"May I come in? "He looked at her questioningly, replaced the phone receiver in the cradle and rose to his feet. He recognized the glow that emanated from her eyes. "Of course you may. What can I do for you?" he asked innocently.
"It's not what you can do for me"--she ran the tip of her tongue seductively across her lips-"but more along the lines of what I can do for you."
His eyes twinkled with amusement as he looked at her. He suppressed a grin. "Oh? And just what would that be?"
"Well, this hostessing job...." She moved to his side and pressed her body against his. " ... we both know that 'hostessing' isn't what you're hiring for...."
CHAPTER ONE
Her blond hair glistened in the moonlight as the ocean breeze blew several strands across her beautiful face. The slim young woman glowed with excitement. "Oh, Mr. Douglas. I can't believe I'm really here, someone like me on this incredible yacht with all these important people. This is the most thrilling thing that's ever happened to me. I can't thank you enough for giving me this marvelous opportunity." Susie Quinten gushed her naive twenty-year-old enthusiasm, enjoying what she did and completely unaware that she was enjoying her last few remaining hours of freedom.
When Vanessa had told her about the job it sound ed too good to be true. She had known Vanessa, who was a regular customer at the Santa Monica, California, bookstore where she worked as a clerk, for approximately three months. It had been just two weeks ago when Vanessa had asked her if she would be interested in making some extra money as a hostess, working part-time for a rich industrialist who threw several lavish parties each year-parties attended by international business executives and foreign dignitaries.
Vanessa had painted such an exciting picture of glamorous people, lavish settings and exciting travel opportunities. She explained that the job would entail greeting guests, overseeing the work of the caterers, making sure that the guests were comfortable and cared for. Susie could not believe her good fortune when Vanessa came back to her and explained that the rich industrialist, Mr. Douglas, was impressed with what Vanessa had told him and wanted Susie to come in for an interview. She had jumped at the offer.
Mr. Douglas had been very charming. He told Susie he would be entertaining a group of foreign investors on his yacht in a week and would like for her to be there. He also cautioned her about discussing her new job with her friends and family, explaining the need for confidentiality due to the delicate nature of the business negotiations. She had eagerly agreed to this stipulation.
All that had been a week ago. Now, here she was-Susie Quinten, who until only six months ago had never even been out of Iowa-on a millionaire's yacht entertaining a glittering array of international businessmen. It was like a fairy tale. She continued to gush her enthusiasm. "I hope you're pleased with my work. And this beautiful dress"-she ran her hand across the shoulder of the sparkling red beaded evening gown-"I've never worn anything this nice."
The handsome and solicitous Anthony Douglas smiled warmly. Susie reflected on how debonair he looked in his tuxedo. She wondered how old he was. He looked about forty, but she suspected he was probably older; it was kind of hard to tell. He obviously took excellent care of himself and was impeccably groomed and dressed. In the moonlight, on the deck of the yacht-her mind began to wander along romantic avenues.
Anthony Douglas flashed a practiced smile. "I'm glad you're enjoying the gathering. You're a welcome breath of fresh air to our staid little business assemblage. It's a pleasure to have you as one of our family." His words and manner were charming but his eyes were cold and calculating, a glimpse into his true character that went unnoticed by the starry-eyed young woman.
Susie returned to the main salon to continue her duties as hostess, to circulate and see to the guests. Anthony leaned against the yacht's railing and watched her retreating form. As soon as she was out of sight he signaled to a brooding man of about thirty who had been waiting in the shadows.
"She's perfect, Raoul. I think Esteban will pay a great deal of money for her. She's exactly the type he likes-young, slim, nice tits, blond and an air of virginal innocence."
"She doesn't seem like the type who's been around much. Do you think she's a virgin? If she is, we might be able to get more money from our Mid-eastern contacts."
"No. Supplying them with Western virgins is lucrative, but this one is so perfectly tailored to Esteban's needs that we can't afford to pass up the opportunity." He flashed a knowing grin at Raoul. "If she is a virgin she won't be by the time the sun rises."
Raoul let out a cold chuckle. "The last woman we sold him only survived six months of his attentions before she was completely used up. I think he finally dumped her at a cut-rate price to some North African smugglers. I wonder how long this one will last."
Anthony Douglas pulled an envelope from his inside jacket pocket and handed it to Raoul. "Give this payment to Vanessa. Tell her I'm pleased with her find and I'll gladly pay top dollar for any more like this one."
The yacht returned from the night cruise and slowly made its way up the main channel of the marina. Susie remained on board with Anthony Douglas and the crew as the guests departed. After they bade farewell to the last guest she went to one of the cabins to change her clothes.
Susie kicked off her high heels and slipped out of the evening gown and removed her pantyhose. She stood for a moment in her bra and panties. It had been the most glorious night of her life. The dazzling party, the cruise-then Mr. Douglas had told her how pleased he was with her. She felt sure she would be hired for future functions. She was almost light-headed, delirious with joy.
She was startled out of her reverie by the sensation of the yacht moving. They were no longer docked. Had they forgotten she was still on board? Before she could dress and investigate, the door to her cabin opened and Anthony Douglas entered the room.
"Mr. Douglas!" She quickly grabbed the dress and held it in front of her, covering her near-nakedness. "I'm not dressed." She immediately became aware that he was not alone. There was another man with him, a younger man with a hard look about him. A sudden bolt of fear surged through her. Both men's faces were set in grim determination; gone was Anthony's charming manner that she had earlier found so enchanting.
Susie backed away from the two men, bumping into a chair in her rush to put distance between herself and them. Her heart pounded and her mouth went dry. She had never felt as frightened in her entire life as she did at that moment. Little did she know the fear she was experiencing was nothing compared to what was in store for her.
Anthony Douglas grabbed the dress from Susie's hands then signaled Raoul to hold her still. With surprising swiftness Douglas ripped the bra and panties from her body.
Susie stood naked and trembling, the fear in her eyes unmistakable. Raoul held her arms behind her back as Anthony inspected her body. His voice was hard and cold. He squeezed both breasts then pinched and twisted her nipples. "Slim body and legs with large, firm tits capped with broad nipples. Except for this profusion of pussy hair"-he reached out and tugged at the abundant blond pubic thatch-"she has the body of a teenage girl."
Anthony allowed a cruel smile to turn the corners of his mouth. He liked the fear in Susie's eyes and the way she gasped and jumped when he touched her. Her bush would have to go. They would shave her mound smooth before displaying her to Esteban. It would complete that young-girl look the Spaniard so craved.
Susie's voice was small and frightened. "Mr. Douglas, I don't understand what's happening. Why are you doing this to me? Please let me go, I want to leave."
"Shut up, bitch. No one told you to speak." Raoul uttered the words with a harsh cruelty. They sent a cold shiver up Susie's spine and caused a sickening churning in the pit of her stomach. He accented his words by pulling her arms back so that her breasts thrust forward even more prominently. Tears overflowed her eyes and trickled down her cheeks. Fear choked off anything else she might have wanted to say.
"Tell me, Susie, are you a virgin?" Anthony Douglas forced his hand between her tightly clenched thighs and inserted his finger into her slit. "Has anyone's prick been in this tight little hole? Have you ever had a good fucking?"
Sobs wracked her body. She tried to speak as she struggled against his intrusion but the words died in her throat. "Please, Mr. Douglas...."
Raoul wrapped his hand in her long blond hair and yanked her head back. "Answer the man! Is your cunt virgin?"
Susie closed her eyes and continued to sob, unable to speak and fearing that the unspeakable was about to happen. She heard Anthony tell Raoul to tie her down and felt herself being shoved toward the bed. She was numb with fear, almost incapable of independent thought and action.
Raoul quickly secured her wrists to the upper corners of the bed and her ankles to the lower corners. Then he stepped back and watched as Susie pulled and tugged at her restraints. A cruel smile turned the corners of his mouth. "You're going to be fucked real good. You know that, don't you?"
Her tear-filled eyes widened in horror as she saw Anthony Douglas removing his clothes. In less than a minute his naked body loomed over her as he stood next to the bed, his organ protruding stiffly from his dense pubic patch. He bent down and parted her bushy growth with his fingers, then pulled her outer labia apart in order to get a good view of her inner lips. They were small, delicate and pink. He slowly inserted his finger between them as far as it would go. At the same time he inserted his little finger into her anus. She jerked violently as he touched her rosebud opening. "Ah, virgin cunt and virgin ass." He turned his attention to Raoul. "Join us."
Terror covered Susie's face as she watched Raoul quickly remove his clothes.
Before she could absorb what was happening Raoul was between her wide-spread legs with his mouth buried in her fur. She cried out, her sobs choking her screams, as she felt his teeth and lips nibble at her tender little vaginal lips. It was again Anthony Douglas who spoke. "Relax, Susie-enjoy. I don't know anyone who likes eating pussy more than Raoul. It could be quite a while before he's had his fill." Anthony straddled her shoulders, his hard cock bobbing in front of her face. His smile faded and his voice became menacing. "In the meantime...."
Susie wanted to die-these two men were doing vile things to her. The one called Raoul actually had his mouth all over her most private, intimate place. And even worse, Mr. Douglas was touching his organ to her closed lips, apparently wanting her to take it into her mouth. The total repugnance she felt at that moment caused her to shudder violently; a sick feeling welled up inside her.
"Open your mouth, Susie. Suck on my prick. You better learn to do it now because the man who will be buying you won't be as gentle as I am." His words crashed through her mind. He was not going to eventually let her go; he intended to sell her to someone.
She had read about things like this happening in obscure corners of the world; white slavery it was called. But this was the United States; things like this just did not happen here.
His cock shoved hard against her tightly closed mouth. His voice demanded, "Now, Susie, do it now." Not only was he forcing his organ into her mouth, the other man was performing a methodical violation of her womanhood with his mouth.
She was not sure exactly what was happening to her. Raoul was sucking on her inner vaginal lips, on her little protruding nubbin, and flicking his tongue in and out of her slit. She could actually hear the slurping sounds of his lingual attack, slurping sounds caused-to her shame-by a sudden gushing wetness in her cunt.
She felt strange twinges deep inside her belly. Then Anthony Douglas pressed his vile organ to her mouth. The head was enormous and dark. He wrapped his hand around her blond tresses and yanked, causing her mouth to open wide when she instinctively cried out. He quickly pushed his hard cock past her lips all the way to the back of her throat.
Susie tried to pull away from the warm, throbbing pole that filled her mouth to the point of choking her. With Anthony straddling her shoulders pinning them to the bed, and her wrists and ankles tightly secured, she was unable to defend herself in any way.
Raoul increased his attack against her now swollen vagina, voraciously gobbling up her flowing juices as he sucked and nibbled on her pussy lips and throbbing little clit. Anthony began to vigorously thrust his hard cock in and out of her mouth. She did not know what to do. Even though she was not sucking, his organ so filled her mouth that her lips were clamped around it because she could not open her mouth any wider. Every time he thrust forward she gagged while at the same time strange, unexplainable sensations swirled in and around the intimate recesses of her womanhood. Then, without warning, Anthony fucked her mouth harder, shuddered and shot forceful streams of a hot viscous substance into her mouth. She automatically swallowed in an effort to keep from choking. The strange substance tasted slightly salty.
Finally the odd liquid stopped spurting into her mouth; she had reluctantly swallowed all of it. He withdrew his now limp organ, which glistened from the combined wetness of her saliva and his discharge, and climbed off her body. With the choking intrusion finally removed from her mouth, Susie began coughing uncontrollably. She also became more aware of the tingling sensations in and around her vagina. She did not understand how the offensive act Raoul was performing on her could cause such strange-and not unpleasant-sensations to course through her body.
Raoul pulled his face from between her legs; his mouth, cheeks and chin were slick with her juices. His ragged breathing made his words come out in hard puffs. "My balls are going to explode if I don't bury my prick inside something." He quickly took Anthony's place, straddled her shoulders and shoved his thick organ into her mouth. "Suck on it, you little bitch. Milk me dry. Swallow my sperm."
Again, she did not suck, but her lips surrounded his hard shaft. Moments later Susie felt the same type of substance spurt from Raoul's organ into her mouth. She swallowed as much as she could to keep from gagging. The tears streamed down her cheeks and her entire body was overcome with violent spasms and convulsive sobs. She silently prayed she would pass out so she would not be aware of the disgusting things they were doing to her.
Raoul withdrew his soft tool from her mouth as she turned her head away from him, causing the limp shaft to drag across the side of her face. Both men stood over her watching as she frantically twisted against her bonds all the while sobbing hysterically. Raoul again situated himself between her thighs and thrust his tongue as far into her pussy as he could. Anthony went to the bathroom and returned with scissors, a razor and shaving cream.
He tapped Raoul on the shoulder. "Come up for air. We have a little chore to take care of." As soon as Raoul moved out of the way Anthony began clipping Susie's curly bush. The frightened young woman was afraid to move for fear of causing herself injury from the scissors. "That's it, Susie. Lie still and this won't hurt a bit." After clipping the hair close to the skin he lathered her mound and shaved it smooth. He felt her quiver as the sharp edge of the razor slid across the tender skin next to her pussy lips and around her clit.
Both Anthony and Raoul stood back and looked at the new image of Susie. Raoul smiled as he poked his finger at her fleshy mound then pinched her clit. "Oh, yeah. Esteban is going to go crazy over this. Wash off her makeup and she'll look fifteen."
Susie saw a sinister darkness cross Anthony Douglas's face. Her heart pounded as she watched him position himself between her spread legs, his cock once again standing hard and erect. She knew what he was going to do, what was about to happen. She also knew there was nothing she could do to prevent the ultimate violation of her virginity.
He probed her pussy opening with his broad cock head, pleased that she was still wet from Raoul's attentions. He laughed, a harsh cold laugh, as she closed her eyes and clenched her fists. He pushed his cock a little way inside her then withdrew. "That's the tightest cunt I've come across in quite a while." Then, without warning, he shoved all the way in until he was buried clear up to his balls. He felt her maidenhead give way as he ripped through the membrane.
Susie screamed as the pain seared through her. She continued to scream as she experienced the unrelenting hammering against her swollen violated flesh, as he rammed his hard cock into her over and over. The tip of his cock hit against the back of her tunnel, causing her to scream each time he plunged all the way into her. He grabbed her tits with both hands as he banged her, his belly slamming against hers on the downstrokes, his balls slapping her upturned buttocks.
"Oh yeah," he moaned. "Nice and tight. What a pussy!"
He drove the full length of his meatpole into her again and again as he rolled her erect nipples between his fingers.
"I like your tits, too," he snickered. "Big, wide, juicy. My customer will be so very, very satisfied."
Suddenly he reached down and threw her legs up over his shoulders without withdrawing his cock. He continued to pound her, pulling almost all the way out before plunging the entirety of his tool into her gasping tunnel.
Susie's head swam, both from the ferocity of Anthony's assault and from the strangeness of the feelings the attack elicited. Her body felt as though it was on fire; there was a strange tingling centered between her thighs that reached up into her belly and threatened to spread to the rest of her body. She wasn't sure what it signified, though the unrelenting thrusts of Anthony's prick left her little time to contemplate it.
Then blessed relief came as darkness descended over Susie and her mind slipped from consciousness.
Anthony shuddered and shot his hot cream into her in hard spasms. After a moment he withdrew his spent organ, its surface covered with a pink coating-a combination of his semen and the blood from her ruptured maidenhead. He looked down at the unconscious young woman. "She's going to have to develop more stamina than that or Esteban will have her used up in a month. Still, she is a tight little cunt."
Raoul offered a suggestion. "Perhaps we could drug her. At least it would keep her from screaming."
"I don't think so. If Esteban wants to drug her, that's his business. It'll only make her burn out quicker. Besides, he really gets off on the screaming when he's fucking them. I think we should keep her for a couple more days before selling her to him. Build up her stamina, get her used to some of what she will have to deal with." He grinned as an amusing thought entered his mind: "Take her for a test drive, so to speak."
Anthony's eyes flashed with excitement as he turned toward Raoul. "Get on the phone and have Vanessa meet us in San Diego. We'll put in there and pick her up before continuing on down to Mexico."
Raoul immediately left the cabin and went to the stateroom across the passageway, not bothering to dress, to do as his employer had instructed. Anthony returned his attention to Susie. She was still unconscious. Droplets of sperm clung to her lips and were smeared on her chin and across the side of her face. His love juice, tinged with virgin blood, trickled out of her newly christened vaginal slit.
He inserted his finger into her anus-that would be next. He couldn't wait to fuck her ass. Esteban liked the young, innocent and virginal look, but he did not like buying merchandise that was not in working order and ready to be put into service. Anthony thought about taking her in the bum while she was still unconscious, but he decided to wait. It would be more fun with her putting up a struggle.
Raoul entered the cabin. "Vanessa is delighted and will be waiting." He looked at Susie. "Still out cold?"
"Yeah, let's bring her around. We don't have time to waste, we'll be in San Diego soon."
Susie coughed as the smelling salts brought her back to reality. At first she felt very disoriented and confused, then as she focused on the naked bodies of the two men, the stark terror of her situation came flooding back. She felt the aching discomfort from the assault on her cunt. Her arms and legs hurt, her muscles sore from straining against her bonds.
Raoul licked his lips as he stared at the fluid oozing from her ravished quim. "I want more pussy."
Before he could get his mouth on her tender and swollen flesh, Anthony stopped him. "Not yet." He stared intently at the terrorized young woman, as if turning several options over in his mind. Then he smiled evilly. "Turn her on her stomach."
Raoul grinned, quickly released Susie, turned her over, then secured her wrists and ankles again. He squeezed her breasts and buttocks as he did so. Anthony lifted her hips and Raoul slipped a couple of pillows under her, forcing her rear end up into the air.
Anthony's fingers skimmed over the curve of her bottom, then trailed up and down the separation of her cheeks. "A firm yet soft ass. Esteban is just going to eat this up when he gets his hands on it."
Without preamble he inserted his finger into Susie's anus, causing her body to jerk. Then he added a second finger, stretching the small ring of muscle. She screamed as she tried to pull away from his touch. Convulsive sobs wracked her when she was unable to dislodge his fingers.
Without further hesitation, Anthony uncapped a bottle of oil, rubbed it into her anus and then poured it over his cock. Esteban wouldn't want his merchandise ripped up before he got it. It could make a difference of many thousands of dollars in the price he would get for her. Anthony wanted to make sure it was a thoroughly lubricated asshole that he fucked.
He positioned himself behind Susie, his fingers gripping her ass cheeks. He felt her shudder as soon as he spread those luscious hemispheres apart. Her sobs had quieted to pitiful little whimpers; a lot of the fight had already gone out of her-he suspected mostly from exhaustion rather than because she had given up and resigned herself to her fate. Well, he would reawaken her fighting spirit. He placed his cock head at her small rosebud opening, then, as he had done with her virgin pussy, rammed past the small muscular ring and all the way in until his organ was buried deep inside the narrow passageway.
Susie's entire body stiffened ... then she screamed and screamed. The pain was worse than when he ruptured her maidenhead, worse than anything she had ever experienced. How much more would she be able to endure? How much more would they torture her? Then she remembered his words about selling her to someone. Her mind was incapable of comprehending it all; she went blank and her body went numb. She stared straight ahead as if in a daze or a trance-neither feeling nor thinking.
Anthony reached around her, grabbed her generous breasts and roughly squeezed them as he began long, purposeful strokes in and out of her anal opening. Unlike his previous assault, he took his time fucking her ass, slowly savoring each and every delicious stroke. Every now and then he would feel an involuntary muscle spasm from Susie or hear an extra gasp when he rammed a particularly hard stroke, otherwise she did not move or respond on her own.
Without disturbing the rhythm he had created, he released her breasts and grabbed her ass cheeks again. While continuing to stroke in and out of her, he pulled the cheeks apart and watched his hard shaft disappear into the tautly stretched opening, only to reappear again. The flesh circling her rosebud moved in and out with his cock. He felt the churning in his balls as they tightened up, then the rush of his hot cream as it squirted deep inside her anal canal. He finally withdrew his limp organ.
Anthony rolled over on the edge of the bed, trying to bring his ragged breathing under control. His words were labored. "What a fucking hot little ass. I'm going to have to re-evaluate my price to Esteban; he's getting really prime goods."
He looked over at Raoul, whose eyes were burning with a near visible fire. An amused chuckle escaped his lips. "Okay, one last snack, then that's it until we leave San Diego."
Raoul quickly dove between Susie's legs after he turned her over, and began sucking on her pussy lips and clit, happily humming to himself as he drank in her juices.
She coughed out little whimpers and sobs of anguish. A throbbing fire emanated from her ravished anus and surged through her body. Raoul's tongue and lips on her vagina almost felt soothing by comparison. Again she felt the strange tingling in response to what he was doing.
CHAPTER TWO
Vanessa, Anthony and Raoul sat on the deck of the yacht sipping champagne. Anthony and Raoul were dressed in shorts and tank tops. Dark, sultry Vanessa wore a bright red string bikini that flaunted her voluptuous figure, leaving little to the imagination. To the unsuspecting eye they appeared to be three friends enjoying the bright, sunny San Diego weather. However, if one were to eavesdrop on their conversation a far different conclusion would be drawn.
Vanessa twirled the stem of her champagne glass between her thumb and forefinger and then took a sip. "I'm glad you're pleased with her. The first time I saw Susie I knew she'd be perfect for one of your clients. I have a line on two more-roommates: one is twenty and the other is twenty-one years old. A blue-eyed blonde and a dark-eyed brunette, both generously endowed"-she allowed a lascivious grin as she pulled the edge of her bikini top aside, revealing a large breast capped with a dark nipple-"where it counts. It will offer an appealing choice for someone interested in purchasing both of them."
Anthony Douglas reached across the table and tweaked her nipple until it hardened into a taut peak. "You have an unerringly accurate eye for tasty flesh."
Vanessa flicked her tongue across the edge of her lower lip, slipped her foot out of her sandal, extended her leg under the table and rubbed her bare foot against his crotch. "And I can vouch for their bodies. They just joined the same health spa I belong to, so I've seen them in the shower." She cupped the underside of her exposed breast with her hand and bounced the ample flesh up and down.
"I doubt that they're virgins. Both are from the Midwest, local beauty contest winners who came to Los Angeles to break into the movies. You know the type-one was crowned 'Miss Butt Fuck' from Lower Podunk, Nowhere, and the other won the title of 'Miss I Love To Suck Cock' at the county fair. They've probably slept with a few contest judges but it probably wasn't much more than straight sex with no side trips. I don't think either one has had very much experience. They actually seem a little shy about being in the shower in front of other people, especially the brunette, who is the prettier of the two."
Anthony released her nipple and leaned back in his chair. He felt his cock twitching and hardening as her toes tickled between his legs. An amused smile crossed his face. "Are we a little horny today? What's the matter, haven't you been getting enough lately? Hasn't that sweet little cunt you live with been properly servicing you?"
"You know how it is, darling. Every now and then I have this unexplainable craving for hard cock, and since you and I understand each other so well, I prefer that it be yours." She shot a quick glance at the brooding Raoul then returned her attention to Anthony. "What's he sulking about this time?"
"An hour of non-stop munching of Susie's cunt wasn't enough for him. I told him to let her get some rest before we continued with her. She hasn't the stamina she'll need for Esteban. I've decided to keep her for a couple of days before turning her over to him, so we can build up her endurance." He flashed her a knowing grin. "Since she was your find I thought you might like to assist."
A look of lustful desire flashed across her face. "You're much too kind. Can I take a look at her now?"
"Sure, she's still tied to the bed in the cabin." His voice became stern, his manner authoritative. "Look only, don't touch yet." It was more than a mere recommendation. Vanessa recognized the tone of voice. Anthony expected to have his instructions followed to the letter.
She stood up, slipped her foot back into her sandal, then turned to Raoul and seductively thrust her hips toward his face. "Smile, sweetie. You know Anthony is always fair about sharing the merchandise." After pressing her bikini-covered crotch briefly against his mouth, she walked across the deck and disappeared down the passageway.
Raoul glared after her then turned his attention back to Anthony. "Why do you put up with that bitch?"
"Calm yourself. She provides me with excellent merchandise. Besides, until I find someone to replace her, I need her particular talents. There will be a day, however, when I'll find the right deal and Vanessa will be nothing more than flesh for sale just like all the others."
Raoul leaned back in his chair, his face still angry. "Well, it can't be too soon for me."
Anthony laughed at Raoul's petulant attitude. "You're just pissed off because she won't let you chew on her pussy."
"Yeah, well ... the bitch thinks she's too good for me. Just before you dispose of her, let me have her for a few hours all to myself. I'll show her...."
Anthony considered his business associate. He trusted Raoul, trusted him implicitly, and knew he was totally loyal. That quality was rare and very valuable in the type of business they conducted. Anthony clamped his hand affectionately on Raoul's shoulder. "You've got it. Consider it a Christmas bonus."
Vanessa opened the door to the cabin and poked her head inside, checking to make sure Susie was still asleep. She silently entered the room, closing the door behind her. A glow of excitement darted through her body and tingled between her legs as she stared at the young woman's naked body. She was still as Raoul had repositioned her, on her back with her wrists and ankles secured. The sight of Susie's firm breasts and completely shaved pubic mound caused Vanessa's breathing to quicken considerably.
She moved closer to the bed, then knelt on the edge of it in order to get a better look at the girl's swollen pussy. She noted several faint bite marks from Raoul's foray into pleasure. Her hand trembled slightly as she extended it toward the tempting slit.
Vanessa glanced toward the door. One little touch ... Anthony would never know it happened-it was not like she was going to suck and nibble on the protruding clit, she only wanted to feel the smooth fleshy mound and spread Susie's pussy lips for a better view. Succumbing to the temptation, she gently stroked Susie's mount and trailed her fingertip along the edge of her outer pussy lips.
Vanessa's breathing became ragged as she lowered her face to inhale the feminine fragrance. The young woman did not stir; she was totally unaware of Vanessa's presence. One little taste, Vanessa told herself, one little taste couldn't matter-no one would know. She gently parted the pink inner lips with her fingers, then wiggled the tip of her tongue into the opening. She held her tongue there for a moment, then flicked it in and out of the tasty opening. Just one more little sample, she thought-another little taste would make little difference.
She slowly ran her tongue from Susie's anal opening to her pink pussy lips, then flicked it back and forth across her clit before inserting it into the slit. She closed her eyes as a feeling of contentment settled over her. She snuggled her face into Susie's crevice and continued to flick her tongue in and out.
Vanessa's lascivious desires, fueled by the tempting treat spread out helplessly before her, made her careless. She had not heard the quiet opening of the cabin door, nor was she aware of Anthony's entrance into the room. A cold chill darted up her back when she heard his angry voice coming from behind her.
"This shows blatant disregard for my orders, Vanessa. You will be severely punished. Whether or not our business association will continue is something I'll have to take under consideration."
Vanessa whirled around, her eyes frightened. Her voice quavered as she immediately tried to plead her case. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean any harm. She's completely out of it, she'll never know I've been here. I couldn't help it, I just wanted a little taste. Just a taste, that's all. I wouldn't have touched her after that. Please, Anthony. You know how loyal I've always been to you...."
His hand cracked across the side of her face before she could protect herself. His voice was low and mean. "Stop babbling. You know the rules-and the first rule is that my instructions are to be carried out to the letter without exception. You disappoint me."
