .
She pressed her fingertips against the cunt lips, and her pussy exploded in a staccato detonation of come-joy, while her hips and shoulders heaved with excitement.
She had beaten off right in front of her audience, just like she had done at the amateur night.
"You've got some talent," Pratt said matter-of-factly as he pulled down the zipper of his pants. Just how much talent she had was obvious from the size of his erection. Laura didn't think she had ever seen a cock that looked any bigger than that one.
Somehow it seemed perfectly natural to Laura that Pratt should have pulled his tool out of his pants. After all, this whole business of stripping for a stranger in his private office was pretty unusual.
Pratt put his hand on her head and pressed gently. She understood and fell to her knees so that her mouth was right at the same level as Pratt's big prick.
Her tongue glided out of her mouth and pressed against the big cock-knob. Pratt gave a little shudder of pleasure. Laura was glad of that. It made him seem a little bit more human.
Her tongue darted back and forth, covering the prick with saliva. Then she slipped her lips over the end of the cock and sucked away, pressing her mouth right at the sensitive spot where the knob joined the shaft. At least she knew from her husband that he was sensitive there, and the gasp that Pratt gave seemed to show that he was too.
She placed the fingers of her right hand around Pratt's ballsack and started to knead and caress it. She felt the thing pull up as tight as it could go against the root of his prick.
Her clit was begging for attention now, even though it had had a come only a few minutes before. She put her other hand on her crotch and pressed the finger tips against the sweltering pussy-lips.
Her hips wriggled appreciatively. Her tits also wanted her to play with them, but she didn't have any other hand free. But right then Pratt seemed to guess that her nipples were feeling lonely, because he placed his hands on Laura's breasts and started to squeeze and caress them.
Laura tossed her head from side to side with excitement. Since the prick was still in her mouth that pulled it from side to side, but Pratt didn't seem to mind. He just kept right on teasing and tormenting the nipples which were so swollen up now that they were aching.
Laura couldn't believe how hard that cock was in her mouth. She slid her lips along the length of it so that the head of the thing was pressing against the back of her throat. She was sure that he would be coming pretty soon.
Splat! There it was, the big first gob of sperm and soon gob after gob was splattering against the back of her throat as the big, meaty dick unloaded into her mouth.
She pressed her fingers against her clit, and sure enough she started coming too, her body jerking like a fish on a line as the come-spasms ripped through it.
He was still coming, still gushing away, even though he had just about filled her mouth with his sperm already.
Finally he stopped, and she sloshed the stuff around in her mouth with her tongue, sort of basting the big dick with its own juices.
"Uhhhhh!" he grunted as he felt her coat his cock with its jism. Then she pulled her mouth off it, being very careful not to spill any of the stuff.
She sloshed it around in her mouth some more and then drank it down.
Then she looked at the man's cock. It hadn't gone soft at all. It was just like it hadn't had any come.
She could guess what that meant, but she was wrong if she thought that he was going to give her his cock right away. There was something else that he wanted to do first.
"Get over my knee," he said. "There's one final test that I always make my actresses pass first. I have to find out if we are truly compatible."
She did as he told her and whack! His hand came slashing down on her ass.
WHACKKK! WHACKKK! WHACKKK!
She yelped and howled as he lit into her with his hand. But she was lying on his belly and she had his cock under her. She could feel how stiff it was, and she knew that when the beating was finished she would be rewarded with a nice hunk of cock.
Finally, when her buttocks were blazing hot, he stopped spanking her. He laid on her across his desk top. That really made her ass-cheeks burn as her weight rested against the top of the desk. But he didn't pay any attention to that. Instead he just got on top of her and shoved his prick into her.
She gave a little moan of pleasure as her cunt finally got what it had been waiting for. She felt it force apart the entrance to her pussy, ramming home deeper and deeper. Finally, she was totally impaled on the hard male prong.
Pratt paused for a moment, playing with her tits and kissing her neck. Then he started to work his dork back and forth inside her cunt.
He went nice and slowly at first, but then he started to pick up speed, ramming home faster and faster, pulling her delicate pink cunt lips across her tingling clit with every thrust of that big whanger of his.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she gasped in time to his strokes. It felt like her whole belly was on fire as he plunged that tool of his into her again and again.
She felt the muscles in her back tense. She knew that she was building up to her come. She knew it wasn't far away. She knew that she would be coming at any second.
Then the bubble burst! She felt her whole body explode with the force as her orgasm came and her cunt clutched frantically at the big dork that spewed and spewed...
"Okay kid," he said after he had pulled his cock out of her, "I think that I can fix you up with a job. It's well paying but it is at a kind of private club."
"Private?"
"I mean a real club, where you have to know another member to get membership yourself."
"I guess that means the stuff they want is pretty ... strong, right?"
"Smart girl."
"And I guess the owner of the place might want to inspect the merchandise himself?"
"Also right," he said. In fact, before he signs you on, he will want to see you do your stuff." Pratt handed her a card with the address of the club.
Laura didn't know what to think. She was getting into all this a lot deeper than she had thought she would. Just what would these acts involve?
But she had her daughter's future to worry about. And besides, the nagging guilt that she felt inside her about her husband and his death prevented her from thinking that she was too good for the job proposed.
"I've already beaten off on one runway," she said to herself. "I guess that there's no harm in doing it some more."
She didn't know that the owner of this club would expect her act to be a lot "stronger" than that!
CHAPTER SIX
The club really was private. There was no sign on the street outside saying that it was. For a moment Laura thought that she had the address wrong. After all, this just looked like a private house.
But when she got inside she saw that it was indeed some kind of a club. The red velvet on the walls, the gilt mirrors, everything suggested a gambling den or a brothel. In fact, the place was something of both.
The manager of the club was bald and fat, with a big cigar stuck between his teeth.
"Pratt told me about you," he said. "You're the new girl."
"Yes."
"Well, kid," the manager said, "there's no place in town that pays any better than this, but of course we expect the girls to give the customers value for money."
He led her into a room that was arranged with a little stage and runway. Instead of theater seats in front there were little tables with lamps on them with little red lampshades.
"Okay," he said to someone offstage, "bring on Big Boy."
Someone cane out from the wings with a huge great dane.
"Your partner," the manager said simply. "You ... want me to use him as an accessory?"
"I want you to fuck with him. I mean really fuck. No simulation. Our customers are paying twelve dollars a glass for champagne. When they are told they're going to see a pretty girl blow a dog or take his cock up her cunt, that's just exactly what they expect to see."
"Are all your acts animal acts?"
"No. There's some bondage and some lesbianism and even some straight sex. But I need an animal act. And I think you'd be good for it. Ever fucked with a dog before?"
"N-no."
"Well, why don't you get acquainted with Big Boy first. Then we can run through the routine with music."
Laura knew just exactly what the owner of the club had in mind when he said that he wanted them to "get acquainted."
It was now or never for backing out. But Laura decided to stick to her decision. After all it was because she had refused to have sex with King that her husband had left her in such a bad mood. Maybe this was all she deserved.
She approached the big dog, which was larger than any other she had ever seen.
"Does he bite?" she asked nervously.
"Naw, he-likes women," the club owner said, and laughed.
Laura knew just what that meant. And Big Boy seemed to have a clear idea of what friendliness from a human female meant. He gave a couple of happy barks and licked her hand. She gazed in the direction of his prick and saw the tip of it slide part way out of its furry sheath.
That revolted her, but in a funny way it kind of turned her on.
Why the hell not, she thought. I've done just about everything else.
She got down on her hands and knees and poked her head under the belly of the huge dog. She could smell his doggy smell. Yep, she was about to have sex with an animal, no doubt about that.
Laura ran her fingers gently along his prick sheath. The cock responded at once by sliding out into the open. She saw it come on out, inch after inch. She knew now that whoever named the dog Big Boy wasn't just thinking of his height.
Laura's fingers touched his ballsack and playfully pulled on it. The dog gave another bark.
Then Laura placed her mouth next to the cock. This was it. Her tongue slid gingerly out between her lips. For a moment she hesitated. Then she pressed it lightly against the animal's cock.
There, that wasn't so bad, was it? she told herself.
She started really licking the cock, slurping her tongue back and forth on it. The thing was now really stiff. The manager was watching closely. She didn't know if that was because he was interested in her potential as a performer, or because he, like his customers, was turned on by the sight of a pretty girl licking a dog's cock.
Laura slid her lips over the thing, sucking on it as hard as she could. She heard how the dog was breathing in short, shallow gasps. He really liked what she was doing to him.
And her cunt really liked what she was doing too. She felt how her clit was getting stiffer and stiffer, and how more and more pussy-juice was oozing down the inside of her thigh.
Laura had one hand on the dog's ballsack, but that still left one free to give her cunt a good time. She decided to make the most of the opportunity. She slid her fingers along her smooth belly and then pressed the fingers against her steamy cunt-lips.
She felt a real lightning bolt of excitement rip through her. A little bit more of that and she would sure the hell be coming.
Her lips slid back and forth along the length of the dog's cock while she sucked away. Meanwhile, her fingers wormed up into her pussy, pressing the joints against the slick, tender inside walls of her hot cunt.
Suddenly, she felt the dog's cock give an extra little stiffening. Then the come was splattering against the roof of her mouth, while the weird-shaped cock trembled and quivered with the force of its come.
He was really firing like a machine gun, splattering the stuff faster than any guy ever could.
And she was coming too, her hips writhing and wriggling with the force of her orgasm.
For a moment, she forgot the bizarre fact that she was having sex with a dog. All she could think of was that there was a cock that was shooting away inside her mouth, and that it felt really good.
She pulled her mouth off the cock and swallowed the jism. It was only then that she realized what she had just done, and a feeling of nausea started to overcome her. But it was mixed with a feeling of sexual excitement. In its own kinky way, blowing a dog really was something of a turn on.
As for Big Boy, he looked up at her happily. His cock had already slid most of the way back into the sheath.
"The real test is to get him worked up again quickly. The music will help."
The manager gave a sign, and some music started. Laura realized that she hadn't gotten the job yet. She still had to show the manager that in addition to being willing to give a dog a blow-job she had grace and sexiness in her movements.
Well, dancing was one thing for which she really did have a talent, and soon she was gliding naked around the stage of the private club.
She noticed that Big Boy was watching with interest. Normally, she wouldn't have expected a dog to be turned on by the dancing of a human no matter how sexy it was.
But Big Boy had obviously been through this routine with other women, and he knew that the dancing was a prelude to some action for his prick.
The big dog had his ears pricked up, and his tail wagged from side to side.
