She moved her belly back and forth, faster and faster against his churning finger. He quickly inserted his middle finger as well, screwing it in as deeply as possible.
"Oh, Daddy," she breathed into his ear as she ground against his inquisitive fingers, "do it faster, deeper ... give me the real thing!"
Pushing her back on the satin sheets, he spread her tender young thighs and took aim. Her eyes glazed over with pleasure as he drove the long, rigid length of himself into her bucking body.
CHAPTER ONE
The big blonde came walking out of the bathroom wearing a pair of sheer, black bikini panties and a black lace bra that barely contained or concealed her large, melon like tits. Her long blonde hair swayed back and forth as she moved cat-like towards the motel bed where Tony, an acquaintance of three hours, was laying in his shorts, smoking a cigarette.
He turned as her shadow fell across the bed and smiled at her. She was in her early twenties, and her body was all curves, without a trace of fat anywhere on her.
"Hey, sexy, you took long enough in the bathroom," he said, swinging his muscular legs over the side of the bed.
Her voice was low and full of promise as she smiled and said, "Some things are worth waiting for, Tony."
He stubbed out his cigarette and nodded. "You smell nice, baby. Did you put that perfume all over?"
She nodded and moved between his legs, letting her skin brush against the inside of his thighs. "I put it everywhere"
Tony's hand moved between her knees and he began sliding his fingers up her legs feeling her satin skin.
"Like where?" he asked.
She put her hands down on his shoulders and said, "Oh, under my arms, back of my ears, my legs-"
"How about your cunt and tits?" he asked, pressing his fingers against the soft flesh of her thighs as he moved up, towards her pantie-covered pussy.
She trembled and parted her legs slightly so he could keep moving his fingers up.
"You're getting me all hot, Tony. Just hearing you talk like that and feeling your fingers on my legs. I'm getting real hot," she said, squeezing the flesh of his shoulders.
"That's because you know you're going to get fucked, Lisa. You know I got what you want between my legs, don't you?" he asked, running his fingers up against her panties.
He looked up at her and she wet her big, red lips before she said, "I felt it when you were dancing with me, Tony. I felt it getting hard and pressing against my leg and belly."
"I knew you could feel it, baby. I wanted to whip it out right there on the dance floor and sock it to you. I took one look at you and knew that that mouth of yours would feel good wrapped around my cock!" he said, pressing his finger against her panties and into her cunt.
Her body stiffened and she said, "My mouth on your ... your cock? Why I never did anything like--"
Tony smiled. "There's always a first time. Judging from your dull husband, I'm not surprised that you've never sucked a stiff dick. You are married to what's-his-name, aren't you?"
She felt his fingers moving back and forth against her panties, pushing the material against her cunt.
"Ralphie. Yeah, we're married," she said, spreading her legs a little more.
"Baby, what ever made you marry him? We dance a few dances and he walks out and leaves you flat," Tony said, moving his fingers away from her cunt.
"We had a fight. He said I was dancing to close to you and making a spectacle of myself. It's not the first time we've had a fight," she said, as she felt his hands moving over her hips and his fingers digging into the cheeks of her ass.
Tony laughed and said, "I still don't understand how a nothing like that got a hot piece of ass like you.
"Okay, I'll give you the story of my life, Tony. I was born and raised on a farm. The nearest town was a small place and it seemed like everyone was over fifty. Along came Ralphie in an army uniform and I figured marrying him would be as good a way as any to get away from my old man, who was meaner than hell and wanted to get me into bed."
Tony smiled. "You poor kid."
He took his fingers off her ass and moved them back to her cunt. He felt the fabric of her panties. "Hey, you're soaking wet, honey. You get wet like that when Ralphie puts his hands on you?"
"Do we have to talk about him?" she asked, feeling his fingers pulling her panties to one side so that he could touch her naked cunt lips.
"It makes me hot, baby. Makes my cock real hard. Tell me about fucking with Ralphie. Does he have a big prick?" He ran his fingernail gently down the wet center of her pussy lips.
She shivered. "You're driving me crazy, Tony. Nobody ever played with my pussy like that before."
"That's only a small sample, baby. I'm going to do things to you that you never dreamed of. Now what was screwing with Ralphie like?" he asked, pushing his thumb into her cunt.
Lisa swallowed and felt her cunt getting wetter. "It was lousy, Tony. It's over before I even get warmed up."
"How often does he give it to you?" Tony asked, pulling his thumb back and pushing it in again, slowly.
"About once every two weeks. Sometimes he just comes all over my leg and it's lousy!" she said, beginning to breathe hard.
"So you play with yourself, don't you?" Tony asked, moving his thumb a little faster and pressing it up against her clit.
"Yes."
"Every day, baby?"
Lisa began moving back and forth against his thumb. "Sometimes twice a day. I just lay in the bed after he leaves in the morning, and use my fingers on myself."
"You like what I'm doing to you, Lisa? Do you like the way my fingers are rubbing against your asshole?"
"God, I love it!" she said, pressing herself back against his stroking fingers and then forward against his thumb.
"Your cunt is sopping wet, baby. Your juice is all over my thumb and running down into the palm of my hand. It's making a beautiful squishing noise too!" he said, pressing harder against her clit and moving his thumb still faster.
"Oh, Tony, don't stop! I'm going to come if you keep doing that!"
"I'll make you come, baby!" he said, digging one of his fingers into her tight asshole and moving his thumb as fast as he could.
"Your finger! It's up my ass! Oh, sweet Jesus, I'm coming!"
His thumb kept moving; his finger was thrust up her asshole to his knuckle as her body shook with the force of her orgasm. Then he stopped moving his thumb as she relaxed.
"Oh, baby, Tony, God, I never came like that! I thought my ass and cunt were going to explode; it felt so good!"
He pulled his thumb out of her, took his finger from her asshole and stood up. "Turn around, Lisa."
She turned her back to him and he quickly unsnapped her bra. He reached up and pushed the straps off her shoulders. Then he reached down and took hold of her panties as she pulled the bra off her arms.
He jerked her panties down over her hips and smiled as the white, taut cheeks of her ass came into view. "You have a lovely ass!" he said, yanking them down her thighs to her legs.
"Thank you, darling!" she smiled, as he let go of her panties and they floated to her ankles. She stepped out of her panties, as she felt his fingers pulling the cheeks of her ass apart.
"A nice, tight asshole! All it needs is a dick in it!"
She shivered again. Everything he said made her tremble.
"Turn around, Lisa!" he ordered, letting go of her buttocks.
She turned and stood before him with her hands at her sides. He looked at her tits. She had firm, young tits without a trace of a sag. His eyes moved down across her flat belly to her cunt hair that glistened with the juice from her pussy.
"Lovely!" he moaned, pulling down his shorts. When he let them go they dropped to the floor and he kicked them away from him. He sat down again. He had a hardon and his cock was sticking straight up in the air. He wrapped his hand around the base of his eight inch prick and looked up at her.
"You see how hard my cock is, Lisa?" he asked, stroking his prick proudly. "Just thinking about what you're going to do to it has made it like stone!"
She looked down at the cock in his hand. "It's so big! I never saw a cock that big! Not even my father's!"
He held his cock and said, "Kneel down on the floor, Lisa ... between my legs."
She slowly let herself down and knelt with her legs under her. She looked down at the red head of his hard, throbbing prick and then up into his eyes.
"Put your hand around it, Lisa. I want you to feel how hard it is!" Tony said, smiling at her.
Lisa's hand moved around his cock and she held it tight, wrapping her fingers around its thick base as he took his hand away.
"It feels so smooth!" she said, squeezing it in her hand. "Smooth like silk."
"Kiss it, Lisa! Bend your head down and press your big, red lips against the head of it, right here!" he said, pointing.
She hesitated and Tony reached out and took the back of her neck in his hand. Gently, but firmly, he pushed her head towards his prick. She closed her eyes as her lips touched his cockhead and she gave his cock a quick kiss.
He kept his hand on her neck and said, "Do it again, baby, but this time I want you to run your tongue across the head and lick it like an ice cream cone!"
She looked up into Tony's grey eyes. "I don't know if I can do that, Tony. I..
His hand moved from the back of her neck and took hold of her hair. "Lick it!"
Her eyes closed again as he forced her head down. She stuck out her tongue and began licking at his cock as if it might bite her tongue.
"Open your damned eyes and do it right! I want you to wash my whole cock with your tongue!" he commanded twisting her hair on his hand.
Lisa tightened her hold on his cock, opened her eyes, and began licking at his prick with wet swipes of her pink tongue. He told her to lick up and down the sides of it and she did just as he told her.
"Good, isn't it?" he asked, watching her tongue sliding up and down over his erect flesh.
"Yeah, it's nice and smooth," she said, pulling her tongue away from his cock.
"Now form your mouth into a tight O and press it against the head of my dick. Then you take it into your mouth and suck it like a baby sucks a tit, sweetheart!" Tony said, pushing her head down.
He smiled with pleasure as the tight ring of her lips pressed against the head of his throbbing prick. He pushed her head forward, and at the same time gave a thrust with his cock, pushing a third of it into her mouth.
"That's my girl! Suck it, you hot bitch! Down and up, down and up, like that, and use your tongue while you're doing it!" Tony said, moving her head back and forth till she picked up the rhythm herself.
He felt his prick getting harder in her mouth and he said, "Not bad, Lisa! With a little training you could get to be a good cock-sucker."
She pulled her mouth off his cock. "Is that enough?"
Tony laughed like hell and ran his fingers through her hair. "Is that enough? No, sweetheart, that isn't enough. I made you come and I want you to make me come! I want to shoot my hot goo right down your throat!"
"You ... you mean I have to swallow your come?" she asked, holding tight to his cock.
The smile faded from Tony's face and he said, "No, doll, you don't have to do anything! I thought you were a woman that was looking for sex but it looks like you're just a hick kid. Why don't you put your fucking clothes on and go home to Ralphie?"
She shook her head. "No, please don't get mad at me, Tony. I'll do what you said and make you happy. Just don't get mad."
Tony smiled again and said, "Okay, baby, but don't ask me any more of those dumb questions, huh? Just suck my cock!"
Her mouth went down on his prick again and she began moving her head up and down. He told her to pump his prick with her hand as she sucked and licked; she did it perfectly and obediently.
His balls tightened and he knew that he would go off in her mouth very soon. He reached out and held her head in place, while he drove almost all of his prick into her throat.
Then he let go of her head and cried: "Pump it and suck it, fast!"
Her hand flew up and down his prick and she sucked his cock as fast as she could. He gave a final thrust, caught hold of her head, and felt his cream jetting up the length of his big, hard cock.
She tried to pull her head away as the sperm flooded her mouth but he held her fast and cried, "Swallow it, damn you! Swallow every fucking drop of it!"
Lisa gulped and felt the come against her tongue. It slid down her throat and she swallowed. After the initial shock of having his cock go off in her mouth she decided that his come didn't taste bad at all. In fact it was kind of good and definitely sexy.
He held her head in place until he was sure that she had swallowed most of his load. Then he let go of her and smiled down at her as she licked the head of his cock to get the last drops of his cream.
"That's my baby!" he said, watching her lick at his cockhead as if she were a cat washing him. "You really ate it up, didn't you?"
Lisa cleared her throat and licked her lips. "It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be."
Tony stood up and reached down to pull her to her feet. His hands cupped her tits and he kneaded them in his fingers.
"Big tits, baby! Like soft balloons. Your nipples are getting nice and hard. How would you like me to suck your nipples?" he asked, mashing them down with his thumbs.
Her body trembled, and she whispered, "Yesss!" His mouth went down on her right tit and his lips covered her erect nipple, while he held her tit in his hand. His other hand moved to her crotch and he hooked his finger into her wet pussy, bringing a groan from Lisa.
He sucked at both of her tits as his finger stroked in and out of her cunt, heating her body up to an almost unbearable degree.
"Fuck me, Tony! My pussy is aching for your cock!" she moaned as his tongue washed across her boobs.
He pulled his finger out of her, raised his head, and said, "Lay down on the bed, Lisa. Lay down and spread your legs wide!"
She got on the bed and parted her long legs to receive him. She put her arm over her eyes to shade them from the strong light in the ceiling.
"Tony, that light is awfully bright. Would you mind having it off?" she asked.
He moved to the foot of the bed and smiled as his eyes surveyed her body. She had a thick growth of pussy hair between her legs but the way she had her legs spread revealed her inner cunt lips.
"I like the light, doll. I want to see every inch of you and watch your face when I fuck you!" he said, getting on the bed.
Her hands moved across her belly. "I never did it with the fights on, Tony. Hurry and put it in me!"
He moved on the bed until his mouth was right above her belly. "I'm going to put it in you, Lisa, but first...."
She let out a gasp as his tongue pressed against her belly and licked down from her navel to the beginning of her golden cunt hair. His hands slid under her ass and he lifted her buttocks as his tongue moved slowly and wetly through the forest of silky hair above her wide open slit.
"Baby, what are you doing? Trying to drive me crazy?" she gasped, reaching down to rest her hands against his head.
Tony didn't answer her. He was engrossed in his performance. He was a frustrated actor and felt that the only thing that stood between him and a glorious career in Hollywood was the right breaks and knowing the right people.
Being the star of some of the sexiest stag reels that had ever been shown wasn't exactly Tony's idea of an outstanding career as an actor but, along with his other activities, the films allowed him to five it up in high style.
As he ran his tongue to the very beginning of Lisa's pussy, he turned his head slightly to the side and wiggled his eyebrows at the camera that was recording every bit of action in the room from behind the two way mirror over the dresser.
In a small room on the other side of the mirror, the two men who were operating the camera and sound equipment looked at each other.
"Fucking ham!" Bernie said. "Thinks he's so damned hot."
Al smiled. "Don't be jealous, Bernie. The boy's got a lot of talent."
Bernie gave Al a disgusted look. "You call that talent? You just let me out there with that blonde and let me get my mouth on that fur piece of hers and you'd see some tonguing!"
Al laughed. "You couldn't get near her with a ten-inch tongue, Bernie. Not with that belly of yours!"
"Aw, fuck you!" Bernie said, reaching down to feel his prick through the hole he had cut in his trouser pocket.
Lisa was moaning and rolling from side to side, her hands clutching Tony's curly, black hair, while his tongue fluttered against the lips of her cunt like a humming bird's wings.
"Jesus, Tony! Oh, baby, that's so good! My cunt is vibrating from what you're doing to it!" Lisa sobbed, spreading her legs even more for him.
Tony formed his tongue into a hard shaft, and drove it as deep as he could into Lisa's sopping pussy. He pulled back and drove it in again and again, tongue fucking her snatch as fast as he could, while his fingers kneaded the cheeks of her rolling ass.
Then Tony drew his hands out from under her ass, put them on the backs of Lisa's thighs, and pushed her legs back so that her asshole came rolling into view.
"Hold your legs back like this!" he said.
Her hands replaced his, and he lowered his mouth over the top of her slit, sucking the folds of her cunt into his mouth and tonguing them. Then he let her skin go and moved his tongue all the way down the length of her slit, and across her puckered asshole in one, long, wet sweep.
She clutched her legs tight against herself and held her breath as his tongue reversed itself and came racing up the crease between her buttocks, across her asshole, up between her cunt lips, spreading them apart, and sucking up Lisa's sex juice.
His tongue slurped back down her cunt lips and stopped when it landed on her anus. He pressed his tongue against her asshole and thrust it into her while his fingers pulled her buttocks apart.
Lisa let out a cry of delight. "My asshole! You're tongue is in my asshole!"
Tony pushed his tongue deep into her and then pulled it out. Then his tongue began moving in and out of her asshole, over and over again, tongue-fucking Lisa's asshole, while she moaned out her pleasure.
His tongue finally left her asshole and went sliding up her cunt Ups again. He paused at the top of her pussy and his tongue found her clit. He wrapped his lips around her love bud, holding it tight, and his tongue began moving back and forth against it, hard and fast.
"Jesus! God, Tony, oh! Do it! Do it! Don't stop, baby!" Lisa cried, letting go of her legs.
Lisa's hands pressed against the back of Tony's head holding him tight against her as his tongue licked and stroked at her clit. She moved her body from side to side and shoved her ass off the bed thrusting her cunt against his mouth and chin.
Then she cried, "Oh, faster, baby, faster, I'm going to come!"
His tongue moved quickly and she gave one final thrust. Then her mouth opened in a long wail as her stomach heaved from her orgasm. He held fast to her clit and gently licked it until he felt her body completely relax.
"You have a delicious cunt, Lisa. Young and sweet!"
Her eyes were full of pleasure and worship. "That was fantastic, Tony. I never felt anything as good as that!"
Tony moved up between her legs with his cock in his hand. "If you liked that, baby, wait until you feel this in your cunt!"
She looked down at his prick and she wet her lips with her tongue. "Give it to me, Tony! Shove it in me!" she whispered.
He let go of his cock and picked up the edge of the bed sheet. He pressed it against her cunt and wiped away the excess saliva.
"Dry your pussy a little," he said. "Then we put it in like this I"
His cock slid into her cunt with a soft squish. She groaned and wrapped her arms around him as he lowered himself on her. Their bellies came together as the whole length of his hard prick drove into her up to his balls.
"Oh, that's nice!" she said, feeling his rod fill every inch of her pussy.
"You got a nice, tight cunt, baby! Grips my prick like a tight fist!" he said, pulling back a little and then pushing forward.
"Your prick is so big," she said, tensing her ass and thrusting up against his belly. "I can feel it way up in my belly!"
He moved forward and backwards, driving his long cock in and out of her expertly while her thrusts matched his in perfect rhythm. His mouth played with her tits and he licked and sucked them while he thoroughly fucked her cunt.
She came once, digging her nails into his back, and biting at his shoulder and she was surprised when he kept moving inside her.
"More?" he asked, looking down at her.
"Yes! Fuck me, Tony! Keep that beautiful cock of yours in me forever!" she cried, twisting and thrusting under him.
He gave her more. His cock drove in and out of her juicy cunt until both of them were close to coming-;
"I'm going to come, baby," he said, shoving down into her. "Wrap those long legs around me and hold tight!"
Her legs wrapped around his waist and she dug her heels into his thrusting buttocks. She held him tight and cried, "I'm going to come, too! Now!"
His driving, thrusting cock spurted globs of come into her juicy cunt and she squeezed her legs tight as she came. Their struggling, tossing bodies finally came to rest and they lay side by side, gasping for breath and laughing.
"Oh, God, I'm a woman!" Lisa said, rolling over to plant a wet kiss on Tony's hairy chest.
His fingers played with one of her tits and he said, "You sure are, doll. A hot-assed, cock hungry woman!"
'Was I really good, darling?" she asked, running her fingers down over his belly to his juice covered cock.
"Not bad. You'll be a lot better after I've taught you more, but you weren't bad at all," he said, squeezing her tit hard.
"I want you to teach me, darling," she smiled, stroking his cock and balls. "I want you to teach me everything you know!"
Tony smiled and sat up and swung his feet over the edge of the bed. "I'd like to do that, baby, but I won't be seeing you again for about six months."
Lisa sat up. "Six months? Why?"
"Like I told you, baby, I'm a traveling salesman. I just wound up three months out here and I got the word yesterday that I've got to spend the next six months or so out on the west coast."
She moved closer to him and put her arms around his waist. "Tony, you can't leave me like this! Couldn't you tell your boss that you want to stay here?"
Tony laughed. "I'd sure like to, doll, now that I met you but I'm like a trouble shooter with the company. You know, straightening out the trouble spots and I have to go where they send me."
"What am I going to do? I love you, Tony! I know it sounds crazy but I love you," she said, beginning to cry.
He turned to her and took her in his arms. 'I know, baby. I love you, too. Hey! Why couldn't you come with me? Leave old Ralphie and go off with me."
"You'd take me?" she asked, sniffling.
"Sure! You just go over there to the desk and write Ralphie a good-bye letter. Tell him that you're going off with me and ask him to get a divorce."
"Why do I have to write him a letter?" Lisa asked.
Tony stood up and pulled her to her feet. "You want him to turn in a missing persons report to the cops and have them looking all over for you? Now, write the letter."
Lisa walked over to the desk. "What about my clothes and things? I should go home and get my clothes."
"You don't have to worry about clothes, baby. With the expense account that I've got, I can buy you all the clothes you want. Nice and expensive clothes!"
She sat down in front of the desk, opened the drawer, and pulled out a few pieces of stationery. She wrote quickly, addressed the envelope and carried it over to him.
"Take a look," she said, handing him the letter.
"Good, baby. Now, you're all mine!"
"Poor Ralphie's going to be real mad when he gets this."
Tony pulled her down on his lap and ran his tongue across her tits. "You won't be sorry, baby!"
She pressed his head against her tits and sighed. "I know I won't."
"Say," Tony said, running his fingers over her nipples, "I saw a checkbook in your purse. Have you got a lot of money in the bank?"
"About three thousand dollars," Lisa said. "We were saving money to buy a house."
Tony twisted one of her nipples between his fingers. "You ought to have that money, baby. I mean, you won't be buying any house now, will you?"
"No, I guess not, but half of it belongs to Ralphie," Lisa muttered. "I wouldn't want to take all of it."
"Why not? He's getting all the furniture you're leaving behind and he owes you something for the time you've wasted with him," Tony said, running his hand down over her belly.
"You really think so?"
"I sure do and I think you ought to write out a check to cash, right now for everything you've got in that account except for, say ... a hundred dollars," Tony insisted, pushing his hand between her legs.
"Why right now, baby? I could do it tomorrow," she said, running her fingers through his hair. "Besides, I can't think straight when your hands are on me like that."
Tony took his hand off her cunt and pushed her off his lap. "Baby, I want you to write the check out now so you don't start feeling sorry for Ralphie tomorrow and change your mind. It's your money and you can do what you want but if we're going to be together then I'm going to look out for your interests."
"If it'll make you happy, darling. I'll do it," Lisa said, walking over to the dresser to get her purse.
He watched as she got the purse and sat down at the desk again. She wrote out the check and then got up.
"Twenty-eight hundred and fifty dollars," she said, holding up the check. "Do you want to hold it, darling?"
Tony smiled and shook his head. "Put it in your purse, dear. We'll go to the bank the first thing in the morning."
"Say, Tony, you never told me what it is you sell," she smiled, stuffing the check in her purse.
"Hey, that's right, I didn't. Well, we can fix that, baby and I could even give you a sample of my product." He got off the bed, went to the closet, opened the door and pulled a black case off a shelf. He carried the case over to the bed and put it down.
"Now, come over here, Lisa and stand with your back to me. I want you to close your eyes and not open them until I tell you to. You're going to get a big surprise and I want you to promise you won't peek!" Tony said, chuckling a little.
"I promise!" Lisa said, giggling as she turned her back to him.
He opened the case quickly, took out a small can, opened it, and began pouring liquid from it on a handkerchief in the case.
"That smell, Tony," Lisa said, sniffing. "What is that?"
"Part of the surprise," he said, standing up behind her.
"It smells like...." Her words were choked off as he threw one arm around her neck and clamped the ether-soaked handkerchief over her nose.
"Ether, darling," Tony said, holding her tight against him. "Be a good girl and go to sleep, and you won't get hurt!"
She struggled and kicked, her hands scratching at the hand that was holding the handkerchief to her nose. Then her movements became sluggish and finally stopped as she lapsed into unconsciousness.
Tony held the handkerchief to her nose a little longer and then let her down on the bed, gently. He reached into his case again and pulled out a syringe and small vial. He quickly snapped open the vial and drew its contents into the syringe, then he injected the clear fluid into Lisa's arm.
He tossed the syringe in the case, put the cap back on the ether, and closed the case. Then he picked up the telephone next to the bed and dialed a number. When he got an answer, he said, "The package you ordered is wrapped and ready to go."
The party on the other end hung up and Tony put the phone back in its cradle. He went around the room, collecting Lisa's clothes, and tossing them on top of her unconscious body. Then he picked up her purse.
"Thanks, baby!" he said, taking the check she had written out of it. Then he tossed the purse on the bed and picked up his shorts. He got dressed and sat down in a chair to watch a little TV.
He sat watching a talk show but found that he had trouble concentrating on what was being said, as he thought of all the things he was going to buy with the money he had made. The first thing he would have to get was a new car.
Almost an hour went by before there was a knock on the door. He unlocked the door and peeked out, to make sure it was the man he was expecting.
"Hi, Boris," Tony smiled, opening the door wide as he saw the broad shouldered man outside.
Boris's face was a study in ugliness. He was completely bald; there wasn't a hair on his head or face. His big nose was hooked and his mouth was settled into a permanent scowl. His brown eyes narrowed as he looked at Lisa's still form, and he grunted in response to Tony's greeting.
"One, hot blonde, as ordered," Tony said, putting his necktie around his neck.
Boris reached into his black jacket and pulled out an envelope. He handed it to Tony. "Two thousand."
"Thank you, Boris. Tell the boss I said thanks, too, and that I'll be waiting for my next order."
The big man grunted and walked over to the bed. His eyes swept over Lisa's body without any change of expression on his face. Then he reached down and drew the blankets and sheets around Lisa's form, covering her completely.
A shudder went through Tony's body as he watched Boris toss Lisa over his shoulder. He was scared of the big man and he hated himself for it. What the hell, he thought, anybody in their right mind would be scared of an ugly bastard like that.
With Lisa slung over his shoulder, Boris turned and walked out of the room. Tony watched from the open doorway as Boris opened the back of a black panel truck, put Lisa in, and closed and locked the door quickly.
Tony waited until the truck was moving out of the motel drive before he muttered, "Ugly prick!" Then Tony smiled as he thought of the money he had earned for a fast fuck.
CHAPTER TWO
An hour later the black panel truck, with Boris behind the wheel, drove up to the gates of a large country estate. A uniformed guard, wearing a pistol on his belt, came walking out of a little booth to the right of the gate. He glanced at Boris and then went back in the booth to press a button. The gates swung open and the truck moved up a long drive that was lined with tall trees towards a mansion a half a mile away.
Inside the forty-five room, castle-like mansion, on the second floor, the owner of the estate, Lawrence Holt, millionaire, was lying on his back, nude, in his king-sized, circular bed. The lights in the room were red and bathed Holt and the black-haired woman, who was sucking his cock, with a soft, warm glow. Holt sucked on the joint in his hand and drew the marijuana smoke deep into his lungs as the woman began running her tongue slowly up and down the side of his cock.
"Lovely, Carol! Lovely!" Holt sighed, as her tongue traced over the blue veins on his long, erect prick.
Carol was kneeling between his legs, holding his prick in one hand while her other hand gently played with his big balls. She looked up at Holt and asked, "Do I please you, Master?"
"Yes, my lovely cocksucker," Holt said, reaching down to pat her silky hair.
"I am happy, Master, for that is all I live for," she said.
Holt smiled and took another long drag on the joint as Carol's tongue slid up the length of his prick.
When she got to his big cockhead she circled it with her tongue, and then formed her lips into a tight O. She pressed her lips against the head of his cock and slowly forced her mouth down over his prick, taking every inch of it into her throat. Her lips nestled in his cock hair, and she could feel the head of his cock deep in her throat.
"Ah, divine!" Holt gasped, feeling her throat muscles contracting around his throbbing prick.
Low, throbbing African music came from four huge speakers in the four corners of the room, and Carol began moving her head in time to the pounding of the drums. Up and down, up and down, went her head, covering and uncovering the wet, hard length of his cock.
As he became high from the grass he was smoking, the feeling in his prick grew more exotic with every stroke of Carol's head, and Holt began lifting his ass off his silk sheets and thrusting his prick hard into her mouth.
Lawrence Holt was a little over forty-seven, with jet black hair that was graying at the temples. He was a handsome man and there were those who said that he bore a slight resemblance to the actor, Stewart Granger. That was one of the reasons that he didn't touch up his hair at the temples.
Holt was in perfect shape and he stayed that way by daily exercises and workouts. He watched his diet and never touched liquor. As far as Holt was concerned there was nothing like good grass. He had inherited a lot of money from his mother and father and had used that to make a huge fortune in the stock market and shrewd business dealings. Then he retired from the world of business and turned to a complete dedication to pleasure.
"Use the vibrator, Carol," Holt said, taking another puff on the joint.
"Yes, Master!" she replied, reaching for the electric vibrator.
It had a long handle and various plastic attachments could be used on it. The one that was on it was Holt's favorite; it was a cup shaped attachment that could completely cover the tip of his cock while Carol licked up and down the underside of his vibrating prick.
Carol switched on the vibrator and it gently hummed as she gripped his cock with one hand holding it in place and brought the vibrator against his cockhead. Her tongue began moving up and down the underside of his prick, taking long, licking strokes.
Ohhhh!" he sighed, raising his ass off the bed and thrusting his hard rod against her tongue and lips.
Lick it hard, baby! Lick it good and hard!"
Her tongue pressed harder against his stiff, saliva coated flesh as she moved it up and down his rod. Then she took the vibrator off the tip of his prick and moved it against the side of his shaft as her mouth closed over the head of his throbbing cock.
Ah, yessss!" he cried, throwing his ass off the bed and shoving his cock as far down her throat as he could.
He felt like he could come. All he had to do was let it go and his cream would jet out of his cock and into Carol's sucking mouth. Holt could come but he didn't want to come so he concentrated on holding back his ejaculation so he could hover right on the brink of coming and enjoy the exquisite sensations that were coursing through his prick.
Carol's head bobbed up and down, her lips clinging tightly to his cock flesh, while Holt kept thrusting his prick in and out of her mouth. Then Carol pulled her mouth off his cock, brought the vibrator up the side of his cock to the head of it, while her tongue and lips went sliding down the underside of his rod.
The cup attachment on the vibrator was pressed tight against the head of his prick and Carol had her head turned on the side, with her lips wrapped around his cock as if she were eating an ear of com. Down and up the length of his staff her lips and tongue went, bringing Holt sensations of ecstasy.
Holding back his ejaculation had become a battle. A test of his ability to refuse to come when every nerve in his cock and balls screamed for release.
"Take the vibrator away for a moment, Carol," Holt gasped, as he felt his control slipping.
She pulled the vibrator off his cockhead and dropped it on the bed. Then she brought both her hands up under his balls, gathering them in her hands and pressing them around his prick as she brought her tight mouth down over his cock.
There was a knock on the door and Holt called out, "Yes?"
"It's Rhonda, darling!" came a voice through the door.
Holt smiled and reached out to press a button on a control panel next to the bed. There was a click and the door opened wide.
Rhonda walked into the room, across the luxurious, deep, white carpet to the side of the bed.
"Well, daughter?" Holt said, looking up at her. Rhonda smiled as she watched Carol's mouth going up and down on her father's prick.
"Boris just arrived with our latest subject," Rhonda said, smiling. "He was wondering if you wanted to inspect her."
Holt gave a thrust with his hips that shoved the length of his prick deep into Carol's throat. "In the morning when she's conscious, darling. Tell Boris to put her to bed and I'll take a look at her on the TV." Rhonda picked up the ivory colored phone next to Holt's bed and pushed a button on it.
While Carol kept working her mouth up and down Holt's big prick, Holt's eyes moved lecherously over his daughter's body.
Rhonda Holt, at twenty, was the most beautiful woman Holt had ever seen, and the fact that he had fathered such a beauty filled Lawrence Holt with pride every time he looked at her. Rhonda was tall, amazon type woman with long arms and long, sensuous legs. Rhonda's hair was a fiery, copper red and she wore it long the way her father liked it. Her eyes were a turquoise blue, with gold flecks, and she used light blue eyeshadow on her eyelids.
"Boris, put her to bed and then you may retire for the evening," Rhonda said. "Yes, he'll look at her on the TV and inspect her in the morning."
She put the phone down and asked, "Are you enjoying yourself, father?"
"Very much. Carol has learned well," Holt said. "So well that it's almost impossible to believe that she once vomited at the suggestion that she suck a cock."
Rhonda sat on the edge of the bed, reached out and took a handful of Carol's soft, black hair in her hand. She pulled Carol's head off her father's prick and said, "Having fun, slave?"
Carol smiled. "Yes, Mistress! I love sucking the Master's prick!"
"Good girl. Keep sucking."
Obediently, Carol lowered her lips over Holt's stiff, wet prick and began sucking again, while Rhonda ran her hand slowly down over Carol's naked back to the cheeks of her ass. Her fingers probed between Carol's silken buttocks and found her asshole. Then she watched Carol's face while she shoved two of her fingers into the sucking girl's rectum. Except for a low groan there was no reaction from Carol to the invading fingers in her asshole.
Rhonda chuckled and drew her fingers out of Carol. "Excellent!" she said, standing up.
Rhonda was wearing a long blue dressing gown of transparent silk. It was belted loosely at her waist, and swung open as she moved, giving tantalizing views of her large, upthrust tits.
"You seem to be in good hands, daddy, so I'll see you in the morning," Rhonda smiled, pursing her thick, red lips and throwing Holt a kiss.
Holt smiled back at her. "You call that a good night kiss? Come over here and give your old father a proper kiss!"
Rhonda's pink tongue licked at her lips and then she asked, "Are you sure I wouldn't be interfering with your pleasure, daddy?"
Holt took another puff on the joint in his hand and drew the smoke down into his lungs. "Not at all. Oh, Carol, use the vibrator!"
Rhonda turned her head to watch Carol pick up the vibrator. Carol pressed the vibrator against the tip of Holt's cock and began licking up and down the underside of his prick again.
"Give me a puff," Rhonda moaned.