Anthony Douglas turned toward the door and called Raoul, who was just outside, waiting for his employer's instructions. "Get her out of that bikini and take her to the 'fun room.' I'll be there in a little while." He started to leave, then turned back, a cold cruel smile curling his lips. He directed his words to Raoul. "It looks like Christmas is a little early this year."
Raoul smiled as Vanessa's frightened eyes darted between the two men. She didn't understand what the comment meant, but instinctively knew she was not going to like it. She was more than aware of Anthony's capabilities in dealing with employees who displeased him for whatever reason.
Raoul yanked her wrists behind her back and held them in his iron grip as he propelled her down the passageway toward a closed door. His laugh was cold and cruel. "You pushed your luck a little too far, Vanessa. You were way past due for a fall."
"Raoul, please...." Her voice was very frightened. She truly feared what Anthony had in mind for her. "Let me slip away. You can tell Anthony you turned your back for a second and I jumped overboard."
She twisted her body around to look at him. She tried to make her voice low and sexy but her fear was all that came through. "I promise you a night you'll never forget, just you and me-whatever you want, I'll let you have it." She tried for a positive expression. "What do you say, Raoul? Okay?"
He laughed. "Too little, too late. As you said-Anthony is always fair about sharing the merchandise. I'm going to get whatever I want even without your cooperation. I'm going to taste your pussy and give you my cock. You'll like that."
She knew there was no use in pursuing the conversation. She now understood Anthony's comment about Christmas being a little early. She shuddered as she thought of the possibilities. Depending on how angry Anthony was with her, it could be anything from Raoul being given a couple of hours to satisfy his own lusts, to Anthony's allowing the entire crew to have her for the night. She had seen that happen before. It had happened to her predecessor when Vanessa had taken the job away from her. She'd been fucked by ten men. A cold shiver ran down her spine as she recalled that night.
Raoul opened the door and shoved Vanessa into the room. He immediately ripped the tiny bikini from her body and threw it into the corner. Wasting no time, he shoved her toward an odd-looking bed and forced her down on her back. He quickly stretched her arms up and to the side and tied her wrists to the upper corners of the bedposts, all the while preventing her from struggling by holding her body down between his legs.
Vanessa's eyes were frantic with fear as she pulled against her wrist restraints. She tried to kick her legs and shove him away but he was much too strong for her. He quickly positioned her so that her lower back rested on the very edge of an elevated area in the middle of the bed, forcing her exposed cunt and anus upward so that they were both totally accessible. Next he spread her legs wide apart and raised them in the air, fastening her ankles to the other bedposts. He stood back and grinned at her as he noted her totally vulnerable and helpless position.
"You were in the mood for some hard cock? Well, I think you're going to get your wish." He bent his head down between her legs and nipped at her pussy lips with his teeth. She yelped with pain. "Relax, Vanessa. Anticipate, speculate-think of all the exciting things Anthony could have in mind for you." Seeing that his words had the desired effect, he left the room.
The two men met in the passageway. Anthony had just come from the captain's quarters. "Is she all settled in?" Anthony grinned lasciviously. "I hope she's comfortable, since she'll be there for quite a while."
"She's ready but not very willing."
"We're putting out to sea immediately. She's all yours until we anchor in the cove by Esteban's compound."
Raoul looked at him with anxious eyes even though he knew what was coming next. "And then?"
"She belongs to the crew until dawn. I haven't decided yet what I'm going to ultimately do with her. Without a replacement standing by I may have to let this merely be an object lesson to her and reinstate her in her job."
"What about you? Are you taking your pleasures with her right away?"
"No. I have better things"-Anthony looked back toward the cabin where Susie was still tied to the bed-"to occupy my time. I find Vanessa's charms to be rather common-not at all exciting anymore.
Susie's, on the other hand...." His voice trailed off as he rubbed his crotch. The two men grinned at each other.
It was only a matter of another five minutes before the yacht started moving out to sea. Anthony went to the cabin to check on Susie. She was still sleeping. He untied her arms and legs to give her muscles a rest. He left the cabin, locking the door behind him, then went to the main salon and fixed himself a drink as he contemplated the situation with Vanessa.
Raoul entered the fun room, closing the door behind him. He walked to the end of the bed and began undressing. Vanessa watched him with fearful eyes, her cheeks stained with tears. Her voice quivered as she spoke: "What's going to happen, Raoul? Please tell me. How angry is he?"
He refused to answer her questions, refused to give her any information one way or the other. His eyes glowed with sinister excitement as he stared at her neatly trimmed snatch. His breathing became heavy as he climbed onto the foot of the bed, bent his face close to the moist slit and rubbed his nose through her thick pussy fur. The aroma of her sex caused his cock to twitch. A smile of pure lust slowly spread across his face.
Raoul settled his face into her muff and began to slowly lick across her opening with the flat of his tongue, carefully avoiding any contact with her clit. He periodically flicked the tip of his tongue between her thick outer pussy lips and her smaller inner ones. At about ten-minute intervals he would tug hard on her pussy fur with his lips until she cried out, then he would nip on her inner pussy lips with his teeth. Her little cries of distress excited his senses and made his cock jump.
He kept this up for an hour without touching her clit or inserting his tongue into her pussy tunnel. Her juices were flowing freely and she kept trying to arch her muff into his face. He could tell she was in a highly agitated state and wanted more. But he wasn't ready to give it to her. Her pleasure was of no interest to him; it was only his own pleasure he cared about, and part of that pleasure was denying her. She had treated him like dirt too many times for him to have any concern for her enjoyment.
"Raoul, please ... don't torture me like this." Her voice was shaky; she was clearly begging for relief. She wanted his mouth on her throbbing clit, his tongue shoved up her cunt canal as far as it would go. Her pussy was burning, her need for release was boiling inside her. Even having him tug on her pussy fur and painfully bite her pussy lips was preferable to the slow torture he was subjecting her to. She had never realized he was this adept at reading a woman's degree of sexual excitement, at being able to determine how close she was to pleasure and then denying her.
He ignored her pleadings. It would be about three more hours before they were anchored off Esteban's property and he would have to relinquish his toy to the crew. He knew he could continue on like he was for at least another half hour before he needed to seek his own relief. Then he would settle down to really devouring her. He intended to leave her with bite marks all over her body. His anticipation made his cock swell even more fully than its already extended condition, the head a deep purple color. He laughed quietly. This was going to be a voyage-and a lesson-she would never forget.
Susie finally stirred awake. At first she was very disoriented, not sure where she was or why. Her arm and leg muscles ached as she tried to move. Then the throbbing soreness of her ravished cunt and anus brought back all the horrible memories. She opened her eyes. The first sight that greeted her was a naked Anthony Douglas looming over her, looking down at her naked body.
He had patiently waited for her to wake up on her own. He did not want to use her while she was unconscious; he wanted her to know everything that was happening. He wanted all of her-her tight little pussy, her very hot ass and her sensual mouth. He even wanted to taste her pussy juices. He seldom engaged in cunt licking, but she had such a delicious little love nest that he wanted that, too. Besides, he could tell from Raoul's happy little murmurings that her taste was probably exceptionally good.
"Well, you're finally awake. Is there something you'd like before we begin again? A drink of water? Something to eat? To use the bathroom?"
Susie looked around frantically for something to cover her nakedness. There were no sheets or blankets. She placed one hand in front of her exposed pubic mound and the other across her breasts. She was aware that the yacht was moving. Then the full meaning of his words hit her-"before we begin again."
Her voice was small and frightened. "Where are we going? What are you going to do to me?"
"We're headed for Mexico. What I'm going to do to you is fuck every orifice you have until I'm too exhausted to continue. That will probably take hours. Then I'll open sales negotiations with your prospective new owner." He saw stark terror come into her eyes. Her fear pleased him. "Now, you can be cooperative and I won't need to tie you up, or you can try to resist and force me to truss you up again. Maybe that's what you really want, hram?"
"Please, Mr. Douglas." The tears streamed down her cheeks and she sobbed the words. "Please don't do this."
He fixed her with a stern look. He was in no mood to listen to her whining. His voice was curt. "This is your last chance. Do you want a drink of water, something to eat, or to use the bathroom? If not, then we'll begin." To indicate to her the seriousness of his words, he slipped one finger into her puckered little bottomhole and another finger into her pussy slit.
She jumped at the sudden intrusion and tried to shrink away from him. Both places were still tender and swollen from his earlier harsh treatment of her body. "Oh, please-no. I want ... I want to use the bathroom."
He looked at her for a long moment, noting the fear in her eyes. Finally he withdrew his fingers and stood up. "Okay, you can use the bathroom." He watched as she rose from the bed and then he followed her into the small cabin room. She started to say something but he cut off her words before she could speak.
"Don't even ask, Susie. I'm not going to leave you in here alone. Now, do whatever it is you want to do and then we'll return to the bed and to our playtime." His eyes held a look of pure lust as he slowly raked his gaze over her naked body. Suddenly he reached out and tweaked her nipple.
She recoiled at his touch but he only laughed and sat on the edge of the bathtub and waited for her to finish. She was obviously stalling for time but he allowed it, amused with the idea that she thought she could stall long enough to make everything go away.
Finally, tired of waiting, he reached out and grabbed one breast and pulled her toward him.
"Enough of this stalling, Susie. It's time to resume the fun." He quickly took her small body in his arms and threw her across his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Her rear end protruded upward across his shoulder while her head rested across his back. With her ass so completely exposed, he couldn't resist inserting two fingers into her bottomhole. He began to draw them in and out as he carried her into the bedroom. She cried out at the first intrusion into her sore and swollen opening but then made no other sounds.
He removed his fingers and unceremoniously dumped her in the middle of the bed. He stared at her frightened face as she tried desperately to cover her nakedness. "I'm not an unreasonable man, Susie. I'm just going to keep fucking you. Do you have any preference for the order in which all of this is going to happen?" His smile was cruel and cold. She didn't answer. "No? Then I guess we'll proceed as I wish."
Anthony licked his lips. The more he stared at her shaved mound the more he wanted to run his tongue over it, nip at it, taste it. He quickly yanked her legs apart and snuggled his face up against her pussy. Her scent was intoxicating. He reached up and crushed her full breasts with his hands, squeezing the succulent flesh and roughly twisting her nipples.
His tongue snaked out and tickled across her mount before tracing the outline of her opening. The texture of her tender little pussy lips excited his senses as he nibbled on them. He felt her body tremble as her juices wet his lips and chin. He thrust his tongue inside her tunnel as he closed his lips around her hard little clit.
Susie was very confused. Once again vile things were being done to her, but also, once again, the strange tinglings were making themselves known deep inside her. She wanted to fight against this man's assault on her private place but she couldn't. Instead, her body began to tremble and her breathing became more rapid. She didn't understand the feelings but could not deny them. She closed her eyes and tried to will the feelings to go away. She shuddered from embarrassment when she heard the slurping and sucking sounds emanating from her very wet love tunnel.
Raoul was devouring Vanessa's cunt with almost religious fervor-slurping her juices from her pussy slit, biting both her outer and inner pussy lips, roughly tugging and pulling on her curly bush and sucking on her sensitive flesh. Her cries and sobs only served to spur him on. Hearing them excited him, driving him to an even more zealous assault on her sore pussy.
His cock throbbed, almost to the point of pain. For an hour and a half he had indulged his lust without restriction. Now he needed relief for his aching balls. He pulled his head from between her legs, her juices coating his cheeks and chin with a glistening sheen. He grinned cruelly as he spoke, mocking her. "Are we having fun yet?" He quickly covered her body with his as he brought the tip of his cock to her burning cunt hole.
"You wanted hard cock. Well, your wish is my command." His laughter was hollow and cold. Without hesitation he rammed his shaft all the way into her until he was buried to his balls. Her incessant sobs only acted to titillate his already inflamed senses. He plunged in and out of her with harsh strokes, using the entire length of his prick. His mouth sought out and found one of her breasts. His teeth captured her hardened nipple, tugging and biting at it with uncontrolled abandon. He pumped into her mercilessly, his balls slapping her buttocks.
His passion finally boiled over and he shot his hot cream deep inside her pussy well. He continued to shuttle in and out of her cunt until it had wrung his prick dry. His body collapsed on hers as her nipple slipped from his mouth, his saliva glistening on the ample flesh of her large breast. The teeth marks stood out red and ugly on her skin, visible evidence of Raoul's frenzy. His chest heaved as he gulped in large quantities of air, his ragged breathing covering the sounds of her pitiful little cries.
Raoul finally got his breathing under control. He climbed from between her legs and sat on the end of the bed, his spent cock resting limply against his upper thigh-the last remaining drops of his sperm clinging to the head. His voice was hard and cruel. "What's the matter, Vanessa? Aren't you having as good a time as I am? I thought you would be enjoying this. After all, this is what you do for a living-procure lovely ladies for fun and games."
"You're a pig," she spat between sobs. "Someday I'm going to make you pay for this."
He had finally regained his composure, his breathing under control. "Now why would I want to pay for it when I'm getting all I want for free?" He laughed as he positioned himself between her wide-spread legs and lowered his mouth to her gaping cunt. Her scream of outrage as he plunged his tongue inside her once again sent a thrill surging through his body, reawakening his limp cock.
CHAPTER THREE
Susie's mind was in a whirl. She didn't understand what was happening. Anthony still had his mouth buried between her legs; his tongue flicked in and out of her cunt slit, his lips surrounded her tingling little clit and sucked with enraged persistence, his right hand manipulated her nipples to taut points and with his left hand he ran his fingers along the bridge between her puckered rosebud opening and her very wet pussyhole.
Tremors of excitement surged through her body, soothing away the soreness surrounding her anus and vagina. Her breathing became labored as she gave in to the tempting sensations he was forcing on her. She was horrified to realize she was actually thrusting her hips forward, shoving her womanhood hard against his mouth.
Anthony was also quite surprised by her actions. She was responding to his stimulation of her love button, actually encouraging his continued feasting. His hard cock was demanding attention even though he was not yet ready to relinquish her delicious taste. He maneuvered his body around on top of hers, his head still nestled between her spread thighs while his rod now bobbed above her mouth. Her little whimpers and cries of excitement aroused his carnal hunger to new levels.
Before he could reach down to grab his prick and force it into her mouth, he felt her trembling fingers encircle the shaft and pull his rigidity to her lips. They eagerly closed around it and she began to suck, much like a baby at its mother's breast. Her actions were tentative and unsure, displaying her complete lack of experience. He immediately began to thrust his pelvis, forcing his throbbing poker more fully into her mouth, and at the same time increased his hold on her throbbing little clit.
He wrapped his arms around her hips and reached his hands under her ass cheeks. He roughly squeezed the hemispheres of firm flesh, then ran his fingers up and down the separation. Susie's juices were flowing unchecked and actually trickling along the path between her cheeks, spreading her dampness over her anus and onto his fingers. He took one wet finger and thrust it into the dark opening, then inserted a second finger.
Her body was beginning to respond to everything he was doing. Her pussy lips opened and closed around his tongue, her puckered rosebud tried to pull his fingers deeper inside her. She gradually took more and more of his rigid cock into her mouth and then her throat.
Susie felt a fire burning through her, starting at her most intimate place and spreading through her entire body. She didn't understand it, she knew only that she seemed to have no control over it. She wanted more and more of what he was doing; her need for the sensations was consuming her. She soon realized that the more vigorously and enthusiastically she sucked on his cock the more driven he seemed to be in his depraved conquest of her womanhood. Even his fingers pumping in and out of her asshole no longer repulsed her-quite the contrary.
She wrapped her arms around his hips, running her fingers across the muscled flesh of his bottomcheeks. Her own hips thrust wildly out of control, forcing her pussy hard against his mouth. Indescribable sensations surged through her body, rapidly building to some sort of a crescendo. She sensed that something very powerful was about to happen but she didn't know what, she only knew she wanted more-she wanted it harder and faster.
Susie felt the convulsions begin deep inside her and quickly spread throughout her being. She had never in her life experienced anything like it. She thought that she might faint, but then the feeling passed and was replaced by a nearferocity that was almost frightening in its magnitude. Her intensely aroused state took control of her conscious actions. She jammed a finger deep inside his asshole; she was driven to such a state that she didn't know what else to do. The primal ferocity of the sensations seemed to surge through her forever before they finally stopped, leaving her feeling drained. Her little whimpers and cries of sexual passion continued as she lay beneath him. She still felt the strong tingling sensations centered at the core of her heated sex.
Anthony had not been prepared for her abrupt surrender. He felt her heat, felt her demand for more. Her mouth was working magic on his hard cock. Her tongue slithered over the head, then lapped hungrily at the shaft. He shuddered involuntarily as she sucked deeply. This girl was amazing! She knew instinctively how to give a blow job. Now she was nibbling at his balls, taking each of them into her mouth and rolling them around. When she released them she swabbed the bridge between his sac and his anus, then she returned up the underside of his throbbing shaft until her lips closed around the head. It was almost impossible for him to take. She lowered her head and allowed his cock to slide down her throat. Her throat muscles began to contract as she tried to suck the sperm from him. That, combined with the tantalizing texture and delicious taste of her juicy pussy, was driving him to the edge much quicker than he wanted. Then he felt her finger press into his asshole. He was unable to hold back. With one last violent thrust of his hips he shoved his pulsating cock as far into her mouth as he could and shot hard streams of hot love juice down her throat.
Susie was unprepared for the amount of his cream that rushed into her mouth. She tried to swallow it but couldn't gulp fast enough. Some of it oozed out around the edges of the joining of her lips and his shaft and dribbled down her chin. Even though her energies seemed to be totally spent, her mouth refused to stop sucking and pulling on his cock. Before it could go completely limp, it started to swell and grow-quickly attaining its previous hardness.
He lifted his head from her steaming love nest, his face coated with her juices. He was disappointed and slightly annoyed. He was far from through with her and did not want the delay of having to obtain an erection again before he could thoroughly fuck her hot wet pussy. Then, to his delight, he felt her newly talented mouth quickly suck him to hardness.
His words came out in gasping puffs. "That's good, Susie, real good. You're learning fast. You're increasing in value by the minute."
She heard his words, understood what they meant, but at that moment she didn't care. All she cared about was getting more of what he had been doing to her. She whimpered as she thrust her hips upward, trying to mash her hot pussy against his mouth.
He withdrew his rigid tool and rolled off her body. Her skin was flushed, her eyes were glazed with lustful desire, droplets of his semen still clung to her lips. She emitted little cries as he withdrew from her mouth. Her pitiful words were spoken in a quavering voice. "Don't stop, don't leave. More ... please ... I want more."
His voice was husky. "And you will have more, lots more." He positioned himself between her widespread legs, bringing the tip of his cock to her pussy mouth. He could feel the heat radiating from her slit. Her breasts heaved up and down with her ragged breathing. "I'm going to fuck you long and hard," he murmured. Then he drove downward, ramming his entire length into her wet tunnel.
Raoul became aware of the yacht stopping and dropping anchor. He knew it meant they had arrived in the cove off Esteban's compound. He also knew that it signaled the end of his free time with Vanessa. It was just as well; he had been at her for almost five hours. He was exhausted. He pulled himself from between her legs and leaned back on the bed, trying to get his labored breathing under control.
He surveyed the near-hysterical woman splayed out on the bed. A cruel smile turned the corners of his mouth. Both of her breasts were covered with darkening bite marks. Her pussy mound had been thoroughly ravished. Her slit was swollen and red.
Raoul leaned forward and jammed his finger into Vanessa's anus. "We ran out of time; I didn't even get around to this." He allowed his smile to widen. "However, I'm sure there'll be someone along to take care of my oversight." He saw the new fear come into her eyes as she continued to sob. The smile quickly faded from his face. He glared at her, his look malevolent. "Maybe now you'll treat me with a little more respect." He left her trussed up and returned to his own cabin to shower and get some sleep.
Anthony pumped with long strokes, his stiff prick now moving smoothly in and out of Susie's asshole. She lay on her stomach with her knees pulled up under her body, forcing her bottom into the air. She wiggled back against each of his forward thrusts, making sure his tool was fully embedded inside her bottom opening. Excited little gasps escaped her mouth each time his balls slapped against her pouting cunt, which still dripped with a combination of his sperm and her pussy juices.
He was aware that the yacht had dropped anchor. He needed to finish with Susie so she could clean up and get some rest before Esteban came aboard. He wanted her to look refreshed. He knew the Spaniard would pay top dollar for the merchandise ... after all, Susie was prime goods. Just the thought of the conclusion of his deal spurred him on. He increased the force of his thrusts as he felt his balls tighten. He began to shuttle in and out of her frantically. A few moments later he shot his last load of hot cream deep inside her ass. He withdrew his limp organ as she collapsed in a heap on the bed. "That was good, Susie-so very good. You're going to be worth a great deal of money to me."
Anthony sent her into the bathroom, instructing her to clean up, bathe and get some sleep. She complied with his orders without hesitation. He left the cabin, locking the door behind him, then returned to his own stateroom to take a shower and dress.
He emerged half an hour later feeling refreshed. The next item to attend to was Vanessa. He chuckled to himself as he thought about Raoul having his way with her for all those hours. Then a slight frown wrinkled his brow. He wasn't happy about his decision to reinstate her in her job. The decision had been based on the necessity of the moment. He would start an immediate search for a replacement. He would allow her to present him with the two girls she had previously mentioned and that would be the end of their business relationship.
Anthony paused at the door of the crew lounge. The captain and the four crew members were seated at the table; each wore a look of expectation, anxiously awaiting Anthony's permission to use the fun room and its occupant. It was still about seven hours until dawn.
Anthony addressed his comments to the captain. "Stewart, come with me." The two men proceeded down the passageway to the fun room. Anthony entered first with Stewart following. He walked over to the bed and looked down at Vanessa, a slight smile curling his lips as he saw her ravaged state.
Vanessa watched with frightened eyes as the two men approached her. Anthony untied her wrists and ankles, allowing her to curl into a quivering heap in the middle of the bed. Her muscles ached from the uncomfortable position she had been forced to maintain for all those hours. With one hand she rubbed her breasts where Raoul's teeth marks still scored her flesh. With her other hand she rubbed and caressed her battered mound.
Anthony's voice was hard and cold. "You have half an hour to shower and clean yourself up. After that we will have a discussion about your future. Then"-he turned toward Stewart with a lascivious grin-"the captain will be in charge until dawn." He reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her up from the bed. He shoved her roughly toward the bathroom and watched as she staggered through the door. He handed a key to Stewart, the key to a special closet in the corner of the room.
Stewart unlocked the closet to reveal a collection of whips, straps, dildos and various types of restraints. He fondled one particular strap, his breathing increasing slightly as he gave the strap almost loving caresses. He finally spoke, his voice growing husky. "The lovely Vanessa-this will be quite a treat. I can sympathize with Raoul's attitude and complaints; she does have much too superior an air about her. She needs to be reminded of her lowly status." The captain rubbed his hand across his crotch as he felt the surge of energy to his rapidly stiffening organ.
Anthony busied himself during the next thirty minutes. He placed a call to Esteban and arranged a business meeting on the yacht for later that morning. He could tell, even on the phone, how excited Esteban was after hearing the description of Susie and her newly acquired talents. He smiled to himself as he hung up the phone. He had suggested a price to Esteban, a highly inflated price that would allow him room for negotiation. To his delight, the Spaniard had not made too many objections to the figure.
At the end of the allotted half hour, Anthony returned to the fun room. Vanessa looked up as he entered the room. She was no longer sobbing. Being able to take a shower and tend to her sore and abused flesh had made her feel better. She tried to project a positive, controlled attitude.
She immediately rushed to Anthony and dropped to her knees. Working as fast as she could, she unzipped his trousers while talking to him. Her fingers trembled and her voice quavered. "Anthony, darling, I've certainly learned my lesson. It was very foolish of me to disobey your instructions." She reached inside his pants and withdrew his limp cock, holding it tenderly in her hands, gently stroking it. "Is there anything I can do to show you how truly sorry I am?"
She looked up at his expressionless face and offered him a smile. "I thank you for the leniency of my punishment. I want to do something to show my appreciation." She kissed the tip of his still limp cock. "What would you like me to do for you?"
His eyes were cold as he stared at her. He thought to himself what a pathetic sight she was, on her knees groveling in front of him-assuming that everything was now as it had always been. "What makes you think your punishment is over?"
His words caused a tremor of fear to shoot through her body. "But, Anthony"-she again kissed the tip of his cock, then sensually ran her tongue around the head-"it was only a minor transgression. You know I've served you loyally and provided you with excellent merchandise." She reached her other hand in and cradled his balls. She was becoming frustrated by the fact that he was not responding to the strokes and kisses she administered to his limp meat.
Anthony had completely exhausted himself with Susie. He knew it would be a while before he would be able to achieve an erection, no matter who did what to him. He had nothing left until he could get some rest and replenish himself. A cruel smile turned the corners of his mouth.
"Okay, Vanessa. I'll offer you a wager-sort of a 'double or nothing' type of deal. Are you interested?"
A hopeful glimmer darted through her eyes. "Whatever you desire, darling. I'll do whatever you want."
"Here's the wager. I'll give you five minutes to make me come. If you can do that then we'll consider your punishment completed and you can go back to work. If you fail you will entertain the crew until dawn and then entertain Raoul for another session of whatever he wants. Do we have a deal?"
A cold shudder moved through her as she listened to his words. She had seen Stewart indulge his passions with other women and with men. He had a long-standing love affair with the strap and used it expertly. She also knew that the other members of the crew would all be at her at the same time. She had already experienced what Raoul was capable of inflicting on her. To be subjected to both tortures seemed almost more than she would be able to endure.
Her voice clearly showed her fear. "And if I don't wish to accept the wager?"
"Then it will be the crew until dawn. As I said, Vanessa, double or nothing is the wager unless you want the already designated punishment to stand. Are you feeling lucky today?"
She was smart enough to know a bad deal when she heard one. She had been stroking and kissing his limp cock and fondling his balls for several minutes now and had not been able to elicit even a small twitch in response to her efforts. Anthony obviously knew something she did not, knew she would not be able to win the bet. She made a quick decision. She would take the punishment as scheduled-if for no other reason than to deny Raoul another opportunity to ravish her body.
Anthony seemed almost disappointed at her decision to pass on his offer. He told her she could have half an hour to rest. She would be able to sleep after daylight arrived. Then he left and told Stewart that he could proceed in half an hour ... and also to remind him that Vanessa still worked for him and he would be needing her services. He didn't want her damaged in any way that would make it difficult for her to perform her duties. His warning was stern and the captain fully understood.
Before retiring to his stateroom to get some sleep, he checked on Susie. She had taken a shower, washed her hair, and tended to the care of her newly initiated pleasure centers. She slept soundly, looking like the picture of young innocence. He smiled, very pleased with himself, as he locked her door and went to his own room.
Vanessa tried to take a nap, knowing full well she would need all her strength for the ordeal ahead of her. She had just nodded off when Stewart awakened her with a sharp sting of the leather strap across her bare bottom. She jumped and cried out in pain.
"Well, well, well ... if it isn't the lovely Vanessa." He leaned forward and ran his fingertips across the red welt that had just appeared across her wellrounded bottom. "I understand that you've been a bad girl. I think a spanking is definitely in order. If a leader can't maintain discipline among his ranks then what is left?" He withdrew his fingers and again brought the strap down against her white flesh.