Laura found herself getting really turned on again. One thing about music and dancing, and that was it was usually able to rid her of all her inhibitions. The idea of having sex with a dog didn't seem at all outlandish to her any more.
She circled around the stage, giving high kicks so that the manager could get glimpses of her wet pussy-the wet pussy which the dog would soon be servicing with that big tool of his.
Laura lay down on the stage and took her ankle in one hand, sweeping the leg around in circles. She could imagine how the audience would really like the exposed view of her pussy that would give them.
The dog was panting now, with his tongue hanging out, way out. She could tell how turned on he was. The prick was already part way out of its prick-sheath, despite the come that it had only a little while earlier.
Laura rubbed his head and furry body with long, sensual sweeps of her hand. The dog was trembling with excitement now, but he didn't bark. She wondered if he had been trained not to bark.
Her hand glided under his belly so that she could take hold of his prick. She squeezed on the prick sheath and the cock came the rest of the way out into the open. The same cock that she had sucked on so much earlier. The idea didn't seem outlandish to her at all now.
In fact, it seemed really sexy. Her clit was throbbing with excitement and she started to fondle her pussy with her other hand. The dog was even more nervous now. She could see that he could hardly wait for some more action. He was obviously well-trained, but there was no point in making too much of the fact.
She lay back with her legs spread and her pussy pointing at the dog. She was curious to see what he would do.
Sure enough, just like she had guessed, he placed his muzzle against her pussy and started to sniff.
She remembered how in the past dogs had sometimes tried to sniff her pussy, jumping up on her and rubbing their faces against her dress or pants. In fact dogs did that to women so often that even though it was a pretty sexual thing, most people didn't pay any attention to it when it happened in company. They just said "down boy," or something like that.
Well, this time there weren't any panties or anything else standing in the way of Big Boy's muzzle, and he planned to make the most of the fact.
Laura felt him press his cold nose against her cunt lips.
"Brrrr," she said, and the manager laughed. He figured that that would be a good addition for the act. The customers would like to be reminded that a dog's nose would feel cold against a woman's cunt lips.
Then Laura felt the dog's tongue against her twat as the animal started to lick her.
"Ohhhh," she gasped. It really was outasight. There was nothing she could imagine more tantalizing than the pressure of that canine tongue on her twat. She liked having a man lick her cunt, but this was even better.
Of course, a man knew what the most sensitive parts of a woman's pussy were and usually went out of the way to give them extra attention. But even though a dog didn't do that, the tongue was so flexible that as Big Boy licked up her pussy juice it seemed like the tongue was getting in every little female nook and cranny that she had.
Laura felt little bolts of passion go zinging up and down her spine. Her clit was throbbing with excitement now, and more and more female fluid was oozing out of her pussy. No matter how much of the stuff Big Boy licked up, it seemed like she always had plenty more for him.
She ground her ass-cheeks against the stage and moved her hips and shoulders in time to the music.
"Mustn't forget that this is a class act," she thought with a smile.
Her nipples were throbbing, begging for attention, and she was ready to give it to them. She squeezed and cupped her tits with her hands, pressing and kneading the white female flesh.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" she grunted. It was getting harder and harder for her to keep her mind on the music, what with the attention that this big great dane was giving to her box! Lick! Slurp! Lick!
She knew that she was right on the edge of her come. Just a couple more licks and she would be really busting her cookies like there was no tomorrow.
Her muscles tightened. She felt how her nerves were being twisted in knots. It wouldn't be long now ... not long at all ...
Back and forth the tongue danced over the wet, tender pussy. She shuddered with pre-come tension. She felt totally female, totally horny.
Then she was coming and coming hard. Her hips actually shuddered and shook, sliding a couple of inches across the smooth stage. The dog didn't mind. He just kept his tongue dancing back and forth over the burning cunt lips. He knew that there was still more of that delicious female love-juice to lick up, and that was the only thing that mattered to him.
Laura knew that the music was still going on, though, and that she still had some dancing to do. She picked herself gracefully off of the stage, even though her legs were trembling under her, and began dancing again.
The dog followed her with hungry eyes. She could tell why, too. That prick of his was positively enormous. She knew that he had gotten himself too worked up by licking her cunt and smelling its female odors that he just had to have a come.
Let him wait a while longer, she thought as she moved in time to the music. She could imagine how the audience out there that evening would have a hard time keeping their hands from their cocks. She knew that she was making a success of the bizarre routine.
Now, though, she took pity on the dog and figured that it really was time that she got his rocks off for him. And she knew that at this stage in the proceedings, the audience would only be satisfied with one thing, and that would be to have the animal stick his prick up her cunt.
Well, her cunt was so hot and excited that the idea of even something as strange as a dog's bright-red triangular prick sounded pretty good.
She got onto her hands and knees, presenting her cunt to the audience and also the big dog.
The great dane didn't waste a moment. She felt claws on her ass. like all dog's claws they were pretty dull. Then the claws moved up her back to her shoulders. Then the tip of the dogs' prick was pressing against the entrance to her cunt.
The animal had had enough experience so as to be able to find a woman's cunt without too much difficulty, even though it is located kind of differently from a she-dog's.
Bitch in heat. That's what I am, Laura thought, and she was so intoxicated with sexiness that the idea didn't bother her one bit.
The cock went sliding into her pussy, and then the animal was really bucking away inside her, really riding her for a come like she was another dog which he wanted to be the mother of his puppies.
Man is this different, she thought. There was none of that business that she had sometimes gotten with a man of starting kind of slowly and then gradually working up to a climax. The dog wanted to get his rocks off, and he wanted to do it as fast as he could. That prick of his really slammed back and forth inside her, going with a very fast, very jerky motion right from the start.
And all the while she heard his dog-type panting and felt his paws on her back. She couldn't forget for an instant that it was a dog that was fucking her, even if she had wanted to forget the fact, which she didn't.
She felt her pussy start to get all cranked again for another come. She knew that she was a multiorgasmic female who could come and come as long as her pussy got some attention. And there could not be much doubt about the attention that she was getting from that funny triangular prick.
Then the cock was coming inside her, letting fly all that pent-up canine come-need, sending a real stream of warm dog-spunk into Laura's tender twat!
"OHHHHHH!" she groaned as she felt her own body erupt in one frantic female come spasm after another. Her hips bucked and shuddered with the force of her orgasm and she tossed her head from side to side as she moaned.
"Comingggg!" she gasped.
Then the come was over and she knelt there panting on her hands and knees. The dog pulled his cock out at once. Sometimes, Laura knew, a man would leave his cock in for a while so that a woman can continue to enjoy the feeling of having her cunt all plugged up. But it looked like dogs didn't think that way. Once they got their rocks off, it seemed they were satisfied.
The dog pulled his cock out, and Laura got to her feet, the dog-sperm and pussy-juice oozing out of her cunt and trickling down the inside of her thigh while she bowed to an imaginary audience.
"I think you'll do," the manager said. Laura glanced at him and saw that his prick was out of his pants and already stiff. It seemed that in this business, every male expected the woman to service him whenever he felt like it.
"Just a hand job'll do," he said to Laura. "I'm in kind of a hurry."
Somehow that seemed almost more degrading to Laura than having to have a regular fuck with him. It implied that he was totally uninterested in her and that it was purely the mechanical motion of her hand that had any importance to him.
She was still determined to show him how good she was, and so she started out by rubbing the cock with her thumb while squeezing the ball-sack. She then took hold of the shaft of the prick and started to work it.
like Pratt, the manager tried to show how cool he was. But the action that he was getting from Laura's hand was making it hard for him to keep up the pretense very well.
Laura saw his eyes get a glassy kind of stare, and she heard his breath get more and more labored.
Yeah, she thought, you're not so high and mighty that your cock doesn't like a little bit of action from a good-looking girl.
Right then she felt the cock give another little stiffening, and then she saw a stream come shooting out of the end of it and land on her hand. She kept on squeezing and caressing the prick while the little male geyser blasted away.
When he had finished, she took her hand and started to lick it. She had to admit that even though she didn't much care for this manager fellow, his sperm was just like every other guy's sperm-delicious.
"Okay," he said matter-of-factly while Laura licked his jism off of her hand, "you're hired."
Laura felt relieved to hear that. But at the same time she felt she was really getting into something weird.
What she didn't know was that it was not only weird, it was also dangerous!
"Now that I hired you, suck me hard and make me cum again."
Laura could not believe the words she had just heard. She wanted to get away from this crumb, but one look told her she had heard right. He was lying back, holding his cock in his hand.
"But you said just a hand job," Laura said, putting a little plea in her voice.
"That I did, and I'm even in a hurry, but goddamn it, my prick is thinking for me now," he said with a leer.
What's the use, Laura thought. I need this damn job so badly. Obediently she fell to her knees and began licking his puckered-up prick.
In less than sixty seconds, the manager's cock was hard and long again. May as well get this slob off fast, Laura thought as her head bobbed up and down on his swollen staff. At the same time she pumped both of her hands up and down the now-swollen prick. The combination of the fast tempo suck and jerk-off job did the trick. The manager tried to make his sexual pleasure last longer, but to no avail. He simply could not hold out against her fast hand and mouth technique.
"I'm cummmminnnngg," he groaned, but Laura did not heed his slobbering words.
His first jet stream of cock juice boiling off the roof of her mouth and dripping down her hungry throat told her she was about to suck him dry. Loving cock juice the way she did, she kept her lips glued to his prick for another two or three minutes. Only when she had savored the last delicious drop of his sperm did she release his cockmeat.
"Had enough now?" she asked.
No answer came forth from his lips, but a foolish grin on his face told her he was now more than satisfied.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Laura felt kind of nervous. The last thing she wanted her daughter to find out was the kind of work that her mother engaged in. But here she was taking her with her to one of her private performances.
Laura had given several private performances. It turned out that some of the men who frequented the club were rich enough to pay the exorbitant fees which the club charged anyone who wanted to have one of the girls come around to his home or office and perform for just him.
The performance ended up with the dancer fucking the client. That was one of the reasons that the price was so high. The girls got a cut, but of course that was only a small part of the price. Girls were also told not to try and make arrangements of their own on the outside. They were advised that like cigarette smoking this could be "harmful to the health."
Laura had at first hesitated before getting into the private performance business. But she soon learned that girls were not supposed to make up their own minds up about things like that. Besides, the act she had at the club with Big Boy had made her feel so low and degraded that little bit of prostitution on the side didn't seem like such a big deal.
After all, she used to tell herself, I had to fuck with Pratt and the club manager to get the job.