Holt passed her the joint. "You can have the rest, dear."
Rhonda took a long drag and sucked the smoke down her throat. Then she sat down on the bed close to her father's chest. "Now for that kiss."
She pursed her lips and brought her head down. Her closed mouth lightly touched Holt's waiting lips and then she raised her head. "There!" she said, as she took another long drag on the joint.
Holt's mouth twisted into a smile and his eyes dropped to the front of his daughter's gown. It was gaping open and he could see both of her magnificent tits, with their large, cherry nipples.
He watched as she took one more drag on the joint and bent over to crush it in an ashtray. '"You are a teasing, sexy bitch, Rhonda!" he said, reaching out to take a handful of her silky, red hair.
Carol's tongue and lips continued to go up and down the side of Holt's cock in an untiring, licking rhythm as the vibrator hummed away on the tip of his prick.
Rhonda brought her hand down on her father's chest and made circular patterns with her fingers in the hair on his chest. "Why, whatever do you mean, daddy?"
Holt smiled and looked into her sexy eyes. "Sitting like that with those lovely tits of yours exposed to your father's eyes and giving me a kiss like that when you know what I want."
Rhonda took her hand off his chest. She stood up and took hold of the belt around her waist. "I know what you want, daddy!"
Holt watched her and gave a thrust with his hips, shoving his cock hard against Carol's tongue as Rhonda gave a shrug of her shoulders and the dressing gown slid off her body to the floor.
"You want to see my body, don't you, daddy?" Rhonda asked, reaching up to cup both of her magnificent tits with her hands.
"Yesss!" Holt said, dragging out his answer and holding his breath as his eyes swept down over her chest, her belly, to the forest of fiery red, pussy hair between her thighs.
Rhonda took one of her tits and bent her head as she lifted the nipple to her red lips. She watched Holt's face as she stuck her tongue out and slowly and lovingly ran it over her big nipple, making it swell in erection.
Holt groaned as he felt himself right on the verge of coming again. The erotic sight of his daughter sucking on her own nipple plus the vibrator and tongue on his big prick was breaking down his control.
"Take the vibrator off my prick!" Holt cried, thrusting his cock against Carol's lips. "And you," he said to Rhonda, "get down here and kiss me!"
Rhonda let her tit go and laid down on the bed beside her father. She leaned on one arm, put her hand on the side of his face, and brought her warm, red lips down over his mouth.
For a moment Rhonda's lips were still and then they began moving, surrounding Holt's lips as her hot tongue pressed against his lips. She drove her tongue between his lips and felt her father's hand on one of her tits as his lips closed around her tongue and he began sucking at it.
His hand opened and closed around her tit, kneading the taut flesh in his fingers, while his mouth sucked hungrily at her thrusting tongue. Then he pressed his tongue against her tongue, washing over it, and she quickly drew her tongue back into her own mouth as his followed.
Holt's tongue filled his daughter's mouth and she closed her lips around it. While her nipples swelled against Holt's hand, as he squeezed each of them in turn, Rhonda sucked at her father's tongue as if it was a cock driving back and forth between her lips.
Holt pulled his tongue out of her mouth as she gently nipped it with her teeth, and turned his head to kiss her neck. His mouth moved over her neck and his lips moved over her ear lobe. He sucked the ear lobe into his mouth and washed at it with his tongue.
Rhonda's voice was low and sultry as she asked, "Was that a good enough good night kiss, daddy?"
He let her ear lobe go and whispered, "Your tits, baby! I want to suck your tits!"
Rhonda giggled and moved up a little so that her father's mouth was close to her boobs. She took hold of his head, and as she pulled his mouth to her chest, she said, "My father's wish is my command!"
Holt's nose and mouth was pressed against her cleavage and he inhaled the exotic perfume that she had applied to her flesh.
"Suck, daddy!" Rhonda said, holding one of her tits in her hand and offering him her nipple.
"You sexy, witch!" Holt moaned, hungrily pressing his lips to his daughter's love offering. He sucked a big mouthful of Rhonda's tit into his mouth and stroked her long, hard nipple with the flat of his tongue.
Carol had all of Holt's big cock in her mouth and her fingers played with his balls, stroking under them with her long fingernails.
"Now the other one!" Rhonda said, pulling her tit out of her father's mouth.
His mouth closed over her other tit and his hand settled on her hip, pulling her closer. As he sucked Rhonda's sweet flesh into his mouth his hand began caressing her hip. He used his teeth and gently teased her nipple while his fingers moved off her hip.
"Ohhhh!" Rhonda moaned, throwing back her head and pressing her father's head tighter against her boobs. "That feels so good!"
Holt's fingers trailed across her smooth, flat belly and down into her silky, cunt hair. He moved his fingers in a circular pattern through her cunt hair, widening the circle and stroking lower and lower.
He took his mouth off her tit. "Open your legs!" he ordered.
Rhonda's legs opened and Holt's fingers moved down until he could feel her moist slit through her pussy hair.
"Wet velvet, baby. Tight, wet velvet!" he said, running the tip of his finger down the center of her cunt lips.
'Wet from you, you sexy bastard!" Rhonda whispered, running her fingers through his hair.
She opened her legs wider as his fingers pressed against her cunt lips and into her. He moved two of his fingers into her cunt, up to his knuckles, wormed them around covering his fingers with her sex juice, and then drew them out.
Rhonda watched and smiled as he held his glistening fingers up to his nose. He sniffed deep, inhaling her woman scent, and then pushed his fingers into his mouth. His lips closed around the fingers and he slowly sucked every bit of her juice off his fingers.
"Delicious cunt!" he said, licking his lips as he pulled his fingers out of his mouth.
Rhonda chuckled. "I know what you want, daddy! You want to suck my pussy, don't you?"
"What I want, eh? You mean what you want, my little sweet! Your cunt is dripping with juices and you want me to suck them out of you, don't you?" Holt asked, running his hand across her belly.
Rhonda chuckled again. "Yes, father. That's exactly what I want and what you want but first, why don't we look in on the new addition to our happy family?"
Holt sighed. "Business before pleasure, eh? All right, turn on the set."
Suspended from a special bracket in the ceiling, over the bed was a TV set, upon which Lawrence Holt could view any room in the mansion.
Rhonda pushed a button on the control panel beside the bed and the set came on. Then she pushed another button for the room in which Lisa was sleeping.
Holt and Rhonda looked up at the set while Carol kept moving her mouth slowly up and down Holt's prick. The room Lisa was in was an exact duplicate of the motel room she had been in with Tony. Concealed cameras gave different views of the room with the touch of a remote control gadget that Rhonda held in her hand.
Lisa was on the bed, nude, asleep, with her hands and ankles chained to the head and foot of the bed. She was lying with her legs spread so far apart that her cunt was wide open.
"Start at her head and run the camera slowly down over her body," Holt said, gazing at the screen.
Rhonda pushed two buttons on the remote control gadget and the camera began moving over Lisa's body.
Holt smiled. "Nice face and hair."
"Good tits," Rhonda said, as Lisa's boobs came into view on the large screen.
"Flat belly and a nice-hold it right there! Cunt!" Holt said, as Rhonda pushed another button that froze the picture of Lisa's pussy on the screen. Holt stared at her cunt for a moment and licked his lips. "Very nice! Let's see her thighs and legs."
Rhonda pushed a button and the camera moved down over Lisa's thighs and legs to her feet.
"Excellent! A choice bit of flesh to add to my collection! Tony has an eye for beauty," Holt said, reaching down to grip Carol's head in his hands. He held her head tight so that it couldn't move while he shoved his cock back and forth into her mouth.
Rhonda switched off the set and put the remote control down on the table beside the bed. Then she got up on her knees on the bed and asked, "Are you ready to eat me, daddy?"
"More than ready, baby. I'm hungry for you," Holt said, reaching out to fondle one of her tits.
She moved a little closer and then swung her leg over his chest straddling her father's neck with her thighs. She took hold of the head of the bed, raised her cunt slightly and brought it down on her father's face.
Holt's arms raised in back of Rhonda and he cupped her buttocks, pulling her cunt tight against his mouth as his tongue began probing the wet skin of her pussy.
Rhonda held tight to the head of the bed and began moving her pussy back and forth as her father shoved his tongue deep into her snatch.
"Ah! That's it, daddy! Suck it good! Fuck me with that long, wonderful tongue of yours!" Rhonda said, grinding her cunt lips against Holt's mouth.
His tongue moved in and out of her and he sucked her juices down into his throat as Carol sucked away on the head of his cock. Then Holt moved his tongue up Rhonda's slit and felt and began licking back and forth on her erect clit.
Rhonda giggled and mashed her wet pussy tighter against her father's face. "Lick it good, you sexy, bastard! Suck my clit, hard!"
Holt's lips caught Rhonda's clit and he licked it as hard and fast as he could while Rhonda groaned and rolled her hips back and forth.
A few moments later, Rhonda cried, "Faster, daddy! I'm going to come! Ah, yes, like that!"
As Holt felt his daughter's orgasm start, he shoved his tongue deep into her cunt and sucked as hard as he could, licking up all her flowing pussy juice. Rhonda let out a long cry of pleasure as she felt her father's mouth and tongue sucking and licking at her cunt, through an intense orgasm. Then she smiled as her father's lips tenderly kissed the lips of her moist sex.
"That was good, daddy. Now, I want to eat some hot cock!" she shouted, pulling her cunt from his mouth.
Holt groaned. "Do it, baby!"
Rhonda moved back a little and then bent her lips down to her father's mouth. She kissed him, driving her tongue deep into his mouth and tasting her own cunt juice on his tongue. She swung her legs off him and moved down to his prick where Carol was still tirelessly sucking on Holt's cock.
"All right, slave, I will take over," Rhonda said.
Carol smiled and said, "Yes, Mistress. What should I do, now?"
Rhonda smiled. "Yes, we do have to give you something to do, don't we? Very well, you may lick my asshole while I suck my father's big prick."
"Thank you, Mistress!" Carol said, happily.
Carol moved out of the way and Rhonda lay on her belly between her father's legs. As Rhonda reached out and took hold of her father's stiff prick, Carol looked down at the rounded globes of Rhonda's ass and licked her lips.
Rhonda wrapped her fingers around Holt's cock and squeezed as hard as she could. "You have a fantastic hardon, daddy! I love to hold your prick like this!"
Holt looked down between his legs and raised his ass, thrusting his prick against the soft palm of Rhonda's clutching hand. He watched as the foreskin of his uncircumcised prick peeled back on his shaft.
"Suck it!" he sighed, as his thrusts kept time with the throbbing drum music that poured out of the stereo speakers.
Carol moved between Rhonda's legs and her hands came down on Rhonda's smooth buttocks. She had sucked Rhonda's ass before so she knew exactly what was expected of her and how Rhonda wanted her ass to be treated. Her fingers dug into Rhonda's asscheeks and she pulled them apart, revealing Rhonda's puckered asshole. She bent her head and brought her tongue down on the swell of Rhonda's back.
Rhonda's head was above Holt's cock. She had both her hands wrapped around his immense prick and still a goodly portion of it was exposed above her hands. She looked into her father's eyes as her fingers moved on his cock, fingering it as if it were a flute.
She felt Carol's tongue moving down the valley between her buttocks, and she smiled at Carol's wet tongue pressed against her asshole.
"Suck it, damn you, and stop teasing me, you sexy cunt!" Holt said, watching Rhonda's fingers playing with his prick.
Rhonda gazed lovingly at his big cockhead and she pressed the tip of her tongue against the sensitive skin in back of it. Then she began flicking her tongue back and forth against that spot while Holt gave a thrust with his hips, driving the prick against her nose.
"I love your cock, daddy! It is the biggest and sweetest meat in the world!" she said, pushing the flat of her tongue against his hard flesh.
Holt let out a sigh of ecstasy. No one could suck his cock like his daughter, and though she had sucked it hundreds of times before, each time that she sucked it was better than the last.
Rhonda's tongue washed over the head of his cock and then licked down under it with loving strokes. One of her hands went to his balls and she began squeezing them while her other hand pumped up and down on his thick prick.
"Harder, slave!" Rhonda cried, as she felt Carols wet tongue probing against her asshole. "Shove it in me!"
Carol's fingers twisted and kneaded Rhonda s silky flesh, as she drove her tongue as far into Rhonda's asshole as she could. Then she began pushing it in and pulling it out, over and over again, while Rhonda wiggled her ass in appreciation.
Holt groaned again as Rhonda ran her tongue over the head of his cock. "Come on, baby and suck it! I want to come!"
Rhonda pressed her lips against the head of his cock and gave it a passionate kiss. Then she said, "I know you want to come, darling but I'm not going to let you come in my mouth tonight. You're going to come in my pussy!"
Holt reached out and took his daughter's head in his hands. "You teasing little bitch! I ought to spank your ass good for playing with me like this!"
She laughed. "You love it!"
Rhonda was right; Holt loved the way Rhonda teased him. She was the only woman he had ever let have her own way in bed. Rhonda was wild and untamed and that was just the way Holt wanted her.
She grinned and then brought her mouth down over his prick. Her lips spread out around his stiff flesh and clung to it, as she slowly moved her mouth down towards his balls.
"Good!" Holt sighed, as his hands pushed at Rhonda's head.
Carol's nose was buried between Rhonda's buttocks as she pressed her tongue in and out of Rhonda's asshole. Her fingers stroked and kneaded Rhonda's ass as hard as she could.
Rhonda's tongue swirled around and around Holt's cock as she moved her head up and down the length of his prick. Her fingers rolled her father's balls around, and one of her fingers was moving back and forth over his asshole.
Holt's ass began moving in rhythm to Rhonda's mouth moving up and down his cock. As she was moving down his prick with her lips he gave a thrust and when her lips were traveling up his cock, Holt pulled his prick back for the next thrust.
He was right on the verge of coming again and he was holding back. Watching his daughter's mouth moving lovingly over his cock, and the things she was doing to his throbbing prick with her tongue, were almost more than he could stand.
"I'm going to come!" he gasped, feeling his control slipping as the pressure in his balls mounted.
Rhonda pulled her mouth off his prick and laughed as her finger pressed into his asshole. "Like I told you, daddy, you'll come in me tonight! Would you like to fuck your beloved daughter?"
"Witch! A real witch, bitch! Just like your mother was!" Holt said, feeling her finger moving around in his rectum.
She smiled and said, "Is that the reason you love to fuck me, father? Because I remind you of mother?" Holt chuckled and ran his hand over Rhonda's tits. "That's only one of the reasons, baby. When I lost your mother I wanted to die with her because I never thought I'd find anyone who was as good as her in bed, besides the other things we had in common. Then, when you seduced me...."
"I seduced who? Why you old bastard! Running into my room, bare-assed, with this poker of yours stiff as a board!" Rhonda said, laughing.
Holt smiled at the memory. "You did seduce me, Rhonda. There I was in the middle of a good fuck and you let out a scream that could be heard for blocks! Naturally I ran into your room."
"I had a nightmare," Rhonda said, squeezing his prick.
"I doubt it. If you did, it's the only one you ever had in your whole life. Then you insisted that I get into bed with you and uh ... hold you," Holt said, chuckling.
Rhonda pulled her finger out of his ass. "That's enough, slave! You can retire for the night, if you want, or sit over in the comer and jerk your pussy!" Carol pulled her tongue out of Rhonda's asshole and said, "Thank you, Mistress. I'll go on to bed, unless the Master desires that I stay."
Holt waved his hand. "You may go, Carol."
"Thank you, Master!" Carol said, bowing and scrambling off the bed. She quickly left the room.
Rhonda rolled over on her back and spread her legs. "Put that stiff pole of yours in me, daddy. Just like you did when I was fourteen!"
Holt rolled on his side and cupped Rhonda's chin with his hand. "Yes, you were fourteen the first time weren't you? And every day you get more beautiful and more desirable than the day before."
"Kiss me, lover," Rhonda said, moving his hand off her chin to one of her tits.
He put his lips close to hers and stuck his tongue out. He ran the tip of his wet tongue back and forth across her lips, as his fingers played with her soft boob.
"Fuck me, damn you!" Rhonda cried, impatient for the feel of his cock between her legs.
Holt rolled over on her and she felt his cock moving against the flesh of her leg. He began thrusting with his prick as he was moving on top of her and she felt his prick strike her belly and glance off.
"Here!" she groaned, reaching between them for his hard cock. She gripped his shaft and guided the head of his cock to her cunt lips.
"Ah!" he said, as he felt the warmth and wet of her sex. He pushed forward driving his prick all the way into her up to his balls.
Her long arms wrapped around his neck and she pulled his chest down against hers, making him mash her tits. Their bellies came together and she threw her legs around his waist, locking them over his buttocks.
"You feel good in me! So good!" Rhonda said, squeezing his prick with her well developed cunt muscles.
"Careful, baby, you'll snap it off!" Holt said.
"Fuck me, daddy. Start slow and easy and then tear me up!" she said, relaxing her pussy and thrusting her belly against his.
He reached under her and gripped her buttocks in his hands. His fingers dug into her ass, playing with her asshole, as he drew his cock back and almost out of her. Then he shoved slowly into her cunt again while he pulled her ass up off the bed.
"Ohhh!" she gasped, as their bellies came together and she felt his shaft grinding against her clit.
Her cunt was well lubricated with the natural flow of her sex juice and every down stroke of Holt's big cock into Rhonda's juicy pussy brought a soft squish from her cunt.
"Listen, dear," Holt said, smiling down at her. "You can hear the music of love."
"My sopping wet pussy, you mean," Rhonda replied, shoving up as he moved deep in her again. "You've got me soaking wet."
He drew his prick back and said, "Not as wet as you're going to be when I come in you. I've been playing around and holding back so long that it feels like there's a gallon of come in my balls!"
"Shut up and suck my tits!" Rhonda said, moving her hands to the back of his head and pushing down.
His mouth gobbled up one of her tits and he began moving his hips and ass a little faster as he sucked her cherry nipple.
Rhonda closed her eyes and a look of sheer ecstasy came over her face. "Screw me faster!" she cried, thrusting her belly into his.
"Yes, I'll screw you faster!" Holt cried, shoving his prick deep into her and drawing it out. His prick thrust in and out of her cunt, over and over again, moving fast, and her hips echoed each of his thrusts with thrusts of her own.
Her nails raked his back and her legs squeezed at his waist as she gasped, "I'm almost there! Come with me, daddy!"
"Almost!" Holt cried, moving still faster, with his fingers pulling hard at her meaty buttocks.
Rhonda threw back her head, arched her back, and gave a cry that sounded like an animal in pain. Holt's fingers dug into her ass and he gave a cry of ecstasy as the floodgates burst! He felt his come jetting out of his prick, into her cunt, and being as high as he was on the grass, he felt as though his cock would never stop coming.
Rhonda squirmed and held him tight. "Oh, daddy, it's hot inside me! All your beautiful cream! Flooding my pussy!"
He lay on top of her for a few moments feeling her cunt muscles squeezing his prick and milking the last few drops of his come out of his prick. Then, completely satisfied, Holt rolled off her.
"How was it?" he asked, after a moment.
Rhonda moved her hands down over her belly to the lips of her pussy. Her fingers caught some of the sperm that was oozing out of her cunt and she quickly raised her fingers to her mouth.
"Delicious!" she answered, as she moved her tongue over her fingers and licked at the webs of come.
CHAPTER THREE
A little after nine the following morning, Lisa opened her eyes and looked up at the ceiling. Her vision was blurred and she lifted her hand to brush at her eyes. That was when she discovered the steel bracelet on her arm and the fact that she was chained to the bed.
She jerked at her arm, turned her head to look at her wrist, and then turned her head to look at her other wrist. She tried to sit up in the bed and she found that her feet were chained to the bottom of the bed.
I must be dreaming, she thought. Then she blinked her eyes and her vision began to clear as she really woke up. She frowned and tried to remember what had happened before she went to sleep. She looked around the room and then it all came back to her.
This is a motel room, Tony! He was going to show me something and then? She cried "Tony? Tony, where are you?"
She listened and the only sound she heard was her own breathing.
"God damn it! What in the hell is going on?" she cried, jerking her arms and legs against the chains.
Lisa stopped struggling and said, "Tony? Tony, if this is a joke I want you to know that I don't like it! As a matter-of-fact, I'm getting pissed off!"
She held her breath and listened. Nothing! Then she turned her head and looked at the bathroom door. She laughed. "Okay, baby, I know you're in the bathroom so you can come on out!"
In the dining room of the Holt mansion, Rhonda and Lawrence Holt were just finishing breakfast. They sat at the far end of a long table, drinking coffee, and watching Lisa on a TV set in the room.
Holt drew on the thin, expensive cigar in his hand and said, "It seems that our guest has finally awakened."
Rhonda nodded. "Yes. The dear girl seems to be agitated."
"Quite understandable," Holt said, with a smile. "More coffee, Cynthia."
Cynthia, a tall brunette with big tits, who had been standing behind Holt's chair, smiled and moved forward. "Yes, Master," she said, picking up the silver coffee pot on the table.
Holt's eyes ran over Cynthia's naked body as she poured his coffee. He felt a slight stirring in his cock as his eyes moved over her naked belly.
"Coffee, Mistress?" Cynthia asked Rhonda.
"Half a cup, slave," Rhonda replied, watching her father's eyes on Cynthia's body.
Cynthia poured the coffee for Rhonda and then put the pot back on the table. She was about to return to her place behind Holt's chair when Holt caught her arm.
A sensuous smile came over Cynthia's mouth and she said, "Yes, Master?"
"Suck, my dear," Holt said, running his hand over her ass.
Cynthia dropped to her knees and moved under the table. Her hands went to the zipper on Holt's slacks and she quickly pulled it down.
"You're perverting the help, daddy," Rhonda said, looking back at the TV set.
"Yes, isn't it lovely?" he replied, as he felt Cynthia's hands moving inside his shorts to get at his cock.
Lisa's voice came over the TV set. "Tony, you son-of-a-bitch! You better take these chains off me!"
Rhonda smiled and took a cigarette from a small bowl on the table. She stuck it in her mouth and lit it while she watched Lisa jerking at the chains on her ankles and wrists.
Cynthia's hands pulled Holt's cock out of his pants. It was beginning to stiffen as Cynthia pressed it against her lips and into her mouth.
Rhonda stood up. "While you finish ... your coffee, daddy, I'll go say hello to our guest."
Rhonda was wearing a black sweater, a white mini-skirt, and knee length, black boots. As she walked out of the room, Holt watched the swing of her ass under the mini-skirt and his cock grew harder in Cynthia's mouth.
Glancing at the TV set, Holt saw Lisa jerking at the chains again. "SOMEBODY HELP ME, PLEASE!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
Walking down a long hall, Rhonda came to a door and paused. She took a key out of a pocket in her skirt and opened the door.
Lisa looked towards the door as it opened and cried, "Thank, God!"
"Depends on how you look at it," Rhonda said, coming into the room and closing the door behind her.
"Please! Please help me!"
Rhonda smiled and walked over to the bed. She sat down on the bed and asked, "Help you what?"
Lisa looked at Rhonda and said, "Get me out of these chains. I don't know what happened but this has got to be some kind of joke!"
Rhonda's hand reached out and closed over Lisa's right tit. She squeezed the firm flesh and said, "Very nice."
"What in the hell are you doing?" Lisa cried, trying to jerk her tit out of Rhonda's hand.
"I'm feeling your tit," Rhonda replied, taking Lisa's nipple between her thumb and finger. She slowly rolled the nipple back and forth while she looked into Lisa's eyes.
"Who are you?" Lisa asked.
Rhonda let go of her nipple and said, "Your first lesson, slave! I am your Mistress and that is what you will call me when you address me. Is that clear?"
She's nuts! Lisa thought. I better humor her until I can get the hell out of here.
"Yes, Mistress," Lisa said.
"That's a good slave!" Rhonda said, moving her hand down over Lisa's belly towards the blonde pussy hair between her legs.
"Please!" Lisa cried, as Rhonda's fingers moved through her pubic hair. "Don't!"
"Lesson number two, slave," Rhonda said, taking some of Lisa's pussy hair between her fingers and giving it a yank. 'Tour body is mine and your Master's to do with as we please! Forget the word don't."
"Ow! Damn it, that hurt!" Lisa cried.
Rhonda's fingers moved back and forth through Lisa's cunt hair just above the beginning of her slit. "If you're a good slave, you won't get hurt. On the other hand, if you're bad, all kinds of things could happen to you."
Lisa felt Rhonda's finger tip moving down her moist slit and she cried, "Please! I never saw you before in my life and I don't know why you're doing this to me or what's going to happen to me! You've got me scared to death!"
"Relax, slave. As long as you're good you have nothing to worry about," Rhonda said, moving her finger down into Lisa's cunt.
"Are you ... a ... Lesbian?" Lisa asked, as Rhonda shoved her finger all the way up into Lisa's cunt, up to her knuckle.
"Why? Do you like Lesbians?" Rhonda asked, moving her finger in and out of Lisa's pussy, slow and easy.
Lisa shook her head. "What you're doing to me. I mean, I never had another woman do anything like that to me before."
Rhonda smiled and pulled her finger out of Lisa's pussy. Then she moved her finger lower and began stroking back and forth over Lisa's asshole. "What is your name, slave?"
"Lisa. Lisa James, and I think you ought to know that my husband will probably be looking for me, so you better let me go!" Lisa said, with tears in her eyes.
"Interesting! Tell me why he should be looking for you after he gets that farewell letter you wrote last night? You did write him a letter about leaving him didn't you?" Rhonda asked.
"Oh, Christ! I did! But ... how did you know that?" Lisa cried.
Rhonda smiled and pressed her finger against Lisa's asshole. Lisa let out a cry and tried to wiggle but Rhonda's finger pressed deep into her.
"You rotten, bastard! Stop that!" Lisa cried.
"You have a tight ass, slave. I'll bet you never had a prick up there, did you?" Rhonda asked, wiggling her finger around.
"Take your filthy hands off me! You must be crazy!" Lisa cried, trying to pull her asshole off Rhonda's finger.
The door to the room opened and Lawrence Holt came into the room followed by Boris.
Lisa looked at Holt. "Please help me! Are you the owner of this motel? Help me!"
Holt walked over to the bed and looked down at Lisa. "Darling, you're exciting this poor girl. Why don't you let me take over?" he said quietly to Rhonda.
"Okay, daddy," she replied.
Boris sat down in a chair near the bed and watched the scene without any apparent interest in what was going on.
Holt spoke. "Are you hungry?"
"Yes, but I can eat when I get home," Lisa replied.
"Nonsense! Rhonda, buzz the kitchen and have Cynthia bring a tray for this girl."
"I wish you wouldn't bother, but thanks anyway," Lisa said, trying to smile. "Oh! Another thing, sir, could you take these chains off? I have to go to the bathroom pretty bad."
"Certainly. Boris, would you unlock the chains so this child can go to the bathroom?"
Boris got out of the chair and walked to the bed. Lisa looked at the big man, and she tried to keep from shuddering as he reached into his pants pocket. He pulled out a ring of keys and quickly unlocked the bracelets on her wrists and ankles.
"Thank you!" Lisa said to Boris and she thought: he's right out of a horror movie!
Lisa slid off the bed and quickly went into the bathroom. She closed the door and looked for some way to lock it. "No locks! The window!" she whispered to herself and turned to the far wall.
Holt called through the door, "There's no way out, dear. Just go to the bathroom and then come on out."
"No fucking window!" Lisa said as she sat down on the toilet. A few moments later she came out of the bathroom holding her arm across her tits and her other hand over her pussy.
Holt smiled at her attempt to conceal herself. "There's no need to be shy, Lisa. You're among friends and after all, we've all seen quite a bit of you."
Lisa smiled back and told herself that she should be careful and not get this man angry with her. "I'm just not used to going naked in front of people. Could you tell me where my clothes are?" she asked.
"Your clothes have been put away, slave," Rhonda replied. "You don't have to worry about them because you won't be wearing anything but your skin for a few days."
Lisa sat down on the bed and pulled a sheet around her. She looked at Rhonda and then at Holt. "Sir, you...."
She was cut off by Holt. "Master, my dear. You must remember to call me Master!"
"Master, you seem to be a normal person. Could you tell me what's going on?" Lisa asked.
Holt nodded. "I can tell you, but I think it would be better if we talked after you eat."
Lisa wanted to scream. She wanted to make a run for the door. Yes, she thought, the door! If I could get to the door, open it and scream, we're close enough to the highway and maybe someone would call the police!
"Okay, if that's the way you want it," Lisa said. "Would you mind if I stretched my legs a little? I'm kind of stiff from being chained up."
Holt waved his hand. "Go right ahead!"
She got up, gathered the sheet around her, and began walking towards the door. Not the first time, she told herself. They'd be watching for that! She turned and came back towards the bed, walking slow. Then she turned and started back towards the door. Now! She grabbed the doorknob, yanked open the door, and let out a scream that died as she saw that she was standing in a hall instead of outside a motel door.
Boris grabbed her and pulled her back in the room. He closed the door behind him and led her over to the bed.
"Naughty, naughty!" Holt said, smiling at Lisa. "Now we know that you can't be trusted!"
Lisa shook her head. "Where am I? I remember coming to this place last night and I remember that Tony parked the car right outside the door! Now there's a hall out there! I must be crazy!"
"Appearances are deceiving, my child. Boris, would you get the leg irons out of the drawer and put them on Lisa?" Holt asked, lighting a cigar.
Boris went to the dresser, opened the drawer, and pulled out two steel bracelets that were connected together by a short piece of chain. He walked over to the bed.
Lisa saw him coming and cried, "No! You can't do that!" She scrambled across the bed to get away from the giant but he caught her ankle in the steel like grip of his fist. As Lisa kicked and tried to pull away, Boris quickly snapped one of the steel bands around her ankle. Then he caught her other ankle and snapped the other band around that.
"You'll be able to walk, my dear," Holt said, puffing on his cigar, "but don't try running or you'll fall on that lovely ass of yours!"
"This is kidnapping! There's a law against this! I'll have the police on you all!" Lisa cried, kicking her legs.
There was a knock on the door. "Ah, there's your breakfast, my dear!"
Rhonda opened the door and Cynthia walked in, nude, carrying a tray. She smiled at Holt and walked over to the bed.
Lisa stopped kicking as Cynthia bent down and put the tray on the bed. Lisa looked at Cynthia's naked body and wondered again, where in the hell am I and what's going on?
"Will there be anything else, Master?" Cynthia asked, stopping in front of Holt and running her tongue over her lips suggestively.
"If there is, I'll buzz you, Cynthia," Holt said.
Cynthia walked out of the room while Lisa watched her and shook her head.
"Eat, my dear!" Holt said.
Lisa looked down at the tray. There was eggs, bacon, toast and a small pot of coffee. It smelled good and made her mouth water but she wondered if it was drugged.
What the hell, she thought, and grabbed a fork. She ate quickly and when she was finished, Holt offered her a cigarette from a silver case. She took it and he held out a match for her. She puffed on the cigarette and looked up into Holt's eyes. "Thanks," she said, letting out a mouthful of smoke. "Now, could we have that talk?"
"Certainly, my dear," Holt said, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
Lisa looked at Rhonda and Boris. "Do they have to be here?"
Holt rubbed his chin. "No, I don't suppose they do. Would you rather talk to me alone?"
"Yes!" Lisa said.
Holt turned his head and winked. "Why don't you and Boris go watch TV while Lisa and I get acquainted?"
Rhonda nodded and said, "Good idea." She walked to the door, followed by Boris, and the two of them left the room.
"You told me that you'd explain what was going on," Lisa said.
"I bought you from Tony."
Lisa's mouth dropped open. "I don't believe it!" she cried.
"It's true. He made quite a bit of money off you, Lisa. What I paid him, plus the check you conveniently made out to cash."
She frowned and shook her head. "No! It couldn't be! How do you know about the check?"
"That's not important," Holt said. "What is important is that I bought you."
Lisa shook her head again. "You're crazy! Nobody can buy anybody! That's ... slavery!"
Holt nodded. "You, my dear, are a sex slave."
"You can't do that! Somebody will come looking for me!" Lisa cried, holding the sheet tight against her body.
He shook his head and said, "You know that no one will be looking for you, Lisa. You took care of that when you wrote that letter for Tony."
Lisa stared at him for a moment and then she began beating at the bed. "That rotten, no good, son-of-a-bitch! He fucked me, robbed me, and sold me, and I helped him all the way!"
Holt moved a little closer to her and put his arms around her. "There, there! You mustn't upset yourself, Lisa. It's not as bad as you think it is. Though you may not believe this, our friend Tony probably did you the favor of your life."
"What are you talking about?" Lisa cried. "I'm chained up! I'm a slave and you call that a favor?" 'The chains are only a temporary measure, my dear. I can assure you that they will be removed when we are sure that you can be trusted," Holt said, running his fingers over her face in a soothing gesture.
Tears were forming in Lisa's eyes. She sniffled. "You said that Tony did me the favor of my life. What did you mean by that?"
Holt smiled and his fingers moved down the side of her neck to her shoulders, tracing light patterns on her smooth skin. "Tell the truth, Lisa," Holt said. 'Were you happily married to an exciting, wealthy, man?"
"No! What's that got to do with this?"
His fingers moved over her shoulders and he said, "How was your sex life?"
That's none of your business!" Lisa cried, angrily.
"I'd say it was lousy," Holt said, moving his fingers down over her shoulders to the swell of her tits.