She tried to scoot across the bed to avoid the stinging blow. He reached out and roughly grabbed her arm in an iron grip. His voice was cold and cruel. "No you don't. You're not going anywhere. You're going to stay right here and take your punishment."
Stewart placed his knee in the middle of her back to hold her in place on her stomach as he tied her wrists to the posts. Positioning her abdomen across the elevated ridge in the bed forced her delicious bottom up into the air. He spread her legs and secured her ankles to the bed. He quickly removed his clothes. His cock was already protruding rigidly from his dark wiry pubic patch.
He slowly ran his fingers across the quivering flesh of her bottom while stroking his hard cock. Then, with both hands, he separated her cheeks until he had a clear view of her puckered bottomhole. He inserted one finger, then a second, into the opening. "What a nice little asshole you have. My prick is going to feel very happy inside there." He rotated and then withdrew his fingers. "But first...." He brought the strap down hard against her bare ass.
Vanessa cried out as the hard leather cracked across her flesh again and again. Her rear end burned with pain as she endured his relentless strapping. Every now and then his expert touch would flick the very tip of the strap between her wide-spread legs and just catch the edge of her pussy lips. This tactic never failed to elicit a scream as she pulled against her restraints.
Beads of sweat stood out on Stewart's forehead as he brought the strap down against her red-welted flesh, each blow stinging more than the last.
Anthony's words about not damaging her so that she wouldn't be able to perform her work duties rang loud and clear in the back of his mind. He handled the strap carefully, raising only ugly welts but not breaking the skin.
The captain was able to maintain the strapping for half an hour. His raging hard-on throbbed almost painfully as he threw the strap to the floor. His chest heaved with his labored breathing, his voice so husky as to make his words almost unintelligible. "Now, you little bitch, I'm going to fuck your butthole like you've never had it fucked before."
He grabbed both cheeks and roughly yanked them apart, holding them wide as he watched the little opening pucker in and out. He shoved three fingers all the way into the opening, Vanessa's screams of protest only serving to excite him more than he already was. He withdrew his fingers, placed the deep red head of his ramrod against her opening, then thrust forward until he felt his balls slap her gaping pussy. He held his prick inside her tight canal while he squeezed and pinched the cheeks of her welted ass.
Stewart didn't care about anything else-only her ass. Her large breasts and hard nipples were of no interest to him; her wet pussy would be left for the crew. It was her ass that he wanted, that he craved, that he intended to ravish-the tight little rosebud opening and the narrow passage squeezed his swollen drilling rig in the most delightful way. As he had said earlier, he would be spending lots of time in her back entrance.
As soon as her screams quieted down to sobs and whimpers, he began vigorous strokes in and out of her channel. Each time he would plunge in all the way to his balls as his fingers continued to squeeze and pinch the battered cheeks. He ground against her and jiggled his cock from side to side as he continued to bang away. After several minutes of thrusting, he felt his balls begin to tighten. He pulled her cheeks apart so that he could see his cock disappear and reappear with each stroke. The tension boiled inside him as he rammed her with short hard strokes until he erupted in a powerful orgasm, shooting his hot cream deep inside her.
He was far from through with her. As soon as he regained his composure, he withdrew his limp prick from her opening and retrieved the strap from the floor. Again the harsh blows stung her tender flesh as he brought the leather against her quivering bottom. His frenzied excitement from the handling of the strap quickly brought his tool to attention, ready for another foray into her tight rear entrance. The strap fell to the floor.
Stewart accomplished three successive conquests of Vanessa's bruised and battered rear end, each time his handling of the strap a little more excessive. He finally fell to the side, exhausted. After a few minutes' rest, he summoned the other members of the crew.
Stewart settled into a large, comfortable chair in the corner of the cabin to watch the performance of his crew members. As had happened in the past, their sexual hunger took precedence over everything. They all hovered over her at once, hands grabbing and poking.
Vanessa felt herself being released from her restraints. She knew there was nothing she could do but endure and pray that it would all be over before too long. She kept her eyes tightly shut, not wanting to see who was doing what to her. She felt one of the crew stretch out on the bed on his back. Strong hands gripped her hips, lifted her up and brought her down.
The first mate's cock was long, thick, and very hard. He lay on his back, lifted Vanessa and brought her gaping pussy down on his erect organ. Her body was limp in his hands, neither fighting nor cooperating. The large poker slipped easily up her wet tunnel. He grabbed both of her ample breasts with his large hands as she fell forward.
She felt the large cock completely fill her still-tender pussy. She had no energy left; she fell forward only to have whoever was beneath her grab her breasts and hold her by them as if they were handles. Nothing mattered, she only wanted it to be over. There was no pleasure and no pain, only numbness. Someone had pushed his cockhead into her mouth, forcing it between her lips. Before she could even adjust to the intrusion, she felt someone else's dong penetrate her recently ravaged anus, the way lubricated by the generous helpings of the captain's passion cream that still resided inside her anal canal.
Everyone moved, almost with practiced precision. She was being lifted up and down on the first mate's large tool while someone else pumped in and out of her anus and a third someone vigorously fucked her mouth. She felt nothing.
Stewart watched the scene unfolding before him, cocks filling each and every orifice Vanessa possessed. His own exhausted prick began to twitch to life. Timmy, the cabin boy, and at twenty the youngest member of the crew, stood next to the bed rapidly stroking his own hard rod as he watched the proceedings. The captain leaned way out of his chair and caught him by the arm and pulled him to the chair. Timmy's eyes were glazed with excitement as he worked his own tool with his hand.
"Let me help you with that, Timmy." Stewart rose from the chair and leaned Timmy across the arm so that the young man's firm white ass protruded at an enticing angle.
The captain brought his reawakened organ to Timmy's asshole. Timmy instinctively shoved back, taking the cock all the way into his rear opening. He continued to stroke his own hard cock, setting his rhythm to match that of the captain. Stewart rocked in and out of Timmy's ass as Timmy rocked in and out of the tight sheath formed by his two hands.
Timmy and Stewart both moaned their pleasure as each neared release. Timmy felt the hot semen spurt deep inside him, the excitement causing his own orgasm to ripple through his lithe body. After four wrenching spasms, Stewart finally withdrew his spent prick. He spread Timmy's ass cheeks and watched as the cream oozed from the opening. The sight so excited the older man that he put his mouth to the young man's anus and eagerly tongued and sucked on the little bottomhole until he had extracted all of his own discharge. The boy, all the while, moaned and whimpered in ecstasy as his sperm shot onto the floor.
The bed almost bounced up and down on the floor from the vigorous activities, all three men in a fucking frenzy that was close to being out of control. Vanessa was being pulled, stretched, rammed, filled with cock from all directions. All three men had exchanged positions, each attacking a different orifice after having gushed his semen into the one he had been occupying.
After several hours things finally seemed to be almost at a stop. Barely conscious, Vanessa sensed that she was on the bed alone. Cautiously, she opened her eyes for the first time and looked around the room. She could see the first gray streaks of dawn through the window. The captain and three of the crew were sprawled around the room, all in an exhausted sleep. Only Timmy was awake.
He stood next to the bed, his eyes slowly raking every inch of her body. His cock, Vanessa had to admit, was a remarkably healthy specimen of manhood, hard and erect. Without a word he shoved her onto her back and spread her legs.
She was surprised at the amount of tenderness he displayed as he entered her throbbing cunt. He set a slow, deliberate rhythm with his long strokes. At the same time he bent his head and took one of her hardened nipples into his mouth and began to suck. As his excitement grew, his rhythm quickened.
To her surprise, Vanessa began to feel the sensations of arousal. Her clit tingled, her pussy throbbed, and she began to move with him. In a matter of only minutes they were both totally absorbed in a deliciously frantic fuck. Her last thought before exploding in an exquisite orgasm centered on her surprise that she could become so aroused by any male and that this young man had been able to accomplish it so easily, especially after the abuse she had just suffered at the hands of the vile crewmen.
CHAPTER FOUR
Raoul was awake and dressed as the sky became light in the predawn minutes. He went directly to the fun room and roused the crew, sending them back to their quarters. He pulled Vanessa up from the bed. The room was a mess, she was a mess. Semen still seeped from her gaping pussy and from her swollen, stretched anus. He could see sperm smeared on the side of her face, in her hair and across her breasts. Not only were his own bite marks still clearly visible, but now her bottom, lower back and upper thighs showed ugly welts from Stewart's strapping.
She moaned as he hoisted her over his shoulder and carried her into the bathroom. He deposited her in the tub and turned on the water. "Wake up, Vanessa. Get yourself cleaned up and then you can get some sleep. If you want something to eat first, that'll be okay."
She slowly came around, responding to his words. The water cascading into the tub felt soothing on her battered body. His mention of food struck a chord. She hadn't eaten for almost twenty-four hours. She was hungry and thirsty. She finally managed some words. "Yes, I'd like something to eat." She took the wash cloth and began to carefully pat at her swollen, aching vagina and anus.
Anthony sat on the deck enjoying the early morning sun and drinking his coffee. He looked across the water at the large estate behind the high wall. Exultation filled him as he thought of the meeting with Esteban that would take place in three hours. He knew he wouldn't have any trouble getting the price he was asking for Susie.
In another hour he would wake her up and see to it that she was ready to be presented for inspection. He would, of course, take his final pleasures with her first. His thoughts were interrupted by Raoul, who poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table.
"Vanessa is cleaning up, then she wants something to eat. I told her she could sleep but that you'd be discussing her future with her later today."
"What was her reaction to that?" Anthony didn't seem too concerned with the answer as he sipped his coffee.
"She was too wasted to care one way or the other."
"What kind of condition was she in? Was Stewart pretty much under control?"
"She wasn't too bad. I've seen Stewart do far worse."
Anthony extended a lascivious grin toward Raoul. "Did you get your fill?"
"Yeah, I guess so." He furrowed his brow in concentration for a moment. "I'll tell you one thing, she's nothing compared to Susie. That's the sweetest cunt I've ever had my mouth on. Now I could feast on that forever."
Anthony chuckled at Raoul's words, knowing for himself how true they were. "On to other business. Esteban will be here in three hours. Make sure Vanessa is locked in one of the cabins. She'll probably be sound asleep, but I don't want to take a chance on her interfering during the sales negotiations. How much money I get for Susie is none of her business and has no bearing on how much I pay her."
"No problem. Do you have any instructions for the crew? Are you going to let them go ashore or will we be leaving soon?"
"We'll be leaving as soon as my business with Esteban is concluded. The crew stays on board."
Anthony unlocked the door to the cabin where Susie had spent the night. He entered quietly, closing the door behind him. Without further ado, he undressed and sat on the edge of the bed. He slowly trailed his fingertips across her full breasts, then pinched her nipples to taut points. They immediately responded to his touch.
Susie slowly opened her eyes and stretched. She felt rested, all things considered. She reached out her hand and cupped his balls then wrapped her fingers around his limp shaft.
Anthony was pleased with her initiative. If she continued to be this cooperative with Esteban, she might find the situation not as unpleasant as it had been for many who had gone before her. But right now was for pleasure; business would be later. He climbed on top of her, putting his mouth to her sweet pussy and dangling his limp dick in front of her face. Without hesitation she took it between her lips and began to suck as she fondled his balls. Raoul had been totally correct-she had just the sweetest pussy. Her juices started to flow as soon as he touched his tongue to her clit. Not only had she acquired the skill to administer an expert blow job in an astoundingly short period of time, she seemed to appreciate with an equal intensity having her exquisite cunt licked. He dove into her with relish, scouring the outer lips of her pussy and pausing only to nibble on the sensitive flesh until she was writhing beneath him. He rolled her engorged clit between his teeth, exulting in the fact that he had totally tamed her, that she not only allowed him to do whatever her wished to her-though she had little choice in the matter-she actually wanted him to take her and gave of herself with surprising eagerness. Yes, he reflected as he continued to chew on her pussy lips, she had turned into an expert fuck and suck. If not for his long-standing rule of never mixing business with pleasure, he might even have considered keeping her for himself. But of course the deal came first, and he was never one to ignore the siren lure of money.
The small motor launch came alongside the yacht and Esteban quickly climbed aboard. "Ah, Anthony my friend. How good to see you again." The two men shook hands, then walked to the main salon. "I'm most anxious to see this prize you have for me. If she is half the woman you profess her to be, she will be a welcome addition to my little home." Esteban laughed, a sound that was decidedly wicked.
Even though the Spaniard was shorter than Anthony, he outweighed him by thirty pounds. As he approached his fifty-first birthday Esteban had developed a noticeable paunch, plus the start of a double chin and jowls. His black hair was slicked back and graying at the temples. He wore a white shirt unbuttoned to the waist, and his chest was covered with thick black curly hair. His thin white slacks made it obvious that he wore no underwear. Despite the signs of age, Ramon Esteban had an almost insatiable sexual appetite and could go on for hours at a stretch needing only a few minutes to regain an erection following orgasm.
They sat at the table in the main salon, Anthony pouring champagne for their refreshment. They exchanged amenities, inquiring after each other's health and recent activities. After half an hour, it was time to get down to the business at hand. Anthony instructed Raoul to get Susie and bring her to the salon.
Susie was stark naked. Esteban's dark eyes glowed with a sinister lust as he slowly circled her. He squeezed her breasts, pinched her broad nipples, poked at her shaved mound and ran his hand over her rounded bottom. His breathing quickened as he circled her a second time. "Very nice, Anthony. Very nice, indeed. I feared you were exaggerating her charms, but she's everything you said she was. Have her bend over so I can have a look."
Fear coursed through Susie as she watched the Spaniard, saw the look in his eyes. She had to force herself to remain still each time he touched her. He was repulsive. He frightened her. Both his look and his touch were cruel. She obeyed Anthony's instructions to bend over the arm of the couch and spread her legs so that both her anus and pussy were exposed from the rear.
Esteban licked his lips as he knelt behind her for a closer inspection of her private parts. The little bottomhole puckered delightfully and her delicate inner pussy lips were pink and perfect. Her hairless mound sent little shivers of excitement through him; he felt his cock twitch. He inserted two of his thick, stubby fingers into her tight pussy and another finger into her asshole. He wiggled them around, withdrew them from the tight little holes, then put them in his mouth. He closed his eyes as he made a happy little humming sound while absorbing her taste.
Anthony signaled Raoul to return Susie to her cabin. After Raoul removed her from the room, Anthony turned to Esteban to discuss the details of the transaction. He could tell how taken the Spaniard was with Susie; he knew there would be very little negotiation and that he would get his price.
"Ah, yes, my little Susie. We shall have quite a good time together." Esteban led the naked girl down a long hallway inside his large villa. His hard cock bulged against his slacks, and his breathing had already quickened. From the moment he had laid eyes on the slim young woman with the glistening blond hair he knew he had to have her, no matter what the price.
He opened a door and shoved her into the large room. "This will be your home ... as long as you continue to provide me pleasure and satisfy my needs."
A cold shiver moved through her body as Susie took in her surroundings. There was a very large bed that seemed to dominate the room. Next to the bed were rings embedded in the floor about three feet apart; directly above them were similar rings attached to the ceiling. Mounted on a wall was a rack containing several whips, straps and oddly shaped implements that she didn't recognize. She trembled as he propelled her toward the bed.
Esteban quickly removed his clothes, dropping them on the floor in a pile. He stood before her, licking his lips as he reached out to pinch her nipples. The thick black hair on his chest extended down until it met the wiry profusion surrounding his very ample and fully erect cock. His balls hung below, large and heavy. His stubby fingers scratched through his chest hair then wrapped around the girth of his hard shaft. His voice was thick and husky. "Well, my pet. Let's see how well you perform, how good you can suck my cock."
Without another word Esteban shoved her back on the bed and quickly straddled her shoulders, his large organ pressed against her lips. She glanced toward the rack containing the whips. She knew, instinctively knew, that if she did not do exactly as he demanded he would hurt her with some unspeakable manner of torture. Everything about him was cruel-his look, his sound, his touch. She opened her mouth to receive his hardened plunger.
Esteban rammed it into her mouth. It had been difficult for him to decide exactly where to begin, since everything about her excited him-her slim body, her enormous breasts with the wide nipples, her glistening blond hair and big blue eyes, her puckered little rosebud bottomhole, but most of all her shaved pubic mound and delicate pink pussy lips.
He pumped in and out of her mouth. Each time more of his shaft disappeared down her throat. Her lips wrapped seductively around his girth; her tongue fluttered against his rounded cockhead. He knew he was not going to have any trouble from her-he could see the fear in her eyes and felt her body tremble. The situation suited him, for the time being. It was not like he really needed for her to misbehave in order to punish her.
His large prick filled her mouth completely, its thickness tautly stretching her lips. She tried her best to please him; she knew she had to. Anthony Douglas had given her a parting word of warning. He had told her she would be able to get along in relative comfort if she accommodated anything and everything Esteban wanted without question or hesitation. She kept her attention focused on what she was doing to prevent her thoughts from drifting to the utter hopelessness of her situation.
She heard the increased raspiness of his breathing as he continued his vigorous jabs into her mouth. She cradled his large balls with one hand as she reached around him with the other, her fingers tickling across his fleshy ass cheeks. Her own breathing was becoming labored; her juices coated her pussy lips and her love button throbbed with excitement. She still didn't understand how she could be feeling such surges of excitement while being forced to participate in a loathsome act with such a vile, disagreeable and frightening person.
Esteban felt the tightening in his balls. Her mouth was everything he had hoped it would be, everything Anthony told him it was. The heat of his aroused sex coursed through his body as he neared orgasm. His breath came in ragged puffs; he grunted as his chest heaved.
Susie tried her best to accommodate his more forceful thrusts, his large organ pumping into her mouth. She fought the gagging sensation that continued each time he rammed into the back of her throat.
She desperately wanted him to be finished. Remembering what had happened with Anthony, she quickly shoved her finger into his anus. She felt his body jerk then shudder. Hot streams of his cream geysered into her mouth. She felt his cock twitch with each spurt.
He rolled off her, gasping for breath. His organ was still half hard. "A talented little mouth, my pet. Now let's see what you can do with your cunt muscles." He stuck his tongue out of his mouth. She had never seen such a big, fat tongue. He slurped it around his lips then scooted down the bed. Yanking her legs wide apart, he snuggled his face up against her wet pussy and inhaled her fragrance.
He licked at her glistening pussy lips then flicked the tip of his tongue against her clit. He heard her gasp and felt her hips jerk in response. "Now, my pet ... let's see what you can do. Wrap your cunt muscles around my tongue, squeeze it and pull it inside you."
She felt his tongue rest at her opening. She didn't understand what he meant, exactly what he wanted her to do. She thrust her hips toward him and felt the flat of his tongue press against her opening. He pulled his head back from between her thighs. His voice was angry as he shouted at her, "You fucking whore, do as I say."
Her words came out in a sob. "I don't understand what you want me to do! I don't know how." She felt the sharp sting of his hand across the side of her face, saw anger contort his face. He stood next to the bed, his engorged cock once again fully extended from his hairy pubic mound, his balls prominently displayed.
His chest heaved with rage at her disobedience. His voice was low and menacing. "You will soon learn." He grabbed her arm, closing his fingers around her wrist in an iron grip, and yanked her up from the bed. Dragging her behind him he quickly moved to the rack on the far wall and grabbed some leather restraints. Next he pulled her to the rings embedded in the floor and expertly secured her ankles. Then he secured her wrists to the straps hanging from the ceiling rings.
Susie shuddered as a cold look flashed through his eyes. Fear surged through her as she watched him return to the rack and select a leather strap. She closed her eyes and tensed her body against the impending torture. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she made one last attempt to prevent it. "Please, I'll do whatever you ask-just tell me what to do, how to perform what you want. I've never done it before, I don't know how. Please ... I beg of you."
"You think you can receive mercy simply by begging for it? You shall soon learn differently." The leather strap cracked across the perfectly rounded globes of her bottom, raising an ugly red welt. Her scream of pain delighted his senses, causing his hard cock to twitch impatiently. A second, then a third and fourth blow landed on her cheeks before Esteban stepped back and watched her writhing body twist against the restraints. He slowly circled the sobbing young woman, coming to rest in front of her.
Her generous breasts with the hard nipples and her clean mound caused his mouth to water with perverse delight. "Very well. You shall have one lesson in how to use those cunt muscles to my satisfaction." He went to the door and pushed a button next to the light switch. A moment later the door opened.
Susie was surprised to see a tall, exotic-looking woman enter the room. The woman closed the door, then turned to Esteban and removed the robe she wore, displaying her well-toned, naked body. Her olive skin shimmered with a coating of some sort of oil. Her breasts were very large and very firm. Her dark nipples puckered into exceptionally long peaks. On the outer edge of her right breast was what appeared to be a tattoo of some sort ... Susie couldn't make out exactly what it was. The outer edges of her abundant black pussy fur were neatly trimmed and shaped.
The woman stood still, her hands on her hips and her legs spread wide, awaiting Esteban's instructions. He turned toward Susie. "This is Nadia. Her job is to entertain my many guests and business associates. She has been specially trained in the erotic arts and is most skillful in the execution of those duties." He turned away from the two women and retrieved something from a drawer, then returned to where Nadia stood waiting.
"You see this, Susie?" He held up a coin about the size of a half dollar. Then he placed it on the floor, standing it up on its edge. Without another word from him Nadia stood over the coin, turned her knees and feet to the outside, then squatted down over the coin until it disappeared from sight inside her pussy fur. She slowly rose to a standing position. The coin was gone.
Esteban placed his open hand between Nadia's legs, about six inches below her protruding pussy lips with his palm up. He reached up with his other hand and pinched one of her hard nipples. Susie watched with a mixture of revulsion and fascination as the coin dropped from Nadia's slit into his hand. He smiled wickedly. "That's not the only trick she can do. Show her, Nadia."
Maintaining her position with her legs spread and her feet planted securely on the floor, Nadia bent forward from the waist until her upper torso was parallel with the floor. She paused as he fondled her large breasts and tugged on her long nipples. As soon as he released her, she continued to bend her upper torso forward and down until she had contorted her body so that her face was even with the furry bush of her pussy mound.
Susie could not believe her eyes as she watched the woman's long tongue snake out of her mouth and begin to lick her own pussy lips. Then her mouth closed over her own clit and she began to suck. At this point Esteban grabbed his stiff prick and rubbed the head up and down the dark crevice of her rounded ass. Holding her hips so that she could maintain her balance, he slipped his cock into her anus and began pumping in and out of her. He grunted with each forward thrust while Nadia moaned loudly, obviously in the throes of wanton abandonment.
Susie watched as this display of depravity went on for about ten minutes. Finally Nadia screamed and almost collapsed forward, stopped only by Esteban's tight grip on her hips. He closed his eyes and contorted his face as the spasms of his sudden release shuddered through his body. He withdrew his limp prick and released his hold on Nadia, letting her fall to the floor. He staggered sideways to the bed and quickly sat on the edge until his breathing was under control.
"You have now seen what is possible. Nadia will demonstrate how it is done. I do not expect to ever hear you say that you don't know how to do something again." He unfastened Susie from her restraints and shoved her onto the bed. He turned his attention to Nadia, who had almost regained her composure. "Come here. Demonstrate to this new one how it is done."
Nadia quickly moved to the bed, lying on her back and spreading her legs. She spoke for the first time, her voice harsh and slightly accented. "Put your mouth to my pussy and stick the tip of your tongue between my pussy lips." It was said as an order, not a request. Susie's body trembled as she got on her knees between the woman's open legs. She saw the fleshy cunt lips quiver with excitement and the pussy slit involuntarily open and close.
She was shocked by what else she saw. The right side of Nadia's outer pussy lips, near the lower end of her vaginal mouth, had been pierced and a small gold ring inserted through the artificial hole next to the natural opening. The outer lips were fat and hairy, while the inner ones were much thinner, very long, and protruded well past the outer ones. At the top of her opening was an elongated clit.
Susie closed her eyes as repugnance at the situation swept over her. She knew she had to do it or suffer the strap again. Her bottom still burned from the brief taste of the leather she had already been subjected to. She lowered her face between the tautly muscled thighs until the scent of Nadia's sex was very strong and she could actually feel the heat emanating from that wet place. With her heart pounding frantically, she stuck out her tongue until she felt the tip of it come in contact with Nadia's sticky pussy lips.
She felt the gold ring as her tongue brushed against it. She didn't understand the purpose of it. Was it a decoration like the tattoo on Nadia's breast, a sexual enticement of some sort or-the thought made her shudder with fear-a punishment for something she had done that displeased Esteban?
To her shock and surprise she felt Nadia's cunt muscles grab her tongue and pull it inside the musky tunnel. Her eyes snapped open. She had to see in order to believe it was true. All she could see was Nadia's bushy mound. She felt the muscles contract around her tongue, milking the moisture from her mouth.
She became aware of the taste and texture of the pussy lips and the dark tunnel they guarded. Nadia's juices flowed over her tongue and into her mouth. The taste was tantalizing, the rhythmical contractions of the opening aroused her senses to newly inflamed heights. She wiggled her tongue inside the dark canal then instinctively closed her lips around the elongated clit that protruded from the wet pussy fur.
Esteban watched Susie's enticing bottom wiggle in the air as she buried her mouth in Nadia's love nest. The ugly red welts across the smooth white flesh sent frenzied surges of lust through him. He climbed on the bed behind Susie and grabbed her ass cheeks, pulling them apart until he could see her puckered little asshole. He wiggled two of his pudgy fingers into the opening as his cock sprang to life again, eager for a tight little home.
Susie's sucking motion on Nadia's clit had rapidly increased in fervor as Nadia thrust her hips upward. Susie's nose was buried in the dark pussy fur, her lips and tongue pulling at the hot flesh. She felt the intrusion of Esteban's fingers into her anus. It was at first an uncomfortable feeling, but she quickly accepted it in her heated state. She was, again, very confused about how she could be feeling excitement while being forced to participate in such a vile act. She sucked harder as she felt Esteban's rounded cockhead push at her rosebud opening.
Nadia's growls and screams spurred Susie to an ever increasing level of excitement. She felt her own pussy juices gushing out, trickling down her inner thighs. Nadia's love muscles squeezed and tugged at Susie's tongue as the girl continued to suck and nibble on the dark furry love nest. Her own pussy was on fire. She felt her slit open and close; her own little love nubbin throbbed and twitched. Susie wiggled her ass back against the cock that pressed at her asshole until she felt the pain of Esteban's large organ stretching her little opening and filling her anal canal.
Susie moaned and whimpered as the pain mingled with the sexual intensity that swept through her body. She reached her hand to her own love nest, her fingers frantically working against her own clit as her mouth worked on Nadia's clit. She rocked her ass back against each forward thrust of Esteban's pelvis, the feel of his hard shaft sliding in and out of her ass only adding to her frenzied desires.
Nadia screamed and screamed as an intense orgasm surged through her body. She grabbed at her own breasts, tugging and twisting her hard nipples. Her chest heaved with her ragged breathing. She wrapped her legs tightly around Susie's shoulders.
Susie pumped her fingers in and out of her own love nest while rubbing her clit with her thumb. Her juices gushed over her hand. She felt her pussy muscles pulling and tugging at her fingers, trying to take them more deeply inside her opening. She shoved her ass against Esteban's cock. His large balls slapped against her heated pussy with each forward thrust.