So the only thing that worried her now as she drove off to Karl Larty's mansion was the fact that she had her nine-year-old daughter Sally with her.
She hadn't been able to find a sitter, and one time she had tried to leave the child alone she had nearly set the apartment on fire by playing with matches. But Larty had reassured her on the phone that Sally could play or read picture books in one of the many rooms of the mansion while Laura did her act for him in another wing of the mansion.
She felt kind of dubious about that, but she knew that she didn't have any choice.
At first it seemed like everything was going to work out all right, however. Sally was left in another part of the house under the supervision of a maid, while Laura went off with Larty to the smoking room of the mansion. Larty liked these private performances, and had a regular little stage there. Laura wasn't the only woman from the club to work for him. Often the smoking room had resounded with the sound of leather on flesh as the flagellation acts were repeated for his benefit.
While she was dancing around naked with the big dog watching her, Larty slipped out of the darkened room for a minute. She figured that he had probably just gone for a piss, and that he would expect her to still be dancing when he came back.
Laura was lying on the floor with dog licking her cunt when the door opened.
"Mamma" she heard, followed by Larty's raucous laughter.
With horror she saw that the depraved millionaire had gone and fetched her daughter so that she could witness her mother's degradation. That was obviously Larty's idea of a very funny joke.
The child buried her face in her hands while Laura leapt to her feet.
"Pig! You pig!" she screamed. Then she saw the gun. He had taken it out of a drawer in his desk.
"Keep up with the show."
Laura had realized when she came in that Larty was drunk, but that hadn't surprised her since he was usually drunk. But he was obviously a lot tighter than usual.
There was no arguing with that gun. Particularly since she realized that Larty might be willing to use it on her daughter too. While Larty held the child's hands away from her face, Laura went back to her sensuous bestiality dance, shuddering with loathing and hatred as she did so.
She felt the dog's tongue slide back and forth on her cunt. Even though she was burning with rage and shame, she couldn't help that sensation being kind of nice.
In fact, she felt herself get more and more worked up. It was a funny feeling to get turned on sexually even though all that she could think of was how much she hated Larty.
The dog couldn't tell anything about how she felt, and couldn't have cared less even if it had known. The thin, flexible tongue kept right on probing around in every little feminine nook and cranny.
"Uhhhh!" she moaned as the tongue swept right across her clit. She didn't want to come. She thought that would be an extra degradation if she came in front of this horrid, horrid man. But there was no way that she could control the actions of her cunt. She felt all the muscles in her back tense up, and then all of a sudden over the top she went, her hips shuddering and heaving with excitement and burst after burst of come-power blazing through her even as she quivered with hatred of Larty.
Her daughter was struck dumb. She was in a state of shock from seeing her mother behave naked like this with a dog.
"I believe there's more to the act," Larty said with a sneer, taking another pull from the silver brandy flask that he always carried with him.
Fearing for her child, Laura had no choice but to continue the horrible charade. She danced gracefully around the stage, portraying sensuality and passion, when all she felt was horror. She could hardly dare look at her child, but whenever she did she saw how Sally wore a gaze of numb shock. The child hadn't known much about sex up to now. What an introduction to the subject, Laura thought bitterly.
She continued to dance, and then got on her hands and knees, so that her pink cunt was pointing right at the dog, and Larty and her own frightened nine-year-old daughter.
The dog got on top of her and she felt the tip of the prick press against the entrance to her cunt. There was no escaping the dog's attentions. She just had to kneel there and accept this frightful degradation while Larty laughed and laughed.
In-out-in-out ... The dog's cock moved with the sharp, jerky movement she had grown accustomed to. In the several weeks she had been working at the club she had almost forgotten the fact that fucking with a dog was an outlandish, disgusting thing to do. But now that her little daughter was watching, the shame of the situation came back to her with full force.
She felt the thrusts of the dog's prick pull her cunt lips back and forth across her labia. She felt how her clit got more and more excited, tingling with passion as the dog buried its tool in her again and again.
Then she was coming once more, her body shuddering and heaving with the force of her orgasm.
"S-satisfied, Mr. Larty?" she sneered.
WHAPPP! Larty's answer was to hit her as hard as he could in the face.
"I don't much like sarcasm," he said coolly. "And I particularly don't much like sarcasm from common whores who go around fucking with dogs in order to make a living. You know, little girl, that that's how your mother makes her living don't you?"
Poor little terrified, horrified Sally tried to hold her hands over her ears, but Larty pulled them away again.
"Your mommy fucks with dogs to make a living so that she can buy books for herself!" Larty said maliciously.
"No! If mommy does that it's to provide money for me," the child said.
That was a ray of sunshine in the gloom for Laura that her child was still willing to side with her like that.
"I suppose you want to 'make love' to me now, Mr. Larty," Laura said, risking another slap by the sarcasm in her voice.
"What? Fuck with a female who's already had a dog's prick up her cunt? Not me. I prefer something young and unspoiled. But first to get you out of the way."
Because he was a bondage freak he had plenty of bondage implements in the drawer of his desk, and he used these to strap Laura into a state of helplessness before turning to the child.
"Now, little girl, what's your name," Larty asked.
"Won't tell you!"
WHAPP! Larty gave her a roundhouse backhand that decked the child and even sent her skidding across the floor of the stage on her skinny little ass.
"What's your name, little girl?" he repeated.
Sally paused for a moment. She so hated this man that it would almost be worth taking another slap to deny him the information he wanted.
But at the last instant her courage failed her. After all, she was only nine years old and she was still seeing stars from that last slap that Larty had given her.
"S-Sally," she said, trying to choke back the tears in her voice.
"Now, Sally," Larty said with fake kindness in his voice, "you're going to make love to me aren't you?"
Sally stood there open mouthed. She wasn't even exactly sure what "making love" meant.
Larty just stood there with a sneer on his face. He pointed the nickle-plated automatic in the direction of Laura's bound and helpless nude body.
"We'd hate to have this go off by accident, wouldn't we?" he said. Sally gulped.
"Undo my pants," Larty said. The child obeyed, trembling. She didn't want to do anything that might put her mother in danger.
While Laura watched she saw Larty's cock punch out hard against the white fabric of his underpants.
"Take down the underpants."
Sally did so, and the cock popped out in to full view. Laura knew that if she had a gun she would have shot Larty without hesitation. But unfortunately, it was Larty who had the gun, and all Laura could do was strain uselessly against her bonds.
"Now suck."
The timid child took the cock in her fingers and started to squeeze it. She'd never done anything like this before in her life. And yet, even though she loathed this man, there was a certain natural feminine curiosity. This was, after all, the first prick that she had even seen.
She slipped her lips around it and started to suck, even though the cock was so wide that her little lips were really kind of stretched by the thing.
Her clit started to tingle. Her hatred of Larty was still present, but her feminine instincts were starting to take over. She had not yet had puberty, but pre-pubescent girls are able to feel sexual excitement.
Larty sneered at the helpless Laura. She watched how the child's lips slipped up and down the length of the cock.
Larty grabbed hold of Sally's hair and sort of twisted it into a knot so as to better be able to cause the child pain and control her.
Larty's motto with females was "when in doubt, hurt."
"Suck more of it. Take more of it into your mouth," he snarled at the terrified child.
Sally felt she had to obey, even though the cock was already filling up her throat so much that she could hardly breathe. Once she had the thing as far in as Larty insisted, she couldn't breathe at all. That really frightened her, but with his grip on her hair, Larty was able to keep her head in position and her throat blocked.
What the child didn't have any way of knowing was that terrifying her by depriving her of oxygen was something which Larty regarded as a part of the "fun".
Finally he pulled the girl's head back allowing her to take a gulp of air. Then back he shoved her to his cock, cutting off her oxygen. As far as he was concerned, getting some deep throat action for his prick was a lot more important than if some dumb little chickie could breathe.
Sally sucked away for dear life on the man's prick. She knew that he was demanding pleasure for this funny thing he had between his legs, and that if she didn't give him the pleasure she or perhaps her mother would suffer for it.
Splat! She felt the first gob of come shoot against the back of her throat, followed by and another and another.
At that instant Larty placed a hand between her legs and pushed the diminutive, undeveloped little clit. The child gave a little shudder. That was the best kind of come that a girl of her age could manage.
She sensed that if Larty had done that to her it wasn't to give her pleasure but to humiliate her all the more. She couldn't believe how she hated this man. She hated him more than anything else in the world. And she hated him as much for the things that he was doing to her mother than for the things that he was doing to her.
Laura felt the same way as she seethed with rage in her bonds while this beast abused her precious daughter-the one thing in the world that she had left to love-without Laura being able to lift a finger to protect her.
Larty hadn't finished his fun, however. He had humiliated the little girl by forcing her to give him a blow job, but he figured that there was probably another way to take female pride away from her. As far as Larty was concerned, the task of any man was to stomp out female pride and self-confidence wherever it was found.
Little Sally trembled with nervousness. She sensed that this man was going to do other horrible things to her and her mother. And she was right.
Larty grabbed her and held her down with her cunt pointed in the direction of Big Boy.
"No, please!" Sally screamed in her high-pitched little-girl voice. She had seen the dog fuck her mother and had been revolted. She couldn't believe that the same thing was going to happen to her now.
But it sure the hell was. As soon as Big Boy saw that dainty little twat he got ready to fuck. His cock went sliding out of his cock sheath and he wagged his tail with excitement.
"I guess that this might put him off a bit," Larty said, fingering Sally's maidenhead. Then he poked his finger right through the tender membrane, sliding his finger into her cunt on a layer of blood.
"Yeahooow!" Sally screamed. The humiliation of being penetrated like that was even worse than the pain.
But there was plenty more humiliation to come as her mother knew. Laura felt tears run down her own cheeks as she saw the degradation her daughter was going to be submitted to. She had suffered the same degradation herself, but voluntarily. Now her daughter was to be quite literally raped by a great dane.
The trembling, terrified Sally felt the dog's paws on her butt.
"Please, mister, please," she sobbed.
But Larty wasn't interested in her pleas, as she could tell. She felt the tip of the cock press against the entrance to her cunt. The dog found it alright, even though her pussy was mostly buried, little girl fashion, between her outer cunt lips.
Then the dog was inside her. She felt the cock go sliding into her little pussy and then start to buck back and forth inside her.
Sally's shoulders trembled with shame and humiliation as she felt the dog fuck her. She could feel his paws on her shoulder blades and hear the panting of the animal as he laid his cock into her again and again.
Then the animal was coming, gushing his load of sperm into her pussy. She felt herself give a shudder too, and this shudder was another one of those little mini-comes of hers.