Lisa's mind was full of confusion. Here she was, in a strange place that looked like the motel but wasn't, with chains on her ankles, and a man that she had never seen before was running his fingers over her skin. She liked the feel of his fingers on her body but at the same time she was madder than hell that he should be touching her, as if she was his property.
"Stop doing that!" Lisa cried, as his fingers moved over her silken globes and took hold of her nipples.
Holt lightly squeezed each of her nipples between his thumbs and fingers and looked into her eyes as he felt her flesh swelling and responding to his touch.
"I said stop it!" Lisa cried, again and she grabbed at his hands, pushing them away from her swollen nipples.
Holt threw back his head and laughed. "How typically female! Your flesh responds, signaling, beyond the slightest doubt, that you are enjoying the touch of my fingers on your tits and you haven't the honesty to say you enjoy what I'm doing. Instead, you push my hands away! How typically female and juvenile you are!"
He laughed again and Lisa cried, "Stop that! Stop laughing at me!"
"I'll stop laughing if you stop acting like a foolish ass and begin acting like a woman!" Holt said, reaching out quickly to take her tits into his hands again.
"Damn you!" she cried, as he rolled her tits around in his hands and began kneading her silken flesh. "Damn you to hell!"
"You love it, don't you, Lisa? You love having your tits handled and squeezed and played with, as I am playing with them, don't you?" Holt asked, squeezing them tight in his hands.
"Yes, damn you! But ... but I don't even know you! I'm not even sure of where I am or what's going to happen to me!" Lisa sobbed. "How can I relax and enjoy what you're doing when things are the way J they are?"
"You must learn to accept the things that excite your senses without question, my dear. Take what you can, from whatever direction it comes, and from whoever it comes, for your own satisfaction. As long as you are enjoying yourself, why question the source of that enjoyment?"
She felt her erect nipples moving against the palms of his hands and she loved it, as she always loved having her tits touched. "I'm enjoying it, sir ... Master, but I'm still upset about what's going to happen to me!"
"Everything that is good is going to happen to you, Lisa," Holt said, taking his hands off her tits and gently pushing her down so she was laying on her back. "You haven't been mistreated, yet, nor are you going to be, if you are a good girl."
Lisa felt his hands on her skin again. He was moving his fingers down over her belly and around her navel. She looked up at him and said, "Master, couldn't you tell me where I am and what I'm doing here?"
He moved his fingers back and forth over her belly, stroking and kneading her smooth flesh. "Where you are is unimportant, Lisa. You are here because you happen to be an attractive, well developed, young female. You are here to experience and to give pleasure, and because you are a sexually responsive creature, I am sure that you will learn to experience, and to give, to the highest degree of your sensuality. You will experience and do things that you never dreamed of. You will do these things without shame or false feelings of guilt and you will learn to live for your own pleasure!" he said.
She shook her head from side to side, as she felt his hands moving over her belly. His fingers were stroking lower and lower, moving into her cunt hair and bringing a feeling of warmth between her legs.
"God! I don't understand any of this, and I'm not even sure that it's happening!" she said, moving her pink tongue over her lips.
"Enjoy it!" Holt said, moving both of his hands down over the skin of her shapely legs, kneading and feeling.
"I am," she breathed, as she moved her legs slightly apart and closed her eyes.
His fingers went back up her legs and thighs to the swell of her belly. Then he moved them down into the muff of blonde pussy hair between her legs.
"You want me to touch your pussy, don't you, Lisa?" he asked, as she shifted her ass on the bed, moving her flesh closer to his fingers.
"Yessss! You're working me up and exciting me! Touch me! Do it!" she said, moving her ass again, impatiently.
Holt brought his fingers against the lips of her cunt and pushed into her, feeling the wet warmth of her sex closing around his skin. "Well! Your cunt is wet, my dear. You're very excited by what I'm doing to you, aren't you?"
Lisa groaned and thrusted up off the bed with her ass, driving her juicy pussy hard against his fingers.
"Yes! Very excited!" Holt whispered, moving his fingers back and forth inside her cunt with a hard, fucking motion.
Lisa twisted from side to side and her hands went to both her tits. She gripped them and began kneading her own flesh, while her ass moved in rhythm to Holt's stroking fingers.
Holt smiled and abruptly pulled his fingers out of Lisa's pussy.
Her eyes opened and she cried, 'What are you doing? Put your fingers back in me!"
Taking a cigar out of his shirt pocket, Holt said, "Later, my dear. I just wanted to prove a point and I believe that I did."
Her eyes narrowed as she watched him light the cigar. "You bastard! You get me all worked up and then leave me like this!"
He puffed at his cigar and said, "You'll get more than your share of sex, Lisa. The important thing to remember is that I am your Master and that you should show me the proper respect at all times." 'What choice have I got?" Lisa asked, taking her hands off her tits and closing her legs.
Holt patted her thigh and said, "None, actually. Now, would you like me to show you around your new home?"
"Okay."
He stood up and held out his hand. "Come, my dear. Just walk normally and you won't have any problems. If you try to run with those chains on, you're sure to have a nasty accident."
She swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up. Holt took her arm and led her out of the room.
As they were walking down the hall, Lisa asked, "Could you tell me what happened to the motel?"
Holt chuckled and said, "Certainly. The room you were just in is an exact duplicate of the one at the motel, which is many miles away. We found that our guests are less upset if they wake up in familiar surroundings."
Lisa felt the thick carpet under her feet and looked at the expensive drapes on the windows she passed. "All of this is yours?" she asked.
He smiled. "Every bit of it."
"You must have a pile of money."
"I believe the term is rich, my dear. I'm rich and getting richer with every passing minute," Holt replied, as he led her up to a door.
Without knocking on the door, Holt opened it and Lisa saw that it was a bedroom. It was richly furnished and a huge bed dominated the room. Lisa's mouth dropped open as she looked at the three people in the middle of the bed.
There were two young females, both brunettes, and a man of about fifty on the bed. One of the women was kneeling on the bed with her rounded ass up in the air, while behind her the man was holding fast to her dangling tits and driving his prick back and forth into her asshole. As Lisa watched in amazement, the other female smacked the flabby buttocks of the man with her hand and shouted, "FUCK HER ASS GOOD WITH THAT STIFF DICK OF YOURS!"
The female who was doing the slapping was wearing boots, as was the one who was being fucked up the ass. Then, Lisa noticed that the slapping female had a fake cock jutting out from between her legs and fastened to her with straps around her waist and legs.
The man's ass was a bright pink from the slaps that he had received, and he let out a groan of ecstasy as he shoved forward, driving his prick deep into the tight asshole he was fucking, while the other female brought her hand crashing down on his ass.
"Ohhhh, God! That's good, you fucking slave!" the man groaned. "Now! Use that big prick of yours on me, NOW!"
Lisa watched the woman pick up a small jar and unscrew the lid of it. "What's she going to do?" she asked.
Holt smiled. "Watch!"
The woman's fingers dipped into the jar and she brought them out covered with cream. She smiled and smeared the rubber cock between her legs with it. Then she took a smaller amount of the cream out of the jar and put the jar aside. Her fingers went to the crease between the man's meaty buttocks and she smeared the cream over his asshole.
The female who was taking it up the ass cried out, "God, Master! Your cock is killing me with pleasure! It feels so good up my ass that I'm going to come!"
"Come, you bitch! Come and then swing around and suck my prick while I'm being fucked!" the man cried, pumping his cock in and out of her, with a faster stroke.
"OH, YES! NOW!" the woman sobbed, shoving her ass back against the man's belly.
The female who was greasing the man's ass, asked, "Are you ready for my big cock, Master?"
"Just a second, slave, until this cunt under me gets herself turned around!" the man said, drawing his cock out from between her asscheeks.
Lisa couldn't believe her eyes. She watched the woman roll over under the man and move down until her mouth was right under his stiff prick. She reached up and took hold of his balls and cock, opening her mouth wide to take him inside it.
"Suck it good!" he cried, pushing forward and driving his rod deep into her mouth, as her lips closed around him.
Then the woman in back of him took hold of his buttocks and pulled them apart, revealing his greasy asshole. Smiling, the woman moved closer to the man until the stiff, rubber cock was pressed against the flesh of his ass.
"DO IT! FUCK ME, SLAVE!" the man cried, pushing back against the fake cock.
The woman gripped his hips in her hands and pushed forward, driving the big, rubber cock into the man's asshole. Lisa held her breath as inch by inch the fake prick was shoved deep into the man's rectum, while the man sighed out his pleasure.
"I don't believe it!" Lisa said, shaking her head.
"Do you like what you're seeing?" Holt asked.
"It's ... it's weird! I never saw anything like it!" Lisa said, watching the woman moving the fake cock back and forth, fucking the man's ass with hard fast strokes.
Holt smiled. "They're having fun, dear. It seems strange to you now, because of your limited experience but in a few days you'll be enjoying yourself just the way they are."
Sucking sounds came from the female who was squeezing the man's balls and sucking on his cock. The man was grunting as the fake cock slid in and out of his asshole with hard thrusts from the female behind it.
A few minutes more of this brought a sob from the man. "I'm coming! Shove that dick of yours in all the way, bitch! Oh, God, I'm coming!"
The fake cock was driven all the way into his ass while the female sucking on his cock gobbled down all of the cream that jetted out of his prick. The man's body shook for a few moments and then he said, "Okay, baby, pull it out! I'm all finished!"
The woman gave his buttocks a little squeeze and then pulled the rubber cock out of his asshole, while the other woman was running her tongue over his prick, licking the head of it.
The man pulled his prick away from her and rolled over on his back. "Ahhhh!" he said, with a smile. Then he noticed Holt and Lisa for the first time. His smile widened. "Larry, this is heaven!"
"Are you enjoying yourself, Ray?" Holt asked, leading Lisa closer to the bed.
Ray chuckled and rubbed his prick. "Are you kidding? At the prices you charge, you can bet your ass that I'm enjoying myself! Not that I'm complaining you understand. I feel like a kid again and for the first time in my life I can do anything in bed that I want to!"
"Then your slaves are satisfactory?"
Ray reached out and took hold of the big tits of one of the women. He gave them a squeeze and said, "They're the greatest! I want to buy one of them to take with me when I leave here but I'll be damned if I can choose between them!"
Why choose?" Holt asked. "Why not buy both of them, Ray? You know you'll never be able to spend all the money you've got."
Ray laughed and said, "Not a bad idea, Larry. Tell me, will you give me a special price on the two of them?"
Shaking his head, Holt said, "Not a chance, Ray."
"I should've known better than to have asked," Ray said, with a smile. Then he took a good look at Lisa, running his eyes over her tits and belly. "Hey, who's that?"
Holt put his arm around Lisa's waist. "Oh, forgive my poor manners. This is a new girl, Ray. Her name is Lisa James and she just arrived last night. Say hello to Mr. Manning, Lisa."
Lisa instinctively put one of her hands over her pussy while her arm went to shield her tits from Manning's lecherous gaze. She looked at his fat face, his big nose, and thick lips and decided that if he put his hands on her, that she'd scratch his eyes out. "Hello," Lisa managed to say.
Ray licked his lips. "Sure is the shy type, isn't she? The way she's hiding those goodies of hers, you'd think they was made out of gold or something."
"She'll get over that. She's led a very sheltered life," Holt said, giving Lisa a squeeze.
"Maybe you ought to leave her with me for a while, Larry. I could lay this whip of mine on her and break her in right nice for you," Ray said, gripping his limp cock and shaking it.
"I'm sure you could, Ray but I think you've got enough to do just taking care of Sally and Tina."
Ray's thick lips twisted in an obscene leer and he squeezed Sally's left tit, while she smiled at him. "I take good care of you, don't I, baby?"
Her hand moved to Ray's balls and she gripped them in her hand, massaging them. "You sure do, honey! You fuck like a young bull and the come from your cock is like caviar!"
Ray turned to Tina, who was wearing the fake cock. "How about you, Tina? You got any complaints?"
Tina smiled and wrapped her arms around Ray's neck. "Are you kidding, Master? I've never known a man like you, and the things that you think up for us to do are out of sight!"
Ray winked at Holt and said, "You see what I mean, Larry? You need any help breaking that tasty piece of ass, or any of the others you got in, you just yell for Ray, you hear?"
"I'll do that," Holt said. "Just as long as you're enjoying your stay with us, Ray. That's the important thing; to enjoy yourself."
"You know it!" Ray said, taking hold of Tina's neck and pushing her face down towards his cock. "A hardon a day keeps the doctor away!"
Lisa watched Tina grab hold of Ray's cock and gobble it into her mouth, hungrily.
"See you later, Ray," Holt said. "Come, Lisa, there's so much more for you to see."
As they left the room, Tina's head was bobbing up and down over Ray's cock, while Sally was running her tongue over his ear.
CHAPTER FOUR
Holt escorted Lisa all over his mansion and showed her various rooms where his guests were enjoying themselves. Some of it, like Ray Manning getting fucked up the ass, turned her completely off, but there was plenty to turn her on. By the time Holt took her to his room, Lisa was definitely turned on.
"Here's a room that I'm sure you'll enjoy, my dear," Holt said, opening the door to his room.
Lisa stepped into the room and felt the thick, white carpet under her feet. She looked around the room as Holt closed the door behind them. What a bed! she thought, looking at the super king-sized bed that dominated the room.
"Who's room is this?" she asked.
"Mine. Do you like it?" Holt asked, leading her over to the bed.
Lisa giggled and flopped down on the big bed. "Like it? I'll say I do! It's like something out of the movies. You know, I used to go to the movies and see people living in houses like this, but I never thought I'd wind up in one."
Holt looked down at Lisa lying on the bed and he felt his cock swelling a little. His fingers went to the buttons on his shirt, and he quickly unbuttoned them as he said, "A woman with a body and face like yours should live in luxury, Lisa. If you're a good slave and do exactly what you're told you can have a life like this."
Lisa smiled up at him as he stripped his shirt off. "For something like this, you can be sure that I'm going to be a good little slave, master!"
"You'll do everything I or anyone else tells you to do, without question or argument?" Holt asked, pulling the zipper down on his slacks.
"Yes!" Lisa said, watching his pants sliding to the floor.
"You'll fuck and suck and make the people you do it with believe that you axe enjoying yourself at all times?" Holt asked, pulling his shorts down.
"Yes, Master!" Lisa replied, and then her eyes widened as she saw Holt's big prick. "Wow! Is that all you?"
"You're about to find out," Holt said, kicking his shoes off along with his shorts. "First I'll set the mood with a little music and a change in the lighting."
Holt pushed a few buttons on a control panel beside the bed and the drapes on the windows closed, while red lights went on and soft, throbbing African music came from speakers around the room.
"Wow!" Lisa said.
He opened a silver box beside the bed and took two joints from it. Sticking one in his mouth, he passed the other to Lisa.
' She took it. "What's this?"
Grass, baby," Holt said, lighting his joint and then holding the match out for Lisa.
Lisa shook her head and said, "No, thanks. I don't want to get hooked on that stuff
"Smoke it, Lisa! Without question or argument, as you promised, or do I have to force you?"
She stuck the joint in her mouth and bent her head to receive a light. She took a long drag on the joint and drew the smoke down into her lungs. Then she quickly let it out as she began coughing.
Holt slapped her on the back and said, "Easy! Draw it slowly down into your lungs and hold it there. Puff slowly and enjoy the taste of it but go easy."
Lisa looked at him and between coughs, "I wish you wouldn't make me...."
"Shut up and smoke!" Holt said, running his fingers over her thighs.
His fingers dug into her skin, kneading her flesh and moving closer and closer to her waiting cunt. She kept her feet together and opened her legs, bending them so her pussy would be open to his fingers.
"Mmmmm!" she sighed, as his fingers moved slowly up the moist slit of her sex, stroking and feeling. "That feels so good!"
Holt pushed his fingers into her pussy and began moving them back and forth in a slow fucking motion. He watched Lisa's face as she puffed on the joint and began moving her hips in a gentle thrusting movement that kept time with his thrusts and the throbbing, jungle rhythm of the music that flooded the room.
Lisa had her eyes closed and her pink tongue was moving across her wet, red lips, sensuously, as his fingers stroked a little faster in answer to the increasing tempo of the drums.
She took another drag on the joint and said, "Fuck me, Master! I want your big cock inside me! I need it!"
"I know, Lisa. I can feel the juice in your pussy, flowing and wetting my fingers. Your cunt was made for fucking and your mouth was made for sucking. I'd like to see those sexy lips of yours wrapped around my prick. Would you like to suck my prick, Lisa?"
He had four of his fingers, held tight together, and moving in and out in a fast fucking rhythm, while she threw her belly at his hand.
"Okay, anything! As long as you make me come!" she said, thrusting her ass off the bed, wildly.
Holt pulled his fingers out of her and took a deep drag on the small joint in his hand.
Lisa's eyes jerked open and her ass dropped back on the bed. "What in the hell are you doing? Why'd you stop like that again?"
"Because you need a lesson, my pet," Holt said.
She stuck the joint between her lips and kicked at the bed in anger. "Man, this is the second fucking time that you got me all worked up and then stopped cold! What the fuck land of treatment do you call this?" she cried.
Holt reached out and took the joint from between her lips. Then he hauled off and smacked Lisa across the mouth as hard as he could. She screamed and then threw her hands to cover her face, as he drew back his hand to hit her again.
"No, stop!" she cried. "Don't hit me!"
He straddled her chest and grabbed a handful of her hair. He yanked her head up and pushed her face tight against his cock and balls.
"I asked you if you wanted to suck my prick and you come up with a dull answer like, 'Okay, anything! As long as you make me come!' Listen carefully, slave and learn this lesson!" Holt said, rubbing her face back and forth across his balls. "When a man asks you if you'd like to suck his prick, you act like you've been just given the greatest prize, the greatest treasure, the finest treat in the world! Lick your lips and act like you want to suck that cock more than anything else in this world! Do you understand?"
He let go of her hair and she slowly moved her face away from his crotch. His thick, hard cock was towering over her head and the base of it rubbed against the end of her nose.
"Jesus, Master! God, you know I want to suck your prick! I want to suck it so bad, that it makes my pussy juice up just to think about getting that rod of yours in my mouth!" she said, lifting her head a little to lick at the shaft of his prick.
Holt smiled and ran his fingers gently through her hair as he watched her pink tongue pressing against his stiff cock.
"You learn fast, Lisa!" Holt said, pulling back a little so he could aim the big head of his prick at her lips. "You see, my dear, it is important to make your sex partners, no matter who they are, believe that you are enjoying doing the things you do with them. You must learn to praise a man's cock and make love to it with your mouth, your hands, your whole body."
"I do love it, Master! I love the smell of your balls and the taste of your cock! I was born to suck your prick and it's all I want to do!" Lisa cried, slurping at his prick and trying to get her mouth on it.
"Very good, Lisa," Holt noted, swinging his legs off her. "Remember to be vocal, dear. Men and women both like to hear words of appreciation and admiration. You see, in our fucked up society, people are brought up to regard that area between their legs with a kind of loathing. Children are taught that sex is dirty, and that they should keep their hands off that thing between their legs. They are also warned about letting others touch it, until they develop this big thing about their things. Consequently, the average male grows up with an inferiority complex about his dick."
Lisa took another drag on her joint and nodded. "I know just what you mean," Lisa said, with a giggle. "Ralphie, my husband, used to get undressed in the dark, and he kept his hand over his cock whenever he thought I might be looking."
"Exactly! In the normal scheme of things, the average woman sees more guns than cocks and more examples of killing and violence than of loving and fucking. Do you know that more people know how to kill than know how to fuck properly?" Holt asked, finishing the joint in his hand.
"You know, I never thought about it before, but you're right!" Lisa said, putting out her joint in the ashtray beside the bed.
"Of course!" Holt said, feeling himself get very high from the grass. "Men and women would be a lot happier if they took individual pride in their bodies. A naked cock is a work of art, as is the naked cunt, and both ought to be appreciated as such!"
Lisa was very high and a big smile crossed her face. "God, I feel so good and all kind of floaty, like I could fly right off this bed if I just thought about it long enough."
"You're high," Holt said, bending his head to run his tongue over Lisa's big nipples. He tongued each of them, slowly, while Lisa brought her hands to the back of his neck and began running her fingers lazily through his hair.
"Oh, Jesus! Your tongue feels so good on my nipples! Nibble them, Master!" Lisa said, scratching the back of his neck with her nails.
His fingers gripped the lush fullness of her splendid tits and he began kneading them, while he gently nibbled on her erect and throbbing nipples. As he nibbled, his tongue washed back and forth over them, tasting her flesh.
"Oh, Master, the pleasure you are giving me is out of this world! I've only been with you for a few hours, and already I've had more sensations and pleasures than I've had in all my dull life!" Lisa cried, wiggling her ass.
Holt took his mouth off her tits and waited for Lisa to object. She looked up at him with eyes filled with adoration.
"The music and this bed under me and your naked body and the lights in this room! Everything is so fantastic!" Lisa said, reaching out for his stiff prick.
"I think you're ready for better things, Lisa. First I'll take those chains off your ankles so you can move anyway you want. Then, I'll get on the phone and get Rhonda and a friend to join us."
Lisa's fingers were wrapped around his prick. She moved them slowly up and down, delighting in the silky feel of his cock flesh moving against her fingers and the palm of her hand.
"Do we need anyone else, Master?" she asked, jerking him slowly. "I need nothing but you and your fantastic cock."
Holt moved his fingers over her belly and down into her warm, wet cunt. He fingered her pussy lips and said, "I appreciate that, Lisa, but think of the possibilities. Did you ever have a cock in your mouth while someone was eating your asshole or pussy? Or how about someone kissing you on your mouth, while someone else sucks your tits, and still another is eating your cunt and ass?"
She clutched his prick tight in her hand as if she were trying to strangle it. "Wow! That sounds wild! Just hearing about it and having my hand on your silky prick, like this, and your hand between my legs, almost makes me cream!"
Holt chuckled. "You'll cream, my sexy pet! We'll have you coming all over the walls before we're through with your luscious ass!"
Lisa squirmed and begged, "Master, please take these chains off my ankles! I want to move and do so many things!"
Taking his hand off her pussy, Holt reached over and opened a drawer. He pulled out a key ring, selected the right key, and quickly unlocked the ankle cuffs Lisa was wearing.
As soon as the cuffs were off, Lisa rolled all over the bed, giving Holt delightful views of her ass, tits, cunt, and legs. Then she moved to the side of the bed where Holt was standing, swung her feet to the floor and knelt at his feet, with her hands reaching around in back of him to grip his buttocks.
She moved her face against his cock and balls.
Please, Master, may I suck your cock? I need to have that prick of yours shoved down my throat and all over my tongue."
He reached down and took hold of his shaft, holding it in one hand, while his other hand moved to the back of her head. "Here it is, my pet," Holt said, pressing it against her red lips. "I'll feed it to you!"
Her lips opened hungrily and her fingernails dug into the cheeks of his ass, urging him forward and letting him know that she wanted the whole length of his prick in her mouth. He held the back of her head and slowly pressed his prick forward, watching her lips stretching around his thick shaft.
"Ah, that's it, my sweet slave! Suck it and swirl that juicy tongue of yours around and around my cockhead!" Holt said, giving her another inch of his prick.
Lisa's hands came up and one of them gripped his balls while the other wrapped around his shaft, drawing it towards her mouth. She was sucking at it as if it was the source of life and she was trying to get her nourishment from it.
"Just keep sucking while I call," Holt ordered working his hips back and forth, moving his thick cock back and forth over her swirling, licking tongue.
More of his cock entered her mouth as he reached for the phone. He pressed a button on it and the telephone was turned into a microphone that broadcast his voice into every room in the mansion.
"Rhonda, darling, this is daddy. Wherever you are and whatever you're doing, dearest, come to my room and bring Mr. Brown with you," Holt said. Then he added, "Fun and games, love!"
He put the phone down and felt his cock throbbing inside Lisa's mouth. She had almost all of his long prick deep in her throat and she was trying to get the last two inches in so her lips would be pressed against his belly.
Holt drew his prick back and shoved forward, holding her head tight in his hands. Her lips touched the base of his cock and Holt heard her sigh with pleasure.
"That's good, my sweet cocksucker! You have talented lips and the natural love of a cock between your lips and in your mouth that is necessary to make you an artist of the art of sucking a prick!"
Lisa pulled her lips lovingly back over the length of his throbbing prick, until her lips were pressed against the tip of it. "I love your cock, Master! I never thought that sucking could be so much fun!" Holt reached down and pulled her to her feet. He held her close and felt her tits pressing against his chest, while his cock pressed against her hairy snatch.
"There are many treats in store for you, Lisa," Holt said, running his hands down her back to the cheeks of her ass. As his fingers spread the cheeks of her ass, he said, "The first of your treats will be a little doggy-style fucking."
She felt his fingers pressing against her puckered asshole and she squirmed against him, caressing his cockhead with her smooth belly.
"I need it, bad, Master! I need your beautiful rod in my juicy cunt!" she whispered, between licks at the skin of his neck with her tongue.
"On the bed, on your hands and knees and let the cheeks of your luscious ass point towards me," Holt commanded, pushing her on the bed.
Lisa quickly moved on the bed, kneeling on her hands and knees with her asscheeks aimed at Holt's prick. "Give it to me, Master!" she cried, wiggling her ass at him.
"One second, my pet," Holt said, reaching for a small bottle. "I have to prepare your ass and pussy for the ultimate in sensation."
"Hurry, Master, please! I need a fuck so badly that my cunt is on fire!" Lisa cried, rocking her body back and forth.
Holt unscrewed the cap from the bottle and poured a small amount of fragrant, body oil into the palm of his hand. Then he put the bottle back on the table beside the bed and washed his hands together, spreading the oil on both his hands and his fingers.
His hands moved on her silky buttocks, smearing the oil on her skin and kneading it into her flesh. Then his fingers moved to the crease between her ass cheeks and he spread the oil all the way down to her rosebud of an anus.
As his fingers pinched at the delicate skin around her asshole, Lisa gave a sigh and said, "Oh, Master, that feels so good and what is that delicious smell?"
"Honeysuckle body oil, baby. It's to make your asshole smell nice and to spread a gentle warmth in that area that you will soon find very exciting. It will make your asshole feel as though there are tiny mouths nipping at your flesh," Holt said, pressing his finger into her rectum.
Lisa's ass gleamed from the red lights shinning on it, as Holt's hands continued to grease her asshole and cunt lips.
"Ohhhh! I can feel it, Master! Just like you said, on my asshole! It feels like somebody struck a match back there and that there's a lot of little mouths sucking and nibbling on my rear end!" Lisa said, wiggling her ass.
Holt reached down and took his prick in his hand. It was as hard as a steel pipe and Holt felt a flood of pride in his manhood wash over him as he caressed his rigid, silk-like flesh.
"My prick is hard, Lisa! Throbbing hard from looking at your flesh and playing with your ass. This stiff prick is my overwhelming compliment to your female body, my sexy sweet, for my prick does not rise without good cause," Holt moaned, moving forward until the head of his cock was within kissing distance to the juicy lips of her sex.
A shiver went up Lisa's spine. "Jesus, this is beautiful, Master! You haven't even touched my pussy with your cock yet but you've got me so worked up that when you shove it into me, I just know that I'm going to come!"
At that moment the door to the room opened and Rhonda walked into the room followed by a slim looking man of forty. Rhonda was a vision of erotic beauty, from her turquoise eyes, that were exquisitely made-up with light blue eyeshadow, to the very brief costume that she wore on her flawless body. Her bikini top and bottom was made from fine silver links that were so fine that her nipples and the lips of her cunt, in outline, could be seen pressing against the costume. Her long, copper red hair flowed around her naked shoulders and seemed to glow with an inner fire as she walked towards her father's bed.
"How is our little, sweet slave coming along, daddy?" Rhonda asked, walking up beside her father and giving one of his buttocks a nice squeeze.
Holt smiled at his daughter, and touched his prick head to the lips of Lisa's aroused and wet cunt lips. Rhonda watched and her lipsticked mouth opened in a wide smile as she saw the way Lisa's body twitched and jumped at the touch of her father's penis.
"It was a foolish question, wasn't it, darling?" Rhonda asked, reaching down to touch one of the blue veins on his pulsating prick, while her lips and tongue sought his lips and tongue.
Holt's bps closed around his daughter's saliva coated tongue and he sucked on it hungrily, while Rhonda dug her fingernails gently into his shaft. As she scratched his aroused flesh, she felt his tongue spear into her mouth and she sucked at it as if it was his cock.
Then Holt broke the kiss and said, "Put my cock in her, Rhonda. Let her have a taste of real prick!" Rhonda laughed sexily and gave his prick a hard squeeze. "I don't know if this worthless slave deserves meat like this, daddy. I think it would feel better in my twat than hers."
Holt's hand dropped to her belly and his fingers moved through her copper cunt hair that showed above her bikini bottom. Down beneath the skimpy bottom his fingers moved, caressing her warm, moist sex lips, while her fingers played up and down the length of his throbbing prick.
"I know that my cock would feel better in your divine cunt, my child, but I must give slave, Lisa, the feel of a good fuck. I will attend to your pussy when I am finished with hers," Holt said, squeezing the lips of her cunt together.
"You're a teasing bastard, daddy! How will my cunt be entertained while you're fucking this slave?"
"I'll leave that up to your imagination, darling." Rhonda smiled back at her father and then turned to the man, who had followed her into the room. "Vic," she said, in a sexy voice, "come over here."
Vic Brown was standing a few feet away staring at Lisa's quivering, oily ass and her cunt lips that were waiting for Holt's prick. His mouth was open a little,-with his tongue licking his lips, and he held half a hardon in his hand. At the sound of Rhonda speaking his name, Vic's eyes swung to her beautiful face and a shy smile crossed his lips.
"Uh, yes!" Vic said, letting go of his hardon as if it might bum him.
"Daddy said that I might choose a way to entertain my pussy while he is busy fucking. I was wondering if you might want to do a little screwing with me?"
"God, yes!" Vic said, with a big smile of anticipation.
While she held her father's cock with one hand, Rhonda reached out with her other and took hold of Vic's stiffening rod. "How about that cock on him, daddy? Would you like to see him fucking me?"
"It might be interesting to see, darling but you know the house rule."
Vic's cock grew harder in Rhonda's clinging fingers and he asked, breathlessly, "What's the house rule?"
Rhonda's hand jerked at Vic's prick, increasing the size of it and increasing Vic's desire to bury his cock in the depths of Rhonda's pussy. "The house rule is daddy's big tease and I think it's stingy of him, too!"
"Vic, my devil bitch daughter is having a little harmless fun at your expense. The house rule is that no one, and that means absolutely no one but me is allowed to fuck my daughter. It is the way she wants it and since I believe that my daughter's delectable pussy is mine, it is the way I demand it," Holt said, very high on the grass.
Vic's expectant smile turned to a look of utter disappointment.
Rhonda licked her lips. "You aren't allowed to put your cock in my cunt, dear Mr. Brown, but there's nothing in the house rules against sucking your cock. Daddy does allow me to give exciting blow-jobs that'll blow your mind along with your "pipe". You would like to have my big, sexy lips wrapped around your cock, wouldn't you, Mr. Brown?"
Her fingers had gathered up Vic's balls and she was holding them against his cock as she stroked him back and forth.
Vic swallowed and he began getting red in the face. He looked at Holt and said, in a quavering voice, "She's teasing me again, isn't she? If you wouldn't allow her to fuck anybody else, then you wouldn't want somebody sticking their dick down her throat."
"I don't mind her sucking cock at all. She loves to suck a good, stiff dick, and to deny her that pleasure would be perverted of me. Besides, it sharpens her performance and makes her able to suck my cock to an even constantly, increasing perfection. Simply, Vic, this means that she sucked my cock to as great a climax last night as man could possibly want or expect. I mean, she sucked my prick as if she were trying to suck my soul out of my cock, along with my hot cream. So, it was mind blowing and fantastic beyond description, and so far beyond what I ever thought a female could do to me. On top of that, my friend, I am certain that she will surpass last evening's performance tonight, and once again take me past perfection, or beyond the beyond!"
"Jesus!" was all Vic could mutter.
"Thanks for the compliments, daddy. I am to suck Mr. Brown's cock while you fuck the slave. That still leaves my hole unstuffed or unsatisfied. You know that will never do!"
Holt's index finger moved slowly down the lips of Rhonda's wet pussy. "I am sure that we can persuade Lisa to tongue fuck your delicious slit. It will give her the much needed experience of tasting the fruits of a woman's body, and in particular the honey that drips from your vagina."
Rhonda let go of Vic's throbbing prick and moved the head of her father's cock against Lisa's excited pussy. She moved his cockhead in a circular motion that brought more shivers from Lisa's body and a low, animal type mating groan from her throat!
"I wouldn't mind allowing this slave the treat of licking my sweet pussy, but at an earlier meeting she seemed to be reluctant to indulge in any Lesbian experience. What would you do if she refused to suck my pussy and really put her heart and soul, to say nothing of her tongue, into the spirit of the thing?" Rhonda asked, pressing the tip of her father's prick into the valley between Lisa's buttocks and moving it up and down.
"Jesus! I've heard a lot of things in my time but this is the hottest conversation I ever heard between a father and his daughter. A few more minutes of this and I'm going to jerk this prick of mine off," Vic said, gripping his prick.
"That would be a shame, Mr. Brown, as I'm looking forward to getting all the cream in those big balls of yours right down my throat. Kinda slithery as it goes sliding down, with a slurp or two," Rhonda noted, pressing Holt's cock against Lisa's oily asshole.