Convulsions raced through Susie's body as an intense orgasm ripped through her. She collapsed forward, her ragged breath coming in hard puffs against Nadia's bushy mound. She felt the short, hard jabs of Esteban's organ as he neared his own climax. She heard him grunt hard as he shoved all the way into her backside, then she felt the spasms that shot his hot cream deep inside her bottom. Her fingers remained embedded inside her own swollen vagina, her sticky secretions coating her hand.
Esteban signaled to Nadia, who immediately unwrapped her legs from around Susie's slim shoulders, rose from the bed and left the room, her undulating walk capturing Esteban's attention for a few moments. Susie lay motionless where she had collapsed on the bed, her breathing ragged, her fingers still inside her sticky love nest. Esteban grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them. It was the hottest little ass he had ever fucked, male or female. He slowly inserted his finger into the puckered opening, reveling in the feel of his own hot cream as it oozed from her.
This new pleasure toy excited him more than anyone had in quite a while. She was definitely worth the outrageous price Anthony had charged him. His lust was again aroused, his cock standing at attention ready to taste the delightful charms of Susie's tender young flesh. He trailed his tongue across the red welts that still decorated her bottom.
In addition to his quick butt fuck, Esteban had gushed his semen into Susie's mouth. There was one more opening for him to possess, to mark in much the same way as an animal establishes its proprietary claim to its territory in the wilderness. His hard cock throbbed in anticipation of being buried in her tight little pussy. He turned her over onto her back and spread her legs. Once again the sight of her clean mound, tender little pussy lips and protruding little clit caused his heart to pound as unbridled lust surged through his body.
He lowered his head between her legs and inhaled her womanly fragrance, then he lapped at her pussy juices. He would feast on her sweet taste later, when he had more time. Right now his stiff prick demanded attention. He brought the engorged head to her pussy mouth and slowly pushed it all the way into her lubricated tunnel, savoring the hot sensation of her cunt walls closing in tightly around his shaft. He closed his eyes and began long strokes in and out of her love box.
Susie, too, closed her eyes. She couldn't bear to look at his cruel face, to see the sheen of perspiration clinging to his skin, to see his thick chest hair wet and matted against his body. He was vile and disgusting. He made her do vile and disgusting things. She was ashamed at the way these things made her private place tingle with excitement, sent wild surges of frenzied sensations through her body, left her weak and wanting more.
Without wanting to, she started to move in rhythm with his stroking. His profusion of wiry pubic hair tickled her pussy mound and excited her clit each time he thrust his hard shaft fully into her opening. The convulsions she didn't want to acknowledge-although she knew they were a sensation she was beginning to crave more and more-began deep inside her and moved swiftly through her body.
She whimpered and moaned as the intensity increased. Her hips bucked wildly as she writhed beneath him. Her fingers frantically squeezed his fleshy ass cheeks. She heard someone screaming, then realized that the sound was coming from her own throat. Her entire private place was enveloped by the most intense convulsions resulting in sensations she couldn't hope to describe.
Esteban grunted hard with each breath he expelled as he rammed his rock-hard tool deep inside her. The spasms of her contracting pussy muscles thrilled his senses, propelling him to harder and deeper strokes. Her pussy was so very hot and so very tight. She was definitely worth every cent he had paid Anthony. In fact, if Anthony had granted him a sample fuck before closing the deal he would have been able to extract even more money for this prize.
CHAPTER FIVE
As soon as Esteban had taken Susie off the yacht, Anthony Douglas instructed the captain to head back toward Los Angeles. He was very pleased with the handsome price Susie had fetched. He sat on the deck with Raoul, enjoying the sun while discussing some business matters. They went over the specific requests made by their current clients.
Anthony read from a list he pulled out of a file folder. "We have three requests for blue-eyed blondes, virginity unimportant. We have four requests for virgins, hair and eye color unimportant. We have one request for a teenage boy with slim build, no body hair and a virgin ass. Our final request is for two sets of twins, one set identical female virgins and the other set consisting of one female and one male."
Raoul furrowed his brow in a brief moment of concentration before speaking. "What about the request from the Baroness? She wants a tall bitch with huge tits who knows how to handle a whip. She said the last one had no finesse and would sometimes ease up when administering punishment if the Baroness screamed too much and begged for mercy."
"Ah, yes-the Baroness." Anthony chuckled. "I've already found the ideal person for her. Hilda is almost six feet tall and handles a whip like nothing you've ever seen. She specializes in women. That was the problem with the last one the Baroness had-Dominique was accustomed to dealing with men; if a woman screamed and cried and she'd back off. I tried to tell the Baroness she wouldn't be happy with Dominique, but she was so taken with that dyed green pussy fuzz and those big cunt lips that she couldn't think of anything else."
"You don't mean the Hilda who has been in Amsterdam for the last five years, do you? I didn't think there was enough money in the world to get her away from The Pussy Trough. She loves wielding the whip over that harem Madam Kouskou gathered together specifically to service the depravities of the bored wives of the rich." Raoul's expression brightened. "The Pussy Trough-maybe that would be a good place to dispose of Vanessa?"
"That's the Hilda I'm talking about. I've already negotiated the situation with her and the deal's set. There's going to be a nice commission from the arrangement; the Baroness is very generous." Anthony picked up another file folder. "I have something here that just came to my attention. Remember Griegor? He's looking for a sultry brunette with big tits. He's sending a crew to an isolated location on a project that will take a year to complete and he wants to provide them with a little companionship-sort of an extra fringe benefit." He handed Raoul a sheet of paper. "What do you think?"
A lascivious grin spread across Raoul's face as he read the request. "Now this has Vanessa written all over it. Does he want her right away?"
"Not for another month ... that should be perfect." Anthony glanced toward the passageway, then returned his attention to Raoul. "What's she doing now?"
"She's sleeping. The crew pretty much wore her out." Raoul started laughing. "I understand that Timmy had her begging for more. He's turning into quite a little stud. Stewart can't get enough of his tight little ass, and judging by Vanessa's screams of delight, his hunk of cock meat knows its way around a pussy."
Anthony joined in the laughter. "Well, I'm glad she found something to enjoy. I'd hate to think she didn't have as good of a time as everyone else did." His manner turned serious. "Let her sleep for a couple more hours then get her up here so I can address her future ... or at least the only part of it that she needs to know about right now. I'm very interested in hearing more about those two girls she mentioned earlier, the beauty contest winners."
Monica Andrews and Julie Trenton left the health spa after their workout. Monica, at twenty-three the older of the two, pulled her long blond hair back into a pony tail and quickly wrapped a rubber band around it to hold it in place. She turned her attention toward Julie. "I wonder where Vanessa's been. I haven't seen her for a few days and she hasn't returned my calls. I wanted to hear about that part-time job she was talking about, the hostessing thing. It sounded like easy money."
Julie brushed her fingers through her short brown hair, fluffing the natural curls. Her hazel eyes held a look of caution. "Gee, I don't know. Sometimes those things aren't really legitimate, they're just fronts for ... you know."
Monica laughed at Julie's hesitancy. "Don't be silly. You don't think Vanessa would try to involve us in something like that, do you?"
"I don't know. I mean, we really don't know anything about her. She seems nice and all that, but...."
The two young women walked through the parking lot to Monica's car. Monica was thankful for the darkness, which prevented Julie from seeing the expression on her face. She couldn't believe how naive Julie was, especially for a girl of twenty-one. Of course it's some kind of play for pay thing. The way Julie carried on you'd think she never traded sex for opportunities. A slight frown crossed her brow. Julie couldn't really be a virgin. Naw, she couldn't be. No one was a virgin anymore.
The two girls arrived back at their apartment just in time to answer the phone. Julie put away their exercise things while Monica took the call.
"Monica, darling. It's Vanessa. I'm sorry I didn't get back to you sooner but I was called out of town on ... uh ... on a family matter. I just this minute arrived back at my apartment."
"I'm glad to hear from you. Julie and I were beginning to worry about you. I was wondering if you had heard any more about those hostessing jobs. I could sure use the extra money and I know Julie could, too."
"That's just what I'm calling about. The man I mentioned to you has agreed to give both of you an interview. He'd like you and Julie to be at his office at seven tomorrow evening, if that's okay with both of you."
"That's great." Monica's enthusiasm showed in her voice. "What should we wear?"
Vanessa concluded her conversation with Monica, then called Anthony and reported the results. "Yes, both of them will be at your office at seven tomorrow night. Monica was the one I talked with, and she sounded very excited about the opportunity to 'work' for you."
"That's fine, Vanessa. Now, tell me again, which one is which?" Anthony's voice held no hint of what was going on in his head: it never did.
"Monica Andrews is twenty-three, long blond hair, blue eyes, and long legs. She has a nice ass, a great set of tits with big nipples and a curly blond pussy nest. She gives me the impression that she knows her way around pretty good."
"What about the other one?"
"Julie Trenton, on the other hand, seems genuinely naive. She's twenty-one and has short naturally curly dark hair and hazel eyes. She has an absolutely gorgeous tight little ass, a nice pair of tits with dusky pink nipples that were just made to suck on and the most delicious looking pussy covered with soft, feathery dark curls. She has the face of an angel, full of innocence and wonder. It's usually all I can do to keep from gobbling her up. I think the innocence is real, not put on."
"They both sound like they'd be perfect. I'm looking forward to meeting with them."
When Anthony hung up the phone, he checked his list and determined a possible placement for the two girls, depending on their virginity status. He put the files away and locked the file drawers, turned out the light and left the room he used as an office when at home, locking the door behind him. He now had more personal matters on his mind-Pussy-pet, his current love slave, was waiting for him in his bedroom where he had tied her an hour ago.
"Anthony, my love," Pussy-pet's husky voice purred as soon as he entered the room. Her long copper hair flowed over her shoulders, her green eyes sparkled with a hot fire. Her red pussy fur curled across her mound. A damp spot on the sheet attested to her state of arousal. Her dark nipples stood out hard and erect on her large, firm breasts.
She had been neither abducted nor purchased. She was a willing slave, totally experienced in all the nuances of sex games. He had met her at a party. She belonged to an associate of his who had given him a demonstration of her love of the strap and her many erotic talents. Anthony had done a few favors for the man in the past and had been repaid with the gift of Pussy-pet. So far he had been more than pleased, but he reminded himself that nothing lasted forever and he would eventually grow tired of her. When that time came, Pussy-pet, like Vanessa before her, would be nothing more than flesh for sale.
Meanwhile, she fulfilled his every demand and need, no matter how dark or sinister, but usually not until he first punished her. He looked at the gorgeous woman, spread out seductively on his bed, her wrists and ankles tied to the four posts, her naked skin glistening with love oil.
He quickly removed his clothes, his cock already beginning to twitch in anticipation. His fingers encircled his rapidly stiffening shaft. "Here, Pussy-pet. Let's see you wrap your lips around this."
She tried to inch back on the bed, tried to move away from him. "Please, Anthony ... not that. Don't make me do that again." There was just the right amount of quaver in her voice, just the right hint of fear. She was very good at this. The game always excited him.
"Perhaps a taste of leather will make you a little more cooperative." Anthony grabbed a leather strap and cracked it across his hand, making a loud sound. "Now, are you going to cooperate or do I need to use this?" He cracked it across his hand again to emphasize her vulnerable and helpless situation.
A sob caught in her throat. "I can't, Anthony. Please don't force me...."
Before she finished her sentence he grabbed a handful of her red pussy fur and gave it a sharp tug. He smiled obscenely as she screamed in pain. Then he gave the handful of curls another sharp tug. His voice became menacing. "Don't you even think of denying me."
He quickly untied her wrists and ankles, yanked her up from the bed and pulled her across the room. He faced her toward the wall and secured her wrists to metal rings that were set there, then he secured her ankles to rings embedded in the floor. "You will soon learn a valuable lesson. Pussy-pet." Without another word he placed five consecutive harsh blows of the leather strap across her bare bottom, leaving red welts on her lovely rounded cheeks.
The beautiful woman with the glistening copper hair screamed in pain as each blow landed at precisely the spot Anthony had intended. Among his many dubious accomplishments, Anthony was expert with the strap and whip. He ran his fingers across the red welts, then held the strap in the air. "Just to make sure you remember-" Again, Pussy-pet cried out as the strap continued to raise red weals across her lovely bottom. After ten more strokes he threw the strap aside.
Anthony's engorged cock protruded stiffly from his dark pubic patch as his excitement surged through his body. He released her from the bindings and turned her around toward him. "Are you ready to comply with my request?" With his hands on her shoulders he forced her down to her knees in front of him. He again circled his fingers around his hard shaft and shoved his cock against her closed lips.
She looked up at him with tear-filled eyes, anguish on her face. He continued to shove the head of his cock against her lips.
"Now, Pussy-pet. Suck it real good." He placed his hands at the back of her head and grabbed a handful of her hair. He growled the words at her. "Suck my prick." After a moment's hesitation he felt the familiar warm wet mouth close around his engorged prick, the moist tongue flick along the underside of his hard shaft. He closed his eyes and began to rock his hips back and forth, fucking her talented mouth.
Pussy-pet's bottom stung from the expert strapping Anthony had administered. She could tell from the way he began the session that he was primed for a long evening of games. Anthony was the best she had ever experienced; he handled the strap and the whip with an unbelievable amount of finesse and accuracy. Plus he was extremely inventive; he didn't follow the same routine time after time. Each session started differently and contained some new and tantalizing treat, either a new physical sensation or a new toy of some sort.
She remembered the first time he brought out a small gold ring and told her he was going to pierce her pussy lip and make her wear the ring as a symbol of her submissive position and servitude to him. The thought had truly frightened her. She begged him not to do it but he refused to listen to her pleadings. That had been six months ago. She was now quite accustomed to the ring being there.
The heat from her welted bottom warmed her cunt as she sucked more and more of Anthony's hard tool into her mouth. She loved sucking on him-his masculine taste excited her senses, his semen had a particularly tangy flavor that sent little quivers of delight through her body. She nearly always made sure she swallowed each and every drop of his love cream, allowing none to escape. Occasionally, when she was in a particularly heated frenzy, she would let a few drops seep out from between her lips. Then Anthony would punish her for her clumsiness by administering additional blows from whichever strap or whip he was using at the time.
Pussy-pet was working her usual magic with her talented mouth. Anthony felt the churning in his balls as he grew closer to release. It was happening too soon; he wanted to hold off longer. He quickly withdrew his hard shaft from her mouth. It was shiny with her saliva, the head a deep purple as it bobbed in the air.
His voice was angry as he pulled his cock from the warm cavern of her mouth. "What do you think you're doing? You're purposely rushing things, thinking I'll soon be finished with you and you can go back to enjoying your lazy slut ways. Well, Pussy-pet, you're not going to get away with a shabby trick like that."
Her heart pounded with excitement as she tried to imagine what he had in mind. Her pussy tingled as the possibilities darted through her head. She loved crossing that delicious line where pain and pleasure became one. For her it was the ultimate in orgasmic sensation-better than any fuck, suck or pussy munching she had ever participated in. She felt her juices trickle down her inner thighs.
He reached down and roughly grabbed her left breast, digging his fingers into the fleshy globe. Yanking upward, he pulled her to her feet. With his other hand he grabbed her right breast in the same rough manner. "You will be punished." He shoved her across the room to a corner devoid of any furniture. He made her get down on her hands and knees with her bottom exposed and her face in the corner. The image of a naughty child being made to stand in the corner amused him.
Anthony removed a whip from its place in the rack. The handle was only about six inches long. Extending from the handle were three leather thongs two feet in length, each with a knot tied in the end. It was his favorite implement of punishment. He had an uncanny knack for making each individual thong hit exactly where he wanted it to. He fingered the handle then each thong with a loving gesture, enjoying the feel of the leather.
His voice was harsh. "You know the rules, Pussypet. You must stay on your hands and knees without collapsing to the floor. If you move-" In the middle of his sentence, without warning, the first stinging blow cracked across the firm round flesh of her ass cheeks. The next six blows followed in quick succession. Each time one thong struck the left cheek, one thong struck the right cheek, and the third thong tickled the dark crevice in between.
Pussy-pet screamed and sobbed as each stinging knot struck her skin. The pain was exquisite; each flick of the leather sent ripples of electric excitement through her body. Tears streamed down her face as the sobs came in convulsive waves. Her arms quivered as she tried to maintain her position.
Anthony paused in the strapping. "Now, Pussy-pet...." That was the only name he had ever called her. That was how she had been presented to him, and he had never inquired about her real name, " ... let's see if you can't perform properly."
The ugly welts across her bottomcheeks glowed a bright red, the sight causing his cock to jump and twitch. That was what he wanted at that moment, to fuck her ass. Before she could move, he dropped to his knees between her legs and brought his cock to the dark crevice between her cheeks. "Drop down to your elbows and wiggle your ass in the air." She immediately complied with his demands.
He ran his fingers across the red welts, then used his hands to spread her cheeks apart until he could see her puckered opening. He nudged his organ to the entrance, then slowly pushed it in, watching the shaft disappear without resistance into the well-used channel. He felt her muscles close around his hard tool. He no longer wanted drawn-out pleasure. He began to ram into her ass with hard, pounding strokes-each one burying his cock to the hilt as his balls slapped against her pussy. He reached around and grabbed her dangling breasts with his hands, roughly squeezing and pinching her hard nipples as she emitted whimpers and screams of delicious agony. Now this was fucking! No attachments. No requisite wining and dining and making the woman feel as if she were of any value. All he wanted to do was pursue his immediate release, what he saw as the ultimate pleasure ... except for the thrill of the sale, of course.
He jammed his cock harder into her asshole, enjoying the way she moaned with each of his harsh strokes. He continued to roll her nipples between his fingers as he banged her, pulling on the velvety flesh until those peaks were long and hard.
"Oh yes, my pet," he hissed into her ear, "you like being fucked in the ass, don't you!" He accentuated each of the words by ramming his poker frantically into her tunnel until he felt his shaft strain and swell and finally jet his cream into the farthest reaches of her bowels.
Monica and Julie rose from their chairs and each, in turn, shook hands with Anthony. He extended a gracious smile as he came out from behind his desk. "It was a pleasure meeting both of you. I think you will be delightful additions to my business ... endeavors. I'll be in touch soon." He walked them to his office door and exchanged goodbyes, then watched as they walked toward the elevator. They were perfect. Monica obviously knew her way around, and Julie had a chaste virginal air about her that many of his clients would find very appealing. He closed the office door and returned to his desk.
As the elevator arrived on the twentieth floor and the door opened, a startled look crossed Monica's face. "Oh, damn. I left my purse in his office. Why don't you go on down and I'll meet you in the lobby." Monica smiled sweetly as Julie stepped into the elevator. As soon as the door closed, the smile faded from Monica's face. She turned and hurried down the hall toward Anthony's office.
Anthony was reaching for the phone when he heard the knock on the door and saw it open.
Monica peeked her head around the corner and smiled seductively at Anthony.
"May I come in?"
He looked at her questioningly, replaced the phone receiver in the cradle and rose to his feet. He recognized the glow that emanated from her eyes. "Of course you may. What can I do for you?" he asked innocently.
"It's not what you can do for me"-she ran the tip of her tongue seductively across her lips-"but more along the lines of what I can do for you."
His eyes twinkled with amusement as he looked at her. He suppressed a grin. "Oh? And just what would that be?"
"Well, this hostessing job...." She moved to his side and pressed her body against his. " ... we both know that 'hostessing' isn't what you're hiring for."
He allowed her to rub her crotch against his thigh and press her breasts against his body without responding to the stimulation. "Just what is it you think I'm really doing?"
"I think you're looking for a playmate or two for some out of town business associates." She reached her hand to his crotch and was pleased to feel his cock beginning to harden. "Let me assure you, Anthony, that I can be much more than just an evening's diversion for some tired old businessman ... much more."
He studied her for a moment, wondering exactly where she was headed with this conversation and how much of the truth she really suspected. "If all I wanted was to hire some female companionship for business associates, I could just use one of several high-class call-girl services. I certainly wouldn't need to be interviewing unknown candidates who might cause me any number of legal problems."
A little frown of confusion wrinkled Monica's brow as she considered his words. "I hadn't thought of that." She looked up at him, the confusion disap pearing from her eyes. "Maybe I don't know exactly what's going on here, but I do know that whatever it is, it has something to do with sex."
There was no question about it, Monica definitely knew her way around. "What about Julie?"
"Julie? You mean Miss Pure of Mind and Body? She thinks this is a legitimate job." Monica unzipped Anthony's slacks and wiggled her hand inside the elastic waistband of his briefs until she was able to cup his balls. "She was suspicious when Vanessa first mentioned it, but she swallowed each and every word you said as if it were the gospel itself." She quickly and expertly extricated the object of her desire, pulling the top of his briefs down to his balls, then sensually licking her lips as she watched his prick spring out stiffly from his slacks. She dropped to her knees in front of him and kissed the rounded head then ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft.
He smirked at her in a detached but amused way. "Just what is it you think you can do for me that's so special?"
Without a word she commenced licking every square inch of his joy stick while unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning his slacks and lowering both the slacks and his briefs past his hips. With one hand she cradled his balls and with the other she encircled the base of his shaft while engulfing the rest of it in her wet mouth. Her mouth and hand moved in unison as she pumped his tool. While continuing to massage his balls, she allowed her middle finger to work its way back toward his asshole.
Anthony could feel his heart pound in his chest as his breathing quickened. She was good, there was no doubt about it. His mind worked quickly, formulating a possibility. She was too experienced and talented for him to dispose of her right away. Julie would bring a high price on the flesh market as would Monica, but he felt he could make better use of Monica elsewhere-possibly as a replacement for Vanessa. He would first need to determine whether she actually formed emotional attachments to other people, such as Julie. Would she be able to turn Julie over for sale? It was something to consider.
Monica removed her hand from around his shaft as she allowed his entire length to work its way down her throat. She trailed the fingers of one hand up and down the separation of his bottom cheeks. She felt his fingers wrap around her hair as he thrust his hips toward her face, driving his organ in and out of her mouth. She could feel his excitement as she gently squeezed his tight balls. She slurped mightily and suddenly plunged a finger into his butthole.
Anthony's body shuddered as his sperm rushed up and out, hard streams of it spurting into her mouth. She eagerly swallowed it all and continued to suck, drawing every drop from him. She was amazed that after the amount of hot cream he had released into her mouth his cock was still rigid and ready for more.
Anthony's prick glistened as he pulled it from her mouth. "That was a nice little appetizer, Monica. Now, do we move on to the soup and salad and eventually the main course, followed by dessert?"
"I can't think of anything I'd rather do; however, Julie is waiting down in the lobby. I told her I had left my purse in your office. If I don't get down there right away she'll probably come back up here looking for me. And"-she smiled lasciviously at him-"she'd never understand this."
She rose to her feet as he adjusted his clothes. In a matter of only a few moments the scene was, once again, one of above-board business.
Anthony reached into his desk drawer and with drew a business card. "This is a private number. Give me a call tomorrow morning about ten and we'll set up an appointment to discuss a possible arrangement." He shot her a warning look, a look that could not be misinterpreted no matter how naive someone might be. "A very confidential business arrangement."
She flashed him her most dazzling smile. "It will be my pleasure ... as well as yours. You can trust my discretion." She turned and left his office, closing the door behind her.
CHAPTER SIX
Susie sank back into the softness of the bed. She was exhausted. Her eyes were -rimmed by dark circles, her hair was in wild disarray, her breasts were lightly marred with teeth marks, her shaved mound was wet and sticky, her pussy lips swollen and red. Esteban had been at her, non-stop, for eight hours. He seemed to be insatiable in his sexual demands. If it was not for his business interests and the need for sleep, she was sure he would go for twenty-four hours at a time. Of course, it had only been a week, she thought. Maybe the novelty of having someone new would soon wear off and he would spend less time with her.
She closed her eyes as her fingers wandered toward the tender flesh of her pussy lips. She had been hot, wet and swollen from constant stimulation for the entire week. One thing stood out most in her mind, frightened her even more than the strappings he administered to her bottom, and that was her increased craving for the primal sensations that surged through her body. Even now, as her fingers lightly touched her swollen pussy, she could still feel the delicious tingling left over from his last session with her.
Tears filled her eyes as she slipped a finger into her love tunnel and gently rubbed her clit with her thumb. Esteban was vile and disgusting. She knew she truly hated him, yet she could not get enough of the things he did to her and forced her to do to him and to the others. It was not just Nadia with whom she was forced to participate in various sex acts-there was the young man whose cock she was forced to accept in every orifice she had, and there were the three men she had been forced to accommodate simultaneously.
Tears trickled down her cheeks and she shivered as she slowly drew her finger in and out of her love opening, the sensation sending tingles through her. She remembered how shocked and very frightened she had been when Esteban had told her what he expected of her that day. First the young man was brought into the room. He had eagerly removed his clothes, his smooth, stiff cock leaping to rigid attention at the sight of her naked body. It was obvious that he was not being forced to do anything. She later found out he was the son of one of Esteban's business associates and was being given a special birthday present.
In his eagerness, the boy squirted his love cream all over her face as soon as her tongue touched the tip of his prick. He was hard again almost immediately. She had sucked him to orgasm three times before he had decided it was time for him to thrust his tool into her pussy.
The young man could not get enough, no matter how many times he climaxed; his energetic meatpole was instantly erect again. Unlike the experienced Esteban, who seemed to be able to continue for long periods of time without ejaculating, the awkward fellow had her swimming in a messy, sticky pool of sperm. His cream ran down her inner thighs, oozed from her anus and pooled in thick puddles on the sheets. He did not have the experience to control his orgasms, to last and savor the enjoyment.
Not an hour after the boy finally tired himself out, the boy's father and two of the boy's uncles entered the bedroom. She was ordered, by Esteban, to provide whatever amusements his friends wanted or suffer the consequences. He made it a point to tell her that he would not look kindly on her and grant her an easy punishment if she embarrassed him in front of his friends by refusing to accommodate their specific needs.
She had cautiously mentioned that she thought it was Nadia who was supposed to entertain his business associates. In response to this Esteban had pinched and twisted her nipples until she grimaced in pain. "You will pay for this insolence-after you have serviced my friends." She saw the cruelty in his eyes and a cold shiver ran up her spine.
The first man had stretched out on the bed on his back and ordered her to straddle his hips, spread her pussy lips with her fingers then lower herself until she was impaled on his hard cock. "Slowly," he yelled the instructions at her, "do it slowly so I can watch my prick disappear into that nice little cunt of yours. Spread those cunt lips farther apart." She did exactly as he instructed, Esteban's threats still ringing in her ears. The man reached up and began squeezing her breasts, slowly pulling her down toward him so that her rear end protruded out into the air.
The second man had crawled on the bed behind her, snuggling his fully extended prick against her bottom. He squeezed her ass cheeks, then spread them apart until he could see her puckered little rosebud. He inserted his finger, drawing it in and out of the small opening several times before replacing it with his rigid cock. He spread her ass cheeks as far apart as he could, then slowly inserted his cock, watching his length disappear into the enticing starfish opening.
The third man positioned himself in front of her face, his cock standing stiffly at attention. He pressed the head against her closed lips. "Suck it! Suck it good!"
She opened her mouth, sucking his length in as far as she could. Her mind was in a turmoil. It was the first time she had been subjected to a triple dose of cock at once, one in each orifice. She wasn't sure what was expected of her, what they wanted her to do. Esteban had taken his pleasure in her backside with his amply proportioned instrument often enough that it no longer pained her to have a rigid male tool embedded there. She felt stretched and filled from both ends-her anus and vagina-and she felt strange tremors of excitement begin to stir deep inside her.