She couldn't speak. She could only cry and cry. At nine years she had never done anything wrong, never hurt anyone else. Why should someone like Larty want to hurt her? What had her mother done?
Laura hoped that the humiliation was over for both of them, but she hadn't figured on Larty's maliciousness. The man dragged her daughter over to her and positioned her in such a way that her mouth was right in front of Laura's cunt.
No, he can't mean that ...
Laura was aware now how cruel Larty was, but it hadn't occurred to her that his depravity could reach such a level.
"You two seem very fond of each other, and I've never seen a mother and daughter act, so you two are going to fill in that gap in my education.
Both females said nothing. They sure weren't planning on engaging in such a frightful act just to satisfy Larty.
"Of course, I can start beating you until you decide not to be so stubborn with me."
That did the trick. The two females knew that he wasn't kidding about the beating, and though they were willing to bear it themselves rather than engage in lesbian incest, they weren't willing to be whipped.
Laura pressed her tongue against her little daughter's undeveloped cunt lips, trying to show maternal tenderness in the way she licked the child's pussy, rather than lesbian lust.
She felt her daughter's own timid tongue.
Both females were soon licking away like crazy at each other's pussy. Not because they were turned on in any lesbian way by each other, but because giving pleasure to each other's cunts was the only way in which they could show tenderness in this horrible world that they were now trapped in.
Soon their twats started to get more and more excited. They jiggled their hips with pleasure as their tongues found out every tender little female nook and cranny.
Sure enough they were building each other up to come. Little Sally was quite fascinated in spite of herself by her mother's pink cunt with its pubic hair and its female smell. She knew that her own pussy wasn't anything like that, but she hoped that it would be like her mother's someday. The experience of suffering she had shared with her mother had erased any feeling of disgust that she might have felt from watching her mother fuck with Big Boy. Sally assumed now that her mother had been forced into that.
The child felt her mother's tongue go worming deep into her little pussy. Sally gave a little shudder of pleasure, and tried to reciprocate, though her tongue wasn't big enough to go very far into Laura's twat. That didn't matter. Laura found its presence very comforting and exciting anyway.
Slurp! Laura pulled her tongue quickly out of the child's pussy and ran the tip of it back and forth along the barely showing inner cunt lips. Again, Sally followed her mother's example. She couldn't believe how much pussy-juice her mother had.
Laura felt her muscles wind up tighter and tighter. This impish little daughter of hers really had an instinct for using her tongue. And there was something so genuine about the little Sally's tenderness.
Then Sally felt her mother's cunt slam against her face. The little girl hardly understood that, but what had happened was that she had rubbed her tongue-tip against her mother's clit and that had been enough to set her off.
"Nghhhhh!" Laura gasped as she pressed her own tongue-tip against Sally's tiny little clit.
Bingo! That was all it took. The child had had little miniature spasms before when the dog or Larty had been fondling her. But this was different. This was her first full-fledged come and her little hips jerked and twisted with ecstasy as the come-need went ripping through her.
At that moment the females felt something landing on them from above. It was Larty's sperm. He had jerked off while watching the mother and daughter make love at his orders.
"What a pretty sight," he said.
He sank back in his desk chair and gazed at the two helpless females. It seemed that now that he had satisfied his lust, he was able to have some second thoughts about what he had just done.
"There are no hard feelings, are there?" he said to Laura. Not sarcastically, but almost as if he were hoping that she would say, "No, I understand Mr. Larty. Men sometimes get carried away."
But that was the last thing on earth that Laura had any intention of saying, even though it might have been safer for her.
"No hard feelings? When you're in jail I'll send you a postcard and let you know," she spat.
Larty left the room for about an hour while the two females wondered fearfully what it was that he had in mind. Then he came back.
"You're free to go," he said with a smile. "Thank you for a most enjoyable evening."
A shaken Laura got behind the wheel of her car and headed down the long driveway of Larty's mansion.
The first thing I've got to do is find a phone so that I can call the police, she thought.
When she got to the end of the drive she noticed that the big gates were locked. Suddenly, men leapt out of the shadows and pulled her and her daughter from the car.
"No, please!" she screamed. That was before she felt the hypodermic needle. Then everything went blank.
She felt herself spinning through space. Psychedelic colors and visions kept flashing at her from afar. In this dream state she saw herself lying naked, arms and legs tied to four stakes, in the middle of a battlefield. An army of hundreds of soldiers dressed like Romans on horseback were charging down a hill toward a lone giant, a bearded man who held a long sword in one hand and a silver shield in the other.
This prehistoric warrior has no chance against the mighty Roman legion, she thought. But she was amazed at his combat ability. like the Bible's Sampson, he waded into the sea of soldiers upon horseback and began to tear into them with a hellish fury. Every swing of his mighty sword dismembered and slew one or more of the mounted soldiers. They seemed powerless against his mighty vengeance.
After slaying dozens of their legions, the commander of the horseback company ordered the signal of retreat. As the survivors meekly limped away, the mighty barbarian looked over at her.
"You have saved me," she cried. "You are my majestic hero."
As he stood above her, his huge, scarred and bearded face looked angry-more than it had looked in combat. He dropped his mighty sword, tore his animal loin cloth off and exposed the largest cock she had ever seen in her life. As his lusty intentions became evident, she screamed, "No, your cock meat is too big! You'll rip me apart!" Her words fell on deaf ears and the huge, hairy warrior positioned himself between her milky-white thighs. He placed his huge weapon at the opening of her pink cunt and with one mighty push slammed his prick deep into her belly.
Just then, just as she lost her fear and was enjoying her bizarre drug-induced fantasy, she began to wake up.
CHAPTER EIGHT
At first Laura thought it was the effects of whatever was in that hypodermic. She was awake, but she felt a funny motion under her.
She opened her eyes and saw that there were steel walls all around her. Steel walls.
She felt the motion again, like someone rocking a cradle, and she felt a pulsing throb, too, that made the floor seem to vibrate.
A ship. She was on a ship. There wasn't any porthole, though. The compartment she was in was just lit by an electric light. A bare bulb at that. She was hardly traveling first class.
Then Laura remembered her daughter. In a panic she gazed around the tiny space she was in. Yes, there was Sally. like her she was tightly bound, but otherwise she seemed okay.
"Mommy, are you awake?"
"Yes, dear," Laura said.
"Where are we, Mommy?"
"On a ship, dear."
"Where are we going?"
"I wish I knew."
It was another half hour before they found out. The door set in one of the bulkheads opened and a seaman came in.
"Good morning," he said. He had some food and water in his hands. He gave it to the two females, loosening their bondage enough to permit them to eat and drink.
"Where are we? Where are we going?" Laura asked after she had gulped down some water. The knockout drug had left her with a horrible taste in her mouth.
"You're on your way to North Africa," the sailor said. "This ship is engaged for various purposes by the same people who you used to work for, I believe."
"Engaged in what sort of purposes?"
"My, but aren't you nosey. We mostly take things to America. But we sometimes have young ladies going the other way. And in addition, we carry a regular cargo."
Laura had a pretty good idea what the setup was. This ship was a freighter which the mob used in drug smuggling. It probably brought heroin in from the Mediterranean to the U.S. On the return trip it did a bit of white slaving. As for Larty, he was either part of the mob or well in with it. When he had realized what the consequences could be of that loss of self-control that had resulted in the rape of Sally, he had decided to get rid of both of them this way.
Killing them would have been cheaper, but then there wouldn't have been any kind of profit for the owners of the club. Laura knew that once in North Africa she would be sold to some brothel-keeper where she would be prostituted and probably forced to have sex with animals too. And the same fate would befall her daughter.
Why on earth did I have to get involved with this? She realized now that her late husband had a lot of the blame to bear. The way he was always breaking down her moral reservations, always making her engage in acts that he thought would excite him.
Laura found herself despising all men. Why females ever bothered with them she didn't know for the life of her. She sincerely hoped that her daughter would grow up to be a lesbian. She probably would, too, after the introduction to heterosexuality that she had had at Larty's hands and that would be continued at whatever brothel was her final destination.
After she had finished eating and drinking her thought was interrupted by the sound of a zipper. It was the seaman, of course, and she knew just what it was-that he wanted for dessert.
Bound the way she was there was nothing she could do to resist. She was determined, though, not to allow herself any pleasure. She was just going to lie there like a log and see if the damn seaman was able to enjoy himself that way.
Unfortunately for Laura it seemed like the seaman was just as determined to make her come as she was determined not to come! Instead of just sticking his prick into her, he lay down beside her and started to stroke her pussy with his fingers. Laura found her tense, resisting body start to go soft and yielding. There was nothing she could do about the fact that her body was so responsive.
Even if she hated a guy, once his fingers really started going to town on sensitive places like her cunt and tits she found herself getting all wound up whether she wanted to or not.
The sailor had a big cock and she could see from looking at it that it was really hard and ready for action. She gave a shudder that included both revulsion and eagerness.
She hoped at least that her daughter would be spared by the sailor. But the way he kept glancing in the direction of the child and licking his lips indicated that he wanted some of that young pussy too.
Her knees were tied together, and she couldn't imagine how he was going to fuck her with her legs bound like that. But the sailor had had more experience with sex than she had, it seemed.
He got on top of her and positioned his cock with his hand so that the head of the thing was resting between her thighs. Then he gave a shove.
And in it went! Because the cunt itself was up in the basin of the hips, the positions of the legs didn't have any effect on it. And because both thighs were so soft it wasn't hard for the cock to push the flesh out of the way.
But where having her legs held together really made a difference was at the entrance to her pussy!
Her cunt lips were already squeezed together by the thighs, and when a cock was inserted between them that meant that they were getting pressure from the thighs and cock at the same time.
Laura let out a little moan of satisfaction. She didn't want to enjoy herself, but there was no way she could get around how nice that pressure felt on her tender pussy lips.
Then the sailor started to buck his prick back and forth inside her twat while she scooted her ass against the cold steel plates of the deck.
"Uh! Uh! UHHHH!" she gasped as she felt how that prick worked away inside her.
She felt how her nipples were swelling up too so that they were soon throbbing almost as much as her clit was. She twisted her body in the sailor's rough embrace as his prick plowed into her again and again and again...
She felt the muscles in her back tighten up. She felt how her pussy clutched frantically at the cock to try and keep it from pulling out.
Then the cock was spewing away inside her, really gushing. Maybe this sailor hadn't gotten laid when he was on shore leave, she thought. Whatever the reason he sure had a load of spunk to shoot into her. She felt the warm, creamy stuff gush into her in a real stream, and that, plus the sensation of the hard cock quivering against the lining of her pussy, had her coming right away. She felt her body hang on the brink for an instant, and then over it went, with every muscle and nerve blazing away in a mind bending come!