"God damn!" Vic moaned.
"You were asking what I'd do if Lisa refused to show the proper appreciation for the honor of lapping your hairy cunt, Rhonda," said Holt. "First of all, the dear slave has had a change of heart and is now ready to perform any sexual act without argument, including eating your pussy out and licking your asshole. Now, if she has a change of heart I will kick her ass out of this house and have her returned to her former, dull life. How would you like that, Lisa?"
Lisa squirmed and cried, "No, Master, please! I want to eat your daughter's cunt and her ass and I'd really show her how much I love doing it!"
Rhonda smiled appreciatively. "How lovely. She certainly has changed her tune since I saw her last. I think her attitude deserves a reward and here it comes!"
With that, Rhonda brought her father's cock sliding down from Lisa's asshole to the lips of her pussy. She switched hands, grasping Holt's thick shaft with her left hand and her father's ass with right. She centered his prick in Lisa's slit and shoved forward on his ass.
"Fuck her!" she cried, moving her index finger to her father's asshole and pressing it into him, up to her knuckle.
Holt gave a gasp of surprise and pleasure as he felt Rhonda's finger penetrate his rectum and begin moving back and forth in a gentle fucking rhythm. He reached around in front of Lisa, who was groaning in ecstasy, and gripped her dangling tits, as his prick plumbed the depths of her juicy twat.
"Oh, Christ, it's fantastic!" Lisa cried, moving her ass back against his belly while the walls of her cunt moved and accommodated Holt's rigid cock.
"Uhmm! You have a tight snatch, my dear, that grips my prick like a fist! You will be a delightful fuck!" Holt said, drawing back on his juice covered shaft and plunging forward, while his fingers dug into her tits.
Rhonda pulled her finger out of her father's ass. "Okay, Mr. Brown, I'm going to lay down with my cunt under her mouth and I want you to just stand and watch what's going on for a few minutes before you join in. I want to make sure that this slave girl, here knows how to nibble my goodie before I get a mouthful of cock and won't be able to tell her if she's doing it right or not."
"Okay, but please hurry! I'm so hot that my balls are burning up!" Vic said, rubbing his crotch.
"I'll give you the word when I'm ready for you to straddle my neck and feed me that hard meat of yours," Rhonda said, moving on the bed.
Holt's ass was moving back and forth in time to the hot, jungle music that was coming from the stereo. He used his prick like a sword, spearing Lisa's vagina with hard humping thrusts that she answered with thrusts of her own.
Rhonda laid on her back with a pillow under head and another shoved under her ass. She flexed her long legs and spread them as if she was revealing the finest table and a delicious meal on it. Her hands moved lovingly down over her upthrust tits and caressed them, while Vic looked on with his tongue hanging slightly out and his prick stabbing the air with pulsating manhood. Her hands drifted reluctantly from her tits and she moved her palms down between her legs. Then, looking up into Lisa's pleasure-drugged eyes, Rhonda pressed her palms against her juicy cunt, wetting them.
Lisa licked her lips and a little of her saliva dripped down on Rhonda's belly. Rhonda raised her juice covered hands and pressed her palms against Lisa's lips and face.
"Nectar, slave! Lick it and taste my inner sex!" Rhonda said, in a voice haughty and full of command.
Lisa groaned and her tongue came hungrily out of her mouth, licking and pressing against the palms of Rhonda's hands. Her head moved from side to side as she licked, like some kind of puppy dog, gathering the flavor and scent of Rhonda's sex into her mouth.
"Oh, God, it's good!" Lisa cried, and no one, including Lisa herself could be sure whether she was talking about the dick that was fucking in and out of her squishy cunt or the taste of Rhonda's pussy juice.
"Enough!" Rhonda said, pulling her hand away. "Get your hands under my ass and lift my cunt to your lips and sip! Please me and perhaps I will let you eat me again."
Lisa shoved her hands under Rhonda's ass and gripped her rounded buttocks in her fingers, lifting, as her lips came down in a passionate kiss. She pressed her lips against Rhonda's sex lips and moved them from side to side.
"Hey, this slave has style!" Rhonda cried, completely surprised at the act of total devotion from Lisa.
"And a firm pussy!" Holt said, thrusting into Lisa's warm, clenching depths again and again.
Rhonda reached under her and unsnapped the silver bikini top she was wearing and pulled it away from her nipples. She felt Lisa's tongue tip moving slowly through her cunt hair and Rhonda's hands drifted to her tits. She looked up at Vic Brown as her fingers and thumbs began pinching at her nipples, making them swell to twice their size.
"Mr. Brown, would you like to suck my nipples for a few minutes?" Rhonda asked, as she felt Lisa's tongue growing bolder between her legs.
Vic let go of his stiff cock and cried, "I sure would!"
He crawled on the bed and over to Rhonda. She held her right tit in her hands and offered it up to his anxious mouth.
"Suck!" she cried.
His mouth came down on her breast and his fingers closed around the delicious globe, clutching at it feverishly. Her rubbery hard nipple was sucked between his wet lips and the loving suction began, as his tongue washed over her erect flesh.
"Ah! Mr. Brown, you certainly know how to suck tit! That's my big boy! Suck momma's nipple and make her feel good!" Rhonda said, playing with her other nipple and working her mouth in sucking motions.
Holt's cock pounded at Lisa's wet cunt, while his fingers played with Lisa's asshole, pinching and running his finger in and out of her rectum. Both of these actions thrilled Lisa to her core. She felt the pressure building up in the dripping walls of her pussy and she felt the gentle waves of contractions, moving over her inner belly.
"Ooooo!" she groaned against Rhonda's fragrant cunt, that smelled like flowers in a field. Lisa's mouth went crazy on Rhonda's cunt lips. She pressed her lips as far inside Rhonda's cunt lips as she could and then her tongue emerged from between her lips, pressing into Rhonda's pussy, like a cockhead unleashed from its sheath. Her fingers dug into the cheeks of Rhonda's perfect ass, loving the feel of skin upon skin, finger upon body, the texture of the silky globes, and she pulled Rhonda's ass tight while she burrowed and pressed her face tighter to Rhonda's cunt.
"Ah!" Rhonda sighed, thrashing and pressing up with her full hips, legs, and ass. "Oh, you fucking, beautiful, cuntlicking, slave! Deeper, cunt-lover, deeper! Into my womb, tongue!"
Vic Brown was trying to gain entrance to Rhonda's body from another direction; he was burrowing his face and mouth against her tits, licking and kneading, while his hard, thick prick, engorged with the throbbing blood of desire, rubbed its length against Rhonda's thigh.
"Please!" he sobbed, against her tit. "Let me put my prick in your mouth! Jesus, I have to come!"
"Come with thick jets of hot come, Mr. Brown? You want to make me swallow your come, tasting your juice against my tongue and then letting it slither down my throat, burning, into my belly, where I will digest that part of you?" Rhonda asked, pressing her thigh against Vic's hard thrusting penis head, letting it make little depressions in her flesh, till it moved on leaving a slight trail of male lubricating fluid behind on her skin. It flowed from the tip of his prick, from within the tiny-lipped, big hole, in the middle of his cockhead, with each word of sex from Rhonda's lips.
"Yeessss!" Vic groaned. "Suck me, please!"
Rhonda grabbed at his sandy blonde hair and pulled his face up from her saliva covered tits, so she could look in his hungry eyes. "Yesss!" she said, sharply. "It is time!"
"SON-OF-A-BITCH!" Vic cried, scrambling up on his knees to straddle her chest, like a alcohol crazed man that has been offered the last glass of whiskey in the world.
Rhonda plucked at his cock and balls as they neared her chin. She pulled at his cock, as if it were a banana and she was the world's hungriest monkey. Her hands gripped his male fruit and steered it to her lips, while Vic scooted himself up until his knees were on either side of Rhonda's exquisite face.
To Vic, as he looked down at her lips pressing kisses on the tip of his throbbing cock, it was as though an Arabian princess was kissing his cock. In his mind he saw scenes out of the harem pictures he had seen as a small boy. He closed his eyes and his boyhood fantasy returned; he WAS a sheik and this was his princess worshipping his flesh, his hard prick, showing everlasting devotion. He was truly a god, he thought, and his thoughts became as rockets when her lips drew up and around his cockhead, sucking it into the heaven of her mouth.
"GEE, GOD! I'M COMING!" Vic cried, feeling explosions within all his nerve centers. Explosions that tore his visions apart and filled them with blasts and flashes of color, color that was orgasm and ejaculation.
Rhonda's fingers and lips, milked at his cock head, drawing out with hard suction, the jets of thick, hot cream, that spewed from his pulsating shaft. She felt Lisa's hungry tongue and lips sucking madly at her clit and her mind exploded with the buzzing of impending orgasm.
She wiggled her hips and ground her pussy to her lover's face, smearing it with sex juice. Make me come! she thought. It's time, NOW!
Lisa's pleasure drenched brain reeled under the feeling of having her mouth on Rhonda's pussy, tasting her insides, while she knelt like a female dog, with a dick up her cunt, a finger pulling at her clit from in front and another finger shoved to the depths of her asshole, both of them fucking her in rhythm to the cock moving in and out of her pussy, while the scent of oil and sex juice mingled in her nose, the music throbbed louder and louder.
With Vic's announcement that he was coming, Holt cried, "YES! NOW!" and bathed Lisa's inner cunt with a shower of sperm from his swinging balls.
All four of them reached the supreme plateau moments beyond the other, in comes of ecstasy that racked and satisfied their minds and their senses, as well as their exterior body.
Then, after all the emotional tidal waves had become gentle swells of after glow, they rested, with faces pressed affectionately against their partner's sex flesh, in a complete circle of male and female, male and female, that remained unbroken for some sensual hours.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was seven-thirty in the evening of the following day. Rhonda and her father were sitting at their dinner table, while Cynthia, hovered nearby, nude, waiting to serve them in their slightest desire. She was deeply and impossibly in love with Lawrence Holt, worshipping him like a god, with her soul, mind, and body.
Boris sat nearby in front of a blazing fireplace, staring into the dancing flames and thinking his own secret thoughts. Though deep in thought, the hulking man kept a portion of his mind alert to Holt's slightest command.
Rhonda was eating succulent, jumbo shrimp with a tiny fork. She laughed as she bit into the crunchy fish with her teeth, tearing off a piece and drawing it into her mouth.
Holt dipped a piece of his shrimp into the hot sauce and nodded at the TV set. "She's a natural, huh? I've seen women come and go here, but that female is the fastest we've ever had," he said and stuck the shrimp in his mouth.
They were watching the TV set in the ceiling and Rhonda was controlling the picture by way of a remote control gadget that she held in her hand. On the screen, Vic Brown was sitting on the edge of his bathtub, while down on the floor, kneeling between his legs, was Lisa. She had his prick in her hands and she was licking it like a lollipop.
"Turn up the sound!" Holt said, pouring a little wine into his glass.
Rhonda pushed a button and they heard Vic cry, "Oh, sweet, Christ, woman! You're making my root feel so good!"
"It's king cock and I adore it!" Lisa cried, gripping his shaft with a pumping hand while her other fingers softly massaged his throbbing balls.
"Princess!" Vic sighed, running his fingers through her scented hair. "Suck, my Arabian princess!"
"Yes, Master!" Lisa answered, sweeping her tongue up the length of his cock, leaving wet paths of saliva rolling down his vein covered prick, until she reached the tip and her mouth opened wide to cover his cockhead with her clinging, sucking lips.
Rhonda felt a glow in the center of her cuntlips and she crossed her legs, gently squeezing her thighs together, and beginning the masturbation trick she had learned long before. She thought of how well Lisa's mouth and tongue had served her cunt and ass, the night before and she smiled at the memory.
"She's quite an accomplished sucker, daddy. Quite accomplished with both men and women," Rhonda said, taking another bite out of her shrimp, while her legs secretly increased her pleasure.
"An easy sale," Holt said, raising his wine glass to his lips. "She has the natural love of sucking that is so necessary to make a good sucker. She is the answer to Mr. Brown's fantasy and she will have a damned good life as his slave."
"One hundred thousand dollars for her," Rhonda said, chewing. "Another two hundred thousand for the girls that Ray Manning is buying."
Holt smiled and sipped some wine. "Yes, Sally and Tina. It was a damned good idea to give him both of those girls to see to his desires, my sweet. Naturally, after he got a taste of two women in bed to serve his pleasures he was unable to choose between them, so he wound up buying both."
"Daddy, you're a genius!" Rhonda said, moving her foot and leg under the table till her naked toes were pressing against his naked, hairy balls.
"Uhmmm!" Holt sighed, feeling her toes rubbing. "That's so dreamy, love, and something that, I might add, you haven't done in a long time."
Rhonda wiggled her toes, and then moved her foot so that the sole of it was moving over both his limp prick and balls. "I've been saving it for a special occasion, darling. I didn't mean to neglect you," Rhonda said, sexily blowing her father a kiss.
Holt felt his prick give a little twitch and he knew that it would soon be hard again and hungry for flesh. "You go ahead and play with my stinger while I attend to my mail," he said, reaching under the table to press his daughter's foot hard against his thickening cock.
Boris got up out of his chair and walked to a small table in the room; he picked up the mail and carried it to Holt.
"Thank you, Boris," Holt said, taking the packet of letters.
Rhonda's foot continued to play with her father's testicles while his cock stiffened and he read through some of the letters. He made several comments about his mail and then said, "Well, here's a letter from an old friend on Wall Street, Jim Anderson!"
He read quickly through the letter and let out a laugh. "I'll be damned. His wife, who was a cold assed woman, got killed in a plane crash, and from a mutual friend, Earle Relsac, he heard about our unique service. He wants to know if we can get him a chocolate model, about twenty or less, that will play house with him. He wants a real tigress and he's willing to pay double to get what he wants."
Rhonda stroked his shaft with her big toe. "You think Tony can come up with a black chick?"
"I believe so. Tony is a very resourceful fellow."
"But there aren't that many blacks in Harborville," Rhonda said.
"So he'll have to leave town to fulfill his assignment," Holt said, tickling the bottom of Rhonda's foot with the tip of his prick. Then he turned to Boris. "See that he gets the order, Boris. Tell him that it's worth four thousand."
Boris bowed his head and walked to the phone.
Holt came to the last letter. "A letter from the school."
He shook his head. "No, it's from Mr. Davison, the dean."
"Probably an old progress report," Rhonda said, settling back in her chair.
He opened the envelope and glanced down the single page. "It's a progress report, all right!" Holt said, angrily. "It's a request that I come to the school for a conference on whether your brother can remain at the school or not."
Rhonda clapped her hands together and said, "Fantastic! Jeff is coming home!"
Holt cleared his throat and looked sharply at his daughter. "Don't get all excited, my dear. I'm sure that I can induce Mr. Davison into letting Jeff remain in his care."
She pushed her foot flat against her fathers balls and said, "How much money will you offer Mr. Davison, daddy to keep your son penned up and away from any temptation here?
Her father crumpled the letter up in his fist and threw it down on the table. "I would hardly call Mr. Davison's School for Young Men a pen, Rhonda! It is a luxury school where character is taught as the fundamental ingredient to a young man's development."
"Bull shit! Are they teaching your son, my brother, how to screw, daddy? For all you know they might be teaching him to take it up the ass," Rhonda said, angrily. "I hear they do have that problem in those boys' schools.
"Your brother would hardly take it up the ass, pet," Holt said, taking a cigar from the box on the table. "Jeff is well adjusted sexually for a young man of eighteen!"
Rhonda took her foot away from her father's crotch and asked, "How would you know what his sexual adjustment is? You got him out of the house when he was fifteen. A lot can happen to a boy in two years, darling."
He drew on his cigar. "I get concise reports on my son once a month from the school, and they say nothing about a homosexual problem, Rhonda."
"You'd hardly expect them to advertise, would you?"
Holt stood up and pushed his chair back. "Let's end the discussion right here, Rhonda. You know I hate to quarrel with you, especially in front of our slaves."
Rhonda looked at Cynthia. "You can say anything you want in front of Cynthia, darling. She's so hungry for a taste of that prick of yours that she can't even hear what we're saying."
Her father's eyes narrowed. "That is quite enough! I will go to my library and call the school. I'm sure that Mr. Davison can come to an agreement with me that will straighten everything out!"
Rhonda laughed. "You're really afraid of him aren't you, daddy? Your own son and you're so afraid of him that you have to make sure he stays in that fucking, queer school!"
He stood glaring at his daughter for a moment, his eyes blazing with fury, and then he turned to walk away, naked, towards the door to his library.
Rhonda sat still for a moment and then she jumped up, pushed her chair out of the way and ran naked, except for a rhinestone G string that she wore, up to her bedroom.
She burst into her room, slamming the door behind her, and threw herself across her bed, burying her tits in the mink spread on it. Her hand reached out and carefully she raised the telephone off its receiver. She held it to her ear and slowly pressed a button that put her on the same line as her father in the library.
She heard her father's voice say, "Mr. Davison?
This is Larry Holt."
"Yes, Mr. Holt," Davison answered. "I guess you got my letter."
"Yes, Howard, I did," Holt said. "What seems to be the problem?"
"There's quite a few, Mr. Holt...." Davison began.
"Call me Larry, Howard," Holt said, interrupting.
Davison cleared his voice and said, Larry, the whole situation has changed in the last hour. I'm sorry to tell you that I received word less than ten minutes ago that your son, Jeffrey has left the school, clothes and all. I was going to call you as soon as I verified this information.
Holt chuckled and said, "Howard, you can't be serious! My son a runaway?"
Rhonda's mouth opened in a wide smile as she heard Davison say, "I assure you that I'm very serious. Runaway is one of the lesser things that I could call your son."
"What? What's that?" Holt asked, anxiously. What else has he done?"
"Activities that I'm sure you wouldn't want me to discuss over the phone, Mr. Holt. Intimate activities, if you read my meaning," Howard Davison said, in a whispering voice.
Holt cried, "WHAT? I order you to tell me just what you're talking about without all this jerking around!"
"Remember you asked for it this way!" Davison warned.
Her father screamed at Davison again and then Rhonda heard Davison begin his incredible tale. It seemed that the school had come upon evidence of a call girl ring operating on the school property, supplying all kinds of women for the young men of the student body and some of the faculty. In fact some of the faculty were so involved and corrupted by these ladies-for-pay that they helped to stage full scale orgies in the school building, where incredible sexual perversion was noted by a decent staff member, who chanced on the scene by accident.
Davison continued. "Naturally, my trusted and loyal staff member, one of the few who could never be corrupted, came and reported this gross incident to me. A full scale investigation and questioning of some of the weaker participants in this degrading and lewd spectacle, revealed the existence of a cancerous growth in this academy of high ideals, that was eating away at its vitals...."
"Damn it, man, make your point, without the speech!" Holt cried.
"I am coming to the point, Mr. Holt," Davison said. "I am sorry that this situation has me so upset but this is MY school and my life's work! Mr. Davison's School for Young Men turns out men of quality and moral integrity, and has done so for a number of years. We have a reputation to protect, and our clients have a right to expect that, when they give to us their sons for molding we return to them MEN that they can be proud of!"
Sort of like a factory, Rhonda thought to herself. We manufacture MEN!
"Are you trying to say that my son was part of this orgy, Davison?" Holt shouted.
Davison explained that at first, when they investigated, they believed Jeffrey Holt to be just an innocent victim of carnal corruption, but upon further investigation they learned that HE was the devil behind this corruption.
"ARE YOU SAYING THAT MY SON WAS RUNNING A-A CALL-GIRL RACKET?" Holt screamed.
"Yes sir! He and a local call-girl set up an operation, and he was the head of it!" Davison cried.
"They, or should I say, YOUR SON, induced a female member of my staff to become one of these play-for-pay creatures! Naturally, when his part in this matter became known, what else could he do but flee?"
"IMPOSSIBLE!" Holt roared.
"I am in possession of his record books of this operation and I can assure you that all the handwriting in these records is your son's."
"I'll be damned!" Holt cried.
Davison said, "Now I am sure that you will understand my reluctance to go into this over the phone. Naturally, the school feels that to prosecute your son for this affair would only lead to unpleasant publicity for you and this school. We would like to see the guilty parties punished, but to do so would also injure the innocent, who deserve no smears to their reputation by association."
"A wise point, Howard," Holt said. "I want to thank you for the wise way you're handling this, and I'd like to tell you that I'm certainly going to remember this with a generous contribution to your building fund!"
Rhonda put the phone down while Mr. Davison was expressing his hope that the wayward youth would soon be found. She smiled as she thought of her handsome brother.
"A chip off the old block!" Rhonda said, rolling Over on her back and looking up at her almost naked reflection in the mirrors on her ceiling. She stared up at her reflection and saw her big, cherry nipples in the center of her lovely tit mounds. She felt her nipples stiffen as she thought of her brother and his naked, young male body.
"Eighteen years old," she whispered, out loud.
"I'll bet his dick has grown even sweeter and bigger in the last two years. Probably another two inches or more!"
As her nipples became erect, her fingers slowly moved up from her lush hips to the flare of her chest. Her fingertips brushed her nipples and then she drew her fingers to her lips to wet them with her tongue. She turned her head, as her fingers found her nipples again, and looked at the door across the room; the door that connected her bedroom with her brother's.
She closed her eyes, and as her fingers stroked her nipples, torturing her own cunt lips and clit that wanted to be stroked too, she thought of that door. She thought of it and remembered that night when Jeffrey had come through it, into her room, naked with a hardon that was beautiful. She thought of it and her hands left her tits and began the inevitable journey to that wet place between her legs-her pussy. She squirmed her ass on the bed, feeling the mink rub against her buttocks, and her fingers pulled the rhinestone G string away from her glistening sex.
"Jeff!" she moaned, twisting her hips as her fingers began loving her pussy. She began a sensuous rubbing; time faded in her mind and became then, that night, and she remembered it again.
It had been back before her father had begun his sex slave business and retired from the world of high finance, stocks and bonds. Holt was out of town on a short business trip and for once Rhonda hadn't gone with him on it. That left her and her brother alone in the mansion, except for the servants.
It was a little after twelve in the evening and Rhonda had just turned off her bedroom light, when she heard Jeff calling to her through his door.
"What is it, Jeff?" she asked, sitting up in bed.
"I was wondering if you were asleep?" he answered.
She frowned at the door. Jeff had been acting strange all day, looking at her legs and ass when he didn't think she was noticing. On top of that, he never called through her door when she had turned out her light.
"Not yet!" Rhonda answered. "What did you want?"
"I wanted to show you something," he replied. "Something I think you'd like to see."
Rhonda sat up in her bed, resting her back against its headboard, with her arms around her naked knees. She was completely naked.
"Make it fast, Jeff," she called. "I want to get up early in the morning and do some shopping."
The door that connected their rooms opened and she could see the outline of her brother standing there. Her light was out and she couldn't see him very clearly.
"Can I snap your light on?" he asked.
"Come on, Jeff, you know I can't see in the dark!" Rhonda said, wondering what it was he wanted to show her.
He flipped the light switch. Rhonda's eyes opened wide and she blinked. "Well, I'll be!" she cried, smiling at her brother.
Jeff's fingers rode up and down the length of his rigid shaft, slowly, as he turned his prick from side to side, showing her his manhood.
"Easy, Jeff, you'll come!" Rhonda said, getting up on her knees on the bed so she could see better.
"It'll take more than a few jerks to make this baby come," Jeff said, squeezing himself. "How do you like it?"
Rhonda licked her lips. "It looks yummy! Just what could make that prick of yours come?" she asked, moving the sheet away from her body so that he could see all of her the way that she was seeing all of him.
Jeff swallowed and said, 'The same treatment you give dear old dad!"
Rhonda smiled and didn't betray any surprise at his knowing of her incestuous relationship with her father. "I had an idea that someone was watching us, brother. A funny feeling that someone was peeking."
"You didn't know, sis!" Jeff said, smiling. "You and Daddy thought I was asleep the other night and you were in the middle of that bed, there, sucking away on his joint like it was cotton candy. It was sure something to see, especially when he shot off in your mouth and you ate every drop of it."
"Shut up and come over here, Jeff!" Rhonda said, looking at his prick. "I'll give you a night to remember, but you can't say anything to daddy about it. He doesn't want me making it with anybody, and especially not you."
Jeff walked towards the bed, letting his prick go, so that it smacked his belly upon release. "What's poppa got against me?" Jeff asked.
Rhonda's hands met his hardon and she wrapped her fingers around his cock, squeezing it.
"Like a bar of steel!" Rhonda said, drawing back on his foreskin, so that his prick looked as if it had been circumcised. "Lovely, smooth, red head and long, blue veins."
"Why doesn't daddy want me to fuck you?" Jeff asked, feeling her hands capturing his balls.
Her hands fondled his warm balls and she said, "He says that he doesn't want me to corrupt you, darling. He claims that our relationship is hard enough to conceal from the outside world but that with you added to it, it would become impossible."
While her hands played with his testicles, weighing and gently tugging them, Jeff's hands went timidly to her tits. He felt the incredible softness of her skin under his fingers, and he became bolder as he heard her sigh of appreciation.
"Mmmmm! Squeeze them, Jeff! Play with my nipples and move closer so I can suck your big dick!" she murmured, gripping his shaft with her hand while her other cupped his balls.
"Jesus, you're so beautiful and sexy, Rhonda!" Jeff said, watching his sister pressing her lips against the head of his cock in a long, sucking lass.
His fingers dug into her tits, squeezing the globes of delight, feeling them move like balloons under his hands while Rhonda slowly licked her way all around the head of his young, throbbing dick.
"Baby doll! I dreamed about your mouth on my cock, last night, but it was nothing like this! Oh, yes, take it inside your mouth!" he said, moving his feet closer to the bed.
She smiled up at him, her eyes full of naked lust, full of the hunger for his prick flesh in them. Her mouth opened in a tight O and she fitted the tip of his prick to that O, pressing the skin of her Ups tight to his cock skin.
"Oooooo!" he gasped, rolling her tits under his fingers, as her wet mouth swallowed half of his hardon. He let out still another cry of delight as he felt her tongue swirling in a circular motion around and around his shaft, licking his cock flesh.
"Tasty!" Rhonda said, drawing her lips over his flesh, wetting it, and talking around it.
"Oh, Rhonda, I love you! I love your mouth on my cock!" Jeff said, leaving his sister's tits to run his fingers through her soft, red hair.
"I love you, too, brother," Rhonda said, drawing her mouth off his cock. Her tongue returned to the head of his cock and she licked at it as if it were ice cream.
She went on licking and sucking, using the flat of her tongue to taste the skin of his prick, until she had her brother groaning and thrusting himself back and forth in the oldest rhythm known to man; the fucking rhythm of pleasure.
After a few minutes of this, Rhonda's hand was buried in her crotch, held tightly between her clinging legs, stroking wildly on her own clit. She felt the heat of her pussy, and her fingers became wet and sticky from the juices that flowed from her excitement.
She held tight to his prick, took her tongue off it, and fell back on the bed, spreading her legs wide to reveal her hairy sex. It lay there like a wild flower under her brother's gaze. Her sex lips wet with the promise of sex and waiting for the mating.
"Fuck me, Jeff! Use this prick on my flesh and fuck me, with love!" she said, pulling at his rigid rod.
"Yes, with love, always with love!" he replied, moving where she pulled.
She guided him with experience, teaching him how to kneel between her legs, as her fingers joined their organs in a first wet kiss. His cock head tasted her cunt fire and he let out a sigh of ecstasy as he moved forward, entering her cunt.
One of her hands pulled at his ass while the other held fast to his engorged penis. "Push, love! Push in all the way and then pull back," Rhonda said, pulling him towards her belly.
Jeff's cock plunged into her pussy, up to his balls, and he felt her cunt walls surrounding his shaft with a wet warmth that was unlike anything he had ever experienced.
"This is your first time, isn't it?" Rhonda asked her brother. "Your first fuck!"
"Yes!" Jeff groaned, as she wiggled her ass under him.
"I'm glad it's with me, Jeff," Rhonda said, kissing his shoulder. "If I'd known how well developed you were I would have taken your cherry a long time ago."
Jeff smiled. "It feels so good! You're so warm and wet!"
"All for you, love. Now, pull back a little and shove forward."
He pulled back on his prick and glanced down between their bodies, looking at his juice covered shaft, as it drew his sister's cunt lips apart.
"Damn, it's beautiful!" he said, shoving forward, as Rhonda gave a thrust of her ass, driving her cunt lips up his descending cock.
Rhonda reached up and put her arms around his neck, pulling his head down towards her big tits. "Suck my boobs, darling! Eat my nipples with your lips and tongue!"
Jeff's ass rose and fell, driving his cock in and out of his sister's clinging pussy, while his mouth went eagerly to her erect, cherry nipples. He rubbed his face against the satin of her globes and his tongue tasted her tit flesh.
She felt his mouth open over her nipple and his warm saliva dripping on her skin. Then his lips closed around her nipple and he began sucking hard, while his ass rose and fell, thrusting his pulsating cock deep, in and out of her squishy pussy.
"Ah, baby, that's it, suck and lick my nipples with your tongue! Your prick feels so good in me!" she cried, looking up past his shoulder to see her brother's body covering hers in the ceiling mirror.
Rhonda smiled at her reflection in the mirror and looked at her long legs, spread wide for her brother's fucking body. She pressed his mouth tighter to her tit, and brought her legs up and around Jeff's waist, locking her heels over his driving buttocks.
She squeezed his waist with her strong, young thighs. "Baby, are you sure this is your first screw?" Jeff raised his mouth from her throbbing nipple. "Yeah! Why?"
"Because you're so damned good at it," Rhonda said, smiling. "Kiss me, Jeff! Kiss me and let me have your tongue to suck on!"
He shoved down hard, driving the length of his cock against her clit, and he said, "Yes, darling sister! Suck my tongue and love me!"
Their mouths came together and his lips closed around hers. His tongue moved into the sweet, wet depths of her mouth and he felt her hot lips close around it. He pushed his tongue as far into her mouth as it would go, stroking her tongue, while her lips greedily sucked at him.
They groaned into each other's mouths, pressing their mouths tighter and tighter together, as if they were trying to merge into one being. Their bellies slapped together in a perfect rhythm, as Rhonda pushed his tongue out of her mouth so she could shove hers into his mouth.
He pulled his tongue back and allowed her saliva coated tongue to dart between his closing lips. He sucked at her love offering, swallowing her spit, while his prick drove against the wet lips of her snatch and down into the hot depths of her juicy cunt.
"Baby! I'm coming!" Rhonda cried, grinding her hips in wild gyrations that ground her cunt lips against the hairy, base of his prick.
Her legs pulled against his waist, imprisoning him in a band of flesh that couldn't be broken, except by brute force. She held him and as he struggled to pull his cock back for still another sliding plunge into her juicy pussy, her legs increased their pressure, insuring his captivity.
"Let me fuck the cream out of you!" she said, pressing the inner walls of her perfect pussy against the juiced up head of his cock, fucking him with the mysterious depths of her cunt.
He gave up the fight and allowed himself to be made a prisoner of her hot, incestuous, lust, as she fucked herself and him, with her wild swinging, thrusting, sucking, cunt lips.
"I'm going to shoot! I'm going to come!" Jeff groaned, as his lips sought the sweet, sweaty flesh of her neck. He sucked and bit at her neck, tasting the salt of her skin, as her pussy loved his prick.
"I'm coming too!" Rhonda cried, throwing back her head and increasing the wild swings of her lovely, hot ass and hips. Her pussy bore down on his shaft, as she flexed her inner cunt muscles to suck at his cock.
He groaned and his groan grew intensity that matched the scream of animal lust that issued from his sister's lips. They came together in an orgasm of simultaneous ecstasy that caused them to bite at each other's bodies, while they held on to each other with clutching, kneading fingers. The lust bomb had gone off and her inner cunt walls were bathed with jets of hot, sticky, sperm from her brother's penis.
They lay against each other, their skin wet with the exertion of their fuck, kissing each other's bodies in love and gratitude.
"God, I love you, Rhonda!" Jeff said, feeling her cunt lips squeezing at his wet cock, milking the last few drops of come from his dripping rod.
Her tongue licked his neck and touched his inner ear in a long, wet swipe. "I know, darling. Fucking like we've done, tonight, could only be love, Jeff."
He said, "I can feel your pussy squeezing my cock, Rhonda. It's sucking at me like a mouth."
"Nice, isn't it?" she asked, nibbling on his ear lobe.
"Wild!" Jeff said.
"Mmmm! I can feel your hot come oozing out of my pussy, darling! It's dripping down across my asshole," she said, squeezing him with her strong legs.
"Was it really good for you?" he asked, looking down into her eyes.
"Fantastic! I still can't believe this is the first time you've screwed," she said, smiling.
Jeff bent his head and brushed his lips against hers. "It is, Rhonda. I have done a lot of jerking off, though."
She laughed and said, "That doesn't count, darling and from now on, you keep your hands off your prick. It's mine, and I want all your cream!"
"It's yours," he said. "Every hot drop is yours!" Rhonda unlocked her legs and said, "You better get up and let me get something to stop the flood, darling. I can feel a whole river of come flowing out of my cunt."
Jeff rolled off her and watched as she quickly got out of bed, her hands between her legs, holding her pussy, to run into her bathroom. He smiled warmly and lay on his back, with his hands behind his head.