Without waiting for instructions, she began to rock back and forth on the hard cock of the first man that was thrust up inside her pussy, her smooth-shaven mound and engorged little clit rubbing against his thick pubic patch. Her rocking motion set the rhythm for the second man as he stroked his cock in and out of her asshole. Her mouth worked on the third man's tool, sucking and licking as he thrust in and out between her lips.
She closed her eyes and made her mind go blank. It was almost like she didn't care about anything anymore, she lived only for the satisfaction of the carnal desires that surged through her body. She rocked back and forth, the hard cocks filling her pussy and asshole and mouth. She whimpered and cried as the sensations built, layer upon layer. She sucked furiously on the third man's peppermint stick, the sensation of the bulbous head exciting her tongue. The added thrill of having the second man's organ sliding smoothly in and out of her anus put her over the edge. The men fucked her more and more wildly, plunging in and out with bacchanalian abandon.
Susie's moans filled the air, mixing with the grunts and pants of the three men on the bed with her. She was so hot and so out of control. Her body jumped and wiggled with each thrust of a pulsing cock. She wanted everything, she wanted it faster and harder. Sharp convulsions raced through her body as the cock in her mouth began to shoot hot streams of semen down her throat. She greedily swallowed all of it and continued to suck on the softening tool.
The second man's cock twitched with each spasm of his release, his hot cream filling her ass. She pushed back hard against his crotch, wanting the feeling to continue. The first man squeezed her bouncing breasts as his orgasm shuddered through his body, his passion potion boiling out of his balls and into her sopping wet pussy.
Susie's entire body quivered as she collapsed forward, allowing the third man's cock to slip out of her mouth. Little globules of his sperm clung to her lips; his organ was coated with the shining moistness from her mouth. The second man fell back on the bed gasping for breath as he pulled his spent sausage from her little rosebud opening. His cream oozed from her bottomhole.
The first man rolled Susie off his body. His limp prick rested against his thigh. He finally brought his breathing under control. He slipped his finger into her semen-filled pussy cavity, withdrew it and held it to her mouth. "Here, lick it off, then suck my cock clean."
She eagerly sucked his cream from his finger, then took his wet, sticky cock into her mouth. The taste was a tantalizing mixture of his salty cream and her own juices.
The third man watched her licking and sucking on the spent cock. He saw the cream trickling down her thigh and smeared across her hairless snatch. He quickly buried his face between her legs and began to tongue her clit and suck on her pussy lips. Again, the electrical surges of primal lust raced through her body.
For four hours she ardently gave of herself in every position the three men demanded. Nothing was beyond her lustful desires, her craving for more and more. Every orifice was filled again and again. She did not understand what was happening to her. She knew everything she was participating in was wrong, but as soon as someone touched her cunt nothing else mattered except satisfying the cravings.
"I don't know, Raoul. Monica administers a first class blow job, but as a substitute for Vanessa ... I'm just not sure." Anthony's brow was furrowed in thought as Raoul sat across the desk from him, waiting for instructions. "If my business consisted of what she assumed, hiring an evening's entertainment for a business associate, she'd be perfect. But taking her into our confidence with regard to the actual nature of the business is something else."
Anthony rose from behind the desk and paced up and down the office for a few minutes. He stopped pacing and stared at Raoul for a minute. "Maybe what we need to do is send her on a trial run. I'll tell her you're a client who's looking for 'something special' for the evening and see if she's interested. If so, you can put her through her paces and test how willing she'd be to turn her friend over to you for money-making it clear to her that Julie would not be returning home, that it would be a permanent arrangement for her friend and not just an evening's work."
"Sure, that should work. Did you get a look at her cunt?" Raoul's eyes glowed with excitement.
"Not a look, not a touch." Anthony laughed at Raoul's single-minded direction of thought. "I'll have to determine how much contact she really has with potential merchandise, whether she's a good source for us. If she has an involvement with some type of 'networking' system for small-town beauty contest winners who want to break into the movies, she could be a very valuable addition to our operation. I told her to call me at ten this morning"-he glanced at his watch-"which is half an hour from now." He grinned at Raoul. "We shall see. Vanessa may be on her way to Griegor sooner than we thought."
Monica hung up the phone and looked at the address she had written on the piece of paper. Anthony had told her that an out-of-town client of his was interested in a little afternoon relaxation. He had not said so in exact words, but she was definitely under the impression that this was a test of some sort, like a second interview. She felt that if she made Anthony's client happy it could be the start of an on-going situation where she could make some easy money until she got her big break in the movies-and nothing was a better way of getting some extra cash than sex.
The one thing in life that Monica loved above and beyond everything else was fucking, in any and every way possible. She had received several offers to do porno flicks but had turned them down; she didn't want the work to come back to haunt her when she became a star. But if some sort of discreet situation with Anthony could be worked out, that would be perfect. She closed her eyes and licked her lips as she recalled the feel of his hard cock sliding in and out of her hungry mouth.
She may have been only twenty-three, but Monica had several years of lustful experience to her credit. At the age of nineteen, when she 'officially' lost her virginity, she was already well initiated into the fine art of sucking cock. For a year prior to that she and the eighteen-year-old boy who lived next door would sneak off to their secret hiding place every day after school and thoroughly explore each other. It was only the technicality of his prick never having been inside her cunt far enough to rupture her maidenhead that allowed her to still be called a virgin.
By the age of eighteen she already had the voluptuous figure she currently displayed, sporting an impressive set of breasts and a soft gathering of feathery golden curls across her pubic mound. And, also at the age of eighteen, she had been the aggressor with the neighbor boy-seducing him with all the guile of an experienced temptress.
The eighteen-year-old boy was always teasing her about her 'big tits,' saying he wanted to suck on them. One day she looked him straight in the eye, smiled sweetly, and told him to follow her. She laughed at the shocked expression and color that immediately covered his face. With the shoe now on the other foot, she taunted him about being all talk and no action. Not five minutes later they were hidden from the world in a loft storage area of her garage. With both her mother and father at work and her older brother at his after-school job, they were assured of their privacy.
She had slowly unbuttoned her blouse, teasing him with each new glimpse of skin. After taking off the blouse she unhooked her bra and let it slip from her body. She laughed as the boy's eyes practically popped out of his head. She cupped her ample breasts and bounced them up and down, then rolled her nipples between her fingers and thumb until they puckered into hard peaks.
"You said you wanted to suck my tits. Well, now's your chance."
Having recovered his composure, the boy realized the golden opportunity presenting itself to him. Wasting no time, he reached out and replaced her hands with his, then he quickly stuffed one hard nipple into his mouth and began voraciously sucking while squeezing the succulent flesh.
Monica wasted no time either. She rubbed her hand against the bulge in his jeans, unzipped them and pulled them down past his hips, allowing his hard cock to spring free. He began moaning softly and sucked even harder, switching to her other nipple. She wrapped her hand around his young, eager cock and began pumping it. It took only three or four strokes before he squirted his jism all over everything. Monica quickly spread the sticky substance all over his balls and across his bottom.
The eager boy was in such a state of heated passion that he was hard again before he had even gone completely soft. His hands fumbled under her skirt as he grabbed at her panties, his frenzied condition preventing him from noticing how soaked the panties were and how wet the furry curls covering her mound had become.
"Slow down," she laughed. "We have a long time before anyone comes home." She shoved him away from her, noting his flushed face and his stiff cock bouncing up and down. His jeans and briefs bunched around his knees caused him to move awkwardly, almost losing his balance. He reached out and grabbed her breasts again.
She smiled at him as she took hold of his hard cock and pulled on it. "Take off all your clothes and I'll take off mine. I know you want to suck on my tits some more and I'll bet you want to touch my pussy, too."
It was not the first time she had done this; she knew exactly how to proceed. She had recently been expertly taught by her nineteen-year-old distant cousin. As soon as his little cousin had stopped looking like a teenage girl and started looking like a sexy woman, he had taken her to the garage loft and made sure she thoroughly understood the facts of life.
At first he had been surprised at how cooperative she had been, allowing him to undress her and touch every part of her body. Her developing breasts were obvious, but he had not expected the golden pussy fur that adorned her mound. He licked his lips and rubbed his hand against the bulge at his crotch, then quickly undressed himself. He stood before her, his hard cock pointing up to the ceiling.
Without waiting for instructions, the young Monica instinctively reached out and touched the fascinating object, feeling its hardness. She got down on her knees in front of him, carefully examining everything she saw. She reached between his legs and cradled his balls, then gave his prick a closer examination. She became acutely aware of the tingling between her own legs, a sensation she had experienced several times before in the darkness of her bedroom while snuggled under the covers with her fingers exploring her moist folds. She quickly reached her hand between her own legs and began to finger the little nubbin she had found while examining herself in a mirror.
Her cousin was delighted at this turn of events. Monica was obviously very curious about sex and was already demonstrating an eager enjoyment of the few pleasures that had been presented to her thus far. His cock was throbbing with excitement. He told her to continue fingerfucking her own cunt, but at the same time to take his cock in her mouth and suck on it. She looked at her cousin curiously. He took his stiff rod in hand and put it to her lips. Without further hesitation, she opened her mouth and took the head between her lips.
The texture excited her as she swirled her tongue across the rounded head and along the underside of the shaft. She rubbed her fingers harder and faster against her own sex, her mouth sucking at this marvelous new treat he had presented her. He was moving his pole in and out of her mouth now. Sometimes he even slid it a little ways down her throat, but when she gagged he quickly pulled back. It was curious the way he wanted her to lick all around the velvety smooth head while he pushed in and out of her mouth, but she would do as he requested. He seemed to take so much pleasure in it and, she had to admit, she felt a strange thrill coursing through her body as well. Following his instructions, she wrapped her fist around his pulsing shaft and moved it slowly up and down the hot flesh while she licked. In a very few minutes her cousin shouted that he was coming and told her to swallow everything. She was not sure exactly what he meant until she felt the hot viscous substance shoot into her mouth. The salty taste was something totally different than anything she had ever before experienced. She swallowed all of it and licked the remaining drops from his still-hard cock.
Her cousin smiled at her and told her that she was a natural, that she had done a very good job for her first time sucking cock. She was very pleased-and very excited. Her fingers still remained firmly pressed against her little nubbin, her sticky secretions wetting her golden pussy fur. Her cousin removed her hand from between her legs and told her he would show her how it was done.
To her surprise he took her sticky fingers and put them in his mouth, sucking her taste from them. Next he laid her back on the blanket he had placed on the floor and spread her legs. He carefully examined her budding young cunt, parting her mossy growth with his fingers. Monica whimpered and moaned as sensations she had never imagined coursed through her. He ran his fingers between her outer pussy lips and the inner ones, circling her small opening, then gently parted her inner pussy lips and inserted his finger, then drew it in and out several times. She was wet, her juices flowing with her excitement.
She was truly shocked when he brought his face between her legs and rubbed his nose against her little nubbin. She jumped at the sudden surge of electrical excitement. Her hands went to her breasts and fondled her sensitive nipples, which had hardened into taut peaks. She felt the tip of his tongue trace the same path between her outer pussy lips and her inner ones that his finger had just traveled. She could hardly control herself-she squirmed, bucked, wiggled and pushed her mound against his face as she whimpered with delight. She had never felt anything like this when she had touched herself.
He continued to devour her young little cunt-flicking his tongue across her engorged clit, thrusting it between her delicate little pussy lips, lapping at her cunt juices and finally closing his mouth over her very excited clit and sucking until she fairly exploded in almost intolerable ecstasy. She was sure she would never experience anything more incredible than this.
As soon as she had recovered from her first true orgasm, her cousin had her once again suck on his throbbing prick until he shot another load of his hot cream into her eager mouth. She again swallowed every drop and licked him clean. That was the beginning.
From that day on Monica could not get enough sex. She had asked her cousin to "stick his thing" inside her, but he had refused. He had told her she was too young to have her cunt fucked; she should wait a couple of years. He did, however, agree to show her another way of fucking. And so. Monica had experienced anal intercourse for the first time. Just like everything else her cousin had introduced her to, she could not get enough.
As Monica slowly undressed in front of the neighbor boy, she knew exactly what she was doing. She removed her skirt and then inched her panties down her hips until the waistband rested just above her excited little pussy, just a little peek of her curly pussy fur sticking out above the elastic. The young man tugged and pulled at his own clothes, discarding them as quickly as possible. He stood naked in front of her, his entire body quivering with excitement.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Monica lowered her panties down her thighs and stepped out of them. "Come here, this is what you do." Without hesitation, she took charge. She was able to discern that this was the first time the boy had ever been alone with a naked girl, especially one who not only allowed him to touch her but wanted him to do much more than merely touch.
She made him lie down on his back, then she got on her knees between his spread legs and tickled his balls as she licked the head of his cock. The effect this was having on him was obvious as he wiggled, bucked and moaned. He had little restraint. He quickly shot another helping of his sperm as he exploded in another orgasm. This time Monica caught most of it in her mouth and swallowed it.
"Now we're going to do it a little differently." She spread her legs and parted her mossy curls, then pointed to her engorged little clit. "You see this? This is my own little cock. I want you to lick it just like I did yours."
He looked hesitant for a moment, but his excitement was too much. With youthful enthusiasm, he began to lap at her clit-each lick of his tongue became more aggressive and sure. After only a minute or so he had his mouth buried in her pussy, furiously sucking and wildly lashing.
Monica was gulping for air, her head thrown back and her mouth open. She flexed her buttocks against the floor, causing her mound to shove against his hungry mouth. Her hands grabbed his head, holding his face against her steaming cunt. He devoured her flowing pussy juices as he shoved his tongue in and out of her tight little pussy hole. She moaned and whimpered in joy as the convulsions surged through her body.
The boy did not want to relinquish his hold on this new sensation but he did want the attention she had earlier paid to his eager young cock. Instinct took over and he moved his body over hers until his hard organ bobbed in front of her mouth, the velvety head touching her lips. She quickly sucked it into her mouth. She heard-actually she felt-him moan as he continued to nibble on her clit.
Monica and the boy next door indulged their frenzied lust for a year, until his family moved away. For months they had eagerly sucked and fingered each other. Finally Monica had decided she was ready for him to plunge his cock deep inside her juicy pussy. The planned event took place on a Friday afternoon after school.
Both of them immediately threw off their clothes. Monica lay on her back and the eighteen-year-old boy buried his face in her cunt, happily licking and sucking her tender pussy lips and clit. She quickly responded with a rush of pussy juice, her love tunnel now thoroughly lubricated. It was time. He had put his cockhead to her opening before but had never shoved it in any farther than just inside her pussy lips. This time he didn't stop.
Monica felt his hard prick force its way into her tight opening then continue up her tunnel. He stopped as he met the resistance of her maidenhead and withdrew a little.
Monica's words were husky and breathless.
"Do it."
He put all his force behind the thrust as he plunged into her all the way to his balls.
They fucked for the entire afternoon; neither of them could get enough. She loved the way his balls slapped against her ass every time he rammed into her to the hilt. She squeezed his ass, pulling him hard toward her on each downstroke. The slight pain of the initial penetration and the soreness quickly gave way to wave after wave of pure pleasure. Later, as they dressed in anticipation of her parents arriving home from work, they eagerly planned what they would try next time.
"I want you to fuck my ass. I want your cock in every hole I have." Monica was a girl who knew exactly what she wanted and said so. The boy next door was only too eager to comply with her wishes.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Monica again looked at the address on the piece of paper. She was a little surprised that it was not a hotel or motel. Anthony had told her it was a house his company owned and that some of this clients felt more comfortable indulging in extracurricular activities-after all, some of them were married men-away from the prying eyes of bellboys and chambermaids. She was to meet his client there at 2:00 pm. She sat back in her chair and thought about what she would wear-her sexiest lingerie or even no lingerie at all.
Raoul did a last-minute check of the video recording equipment hidden behind the large mirror in the bedroom. Anthony wanted the entire performance, both picture and sound, on tape for future reference. He glanced at his watch. Right on time, the doorbell rang. He hurried to answer it.
He quickly but thoroughly took in the beautiful young woman standing before him, her big blue eyes holding the promise of a very enjoyable afternoon. She was dressed all in black, which set off her glistening blond hair. He ushered her into the house, then closed and locked the door.
"You must be Monica Andrews. My name's Raoul." He escorted her directly to the bedroom, not bothering to offer her anything to drink or taking time to sit in the living room to get acquainted. Without further conversation he undressed and leaned back on the large bed, resting on his elbows. His cock stood practically straight up. He tilted his head to one side and raised an eyebrow. "Shall we get started?"
Monica's gaze slowly traveled across his taut, muscular body. He appeared to be about thirty and obviously kept himself in good shape. He had a dark, brooding expression on his face-a face that was oddly attractive without really being handsome. Her attention became riveted on his cock. It was enormous. The head was dark and wide; the shaft was long and thick all the way to the balls. She felt a little jolt of pleasure dart through her pussy. His large balls hung heavy. She unconsciously licked her lips as she speculated about the amount of hot cream he would soon be spurting into her hungry mouth.
"You don't waste any time, do you?" She smiled lasciviously as she began to undress slowly, turning the event into a seductive striptease. One button at a time she slowly unfastened the front of her black silk blouse, allowing it to cascade back off her creamy smooth shoulders and fall to the floor revealing a black lace demi-bra, the half cup barely covering her nipples.
Without taking her gaze off him she reached behind and unzipped her black skirt and slowly lowered it past her hips, revealing a black lace garter belt and no panties. She dropped the skirt to the floor and stepped out of it. She saw the lust in his eyes as she stood before him dressed only in the skimpy lingerie. The golden curls of her pussy fur stood out in sharp contrast to the sheer black material.
She thrust her hips slightly forward to tease him with just a glimpse of her pink pussy lips. Ever so slowly, seductively, she brought a finger to her mouth and ran her tongue across the tip. She pulled the wet finger from her mouth and lowered her hand to her pussy, then inserted the finger between her pussy lips. She drew the finger in and out of her love nest several times until it was dripping with her nectar, then she returned it to her mouth. The tip of her pink tongue darted out and licked the finger clean.
Next Monica unfastened the front hook of the bra and pulled it away from her body. Even though her breasts were large, they stood out firm and high with dark nipples hardened into long peaks that just begged to have someone suck them.
Raoul's breathing noticeably quickened as his eyes feasted on her nipple cones and on the golden curls covering her mound. The scent of her cunt filled his flaring nostrils. His voice was thick with his lust. "Come here."
Monica's breathing had also quickened, the sight of his hardening cock exciting her senses. Her voice contained a hint of huskiness. "Do you want me to leave the garter belt on or take it off?"
"Leave it on." He watched with hungry eyes as she slipped her feet out of her high heels and walked toward the bed, coming to a halt when she reached the edge. Raoul reached out and stroked his hand across the firm flesh of her tits, then rolled her long nipples between his fingers. He grabbed hold of both breasts, wrapping his fingers around the mounds, and pulled her down on the bed next to him. "Nice tits, real nice."
He kneaded one as he sucked the nipple of the other into his mouth, flicking his tongue across the tautly pebbled surface surrounding the hardened finger of flesh. Monica moaned softly and closed her eyes as the sensations washed over her. He sucked harder, the sounds purring from her throat exciting his senses. He switched his attentions to her other nipple.
Suddenly his jaw slackened, her long nipple slipping from his mouth. His words were thick. "Sit on my face. I want to gobble up your cunt."
"Only if that big prick of yours fucks my mouth at the same time."
Without further conversation Monica lowered her dripping pussy over his mouth as she wrapped her arms around his hips and cradled his balls. She ran her tongue around the smooth cockhead, then along the underside of his hard shaft. She very gently squeezed his balls while surrounding the head with her lips. Her tongue teased the small opening in its tip, flicking back and forth across before sucking more of his length into the warmth of her mouth.
Raoul allowed a brief thought to Anthony's words about Monica's talented mouth. He had been correct; she definitely knew how to suck cock. He then allowed his mind to go blank as he lapped at her flowing pussy juices, nibbled on the succulent flesh of her pussy lips, and sucked on her engorged clit. She was a very tasty morsel, very tasty indeed. He ran his fingers across the firm flesh of her bottom and spread her bottomcheeks. He heard her moan and felt her push her cunt harder against his mouth as he inserted his finger into her asshole.
The time passed quickly. Raoul was vaguely aware of the clock in the living room chiming six times on the hour. Monica seemed to be as insatiable as he. They had fucked and sucked in every way imaginable and were ready for more-his cock still rock-hard and her pussy hot and wet.
He turned her over and raised her hips. She happily wiggled her ass in his face, then reached between her legs and began rubbing her protruding clit. He parted her cheeks and slowly ran his tongue along the length of her dark crevice, stopping at her puckered rosebud opening. He tickled the little hole with the tip of his tongue and inserted it for a moment, tasting his own cream from his last visit to her backside.
He got up on his knees and brought his cock to her bottomhole and pushed his entire length into her, the lubricated tunnel allowing easy entrance. He started with long slow strokes-in and out, in and out. He kept her asscheeks spread apart so he could watch his stiff rod disappear, then reappear only to disappear again. It was not long before his chest began heaving with his labored breathing and his strokes became hard and fast as he rammed into her bottom over and over.
Monica's fingers were furiously rubbing and tugging at her hard clit. She was at the edge of ecstasy. His balls slapped against her pussy with each stroke of his powerful organ. Raoul exploded in a shuddering orgasm as Monica's own release flooded her fingers with her sticky secretions. He collapsed against her back and she collapsed on the bed. He lay on top of her as they both gasped for air.
As soon as his breathing was under control he turned her over and buried his face between her legs. Their fucking session was coming to a close; he wanted to end it with his favorite activity. He happily hummed to himself as he savored her taste.
Monica, finally exhausted, closed her eyes, rested her head on the pillow and allowed the many tantalizing sensations to wash over her body.
It was nine o'clock when they emerged from the bedroom and went to the bar. Neither had bothered to dress; Monica still wore the garter belt and nylons. Raoul fixed them both a drink. Now it was time to get down to the true nature of the day's business.
"Do you get to Los Angeles often, Raoul?" Monica sipped her scotch.
"As often as business dictates. Why?"
"I was just hoping we could get together on your next visit." She passed her hand lightly over her swollen pussy lips and smiled as she felt the heat emanating from her cunt. "I can't begin to tell you how much I enjoyed spending the afternoon with you."
"I have to admit that I had a good time, too." He took another sip of his drink. "Anthony tells me you want to get into the movies. I have a friend who's a producer of ... uh ... art films. I'd be happy to introduce you. He's always looking for someone with your considerable talents."
"Porno flicks? No thanks. I plan to be a big star. I wouldn't want my tarnished past to suddenly be thrust in front of my fans."
"How do you plan to support yourself in the meantime ... or is this how you support yourself?"
"Are you asking me if I fuck for a living? I can't think of a more enjoyable way of making money. I also can't think of a better way to get what I want out of life. I fucked my way through an endless number of stupid beauty contests until I finally got to Los Angeles. I've fucked my way into a couple of minor parts in low budget movies and I'll fuck my way into stardom."
She saw a look flicker through his eyes but was not quite sure what it meant. "I love to fuck and I'm very good at it, so why shouldn't I turn that to my advantage?"
"What about your girlfriend? Anthony mentioned that there were two of you."
"Julie?" Monica laughed. "Julie turns three shades of red if she even hears the word 'fuck,' let alone actually engages in the activity. I'm afraid Miss Goody-Two-Shoes is as square as they come. She actually won some beauty contests on the up and up ... didn't fuck one single judge."
"Oh, then she probably wouldn't be interested in posing for my friend or doing a movie for him."
"Ha! You've got to be kidding. Of all the girls I've run into who have come to Hollywood to get into the movies, she's without a doubt the most naive."
Raoul measured his words very carefully, not wanting to tip his hand quite yet. "You know lots of other girls like yourself, beauty contest winners who want to be actresses?" He treated it as if it were a joke, the deadly seriousness of his words escaping her notice. "What do you have, some sort of club where you all hang out?"
She laughed. "You might say that. There are several of us who belong to the same health club. That's where I met Vanessa."
"Vanessa? Is she another of your friends, an aspiring actress?" Raoul's face held no hint of his thoughts.
"No, she's the one who introduced me to Anthony." A thoughtful look quickly crossed her face. "You know," I don't know what it is Vanessa actually does for a living, but if she has some sort of an arrangement with Anthony she couldn't be in a better place to find 'willing young ladies' than at the health club."
"Really? This Vanessa, you think she procures girls for Anthony?" His face was all innocence.
"Procures? That sounds like he spirits them away to some unknown place and they're never seen again." She laughed at the thought. "I think 'recruits' is probably more like it."
"I guess you're right. The word 'procures' does sort of smack of white slavery, doesn't it?" He watched her carefully for her reaction to his statement.
"White slavery?" She laughed as she said the words. "My God, does that still go on? I mean, in this country? I know things like that happen a lot in other parts of the world."
"I bet it would be a very lucrative business for someone who had contacts."
Monica looked at Raoul, a quizzical expression crossing her features. "You mean like the girls I know at the health club?" She scrunched her mouth to the side, obviously in serious thought. She spoke again, more like thinking out loud. "It would have to be done in such a way that no one would get suspicious. The girls would have to think they were going on some sort of a job that they had to keep secret. That part would be pretty easy. Everyone is paranoid that someone will find out about a job, an audition or a new part up for grabs and get there before they can. Secrecy is everyone's middle name."
"That's an interesting line of thought you have going there. But, tell me ... wouldn't you feel guilty luring some poor unsuspecting girl into a trap where she would be exploited and sold on the flesh market? What if it were your friend?" Raoul was very aware that Monica was leaning back with her legs spread apart.
"Who? Julie? That's her rough luck. I look out for me." She saw the lustful look come into his eyes as his gaze locked on her wide open pussy. She smiled seductively and slowly inserted her finger into her love hole, then withdrew it and held it out for him to lick.
Raoul stood at the door and watched as Pussy-pet rubbed her hands across her red bottom, her look of contentment clearly showing how much she was savoring the spanking Anthony had just administered. Little droplets of Anthony's sperm still clung to her lips; she quickly flicked them into her mouth with the tip of her tongue. Anthony closed the door behind him as he left the room. The two men went to his office.
"Monica's perfect-no morals, no conscience. I think she'd sell her own mother if she thought it would get her what she wants. She's also the best fuck I've ever had-she knows and loves it all." Raoul's enthusiasm was evident.
"Well, I guess I'd better set up an interview with her-see if she'd be interested in working for me on a regular basis. After which I intend to thoroughly sample those talents you've praised."
"And then you're going to package Vanessa and ship her off to Griegor? Before you turn her over to him...." Raoul's voice trailed off but his unasked question was clearly understood by Anthony.
He smiled at Raoul and clamped his hand on Raoul's shoulder. "I think it could be arranged. In fact, why don't you do it at the house? That way you can have a videotape to remind you of how you brought her to her knees-literally." Both men laughed.
"Raoul tells me you took very good care of him." Anthony ran his hand across Monica's rear end as they left the deck and walked down the passageway to the main salon. The movement of the yacht told him they were under way, headed out of the main channel of the marina.
"I can assure you that it was my pleasure. I thoroughly enjoyed every minute of it." Monica, too, was aware of the movement of the yacht. She turned questioning eyes toward Anthony. "Are we going somewhere?"