She gasped and panted for breath as the sailor grinned with satisfaction. Laura hoped that she had taken the edge off of his sexual appetite so that he wouldn't find it necessary to molest her daughter.
But no such luck. The sailor obviously had plans that featured the helpless little girl. Sally cringed away from him as he came towards her, his big prick swinging gently to and fro as he walked. It hadn't gone soft in the least.
He turned the tied-up child over on her stomach and then inserted his cock between her ass cheeks.
"No!" Laura screamed. She knew that he would really rip open the little girl if he tried to force that big prick of his up the tight little ass-hole.
As for Sally, she was almost unconscious from fear.
But it wasn't going to be that bad. The sailor just wanted to enter Sally's cunt from the rear. The child shuddered as she felt the big cock slide into her there.
The dork rested in her for a second before starting to work away in the tight confines of the little girl's vagina. Laura felt tears in her eyes as she imagined how it must be for her daughter to be taken like that. After all, Laura at least had had some experience before this nightmare had begun.
Sally shuddered, but even though the pumping away of that big dick did hurt her tight little twat, she was like her mother. It was hard for her not to respond to physical stimulation.
IN! OUT! IN! OUT!
The cock pulled the cunt lips across the tiny clit every time that the rod was shoved into her dainty little hole. She felt herself get wound up for the come.
The sailor's balls slapped against her body every time he rammed on home. Sally felt like he was going to rip her apart with those great, thrusting strokes of his.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" she gasped. She was hanging right on the brink of her come-right on the edge.
Then the sailor drove home hard and was coming all over again. Sally was coming to, her immature little body responding to the insistent prodding of the big cock that had taken possession of her.
That was the two females' first acquaintance with the crew of the ship.
Soon they were to meet the rest of them. The whole lot were in on the smuggling racket, and they decided to have some group fun with Laura and her daughter. Even the officers were present. The females were led up to the crew's mess hall for the fun.
Even the ship's cat was present.
"I hear that these girls like to have sex with animals," one of the sailors said. "Dogs, I hear."
"Well, we don't have a dog, but we have Captain Hook here," another crewman said, gesturing at the cat.
The cat was a big, mean-looking tomcat. Laura couldn't for the life of her imagine what the crewmen were planning to do with a cat.
She soon found out. They tied her legs so that they were spread, and then placed the cat so that its triangular muzzle was right next to her pussy.
I guess cats are like dogs, Laura thought. II it smells female, they're interested in it.
Sure enough, the cat started licking her cunt. But it was totally different from what the dog had done. The dog's tongue was all smooth and silky, while Captain Hook's tongue was like sandpaper.
That didn't stop him from drawing it back and forth across her clit, however, while she shuddered. It was like listening to a broken piece of chalk drawn across a blackboard. It was really nerve-grating to feel that rough tongue on her twat. But there was something very exciting about it, too.
Of course, the sailors held Laura's daughter so that she had to watch every detail. As she looked on, the cat slurped its tongue back and forth along the twat.
Laura thought she was going out of her mind.
I can't stand to feel that tongue one more time! she would say to herself. And then, rassppp, it would pull right across her most tender and vulnerable spot.
She felt her body twist up with pre-come tension. And the sailors all laughed at the sight of the woman who was such a slut that even a cat could bust her cookies for her.
Then the tongue rubbed right across Laura's burning clit. The clit felt so sensitive that it would hardly have been able to stand the pressure of someone's finger. And that raspy tongue was something else again!
Laura jerked upwards against her bonds and then wriggled back and forth in her constraint as the full force of the come plowed on into her.
"Coming! I'm cominggg!" she moaned.
"We know you are, sweetie," one of the sailors leered.
Then it was over and she lay back on the table, drained of all feeling.
As far as the sailors were concerned, though, the fun wasn't over. The cat had a massive erection now, and they had to get rid of that.
"What if we have her give him a blow job," one of the sailors suggested.
"He might scratch her face," another one said. "And that would lower the value of the merchandise. The boys back home wouldn't be very happy about that."
Another sailor suggested that they first wrap the cats paws in their handkerchiefs so that it couldn't scratch her. This was quickly done, and then the animal was held so that its prick was right next to Laura's face.
Laura knew that she didn't have any choice. Besides, she felt so degraded by now that it didn't sized balls of Captain Hook had a great deal more
She slipped her lips over the cock and sucked on it. The prick was very small of course, but it was also very hard. Sucking on it was kind of like sucking on a pencil.
She could tell how agitated the cat was. She knew that it wouldn't be long before the creature was coming in her mouth.
Then splat! The cat-jism was gushing out of the hard little dick, shooting away. Those grape-sized balls of Captain Hook had a great deal more spunk than she would have imagined.
At least her daughter had been spared the animal stuff, she told herself. Captain Hook would be out of commission for a while at least.
That was true, but there were plenty of other ways in which the sailors could amuse themselves at Sally's expense. One of them found a candle and worked it up and down in her little pussy, yanking it from side to side to cause her more pain.
Then another sailor was mounting Laura again. She felt the cock go ramming into her, taking her by the ass-hole this time. There wasn't any attempt at lubrication, and the sailor's cock was really massive.
"Ahhhh!" she gasped in pain as she felt him work it back and forth inside her.
The cock plugged away, pounding in her tail pipe till she thought she was going to scream from discomfort. Fortunately, for her the guy didn't have much staying power. Soon she felt his wad go splattering against the inside of her ass-hole and he withdrew. She wasn't much better off from that, because she had to watch another sailor enjoying himself at Sally's expense, bucking away in her cunt while the terrified little child writhed under him in humiliation and fear. Soon another sailor got his cock in Sally's mouth so that she was having to service two pricks at once.
Battered and bruised, they were led back to the compartment in the hull which served as their cabin. They clung to each other for warmth and protection. Sally sobbed and sobbed after the ordeal that she had been through.
"Things'll get better, won't they, mommy?" the little girl asked.
"Of course, dear, of course," Laura told her. But she knew perfectly well that what was in the cards for them was for things to get much worse.
CHAPTER NINE
My God, it's really like something out of the Arabian Nights, Laura thought.
She was in a tent in the middle of the desert. But it wasn't an ordinary tent. It was made of the same things that the best oriental carpets were made of. And inside were all sorts of elaborate brass fittings.
It was a brothel, nevertheless.
She had never seen the port city where the freighter called. She had been placed in a box with her daughter and driven out into the desert. There they had been transferred to a camel. In the seacoast capital she would have been in danger of being spotted by a European or American.
Now she was at an oasis. A very important crossroads where many wealthy sheiks passed by. Sheiks who after a long while in the desert would be glad to have a blonde blue-eyed girl to fuck or maybe beat.
She wasn't alone. Her daughter was there, employed as was usual for girls her age as a fella-trice. She had already had more cocks down that little throat of hers than a lot of women had in their lifetime. There were also some native prostitutes. But they spoke no English, and were very submissive. After all, Islam taught that a woman's place is obeying men, and the other whores in the brothel seemed to accept that.
Laura didn't. She was seething with rage against the whole world of men. She knew that she was probably condemned to spend the rest of her life serving them, but that was a different matter. She could take their cocks in her cunt or her mouth and still hate them.
That was why when one of the women made sexual advances to her, Laura didn't resist at all. Her real psychological orientation was straight, but this had been covered up by several layers of resentment and hostility towards men.
The woman was dark-haired and brown-eyed like most Arab women. Her lips felt very soft on Laura's cunt, and she responded with her own lips and tongue, teasing and loving the other woman's brownish pussy. They both had a good come together, and Laura was glad that she had at least some tenderness to look forward to.
Most of the time she was servicing men with her cunt, mouth and ass-hole. The Arab men seemed particularly interested in taking her up the butt.
They weren't very gentle about it either. She remembered the first one, Ahmed something or other, who had shoved his cock into her like someone driving a nail into a board. She had given a little shriek of pain, but he had just laughed and bucked away with his cock.
The customers also liked watching her perform with animals. The Arabs are fond of dogs, and often a man will keep a couple of beautiful hounds as close companions.
Right now, she was expected to service two big dogs at once.
It seemed that their master had decided that would be an amusing sight. A companion of his had told him that he didn't see any way in which a woman could take care of two dogs at once.
Laura knew perfectly well that she had to do a good job. They were a long way in the middle of nowhere, and there was nobody to offer her any kind of protection.
She got to her hands and knees and started to suck the prick on one of the dogs. Even as she pressed her lips against the animal's pink cock skin, she felt the paws of the other dog on her ass. Sure enough, like she had planned, the sight and smell of her twat had had its effect on the dog. Soon the tip of that animal's cock was rubbing back and forth against the inner cunt lips while she shuddered with a combination of disgust and excitement.
Talking about excitement, the dog she was blowing seemed like he was about to start spewing any second. The dick was really quivering with fuck-energy. She had her fingers on his balls and was teasing them.
"Give my dogs a good time or you will regret it, woman," the owner of them said. It seemed that he had traveled enough to have picked up some English. But that didn't prevent him from thinking it perfectly natural and right that Laura should be held at this oasis as a sexslave.
His own prick was being taken care of by Sally. The little girl was all dressed up like a harem girl, and in her lighter moments, Laura had to admit that she looked kind of cute that way. Ali Ben-Mohammed, the owner of the dogs, was lying on his back on a pile of pillows. He was sipping dark coffee while the little girl fondled his prick.
Sally was getting more and more accustomed to her role as a child-whore. In fact, she was almost coming to like it. Having all this sex was maturing her fast, psychologically.
She slipped her tongue back and forth across the knob at the end of Ali's cock. Soon the big prick was as hard as a board. She then gave gentle little bites along the length of the shaft.
Ali gave an appreciative sigh. Sally could tell that he was enjoying the attention that she was giving. She was learning her lessons well.
She squeezed his balls between her little fingers. They were already pulled up really tight against the root of his prick, and she had learned by now that that was a sign that he was really turned on.
Then she slipped her lips over the cock and sucked away. She even voluntarily took the head of it into her throat. She had learned that men liked that, and she was now, after several weeks starting to develop a whore's attitude that the customer should get what he wants.
The cock was already stiff, but the longer she sucked on it, the stiffer it seemed to get. Then she felt it quiver between her lips and she felt the sperm go gushing out of the end of his dick and splatter against the back of her mouth.