Sounds of running water came from the bathroom and then Rhonda was standing in the doorway rubbing her pussy with a soft towel. Jeff looked at her and they smiled at each other.
"Brother! When you come, you come, don't you? I'll bet you shot a quart into me," Rhonda said, tossing the towel on a chair. "Those big balls of yours are probably drained dry!"
His hand went to his limp prick and he took it into his fingers. "You want to bet? Just looking at your wild body has filled them up again!"
"We'll see about that!" Rhonda said, starting towards him.
He dropped his cock and held out his arms to her. Rhonda was almost to the bed when the door to her room opened. She turned at the sound and her mouth dropped open as she saw her father standing there.
They looked at each other for a moment, Holt's eyes blazing with fury, and then Holt swung his gaze to his son, who had his mouth open to speak.
"Don't say a word, Jeffrey!" Holt cried, angrily. "Just get your ass out of your sister's bed and get back in your own room."
"But...." Jeffrey began.
"There are no buts! We'll discuss this in the morning!" Holt said, clenching his fists.
Jeff swung his legs out of the bed and quickly left the room, keeping his face averted.
As the door to his son's room closed, Holt looked at his daughter, running his eyes down over her nakedness. Then he shifted his glance to the rumpled bed.
"Need I ask what has been going on between you two?" he asked.
Rhonda regained her composure and smiled, "You're back a day early, daddy."
Holt looked at her sharply and walked towards her. "Obviously, but the details of my trip are not the points under discussion at this moment. I want to know what's been going on here and how long it's been going on!" he cried.
She laughed. "Really, father! You act more like a jealous husband or lover than a parent."
Holt completely lost control and smacked his daughter across the mouth, a stinging blow that rocked her head. It was the first and only time Holt had ever struck his daughter. He looked at her, shocked at what he had done, and watched as the imprint of his fingers appeared on her skin. He opened his mouth to apologize and she shook her head, defiance coming into her eyes.
"You asked what was going on here, didn't you, daddy? Fucking was going on here with my juicy pussy and my brother's long, hard cock! Delicious fucking and sucking! He didn't get to eat me but I sucked his cock and it was great!" she said, spitting out the words at him.
Holt's jaw and fingers tightened and he said, "I'm sorry I hit you, Rhonda. I lost my temper."
"You're forgiven, father," she said, sitting down on her bed. "You also wanted to know how long this has been going on. Tonight was the first time, but I hope it won't be the last!"
Holt wanted to hit her again. He wanted to spank her ass until she came to her senses but he held onto his control and stared into her eyes for a long minute. Then he turned and walked from the room, slamming her door behind him.
Early the next morning, Holt informed his son that he was being sent to a private school. They argued, but Holt's mind could not be changed. Jeff left that afternoon, and Rhonda made Holt's life miserable for two weeks, until she became reconciled to her brother's absence.
Jeff had come home for the various holidays, over the two years, but Rhonda and he were never left alone.
The incestuous memory faded as Rhonda's fingers, covered with the warm juices of her pussy, stroked back and forth over her erect clit, bringing her closer and closer to a glorious orgasm.
She was almost there when the door to her room opened.
"Rhonda! What in the hell!" her father cried.
She looked up at her father, as he neared her bed, and said, "I'm playing with my pussy, daddy. You don't mind if I come, do you?"
"You were thinking about Jeff, weren't you? You think he's coming back here, don't you?" Holt asked, sitting down on the bed.
Rhonda smiled, and her fingers moved on her cunt again. "I know he's coming back, darling. Where else would he go?"
Holt nodded and reached out to stroke her thigh. He sat there and watched until she came.
CHAPTER SIX
The small sports car swerved around a sharp curve in the road, tires screeching, and roared off into the straight away. From inside the car, the landscape rushed past the windows in a fast moving blur.
"Easy, baby!" the black, female passenger cried, laughing and gripping the driver's thigh to hold on to.
"Scared, Crystal?" Jeff Holt asked, grinning at her and covering her hand on his thigh with his hand.
"No, honey, I'm too cool to get scared, but a few more curves like that last one and your sweet, chocolate love is going to be snow white!" Crystal said, digging her fingers into his pants.
Jeff eased up on the gas and said, "Wouldn't want that to happen. I like your natural sun tan."
Crystal laughed. "Tell the truth, white boy! You just love the contrast of my black ass on those white sheets."
"You know it, .momma!" Jeff said, moving his hand over on her warm, inner thigh. His fingers moved like tiny spiders up under the mini-skirt she was wearing and stroked at her pussy through her black bikini pants.
"Honky bastard! You start that shit and I'm going to straddle you, right while you're driving, and fuck your brains out!" Crystal cried, moving her fingers to the bulge in his pants.
He pulled his hand away and said, "Why don't you tell it the way it is, Crys? You're just crazy for white dick!"
She squeezed his half a hardon and bent her head to nip at his ear lobe with her perfect teeth. "The only white dick I'm crazy for is your white dick, baby! It's the pole for my hole!"
"Son-of-bitch!" Jeff said, slapping the steering wheel.
Crystal looked at him in surprise and said, "What's wrong?"
"Detour! Another fucking detour!" he cried.
"You must be seeing things, Jeff. The road looks clear to me."
His hand kneaded her thigh and he replied, "You've been heating me up for the last seven miles and I'm just about to come in my pants, you African devil woman! Now, I've got to find a side road where we can work it all out. That's the detour I was talking about."
Her fingers found the zipper on his slacks and she pulled it down with a giggle. "I get you, baby. A real, fucking detour!"
By the time that Jeff found a side road that he could take off the main highway, Crystal Jones had his prick out of his shorts and pants and her hand was pumping his cock, up and down, in very slow motions.
"A clump of trees!" Jeff said, looking at the flat land around them. "Even a couple of bushes!"
Crystal laughed. "You are worked up, aren't you?"
"You know it! I've got pains in my balls," Jeff said, as they topped a rise in the road.
"I'm sorry, baby! You just find us a spot and I'll relieve those pained balls of yours. I'll blast that come out of you with my special black dynamite!" Crystal replied.
Jeff groaned and then he smiled. "There!" he said, pointing. "Some woods!"
Crystal's fingers gripped his shaft in a tight grip and said, "Hit it, daddy! Bring me on home!"
Jeff slammed his foot to the floor and the car took off towards the woods, with a roar. Then he slowed as he got on top of the trees and bushes. His eyes located a likely spot and he swung the wheel, easily and drove the car off the road and under cover.
"Jesus, God!" Crystal cried, squeezing his cockhead until it turned a deep purple. "I can't believe we missed those fucking trees!"
Jeff opened his door, got out and dragged Crystal out of the car like it was fire. He let her go as he pulled and the momentum of her body made her spill out on to a grassy spot that was covered with the autumn leaves. She hit the leaves on her hands and knees and Jeff was behind her all the way. Before she could recover from her flight through the air, Jeff's hands were up under her mini-skirt and grabbing at the elastic of her bikini panties. Her skirt was up and her ass became bare as he pulled her panties down, revealing the most delicious, chocolate bottom in that part of the country.
"Oooooo!" she cried, throwing her head back and bracing her hands and knees against the earth, preparing for a rod of lightning up her pink, inner pussy!
"Don't squirm, baby!" he said, jerking the pants down to her thighs. "I want to hit the target with my first arrow!"
His right hand was gripping his prick and his left found the cave of fleshy, juice that was waiting to claim his sex. He took aim and his cock penetrated the dark lips of her cunt, sliding like a bullet down a gun barrel, straight to the target.
Juice from her pussy, flew from her cunt, squishing and flying against his belly as it neared her hairy slit. His hands gripped her lovely ass, held on and humped her in the rear with his belly.
"GIVE IT TO ME!" Crystal shrieked at the woods, feeling his swollen flesh spreading her insides apart, making room for the bulk of his throbbing hardon.
He felt his cock grow warm, protected from the brisk, Autumn wind that cooled his face. His cock skin was bathed with her inner sex fluid and he felt her pussy begin to rotate on his prick as she swung her ass in wild abandon, in fantastic revolutions that could only be performed by wild, erotic dancer.
"FUCKING OUT OF SIGHT!" Jeff cried, feeling his prick swelling even more inside her juiced up pussy.
"Uh! Uh!" Crystal cried in rhythm to the backward thrusts of her buttocks.
Her flesh slammed into his belly, grinding against the zipper on his pants.
The zipper pricked her cunt lips, but never in the same place twice, so her pussy remained uncut. The action of the zipper against her cunt lips, while Jeff's engine of lust roared in her insides, added to the sensations of the fuck.
His hands mauled the cheeks of her ass, squeezing and kneading, with his fingers pinching, now and then, at the puckered skin around her chocolate asshole.
"My clit, baby! Hit my buzzer!" Crystal said, feeling an orgasm building within her belly.
Jeff hung on to her rolling, driving ass with his left hand and brought his right hand up under her belly to her thatch of soft, black cunt hair.
"You got the spot!" she cried, feeling his fingers moving between her wet pussy lips and surrounding her pink clit.
It grew between his rolling fingers and he stroked it into a throbbing, intense erection, that brought tortured cries out of Crystal's thick, sexy lips. They were wild animal cries of ecstasy that were lost somewhere in the woods.
"OH, BIG DADDY!" Crystal cried, throwing her head back to howl it at the sky.
"NOW!" Jeff cried and his command mingled with her howl, as his cock spewed forth an issue of hot, liquid come!
His discharge mixed with her cunt juices and plunged up the sides of his cock as he drove it in and out of her pussy, trying to make both of them get the maximum amount of pleasure from the moment, that they could.
He held his fingers tight against her clit and stroked it through her orgasm, driving her to wilder swings of her ass, that milked and whipped the cream right out of him.
Jeff pushed at her ass at the moment of total completion and her legs and arms went out from under her, spilling her on her belly, and pushing his cock deeper into her snatch.
He lay on top of her, his belly pressing against the taut cheeks of her ass, while they both laughed in the after glow of release.
"Jesus, Jeff! You really carried me home!" Crystal cried, laughing between her words and wiggling her ass under him.
"All the way?" Jeff asked, moving his juice and sperm covered shaft around in her tight pussy.
"Up and down that long hill, baby!" Crystal said, sighing and giggling with joy.
Jeff stroked her cheek with his fingers and Crystal moved her mouth so she could lick at them with her pink, wet tongue.
"God, Crystal, you're the wildest!" Jeff said, as she sucked at his little finger.
"Only with you!"
Jeff looked up at the sky through the branches of the trees and saw that the sun was setting. He said, "This is a nice spot, Sex, but we've got a ways to go before were home."
Crystal chuckled and released his finger. "I love it when you call me sex, baby. I love it, and the leaves under me, and you on top of me like this!"
Jeff felt his cock growing smaller and her cunt lips squeezing at his prick, trying to keep it imprisoned within her clinging, ring of flesh.
"Let me go, Crys'," he said. "We really have to go"
She relaxed her muscles and his cock slid out of her pussy, releasing the stopper, and a flow of warm sperm and cunt juice moved out of her depths.
As he rolled off her, she rolled over on her back and clamped her hands over her snatch, trying to stem the tide. "Give me something to clean up with, honey."
He reached in his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief. He held it in his hand and moved it between her chocolate legs, as she moved her hands off her wet, warmth.
"Service with a smile!" Jeff said, wiping her asshole and up the length of her swollen cunt lips, as she raised her ass off the ground for him.
As he dried her, Jeff felt his cock beginning to stiffen again and he let out a groan.
Crystal smiled. 'What's the matter, sweet stuff?
Jeff pushed the handkerchief against her pussy lips, pushed her legs together, so that her cunt would be hidden from his view, and stood up.
"You finish it, Crystal," he said, stuffing his swelling prick back into his shorts and pants, "before I start all over again."
Her fingers moved the handkerchief over her sex as she looked up at him towering over her. She watched as he zipped up his pants and pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket.
"You're a handsome, bastard!" she said, reaching down to pull up her panties.
"And you're a beautiful cat," he said, lighting two cigarettes.
Jeff was a younger edition of his father. He had dark, red hair that was worn long and his eyes were a greyish blue, that women went wild over. He had a perfect nose and a wide, sensual mouth that always seemed to be smiling. He was tall, without an ounce of fat on his body, and he had broad shoulders and a very narrow waist. At eighteen, the muscles in his body were fully developed, through daily workouts with weights, and made him look a little older than he really was.
He passed Crystal one of the cigarettes and then put out his hand to help her up from the bed of leaves and grass. She took his hand and came to her feet in one graceful motion.
"Brush me off," she said, turning her back to him.
With his cigarette sticking out of the corner of his mouth, Jeff moved his hand over her back, brushing the crumbled leaves from the black sweater she was wearing and off her light blue, mini-skirt. Then he raised the skirt and brushed under it, across the cheeks of her ass.
"Hey!" he cried, picking a small leaf from between the separation of her buttocks. "Here's a lucky leaf!"
"What's so lucky about it?" she asked, looking at the leaf he held over her shoulder.
"It was on your ass!" Jeff said, pulling up her snug fitting, bikini panties over the globes of her ass.
Her skirt went down into place, as she turned and melted into his arms, thrusting her large, sweater covered tits against his chest. Her arms went around him and she thrust her belly into his, as her tongue speared into his mouth, and her lips wrapped around his, drawing them into her mouth in a wet kiss.
Jeff felt his cock straining against the confines of his pants and he pushed her away, laughing. "Damn it, woman! Keep ten feet away from me and get in the fucking car!"
A few minutes later, they were back on the main highway, rolling towards the Holt mansion.
"You think your daddy will like me?" Crystal asked, snuggling closer to Jeff's arm.
"He'd better!" Jeff said, grinning and running his fingers over her thigh.
"I wonder if Davison knows you're gone," Crystal said, looking up at him.
"Probably. I'm just glad we got to the bank and got that money out before the roof fell in," Jeff said.
Crystal picked the black, brief case off the floor, by her feet and held it up. "Eighteen thousand, seven hundred dollars, baby. It was a very good year."
His hand squeezed her leg. "After I met you."
She dropped the case and kissed his ear. "I love you!"
He laughed and said, "Love me, later, when we get to my house. Right now, I want to drive."
Crystal settled back in her seat and smiled, as the car ate up the highway that stretched before it.
A few hours later, after Lawrence Holt had received word of his son's activities, Jeff drove his car into the parking lot of a restaurant just outside of Harborville.
He shut off the car's motor and gently shook Crystal, who was napping beside him.
"Baby! Wake up!" he said, shaking her a little harder.
She opened her eyes and asked, "Are we there?"
"Not quite," Jeff said, kissing her cheek. "I thought you might want to get something to eat and clean up a little. I know this place and they have good food."
Crystal groaned and rubbed her belly. "You just said the secret word, baby. I'm starved and I could use a pot of coffee."
"Come on!" Jeff said, running his fingers through his hair.
They went into the restaurant and Crystal took off for the ladies room, while Jeff sat down at a table and ordered some coffee. When she came to the table the coffee was waiting for her.
She sipped at her coffee and said, "Man, that's good!"
"Check the menu out and get ready to order," Jeff said, looking through the window, by their table, at the car outside.
Crystal picked up the menu. "You're sure the money will be all right out there?"
Jeff smiled and nodded. "We can see the car and it's locked. Besides, nobody ever steals anything in Harborville."
"Quiet town, huh?" Crystal asked, running her eyes down the menu.
"Nice and dead. I'm having a steak, baby. What about you?" he asked, dropping his menu on the table.
"Shrimp Scampi," she said, licking her lips.
Fifty minutes later, they were just finishing their delicious dinner, when Jeff said, "You know, I just had an idea."
"What?" she asked, smiling at him.
He reached in his pocket and took out some change. 'I'm going to give my father a call and see which way the wind's blowing. If he's ready for a big scene, I'll just tell him to get over it and that were coming by for a little visit."
"You're going to tell him about me?" Crystal asked.
Jeff stood up and said, "I'll tell him that I'm bringing a lady friend, Crys'. We'll fill him in on the details when we see him."
As Jeff left the table to walk to the phone booths in the back of the restaurant, Tony pulled up in his brand new, convertible out in the parking lot. His girl friend, Nina, a beautiful blonde, was sitting beside him in the front seat.
"You like the car, doll face?" Tony asked, shutting off the motor and shoving his hand down the front of Nina's low cut dress, in one fast motion.
She struggled against his body, as he captured one of her grapefruit like tits in his hand and squeezed as hard as he could, mashing her flesh.
Nina let out a howl and cried, "Christ, you'll give me cancer! Let it go, you beast!"
She loved it and Tony knew she loved it, so his fingers mauled her flesh for a few more moments before he released his hold.
"Don't you ever think of anything but sex, Tony? Look, how you messed the front of my dress up!" Nina said, putting her tit back in the cup of her bra.
"Is there anything else? Sex and money, baby! You want to blow me?" he asked, gripping his pants.
"Here? Before we eat? No! Besides, I just did it before we got dressed," she said. "I'll blow you later, when we get back to the apartment."
He patted the steering wheel and said, "I asked you how you liked the car?"
Nina smiled and said, "Nice. I'll bet that doll that donated the money for it is sorry she wrote that check out to cash, huh?"
Tony laughed and said, "She probably shit her pants when she found out what happened."
She looked at his face. "Did you like fucking her, Tony? Did you stick that big dick of yours up her asshole?"
"I told you, Nina, fucking her was part of my job and she wasn't bad at all. I told you the story two times already. And I don't fuck anybody up the ass but you."
A shiver of delight ran through Nina's body, like a tiny orgasm, as she thought of what Tony's prick could do, and did, to her tight rectum.
"Like you promised, Tony, huh?" she asked. "You won't give it to anybody up the ass, but me, even the black girl."
Tony smiled and said, "Four Gs! Four thousand American dollars for a piece of black ass!"
"Yeah! That's a lot of bread! You could buy me that diamond wristwatch I saw the other day, with that money, couldn't you, Tony, baby?"
Tony's hands hit the steering wheel of his car and he let out a sigh of exasperation. "Buy me, buy me, buy me, for Christ sakes! That's all I hear out of you! You ought to learn a new song, baby!"
"But, it's only twelve hundred, and you're going to get four thousand for the black girl!" Nina wailed, pulling away from him to pout in the comer of the car.
He reached over and took her chin in his hand, squeezing her lips with his cruel fingers, distorting her pretty face. "Fine!" he shouted, squeezing hard, until tears came to her eyes. "I get four thousand when I deliver, baby! The problem I got is finding a piece of black ass, that's wild, and is around twenty. You got any idea of where I can find a piece like that?"
She was afraid to speak, so she shook her head.
He shook his head too, and said, "No! I didn't think so! So shut up and get yourself fixed up to go in and eat. I got to leave town tonight and find that black piece, someplace."
She rubbed her face when he let it go. Then she sniffled and said, "I wish you wouldn't get like that, Tony. You hurt me and you scare me!"
"And you love it!" Tony said, feeling the blood swelling his prick. "It's what keeps your clock ticking, Nina."
She didn't answer him. She had just had an orgasm and she began repairing her makeup, as the tingling in her pussy stopped.
Inside the restaurant, Jeff was holding the phone to his ear, while he listened to the ringing on the other end of the wire.
Lawrence Holt was naked and his cock was buried in his daughter's cunt. Rhonda's legs tightened around his waist and drew him closer to her belly as their mouths worked against each other's, kissing and tonguing.
"Mmmmm! Harder!" Rhonda cried, against his lips.
He pulled back and slammed his belly into hers, driving the length of his aroused cock into her wet pussy.
The phone rang and Holt decided to ignore it. Boris would answer and if it was anything important, he would buzz Holt in Rhonda's room. His ass rose and fell, in perfect rhythm to his daughter's thrusts upward, as the phone stopped ringing. A few seconds later, there was an insistent buzz in the room.
"You better get that," Rhonda said, taking her mouth off his.
"Fuck it!" Holt said, grinding his hips into Rhonda's warm hips.
"It might be about Jeff," Rhonda said, stopping moving.
Holt drew his prick out of her pussy, moved across the bed, and picked up the phone. "Yes?" he said, irritated.
"Dad! It's Jeff," his son said.
"Well, well!" Holt said, looking over at Rhonda. "How's school?"
"I can tell by your voice that you've heard, Dad. How's your temperature?"
"Hot!" Holt said, raising his voice a little.
Rhonda moved across the bed to lay beside him.
"Is that Jeff?" she asked, putting her ear close to the receiver.
"Yes!" her father answered, covering the mouthpiece with his hand.
"Let me talk to him," Rhonda said, smiling.
"In a minute." Holt uncovered the mouthpiece and said, "Where are you, Jeff?"
"Harborville, just about," Jeff replied. "I was coming home to talk this out with you."
Holt nodded and said, "Fine! That's just what we'll do. Get here as fast as you can!"
"Dad, I've got a friend," Jeff began. "A girl that I'm bringing along."
"A friend, eh? You don't mean your partner in that rather odd business that you were running, do you?" Holt asked, angrily.
There was silence for a moment and then Jeff said, "I see that Mr. Davison filled you in."
"Completely!" Holt cried. "I want to see you, Jeff and straighten this out. Mr. Davison is not going to report this matter to the police as it would be poor advertising for his school, so you're in the clear there. I should be able to get you enrolled in a brand new school very quickly, so don't worry about anything."
"Dad, I'm not going back to any school!" Jeff began.
Holt cut him off. "We will discuss this, with clear heads, when I see you! As to your friend or partner, I would prefer that you not bring that woman here. Family business is private business and I do not want any outsiders, especially of that woman's character, present during any discussions. Is that clear?"
"Perfectly!" Jeff said. "I'll check her in at a motel, Dad, and then I'll be by to talk to you."
"Your sister wants to say hello."
"Hi, Jeff!"
Jeff smiled and looked towards the table where Crystal was sitting. "Hi, Rhonda," he said.
At that moment, Tony and Nina walked into the restaurant. Tony's eyes surveyed the almost empty room. "Pick a seat, baby. The place is dead tonight." Then, Nina saw Crystal and she grabbed Tony's arm. "Tony, look!"
Tony had seen Crystal at almost the same moment as Nina. "Shut up and act natural. All we're seeing is the back of her head. Let's sit in the rear where I can get a good look at her."
They walked past Crystal's table and sat down a few tables away, where Tony would be facing her. He picked up the menu off the table and looked at Crystal's face over the top of it.
"Bingo!" Tony said, smiling from ear to ear.
Jeff came walking back from the telephone and sat down at the table.
"She's not alone," Tony whispered. "A young, white guy is with her."
Crystal smiled at Jeff and asked, "Was it bad?"
"Typical father, son thing," Jeff said, taking Crystal's hand. "He's got the whole story from the school and he says that Davison's keeping the whole thing quiet because of adverse publicity."
Crystal squeezed his hand. "Great! That puts us in the clear."
"Right," Jeff said, sipping at his cooled coffee. "Davison also gave my father a run down on you and he doesn't want you to come to the house."
"Ouch! Now what?" Crystal asked.
Jeff rubbed his chin and said, "I'll check you in at a motel around here and you can get some rest.
Then tomorrow morning, I want you to call a taxi and take that cash down to one of the local banks and rent a safe deposit box for it. You can spend the rest of the day shopping for clothes or whatever you want to do."
Her finger rubbed the palm of his hand suggestively. "I was looking forward to sleeping with you, tonight."
He smiled and said, "I know, baby. Me too. The j old boy wants to enroll me in another school right away and I want to set him straight on a few points.
If we can get together, all right, but if not, you and me are clearing out, tomorrow night, for points and parts, unknown."
"Crazy!" Crystal said, moving her ankle over the inside of his leg, under the table. "I guess I can j stand a night away from you."
Jeff signaled for a check and the waiter came j walking over.
Tony dropped the menu. "They're getting ready to leave. You sit here and have dinner. Then take a taxi home and wait for me to call."
Nina said, "Be careful, Tony. You know I worry about you whenever you're on a job."
He smiled and peeled off two twenties from a roll of money. "You know me, baby! Everything as smooth as a baby's ass!"
Nina's eyes grew sexy and smoldering. "Tony!" she whispered sharply. "Fuck her for me, too!"
Tony didn't answer her. He was watching the swing of Crystal's ass and the action of her sleek f legs, as she followed Jeff to the cashier's desk. Not bad! he thought, smiling.
He got up from his chair as Jeff and Crystal walked out the door. He went outside, quickly, and got behind the wheel of his car, his mind racing to come up with a way to separate Jeff from Crystal.
No plan came to his mind, so he followed their car as it pulled out of the restaurant parking lot and back on to the highway. Something would happen, he told himself. No matter how things started, he always came out on top.
A few more miles down the road, Tony saw Jeff's signal light come on as they drew near to the motel, from which Tony had sold so many females.
Tony smiled. "I'll be damned! Right in the net!"
He stepped on the gas and closed the distance between his car and Jeff's, swinging into the parking lot right behind Jeff. He swung to the far side of the lot and into a parking spot close to the office. Off went the motor and Tony was out of the car, slamming the door behind him.
Damn!" Jeff said, pulling the car into an empty slot. "That guy is really in a hurry."
'Maybe he's got a hot date," Crystal said. "You know how excited sex can get you."
Tony jerked open the office door and went inside. He was breathing hard and his body relaxed as he saw Jake, the bald headed night manager behind the desk.
"Hey, Tony, you act like your ass is on fire," Jake said, cackling, "the way you tore into the parking lot."
Shut up, you old fool and listen!" Tony said, anxiously. "There's a guy coming in here with a black chick. Give them the special room."
Okay, don't wet your pants," Jake said.
Give me the key to the room next door!" Tony said, wanting to slap Jake's face.
Jake reached around in back of him and plucked the key off a hook. He tossed it through the air to Tony as Jeff opened the office door for Crystal.
Tony caught the key and turned, looking at Crystal, as she came into the office. His expert eyes took in her whole body and then shifted to Jeff's face, as they passed each other. Tony went on out the door.
Jake turned a page in the register and asked, "How many?"
"One," Jeff said. "For tonight and tomorrow."
Crystal picked up the pen and began writing in her name, as Jake said, "That'll be thirty dollars for the two days."
Outside, Tony walked to the motel room beside the one Crystal would be in and opened the door. He went inside, turned on the lights, and tossed the key on a dresser. Then he looked at the 16mm motion picture camera pointed at a sliding, wooden panel in the wall that separated his room from Crystal's. The camera was loaded and ready to go and there were microphones all over the other room that would pick up the slightest sound made in the next room. Tony slid the wooden panel to one side and looked through the mirror into the gloom of the next room.
Jeff carried Crystal's two suitcases and she carried the briefcase, containing the eighteen thousand, to the door of the room.
"Sixteen," Jeff said, looking at the door. "Here we are."
He put the suitcases down and stuck the key in the lock, opening the door. Crystal followed him into the room as he snapped the lights on. Then he picked up the suitcases and brought them inside, closing the door with his foot.
Crystal went to the closet in the room and placed the briefcase on the top shelf. Then she walked back to Jeff, who was looking around the room.
"Not bad!" Jeff said, shaking his head. "You got color TV and a nice, big bed, and...."
Crystal put her arms around Jeff's neck and threw her belly against his. "I got everything but what I really want, baby, and you know what that is."
"I'll be back for you tomorrow night, Crys," Jeff said, kissing the tip of her nose.
"Okay. You better get out of here before my motor starts racing and yours overheats, unless you want a fast one," Crystal said, grinding her hips against his. Jeff smiled. "A fast one and then I go, right?"
"Shut up, Jeffrey, you're wasting time talking!" Crystal said, moving back to pull her black sweater over her head.
Tony smiled and reached over to turn the movie camera on as Crystal's naked, chocolate tits swung into view. Damn! Tony thought, watching her upthrust tits jiggle, as she tossed the sweater to one side, she's built like a fucking amazon!
Jeff's fingers flew down the front of his shirt and he stripped it from his body, along with his jacket, as he watched Crystal jerk down the tiny zipper on the side of her mini-skirt.
The mini-skirt slithered and rode down her strong thighs, down her legs, and wound up on the floor, leaving Crystal standing in nothing but her shoes and the tiny, bikini panties.
As Jeff unbuckled his belt, Crystal moved forward and took hold of the zipper on his slacks. She jerked it down. "Come on, baby, you're taking too long for a quickie! Mamma needs that meat!"
God damn! Tony thought, watching the way Crystal shoved her hand into the opening of Jeff's boxer shorts and drew out his thickening prick, while his slacks slid to the floor.
"It's getting there," Crystal said, holding his shaft with one hand, while she moved her fingers across the head of his cock. "Still a little limp, though."
Jeff kicked off his shoes and slacks and then his fingers went to the waistband of her panties. He caught it and jerked it down over her hips, as her hand stroked up and down on his stiffening flesh. Her panties were pushed down to her thighs and then she began moving her legs from side to side, sending the panties to her ankles. She released his cock, gripped his shorts in her hands, and began pulling them down, while she sank to her knees in front of him. His shorts went to the floor and her fingers gripped his cock and balls, pulling his prick to her thick, sensuous lips.
Tony licked his lips as he watched Jeff's hands come down to Crystal's head. He watched Crystal's fingers rolling Jeff's balls around in one hand, while her pink, wet tongue moved lovingly over the hard flesh of his prick, licking and kissing.
"Mmmm!" Crystal sighed, kissing the tip of his cock. "You're just about there!"
Jeff's hands moved off her head and grabbed at her shoulders. "I was there a few seconds ago, baby. Come up here before I shoot off all over that lovely face of yours."
She looked up at him, licking the underside of his shaft, and said, between licks, "Hey, that sounds like fun!"
"Pussy, baby! I want your pink pussy!"
Her arms wound round his neck and her tits pressed against his chest. "Brace yourself, honey! Here comes that pink pussy!"
Jeff knew exactly what was going to happen next. She had done this trick before and he was ready for it. "Come!"
One moment her feet were on the floor and the next, they were up in the air, locking around his waist, as her legs encircled him. His hands caught the cheeks of her ass and he held her like that for a moment, squeezing the lush fullness of her smooth buttocks.
Her teeth nipped at his neck and he whispered, "Animal!"
"Do it, baby! Bring me on home!" she cried, holding herself tight against him and flexing the muscles in her buttocks, as he squeezed them.
He reached down between her legs and gripped his aroused rod. Then, with his arm around her waist, he moved his cockhead until it found the warmth of her cunt.
The tip of his cock entered her wet cunt lips and she gave a sigh of contentment, as his hands allowed her ass to lower, impaling her pussy with the length of his throbbing flesh.
"It's good, baby!" she cried, clutching him tighter with her legs and humping her ass back and forth.
"Like heaven!" Jeff said, searching for her tongue, with his.
Their mouths came together and Jeff's hips worked back in forth, while her ass replied in a rhythm that perfectly matched his thrusts. She sucked at his tongue and caressed it with her lips, nipping him gently with her teeth, as his fingers cupped her ass and played with her asshole.
She broke the kiss and gave a cry of delight as his finger plunged deep into her rectum, fucking her asshole, in rhythm to his thrusts. "Ooooo, baby, put me on the bed! I want to move!" she cried, biting at his shoulder and raking his back with her fingernails.
Jeff held her thrusting body and walked to the bed. Down she went on her back, Jeff's cock coming out of her juicy slit for just a second. He came down on her, between her wide spread legs, his stiff cock, dripping with the juice from her cunt, spearing her perfectly.
In the other room, as Tony watched, he felt his cock, hard and throbbing for action, pressing against the front of his pants, and his fingers covered his bulge as the two on the bed moved toward their inevitable climax.
CHAPTER SEVEN
An hour later, after a fast shower, Jeff was dressed and ready to leave the motel room. Crystal stood naked, like a black goddess, with her arms around Jeff's neck, pressing her belly against his.
"Tomorrow night," she said, brushing her lips against his.
He patted her ass and said, "Don't forget to get to the bank. I took a card from the office with the number, here, so I can give you a call."
"I love you," she smiled, hugging him.
He kissed her. "Me too."
She moved out of his arms and he tossed her a towel he was holding. "Wrap this around you when I open the door, baby. I wouldn't want to start a riot."
Crystal caught the towel and wrapped it around her tits and belly. Jeff gave her ass a squeeze and then opened the door. She watched as he walked towards the parking lot and then smiled and waved, as he turned to wave.
Tony watched her close the door and lock it, dropping the towel on a chair, as she walked to the bed and sat down. He stuck his thumb in his mouth and started thinking of how to approach the situation. There was no doubt in his mind that the four thousand was his; he was considering the best way to take her.
He thought for a few minutes, watching her, while she walked over to the color TV set and switched it on. Then he smiled, quite satisfied with himself, and snapped his fingers. The fake cop bit, he thought, smiling and rubbing his hard prick through his pants.
He reached over and switched off the movie camera and quickly left the room to go to his car. He opened the trunk of his car and pulled his black case out of it. Then he went to the inside of his car and opened the glove compartment. He pulled out a loaded .38 and a black leather, card case that had a big badge attached to it. He slipped the .38 into his jacket pocket and got out of the car to walk back to Crystals room.
Crystal looked at the door, as Tony knocked on it, and she got up off the bed, picking up the towel to wrap around her body.
"Yes?" she called through the door.
"Police, lady! Open the door!" Tony cried, authoritatively.
Crystal frowned. "Police? What do you want?"
"Are you going to open the door or do I have to break it down?" Tony cried.
"I'm not dressed!" Crystal replied.
"Okay, we have to do it the hard way, huh?" Tony said.
"Wait!" Crystal said, tightening the towel around her curves, while her other hand unlocked the door. She opened the door and said, "What do you want?"