"Just out for a little cruise. I prefer discussing my business where I can't be overheard by anyone." He shot her a very stern look, its meaning unmistakable. "All of my business dealings are highly confidential."
Monica sensed it-something big was about to happen, something good. She had been right in her assumption that her meeting with Raoul was a test of some sort. Obviously she had passed it and Anthony was accepting her into his confidence. She allowed her thoughts to stray for a moment as she looked over his body.
The shorts and tank top he wore did little to hide the essence of his maleness. His body was nicely tanned, his legs long and well muscled. His shoulders were broad and his arms strong. His body was solid; not an ounce of fat. He obviously took very good care of himself. Her mind wandered to the treasure concealed in his shorts, the treasure outlined by the material that stretched tautly across his crotch. She felt the familiar tinglings start up in her pussy.
"Like I said in your office, you can trust my discretion. I hope this is the beginning of a very lucrative business relationship"-she seductively ran the tip of her tongue across her upper lip-"combined with a heavy dose of pleasure."
"Pleasure it will be." He reached across to her and slipped his hand inside her bikini top, teasing her nipple into a long hard peak. "But first"-he withdrew his hand and indicated she should sit down-"we will discuss business. The first question is, what kind of business do you think I'm involved with?"
For half an hour Anthony and Monica discussed the facets of his procurement activities-her involvement, how she would interface with his operation, how much money she could make and how it would be paid. He gave her no information other than what she needed to know.
"You can make a great deal of money for relatively little work. But there is one thing that I want to make perfectly clear to you. My exact instructions will be followed to the letter without fail. There will be no exceptions and no second chances. Disobedience will not be tolerated, and I can assure you that you will not like the consequences. I will not tolerate any indiscretions concerning anything I've said today or anything you will see or hear in the future. Is that understood?"
The look in his eyes said volumes, even more than his words. She saw that he could truly be someone to fear. She nodded.
"I want to hear you say the words. I don't want there to be any mistake about what I've just said and your understanding of it." His expression was hard, his eyes cold.
She swallowed, her throat dry. She was not afraid, but she didn't know exactly what she felt. "I understand what you've said and I agree to it." She felt his power, the unadulterated force of his absolute authority. It was a new feeling for her, being in the presence of such a powerful force-it excited her, Anthony excited her.
"In that case, I guess our business meeting is concluded." He rose from his chair and indicated that she should stand up. "Oh, there is one more little thing." He threw in the next statement as if it were an afterthought. He wanted to test her reaction. "I have a client who wants to purchase Julie. Are you sure she's a virgin? She's worth more money that way."
Her face went blank for a moment, then a smile slowly turned the corners of her mouth. "I have the assurance from her very own lips. She's told me she has no intention of engaging in sex until she's married. It's her belief that men respect women who remain virgins until their wedding night and no decent man would be willing to marry someone who had indulged in such behavior before marriage." She laughed out loud. "Quaint, isn't it? When and where do you want her delivered?"
Anthony was pleased with her response. "I'll let you know in a couple of days." He hooked his finger inside the fabric of her bikini top and pulled her toward him. "Today's business is concluded. Now it's time to play."
CHAPTER EIGHT
"You didn't tell anyone about this, did you, Julie? I mean, if Mr. Douglas is nice enough to give us an opportunity to earn some extra money we don't want to spoil it." Tonight was the night. Monica was about to deliver her friend into the hands of international white slavers for money. Raoul had been very correct in his assessment-she would have sold her own mother if she thought it would get her what she wanted.
Excitement coursed through her body as she thought of what was ahead of her that evening. After disposing of Julie, she had high hopes of being able to participate in a three-way orgy with Anthony and Raoul. If Raoul had exhausted her at her try-out, then she didn't even know how to describe what Anthony had done to her. Never, in her highly lustful life, had she been as thoroughly satiated as she had been that night on Anthony's yacht.
She had easily convinced Julie that they needed to pretend to be doing totally different activities that night so no one would get suspicious. Julie was to leave an hour earlier than Monica. They would meet one block from the marina then proceed to Anthony's yacht. Monica had finally hurried Julie out the door and settled into a nice leisurely bath, her anticipation keeping her body temperature at just below the boiling point.
The evening progressed much as it had for Susie Quinten. There was a gathering of business associates, all of whom were involved with Anthony's legitimate business interests. Julie and Monica circulated, directed the caterers, engaged in conversation and in general acted as valid hostesses for the evening.
As midnight approached, only a small handful of guests remained on the yacht, and these quickly called it a night. Anthony shot Monica a look, then left the main salon to talk with the captain about getting under way. Monica turned to Julie and said, "I guess we'd better change clothes and head for home. It looks like the party's over." She steered Julie to the cabin Anthony had previously arranged for her to use.
Much as Susie had done on that fateful night, Julie removed the evening gown Anthony had provided. She was reaching for her clothes when she felt the movement of the yacht. "Monica-we're moving!" Panic darted across her face as she grabbed her clothes. "They've forgotten we're still on board!"
A hard look crossed Monica's face as she snatched the clothes from Julie's hands. Her gaze raked up and down Julie's body. Then she spoke, her voice containing all the disdain she felt for the frightened young woman standing before her wearing only bra, panties and pantyhose. "They know we're here."
The door to the cabin opened and Anthony entered. "Well, Julie, it seems our business isn't quite finished. There are a few more things to be done. I think we'll start with a blowjob."
Julie backed away from him, but Monica quickly caught her arm and held her in place. Without waiting for instructions, she yanked down the pantyhose and panties Julie wore and tore open her bra. Julie fought to escape the horrible things Monica was doing to her, and in front of Mr. Douglas yet. She simply didn't understand what was happening to her or why.
Monica tossed Julie's bra away, then shoved the frightened girl back on the bed and pulled the pantyhose and panties off her body. Julie started to scream but Monica quickly put her hand over the girl's mouth.
"Jeez-she's going to scream her fucking head off if we don't gag her." Monica glared at Julie. "Shut up, you stupid little cunt. There's nothing you can do about anything from here on out so there's no use in screaming."
Anthony shoved a handkerchief in Julie's mouth, then wrapped another one across it and tied it behind her head. He held her as Monica secured her wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed. Then he and Monica stepped back and surveyed the enticing body stretched out before them.
"Tell me, Monica"-a lustful gleam flickered through his eyes-"have you ever eaten another woman's pussy before? Is that part of your extensive repertoire?"
Monica grinned lasciviously at Anthony. "Many times-but never a virgin cunt." She impulsively thrust her finger into Julie's tight little pussy hole until she felt the restrictive barrier. She tickled the membrane with the tip of her finger and laughed as Julie squirmed helplessly. "I've never felt anything as tight as this, and that includes my own asshole."
"Let's see you grab a little snack off her."
Anthony settled back in a chair and watched as Monica quickly shed her clothes and climbed onto the bed, positioning herself between Julie's spread legs. He began to remove his clothes as Monica's face disappeared into Julie's bushy cunt growth.
Monica was thrilled with this opportunity. It should be every bit as enjoyable as a three-way with Anthony and Raoul. As Julie's roommate, she had seen Julie undressed many times but had refrained from making any advances toward her. But over the last few months she had thought more than once about burying her mouth in Julie's lush pussy fur and sucking on her perfect tits. Now she finally had the chance to indulge her desires as much as she liked-and she liked a lot.
The yacht was headed for Esteban's compound. Anthony occasionally called on his friend to provide him a safe place when his business consisted of dealing with more than one customer-such as this time, when he would have business dealings with Griegor and then with Kareem. Griegor would be at the compound the day after Anthony arrived, and Kareem would arrive the following morning. He had already sent Kareem information about Julie, and Kareem had immediately expressed a great deal of interest in inspecting the merchandise in person.
That gave him two days of fun and games with the helpless Julie before sales negotiation time. She was his possession to do with as he wanted, even to take her virginity if he so chose. That would, however, decrease her dollar value. Kareem would only pay top dollar for unspoiled young women.
He would be content with fucking Julie's mouth and enjoying Monica's ravishment of her virgin body. If he needed something more substantial than Julie's mouth, there was Monica. She seemed to be always in a marvelously perpetual state of arousal. He might even indulge in a farewell fuck with Vanessa.
Monica rubbed her nose against Julie's clit, inhaling the enticing pussy fragrance. Her voice was thick with her excitement. "I've wanted to eat your pussy for a long time, Julie. Now I can feast until I've had my fill and there's nothing you can do about it." She flicked the tip of her tongue across Julie's clit.
Julie jumped and thrashed her head back and forth, trying to escape Monica's vile ministrations. She squeezed her eyes shut to keep from witnessing Monica's act and to expunge the sight of Anthony's lustful smirk as he watched.
For Monica this was a dream come true, Julie's gorgeous body available to her for whatever she wanted. She licked the virgin pussy lips, the texture of the flesh exciting and stimulating her senses. She ran the tip of her tongue around the tight pussy hole, then quickly thrust it in and out of the opening.
Julie attempted to thrash about as best as she could with her wrists and ankles bound to the four corners of the bed. She didn't understand how this could be happening to her. She thought Monica was her friend, would be there to help her just as she would be there for Monica if she needed help. How could Monica be performing this vile action, doing this vulgar thing to her? And what was it Mr. Douglas meant by "sales negotiations" and her being worth more if he kept her a virgin?
Monica was breathing heavily as she sucked and tongued Julie's pussy. Her own clit throbbed as it cried out for attention. She pulled her face from between Julie's legs, her cheeks and chin glistening with Julie's pussy juices. With jerky movements that clearly demonstrated her degree of heightened sexual arousal, Monica moved her body on top of Julie's. She felt Julie's perfect tits pressing against her large ones, felt their cunt hairs meshing together.
Monica thrust her pussy forward so that it was rubbing against Julie's clit. She felt the hot fire of sexual excitement shoot through her body as the two love nubbins came in contact with each other. She squirmed and rubbed her engorged clit against Julie's, humping her hot wet sex hard against the helpless girl's virgin territory. Monica's sticky secretions matted their pussy fur together, her blond hairs tangling with Julie's dark ones. She moaned as the waves of fire surged through her hot cunt. She was clearly in the throes of a very delicious orgasm.
Monica slid partway down Julie's body until she could catch one of Julie's nipples between her teeth. She sucked on the tumid peak while regaining her composure. Finally her breathing returned to normal and she rolled off Julie's body. She crawled up beside her friend and rubbed her pussy-juice-smeared cheeks and chin against her face. "That was a great fuck, Julie. I'm sorry you didn't enjoy it as much as I did." She tweaked and twisted Julie's hard nipples, then slid off the bed.
Now Anthony leaned over the bed and untied the gag and removed the handkerchief from Julie's mouth. "We're out to sea now. You can scream as loud as you want and no one will hear you." He studied her tear-streaked face and saw the fear in her eyes. He brought his fingers to her pussy and scooped up some of the moisture on his finger. Then he put the finger to her lips. His voice was hard and cold. "Lick it off-now."
Julie pursed her lips tightly together and turned her face away. Less than a second later she felt the harsh sting of Anthony's hand as he slapped her across the face. He grabbed her chin and turned her head back toward him. He forced the soaked finger between her lips. "Suck it! Then I have something else for you to suck." His voice grew angry. "Now!"
Julie's eyes widened. The anger on his face truly frightened her, even more than the slap. She reluctantly opened her mouth to accept his finger, the taste repulsing her. She sucked on it until the taste was gone.
"That's more like it. Now"-Anthony straddled her shoulders, his stiff cock bouncing against her mouth-"suck on this until I tell you to stop."
Julie realized the utter hopelessness of her situation. The girl she thought was her friend was as vile and repugnant as the man whose sex organ was touching her lips. There was no one to help her, no one at all. She started to speak, to ask Anthony not to hurt her. As soon as she opened her mouth he shoved his cock between her lips.
"Suck it, Julie. If you suck it real good I'll let you rest for a while. If you continue to behave in a difficult manner there will be hours more of this before you can rest. And on top of that I'll give you a fucking you'll never forget. The choice is yours."
She heard his words and knew, in the very depths of her soul, that he meant exactly what he said. She began to suck on the horrid thing that was stuck in her mouth. At the same time she felt Monica's tongue flick back and forth across her little nub, then thrust into her cunt. She closed her eyes as they again filled with tears. Everything about this was so horrible and so frightening. She had never dreamed that people actually did this type of thing to each other, willingly performed these disgusting acts and even seemed to enjoy them. She vividly remembered how excited Monica had gotten as she rubbed their private places together.
She continued to suck on Anthony's cock, hoping his promise of allowing her to rest was the truth. She felt his excitement growing as he began thrusting his hard sex farther into her mouth. He began shuttling in and out like a madman, his heavy balls slapping her chin. His cock seemed enormous, the length of it filling her to the back of her throat. The head was a humongous velvety helmet that expanded until it threatened to leave little room even for the passage of air. Yet he offered her no respite and simply continued to fuck her mouth as though he were fucking her cunt. He almost seemed to take no real pleasure in it, she thought. He did it only for the pure exercise of his absolute authority.
With each stroke now her face was practically buried in the thick growth that sprang from the base of his rod, so forceful were the thrusts that jammed his meat down her throat. She had to fight to keep from gagging. His thrusts became harder and faster. Then the strangest thing happened. Some sort of hot thick liquid spurted from his cock and into her mouth in three or four great gouts. With his male organ still filling her mouth there was nothing she could do but swallow the terrible substance. It was awful. Salty. She thought she was going to throw up.
Anthony climbed off Julie's body. "You're going to have to learn to suck cock better than that." A cruel smile turned the corners of his mouth. "And you will. You'll not only learn to suck cock, but you'll also learn to suck pussy and suck ass." He turned toward Monica, who still had her face buried in Julie's snatch. "Come up for air. I told Julie she could get some rest."
Anthony and Monica left the stateroom and a sobbing Julie still bound on the bed, closing the door behind them. They went to the same room were Vanessa had been so thoroughly ravished by the crew. Unknown to Monica, Vanessa and Raoul were on board. Raoul had the former employee bound and gagged and locked away. Anthony planned to turn her over to Griegor at the same time as he negotiated with Kareem for Julie's sale.
Raoul had, once again, taken his fill of sucking and chewing on Vanessa's pussy. He would never have dared to do it without Anthony's permission.
Vanessa knew, at that moment, that her time was up-that Anthony had a replacement for her. She didn't know what Anthony had planned for her, but she knew she wasn't going to like it. He frightened her. She knew how really cruel he could be. A shudder moved through her body as she remembered what he had done to another female employee who had displeased him. Yes, Anthony could be very cruel if he chose to be.
Esteban's hairy sweaty body covered Susie's as his hard cock moved smoothly in and out of her wet pussy. He had been fucking her for two hours, without having an orgasm. His control was incredible, his staying power enough to tire out the most worthy partner.
Susie's slim legs were wrapped around his back as her thrusting hips met his every stroke. She had lost count of the number of orgasms that had convulsed her body. They were coming so close together they were almost like one long ongoing orgasm.
She whimpered and cried, the words coming out in an almost incoherent string of utterances. "Fuck me ... fuck ... fuck ... harder ... faster ... more ... fuck me more ... sperm me ... give me your tongue...." Her words stopped when he shoved his fat tongue deep inside her mouth. She immediately began to suck on it, her hips moving harder and faster to keep up with his frenzied pace.
Anthony would be arriving at the compound the next day. Esteban was more than happy to extend his hospitality to Anthony and Anthony's business associates, to provide them with accommodations and a secure place to conduct their business transactions. He would be honored to provide Anthony with whatever courtesy he might require. Esteban was so pleased with Susie that he would have done just about anything for Anthony to show his gratitude.
From the moment he had set eyes on Susie, he could not get his fill of her. He was obsessed with fucking her, more so than with anyone he had ever met. The inside of her love tunnel felt like a hot velvet sheath as it tightly encased his manhood. Her mouth could draw every drop of his sperm out through his cock, like sipping from a straw. And her delightful little bottom-to watch his rigidity penetrate the little rosebud opening and slip up the tight channel was a constant pleasure.
She had quickly turned into an insatiable fucking machine-always hot and always ready for whatever pleased him. Her pussy was the sweetest tasting, her ass the hottest, her cunt the tightest. She could suck his cock better than anyone. She was the ultimate pleasure unit, his ultimate fuck.
He grunted and panted as he continued to thrust his prick in and out of her hot tunnel. He was on the edge of losing control, on the edge of squirting deep inside her. He could feel her cunt muscles drawing his jism up from his tight balls. She sucked his tongue into her mouth as she sucked his passion potion into her hot pussy cavity.
He rolled off her, his spent cock dangling limply between his legs. She quickly climbed on top of him. She knew she could suck his cock back to action before too much time had passed. She wrapped her slim arms around his hips and cradled his balls. She lowered her dripping pussy to his mouth as her excited tongue licked the sticky secretions from his limp tool. She felt his tongue dance across her cunt lips then his mouth close over her throbbing clit. At the same time she closed her lips around his stiffening rod and purred softly as she brought life back to it.
He spread her ass cheeks and fingered her bottomhole while continuing to suck her hard clit. He thrust a finger, then a second one into her rosebud opening and slowly drew them in and out. He watched as the puckered flesh surrounding her opening moved in and out with his fingers. His tongue caressed her from her love nest to her anus and back to her love nest. Her smooth, hairless cunt was wet and sticky.
Esteban personally shaved her mound each morning before the first fuck of the day. It excited him to move her delicate little pussy lips from one side to the other as he carefully pulled the razor through the lather, scraping off any hair that might have started growing since the day before. The look of her smooth hairless mound with her protruding clit always made his cock jump.
Another part of his daily routine was breakfast. While he ate his meal, Nadia and Susie performed an exciting girl fuck for his viewing pleasure-sometimes rubbing and humping their engorged clits together, other times simply sucking and licking. By the time the two women finished he always had a raging hard-on and would spend the next several hours with Susie satisfying his lustful needs.
CHAPTER NINE
"Where have you stashed her?" Anthony ask Raoul as he looked around the room.
"She's in the cabin on the other side. I removed the gag and loosened her bindings a little bit after 'company' left, but she's still tied up tight enough that she won't get loose." Raoul smiled, something he seldom did. "She's not a happy camper. It finally occurred to her that I couldn't have spent the night feasting on her cunt again without your okay, and that that signaled the end for her."
Anthony turned to Monica. "If you'll excuse me, I have a little business to attend to. Then I'll return and we'll see if the three of us can find something to do for the next few hours." Anthony left the cabin and headed down the passageway.
Monica smiled at Raoul. "Why don't we get started now? There's no reason to waste this time." She reached for the zipper on his slacks.
Raoul immediately grabbed her wrist. "Didn't you hear what Anthony said? He said we would start when he returned, he didn't say anything about us starting without him." His fingers dug sharply into her wrist as he fixed her with a hard look. "Anthony's instructions will be carried out exactly. Don't make assumptions. You're already in this now. There's no such thing as a probation period to see if everything works out and everyone's happy. Fuck up and you'll be replaced and nobody will give you a second thought."
A little shiver of fear, mixed with a dangerous excitement, darted through Monica as she freed her wrist from Raoul's iron grip. Absolute authority and power-her insides quivered in anticipation.
Down the hall Anthony entered another cabin and stood just inside the door staring at the woman who was tied naked to the bed. A cruel smile curled the corners of his mouth. "Well, Vanessa-how are we doing today?" He walked over to the bed and reached down, running the tip of his finger across the numerous bite marks on her breasts and around her pussy mound. "I see you and Raoul had a nice evening together."
"You fucking pig!" She spat out the words, her anger at an equal level with her fear. She knew her fate was sealed; she had no reason to hold back her feelings.
She saw the anger contort Anthony's face as he backhanded her across the side of her face. His fingers tangled in her long hair as he yanked her head up toward his.
"How dare you talk to me in that manner! You're nothing but a piece of cunt meat for sale, you have no rights or privileges. You'll pay for your insolence." He released his grip on her and quickly left the room, returning almost immediately with Raoul.
Anthony removed his clothes. His anticipation had excited him into a very stiff erection. He climbed onto the bed between her spread legs. "First, one last fuck for old time's sake." He smiled with a cruel hardness. "Something to help you remember me." Without further conversation he rammed the entire length of his large cock into her pussy tunnel and started to savagely pound her with hard jabs.
Vanessa screamed and screamed. She screamed from the pain of the brutal way he was attacking her cunt and from her fear. She couldn't even speculate on what else he had planned for her.
Anthony continued to ram into her, savage strokes that plunged his cockhead all the way to the back of her pussy until he touched her cervix. His energy never slackened.
Anthony was driven. He had her pinned beneath him; she was his helpless victim while he took his pleasure. His pelvis moved back and forth relentlessly. His cock was a piston as it drove into her pussy again and again, always plunging in to its full length, then withdrawing to the very tip before plumbing her depths once more. His teeth worried her erect nipples as he fucked her; he pulled on the taut peaks until they were fully engorged and Vanessa's breath came in short gasps ... whether from the pain or pleasure of what he was doing to her he couldn't tell and didn't care.
He stayed on her for more than an hour, his cock always buried to the hilt, giving her the fucking he felt she deserved for her betrayal. She would get worse, far worse, later on where she was going, he hoped. But right now he had control of her, was brutally ramming his rock-hard poker into her hot cunt while she moaned and screamed and writhed. He had already shot a considerable amount of hot sperm into her, yet his cock never lost its hardness and he never stopped his thrusts. Finally he climbed off, but only for a moment. With his chest heaving, he turned to Raoul and snapped out: "Turn her over and get under her."
Raoul quickly complied, untying her, flipping her limp body over on her stomach and refastening her ankles and wrists. He slithered beneath her after shucking off his clothes and jammed his cock into her aching pussy.
With the same savagery he had already demonstrated, Anthony spread Vanessa's ass cheeks and violently plunged his tool all the way inside her asshole. For what seemed like forever to Vanessa the two men began to brutalize her in a near frenzy. Raoul pumped into her pussy from beneath, holding her hips slightly in the air so that he could shuttle back and forth in her dripping sheath. Anthony, meanwhile, pounded into her asshole, driving his cock as far as he could into her tight tunnel until his balls slapped welly against her buttocks.
"What do you think of your punishment, Vanessa?" he gritted spitefully. "Is it worth having disobeyed me? Well ... it's ... too ... late ... now!" He jammed his prick into her with each word, enjoying the way she could only groan in response to his questions. The bitch was probably enjoying what they were doing to her. He fucked and fucked her while Raoul did the same beneath her until Raoul's spasms told him that Vanessa's cunt had been filled with hot sperm. The sight made his balls twitch and his own burning eruption suddenly filled her tight little asshole. Finally, when she was on the verge of slipping from consciousness, Anthony withdrew his prick and stepped back. He smiled as he saw his cream oozing from her bottom, and Raoul's dripping from her cunt.
After catching his breath he turned to Raoul. "Lick her clean if you want to; if not, maybe her new owner will soothe her pain away."
"Well, maybe one last suck of those big tits before you give her away." Raoul quickly turned her over onto her back again and secured her limbs; then he lowered his head to her breasts and began to suck and bite at her nipples. Vanessa continued to quietly sob and whimper, her entire body almost numb.
In the other part of the yacht Monica sat, still hearing Vanessa's screams in her mind. There was no doubt in her mind that the screams had not been connected with any kind of ecstasy or with the type of pain that brings pleasure. Again a strange mixture of fear and excitement coursed through her body. She wondered exactly what was happening and what it was that the unknown woman had done to deserve such treatment.
She remembered Anthony's words and Raoul's warning about obeying without exception. She had no way of knowing that she was actually acquainted with the woman doing the screaming and that she was Vanessa's replacement. She slipped her hand inside her panties and began to gently finger her clit.
Anthony was immediately aroused to consciousness by the fact that the yacht was no longer under way. They had obviously anchored. That meant they were in the cove off Esteban's compound. He focused on the clock, then looked around to get his bearings. Along with Monica and Raoul, he was sprawled on the large bed.
Monica's face was buried in his crotch, his limp organ in her mouth resting against her tongue as she slept. Raoul was lying across her body, his cock partially in her anus, still semi-hard. The three of them had spent the entire night engaged in totally abandoned sex play.
Monica was truly in love with fucking just for ... well ... the fuck of it. She loved everything, devoured whatever was put in front of her mouth, sucked into her cunt whatever came near it, wiggled her ass against whatever she could reach. Anthony chuckled. She could probably handle the entire crew by herself and still want more. In fact, that might be an interesting activity to occupy the crew and Monica while he was ashore conducting his negotiations. He wondered how she felt about the strap; it was an activity that he hadn't yet tried with her.
Monica slowly came awake and also became aware of the delightful treat resting against her tongue. She closed her lips around the flaccid shaft and began to gently suckle at the soft flesh as she ran her fingertips through the dark, coarse hair that surrounded it at its base.
Anthony loved being nudged into wakefulness first thing in the morning by a wet mouth sucking him into hardness. Pussy-pet often started his day in that manner. She would crawl up on the bed and snuggle her face into his crotch then softly lick his balls until he stirred. Then she would take his limp cock into her mouth and quickly bring it to stiff attention.
Raoul stirred. His first sight was of Anthony lying back with Monica sucking his prick. His own organ quickly hardened and penetrated farther into her anus. Without disturbing the happy little home his cock had found, he got to his knees behind her and shoved the entire length of his shaft into her bottom. All three quickly achieved orgasm, finishing what they had been too exhausted to complete for the final time the night before.
After resting for a few moments Anthony sat up. "We have work to do," he told Raoul. "This is going to be a very busy day. You tend to Julie's needs and I'll check in on our other guest." Then he added, "Help yourself to a little morning treat"-his look became stern-"but no biting and no marks of any kind. An unmarred virgin is what we are selling." Raoul left the cabin to comply with Anthony's instructions and indulge in a modified version of his own desires.
When Anthony left, Monica took the opportunity to soak in a hot bath and refresh herself. She got the drift of what Raoul was going to be doing with Julie, but she wondered how Anthony was going to be entertaining himself. As she dabbed the washcloth at her swollen pussy lips, all the fire of the night before, combined with her delightful morning suck of Anthony's impressive cock, sent hot tremors through her. Raoul had given her a nice morning taste of his cock in her ass, but her throbbing pussy had been ignored. She slipped two fingers inside her love nest and closed her eyes.
Vanessa heard the cabin door being unlocked and saw it swing open. Anthony entered the cabin and closed the door behind him. "And how are we feeling today, Vanessa?"
She closed her eyes and ignored his question. Her cunt was still sore and her ass throbbed from her brutal rape.
He inserted his finger into her swollen pussy opening, then removed it and spread her pussy lips apart to examine her. Next he spread her ass cheeks and checked the condition of her little rosebud. Then he inserted his finger into her anus, drawing it in and out several times. He poked the flesh around her mound and lightly tugged at her pussy fur. Finally he licked her nipples, felt how the buds hardened against the stimulation of his flicking tongue.
"Ah, you still respond to a little sucking and fucking. You still want it. Your nipples can't seem to keep from betraying you. All your parts seem to be in working order. A little time and you'll be good as new. That should work out perfectly. Actually, Griegor didn't need you for another month, but I don't need you at all so he agreed to accept delivery early. He's a good sort, so I'm sure he'll go easy on you."