At that moment she pressed her fingers against her clit, and soon her narrow little hips were shuddering with the force of her come! Even though she had still not had her first period yet, and wouldn't for a couple of years, practice had gotten her cunt so used to sex that she was regularly able to come.
Soon her mouth was full of jism, and she slurped it back and forth across the Arab's cock before pulling her mouth free. Some of the spunk dribbled down her chin, but there was plenty more.
"Open up. I want to see," Ali said. He placed his fingers on her jaw and by pulling on her hair forced back her head so that her mouth opened. That let him see the little pool of sperm that was glistening inside her mouth.
"Ali has much sperm. Good," he said.
The child gave a swallow and most of the stuff went gliding down her throat. She gave another swallow and that took care of the last of it.
And it was at that moment that Laura got the dogs off. The cock in her mouth started to fire of its own accord, filling her mouth up with dog sperm. And only a split second later the other beast got his rocks off, propelling gush after gush of the stuff into her twat.
"Ali is satisfied," the man said. He handed the brothel-keeper a gold coin. She knew she would never see any of that money, just as she would never see America again.
She hoped that there wouldn't be too many more customers that day, but she was out of luck. Another sheik rode into the encampment, and this time it wasn't his dogs that he wanted to have taken care of.
"My best camel is bad tempered. I think it hasn't had sex recently enough," he exclaimed.
Laura had heard enough Arabic to know the word for camel, and she gave a shudder. Surely, surely she wasn't going to be forced to fuck with a camel. She couldn't imagine how she would possibly be able to get that huge cock inside her.
Luckily for her, she wasn't expected to fuck with the camel. Just give it a blow-job. She was taken outside the tent and made to caress the camel's cock-sheath.
Sure enough the big dork came sliding out of its sheath. It was really gigantic, like a section of rubber hose.
She gagged, but fought down the urge to vomit. She didn't get all that much food as it was.
Then she started licking the camel's cock. It was different from licking any other cock she had ever put her mouth to. There was so much of it. It really took a long while to get it coated with saliva.
Then she slipped her mouth over the animal's cock and started to suck on it while the Arabs laughed at the sight. She knew that one reason they were having her suck the camel's prick was that they enjoyed degrading her.
Then the animal's cock started to fire. It was really like having a garden hose turned on inside her. The thing pumped and pumped and pumped until there was sperm oozing out from between her lips and gagging her as it trickled down her throat.
She took her lips off of the thing and another wave of stuff ran down her chin. She knew that the onlookers found that funny too. She drank the sperm down in a big gulp.
She staggered back to the tent, hoping that at least her daughter was going to be spared any of the sheik's attentions. But she was dead wrong on that score. Little Sally, who had started to get used to the idea of being a whore, was about to find out how unpleasant it could be.
"How much did that costume cost?" the sheik asked the brothel keeper as he eyed the child.
The brothel keeper named a figure. The sheik argued with him. Finally a figure was settled on.
Laura, who had been able to catch some of the words, couldn't understand what the sheik was driving at. If he wanted Sally naked, all he had to do was order her to take her harem-suit off. Surely he couldn't want to actually own the clothing.
It was when a servant brought him the whip that Laura guessed what was in store for the child.
The whip was very long. And black. And evil looking.
Sally gazed at it in horror. Laura could imagine her terror.
But the sheik just laughed. The whip went sailing out and CRACKKKK! it coiled around Sally's body.
Sally shrieked and fell to the ground.
CRACKKK! CRACKKK! Laura felt tears roll down her cheeks as she saw the way in which her child was being abused. And she understood now why the sheik had paid for Sally's clothes. Every time the whip snaked against the child's body it ripped the filmy garment to shreds. There were already ugly red marks all over her body, and the sheik didn't show any signs of wanting to let up. From the way he was laughing it looked like he was having a fine time of it.
Little Sally crawled around on the sand, trying to escape the flying coil. But there was no escape, and the sheik lashed her again and again until she was almost unconscious on the ground.
The cringing child hoped that her ordeal was almost over. But then she felt the sheik get on top of her. Her body was so sore from the whipping that she screamed in pain, but the sheik just slapped her hard to make her keep quiet.
Then she felt the big cock go ramming into her pussy. The Arab drove harder and harder, really bucking that prick of his inside her while she writhed and wriggled with pain. The cock slid faster and faster, and the child was so terrified that her pussy wasn't able to lubricate properly. The sheik didn't care about that either, it seemed, because he just kept on ramming away against the dry little cunt walls.
Finally he exploded in a series of powerful gushes that sent his sperm driving way, way up into the child's little tight pussy. He gave a final twist and then pulled his cock out.
Sally had fainted. As for Laura, she was sobbing violently at the sight of the treatment her child had received.
"Good looking women," the sheik said to the brothel keeper. "But weak. You should whip them more. Whipping makes a woman stronger."
"I shall remember that, effendi," the brothel-keeper said.
There were no more customers for the day, but Laura and Sally were so numbed by their experiences that they just sat in a trance. They couldn't even sleep properly that night. The thought that they were going to spend more years of this was almost impossible for them to comprehend. They had been at the oasis several weeks. But no day had been worse this one. They knew now what "expecting the worst" meant.
The next day, they heard strange voices. Laura gave a start as she realized that they were American voices.
"What is this, a brothel tent?" one of the Americans asked the other.
"Yes. I think I might have a little visit. Gets one's mind off the stones," the other voice said.
"Well, I'd better be getting back to the camp," the other voice said.
Then Laura heard some kind of discussion between the one American and the brothel-keeper. The discussion was in Arabic, but Laura could understand a little bit of it. She kept hearing the brothel-keeper say "not today, effendi".
"All right, then some other time," the other man said. And Laura heard the sound of him getting on his camel.
She knew that the brothel keeper had not dared to show his American girls to the foreigner, who might report the matter to his embassy.
Well, that was another hope gone, Laura thought. Another sign of how hopeless her situation was.
She felt so depressed that that night she needed some loving, and as far as Laura was concerned the only "Loving" in any real sense of the word was from another woman.
She touched Fatima's hand and the Arab girl woke up. She smiled at her in the darkness. Then she bent over and kissed her fellow captive.
The two women's tongues met and soon they were writhing together in the darkness. Laura felt Fatima's hands on her tits, and she responded in kind. She felt the Arab girl's dark nipples swell up against her hands.
Then she placed her face between Fatima's legs and started to lick. Fatima gave a shudder of pleasure, and then her own tongue pressed against Laura's tender cunt lips.
Slurp! Lick! Slurp! The tongues darted back and forth across the steamy pussies. Laura felt her body tense, and then suddenly she was unwinding all at once in a series of shuddering heaves.
"Whewwww," she sighed, and took her mouth away from the other female's pussy. It was then that she heard a strange sound from one side of the tent.
The edge lifted up, and a face appeared. An American face.
She wanted to cry out, but the man held his finger to his lips as a sign that she should keep quiet.
Laura nudged Sally awake and gestured to her to follow her. The two females crawled under the edge of the tent. Escape like that would have always been easy, except that there would have been no way to get from the oasis, since the camels were all guarded.
The man had brought his own camel, however. He had waited outside the oasis for night to fall and then returned stealthily.
"When the keeper wouldn't let me go inside I figured there might be something amiss," he said as he and Laura and Sally all rode on his camel.
It was extremely nerve racking, since if the brothel keeper had found out what was going on and given chase, the rescuer's overloaded camel certainly couldn't have outrun the pursuers.
"My name's Hagan, Charles Hagan," the man said. "I'm an amateur archeologist. I was working a dig near here."
When they got to his camp and she saw other European faces she burst into tears of relief. Hagan didn't think that they should stay in the vicinity for too long, though, and he set out with the females in a jeep.
As Laura dozed in the front seat of the jeep, she kept expecting to feel her rescuer's hand on her crotch. After all, she figured, all men are the same. If he rescued me it's probably just because he wants to get some pussy from me.
But the night wore on, and the expected hand never touched her.
I wonder what his game is, Laura thought. She knew that she should be grateful to him for saving her, but her experiences of the past several weeks had given her a really jaded outlook on men.
One thing for sure, she thought, and that is I don't care whether or not he saved me, I'm never, ever going to fall for him or any other male for the rest of my life. They may be able to rape me when they have the chance, but men are sure never going to get me to believe that they're anything but the most total pigs. It gave her a certain perverse pleasure thinking hostile thoughts about this man she owed everything to, and she was finally able to fall asleep.
CHAPTER TEN
"I can really go along?" Laura said to Hagan.
"Yes. It wasn't easy for me to arrange, but I finally managed to talk my boss into it. I said that the shock of seeing you might cause Larty to give himself away. After all, we don't have a completely airtight case against him. His lawyer could point to your ... your past, you know."
Laura blushed. That was one of the things that she had re-learned now that she was back in the U.S. She had learned to blush. The final chapter of her erotic misadventures had been so bizarre that she was able to look on them as belonging to another life. She was able to try and make some kind of a fresh start.
And Hagan had made that easy for her. She had been expecting him to try and make a pass at her, to treat her like the slut she was-or at least had been. But nope. He had never indicated in the slightest way that he desired her.
Maybe he doesn't go for women, she thought. Well whatever the reason, she was grateful to him for his restraint. It was a breathing space that was giving her a chance to get some of her self-respect back.
And she was grateful to him for arranging the business about Larty. She would have been willing to give ten years off her life to be present when that turd was arrested.
And it was such a coincidence that he had been able to arrange it. What luck that her amateur archaeologist would turn out to be a member of the FBI. Since kidnapping was a federal offense, the FBI were the ones that were going to arrest Larty.
Okay, so I owe the guy a lot, Laura thought. But that doesn't mean that I've got to hand myself over to him.
Of course, he hadn't asked her to hand herself over to him, and though she didn't know it, that was one thing that irritated her. Her female pride was hurt by the fact that far from making all sorts of lecherous advances, Hagan had acted like she was his sister.
"Is Mr. Larty home?" Hagan asked the butler.
"Who is calling please?" the butler asked.
Hagan's only answer was to flash his badge.
The butler blanched.
"I'll have to see if Mr. Larty is in," he stammered.
'That won't be necessary. We'll do it for you," Hagan said, pushing past the man.
"To what do I owe the honor," Larty said when the door of his study was pushed open by Hagan and another FBI man.
He was bluffing, trying to act like he didn't know they were cops. But he had no idea why they were there. It certainly never occurred to him that that meddlesome girl might have escaped.
"Why are we here?" Hagan asked. "Why don't you ask the young lady?"
Laura stepped in through the door.