Tony flashed the badge in front of Crystal's eyes as he pushed her out of the way and walked into the room, carrying his black case. He gave her another shove and kicked the door shut behind him.
Crystal's eyes blazed, as she reeled backwards. "Hey, man! What's coming off here?"
"Shut up and I'll do the talking!" Tony said. "Where's the guy?"
'What are you talking about?" Crystal asked. "There's no guy, here! I'm all alone!"
Tony put the black case on the floor, close to the bed, and reached into his pocket to bring out the .38. "Playing dumb, huh? We got a call that there was a whore operating out of this motel and they said it was going on in room sixteen. This is sixteen, isn't it?"
Christ! Crystal thought. We made a little noise but not enough to call the cops. She nodded and stared at the gun in Tony's hand. "This is sixteen but there's nothing going on. Nothing that you need that cannon for."
Tony smiled. "You trying to tell me how to do my job?" Crystal shook her head. "Sit your ass on that bed and don't make any funny moves. I'm going to check this room out, and I'm a very nervous cop. You got that?"
She nodded and sat down on the bed, drawing the towel tight around her body, and tucking her legs under her. She watched as Tony opened the bathroom door and looked inside.
"Nobody!" Tony said, turning around.
"Just like I told you!"
Being a frustrated actor, Tony was in love with the part he was playing and he played it to the hilt. He pointed his .38 at the closet and said, "He's in there, huh?"
"Man, I'm telling you ... Crystal began, as Tony jerked open the closet door.
"Empty!" Tony said, and then he spotted the briefcase. "Well, well, what have we here?"
He pulled the briefcase off the shelf and Crystal cried, "That's my personal things! Put it down unless you have a search warrant!"
Tony chuckled. "Yeah, I got one! Here in my hand, bitch, so settle down while we see what's in here that you're so anxious about!"
Tossing the briefcase on the bed, he pointed the gun at Crystal and said, "Open it, baby and dump the insides on the bed."
Crystal pushed a button on the briefcase, unsnapped a catch, and upended the case, spilling packets of tens, twenties, and hundreds, fastened with rubber bands, all over the bed.
"Holy Christ!" Tony cried, almost dropping the gun. "How ... how much is there?"
"A little over or under eighteen thousand," Crystal said, looking at the naked greed in Tony's eyes and wishing that Jeff was there to handle this situation.
Tony smiled at the money and added it to the four thousand, in his head. Twenty-two thousand dollars, man-o-man! Then he regained his composure, slipping back into his part, and said, "I guess that clinches it, sweetheart! Business must be damned good, huh?"
"That's money from an inheritance!" Crystal cried. "I'm taking it to the bank in the morning!"
"Yeah! And I'm the Wizard of Oz!" Tony said, with a laugh. "This money is seized as evidence. Get your clothes on, Miss! You're under arrest!" Tony said, thinking of all the things he could buy with twenty-two thousand dollars.
She looked at him and tried to read him in her mind. He had the hungry look and just might go for a deal. She smiled and said, "Can't we talk this over?"
Tony's eyes narrowed. "What did you have in mind?"
"Two thousand," Crystal said. "You take it and walk out the door and let me get to bed. After all, what would you get out of it if you took me in? A pat on the back?"
He smiled. "You got a point, sweetheart, but three thousand would be a little better."
"Okay," Crystal said.
"Yeah, three grand and a piece of ass!"
Crystal shook her head. "No! You just get the money!"
He reached out and gripped the towel in his fingers. He gave a yank and it came away from her body. "I've had a hardon since I came in here, baby, and I'm too old to jerk off! Now, what do you say? Screw or jail?" he asked, running his eyes over her tits.
"You son-of-a-bitch!" she cried, hating him.
"Get your clothes on," Tony said. "I thought you were reasonable, but we can't get together."
"Five thousand!" she said.
"And a piece of ass!" Tony said, smiling.
She stared at him for a moment and then, abruptly lay back, spreading her long legs. "Okay, bastard, climb on and get it over with!"
Tony walked over to the dresser, put down the gun, and began undressing. "Baby, I might as well tell you that I'm a real lover," Tony said, taking off his shirt. "I'm not climbing on and getting it over with. You're going to lick dick and do all those cute tricks that I know you can do."
Crystal closed her eyes and wished that she could get her hands on his gun. At that moment, she could've blown his belly apart with hardly any feeling at all.
Tony's shorts dropped to the floor and he walked over to the bed. He looked down at her body and he felt his prick stiffening. "Baby, I've had all kinds of ass, but you have an out of sight body!"
Crystal opened her eyes and glared at him with naked hate. Her eyes were a deep brown, with long, black eye lashes and heavy lids, that gave her an almost oriental look. Her skin was a warm, light, chocolate color that looked like a deep tan and her nose was long and straight, with perfect nostrils, that flared in anger, above a wide, thick lipped mouth. Her black hair was worn long and natural, in the African fashion. Her breasts were exquisite, upthrust mounds of firm flesh, topped by two, perfect, warm brown nipples, the size of half dollars. Her waist narrowed to an almost impossible degree and then her hips flared out, generously, framing a flawless belly, before turning into two, strong, lush thighs. Her legs were long and shapely, with slight, muscular calves, that suggested that she did a lot of dancing.
"Lovely, chocolate bitch!" Tony said, licking his lips, as he stared down at the muff of pubic hair that almost hid the pink, inner depths of her naked cunt. She clenched her fists. "Come on, you pig!"
"Anxious, huh?" Tony said, climbing on the bed. "I got something that'll keep you quiet!"
He straddled her neck and held on to the headboard of the bed with one hand while his other hand gripped his throbbing prick. His balls were brushing her chin and he bent his cock down to move the head of his shaft across her thick, sensuous lips. A drop of his sexual fluid, from the hole of his aroused rod, was left glistening on her warm lips, as he pressed his cock flesh against her mouth and moved it from side to side.
"Come on, baby! I know you dig eating the old sausage, so lick!" Tony said, trying to thrust his cock at the center of her lips and make her open her mouth.
Reluctantly, as if she were another person, Crystal's mouth opened slightly and her tongue appeared, pressing against the head of his big dick. She tasted his flesh and then began moving her tongue over it, telling herself that he was just another customer and that it didn't really matter at all.
Tony groaned and looked down at her tongue moving slowly over his cockhead. He felt her saliva wetting his naked flesh and his hips moved forward, instinctively, driving the length of his cock against her licking tongue.
"Ah, baby, that's good! I knew you loved it," Tony said, gripping the headboard of the bed and rocking himself back and forth.
As the hard rod worked at her lips and tongue, Crystal drew within herself and let fantasy take over. Her fantasy told her that this wasn't a cop's cock she was licking; it was Jeff's beautiful prick. In the grip of that fantasy, she reached up with clutching fingers and took Tony's prick away from him, holding it tightly, and opening her mouth wide.
"Hey, now!" Tony said, delighted, as he watched her deep, chocolate lips wrap around the head of his cock, sucking it into the warmth of her mouth. "That's the way!"
He raised his buttocks off her chest, gripped the headboard with both hands, and drove his prick deep into her sucking mouth. He felt her tongue revolving, licking and sucking at every inch of his shaft, as it was buried deep in her throat. Then he pushed back with his hands, pulling his cock almost out of her mouth and watching as her lips were drawn back over his stiff flesh, like a second, clinging skin, that left a trail of saliva behind.
"Umphf! Umphf!" he cried, shoving in and pulling out, driving his dick against the ecstasy of her lips, mouth, and tongue, while her hands gripped his rod and played with his balls.
The two of them were lost; Crystal was lost in the fantasy that she was sucking Jeff's cock and Tony was lost in the ecstasy of Crystal's mouth sucking at his cock, unlike and greater than anyone who had ever sucked his flesh before. They were so lost that neither of them heard the door to the motel room open and close, as Nina slipped into the room.
Nina watched Tony's ass working back and forth, driving his prick in and out of Crystal's sucking mouth and Nina licked her lips. As she watched her lover rocking back and forth, her fingers unbuttoned the trench coat she was wearing. She drew it off her shoulders and dropped it on the floor, kicking off her shoes, and standing, beautiful and nude, holding her breath, as her pussy tingled and juiced.
Nina stood like that for a minute, watching Tony's ass humping back and forth, listening to his groans of pleasure, and then her eyes wandered down over Crystal's exotic body. She saw the money and moved a little closer to the bed, not believing her eyes. It looked like a million dollars to Nina and the two of them were having sex on top of it!
"OH, MY GOD!" she gasped, her mouth dropping open in delight.
At the sound of her voice, Tony jerked his eyes open and turned, pulling his cock out of Crystal's mouth. He saw Nina standing nude and looking at the money.
"Where in the FUCK did you come from?" Tony cried, moving off Crystal to beat the hell out of Nina. "I was just about set to come!"
Nina moved backwards, fast. She held up her hand. "Baby, don't be mad! I got worried about you and gave Jake a call. He said that you were here, so I came over and was watching you in the mirror, and got real sexy. I took my clothes off, and I was playing with my pussy, the way you like me to, and I got to thinking about how long it's been since we had a threesome. We never made it with a black chick before, and she looked so yummy that I just had to come in. She got me real hot and I know that you'd like to have me do something to her!"
Tony relaxed and smiled. "Why not? She got you hot, huh? So hot that you want to suck her chocolate cunt so I can see it? Is that what you want to do, Nina? You want to suck on her while she sucks on you and gets this dick up her snatch?"
Nina licked her lips and nodded. "I want to slurp her, lover!"
Crystal sat up and looked at Nina, who was licking her lips and running her fingers over her tits, squeezing and playing with her nipples, in a sexual daze. Crystal looked at Tony. "Who the hell is she? Another cop, maybe?"
"That's right, hot lips! This is police woman, Nina, who is going to slurp your juice, while you nibble her nookie," Tony said, laughing. "Now, move over so Nina can get in position!"
For the first time, since Tony had burst in on her, Crystal smiled. She looked at Nina and said, "I'd rather have her pussy in my mouth than your rotten cock!"
As Nina laid down on the bed with her feet pointing at the headboard, Tony said, "Did you hear that, Nina? She likes pussy better than cock! I think you got yourself a real lezzie, and she's going to love your snatch to death!"
Nina spread her legs wide, revealing her inner pussy, wet with sex juice, and ran her hands up her thighs, letting her fingers caress her cunt lips until they were wet, bringing them up quickly to caress her erect nipples, making them glisten with her sexual lubrication.
"Ooooo! Make her do it, baby! Get her on top of me and make her kiss me and love my titties and my box!" Nina cried, squeezing her tits together with her hands, while she squeezed her thighs together and had a small orgasm.
"You heard her," Tony said, to Crystal. "Love her up!"
Crystal moved on top of Nina, placing her legs between Nina's, and Nina reached up to cup Crystal's swinging tits, with anxious fingers.
"You have lovely, big tits, you sexy bitch!" Nina said, kneading Crystal's boobs. "Let me suck on them!"
"Help yourself!" Crystal said, bending so that her breasts were pushing against Nina's face.
Tony moved to a position where he could see all the action and sat down on the bed. He saw Nina's mouth encircle as much of Crystal's dangling tit as it could and suck her flesh in between her lips.
"Lick them, Nina! Lick them and suck them and make those fucking nipples get as big as my cock!" Tony moaned, running his hand over Crystal's back and down to her sleek buttocks.
Nina's mouth worked at Crystal's nipple, sucking and releasing, sucking and releasing, while Tony's fingers moved across Crystal's taut asshole and down into the lips of her cunt. He pushed his fingers, three of them, deep into her warm, wet pussy and began moving them back and forth in a hard fucking motion, while Crystal turned her head to look at him.
"Nice and tight, hot lips! And you're really digging it, aren't you? I can tell by how wet your cunt is!" Tony said, stroking hard against her pussy.
Crystal didn't answer him. She didn't tell him that Nina's sucking mouth and her licking tongue was what was really getting to her. She turned her head away and looked down at Nina.
Nina sucked at both of Crystal's tits and then she released them, putting her hands up to grip at Crystal's shoulders. "Kiss me, baby! Give me those sexy lips of yours!" Nina cried, hungrily.
A sensual smile flickered across Crystal's lips and she brought them down on Nina's lips, pressing tight against her mouth. Nina's legs came up, wrapping around Crystal's slim waist and locking over the rise of her buttocks, drawing Crystal's belly against hers and pressing Crystal's cunt lips to her cunt lips.
Nina let out a groan as Crystal began a rhythmic, fucking motion, using just her hips and grinding her pussy against Nina's. Nina's hands clutched at Crystal's back and she groaned again, against Crystal's lips, as she ran her tongue over Crystal's lips, seeking entry for her flesh.
Crystal's hips continued to move and she slowly relaxed her lips, letting them open like erotic petals of a flower. Nina gave a sigh, tasting Crystals breath and loving the woman's surrender, and then Nina's hot tongue was deep in Crystal's mouth, exploring and tasting, while their cunts moved faster against each other.
Nina pulled her mouth away from Crystal's. "I'm coming! God, I'm coming and it's so good! Give me your tongue! Give me...."
Nina's legs tightened as hard as they could tighten, as Crystal thrusted her tongue deep into Nina's mouth, shutting off her words. Nina's body shuddered and shook, her belly contracting and rolling with spasms of erotic energy, while her lips surrounded and sucked at Crystal's smooth tongue.
Damn! Tony thought, shoving his fingers deep into Crystal, here we have the hottest scene that I've been in, yet and there's nobody working the movie camera behind the mirror!
"Oh, that was fantastic!" Nina said, hugging Crystal tight to her, mashing their tits against each other. "I just have to suck your pussy, now!"
Tony glanced at his wristwatch and pulled his fingers out of Crystal's cunt. "That's a good idea, Nina. It's getting late and hot lips has to get to sleep. Besides, I'm kind of anxious to get my prick into her pussy after the way I saw her fuck you," Tony said, stroking his erect cock.
"You're going to love his cock, honey!" Nina said, taking her legs from around Crystal's waist. "He fucks like a bull. Just turn yourself around so your head is pointed the other way and I'll suck your clit while you eat me!"
Crystal raised herself up and turned around, straddling Nina's face with her thighs. She looked down at Nina's thighs spread wide apart and at her sex lips waiting for a kiss from Crystal's mouth. Crystal lowered her head and felt hands on her ass.
"This is going to be good!" she heard Tony say. "When I come in your cunt, it'll all run down into Nina's mouth. Nina likes to suck my come out of pussies, don't you, Nina?"
"I sure do! It gives it a real flavor!" Nina cried, digging her fingers into Crystal's asscheeks and pulling her down.
Tony was in back of Crystal. He positioned his throbbing cockhead against Crystal's juicy cunt lips and pushed, driving his cock halfway into her cunt. Crystal's hands went down and under Nina's buttocks, cupping them in her hands, and she raised Nina's ass off the bed, as she brought her tongue down on Nina's hairy slit.
"Oh, baby, baby, baby!" Nina cried, pressing her silky thighs against Crystal's face and thrusting her cunt against Crystal's tongue.
"Shut up and suck her cunt!" Tony said, shoving all the way into Crystal's pussy. Then he brought his hands up under Crystal and grabbed both of her dangling tits in his hands. As he worked his hips back and forth, driving his penis in and out of her juicy pussy, his hands squeezed and milked at her tits.
Nina's tongue licked at Crystal's cunt lips, right below Tony's flashing, moving shaft. With every other lick, she managed to also lick Tony's juice covered cock, adding to his pleasure. Then her lips and tongue found Crystal's clit and she drew it into her lips, licking at it wildly while Crystal did the same to her.
Tony felt Nina's tongue licking at his cock and it mingled with the feeling of driving his prick into the tight, wet depths of Crystal's clinging cunt. It mingled and he felt the slight stirrings deep in his cock flesh that told him that the feeling would soon turn to ecstasy and that he would come.
He drove his cock harder and faster and he cried, "Both of you! Suck faster! I'm going to come!"
Crystal, anxious to have it all over, moved her hips faster and bore down with her tongue, licking and sucking at Nina's clit, while Nina's thighs held her fast in a tight grip. Crystal felt Nina's lips holding her clit tight and licking it with an incredibly fast motion, from side to side.
Fingers of pleasure stroked the inner walls of Tony's prick and his time had come! He gave a groan, gripped Crystal's tits in a bruising grip and plunged his prick into her depths, as he felt the hot sperm jetting down its length to erupt inside her cunt.
Nina's cry of relief and ecstasy was smothered by Crystal's pussy grinding against her face and she opened her mouth wide as she felt Tony's come oozing out of Crystal's cunt and down on to her lips and nose.
Crystal came too, but she wasn't about to give Tony the satisfaction of knowing it. She felt his hands leave her tits and then his cock being drawn out of her pussy, while Nina's hungry lips and tongue licked the creamy come from her pussy.
Picking up the towel to wipe his cock clean, Tony said, "Roll over on your back, hot lips and Nina will lick you clean."
Nina took her mouth off Crystal's pussy. "Yes, baby, roll over so I can wash you!"
Rolling over on her back, Crystal spread her legs, as Nina moved around to get her mouth back on Crystal's come soaked, cunt. "Anything to get you out of me!" Crystal said, watching Tony begin to dress.
Tony drew his pants on and winked at Crystal. "Sticks and stones, baby! You can drop the act because I know that you really dug this scene and my cock."
Her eyes narrowed and she said, "The thing that I'm really going to dig is when I've seen you go, out that door over there."
Nina's hands were under Crystal's buttocks, cupping and squeezing them. Her tongue speared deep into Crystal's pussy and a loud, slurping sound was heard, as Nina sucked Tony's come and Crystal's cunt juice into her hungry mouth.
Tony was dressed. He walked over beside the bed and picked up his black case. "Okay, Nina, the party's over," he said, opening the case. "The way you're going at it, baby, you'll wear it out!"
Nina's tongue reluctantly left Crystal's cunt. She took her hands out from under Crystal's ass and said, "That was real good. You have a delicious pussy, especially with Tony's come on it."
Crystal barely heard Nina's words; her eyes were on the black case. "What are you up to now, cop?" she asked.
Tony laughed. "The last part of the deal, hot lips. If you're a real good girl and do exactly what you're told, you'll have seen the last of us in about a minute."
"Great!" Crystal said. "What do I have to do?"
The cap was off the ether can and Tony was pouring a small amount of it on a piece of cloth in his hand. "You just scoot down the bed and turn your back to me, baby. Then you close your eyes."
"No! You're going to do something to me!" Crystal cried, backing up against the headboard of the bed.
Nina said, "Do what he tells you, sweetheart. He isn't going to hurt you at all."
Crystal shook her head and Tony said, "Okay, I get the gun and put a slug in your belly, huh?"
She moved across the bed and turned her back to him. Her eyes closed and Tony's arm whipped around in front of her pulling her back against his chest, while his other hand covered her nose and mouth with the ether soaked cloth. Crystal screamed and brought her hands up to claw at his hands with her long fingernails.
"Grab her hands!" Tony cried. "The bitch is scratching the hell out of my hands!"
Nina moved around in front of Crystal and grabbed at the woman's hands. She caught them and then let go as Crystal shoved her knee into her stomach.
Crystal cried again but the cry was fainter and her hands tried to come up to claw at his hands but she moved in slow motion. Nina grabbed her wrists. "Easy, baby. Just go to sleep!"
Her arms dropped to her sides and she completely relaxed against Tony's body. He held her for another moment, and then took the cloth off her face.
"She's quite a cat!" Tony said, moving out of the way and letting Crystal down on the bed.
Tony went into the case again and took out a vial of liquid and a syringe.
"Where in the hell did all that money come from, lover?" Nina asked, picking up one of the packets of twenties.
He loaded the syringe and said, "She had it in a briefcase."
"It looks like a million dollars," Nina said, rubbing the money across her cheek.
"There's eighteen thousand," Tony said, injecting the fluid into Crystal's arm. Then he dropped the syringe in his case and closed it.
"Wow! I guess you'll buy me that diamond wristwatch and a lot of new clothes, huh? Boy! You might even buy me...." Nina went on.
He slapped her across the face, cutting her off in the middle of her sentence. "You start that buy me crap and maybe I'll up and sell your ass to the boss the next time there's an order for a hot, young blonde, baby! I ought to fix you good for coming in here the way you did, but it kind of added to the whole thing, so don't push your luck. Get the money in my case while I call, and be a good girl!"
She nodded and rubbed her cheek. "Sure, baby! Anything you say," she said, grabbing the money off the bed and tossing it into the black case.
Tony went to the phone and dialed. Then he stood, hatching Nina put the money into the case, until the phone was answered on the other end.
"That special package you ordered earlier this evening is ready to go! I have it at the usual place," Tony said, smiling into the phone, as he thought of all the things he could buy with the night's profits.
"I'll be there in an hour," Boris replied and then hung up the phone.
Nina was down on the floor picking up a few packets of bills. "Say, Tony, what happened to the guy she was with?"
He chuckled. "He had to go someplace. They had a real good time fucking and then he took off. He's coming back for her tomorrow night."
She got up off the floor. "What's going to happen when he finds her gone?"
"Jake is going to tell him that she checked out in a hurry and took off. He's going to naturally think that she skipped with the dough. I heard him telling her something about going to the bank in the morning. I'd like to see the look on his face when he finds her and the dough gone!" Tony said, laughing.
Nina was anxious to get back in Tony's good graces. She laughed along with him and said, "Yeah, that ought to be something to see!"
Tony looked at Nina's naked body. "Speaking of something to see, baby, you better get your ass into some clothes before Boris gets here. He's liable to take a good look at your goodies and jump you!"
She shivered as she thought of Boris' ugly face and big body. She rubbed her belly and asked, "Would you like to see that, Tony? Would you like to see him fuck me? I'd let him do it, if you wanted to see it!"
"You got the hots for him, Nina?" Tony asked, a little annoyed.
Nina shook her head. "No, baby, I just want to make you happy. I'd like to make you happy, right now!"
"What did you have in mind?" Tony asked, smiling lazily.
She wet her lips. "A quick blow job, or maybe a little ass fuck?"
He .glanced at his wristwatch and stood up. He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and pushed them down, along with his shorts. "We have about twenty minutes or so. Get over here and get my cock hard and then I want you to sit on it, with it up your ass!"
Nina gave him a sexy smile as he sat down in the chair. She hurried over to him and knelt on the floor, between his legs. Her hands picked up his limp prick and she said, "Baby, I'm going to make you so hard! I'm going to get you as hard as a broom handle and then you're going right in my tight asshole, where you'll be all nice and warm, and then I'm going to bounce up and down!"
Tony's cock quivered in her fingers and he reached out with both hands to grip her head. ' Less talk and more action, doll!"
She held his prick up and her lips came down, gobbling his bent shaft into her mouth. She rolled it around on her tongue and her lips moved back and forth, sucking at it with a hard suction. It jerked and she felt it begin to swell, its length filling with blood, that caused the veins on it to pulsate. Her fingers gripped his cock and jerked his flesh up and down, while her mouth sucked him to a powerful erection.
Nina took her mouth off his prick and moved her head back to look at his shaft, glistening with her saliva.
"It's ready, Tony, love! Real ready!"
"Wet your asshole, baby and climb on!" he said, anxious for the contact of her flesh.
She stood up and put her fingers to her lips. She wet them with her saliva and pressed them to her rectum. She did this two times and then, satisfied that her ass was ready, she straddled his legs, facing him. With an expertise, that came from doing the same thing, many times, Nina reached between her legs and gripped his shaft, guiding the tip of his cockhead to the rosebud of her anus.
Tony felt her rectum kiss the head of his cock, as it contracted, in expectation. He let out a deep breath. "Take it, baby! Take it!"
She increased the pressure of her descending ass and felt his cockhead penetrate her tight asshole, sliding easily into her. She let out a little gasp of pleasure and said, "Oooooo! You're so big, baby! I can feel it filling me up!"
His hands reached around in back of her and he cupped the cheeks of her ass in his hands, kneading her flesh and running his fingers over the ring of stretched flesh that held his shaft in a tight grip.
"More, baby! Take more of my cock into you!" he said, bringing his lips to one of her tits and sucking the big nipple on it, into his mouth.
"Yes! Oh, it feels so groovy! I love it, Tony! Your pecker was made for my asshole and it fits just right!" she cried, wiggling her ass in his hands and lowering herself all the way down on his long cock.
His mouth sucked at both her tits, drawing them into erection, while his hands began lifting her ass and then letting it down, pulling and pushing her tight asshole up and down his throbbing shaft.
Her hands held tight to his head, pressing his mouth tight against her tits. "Nibble them, Tony!" she cried. "I want to feel your teeth on my tits!"
He nibbled at her flesh, and she groaned in ecstasy as she began bouncing up and down, forcing her asshole over his cock flesh, faster and faster.
"Oh, Tony, baby, it's making me come!" she cried, squirming and tightening the muscles of her ass around his prick.
"I'm with you, baby!" he said, taking his mouth off her tits.
She pulled him tight against her and her ass slammed against his legs, pushing his cock deep into her, as she felt the hot jets of his come spurting into her through her own delicious orgasm.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Lawrence Holt took a puff of his cigar and his eyes narrowed as he looked at his son, who was sitting across from him, beside Rhonda, on a couch in their living room.
"You refuse to listen to reason, eh?" Holt asked, letting the smoke out of his mouth.
Jeff smiled. "If reason means another school, father, that's right. I'm home to stay, if you want me here, and if not, I'll be leaving tomorrow night."
"With that associate of yours, I suppose!" Holt said, grinding out his cigar.
"She goes where I go," Jeff said. "I wanted you to meet her, because if I stay here, she'll be living with us.
"You want to bring a whore into this house?" Holt asked, getting up out of his chair.
Rhonda laughed. "Really, daddy! The way you say whore makes it sound like leprosy, besides the fact that you're being very hypocritical."
"Shut up, Rhonda!" Holt snapped, angrily.
She settled back on the couch and smiled. She thought of how her father had gone about the mansion informing everyone that his son was coming home for a day or two and that there was to be no sex, except behind locked doors. Everyone was also cautioned to wear clothing at all times, until Jeff left the house.
Rhonda had asked her father, "What in the hell are you trying to prove?"
"Jeff's education is very important, Rhonda; he's going to be a lawyer. I have no intention of spending time explaining what's going on in this house, when that time should be spent in getting your brother back into school!"
"You're not fooling me, daddy. You're afraid that if Jeff finds out about your sexual wonderland, he just might decide to hang around and sample some of the delights, including me."
Her father had refused to discuss it further and now, he Stood, waiting for Jeff to answer.
"Well, young man," Holt said, "do you want to bring a prostitute into this house?"
Jeff looked at his father. "Dad, I think this conversation is a complete waste of time. You want me in another school and out of this house, and we both know the reason why. I want to do exactly what I want to do, and nothing else. I want to have a damned good time, every day of my life, for as long as I live, and my idea of a good time is not a boy's school!"
Rhonda clapped her hands. "Bravo!"
Holt sat down in his chair and sighed, hard. "I'm not going to get excited, Jeff; angry words and hot tempers have never settled anything. I will tell you that when a man has a son, he makes plans for that son, in hopes that his son will succeed in life. You will find that out for yourself, if you ever have a son. Well, it's getting late and you must be tired after all that driving."
Jeff nodded and said, "I could use some sleep."
"Perhaps, in the morning, after you're all rested," Holt said, smiling, "we can talk again and you just might see my point of view."
Jeff got up, shaking his head. "No way, Dad."
"Good night, Jeff," Holt said, pulling out another cigar.
"Good night. Good night, Rhonda," Jeff said.
"See you in the morning," Rhonda replied.
Rhonda waited until Jeff was gone before she said, "What's going to happen?"
Holt shrugged. "I don't know."
"You don't know? Then who the hell does?" Rhonda cried. "Are you going to let Jeff leave his home?"
He looked at her. "That's up to him, isn't it?"
She got up off the couch and said, "No, daddy, it isn't up to him! It's up to you! He doesn't want to go to school and his mind is made up. It's up to you, now!"
Holt rubbed his chin and said, "Like I told your brother, we'll discuss this in the morning, when we can all think clearer."
Rhonda was angry. "That's a good idea, father. Maybe you'll come to your senses after a little sleep. Before I go to my room, I'd like to give you something to think about."
"What are you talking about?"
"Just this!" Rhonda cried. "If Jeff leaves this house because of your insane jealousy, I'll be right behind him!"
Holt's mouth dropped open. "Baby, you...."
"You heard what I said! Don't start that baby shit because it won't work! Just think about it and believe that I mean exactly what I say!" Rhonda said, walking towards the doorway. "And don't come to my room tonight, because I'm locking all of my doors! Good night and pleasant dreams!"
He got up out of his chair, but Rhonda was gone. He stood staring at the doorway, and then walked back to sit down in his chair again. As he sat there, trying to think, Cynthia came walking into the room.
"Master, I was about to go to bed," Cynthia said, very low and sexy. "I was wondering if I could get you anything."
Holt looked at her. She was wearing a blue miniskirt and a white blouse that was open halfway down the front, revealing the swell of her magnificent tits and the generous cleavage between.
He nodded. "Perhaps a glass of wine. It will go well with the cigar."
She went to a decanter and poured the wine. Then she put it on a small tray and carried it over to him.
"Will there be anything else!" she asked, bending over to give him a real good look at her tits.
He took the wine from her and shook his head. "Good night, Master," Cynthia said, unable to keep a trace of sadness out of her voice.
As she started to walk away, Holt jerked his head up and said, "No, Cynthia! Wait!"
Cynthia turned, with a grateful smile on her face. "Yes?"
"I'd like you to sleep with me, tonight," Holt said. Cynthia's smile widened and she said, "Thank you, Master."
"Would you like a glass of wine, my dear?"
"Yes," she said, happily. "That would be very nice."
Upstairs, in his room, Jeff was ready to get into bed. He thought of Crystal and looked at the phone.
Then he glanced at the clock beside the bed and decided against calling her. He could do it in the morning and she was probably fast asleep. He turned out his fight and slipped under the covers. In a few minutes he was fast asleep.
Rhonda undressed, locked the doors to her bedroom, and slipped into bed, wondering what would happen in the morning. She tossed and turned for quite a while before she drifted off to sleep.
A little later Holt and Cynthia were smoking a joint in Holt's bedroom. Cynthia took a long drag and passed it to Holt.
'Would you like me to suck your prick, Master?" Cynthia asked, moving her fingers over his belly.
"Hmm? Oh, I don't know, my pet," Holt said. "I really ought to get some sleep."
Her fingers moved in a circular pattern in his cock hair and she asked, "Is there anything wrong?"
Holt chuckled and said, 'Wrong? Yes, there's quite a bit I have to think about, Cynthia."
She watched him take a long drag on the joint, finishing it, and asked, "Is there anything I can do for you?"
He lay, cradled in her arms, with his shoulder pressing against one of her firm tits. He was holding the marijuana smoke down in his lungs as long as he could. Then he let it all out and said, "You're doing quite a bit for me, just by being with me."
She smiled, hugged him tighter to her, and stroked the skin of his cock, lovingly. "I'm glad that I make you happy, Master."
Holt smiled and felt a tingle in his cock. "Very happy, Cynthia. That's one of the reasons I've kept you with me for so long."
Her fingers wrapped around his cock and she bent her head to kiss him on his cheek. "I love you, Master! I've always loved you!"
He turned in her arms to look at her face. She was a brunette, with long black hair that fell to a point, halfway down her back. Her eyes were brown, with light gold flecks and her eyelashes were long, giving her an exotic, gypsy look. Her high cheek bones and wide, sensuous mouth, with pouting lips, contributed to that look, making her a real beauty.
He reached up and pulled her mouth down to his, as he felt his cock growing rigid in her soft hand. Her mouth came down on his, opening, as she squirmed around, adjusting her body to press against his. Her tongue filled his mouth, stroking and licking his tongue, while his lips closed around it, sucking at it.
Holt pulled his mouth away from hers and said, "Now you've done it, Cynthia. You have me hot, hard, and excited! You love me, do you?"
"Yes!" she cried, feeling his fingers moving over the swell of her shapely hip, down across her belly to the black silk of her cunt hair.
His hand moved between her legs, as she spread them apart, and he cupped her pussy, bringing his fingers sliding down the center of her juicy, soft, slit. "How old are you, Cynthia?" he asked, pressing his fingers into her warmth.
Her fingers squeezed and stroked his shaft, making his foreskin cover and uncover his throbbing cockhead. "Twenty, Master!" she said, closing her thighs around his thrusting hand and holding him tight within her.
"Twenty!" he said, chuckling. "A delicious age, my sweet. Twenty, with the pussy of a goddess and tits and ass out of a wild, erotic dream. Come! Come and sit with your soft, firm, buttocks on my chest and let me drink the nectar of your cunt juice!"
Cynthia pushed herself up and got to her knees.
He looked up at her tits, firm and upthrust, jutting out above him. Her black hair half covered her right tit, with just her erect, pink nipple showing.
"Switch on the music and change the lighting," Holt said, moving his fingers over her thigh.
She quickly moved to the control panel and pushed two buttons. The soft white light in the room turned to a red glow, while the throbbing African music came drifting out of the stereo speakers in the room.
His hands came up in back of her, cupping her ass in the palms of his hands, as she settled into place with her thighs on either side of his neck. His nose moved into the forest of her soft cunt hair, breathing in the musky, sweet scent of her sex and her cunt lips pressed against his mouth.
"Ohhhh!" Cynthia gasped, feeling his wet tongue thrusting into her pussy, forcing her cuntlips apart.