Vanessa remained impassive, her eyes still closed. His words, however, played through her mind. Griegor. She had heard the name before but was not sure who he was. She knew the obvious-that she was about to be sold to him for who knows what ultimate purpose. She breathed a heavy sigh. She toyed with the thought that she would rather die.
Anthony released her from the bindings. "Get cleaned up and make yourself as presentable as you can, then have something to eat. We're in the cove off Esteban's compound and will be going ashore in an hour."
Raoul hummed happily to himself as he licked and sucked on Julie's pussy lips and clit, pausing occasionally to tug on her perfect pink nipples. He then turned his attention to her delightful bottom, flicking the tip of his tongue along her dark crevice, then sucking her delicate rosebud. Finally he straddled her shoulders and held his cock against her mouth, forcing it between her lips. He fucked her mouth until he shot his cream down her throat. He returned his mouth to her sweet pussy and feasted for a little while longer.
After momentarily satisfying his hunger, Raoul released Julie and allowed her to bathe and generally tend to her own needs. He finally spoke to her for the first time since entering her cabin that morning. "You know, you'd have a lot easier time of it if you'd just relax and enjoy-let the sensations flow. You're so uptight and cold that you'll probably anger someone and end up having to endure some unpleasantness that otherwise wouldn't be necessary. You've got a real tasty cunt, a nice ass and a terrific set of tits. Where you're going you could end up doing pretty well for yourself if you learn to be cooperative."
Anthony locked Vanessa into the cabin and told her to be prepared to go ashore in ten minutes. He left her a floor-length cape and nothing else to wear.
Anthony proceeded to the captain's quarters and had a quick conversation with Stewart, making it very clear to him that he and the crew could only indulge their pleasures with Monica if she was willing. This was not a punishment arrangement, and he wanted the whips and straps left in the cupboard. Since the crew and Monica were confined to the yacht for the duration of the day while he and Raoul were ashore, perhaps they could find something mutually agreeable to occupy their time.
Stewart's cock twitched and jumped at the mere thought of it. The entire crew had seen the blonde with the voluptuous figure come on board. Stewart's attention had been immediately riveted to the seductive undulation and gentle sway of her incredible ass as she walked away from him. He couldn't wait to sink his cock into her backside.
Esteban greeted his guest warmly as Anthony stepped out of the launch and onto the small dock. Vanessa, covered from head to toe by the long hooded cape, followed behind him. She was very sore from the night before; it was uncomfortable for her to walk but she dared not complain. The two men talked amiably as they walked toward the house.
"How is Susie working out for you? You're not going to try and get a refund out of me, are you?" Anthony laughed. He could tell from the light in Esteban's eyes that the man was very pleased.
"A refund? That's a good one. I was fearful that you would tell me I had only made a down payment and now you were going to take this delicious prize away if I did not pay an outrageous balance due." Both men laughed.
"Has Griegor arrived yet?"
"Ah, yes, my friend. Your associate arrived a few hours ago. I have offered him food and drink and instructed Nadia to tend to his needs. He seems quite content."
Vanessa was locked in a small bedroom, and Anthony was escorted to a large comfortable room where Griegor waited. Esteban excused himself and left the two men to discuss their business.
Anthony explained Vanessa's situation, assuring Griegor she would once again be very serviceable goods, ideal for his needs. "She can take a lot and still bounce right back. She'll provide endless hours of enjoyment as the only woman among a group of twenty men in an isolated area. I'm sure you'll be very pleased with her. She fits your needs perfectly."
"The price you quoted is satisfactory, but before we conclude these negotiations I'd like to inspect the merchandise personally. I will take into consideration her temporarily damaged condition."
Griegor knew, as did everyone who did business with Anthony, that Anthony did not haggle over price. When he set a figure that was what he expected to get-take it or leave it. There would always be someone else willing to pay the price, especially since Anthony dealt only in prime goods. With only a few exceptions to accommodate specific requests, all his merchandise was fresh and young.
"Of course." Anthony rose to his feet, indicating that Griegor should follow him.
Anthony withdrew the key Esteban had given him and unlocked the door, stepping aside so Griegor could enter first. He closed the door behind him. His words were harsh. "Come here, Vanessa. Now!"
She rose from the edge of the bed, the cape still wrapped around her, and walked to where Anthony had indicated. He pulled the hood back off her head so Griegor could see her face. Anthony watched as a smile came to Griegor's lips and his eyes lit up with excitement. He then removed the cape, leaving Vanessa nude, and stepped back to allow Griegor to conduct his inspection.
He slowly walked around her, the initial look completed without touching her. He turned to Anthony and smiled his approval. "I believe you have done me a favor by insisting that I take delivery of the merchandise a month early." He then returned his attention to Vanessa and prepared to do a thorough inspection of her goods.
He seemed to be fascinated by the large yet firm breasts with the broad hardened nipples. He reached out and cupped the underside of each breast, then bounced them slightly, as if hefting their weight. "Oh yes, they bounce nicely. All natural, nothing artificial." He turned his attention to Anthony but did not remove his hands from Vanessa's breasts. "I had someone once who tried to sell me a bitch who had silicon injections. Her tits were hard as rocks."
He walked around her again and stopped at her backside. He cupped the roundness of her ass cheeks then spread them apart as he knelt behind her. "Bend over, dear. Let's have a little look." Vanessa did as she was told. Griegor touched his forefinger to her bottomhole. "My, my, my ... you're right, Anthony. This is a swollen, sore little hole." He pushed his finger into the opening. They both heard Vanessa gasp.
Griegor stuck out his tongue and moved his face toward the dark crevice but immediately felt Anthony's hand on his shoulder, pulling him away from her. "Inspect, my friend-not sample."
Griegor rose to his feet and moved around in front of Vanessa. "Hop up on the bed, my dear. Pull up your knees and spread your thighs. Let's have a look at this delightful cunt."
He carefully parted her pussy lips and ran his finger in and out of her pussy slit. He stood up and looked down at Vanessa. "That will be all for now, dear. You can lower your knees, unless you find that position particularly comfortable."
Anthony and Griegor left Vanessa, locking the door after they exited the room. They proceeded back down the hall to their meeting room, where food and drink had been brought in their absence. Griegor's excitement was obvious.
"Well, my friend, we have a deal. In fact"-a thoughtful look crossed his face-"I may even keep her for myself and have you find someone else for me to provide to the crew. We still have a month before a woman is needed for that purpose. How much time will you require if I should want a second piece of goods?"
"Two weeks will be adequate. Your requirements are not so specialized that I would need more time than that." Anthony was very pleased with this turn of events, an unexpected bonus.
The two men ate lunch together then concluded their business deal. Griegor paid Anthony-American dollars, cash only-then Anthony turned Vanessa over to him.
Griegor quickly spirited Vanessa off to Esteban's landing strip, where a private jet was waiting. In a matter of minutes they were off the ground and headed to ... Vanessa did not have a clue as to where they were going.
"Well, my dear. Now that you are officially my property, let's see if we can't suck the soreness from your delightful little cunt. Come with me." Griegor led her to the bed at the back of the plane and removed her cape. "Now just lie back and make yourself comfortable. That's it, pull up your knees and spread your legs just like you did earlier." Without hesitation be snuggled his face up to her pussy.
Vanessa was pleasantly surprised at the gentle manner in which he licked her sore, swollen pussy flesh-at the way he paused occasionally to flick his tongue across her clit or wiggle it into her love nest. He had been right, his tongue did produce soothing sensations. She felt the familiar tingle of excitement start to build. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.
After Griegor's departure, Anthony contacted Raoul on the yacht and told him to bring Julie ashore in the same manner he had brought Vanessa. Kareem would arrive at the compound the next morning. They would install Julie in the room Vanessa had just vacated, then he and Raoul would spend the night at the compound, leaving the crew and Monica to whatever pleasures they chose to indulge in-and from what he had discovered of Monica, that could be a twenty-four hour orgy.
There was no doubt in his mind that Monica could take on five men at once and satisfy all their needs and still want more. He dismissed the thought as he wondered what sort of entertainment Esteban had prepared for that evening following dinner. He rather hoped it would be another demonstration of Nadia's unique talents. He was particularly fascinated by her ability to suck her own clit and tongue her own pussy. Perhaps Esteban would grant him the privilege of being the one to fuck her ass while she tongued her own cunt.
CHAPTER TEN
As Anthony was anticipating the activities for the evening, Monica and the crew of the yacht were eagerly making their own plans. Everyone was stark naked and standing on the deck. Monica had the entire five-man crew, including the captain, lined up while she inspected their cocks. Her mouth almost watered and her pussy gushed at the sight of the huge hunk of cock meat the first mate possessed.
"May I suggest," Stewart interrupted her decidedly wicked thoughts, "that we start out simply. The owner of this exceptionally huge prick can stretch out on his back and you can impale yourself on his pole and ride him until you beg for mercy. Meanwhile I'll snuggle up behind you and insert this nice fellow"-he grabbed his own prick and stroked it-"into this available receptacle." He quickly jammed his finger into her bottomhole.
Monica anxiously tugged at her clit and with her other hand reached out and grabbed the first mate by the cock, pulling on it as if it were a large handle. She shoved her ass back to readily accept the captain's finger. "Let's do it. I can't wait to feel this super sausage up my pussy. I can't remember ever fucking anything this large."
The morning was clear and bright. Anthony and Raoul played a set of tennis, then Anthony went for a swim. The previous night, Esteban had granted Anthony his pick of companion and, without hesitation, he had chosen the exotic Nadia. It had been a night of unbridled wanton lust, the aroma of sex heavy in the air as he took his pleasure again and again.
But now it was morning and the appointed hour of his business transaction was almost at hand. Kareem had arrived a couple of hours earlier and been provided a room to refresh himself and rest. He would join Anthony for lunch, during which they would conduct their business.
"Take the launch and go back to the yacht. Tell Stewart to be prepared to leave in two hours. You're probably going to have to rouse the crew and get them going. If they had half the action Monica provided us, they're probably dead tired." Having given Raoul his instructions, Anthony went out to the pool and reclined on the chaise longue to soak up some sun.
"Ah, Anthony my friend." Esteban emerged from the house and hurried toward the pool. "Perhaps, before you commence your business, you will have some time for a former associate?" Esteban had always gone out of his way to be deferential to Anthony, a man he both revered and feared.
Esteban turned back toward the door and made a gesture. Appearing from the darkened doorway, Susie quickly obeyed the silent command. She hurried to the pool and stood next to Anthony, awaiting further instructions.
Anthony's gaze slowly took in the naked woman standing next to him. As a rule he seldom had any contact with the women once he had passed them on to their new owners. He noticed how her newly acquired tan enhanced her pale blond hair and made her look even more enticing than she had. Her pubic mound was still clean shaven.
Susie's eyes seemed slightly glazed. Her breathing was not as smooth and even as it might have been and her clit stood out hard and erect from her slick wet pussy folds. He recognized the scent of Susie's sex mingled with a scent still very fresh in his mind-that of Nadia. It was obvious that just moments earlier she and Nadia had been involved in a girl fuck. Probably, Anthony thought, some breakfast entertainment for Esteban.
The thought of tasting the two women's love juices mingled together sent a surge of excitement through him. His cock began to harden, straining against the fabric of his swimming trunks.
"Thank you, Esteban. How generous of you to offer me the use of your personal property. I do have an hour before my business meeting. This should help me pass the time."
Esteban was very pleased by Anthony's gracious acceptance of his offering. "She will perform nicely for you. When you have finished with her, send her to her room." Esteban discreetly took his leave.
"How have you been, Susie? You're looking very well." Anthony reached out and ran the tip of his finger along the folds of her pussy lips and around her clit. He felt her body quiver as soon as he touched her-not the tearful trembling he had first experienced with her, but rather a quiver of excited anticipation. He put his finger to his mouth and sucked in the taste. "Ah, you and Nadia have been busy." He looked at her questioningly. "Esteban's breakfast ritual?" He laughed. Esteban was such a creature of habit.
Susie's eyes burned with a hot fire as she looked down at the man who had started it all. He had repeatedly raped her then coldly sold her body into sexual slavery. He had done it with no emotion other than lust and greed.
A slight smile turned the corners of her mouth; the fire that burned in her eyes was that same type of hot lust. Her nimble fingers withdrew his hardened cock from his swimming trunks. She sank to her knees, closed her eyes and wrapped her lips around his velvety prick head.
He lifted her, maneuvering her body up and over him. The brief taste he had of Susie and Nadia's mingled juices had excited his senses. Her sensual mouth continued to lick and suck his hard cock as he plunged his tongue into her wet pussy, feasting on the tantalizing mixture. He scoured her pussy lips thoroughly, relishing the taste as he worked along the sides of her slit before folding back the sensitive flesh with his fingers so that he could reach the conchlike inner folds. These he licked with slashing strokes that had Susie squirming as she took his cock all the way down her throat. Finally he darted the tip of his tongue into her sweet cavern. He inhaled the fragrance of her feminine garden as he used his tongue like a little prick, stabbing into her furrow and plowing her thoroughly. He paused to take her engorged clit between his teeth and suck it gently. At the same time, Susie had begun to tongue him earnestly, and he felt his sperm rise and erupt into her mouth. She pumped him dry and, without releasing him from the moist prison of her mouth, began to fellate him to hardness once again.
"Stewart-get up and get your crew together. Anthony wants you to be ready to leave in two hours." Raoul looked around the large cabin. Everyone was asleep. Almost everyone. He turned back to the captain. "Timmy and Monica aren't here."
Stewart looked around the cabin. Clothes were strewn everywhere and the room was a mess. "The last thing I remember, Monica had my prick up her ass, a prick in her cunt, in her mouth, between those incredible tits of hers, and one wrapped in her hand. That's five-that's the entire crew. That's the hottest bitch I've ever seen; she never slowed down the entire night. God knows what she and Timmy are doing." He shook his head to help clear the fuzziness, then began to rouse the rest of the crew.
Raoul left the cabin and went in search of Timmy and Monica. Anthony would be furious if the yacht was still a mess when he returned. The third cabin he tried contained the missing people. As soon as he opened the door he was greeted by the sounds of the two of them heavily involved in carnal pleasures. The air was thick with the musky aroma of heated sex.
Timmy's cock had completely disappeared into Monica's mouth and down her throat. Her lips were almost enclosing part of his balls. It was obvious that she had such a suction hold on his ramrod that he could hardly thrust in and out even though his hips gyrated wildly. His mouth hungrily attacked her dripping pussy as she thrust her mound hard against his face, his head locked securely between her thighs. Each had two fingers buried in the other's ass, rapidly plunging in and out of the opening.
Raoul cracked a hard slap across Monica's bare bottom. His voice was commanding. "Play time is over. There's work to do." He pulled her off just as hard streams of hot cream spurt from Timmy's engorged tool.
Monica screamed through a veil of exquisite ecstasy. "Not yet, I've got to come just once more." Deprived of Timmy's mouth and so close to her own orgasm that she couldn't stop, she shoved her own fingers up her cunt and frantically rubbed her thumb against her throbbing clit.
Raoul ignored her as she writhed around on the bed in the final throes of wanton abandon. His voice was harsh as he addressed Timmy. "Anthony's going to nail your balls to the wall so that you won't be able to fuck for months if he arrives and finds this place in this condition. Now get busy-and start with the fun room. You've got two hours."
Monica collapsed in a quivering heap, her lungs sucking in air with each gasp. She had been fucking almost non-stop since the previous afternoon when Raoul left the yacht with Julie. The crew eventually took turns catching some sleep, but someone was always at her and she had relished every minute of it. She jumped as Raoul thrust his hand between her legs and grabbed her pussy fur.
"Get yourself together. We're leaving in two hours."
"Let me get some rest." Monica closed her eyes and collapsed back on the bed.
Her quiet reverie lasted only a second before she felt Raoul's hand across the side of her face. "You're going to have to learn some discipline. When Anthony says he wants your presence, whether for business or pleasure, he doesn't mean whenever it's convenient for you."
Monica looked at his angry face, a shudder of fear sweeping through her body-fear born of the excitement created by Anthony's absolute power. She immediately rose to her feet and composed herself. In the back of her mind was a fleeting thought about how Anthony might show his displeasure, what he would be compelled to do to her.
Anthony and Kareem engaged in polite conversation while eating lunch. Following lunch they discussed the business at hand.
"I think, Kareem, that you will find Julie to your liking. I personally guarantee that not only is her cunt virgin, but so is her ass. She is young and is as innocent in her thoughts as she is in her body."
"If this woman is half what you describe, then she will be worth the extravagant price you have quoted."
"If I am not being too personal, may I inquire as to your plans for her? Is she to be for your personal use?"
Kareem laughed. "Had anyone else asked such an impertinent question I would have their tongue cut out. But, for you my friend ... my intention is to make a birthday present of her for my oldest son. He will use her for one year and then, if she proves to be of superior capability, I will farm her out to select business associates. Now, you have kept me in suspense long enough. I wish to see her."
Anthony rose from his chair. "And so you shall." He escorted Kareem down the hall to the locked room.
Julie huddled in the corner, the cape wrapped around her body and the hood partially covering her face. At the sight of Anthony, accompanied by a hard-looking man in long flowing robe and turban, her heart pounded wildly and fear coursed through her body. She kept telling herself that it was all a bad dream, that she would wake up and be back in her own bed. That had not, however, been the reality. When Raoul took her off the yacht and brought her to the large house she knew that her worst fear was about to become her very real actuality.
"Stand up, Julie, and remove the cape," Anthony ordered. "Kareem is going to inspect you. He wants to see your tits and pussy." He waited a moment as she hesitated then he grabbed her arm and yanked her to her feet. "Remove the cape." He saw the fear in her eyes as her trembling fingers unfastened the cape and slipped it off her shoulders.
A little gasp of pleasure quickly escaped Kareem's throat as he saw the exquisite body standing naked before him. He slowly circled her two times before turning to Anthony. "She is a feast for the eyes." He held his hand out toward her, then turned again toward Anthony. "May I?"
"You have the right to a fair inspection." He stood back and watched as Kareem again slowly circled the very frightened young girl.
At no time did Kareem ever address any comments directly to Julie. It was obvious from the first moment that he regarded her to be totally subservient and inferior. He stroked both breasts and manipulated her nipples to taut peaks. He ran his fingers across the roundness of her perfect rear end.
"I would like for her to lie down and spread her legs for me. I wish to view her delicacies."
"You heard the man, Julie. Do as he says."
With her entire body trembling violently, she followed the instructions. She gasped and jumped slightly when Kareem put his fingers on her tender pussy lips and parted them. With one hand he held them open and inserted his finger into her opening as far as he could.
Kareem smiled. "Ah, yes. I feel the barrier of her virginity. What a delightfully tight little slit." He withdrew his finger and inserted it into her bottomhole. She jumped and gasped at the intrusion. He withdrew his finger. "I am satisfied."
The two men returned to the room where they had enjoyed lunch and completed the financial aspects of their business transaction. Kareem took Julie and departed the compound.
"Esteban--" Anthony extended his hand to the Spaniard-"I want to thank you for your hospitality. If there is a service that I may provide you, please let me know." Anthony took his leave, returning to the yacht.
As soon as he boarded, he issued orders to the captain. "Let's leave now. I have pressing business in San Diego that must be handled without further delay." He went directly to his own cabin, pausing long enough to have a quick conversation with Raoul. After receiving a report on the activities of those aboard, he directed Raoul to bring Monica and join him in his cabin.
Anthony closely studied Monica's face. Her eyes were red and had the start of dark circles under them from lack of sleep. She had showered, washed her hair and dressed in clean clothes, but her skin and general demeanor still showed the effects of the night of debauchery. He grasped her chin and slowly turned her face from side to side as he inspected her. "You must learn to pace yourself or you will soon be nothing but a burned out and used up shell and will be of no further use to me."
He opened a desk drawer and withdrew an envelope containing cash. He handed the envelope to Monica. "Here is your fee for Julie. You will be going ashore in San Diego. Take a plane back to Los Angeles. I will contact you in a couple of days. Now, get some sleep." With that, he dismissed her from his presence. A quick look toward Raoul indicated his desire to have Raoul make sure she went directly to her cabin.
Raoul immediately returned to Anthony. "She's all tucked in. I locked her door."
"Good. Now, this little discipline problem of hers ... is this something that will be easily overcome, or do you see it as an ongoing problem in our future working relationship?"
"It's hard to say. It's almost like she wants to see how far she can push it, to know for sure just what you'll do. That's one very odd and emotionally cold woman. Physically is another story, since once she gets her legs spread she's like a bitch in heat who can't get enough."
One thing Anthony appreciated about Raoul that no one else seemed to recognize was Raoul's ability to read the psychological makeup of people. Vanessa had always underestimated him, considered him to be nothing but Anthony's flunky and therefore of no real importance. She had been very wrong and had paid the ultimate price.
There had been times in the past when various people had tried to go through Raoul to buy Anthony's secrets and, on a couple of occasions, their own freedom. Any and all attempts to subvert Raoul's loyalty had failed, much to the ultimate discomfort of those involved. The bond between the two men was unbreakable for one very good reason, a reason they had never shared with anyone.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Now, Pussy-pet, do you intend to be a little more cooperative?" Anthony stood over the woman cowering in the corner, her bottom covered with ugly red welts. He maintained a tight grip on the handle of his favorite whip. "Or do I need to hang you by your ankles and teach you another lesson in how to show your appreciation for the comfortable living conditions I provide you. Well?" His chest heaved with excitement, his cock stood out hard and erect.
"Please, Anthony...." Her voice quavered with just the right amount of fear.
The leather thongs came down hard against her bare bottom, then Anthony grabbed her arm and yanked her to her feet. Without further hesitation, he pulled her across the room and fastened her ankles into leather cuffs. When they were secure, he pulled the rope and raised her body off the floor. He fastened the rope and watched as she squirmed and twisted in mid-air, hanging upside down so that her outstretched arms were just barely able to reach the floor. She could relieve the pressure on her ankles and legs by placing her weight on her hands.
Five more strokes swiftly cracked across her bottom, two of the blows biting into the dark crevice between her ass cheeks and one landing between her legs on her outer pussy lips. She cried out in pain, the pain of ecstasy.
Anthony stood in front of her, his body almost rubbing against hers as she swung from the bindings. Pussy-pet grabbed hold of his legs and pulled her upper body up between his thighs until she was able to rub her nose in the crevice of his ass as she licked teasingly at his tight balls. He dropped the whip on the floor and smiled as the texture of her wet tongue scraped and tickled against the sensitive skin. "Yes ... that's it," he murmured. He smiled appreciatively as she continued to lick his cock and balls, though her position prevented her from reaching him with ease.
She was in just about the right position, Anthony thought. He lowered her a bit until her pussy hovered tantalizingly in front of his bobbing cock. Then he stepped between her legs and, taking his cock in his hand, forced it downward until the tip rested against her slit. She was completely open to him. He squatted down and began to inch the purpling head of his ramrod into her pussy crevice. It slipped in without difficulty. Then he abruptly dropped his weight so that the entire shaft sank into her until his balls rested against her upright muff. He began to raise and lower himself, reveling in the exquisite sensation as his cock snaked down her drain and scraped every inch of her delectable plumbing.
It had been two weeks and Monica had not heard from Anthony. The activities on his yacht had been the most incredible sex she had ever experienced-and she wasn't thinking only of her overnight orgy with the crew. Anthony was unbelievable, as was Raoul. She had been on three or four auditions since then but had not gotten any acting jobs. The generous amount of money she had earned from Anthony had been a real help. She wanted more, much more.
Her phone rang. Anthony's smooth voice sent shivers up her spine. Her clit tingled and her juices started flowing. He wanted her to be at his yacht at midnight so she could give him a rundown of the girls she could bring to him. She was only too eager to comply with his orders.
Anthony replaced the receiver on the cradle and looked at Raoul, a slight frown wrinkling his brow. "I don't know. I'm still not sure she can be trusted. She's too aggressive and too hungry for both money and power." Raoul stood silently at Anthony's side waiting for instructions.
At precisely midnight Monica boarded the yacht. The crew, based out of Los Angeles, was not on duty. The men had gone to their respective homes or personal activities.
"Hello? Is anyone here?" she called out as she walked across the darkened deck.
She heard Anthony's voice answer from the main salon. She immediately hurried down the passageway. Her body tingled with excitement as she saw him sitting at the table sipping a glass of wine. He seemed to be alone. She looked around. "Where is everyone?"
"The crew's off for the night and Raoul had other business to attend to." He held up his glass toward her. "Do you want a drink?"
"Sure." She flashed him her sexiest smile and walked toward the couch as he went to the bar.
By the time Anthony turned back toward her she had removed her clothes and was reclining on the couch, her fingers working her nipples into long hard peaks. She seductively ran her tongue across her lower lip.
"Before you get too comfortable, Monica, we need to discuss business." He smiled pleasantly but his eyes narrowed as he seated himself at the table again.
She didn't catch the warning look in his eyes as she slid off the couch and made her way toward him. She cupped the underside of one breast and brushed her hard nipple back and forth across his nose, then put it to his lips. With her other hand she took hold of his wrist and placed his hand against her wet pussy.
"Business is always better discussed when everyone is thoroughly relaxed." She ran her tongue around his ear, then nibbled on his earlobe.
Anthony's voice was low and menacing as he jerked his hand away from her cunt and grabbed her breast. He squeezed and twisted, her ample flesh protruding from between his fingers. "I will decide when business is discussed and when it's time to relax. I once told you that my orders are to be obeyed without exception and without question. The next time you countermand my decisions you will suffer the consequences."
Monica struggled out of his iron grasp, or more likely he allowed her to wiggle free. She shuddered as the magnitude of his authority swept through her. The aura of his power was intoxicating and fascinating, a power to which she was drawn and by which she was being consumed. To have that type of power, to be able to command that type of total obedience, was something she wanted to experience. She wanted to share in the feelings it produced.
She rubbed at the sore flesh Anthony had gouged and twisted. She had been surprised by his reaction to her open offer of sex. She assumed he would want her ... everyone wanted to fuck her and she knew it. She had been told by almost every man she went to bed with that she was the best fuck they had ever had. She didn't quite understand Anthony's reaction to her. She knew he liked the way she fucked; he had certainly indulged himself in everything she had to offer and had come back for more.
What Monica really didn't understand was that she was trying to gain control of Anthony through his cock. The truth was that Anthony could never be controlled by her in any way. She mistook his sex drive for a weakness she thought she could exploit. She had always been able to control men through sex, to get what she wanted. It had not occurred to her that Anthony would be any different.
He had physically hurt her, caused her genuine pain. She didn't like that. She had assumed his original conversation with her concerning blind obedience was merely the standard "company procedures" speech and did not really apply to her. Unlike those other women who got off on being whipped, she was not into being dominated.
Anthony waited patiently, waiting to see what she would do. He saw the look in her eyes and knew exactly what was going through her head. He had seen it before. Unless she showed a remarkable turnaround, she had pretty much sealed her own fate. He would get as much information out of her as he could concerning prospective merchandise because this would probably be their last business meeting. She wasn't as smart as he had hoped she would be.
Monica acquiesced to his instructions even though she didn't put on her clothes. She assumed they would have fun and games after business. She told him about six young women who would be excellent candidates and four others who were possibles. She described their physical attributes and gave him as much information about their backgrounds as she had been able to gather discreetly.
When they concluded their business discussions Anthony rose from his chair and prepared to leave. Monica's surprise was obvious.