And at that moment, the stunned Larty made his mistake. He pulled that gun he always kept in his desk drawer. It was not a rational response. Not with two FBI men in the room. But seeing Laura was like seeing a ghost, and he wasn't able to act rationally.
Hagan and his partner had their guns out fast, but Larty got off a shot that caught Hagan in the left shoulder. He staggered back, but his gun was going off. His training really worked. Even though he had a slug in his shoulder he was able to get four shots into Larty.
The millionaire spun around, dropping his gun. Then he fell with a crash onto the floor in a pool of blood.
Laura was not a sadistic person. But it was the finest sight she had ever seen.
Then she realized that Hagan was hit. She knelt over him and started to sob. She suddenly realized how much she owed to this man, and what a bitch she had been. She had been so afraid of being treated like a slut that she hadn't even shown any gratitude for everything he had done for her.
He wasn't all that bad off. She came and visited him in the hospital every day, but although their conversation was polite and even friendly, there was no passion in it. She was willing to open up more, but now he seemed to be the one on his guard.
Laura felt herself getting more and more frustrated. She saw that her vows about never falling for another man were crap. Here she was falling for Hagan, and he hardly seemed to notice her any more than he would have noticed a piece of furniture.
To celebrate his release from the hospital she had him over for dinner. While they were having drinks, she wondered if she should tell him something of her feelings. Would he just think her a slut. There was no way he could forget her past.
And at that moment he took her right hand in his and kissed it.
She looked up at him with surprise. But before she could say anything, he had his lips on hers.
It wasn't any brotherly-sisterly kiss either. His tongue went sliding into her mouth and pressed against her tongue which responded instantly. Her tongue wasn't the only thing that was responding, however. She felt her nipples swell up against the fabric of her bra, and her clit began to pulse and throb with excitement.
He had one hand on her tits now, kneading and mashing them through the fabric of her dress.
But even though his touch was very virile and strong, there was something gentle about it too. She had no feeling at all of being raped or taken advantage of.
It had been so long since she had had sex with a man she cared for. And she knew now just how much she cared about Hagan.
The man had his other hand under her dress sliding up her thigh towards her cunt. Her hips shivered with anticipation as she felt how the hand got closer and closer to her steamy little pussy.
Then his fingers were actually on her twat, actually pushing the wet nylon of her panties up her warm little love hole.
"Mmmmm," she purred during one of the brief intervals when he had his lips away from hers.
And at that moment he pulled the soggy panties away from the burning pink pussy skin. The cool air she felt on her twat felt good, but the touch of his fingers felt even better. He wormed several of his fingers up her exposed pussy and then spread them apart, pressing the joints against the tender lining of her cunt.
Laura thought for a moment that she was going to start coming right then and there. Particularly since his other hand had gotten her dress and bra open and was teasing her tits till she was nearly going right out of her ever-loving mind.
His fingers circled slowly in towards the nipples, until they were sliding back and forth across the pink line that separated the creamy breast from the aureola. Then, when the nipples were sure that they were going to get the attention that they were screaming for, the fingers circled away again. It was the same trick that her husband had used, and she liked it just as much now as she did then. The difference was that she was sure, somehow, that Hagan would never ask her to appear on a stage in a strip joint.
His thumb rubbed up and down the length of her pussy lips while her hips shuddered with excitement. She felt her breath coming in fast, shallow gasps. The man had her just about to come, she realized, and she hadn't even had time to get his prick out of his pants.
That was sure an oversight that he didn't want to waste any time in correcting. She pulled down the zipper and wham! The big cock punched out hard against the underpants. She pulled those down, and the cock was able to bob free.
Man, was it ever huge! She had to admit that it was just about the biggest cock she had ever seen. It was also one of the best-looking. Everything about it had her drooling to have it inside her pussy or her cunt. She suddenly realized how terribly much she needed it, and what a terribly long time it had been since she had had some cock in her cunt that she could enjoy.
She took the big dork between her fingers and squeezed on it. She felt the thing quiver at the pressure. It was as eager to come as she was. Just one look at the way the balls were pulled up tight against the root of the prick was able to tell her that.
He pressed her shoulders back against the sofa she was sitting on and then he got on top of her. She gasped with excitement as she felt the tip of his prick rub against the entrance to her cunt. He was intent on giving her as much pleasure as he could, but as far as he was concerned there was no reason that she shouldn't enjoy a little bit of teasing.
So even though she was just about to scream from cock hunger, he didn't shove on in right away. Instead he just rubbed the tip of his prick against her crinkly cunt lips.
"Ooooooh," she sighed as she felt how he teased her pink labia into a state of total frenzy.
Finally, when she didn't think that she could stand one second more of that teasing, she felt the head of the cock go sliding into her love tunnel.
Even then he wasn't in any hurry to get the rest of his cock inside her. He just rotated his hips rubbing the side of his prick-knob against her twat, while cupping her tits with his fingers and teasing and loving them until they felt like they were a couple of bombs ready to explode.
Then he gave a shove with his hips and sent the shaft of his prick gliding on into her cunt.
"Ahhhhhhhhh," she sighed. She had had just about everything imaginable shoved up her twat in the last few weeks, but this was the first time in a long, long while that a prick had been put into her with tenderness and affection.
He seemed to sense what an important moment this was for her, since instead of just getting right down to work in pistoning her with that mighty tool of his, he rested for a while with the prong inside her, letting her enjoy the way it filled up her womanhood. Then, he started to move it. Really slowly at first, with a nice, even stroke that sent thrills of excitement tingling up her spine. Then faster and faster, until he was laying his prick into her in one big shove after another. She now felt totally possessed by the cock, and that was just exactly what she wanted. Every time the prick rammed in or pulled out the cunt lips pulled against the clit in a tantalizing way that had her sure that she was going to come. But he managed to somehow keep her hanging right on the brink.
He had taken his mouth away from hers now so that he could kiss her neck and her tits. His tongue slid back and forth over the swollen nipples until they glistened with his saliva. He had licked and sucked on them so much that they were sore, but that was fine by Laura. She wanted the licking and the sucking to go on and on forever, no matter how sore they got.
In-out-in-out. She couldn't believe this wonderful rhythm as he filled up her female space again and again with his cock.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" she groaned in time to the thrusts of his cock. She knew that she would have to be coming any second now. She could feel the way in which little beads of sweat were standing out on her forehead. Her hair was lying damp and matted against her skin. Her mouth was hanging open and her head was lolling from side to side. She couldn't think, she couldn't breathe, she could not do anything at all except wait for the releases of her come.
Her hips gave little counterthrusts in time to the plunging motion of his mighty stallion. Her cunt clutched spasmodically around the cock as if to keep it from ever being taken away again.
"Make me come! Please make me come!" she moaned, and it was a wonder that she was even able to say that much, the fucking had gotten her so totally worked up. One!
Two! Almost!...
Three! And with that big, beautiful final stroke that had his cock driving into her until the tip of it touched the entrance to her womb and the balls pressed against her crotch, he started to spew!
The instant she felt the cock tremble there between the frantic wet walls of her cunt her body shuddered off into a real mind-bending pussy-blowing come! Come! Come!
"UHHHHH! I'm coming! I'm COMINGGG!" she moaned, and then she gave a long, long sigh as the last of her frantic female fuck-energy drained out of her.
She lay there on her back with Hagan's cock still in her and still as hard as an iron bar. It felt so good to have him inside her like that. He was male and strong, but there wasn't anything dominating or oppressive about his strength.
Laura felt him stroking her cheeks with his fingers. There was something very gentle about him. He nuzzled her neck with his lips, and then started to lick her nipples again.
"Ooooh," she purred as she felt the tongue dart back and forth across the swollen nubs. Her clit was throbbing again, and she knew that she was ready for some more action from him.
He kissed his way down her belly, running his tongue back and forth in the light fluff of her pubic triangle. Then his tongue darted across her clit causing her to give a shudder of excitement.
It wouldn't take much more of that to get her to come, she realized. And one glance at his prick told her just how hot and bothered he was too!
For the moment, though, he didn't seem to be interested in getting his rocks off. He preferred to enjoy the feeling of rubbing her pussy with his clever, probing tongue.
She wriggled her ass-cheeks against the carpet with excitement. She had never met a man who could make her feel more excited or more female than Hagan was doing now.
The tongue glided up and down the tingling pussy lips. Laura felt how wet she was getting there between the legs, and she knew that she was getting wetter with just about every second that went by.
"Lick me, darling! Lick me!"
Slurp! Lick! Slurp!
The tongue wormed its way up into her vagina. She felt him press the tip of the thing against the walls of her cunt. She was so happy to be female and have a dark, moist tunnel in her body that Hagan could enjoy exploring with his tongue.
Her tits weren't being neglected either. He had his hands on them, and even though he could not see what he was doing, he was sure giving them a workout.
She felt how her muscles were pulling tighter and tighter. She knew that he would be getting her off any second.
But it seemed like he wasn't in such an all-fired hurry to get her off. Instead, he was keeping her hanging right on the edge of her come. Laura felt so damn worked up that she was dizzy.
"Uhhhh!" she gasped. The tongue nearly grazed her clit, and she knew that if he touched it would come. But he didn't quite touch the throbbing little fun-button, and instead went gliding down into her love-hole again. He liked to pull the tongue out of there very quickly so that he could get as much pussy-juice slurped into his mouth as he could. Laura heard the sound of the tongue sliding out quickly on her moist skin.
"Please make me come! Please!" she moaned.
Then she was coming, as he touched his tongue right against her clit. She felt the first electric shock go zinging up her spine, followed by another one, and another, and another...
"OHHHHHH!" she gasped as the come-shudders went pulsing through her.
And still he licked! The tongue kept darting back and forth across her tender little pussy, even though she felt so sensitive there that she could hardly bear to be touched.
His cock looked really huge now. So huge and hard that Laura was sure that it must be aching. She wanted to get his rocks off for him. Do something nice for this wonderful man who had done so many nice things to her.
"Let me take care of that," she said.
"Okay," he replied.
To her surprise, he got up and sat in an armless chair that stood against one corner of the room. He held his erect prick straight up in the air with his hand.
She realized what it was that he had in mind. She placed a leg on either side of the chair and then sat down in his lap, impaling herself on the cock.
It felt so good to have that thing rammed up inside her. She just sat there on his balls for a while enjoying the feeling. Then she started working herself up and down by pressing her feet against the floor.
The look on his face and the feeling of his hard cock in her cunt told Laura pretty plainly just how much he was enjoying the fuck. And she was sure as hell having a good time of it. She had never had sex in this position before, but she had to admit that it had a lot to recommend it.