His mouth sucked at her pussy, his tongue thrusting in and out of her cunt, sucking her juice into his throat. His fingers played with the globes of her ass and moved down the crevice between, searching for her asshole.
"Oh, Master, that feels so good!" she cried, as his tongue found her clit and his index finger stroked across her tight anus.
At that moment, the telephone beside the bed began to ring, softly.
Holt took his mouth away from her pussy. "Get that, Cynthia."
She reluctantly moved off his chest and picked up the phone. "Yes?"
"Tell the Master that the new girl has arrived and is in the room," Boris said.
Cynthia told Holt and he replied, "Tell him that I will take a look at her on the TV. He can retire for the evening."
She relayed his message and Holt asked her to turn on the TV set in the ceiling. She did, pushing the button for the room where Crystal was sleeping, with her hands and feet chained to the bed.
Holt smiled and stroked his prick, as his eyes moved over Crystal's body. "That Tony is quite a boy," Holt said, after he had examined Crystal's body quite closely.
"She's beautiful," Cynthia said, suppressing her disappointment of having had their sexual mood broken.
"Very," Holt said, dreamily. "I'm looking forward to sampling her charms in the morning. Good night, Cynthia."
He was asleep before she replied. She switched off the TV set and lay beside him a long time, awake, before she finally closed her eyes.
Jeff opened his eyes and looked at the clock. It was eight-thirty in the morning. He swung his legs out of bed and picked up the card, with the number of the motel. Then he picked up the phone and dialed, smiling at the vision of Crystal, waking up, in his mind.
"Let me have room sixteen," Jeff asked, when a sleepy voice answered.
There was a moment of silence and then Jake said, "The party in room sixteen has checked out."
"What?" Jeff cried, anxiously.
"She left last night, after a few hours here," Jake replied.
"There must be some mistake," Jeff said, trying to control his voice and temper. "I checked her in last night and she was supposed to wait until tonight for me to pick her up."
Jake chuckled and said, "Mister, this is a motel, not a prison. We can't keep our customers here if they want to take off."
"Look, I'll be down to see you in a while," Jeff said, standing up. "If you can find anybody that knows where she's gone or if she should call there and leave a message for me, I'll make it worth your while to give me any information you can get."
"Okay, Mac."
Jeff took a fast shower and dressed as fast as he could. He opened the door to his room and stepped into the hall, at the same time that Rhonda came walking past, wearing a blue robe.
She smiled. "Well, good morning, darling. Going down for breakfast?"
He shook his head. "Haven't got the time, sis."
"You're leaving?" she asked. "I thought you and daddy were going to have a talk."
"Something came up, Rhonda. I've got to go into Harborville to straighten it out. Tell father that I'll see him later."
He was starting down the stairs, moving fast. She hurried behind him and asked, "Is there anything that we can do to help?"
"No, it's something I have to handle myself!" he called, reaching the bottom of the stairs. Then he was gone out the door.
Jeff walked to his sport scar and opened the door. As he started to get into his car, he saw Crystal's purse on the back seat. She forgot it last night, he thought, and all of her identification is in it. He got into the car and started the motor, revving it up a few times.
The sound of Jeff's car woke up Holt. He groaned and found that he had a stiff right arm; Cynthia was lying on it, asleep. He pulled his arm out from under her and sat up in bed, as the car motor roared again.
Holt got out of bed and went to the window. He looked out and saw Jeff's car moving down the long drive. "Wait!" he yelled, throwing open the window. "Wait a minute, damn it!"
Cynthia sat up in bed, awakened by the sound of Holt's shouts. "What is it, Master?" she said, letting the sheet slip down to her belly, revealing her beautiful tits.
The car was out of sight. Holt slammed the window down and said, "It's my son. He just left the house!"
Cynthia got out of the bed, as Holt went running out of the room, naked.
As he got to the top of the stairs, Holt saw Rhonda at the bottom. "Rhonda!" he cried.
She turned. "Good morning, daddy."
"I just saw Jeff take off!" Holt said, out of breath. "We didn't even have that talk."
"Relax, daddy," she said, smiling. "Jeff said that he had something to take care of in Harborville and that he'd see you later."
Holt let out a sigh of relief as Cynthia came up in back of him.
"Are you coming down for breakfast?" Rhonda asked, looking at Cynthia.
"Yes, dear, I'll be down after I take a shower."
"See you," Rhonda said, walking towards the dining room.
Holt turned and put his arm around Cynthia.
"Come along, my dear and we'll take a shower together. As I recall, I rather neglected you last night, didn't I?"
Cynthia smiled. "I was just happy to be with you, Master."
They went walking back into Holt's bedroom.
Rhonda was sipping at her coffee when Holt and Cynthia came walking into the dining room, fully dressed.
Holt patted Cynthia on the ass and said, "Get me some breakfast, my pet."
As Cynthia hurried off to the kitchen, Rhonda said, "Jeff seemed to be very upset when he left."
"He didn't say where he was going?" Holt asked, taking a cigar from the box on the table.
Rhonda shook her head. "Just that it was some place in Harborville."
"I wonder what it's all about?" Holt said, as Boris came walking into the room.
She shrugged and said, "We'll probably find out later."
Holt looked at Boris and said, "I saw our new arrival last night, Boris. Tony really filled the order as far as looks are concerned. Did he fill you in on the details?"
Boris said, "She is quite accomplished in bed and very wild sexually, when she chooses to be. Tony pretended to be a cop, so she was naturally antagonistic towards him. He reports that she was rather eager to satisfy a woman friend of Tony's, who just happened to walk in on the whole scene."
"That sounds interesting. I take it, that's the black chick that Jim Anderson wanted?"
"Who is she?" Holt asked Boris.
The big man's eyes narrowed and he said, "She registered under the name of Crystal Jones, but she has no identification or purse with her. She was traveling with a man but he left her last night, after a short sexual encounter and was supposed to return today."
Holt rubbed his chin. "We're covered there. Jake will inform him that she checked out and that a cab picked her up. When the man checks with the cab company, he'll be informed that she was taken to the bus station, and our man at the station will report that she took off for the wide west."
"I think I'll take a look at our latest acquisition," smiled Rhonda.
Cynthia came walking into the room with a tray of food, as Rhonda picked up the remote control device and turned the TV set on.
"How much money did Tony make from her?" Holt asked, watching as the TV set lit up.
"He claims nothing," Boris said, "but I think he is lying. His girlfriend was very nervous when I asked him about it."
Rhonda pushed a button and Crystal appeared on the screen of the TV set. Her eyes were open and she was jerking at the chains holding her wrists and ankles to the bed.
"Well, she is a delicious looking piece!" Rhonda said, bringing the camera in for a close-up of Crystal's face and tits.
Holt nodded. "Boris, give Anderson a call and ask him to come out to look her over, tomorrow."
Rhonda pushed another button and the camera in the room moved down Crystal's body, presenting a picture of her hips, belly, and cunt on the screen.
"Did she have any luggage?" Holt asked, as he began eating his breakfast.
"Two suitcases," Boris said. "I had to break the locks to get into them but there was nothing in them but a lot of clothes, perfume, and personal items." Rhonda turned up the sound on the TV set and they heard Crystal yell, "WHAT KIND OF SHIT IS THIS? LET ME OUT OF HERE!"
Crystal was quiet for a minute, listening and looking around. Then she jerked at her wrist chains and yelled, "HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!"
"I'll go and keep her company," Rhonda said, getting up from the table.
Holt picked up his coffee cup and said, "I'll join you as soon as I'm finished."
"DAMN IT, YOU BETTER COME AND TAKE THESE FUCKING CHAINS OFF ME!" Crystal yelled. "DO YOU HEAR ME, COP?"
Crystal's head turned at the sound of the door opening. Then she smiled as she saw Rhonda and said, "Help me, please!"
Rhonda walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge of it. "Well, good morning, Crystal. Did you sleep well?"
Crystal frowned. "Where's the cop and who are you?"
"The cop wasn't a cop, Crystal and I am your Mistress," Rhonda said, reaching out to cup Crystal's tits with her hands.
"What in the hell are you talking about? Let me go, damn it!" Crystal cried, pulling at her wrists.
Rhonda's hands kneaded Crystal's tits and then she rolled Crystal's nipples between her thumbs and fingers. "Mmmm! You have very nice tits, slave! Nice and firm and smooth!"
"SLAVE? WOMAN YOU MUST BE OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND!" Crystal yelled.
Her fingers moved down over Crystal's belly and she said, "Relax, Crystal. You're going to get a sore throat if you keep yelling like that. I am your Mistress and I, and the Master, own you body and soul!"
She felt Rhonda's fingers spreading her cunt lips and she squirmed against the unwelcome invasion. "What kind of motel is this?" Crystal asked, trying to remain calm.
Rhonda ignored the question and moved her fingers deep into Crystal's pussy. "I hear that you dig making it with girls," Rhonda said, moving her fingers in and out of Crystal's clinging cunt lips.
"I dig making it with who I want to make it with, baby. Right now I don't dig making it with anybody. All I want to do is get out of this place!" Crystal cried, jerking her body to one side and trying to escape Rhonda's fingers, which were moving down to her asshole.
The door opened and Holt walked in followed by Boris. Crystal looked at him and said, "Will you help me or are you part of this madhouse?"
Rhonda's finger was pressing against Crystal's asshole, as Holt walked over to the bed.
"Help, my dear? What seems to be the trouble?" he asked.
Crystal stared at him and shook her head. "Forget it, Mac! If you can't see what the trouble is," she said, squirming to avoid Rhonda's probing finger, "then you're one of them."
"She has a very tight pussy, darling and firm, lovely tits," Rhonda said to her father.
Holt ran his eyes over Crystal and said, "Yes, she's beautiful."
Crystal sighed and relaxed her body. "Okay, I'm not going to get myself all worked up because it won't get me anywhere. Just tell me how long you intend to keep me a prisoner here and what this whole thing is all about!"
Holt smiled. "A very sensible attitude, my sweet. Tell me, would you like to go to the bathroom, take a shower, and have something to eat?"
"Yes!" Crystal said, eagerly.
"Fine!" Holt said, giving Boris the signal to unlock the cuffs on her wrists and ankles. "Make no effort to escape and we will not chain you up again, my dear. There is no escape from here, so don't try."
Boris quickly unlocked the chains and Rhonda moved out of the way for Crystal to get out of the bed. She stretched her arms over her head and then looked around the room.
"Where's my money?" she cried.
"What money?" Rhonda asked.
Crystal began breathing hard. "What money, huh? The eighteen thousand dollars!"
For once Boris's expression changed. His mouth dropped open as Holt looked at him and then Rhonda.
"Where would you get eighteen thousand dollars?" Holt asked.
"Okay, forget it!" Crystal cried. "Just let me get dressed and get out of here!"
Holt grabbed hold of her wrist and twisted it slightly. "When I ask a question, miss, I expect an answer. Where did you get eighteen thousand dollars from?"
"It's my inheritance!" Crystal cried, jerking at her arm.
Holt let her go. "Boris, I want you to get in touch with our boy, Tony. I want you to tell him that I am very displeased that he chose to lie about taking any money from our slave. I'm sure that the young lady is telling the truth and that there was eighteen thousand dollars in her possession. What we have to know is where it came from."
"Is that important, daddy?" Rhonda asked.
Holt nodded. "Who travels around the country, stopping at motels, with that much in cash on them? Bank robbers, embezzlers, or very eccentric people. Crystal doesn't strike me as the eccentric type and I don't believe her inheritance story, so this whole thing smells. Until we find out where the money came from we can't sell her to our client. She just might be wanted."
"SELL ME? Hey, man, they stopped doing that years ago or haven't you heard?" Crystal asked.
Holt patted her thigh and said, "Go take a shower, my pet and don't try anything foolish. I'll order you some breakfast."
She got up off the bed and walked to the bathroom as Boris started to leave the room.
"Boris!" Holt called, just before the big man closed the door behind him. "Get the money from Tony and tell him that it's forfeited because of his deception."
The big man nodded and closed the door, while Rhonda said, "You know, I was just thinking that the money might be counterfeit."
"A good point," Holt said, as he heard the shower go on. "We'll proceed as usual with the training and see what turns up, later. We can always drop her off some place if she turns out to be a criminal of some sort."
"You're not going to show her around the place, are you?" Rhonda asked.
Holt shook his head. "I'll blindfold her and take her up to my room. Perhaps, after we have all become better acquainted, she will tell us where she got all that money."
Inside the bathroom, Crystal had already discovered that there was no window. She had the shower running and her ear was pressed against the door. It was impossible to hear what they were talking about, so she turned and got under the shower. She thought about Jeff and smiled. If she hung on long enough, Jeff would show up and get her out of this!
At that moment, Jeff was standing in the room that Crystal had been in at the motel.
"I told you, mister," Jake said, rubbing his head. "She's gone and this is room sixteen."
Jeff turned and looked at Jake. "I said that I'd make it worth your while if you could find out anything for me about where she might have gone."
Jake nodded and said, "You sure did, but you didn't say exactly how much you were willing to pay"
"Damn you!" Jeff said, grabbing the front of Jake's shirt. "If you know something, tell me."
Jake's lips twisted and he said, "I got sort of a problem, mister. The lady gave me fifty to keep quiet about where she went."
Letting him go, Jeff said, "She what?"
He reached in his pocket and pulled out a roll of bills. There was a crisp, fifty dollar bill on the top. "There it is!" Jake said.
Jeff dug into his pocket and came out with a roll of money. "Here's a hundred. Where did she go?"
Jake grabbed the bills out of Jeff's hand and said, "My brother, Sid drives a cab, pal. He picked her up here, last night, a few hours after you checked her in, and drove her to the bus station. He was helping her with her bags and he heard her ask for a ticket on the bus leaving for Los Angeles."
Jeff shook his head. "I don't believe it!"
"It's the truth, mister," Jake said. "You can go down to the bus station and check it out and if I'm lying you can have your money back. For another fifty I can save you a lot of time and trouble."
Jeff gave him another fifty and Jake said, "She bought a ticket for Los Angeles but she's not going there."
"What are you saying?" Jeff cried, getting angrier by the second.
"Easy, mister," Jake said. "Sid was having a cup of coffee at the counter in the bus station and in comes this good looking guy. Well the lady in question acts like they're old friends, kissing him and all, and then they sit down close to Sid, who's got some pair of ears. He hears them talking about how they took some chump for a bundle and that they'll be off the bus a long time before it gets to Los Angeles."
"Where can I talk to Sid?" Jeff asked.
Jake said, "Come on down to the office and I'll give him a call."
Later, back at the Holt Mansion, after Crystal had finished her breakfast, Holt and Rhonda guided the blindfolded woman into Holt's bedroom.
"There," Holt said, taking the cloth off Crystal's eyes.
Crystal rubbed her eyes and looked around at the room. Her eyes took in the bed and the luxurious furnishings in the room. She frowned, trying to remember the outside of the motel she had entered the night before.
"Where am I?" she asked.
Holt waved his arm. "In the lap of luxury, my pet. But then, a person who carries eighteen thousand in cash around with them is used to luxury. Why don't you lay down on the bed and tell us all about yourself?"
Crystal shook her head and said, "I don't feel like laying down. I just got out of bed."
Rhonda opened the robe she was wearing and let it fall off her shoulders to the floor. She was wearing nothing but a pair of red bikini panties and Crystal was visibly impressed with the sheer perfection of Rhonda's body.
You like what you see, slave?" Rhonda asked, running her tongue over her lips.
Crystal's mouth tightened and she said, "Why don't you cut all that slave jive, sweet ass? This is the twentieth century."
Holt laughed as he unbuckled his pants. "The word slave has nothing to do with your color, my dear. All the women, who come to us or are sold to us, regardless of their color, become slaves-sex slaves."
With a laugh, Crystal said, "Well that makes me feel a hundred percent better, mister. I don't know what those other chicks dig in the way of sex, but nobody is making a slave out of me, no matter what it means."
Holt pulled his shorts off and said, "We bought you from Tony, Crystal and we intend to sell you to a very rich man, who will keep you in a style that you have never dreamed of. You will have anything you wish and all that will be asked of you is that you act as though that man is a god with a cock, no matter what you really think of him. You will serve his every erotic fantasy and convince him that you love every minute of it."
"No thanks," Crystal said, shaking her head. "I've already got a prior commitment."
"Tell us about it," Rhonda said, moving close to Crystal and running her fingers over the cheeks of Crystal's ass.
"It's my business," Crystal said, moving away from Rhonda's hand. "I will tell you this: go ahead and sell me, if that's what you got in mind, but that mother is going to have to keep me in a cell for the rest of my life. The first chance I get, I'll knee him in the balls and take off like the mother of big birds!" Rhonda laughed and said, "This is not going right at all, daddy. Got any ideas?"
Holt stared at the defiant woman and then smiled. "Perhaps, after she's gotten better acquainted with us on the bed, she'll have a change of heart."
Crystal shook her head. "No way, daddy! You can fuck my body but you can't fuck my mind."
Holt's cock began to jerk, as it grew erect. Nothing excited him more than a spirited woman and Crystal Jones was a spirited woman. He pointed to the bed and said, "Let's begin with your body, Crystal; we'll get to your mind later."
"Okay, what's a screw more or less?" Crystal said, getting on the bed. "It'll pass the time until you get tired of this game."
Holt opened the silver box beside his bed and said, "Would you like a joint, my dear? It might relax you."
Crystal smiled and reached into the box. "Well, this is more like it. This is the nicest part of this whole nightmare."
He held a match out for her and she expertly sucked the smoke deep into her lungs, holding it there, while Holt lit Rhonda's joint and his.
"This is real stuff!" Crystal said, letting the smoke out.
Holt moved on the bed beside her. "I knew you were the kind of girl that appreciates the finer things in life."
Rhonda walked around the bed and got in on the other side, moving close to Crystal, while she took another drag on the joint.
They sat smoking, quietly, while Rhonda stroked her fingers slowly up and down Crystal's right thigh and Holt moved his fingers over her left thigh.
Crystal looked down at their hands moving over her skin and she said, "I'll say one thing for you two; you sure know how to get a girl sexed up. Good grass that gets you high while you're smoking it and that business with the fingers. Makes me want to part my legs and let you do your thing. The only thing that's wrong is the lack of music and the daylight in here."
Holt grinned and reached out to press a few buttons. The drapes on the windows closed, blocking out the sunlight, the red fights came on, and the throbbing, African music began.
Crystal smiled a dreamy smile and said, "Hey, now! The old African beat! Are you folks playing that for little old me, special?"
Holt dropped his roach in an ashtray and said, "No, not special, my pet. I just happen to like African drums and flutes and things. It gets inside you and brings everything out."
"I know what you mean, big daddy!" Crystal said, drawing the last of the smoke from her roach, deep into her lungs. She held it there for a moment and then began moving, getting off the bed.
"Where are you going?" Rhonda asked, feeling herself going real high.
"When I hear a beat like that, momma," Crystal said, getting off the bed, "I just have to move my feet!"
Rhonda and Holt raised themselves up and watched as Crystal threw her arms into the air, arched her back like a cat and began to move her feet in rhythm to the music.
As Crystal began moving her body, Rhonda slid off the bed and began dancing, with her hands moving slowly over her tits, cupping and squeezing them together, while her hips swayed from side to side.
Crystal's body jerked and her belly rippled, undulating in sensuous movements, as she wet her lips and looked at Rhonda's beautiful form coming closer and closer to her.
Holt watched, holding his throbbing prick, while his daughter's hands captured Crystal's hips and pulled her belly close to Rhonda's belly. Their tits pressed together and they moved and fondled each other, as their lips came together in a wet, sensuous kiss.
CHAPTER NINE
Crystal's tongue stroked, wetly, across Rhonda's lips and her hands gripped the satin cheeks of Rhonda's ass, pulling her tighter against her body. Her fingers kneaded the firm flesh of Rhonda's asscheeks moving down under the sheer, silk fabric of her tight, red, bikini panties. Her mouth sucked Rhonda's lips into it and her hot tongue drove against Rhonda's lips, opening them.
"Give me your tongue, bitch!" Crystal murmured against Rhonda's mouth.
Rhonda's hand was pressed against the mound of Crystal's sex, rubbing against it, as their bellies moved from side to side, thrusting and undulating. Rhonda gave a groan of pleasure and drove Crystal's tongue out of her mouth, with her thrusting tongue. Crystal's fingers moved into the warm crevice between the hills of Rhonda's buttocks and began searching for her asshole, as she closed her lips around Rhonda's tongue and sucked at it as if it were a small cock.
The searching, probing fingers of Crystal's hand found Rhonda's asshole. She rubbed her fingers back and forth over it, as she sucked at Rhonda's wet tongue. Then she pressed her index finger against Rhonda's anus and pushed it deep into Rhonda's squirming asshole.
Rhonda pulled her tongue out of Crystal's mouth and let out a gasp of ecstasy as she felt the finger fucking in and out of her asshole. Her fingers gripped Crystal's cunt and then she sent three of them thrusting into the juicy depths of Crystal's writhing pussy.
"Oh, that feels good, baby!" Rhonda cried. "Let me have your tongue!"
Holt's fingers were wrapped tightly around his pulsating rod. He slowly jerked his foreskin back and forth, stimulating his cock flesh, as he watched the two women caressing and kissing each other, while their bodies moved in time to the music.
He glanced down at his prick, standing tall and jutting out of his moving fist. What we need is another female to attend to my prick, he thought, with a smile. Cynthia!
Letting go of his cock, Holt kept his eyes on the erotic show before him, while he picked up the telephone, pressed a button, and turned it into a public address system.
"Cynthia, my pet," he said, low and sexy. "Put on something absolutely erotic and come directly to my room!" Then he put the phone down and his hand went back to his prick.
When Holt had taken Crystal off to his room, with Rhonda, Cynthia had gone to the TV set in the dining room. She had jealously and sadly watched Holt in his room, while he watched the two women dancing with each other. As she watched, she had started to cry, wishing that she could be with Holt and satisfy his desires.
She almost fell off her chair at the sound of his voice calling her to his room. She got off her chair, rubbing at her eyes, and hurried off to her room, neglecting to turn off the TV set.
Rhonda's fingers were slick with the juice from Crystal's pussy, as they moved in and out, finger fucking her cunt, and rubbing against her grinding sex.
Crystal let out a low animal groan and pulled Rhonda still tighter to her, thrusting her cunt, quick and hard, back and forth, against Rhonda's thrusting fingers. She let out a gasp, shoving her finger deep into Rhonda's asshole again, and her whole body trembled.
"You're coming, aren't you, slave?" Rhonda asked, thrusting her three, juice covered fingers as far into Crystal's pussy, as she could.
"Yessss!" Crystal groaned, feeling the waves of ecstasy pulsating through her body.
Rhonda held her tight. "That's only the beginning! A little sample to let you know of the treats that lie in store for you! After coming like that, I know that you're eager to taste my sex, aren't you?"
Crystal felt Rhonda's fingers playing with her erect clit, stroking and rubbing it. She nodded, as the echoes of her orgasm faded and she returned to reality.
"Yes, momma," Crystal said, squeezing Rhonda's asshole between her thumb and finger. "I want to eat your cunt inside out!"
Taking her fingers out of Crystal's pussy, Rhonda said, "On the bed, slave! On your back and I will press my delicious cuntlips to your mouth while I taste your juice!"
One of Holt's hands held his balls and the other "" was going up and down, stroking lazily over the hard shaft of his prick. As Crystal got on the bed, she looked at Holt's prick and his hand stroking at it.
"Hey, big daddy!" Crystal said, putting her hand on the head of his cock. "That's some stinger you got there! You having a lot of fun playing with all that meat?"
He watched her fingers playing with his cockhead, as she squeezed it, and he said, "I'm having a great time, as I always do, my pet. Take a good look at my cock and a good feel of it, so you'll know it when it dips into your juicy hole!"
She gave his prick a hard squeeze and said, "See you later, big dick, I've got a date with a sweet pussy!"
Crystal rolled over on her back and pulled a pillow under her head. She bent her legs and spread them wide, bracing the soles of her feet against the bed. Then she ran her hands down over her tits, as she looked at Rhonda, who was standing at the foot of the bed, her skin bathed in the soft, red glow of the lights.
"Come and get it, pussy sucker!" Crystal said, sexily, as she moved her fingers down, over her belly, to spread the lips of her sex in invitation.
Rhonda licked her red lips as she looked down at the sexual delicacy awaiting her tongue and lips. Crystal's pussy lips and inner cunt was wet with the juice of sex.
"I'll get it, slave," Rhonda said, still swaying in time to the music. "But I think we ought to have some oil and the vibrators. How would you like to have a vibrator on your asshole, while you're eating and being eaten, chocolate baby?"
"Lay it on me, momma!" Crystal cried, moving her index finger over her excited cunt lips and clit.
The door to Holt's room opened as Rhonda went to a chest in the room to get the vibrators and the oil. Cynthia came walking into the room and she smiled as she saw Holt stroking his prick.
"You called, Master?" she asked, standing still for his inspection.
Holt nodded and ran his eyes over her body. She was wearing a pair of Hack rubber panties that were so sheer that her pouting, cunt lips could be seen in outline, pressing against the front of them. Her tits were encased in a rubber bra that was of the same texture and Holt could see her erect nipples thrusting against the sheer rubber. On her feet and legs she was wearing a pair of soft, white leather boots that came half way up her thighs.
"Lovely!" Holt said, patting a place on the bed, beside his body. "Come and play with my cock, Cynthia, while we watch the girls!"
As Cynthia moved to do his bidding, Rhonda was walking around the end of the bed. She had two vibrators and a bottle of scented, body oil in her hands. On the end of the vibrators there were attachments that were made of hard rubber in the shape of seven inch cocks.
Rhonda quickly plugged the vibrators into a wall socket, while Cynthia settled herself beside Holt and eagerly took his shaft into her hands. "I'm so happy you called me!" she said, caressing his cockhead with her soft fingers, while her other hand lovingly cupped his balls.
Crystal took the vibrator that Rhonda handed her, and smiled as she saw the cock attachment. She flipped the switch on, and quickly pressed the rubber shaft deep into her pussy, as Rhonda uncapped the body oil.
"Easy with the vibrator, slave!" Rhonda ordered, sitting down on the side of the bed. I wouldn't want you all fucked out before we get started."
The vibrator hummed, as Crystal moved it back and forth, inside her juicy cunt, fucking herself. "Don't worry about me, baby! I love sex and I can handle as much as you got!" Crystal said, moving her ass up and down, as she worked the vibrator around and around in her pussy.
Cynthia held Holt's rod in her fist and moved her thumb lightly, back and forth, over the sensitive area behind his cockhead. She felt his prick flesh throb against her fingers and she said, "Master, I want to suck it! I'm so hungry for the taste of your cock against my tongue!"
Holt's fingers pressed against her head, as he watched his daughter pour a generous amount of the body oil on Crystal's belly. "Yes, my dear, suck it! Suck it and lick it!" he said, pushing her head down towards his throbbing prick.
She moved forward with obvious delight, placing herself on her belly with her head between his legs. She gripped his cock with both hands, close to the head of it, and formed her mouth into a tight O. Then she pressed the tight ring of flesh to the tip of his prick and using the wet tip of her tongue, she licked the hole in the head of his cock.
Rhonda's hands moved over Crystal's belly and thighs, as the vibrator hummed on. She worked the scented oil into Crystal's skin, with hard, kneading strokes, until the area was thoroughly greased.
"Ohhhh!" Crystal cried, stiffening her body and thrusting her ass off the bed. "Oh, take me home!"
While Crystal groaned through that orgasm, Rhonda's fingers, covered with oil, massaged and caressed the firm hills of Crystal's chest, making them glow with the slickness of the oil.
"Wow! That was some trip!" Crystal said, sighing and letting her ass relax against the bed.
"Okay, get that fake cock out of your snatch and roll over on your belly, slave. You're about to have your asshole oiled!" Rhonda smiled, pouring more oil into her hand.
"Delicious!" Crystal answered, pulling the cock out of her pussy. She rolled over and flexed the cheeks of her ass in anticipation.
Rhonda moved her hands together, spreading the oil on both of them, and then she brought them down on Crystal's buttocks. Her palms moved against the firm asscheeks, feeling and massaging the oil into her skin. Then her oily fingers were greasing the tight divide between, moving down until she was fingering Crystal's asshole.
"Ah! That feels so...." Crystal began and then she muttered, "Wow! I feel something biting at my asshole. It feels like fire, but it feels soooooooo! good!"
Holt watched his daughter's fingers working on the chocolate ass, and his fingers moved through Cynthia's long, black hair, caressing her head and pressing against it, forcing it down over his shaft.
Cynthia gripped his prick flesh as tight as she could with her clinging lips, and pressed her head down, letting the head of his cock move deeper into her throat. She brought her head up the shaft, taking air into her lungs, and then down went her lips, sliding over his stiff flesh, while her tongue laved its length.
Now, me!" Rhonda said, slapping one of the cheeks of Crystal's oily ass. "Grease me up and get me ready!"
The mouth on his cock felt good. He looked down at Cynthia and found that she was looking up at him, while her lips moved up and down his shaft. He smiled at her, as he saw the look of absolute devotion in her eyes. They looked at one another and at that moment, as if a spark of electricity had passed between them, a silent unspoken message sent from her eyes to his, Holt knew that she loved him. Not a love of greed, or necessity for what he had or what she could get from him, but pure unselfish love.
"With grass, the blind shall see!" he whispered, caressing her head, lovingly, and lifting his ass off the bed to thrust, in ecstasy, at her mouth.
"What?" Cynthia asked, taking her lips from his prick.
He smiled down at her and said, "A little philosophy, my love. When I smoke and get high, I sometimes have bursts of reflective thought."
Her tongue licked at his cock and her eyes closed. He watched her for a moment and then a groan from Rhonda brought his attention back to his daughter and her sex partner.
Crystal's oily body was straddling Rhonda's body at the waist. The black girl's hands were covered with oil and she had Rhonda's firm tits in her hands, mauling the globes with wriggling, clutching fingers.
The lips on his cock began sucking at his hard flesh, as Holt watched Crystal slide backwards, moving her hands from Rhonda's tits. Then Crystal was pulling the red, bikini panties down.
"Lift your royal ass, princess!" Crystal said, jerking at the silky fabric.
Down went Cynthia's sucking lips and up went Rhonda's ass, lifting off the bed, while Crystal drew her panties over the cheeks of her ass. She pulled them down over Rhonda's legs and off her feet.
Crystal looked down at Rhonda's belly and the silky, forest of cunt hair that glistened from the sex juice on it. "Spread your legs and let me see it!" Crystal said, picking up the bottle of oil.
Parting her legs, slowly, Rhonda watched Crystal pour some more oil into her hand. "Not bad!" Crystal said, putting down the bottle and moving her hands together.
Cynthia's tongue was pressed against the head of Holt's cock. She licked it and then pursed her lips together, kissing his cock flesh, while Holt gave little thrusts with his ass, driving his prick against her warm mouth.
"Ah, that's good, my love!" Holt uttered. "Why don't you get a vibrator from the drawer over there and use it on my prick?"
"Yes, Master!" Cynthia said, letting go of his cock.
Rhonda's belly was shiny from the oil on it. "Roll over and let me see your fantastic ass!" Crystal said, rubbing her hands together.
Rhonda turned her body over and presented the firm cheeks of her ass to Crystal's view. Then she felt Crystal's oily hands moving on her asscheeks, greasing them and kneading them.
"A little extra oil for your hole, precious," Crystal said, picking the bottle up.
Cynthia had the vibrator plugged in. She moved across the bed, flicking on the switch, and took hold of Holt's big prick again. She pressed the vibrator to the tip of his cockhead and began licking the sensitive underside of his prick, while his ass went thrust-off the bed, pushing his cock at her mouth.
"Oooooo!" Rhonda cried, as she felt the oil on her asshole.
Crystal's fingers pinched at her anus and massaged Rhonda's buttocks. "Kind of bites, doesn't it, princess?" Crystal asked, remembering how it had felt on her own asshole.
"Mmmmm!" Rhonda murmured, flexing her asscheeks under Crystal's kneading fingers.
Down came Crystal's hand and she slapped Rhonda's ass, hard! "Come on, baby! Get up and let me lay down so you and me can eat!"
While the two women exchanged positions, with Crystal getting on the bottom and Rhonda on the top, Cynthia's tongue moved up and down the length of Holt's saliva covered shaft, licking and kissing his flesh.
He watched as his daughter lowered her pussy to Crystal's waiting mouth and he saw Rhonda reach down under Crystal's hips to cup the chocolate girl's oily buttocks in her hands.
Holt reached down and pushed the vibrator away from the head of his cock. "I'm right on the verge of coming, my dear," he said. "Wait a minute or so and begin again."
Cynthia smiled. Her fingers played with his balls, while she waited for his feeling of impending ejaculation to pass.
The two women each had a vibrator in her hand. Rhonda pushed the switch for hers at almost the same moment Crystal turned hers on. Crystal began pushing her tongue through Rhonda's scented, cunt hair, searching for the juicy lips of her sex, as Rhonda pushed the fake cock into the depths of Crystal's pussy and sucked at the clit, just above the shaft of the vibrating cock.
"JESUS!" Crystal yelled, as she felt the inner walls of her cunt vibrating while her clit was being sucked and licked. "Oooooweee, you sweet, momma, YOU!"