"Anthony, darling, now that we've finished our business, can't we take a little time for pleasure? It's been two weeks since I've seen you." She moved seductively against his body, rubbing her naked crotch against his thigh. "You're such an exciting man and you make me so very hot."
He looked at her as if she were no more important than the paint on the walls. "I have other business to take care of tonight. Perhaps some other time. Now, if you'll get dressed and leave I can be on my way."
"But, Anthony...." Surprise quickly covered her face. This was not at all what she expected.
"Now, Monica." His expression was hard and his voice had turned very cold.
Without further discussion Monica quickly dressed and left the yacht. Anthony made one phone call, then locked everything and departed.
As soon as Anthony returned home he immediately woke Pussy-pet by violently jerking her upright in bed, shoving her over onto her stomach, spreading her ass cheeks and ramming his stiff cock all the way into her bottomhole. She cried out at the suddenness and violence of the action. He didn't pause or hesitate. He continued to pound into her with hard, vicious strokes until he exploded into a shuddering orgasm. He remained on top of her, his prick still embedded in her ass, until he regained control of his erratic breathing.
Without a word he withdrew from her and left the room, his pent-up anger quelled for the moment. He went to his office and studied the information he had elicited from Monica. Four prospects caught his immediate attention.
As Monica entered her apartment the phone was ringing. She rushed to answer it, thinking that Anthony might have reconsidered her offer. She knew he wouldn't be able to resist her for long. She smiled as she became convinced that he had only been attempting to demonstrate his authority. "Hello?"
"You certainly keep late hours. This is the third time I've called you in the last two hours." Raoul's voice held just a hint of irritation.
"Raoul! This is a surprise. I just returned from a meeting with Anthony."
"Of course." There was a hint of disdain in his voice. "I suppose that means you're all fucked out for the night."
Monica sensed something in his voice, a bit of jealousy maybe. She immediately perked up. "Not at all." The words purred seductively from her throat. "Did you have anything special in mind?"
"Yeah. I want you to meet me at the house. That's where I am right now." His voice was impatient. "And hurry, it's already late."
Monica smiled as she replaced the receiver. Raoul-he probably knew Anthony's business inside out, knew all his international contacts. He had sounded a little irritated on the phone just then, like he was tired of always playing second fiddle to Anthony, having to stand by while Anthony gave the orders and got all the best pussy for himself. She quickly dressed and left her apartment, a plan being formulated in the back of her mind.
Monica drove through the gates of the isolated house and into the garage. She entered directly into the kitchen. Once inside the house she made her way to the room where she and Raoul had first indulged in their little games. She smiled lasciviously when she saw him stretched out on the bed, his clothes already discarded. She quickly undressed and joined him.
"I was glad to get your call." She purred seductively in his ear just as she had done to Anthony a couple of hours earlier, only this time her attentions were not rebuffed. "You're a very sexy man, Raoul. I find you very exciting." She immediately went to work on him, providing anything and everything she knew he liked.
He spread her legs and snuggled his face into her pussy fur. At the same time he reached his arms up to her shoulders to hold her down against the bed. He planned to tease her, make her beg and cry for more. She wasn't as sweet as Susie between her thighs, but she was a tasty treat all the same.
He licked her outer pussy lips then licked the inner ones, his tongue tempting and teasing as it flicked across the textured flesh. With just the tip of his tongue he traced around her pussy slit, pausing occasionally to dart into her tunnel and back out. He kept at it for what seemed to Monica like a very long time, without actually touching her throbbing clit. She moaned and whimpered as she tried to writhe about on the bed.
Her entire cunt was dripping wet, the mouth opening and closing of its own will. She wanted him to suck her clit, to send the delicious waves of orgasm through her body, but no matter how she tried to move he managed to do only what he wanted.
"Raoul, please...." Her words came out raggedly. "Don't tease me like this. Suck me ... fuck me ... do something."
"All in good time." His response was muffled, his words almost lost in the wet tangle of her pussy fur. He continued to lick the mouth of her sex with the flat of his tongue, then he nibbled at her pussy lips, tugging on the thin membrane with his teeth. He was thoroughly enjoying himself, half his pleasure coming from the knowledge that she was almost beside herself with the need for release.
It was half an hour before he finally wrapped his lips around her engorged clit and began to suck. It was only a moment later that she exploded in an intense orgasm. He kept at her, sucking voraciously on her clit until she was having almost non-stop orgasms. She screamed, she cried, she thrashed her hips against his mouth as wave after wave crashed through her-all the while Raoul's mouth continuing to propel her onward. His own cock throbbed and ached for release. He quickly twisted his body around on top of hers.
Without hesitation she wrapped her lips around the swollen head of his meat and began to suck his length into her mouth. She tongued the crown then his rigid shaft as more and more of him disappeared into her mouth. His balls tightened up as hard streams of his sperm suddenly shot into her throat. She continued to suck on his prick, restoring it to its rigid condition before it had gone completely soft.
Raoul was quickly slipping into a feeding frenzy, spending as much time biting as he was sucking on her pussy. His hips thrust vigorously against her face, driving his hard cock in and out of her mouth. Nothing mattered except satiating the primal urges that coursed through his body. He thrust two fingers into her asshole, drawing them in and out with the same cadence he used to push his cock in and out of her mouth.
Monica wasn't sure exactly what was happening. She knew Raoul's favorite activity was eating pussy, but this time he seemed to be almost attacking her with a vengeance of some sort. This was more than simply indulging in all the pleasures of the body. It was almost like he was using sex to work out his frustrations rather than for enjoyment. She again wondered if those frustrations were due to his growing impatience with his situation with Anthony.
Raoul finally lifted his face from Monica's swollen pussy. His face was slick and wet with a coating of her abundant pussy juices. He quickly reversed his position, then turned her over so that she was on her hands and knees. Then he mounted her doggie-style.
He was pleased with her subservient position. He rammed his stiff cock into her pussy opening and began long strokes. Each hard forward thrust buried his cock deep inside her, his balls slapping against her clit. He spread her cheeks and shoved two fingers into her bottomhole as he continued to ram his cock in and out of her wet pussy. His strokes were coming hard and very fast as he neared orgasm, then his hot cream emptied into her pussy cavity and he collapsed on top of her in an exhausted heap.
Monica remained still, the weight of his body pressing down on her. Her mind was racing furiously. Raoul had obviously satisfied his lust. He would now be manageable, more easily manipulated. She managed to roll him off her body so she could turn over.
"Raoul, darling, that was marvelous. You're such an incredible stud. No one sucks pussy as good as you do, and on top of that you've got the most marvelous cock and you know exactly what to do with it." She caressed his body, her fingertips gliding across his skin. She ran her fingers through his damp chest hair and tickled the wet pubic patch surrounding his spent tool.
"You just rest, Raoul darling, and I'll soothe away all your cares and problems." She bent down and probed his bottom with the tip of her tongue, then made a wet trail to his balls. She licked his balls before taking them into her mouth and holding them there, teasing them with her tongue. She heard his groans of pleasure and knew he was in her power.
She climbed on top of him and wrapped her arms around his hips; then she lowered her wet pussy to his eager mouth. She was sore from the voracious way he had devoured her tender flesh, but she knew what excited him and she wanted to make sure he had exactly what he wanted. She wiggled her hot cunt against his mouth as she cradled his balls in her hand.
"Do me again, darling. Suck on my clit until it explodes in your mouth. Drink me dry. Then I want you to fuck my ass."
It was well after dawn when Monica and Raoul fell into an exhausted sleep. She had satisfied his every whim and desire and in so doing had also satisfied her own. A few hours of sleep and she would put her plan into action.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Griegor laughed. Each time he rammed his cock into Vanessa her huge breasts would jiggle and bounce. "Make those big tits bounce, baby. I like watching them." He wrapped his hands around the ample flesh and shook her breasts, staring at her hardened nipples.
Vanessa closed her eyes, not wanting to see the lust stamped on his face as he thrust his rigid prick in and out of her. Still, the situation was better than it might have been. She knew Griegor had contacted Anthony about providing a woman to satisfy his work crew but had decided to keep her for himself.
When the project was completed he would probably have sold the woman to someone else, assuming she still had some value.
She made a practical assessment of her situation. Yes, things could be much worse for her. Griegor was not that bad. All things considered he had treated her with decency. He had spanked her once with a leather strap and it had only been hard enough to raise a few welts. Then he had fucked her so that she had forgotten the pain. It was certainly preferable to being the toy of twenty men in some godforsaken place for an entire year and then facing an unknown fate afterward.
Vanessa sighed and draped her arms over Griegor's shoulders. She made her mind a blank and moved her hips to meet each of his strokes, acceptance of her lot evident in the movement of her body.
Susie vigorously manipulated her own clit, her pussy juices freely flowing across her sticky fingers. Esteban's hard cock slipped smoothly in and out of her bottomhole as she wiggled her ass back against each of his thrusts. She was in a perpetual state of heat; her pussy was always wet and her nipple buds were always hard. All she wanted to do was fuck and be fucked, anywhere and everywhere.
She craved the sensations-the feel of a hard cock sliding in and out of her ass or filling her hot pussy, the texture of a rough tongue licking her clit, teeth nibbling on her pussy lips, a throbbing little clit tucked securely between her own lips, her tongue tickling wet pussy walls, the taste of hot sperm as it geysered into her mouth and throat, the scent and taste of someone else's pussy, the exquisite excitement caused by two clits rubbing together in a delightful girl fuck, and even the taste of her own pussy juices.
She withdrew her fingers from her dripping font and stuck them in her mouth, sucking her taste from each finger. She quickly filled the vacancy between her legs with her other hand, continuing the ongoing stimulation of her cunt. She heard Esteban grunt with each forward stroke and knew he was about to come. She felt the spasms of his cock as he shot his cream into her bottom.
As soon as he withdrew from her ass she immediately turned around and began licking his cock. When she had it licked clean she took it into her mouth and began to suck while fondling his balls. She loved the feel of his balls, hard round spheres encased in the sac of loose skin. The crinkly texture of the skin excited her tongue. She lowered her wet pussy to his mouth and sighed contentedly when she felt his rough tongue scrape against her pussy lips. More ... she wanted more.
Kareem looked at his son and then at a very frightened Julie. Her hair was in disarray and her eyes were wide. She tried to hide her nakedness with her hands. Her back and bottom were covered with the red welts of her most recent strapping.
"What seems to be the problem, my son?"
"It is this one," the young man indicated Julie. "She has no fire, she just lies there like a cold lump of clay. She no longer screams out. Now she just sobs and keeps her eyes squeezed shut. She is truly beautiful to look at, but she is too cold to bring me any pleasure. Even the daily strapping does nothing to change her demeanor."
"Ah, yes. It is a problem that sometimes exists with virgins. To have her be your sole property, untouched and pure, you run the risk of having one who is difficult to train. She must have her sex awakened before she can truly bring you pleasure." Kareem circled Julie, touching her lightly, cupping her full breasts and her rounded bottom, running his fingertips along her dark crevice, scratching his fingers through her pussy fur and lightly pinching her clit.
"I'll take her with me. In the meantime, you may choose any one of the women from among my possessions to provide you with whatever pleasures you desire until I return this one to you."
Kareem led Julie away, the frightened girl almost running to keep up with his fast pace. He took her to a small room, the floor covered with sumptuous pillows and the walls hung with gauzy veils. Subdued lighting flickered across the room creating hushed shadows on the walls. Burning incense permeated the air. The sensual feel of the room made her shiver; little tremors darted through her body and she didn't understand why.
Kareem did not want to dismiss this beautiful creature so readily without trying, himself, to reach her potential to give pleasure. He knew that his son, still relatively inexperienced, did not yet know how to draw forth from a woman the core of her existence.
He didn't speak to her but indicated that she should recline on the pillows. Julie complied with his silent instructions, afraid not to. She didn't know what to expect other than that he would be pushing his male organ into her body in any one of three possible orifices.
His son had savagely raped her over and over again in ways she had never heard of before. She had never in her life experienced the type of pain she felt the first time the boy had inserted his prick into her anus. She couldn't believe that people actually participated-willingly participated-in such vile, degrading acts. She shuddered as she waited for what would happen next.
Kareem removed his robe, his taut naked body looming over her as she looked up at him with fearful eyes. His cock was flaccid and hung between his muscular thighs, its base emerging from a profusion of wiry hair. He allowed his gaze to slowly roam over her body, enjoying the curve of her full breasts capped by dusky pink nipples, her slim waist and hips, her shapely legs, her charmingly rounded bottom and the soft feathery curls of dark hair covering her mound.
He bent down next to her, parted her legs with his hands, then situated his body between them. He noted the way she snapped her eyelids shut and clenched her fists at her side. He allowed a slight smile to curl the corners of his mouth as he thought to himself that he would soon change her reaction. Rather than shut him out, she would welcome him with open arms.
He gently licked her breasts, then blew his warm breath across the wet skin. Her nipples immediately puckered into taut peaks. He tongued the pebbled flesh, then took each hardened nipple into his mouth and sensually sucked while kneading the firm mound of the other breast. He continued to watch her face, noting that her eyes were still tightly closed but that the furrowed brow had softened and her jaw was not set in quite as hard a line.
It was not what she expected. He did not hit her or painfully bite at her breasts or plow his horrible pole into her body. Little quivers, strange tinglings, darted through her as she experienced a heightened awareness of his actions. He released her taut nipple and took up the other one in the wet hollow of his mouth.
He flexed his body almost imperceptibly in rhythmic unison with his sucking-his hard, flat belly rubbing against her furry mound. He was pleased to feel some of the tension in her body lessen. She unclenched her fists. With his free hand he stroked the silky smoothness of her skin, his fingers trailing down her rib cage, along the edge of her hip and down her thigh. He felt her body tremble.
Kareem repositioned himself so that his legs straddled her thigh, leaving her cunt exposed and available. He continued to suck her hard nipples, first one then the other. He felt the familiar stirring in his groin as his cock began to stiffen and grow. He ran his fingertips through her pussy fur, a slight frown wrinkling his brow as he felt absolutely no wetness at all.
He trailed a finger along the length of her pussy mouth then slowly inserted it between the delicate lips. She was dry; clearly she felt absolutely no excitement or arousal. He drew his finger in and out of her slit several times, then he began to manipulate her clit with his thumb. His mouth continued its sensual ravishment of her perfect breasts, sucking and tonguing her hard nipples. His own breathing had quickened as his arousal became complete.
Julie was very confused. As much as she wanted it to be so, she didn't feel the same repugnance at what he was doing to her as she had with his son. An odd, tingling sensation fluttered between her legs. She became aware of her breathing and a new kind of tension building in her body.
She was feeling something, there was no doubt of that in Kareem's mind. Now was the time to expand his ministrations. He applied more pressure to her clit and added a second finger inside her pussy tunnel. Now he could move them more smoothly as she began to moisten.
Kareem snuggled his face between her thighs, his tongue darting and teasing her pussy folds before squirming into her pussy. He inhaled deeply, taking in the fragrance of her sex, while poking his tongue in and out between her pussy lips. His mouth closed around her clit and he began to suck.
She definitely felt something now, a very new and different something. Her thighs tingled, butterflies flitted about inside her stomach, she felt the dampness spread-a dampness from within her own body that seemed to be a result of what he was forcing her to feel. Her breathing quickened and she found herself involuntarily arching her hips upward toward him, pushing her slit against his mouth. She heard the sounds he was making, the sounds of her flowing juices being sucked from her body-the sounds of his excitement.
She was wet, Kareem reflected with satisfaction, her pussy juice soaking the feathery curls that nestled between her open thighs. Her newly acquired ability to show some response to being sexually stimulated aroused his senses to new heights. His mouth became more aggressive as he sucked her clit with a new enthusiasm. He heard her gasp and moan softly as his finger slipped between her wet pussy lips.
Kareem's conquest of Julie's frigidity moved rapidly after the initial breakthrough. It wasn't long before she was writhing beneath his ministrations, her moans of excitement growing louder and louder. He pulled his face away from her love nest and licked her taste from his lips. He quickly moved up between her legs until the head of his hard cock probed at her wet opening. Without hesitation he entered her, thrusting his complete length into her tunnel.
Julie instinctively moved with him as he began to pump in and out of her tight pussy opening. He set a slow rhythm, his long strokes almost completely withdrawing his organ before he shoved into her again. He could feel her heat, feel her pussy muscles squeezing around his cock. His own need propelled him into harder and faster strokes. The sperm was already bubbling in his balls; he knew he could hold out only a little while longer. This one's cunt was so deliciously tight, exerted such irresistible pressure, that no man could long prevent the spilling of his seed. And why resist? he reflected. She had showed him what he wished to know-that she was an able and willing student. She was certainly a wonderful fuck. Under his tutelage, she could realize her true potential. He would not tell her just yet, but he would not return her to his son for further abuse. The boy was too rough and inexperienced to appreciate such a jewel. Let him vent his desires on the common women.
Julie didn't understand what she was feeling or why. All she knew was that from the moment his mouth closed around her little nubbin, wild and crazy sensations started coursing through her body. It was like a hot itch that cried out to be soothed. The harder he pumped in and out of her, the more her body demanded until she suddenly experienced the most incredible euphoria. She felt her release flood over him, mingling with the eruption of his own passion.
She gasped for air, her entire body tingling-for the first time in her life she felt truly alive. So this was what it was all about; this is what she had been missing. If she had known, had even the slightest clue, she never would have waited. Then a troubling thought entered her mind. What would happen to her now? Would Kareem coldly return her to his son? She knew the boy would never be able to excite her the way Kareem just had.
It was almost noon when Monica woke up. Raoul had been awake for about fifteen minutes. He had fixed himself some coffee, and he sat on the edge of the bed drinking it as he contemplated her naked body stretched out in front of him. She turned over, rested her hand against his upper thigh, then slowly wound her fingers around the shaft of his rapidly hardening cock.
"My, my, sweetie. It would seem that you're ready for some more action." She placed a kiss on the tip of his cock, then seductively ran her tongue along the underside of the rigid shaft. "Ooh, Raoul darling, I could fuck you all day and all night-just the two of us. We don't really need Anthony. You fuck so much better than he does, I just can't get enough of you."
She gently rolled him over onto his back and straddled his torso, snuggling her pussy against his chest and leaning forward until her breasts swayed in front of his mouth with her hardened nipples brushing his lips. His tongue touched the hardened peaks, then drew one into his mouth.
Happy purring noises emanated from her throat as she closed her eyes, leaned forward and rubbed her tingling clit against his muscular chest, her pussy juices dampening his chest hair. The purrs changed to moans of pleasure when he inserted two fingers into her bottomhole.
She was very pleased with his lack of reaction to her comment about not needing Anthony. He had not become defensive or angry, nor had he denied her statement. This was going to be easier than she thought. She had been right in her assessment-Raoul thought with his cock and not his brain. As long as she fed him all the sex he wanted she would be able to easily control him.
She was sure he knew most of Anthony's secrets, or at least enough of them to usurp the bulk of his business. After all, she was the key. Without her, Anthony would have trouble procuring the girls. With Raoul taking care of delivery and her taking care of Raoul ... she saw a very rosy future for herself. She returned her attention to the matter at hand; her pussy was throbbing and Raoul was no longer content with sucking her tit.
For three hours she catered to everything he wanted, not neglecting any of her own needs in the process. After their lusts had been satisfied, they lay quietly in bed together; he contentedly lapped at her pussy lips while she tugged and pulled at her own long nipples.
"Raoul, darling ... how much do you really know about Anthony's business?"
He answered absently, as if her question had no real meaning to him. "About everything, I guess."
"I thought so. You know-you shouldn't allow Anthony to treat you the way he does. He wouldn't be able to conduct his business without you, yet he treats you like you're some sort of menial servant."
"Mmm...." Raoul had more interesting things to do than discuss business. He wiggled his tongue in her slit.
"Raoul, honey ... ooh, you do that so well. I don't think we should let Anthony get away with ... oh, fuck, that's good...." Her hips thrust wildly, forcing her dripping cunt hard against his hungry mouth as she was overcome by her orgasm.
It was another hour before Monica could get back on track with her conversation.
"Raoul, darling ... we do have to talk about business."
"Okay-what about it?"
Again, he showed no particular interest in what she was trying to get across to him. She wasn't sure whether he didn't care or simply didn't understand what she was saying.
"Are you content with the lowly way Anthony treats you? I know it really upsets me when I see how he behaves toward you. He doesn't appreciate your talents. Why...." She paused a moment, making sure she had her words properly sorted out. " ... I'll bet you could run the business a lot more efficiently than he does. And I know our working relationship-yours and mine-would work much smoother than yours does with Anthony."
He actually studied her for the first time. "What are you getting at?"
"Us, darling. I think we should put Anthony out to pasture and take care of things ourselves."
"Put Anthony out to pasture? Do you think he'd go just because we asked him to go?"
"Of course not, darling. We'll have to ... uh ... give him a little shove in the right direction." She cupped his balls in the warmth of her hand. "Do you think you could do that, sweetie?"
He eyed her carefully. "Exactly what is it you want me to do?"
"I want you to get rid of Anthony, darling. That way it would be just you and me." She flicked the tip of her tongue across the textured skin surrounding his tight balls. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Monica outlined her plan, telling Raoul exactly what she had carefully worked out. There was only one detail she wasn't sure about-she needed to ascertain whether or not Raoul had ever taken Anthony's yacht out, given orders to the crew, without Anthony's presence validating things.
"That's all you're worried about? Sure, I've taken the yacht out lots of times without Anthony being there. There wouldn't be any reason for Stewart to be suspicious." He chuckled as if the thought of her being concerned about such a silly little thing amused him.
"Then that's it, we dump him at sea." She wrapped her arms around his neck and ran her fingers through his thick curly hair. Her words were a whisper as she breathed them into his ear, her heart pounding wildly with the excitement of what they were about to do. "When?"
"How about tonight?"
Raoul had a business meeting with Anthony that evening. The meeting was to take place on the yacht and Anthony always dismissed the crew when he was conducting private business. Monica recalled that her last meeting with Anthony on the yacht had been that way, only the two of them. She was to meet Raoul there at midnight and the crew would be returning at six o'clock the following morning.
"That would give us six hours to kill, so to speak, before we put out to sea." She laughed wickedly at her play on words.
It was midnight and the only light coming from within the yacht was emanating from the main salon. Monica made her way down the darkened passageway until she located Raoul at the bar, fixing himself a drink.
She rushed to him, excitement radiating from her face. "Well?"
"Everything's set. The crew is due back on duty at six and they know we'll get underway immediately."
"And Anthony ... did he give you any trouble?"
Raoul, for the first time since she had come aboard, smiled at her. "There wasn't any trouble at all."
"Where is he?" She looked anxiously around the salon.
"Don't worry, he's not going anywhere."
"This is so exciting, darling. It'll be just you and me. In fact, why don't we celebrate...." She slipped her hand inside his jeans.
The yacht had cleared the main channel and was heading out toward the open sea when Monica woke with a start. Why hadn't Raoul come for her when the crew came aboard? Then she allowed a smile to turn the corners of her mouth. He was letting her sleep. How sweet-simple, but sweet. This was going to work out perfectly. Raoul would be so easy to control. She got up, showered, washed her hair and finally made an appearance in the main salon-expecting to find breakfast.
She stopped dead in her tracks when she sauntered into the cabin. Breakfast was, indeed, ready, but it was Raoul and Anthony who were eating it.
"Monica, come join us-have something to eat. You must be hungry after that all-night fuck." Anthony momentarily turned his attention to Raoul, who was finishing the last of his breakfast. "I know it always gives Raoul quite an appetite."
Raoul looked at her. "What's the matter, Monica, dear? You look white as a sheet. Is something wrong?"
Monica's throat tightened and her mouth went dry. Her stomach churned; she felt physically sick. She had to sit down before her legs gave way. What had happened? What had gone wrong? She had been so sure about her control over Raoul.
Anthony read it in her frightened eyes, saw what she was thinking. His voice held no hint of anger or retribution as he spoke.
"It's very simple. You failed to do your homework. Had you bothered to thoroughly check out what was what and who was who, you would have found out something very interesting."
He paused to finish his cup of coffee, letting her speculate about what he was going to say.
"You've heard that old saying, haven't you? You know the one, 'Blood is thicker than water.' You've surely heard that before, haven't you?"
Almost quicker than the mind could follow, Anthony's solicitous attitude and charming manner disappeared. He was on his feet in an instant. He wrapped his fingers in her hair and yanked her head toward his. His voice was low, menacing and very dangerous. "I asked you a question, I expect an answer."
Tears brimmed in her eyes, partly from the sting of his hold, but mostly from the awful fear surging inside her. "I ... yes, I've heard it before." Her voice trembled.
"Good." He released her hair. He slowly circled her chair studying her. "What do you think I should do about this, Monica? How would you handle it if you were me?" He continued to stare at her.
"Anthony ... please...." Her voice trailed off as the tears slid down her cheeks.
"Please? Please what? Do you actually expect forgiveness, another chance? I told you when you started that there would be no second chances. The only question here is what I should do with you."
Raoul interjected a thought. "Griegor is still looking for someone to fuck his crew. What about that?"
Anthony chuckled as he looked from Raoul to Monica. "Well, my dear. I'm sure you'll be pleased to know that all your maneuvering did indeed get Raoul's attention. He just suggested that we provide you to a client who is looking for someone to be the sole means of entertainment for twenty men who will be working at an isolated location for one year. Unfortunately that won't do at all. I'm afraid you'd enjoy it too much."
Raoul laughed. "That's for sure. She never has enough. She has the hungriest cunt I've ever seen."
"The immediate problem is what to do with you." Anthony's eyes turned cold, his expression very hard. "All my instincts tell me to dump you overboard. That was the fate you had intended for me, wasn't it? But then I decided against it." He saw a look of relief come into her eyes. "That would be too quick; in only a few minutes it would be over. You wouldn't have suffered and I wouldn't have gained anything other than knowing that you were permanently out of my way."
Her heart pounded so hard she thought it would burst through her chest. What could he have in mind if killing her was not punishment enough and sending her to some camp for a year with twenty lonely men was being too kind? What kind of horrible torture could he have in mind?
Anthony and Raoul watched as the private jet took off from the isolated runway. Once the jet had disappeared into the clouds they turned and headed back toward the jeep. It was Anthony who spoke first.
"This works out perfectly. I've owed Wong Li a favor for the past year. He was most pleased to cancel the debt in exchange for Monica. A blue-eyed blonde will be quite a tasty treat among his select and exclusive clientele."
"How long do you think she'll last? Maybe a year?"
"You never know, some of Wong's ladies have been known to really blossom in his care. Remember Susan?"
"Of course. Now she's a legend in her own right."
The two men walked along in silence for a while longer. Raoul seemed deep in thought. When they reached the jeep he spoke, his manner thoughtful.
"Do you think she ever suspected ... about our, you know, understanding?"
Anthony laughed. "Not a chance. After all, it would take a lot more imagination than she had to figure out the connection between us. Besides, we had her head so screwed up she couldn't tell what was real anymore."
"Perhaps you're right, but all the same, next time we must be more careful.." Raoul looked off into the distance. "It could be very unpleasant for us if Monica uncovered certain facts."
Anthony snorted. "Not a chance, not that bitch. Our secret is safe."
Raoul turned toward the other man with a hard, searching look. "For the moment, Anthony, only for the moment...."