The best part was the fact that her tits were so accessible to his hands. He was really able to get a good grip on them as he kneaded and teased them with his fingers, rubbing his palms against the swollen nipples.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!"
Up ... down ... up ... down...
And then she knew that she was just about to bust her cookies, and she suspected from the feeling of his cock in her cunt that he was just about to start shooting too. She lifted herself up very, very slowly, letting the glistening cock out of her cunt a bit at a time until just the head of the thing was inside her.
"Please!" he gasped, sweat standing out on his forehead.
With a smile Laura let herself down on his prick again, starting slowly and then going faster and faster. Just at the moment that the tip of his long cock pressed against the entrance to her womb it started on fire. She felt the sperm go splattering up inside her, as he gushed and gushed.
It was hjs second shot, but it seemed like he had just as much jism to give her as he had with his first shot.
And she was coming big and hard, too. She shuddered with the impact of her come as it ripped through her with pulse after pulse of blazing female fuck-joy.
Then they had both finished, and they held each other close without saying anything for awhile. Finally Laura spoke.
"I was so afraid you wouldn't like me," she said. "And I was such a bitch to you, even though you rescued me from that horrid brothel."
"Shhhh," he said, gently fondling her tits with his hands. "I was the one who was afraid of not being liked. I would have said something sooner, except that I was afraid you'd think I was trying to take advantage of my position as rescuer. I thought you might need some time to get your head together."
Laura hugged him even closer. He was so sensitive, so aware of her emotional needs. She realized now that her late husband had had a lot of personality faults. That for him, she was always just a sex-object, something that he could fuck, or put up on public display for his own amusement.
She realized that Hagan was completely different from that.
"Wow," she heard a voice say. It was little Sally, who was standing in the door watching the two of them. There was no shock at all on the child's face. Her mother and this nice man looked so happy together that it seemed completely natural to her that they should be in each other's arms. In fact, Sally was relieved to see that love and tenderness could go together.
Both Laura and Hagan gave a start, but then Laura laughed.
"I thought we were going to be spending one of our 'just good friends' evenings together," she explained to Hagan. "So I didn't think about the fact that Sally was just upstairs."
"Well, that's all right," Hagan said. "I'm sure we don't make such a bad-looking pair."
The child was looking eagerly at him. Laura suddenly realized what she wanted.
"You know," she whispered to Hagan, "the only experience of sex that she's had has been of being raped and abused. Show her that it can be beautiful too."
Hagan got up and walked over to the child. His erect cock told Sally that he was sexually interested in her, and that made her tremble with happiness. She, too, was eager to experience some good sex, some sex that wasn't all mixed up with domination and bullying.
She felt Hagan run his hands over her slender little-girl body. Her clit started tingling. Her body had learned a lot about responding in these past weeks. The difference was that now she was going to have a chance to enjoy herself.
Hagan ran his hand under her crotch and began to stroke the diminutive little pussy while Sally gave a little shiver of pleasure. Then he wormed his fingers up her twat.
Laura smiled as she saw how happy her daughter was. She was also impressed that Hagan, though he was a cop, had the sense to realize that laws were sometimes inappropriate. He sensed how right it would be for him to give some sexual pleasure to Sally, even though it was technically statutory rape.
He gently lay the child down on the carpet. She could hardly breathe she was so excited by the idea of being fucked by Hagan. She felt the tip of his prick press against the entrance to her cunt. Then he shoved in very, very gently, so as to not hurt her.
Sally gave a gasp of delight as she felt Hagan's cock press open the entrance to her pussy and fill her tender girlhood with its hard male presence.
He paused for a second now that he had almost all of it in. He was just too long to get the whole prick inside that tender little pussy of hers. As it was, the tip of the thing was pressing firmly against the entrance to her little womb.
His fingers ran back and forth over her nipples. Because she had not gone through puberty, Sally's nipples were still just a little girl's nipples. They weren't able to swell up or respond. But she could still enjoy his touch. Besides, it made her feel very grown up to be played with on her non-existent tits.
She felt Hagan's cock start to slide out again, and her little pussy was so tight that it was almost if she was going to be pulled inside out.
Out he went, out, out, out. . .
Then, after a pause, he started sliding home again, still being very careful not to cause the child discomfort.
Sally was in seventh heaven. She had suspected that it was possible for sex to be fun, and not just a matter of pain, but this was the first chance she had had to test the idea.
In ... out ... in ... out. . .
And while a delighted Laura watched the man she loved pleasure her little daughter she ran her own fingers back and forth over her tingling cunt lips. She stroked the labia until they almost stung. Her pussy was soaking wet and she took her fingers from it and licked them from time to time, enjoying the sensation of having something as female as a nice, wet cunt.
Little Sally was pretty wet herself. Sometimes, when the customers at the brothel-tent had raped her, she had been too terrified to lubricate. Their cocks really hurt her then, but this was different. This man was so nice and gentle that she felt really relaxed, and her tight little twat was getting wetter and wetter with every stroke of that cock.
She ground her skinny little ass against the floor as she tried to work off the come-need that was building up inside her. Laura saw that, and the way in which her daughter was tossing her pretty little head from side to side.
"Just like a grown woman," Laura thought proudly as she watched how her daughter responded to Hagan's fucking. She felt pretty worked up herself. She had always been good at getting her pussy turned on with her fingers, and the scene of the man she loved fucking with her beloved daughter made her get even hotter. Her back arched with excitement as her fingers worked up and down inside the tight twat. Her thumb rubbed the slick pussy lips, coming closer and closer to the clit.
Just at the moment she felt her own body shudder off into a come, Laura saw Sally start to tremble under Hagan's powerful male body.
The child felt like she was going to fly into a million pieces. Her tight little cunt clutched even tighter against the cock that spewed and spewed in great pulsing gushes.
Hagan pulled his cock out and patted the child on the forehead. Sally looked up at him with a gaze of pure bliss.
Hagan saw how Laura was licking her lips. She wanted more action.
"Sorry to disappoint you," he said, "but I'm afraid that I'm not superman."
"That's okay, I have an idea. Wait here," she said. And she led her daughter out of the room.
A few minutes later back she came in a sequin covered dress. It was one of the costumes that she had worn as a stripper. Laura put some dance music on the phonograph, and then she and her daughter started a strip routine.
For Laura, the whole stripping business was very degrading when it was something she did for money. But doing it for love-and for him, not for a bunch of others-was a different matter.
Besides, as one look at his cock told her, this was going to pay big dividends. Already the thing was starting to give little twitches of excitement, despite the comes that it had already had.
Little Sally hadn't ever done any stripping, but she had a natural sense of rhythm. She followed her mother's example in taking off her clothes.
Laura saw Hagan's cock definitely start to erect as she took off her bra.
Men are really funny, she thought. Five minutes ago he could see all of me naked. Now, just seeing me take my bra off turns him on.
Sally didn't have a bra, of course, but she could tell that even her undeveloped little chest was exciting Hagan. The cock was about half stiff now.
The panties came off the cunts. One furry, adult cunt, and one smooth little-girl cunt. The cock stiffened up some more. Both females felt their clits start to tingle. Doing this strip routine was getting them all cranked up again. They could hardly wait for that cock of Hagan's to be hard so that he could stick it in them again.
Laura did a high kick and Sally followed her example, so two twats flashed into full view in front of Hagan.
Both women were panting from the exertion of their dance, and also from sexual excitement. Laura took one of her stockings and started to saw it against her cunt. Little Sally did the same thing with one of her white knee socks.
Hagan gasped and panted with excitement. Laura felt her muscles tense as her body got more and more wound up. Her nipples were so swollen that they were aching. And little Sally felt just about as female and horny as her mother did.
I'm going to come ... right ... NOW! Laura thought, and then the orgasm really blasted into her, causing her body to almost double up with the come shocks as she kept on dancing and twisting.
Sally was coming too, every muscle in her little body unwinding all at once like the busting mainspring of a watch.
"UHHHHH!" the two females moaned in time as they came. They saw how Hagan's hand was hovering right near his cock. They knew he wanted to touch it, but they also could guess that if he touched it he would start to spew, and that was why he was keeping his hand off of it.
The mother and daughter had hardly finished when Hagan lept up from the sofa, his eyes gleaming. Laura could see that his cock needed action and needed it now.
Sally was pretty impatient for some more fucking, but like a good little girl she was willing to wait while her mother was satisfied first.
Hagan positioned Laura on her hands and knees. Then he ran his hand through his hair to get some of the hair cream on it. He used this to grease the cock and then pressed the tip of it against the entrance to Laura's ass-hole.
Laura gave a little shiver of pleasure as she felt the cock shove on through her tight anal sphincter. Then Hagan paused with his cock resting in her butt before starting to shove in and out again with great thrusting strokes.
Laura shook to the force of his cock-thrusts. He was all man, no question about that, even though he was also careful not to cause Laura any discomfort.
He placed a hand on her right tit and squeezed and caressed the soft globe, pulling and pinching the nipple which swelled up bigger and bigger.
"Nghhh!" she gasped in ecstasy as she felt the hard-driving pulse of his dork.
Her whole body seemed like it was glowing with excitement. She couldn't believe how hot and horny she felt. And the probing action of her lover's fingers up her pussy and on the delicate pussy lips sure didn't do much to cool her down.
She was sure that she was going to come any second. Just another thrust would do it. Just one more...
But still, somehow, he kept her hanging fire.
"Please! Please!" she moaned.
Then he really rammed in hard with his cock and she felt it quiver and tremble inside her, firing its load in gush after gush...
At that moment he pressed his fingers against her clit, causing her to bust her cookies. Laura wiggled and twisted on the end of his cock like a fish on a line.
"Coming! I'm comingggg!"
She felt how he clutched her tit with his right hand while her body shook and quivered.
"Whewww," she gasped as he pulled out.
It was obvious from the look on his face that Hagan had had a good time. But it was obvious from the stiffness of his cock that he had not yet had all the sex he wanted.
"Omigosh!" Laura gasped, sniffing the air.
"What?"
"Dinner! It's ruined!"
In all the excitement of getting her act together sexually, she had forgotten about the food she had in the oven. She dashed into the kitchen.
"How is it?" Hagan said with a smile.
"Ruined."
"Don't worry," he said, "I know what I want for dinner." And he pulled her to him and placed his lips against her tingling cunt lips.
The tongue darted out, licking and caressing the soft female flesh.
As the wonderful sensations caused by the attention of this loving man on her pussy spread through Laura's body like a warm glow, she thought back on the horrors and degradations she had been through and realized that some stories did have a happy ending after all.