The vibrating, fake, rubber cock in Crystal's hand moved across Rhonda's greasy asscheeks, slid down the crevice between them, nosed its way down that oily valley, to the tight, rosebud of an anus, pausing there for a moment to tantalize, and then slid into the waiting, juicy hole of Rhonda's sex, while from underneath, Crystal's tongue and lips moved to Rhonda's clitoris and captured the love prize.
"Uhhhhheeeee!" Rhonda cried, letting go of Crystal's clit for a moment of ecstasy.
They both knew exactly how the other felt and they began returning pleasure for pleasure, licking and stroking, sucking and probing with the vibrating cocks and their talented, hungry, wet tongues and lips. They sucked the juicy discharges of sexual lubrication from each other's pussy and their tongues dove for more, pressing and thrusting around the vibrating cocks, hungrily eating the sex nectar.
A third vibrator joined the two and Holt's groan of pleasure mingled with the slurping sounds of the women, as Cynthia began to eat his cock again.
She held the vibrator to the tip of his prick and then began moving her tongue up and down, up and down, up and down, over and over and over again, licking his entire vibrating shaft, while he moved his ass, thrusting his prick flesh against her flashing tongue.
"Oh, baby, suck it!" he cried, drawing his ass back into the bed and then thrusting up with it, driving the length of his shaft past her wet lips and tongue.
She drew the vibrator off the tip of his prick, shifting it to press it against the side of his cock, while her mouth moved with a wild, hungry swiftness and covered his cockhead with her clinging, plunging lips.
Rhonda pulled the vibrating cock out of Crystal's pussy and moved the juice covered, rubber cockhead down to Crystal's asshole. As her tongue plunged into the depths of Crystal's dripping cunt, Rhonda pushed the fake cock against Crystal's anus, forcing the head of it to penetrate Crystal's asshole.
Crystal felt Rhonda's tongue and mouth sucking at her inner cunt and added to her ecstasy was the vibrating, rubber prick shoved into her ass.
"WHEEEE!" Crystal cried, thrusting her ass off the bed and moving her cunt hard against Rhonda's face, as the vibrator was pushed in and out of her asshole and Rhonda's tongue licked the length of Crystal's cunt lips.
Taking her lead from Rhonda, Crystal pulled the vibrating cock she was holding out of Rhonda's pussy and brought the rubber cockhead nosing up against Rhonda's asshole. Crystal pushed and the rubber prick, slick with the mice of Rhonda's cunt, pressed against Rhonda's oily asshole and slowly inched into the rosebud anus.
Rhonda's groan of pleasure was muffled as Crystal pressed her thighs tight around Rhonda's head. The two women pushed the vibrating pricks into and pulled them out of their partner's assholes, while their mouths sucked and licked, building the pressure within each of them to an unbearable degree.
Rhonda was the first to reach the point of no return. Her body stiffened for a second and then she pressed her pussy as hard as she could, downwards, thrusting and grinding it against Crystal's hungry, wet mouth, while jolts of delight and ecstasy coursed through her belly and cunt, making her cry out like a wounded animal.
Crystal braced her feet against the bed and shoved upwards, thrusting her cunt lips against the mouth that was crying out, as she felt the overwhelming waves of orgasm flooding through her body. The tingling in her asshole and the delight of the tongue that stroked her clit, drove her over the edge and plunged her shaking body into completion.
The two of them lay with their faces buried in each other's thighs as the vibrating pricks hummed within their asses, and they wondered at the moment.
Holt was on the verge of coming again. He was tempted to let his sperm go and flood the mouth that sucked tirelessly on the head of his throbbing erection.
"Oh, baby!" he cried, thrusting his ass off the bed, as he fought against the feeling of letting it all go.
Cynthia took the vibrator away from the side of his shaft and drew her lips off his cockhead, with a sucking kiss. "Do you want to come, Master?" she asked, slowly stroking his prick with her hand.
His ass relaxed against the bed, as he felt the pressure in his balls subside for a moment. "I was toying with the idea, my love, but I think not. Come ride my prick for a while," he said, stroking her hair with the palm of his hand.
Cynthia put the vibrator down beside him and asked, "Do you want me to take my panties off?"
Holt thought for a second and then he sat up, shaking his head. "No. Leave them on, my pet. I have a delicious idea," he said, reaching out to open the drawer of the table beside his bed. He searched for a moment and then drew out a small pair of scissors.
"Come here," he said, motioning for her to get on him.
She moved her legs apart and swung her right one over his body, straddling him at the waist.
He shoved his left hand down inside the sheer rubber panties and pulled them away from her pussy. While he held them like that, his other hand used the scissors, cutting a small hole in the rubber panties.
Holt tossed the scissors back into the drawer and was about to withdraw his hand from inside her panties. Then he felt her cuntlips, warm and wet against the back of his hand.
"Your pussy is wet. Nice and wet and juicy!" he said, moving his hand against her sex. "It must really excite you to suck my cock."
"You excite me, Master," she said, with a smile. "My pussy started juicing while I was dressing to come in here, but it does excite me to suck your delicious prick."
He smiled and said, "Press forward while I put my prick through the hole in your panties and then, into your cunt."
She moved forward and he pressed his cock against the rubber panties, sending it through the hole he had made. Then she shifted a little and his cockhead found the moist, warmth of her sex. She looked down, pressing against his erection, and saw his shaft slowly moving through the hole in her rubber panties.
The rubber gripped the base of his prick with a gentle pressure, adding to the delight of having his cock flesh buried in Cynthia's juicy pussy.
His hands gripped her hips and moved upwards, caressing her soft skin, as she began raising herself up and drawing her cunt lips over his stiff prick. She brought her cunt down, covering his juice covered staff, as his fingers closed over her rubber-encased tits. Then her pussy was moving upwards again as he dug his fingers into the rubber bra, kneading her thrusting globes.
Rhonda raised her face from Crystal's cunt. She pulled the vibrating rubber cock out of Crystal's asshole. "Turn that thing off, slave, before I go out of my mind!"
Flipping the switch, Crystal drew the cock out of Rhonda's asshole and moved out from under her body.
"Baby, that was a real trip!" Crystal said, moving her fingers to her ass. "My rear end is still humming like a bee!"
"Yours?" Rhonda noted with a laugh. "Mine feels like there's a whole nest of bees inside it!"
"What's next?" Crystal asked, looking over at Cynthia's buttocks, peeking out of the sheer rubber panties, as Cynthia moved herself up and down over Holt's body.
Rhonda let out a sigh. "Just rest yourself for a few minutes and I'm sure daddy will think of something to entertain you."
Crystal smiled. "You and me are nice and friendly, princess. How about letting me use your telephone for a little call?"
"That's a no-no! But you could tell me all about that eighteen thousand you say you had."
"Forget it, sweet legs," Crystal said, with a laugh. "I'll just wait until I get the chance and then you're going to see nothing but dust as I do my bye-bye routine!"
Rhonda patted Crystal on the buttocks and said "Dream on, slave. Your ass, sweet as it is, belongs to us."
Holt groaned and gave a thrust with his hips, driving his prick upwards into Cynthia's descending pussy. His hands were still at her tits, rolling and kneading them through the sheer rubber bra.
Cynthia had her eyes closed and her hips moved from side to side as she drew herself up, over his rod. "I'm going to come!" she cried, pushing herself down again, faster.
"Good!" Holt said, as his fingers pulled the rubber bra away so he could feel the skin of her boobs.
"Uh, uh, uh, OOHHHH!" Cynthia gasped, rolling her hips and slamming her cunt down on the base of his throbbing prick. "Oh, it feels so good!"
His fingers dug into her tits, as she came, and he pulled her forward, making her bend her lips to his. Her mouth opened over his and surrounded his lips, her tongue moving between her lips to spear at his mouth.
Crystal rubbed her belly and looked at Rhonda. "Looks like daddy has forgotten all about me, baby."
"Don't worry about it, slave," Rhonda said, smiling and running her hand over Crystal's chocolate buttocks. "He'll get to you."
"Not the way that girl is working his meat," Crystal muttered, looking at Cynthia. "She's screwing it down to nothing."
Rhonda laughed. "If you knew daddy better, you'd know that this is just his way of warming up, but you'll find that out for yourself."
Crystal shrugged and stretched out on her back. "Wake me up when my turn comes, princess. I'm going to sleep and dream about my man."
She closed her eyes and listened to the music, wondering where Jeff was and when she would see him again. She thought of Jeff and wondered if he knew that she was gone from the room.
At that moment, miles away, Jeff was standing in the bus station, with all hopes of locating Crystal fading away.
Lou, a thin, nervous man, who had shifty eyes, stood behind the ticket window, at the bus station, and nodded. "Sure I'm sure! Man, I don't see that many black chicks come through here and the ones I see don't look as good as that one did."
Jeff's lips tightened. "You sold her a ticket for Los Angeles?"
Lou nodded and said, "Yeah, I sold her a ticket and then about a half hour or so later she comes back to the window to buy another ticket for the same trip. I asked her if she lost the first one I sold her and she said that she had a friend that was traveling with her. I wasn't busy, so when she walked away, I watched her and I saw her handing a guy some money and what looked like a ticket."
Jeff shook his head and passed a twenty dollar bill through to Lou. "I guess that clinches it. Thanks."
Lou pocketed the money and said, as Jeff walked away, "Glad to help you, Mac."
As soon as Jeff left the bus station and Lou was sure he was gone, Lou picked up the phone and dialed Tony's number.
Tony was nude and he had company. He was standing in his bedroom, shaking his head, while Nina lay in his bed, with the sheet pulled up around her neck. Boris was sitting on a chair looking at Tony, when the phone rang.
"It's crazy, I tell you!" Tony said, trying to smile. The telephone rang again and Tony looked at it. "I better get that," Tony said, nervously.
Boris said nothing; he just stared at Tony.
"Hello," Tony said, picking up the phone. Then he said, "Okay, Lou. Look, I'm busy! I'll call you, later." He put the phone down.
Boris stared at Tony and Tony looked down at his feet. Then he looked back at Boris and said, "Why don't you say something?"
"I did, when I came in. You lied about the money and I came for it. Get it, now!" Boris said, rubbing one of his huge hands against the other.
Tony tried to smile but he thought of what Boris's hands could do to his looks. He turned to the bed and said, "Tell him, Nina! You were there! Tell him there was no money!"
Nina looked at Tony and then she looked at Boris. Boris said, "I hate women who lie! I knew a woman, who lied to me, once. She had an accident and got her arms and legs broken. She was never right after that."
"For God's sake, Tony, give him the money!" Nina cried.
Tony's body began to tremble and he tried to laugh. "Boris, I was just kidding about the money. I mean, I was going to tell the boss all about it."
"Let's have it!" Boris said, standing up.
"Sure thing!" Tony said, getting down on his hands and knees and reaching under the bed. He pulled out Crystal's briefcase and his own black case.
'The boss is very displeased with you, Tony," Boris said. "Now, you tell me everything you know about that girl and you better not leave out any details!"
Tony opened his case and began taking the packets of money out of it and putting it back in Crystal's briefcase. As he worked, he began telling Boris all about Crystal, from the moment he had seen her in the restaurant with Jeff.
Jeff, madder than hell, was on his way back to his father's mansion and he drove wildly, taking out his anger on the road and the car.
CHAPTER TEN
Cynthia was lying beside Holt and they were sharing a joint. She took a puff, drawing the smoke down into her lungs, and passed it to Holt.
"Thank you, my dear," he said, taking it from her. Then he looked down at Crystal and smiled. "Did you enjoy your sexual romp, Crystal?"
"Out of sight!" Crystal said, drawing on the joint that she was sharing with Rhonda. "The princess rang my bells."
Holt took a drag on his joint, held the smoke down for a moment, and then let it out. "I hope you don't feel that I've neglected you, Crystal. You were having such a good time that I just couldn't bring myself to interrupt. Then too, I was distracted by my lovely companion here," Holt said, patting Cynthia's leg.
"Don't fret yourself, daddy," Crystal answered. "I hardly missed you and besides I worked up quite an appetite with all that eating I was doing."
Rhonda said, "Speaking of appetite, reminds me of food. How about if I call down to the kitchen and order us up a few delicacies, father?"
Holt licked his lips and said, "That sounds like a splendid idea, dear. Ask Flora to send up some shrimp cocktail, caviar, and whatever else you can think of."
"Right!" Rhonda said, reaching for the phone. Crystal chuckled and said, "You folks really know how to live!"
"All of this, or something very like it, could be yours, my dear," Holt said, waving his hand. "There's a very rich man, who's interested in you and from what I've seen of your sexual capacity, the two of you would get along splendidly."
Crystal shook her head. "No thanks."
Holt smiled. "You're a very friendly girl, Crystal, but stubborn. Perhaps, after I've fucked you and you meet your intended Master tomorrow evening, you will change your mind."
She laughed. "You're wasting your time with me, daddy. Now, I could get you a girl, who would be very interested in your offer."
"Oh?" Holt said, raising his eyebrows. "Who would that be?"
"You let me make a few telephone calls and I'll have her down to this crazy motel in no time at all," Crystal said.
Smiling, Holt just shook his head and smoked the rest of his joint.
A few minutes later, there was a buzzing sound and Cynthia got off the bed and walked over to a dumbwaiter. She opened the doors and pulled out a tray of sandwiches, shrimp cocktail, caviar, crackers. She carried them over to the bed and put them down.
"Fetch a few bottles of champagne, my love," Holt told Cynthia.
Cynthia nodded and went to a small bar on the other side of the room. She got glasses and opened a small refrigerator to get the champagne, while Crystal and the others, high on the grass, dug into the food and began eating.
Holt popped the stoppers on the champagne bottles and Rhonda poured a round for all of them.
"To sex!" Holt said, raising his glass.
"And freedom!" Crystal added, raising hers.
They hungrily ate and drank and consumed everything but a little champagne, in short order.
Then, after a short rest, Holt had the bed cleared of the remains of their meal.
"The time has come for me to sample your charms, Crystal," Holt said. "Come up here and lay with me."
Crystal crawled across the bed to him and knelt on her knees, rubbing her oily belly. "Just like a man; you fill up a girl's belly and now you want to fuck it all out of her, huh?"
Holt reached out and pulled her down into his arms. He chuckled. "You are about to have an experience you will long remember, my pet!"
She was about to answer him but his lips came down on her mouth, shutting off her words, and his hand went to the swell of her hip, drawing her closer, as he kissed her.
Rhonda poured a little more champagne into her glass and sat, sipping it, on the end of the bed, with Cynthia, watching, as her father's hand moved, caressing and stroking, across Crystal's belly.
His fingers stroked at her oily cunt hair, moving lower and lower, across the lips of her sex, while his tongue pressed between her sensuous lips, searching for her tongue.
He spoke against her mouth and said, "Take my cock, you hot bitch! Take it and hold it in your hand!"
Higher than high from the grass and the champagne, Crystal drifted easily into fantasy. The man who was holding her, kissing her, and moving the tips of his fingers up and down the length of her pussy lips, was Jeff! Drifting deeper into the fantasy, she parted her legs, making way for his probing fingers and brought her hand up his thigh, to his stiffening prick. She clutched the cock flesh in her fingers, stroking his foreskin back and forth, tightening and loosening her fingers around his shaft, as she jerked it to a full, throbbing erection.
Jeff's car slammed to a hard stop at the gates to the mansion and he waited impatiently, racing his motor, for the gate man to recognize him. Then the gates swung open and Jeff stepped on the gas, moving through the gates and heading for the mansion, a half mile away.
The car went about three quarters of the way and then sputtered, the motor coughing and choking. Annoyed, Jeff looked down at the gas gauge and saw that the car was out of gas. The motor coughed again and then quit, as Jeff steered the car to the side of the drive.
He got out of the car, slammed the door hard, and walked, quickly, to the large house, a short distance away. Opening the front door, he walked down a hall, heading for the dining room. He wanted something to eat and most of all, a drink.
Jeff walked into the dining room and was about to go on into the kitchen beyond, when he saw the TV set on. In his angry state, he thought for a moment that the bedroom scene he was looking at was from some old movie. Then he heard his father's voice.
Suck my cock, Crystal!" he said. "Suck it and get it good and hard for your juicy cunt!"
Jeff stood like a statue; his mouth open in surprise and shock and his eyes taking in every detail of the picture on the screen. He watched as Crystal moved out of his father's arms and positioned her head over Holt's cock.
"Crystal, baby!" he cried, delighted that she hadn't gone off to Los Angeles. Then, just as quickly, his delight turned to bewilderment. How in the hell had she gotten here? And what in the hell was she doing licking on the end of his father's prick, as if it were an ice cream cone? Then, all of die questions vanished as he wondered at himself.
What in the hell am I doing here, standing and watching this on TV, when I could be up there, getting answers?
He heard his father's sigh of contentment, as Crystal brought her sensuous lips down over the head of his cock, and then, Jeff was off, racing out of the room, down the hall, and up the stairs, two at a time.
Holt's hands gripped the back of Crystal's head and pushed down at it, while his hips came up, thrusting his prick deeper into Crystal's sucking mouth.
"A few more licks, my sweet pet, and ..Holt began.
His words drifted off and were lost as the door to his room was flung open and Jeff came flying into the room.
"Jeff, what's the matter?" Rhonda cried, jumping up.
Right on top of Rhonda's cry, came Jeff's cry of, "CRYSTAL!"
"What?" Holt cried, pushing Crystal away from his prick.
"Oh, dear!" Cynthia said, wondering what was going on.
Crystal, deep in her fantasy and with her head turned the other way, didn't see Jeff. She looked up at Holt and said, low and sexy, "Hey, big daddy, what's the matter? Am I too much for you?"
"CRYSTAL, DAMN IT!" Jeff yelled, moving towards the bed.
She jerked her head around as Rhonda said, "You know her?", saw Jeff, and screamed, "JEFF, BABY!" She sprang from the bed and landed against Jeff knocking him to the floor. Her lips and hands went at his body, holding and pulling and kissing him, while Jeff tried to get up.
Holt got up on his knees, looked at the scene on the floor, and said, "Well, I'll be damned!"
Rhonda smiled. "I think they know each other."
"Baby, I thought I was never going to see you again!" Crystal said, squeezing Jeff's head and covering his face with kisses.
"Me? I thought you went to Los Angeles!" Jeff said, between kisses. "They told me that you had checked out of that motel and caught a bus! Then I come home and find you here with my father, in bed, sucking his cock!"
Crystal stopped kissing him, looked at him for a second, stunned, and then turned to look at Holt. She pointed at Holt and said, "Him? That mother is your pappy?"
Jeff looked over at his father. "Yes, darling, that mother, there, is my father! I had planned for you to meet him and my sister, Rhonda, but not quite as intimately at you have."
Crystal smiled and said, "Your sister and your father, eh? Well, I want you to know that the pair of them are nothing but old slavers! They've been holding me here in this motel and they claim they bought me from some cop that grabbed our eighteen thousand."
Jeff held up his hand and said, "Wait a minute, wait a minute! This isn't a motel; this is my home and what's that about a cop and our money?"
"Perhaps I can explain the whole thing," Holt began.
Rhonda laughed. "It's about time you did, father."
Holt started at the beginning. He told his son all about the sex slave business and exactly how the girls were obtained by Tony from the motel.
"You own that motel?" Jeff asked.
His father nodded. "That and a lot more."
He went on to explain about the room that looked like the motel room but wasn't and exactly how they persuaded women to become the sex "slaves" of rich men.
"But," Jeff said, frowning, "don't these girls escape when they get to where they're going?"
"They don't want to," Holt replied. "With the exception of your friend, Crystal, who refused to consider the offers we made, all of the women, who have passed through this house and gone on to be sex slaves, are much happier than they ever have been in their lives. Unless a woman was perfectly willing to go, we would never sell her to one of our customers."
"Far out!" Jeff said.
'We had a man who was willing to pay two hundred thousand for a girl like Crystal. He wanted a wild, black chick, who really digs sex," Rhonda chimed in.
Jeff hugged Crystal. "Two hundred thousand!"
"You considering the offer, baby?" Crystal asked, biting at his ear lobe.
"Hell, no! You're worth a lot more! Besides that, I wouldn't sell my future wife," Jeff replied.
"WHAT?" Holt, Rhonda, and Crystal asked, at almost the same moment.
Jeff nodded. "I know we decided, or I decided that we were just going to live together, baby, but when I was told by my father's henchmen, that you had taken off for Los Angeles, with some other guy-, well, you should have seen me! We're getting married!"
"Ooooooweeee!" Crystal said, hugging him. "Is it any wonder I love you?"
Holt smiled and said, 'Well, this is a surprise, my boy, and I must say that I am delighted by your choice."
Jeff laughed and said, "Yeah, I kind of gathered you would be when I walked into this room and found her sucking on your prick."
Crystal said, "You aren't mad about that, are you, baby?"
"What" the hell, it's all in the family, isn't it?" Jeff said.
"I'm glad you aren't angry," Crystal said. "That daddy of yours has quite a stinger on him and while I was holding it and sucking it, I was making believe it was you, all the time."
"Is that all you did?" Jeff asked, good naturedly.
Crystal shook her head and said, "No. I got to know your sister real well, too. She was eating me and I just had to eat her."
Jeff winked at Rhonda and asked, "Who did you pretend she was, while you were sucking her?"
"Just her own sweet self!" Crystal said, smiling at Rhonda.
"Jeff, I want you to know that I'm going to be looking forward to eating her again. She's real sweet, between her legs, and I'm happy for both of you!" Rhonda giggled.
Crystal left Jeff's side and went to embrace Rhonda. "Thank you, sister!"
"When I asked you if that was all that you did," Jeff said. "I was referring to you and my father."
"Oh!" Crystal said. "You mean, did he sting me with his stinger? No, he was getting set to when you came flying through the door."
Holt nodded and with a smile, said, "If you'd only been ten minutes later, son. Now, I'm afraid, I'll never have that delight."
"I wouldn't say that, daddy," Jeff said. "If Crystal wants to fuck you, it's all right with me. You see we intend to live our lives exactly as we wish, with no restrictions placed on each other's sex lives. We know that we love each other, completely, and we would not think of denying each other anything that would add to the other's enjoyment of life."
"Well, I'll be damned!" Holt murmured, smiling. "That's very unselfish and beautiful!"
Rhonda nodded. "Yes, it is, daddy. It's like me being able to love my brother and screw him, when he and I are in the mood, without anyone taking a fit of jealousy over it."
Holt rubbed his chin. "Yes. You know, sometimes you think you have all the answers and you live your life according to those answers. Then, along comes a new idea and you resist it, fighting against change, until you discover how foolish you've been, to say nothing of blind and selfish. I've been wrong, Rhonda and I am sorry. Jeff, this is your home and I want you and Crystal here to live as you will, as long as you will!"
Rhonda moved to her father's side and put her arms around his neck. "I have loved you all my life, father, but never more than now!"
"Thank you, darling," Holt said, hugging her. Crystal snapped her fingers and said, "Violet!"
"Huh?" Holt said, looking over Rhonda's shoulder. "My sister, Violet," Crystal said. "I'll give her a call and have her down here on the next bus. She's as sexy as me, has almost as good a shape as I have, and would really go for a deal like the one you were trying to sell me."
"Fine!" Holt said. "I can see that you're going to be a real asset to our enterprise."
Jeff laughed. "You have no idea, father, how much of an asset she'll be. She's full of way out ideas." Rhonda moved off the bed and walked over to Jeff. "That's enough shop talk, brother. Here we are, standing around naked, and you're all dressed. I've been dying to see how much that cock of yours has grown since I saw it last."
"Take a look!" Jeff said, putting his hands on his hips and smiling at his sister.
"I'm going to inspect your prick, Jeff," she said. "Then, I'm going to suck it. If I remember right, you never got to suck my pussy, did you?"
Jeff licked his lips and shook his head. "No, I didn't, but I'm going to, aren't I?" he asked, as she slowly and tantalizingly pulled the zipper down on his slacks.
She laughed, a low, lusty, sexual laugh, and said, "More than you know, brother. You will make love to it, kiss it, fondle it, with your tongue and suck all the juice out of it, until I've come at least five times!" Crystal watched Rhonda's fingers moving into his slacks and she said, smiling, "I know when I'm not wanted. I'm going to play with big daddy!"
"Have fun, darling!" Jeff shouted, as he felt his prick and balls being fondled by his sister's soft hand, inside his shorts.
Jeff put his arms around Rhonda's body and drew her close to him, as she played with his stiffening prick. "Kiss me, darling!" he said, bending his head to brush her lips with his.
Groaning, Rhonda shoved her tits hard against his chest and stroked at his cock, as their mouths came together. Her tongue met his, wet and hot, moving against each other's, while his fingers moved over her buttocks.
Crystal had moved onto the bed. Holt started to raise himself up but she put her hand against his chest. "Lay back, poppa and let baby do you! I'm going to make stone out of your meat!" she said, picking up his limp cock in her hand and cupping his balls with the other.
Cynthia looked at Jeff and Rhonda kissing and then she looked at Crystal, who was rolling Holt's balls around in one hand, while her other hand held his limp prick to her licking tongue. She sighed and decided that she was no longer needed in the room. Everyone had someone and there was no fun in watching. She turned her head and began walking towards the door to leave.
"Hey, Cynthia!" Holt called. "Just where do you think you're going?"
She turned to look at him and said, "I thought I'd go to my room or something."
"Oh, you did, did you?" Holt asked, faking a frown. "I'll decide when you're to leave, if you don't mind. Get over here beside me and kiss me, while Crystal is attending to my prick!"
"Of course, Master!" Cynthia said, happily.
Jeff's cock was throbbing inside his pants, with his sister's fingers squeezing it. "Come on, take it out, you cockteaser!" Jeff said, moving his tongue down over her neck to her shoulders.
"Yes, I am a cockteaser, brother," Rhonda said, giving his cock a hard squeeze. "I'm also a cunt teaser, because I'm keeping this away from my pussy and right now, I'm creaming between my legs from wanting you!"
She pulled his cock out of his pants and let go of it, letting it jut up, as she looked down between their bodies at it.
"Take off your shirt while I get rid of your pants, Jeff!" she said, excitedly. "I want to see you all naked, with your big balls hanging down and all your cockhair!"
Her fingers tore at his belt, while he unbuttoned his shirt, and then his pants were being jerked down his legs. Rhonda knelt on the floor and got his shorts and pants off his feet.
Jeff stood naked, with his hands on his hips and his cock as hard as a rock. "Well?" he said, looking down at her. "What do you think of it?"
"It's beautiful, Jeff!" she whispered, getting to her feet and sitting down on the edge of the bed. He moved a little closer, between her legs, as she took hold of it. "It looks good enough to eat!"
"Then eat it!" Jeff cried, reaching down to grip the back of his sister's head. He pushed her face forward and felt her lips against his throbbing cockhead.
She gave it a kiss, long and passionate, pressing her lips fully to his hard flesh. Then she heard him gasp, as she let his shaft penetrate her lips and enter the wet, warmth of her mouth. As she sucked, drawing her lips back and forth over his rod, he began making gentle thrusting motions, urging her to take more of his love offering into her throat.
Holt's cock was rigid. Crystal's tongue and lips had indeed turned meat into stone. She pumped his shaft and drove her lips downwards and then pulled them up his prick, while Holt sucked at Cynthia's tongue and played with her tits.
Crystal's lips left his cock and she straddled him, quickly. He drew his mouth away from Cynthia's, as he felt her settling down, pressing the tight lips of her cunt over his cockhead.
"Hold on to your ass, daddy," Crystal said, taking half his cock into the depths of her pussy, "'cause I'm going to screw your cock off!"
Her pussy completely swallowed his cock and then he felt her inner cunt walls closing around his flesh, gripping it and squeezing it, with a delicious, wet pressure. She held herself on him, her cunt flesh pulsating, gripping and releasing, gripping and releasing his cock, over and over again. Then she began moving up. Then down! Then up. Down! Her cunt was dripping with juice and it covered his shaft, making it glisten, as it was uncovered, by her pink pussy rising into the air. Then it disappeared from view, as she rode her pussy down over his cock flesh again, gripping his prick with her inner cunt, again and again.
Holt's fingers played with Cynthia's big tits and then he told Cynthia to let him have one to suck at, while Crystal rode his cock.
Rhonda and Jeff had moved to the end of the large bed. She was on her back, with Jeff's cock moving in and out of her mouth, while her fingers played with his balls and buttocks. Jeff's hands were under his sister's ass, as he lay above her, working his ass up and down to drive his prick in and out of her sucking mouth. His face was buried in the perfume of her sex and his tongue was dipping into her delicious, juice covered, slit, sucking and drawing her sexual fluid into his hungry throat.
Then Jeff raised his mouth from her cunt and pulled his prick out of her throat. He turned around and looked down at his sister. "I want to fuck you, darling! Move up, beside daddy, so we can see how he's doing!"
Holt smiled as his daughter moved up beside him. His mouth was full of Cynthia's tit, sucking it hard, while his other hand squeezed at Cynthia's other tit.
Rhonda spread her legs and lifted her arms to welcome her brother as he prepared to fuck her. He moved between her legs, his cock in his hand, and came down on top of her, entering her wet cunt in one cleaving motion that filled her pussy. Her long legs wrapped around his waist and her ass began thrusting, as she drove her cunt against the length of his piston like cock.
Holt was on the edge of coming. The incredible events of the day, the visual stimulation of seeing his son fucking his daughter, the presence and thoughts he had of Cynthia, and the incredible vagina that fucked at his cock flesh, coursed through his mind. Added to all that was the champagne and most of all, the mind blowing grass, that awoke every pore in his body, to say nothing of his imagination and nerve ends. The total experience drove him over the edge and he let go of his control. His prick jerked and spurted inside Crystal's body, sending jets of come up into her clinging pussy.
Crystal smiled down at him, as she felt the hot deluge within her cunt. She had been holding back, waiting for him to come and now she let go, working her come filled, cunt against his hard shaft.
"Ooooooweeee!" she cried, feeling the waves of pleasure flooding her belly. Her cunt held him tight, milking him, while they both groaned together.
Jeff's hands were under his sister's ass, holding her buttocks and squeezing them, while he drew her thrusting pussy up his descending cock. Their bellies slapped together and her nails dug into the cheeks of his ass, pulling him tight against her.
"It's good, baby! Good, hard, and long, just the way I remember it!" Rhonda said, against his ear, as his fingers kneaded the silken flesh of her ass and his prick drove hard against her clit, as it slid home into her wet cunt.
"And your pussy is just the way I remembered it," Jeff said, moving his fingers down the crevice between her asscheeks. "Tight, hot, and juicy wet!"
His finger stroked her asshole and she thrusted back against it, pulling at his ass with her hands. "Oh, stick it in my ass, Jeff! Shove your finger in there!" she cried, wiggling her hips.
Crystal pulled her come filled cunt off Holt's cock and said, "Did you enjoy the ride, daddy?"
Holt pulled his mouth off Cynthia's tit and smiled. "It was fantastic, Crystal. To quote you, it took me home!"
"I'm glad you liked it," she said, picking up the vibrators with the rubber cock attachments on them. "If you'll excuse me, I'd like to have a little fun with your kids."
"Go right ahead!" Holt said, reaching for Cynthia's tit again.
Crystal moved closer to Jeff and Rhonda and said, "You having fun?"
Rhonda gave a sigh. "More than you know!"
"Like wow!" Jeff said, slamming his belly into Rhonda's, while his finger moved in and out of her asshole, finger fucking her.
Crystal held up the vibrators and said, "Rhonda, get up on your hands and knees and let Jeff give it to you from the rear, while I do something very interesting."
"Oh, yes!" Rhonda cried, looking at the vibrators.
Jeff pulled his finger and cock out of his sister's body and got off her. Then Rhonda rolled over on her belly and got up on her hands and knees, with her ass high in the air and her juicy cuntlips peeking through her thighs, awaiting her brother's hard prick.
"Get your prick into her, honey, and then push this rubber cock into her asshole. Flip it on and woweee!" Crystal said, handing him the vibrator.
He took the vibrator from her and looked at the other one in her hand. "What's that one for?" he asked, smiling at her.
"You'll see!" Crystal said. "You just do your thing and I'll do mine!"
Jeff moved up behind Rhonda and drove his juice covered prick into her cunt, bringing a sigh of pleasure out of his sister. He began moving his prick in and out of her pussy, while he brought the tip of the rubber cock down against her buttocks.
"Here!" Crystal said, taking a hold of Rhonda's buttocks and pulling them apart, so her anus would be exposed.
The head of the rubber cock pressed against her taut flesh and then went sliding in as Jeff pushed. Then, with half the rubber cock shoved into Rhonda's asshole and his cock moving back and forth in his sister's cunt, Jeff pushed the switch on the vibrator.
"OHHHH!" Rhonda cried, shoving back on the vibrating cock and her brother's prick.
Jeff's prick drove forward, spreading his sister's cunt walls and he felt the vibrator, stimulating his cock, as well as Rhonda's asshole.
"Mmmm, that feels good!" he said, drawing back his shaft for another thrust at Rhonda's pussy, as he worked the vibrating, rubber cock back and forth in his sister's asshole.
Then he felt his own buttocks being pried apart and a tongue moving down the divide between his ass cheeks, licking until it had thoroughly wet his anus.
Crystal brought her mouth away from his ass, as Holt and Cynthia moved around on the bed so they could see what was going on, from Crystal's point of view.
"Hold still for a moment," Crystal ordered Jeff. Cynthia, would you hold the cheeks of his ass apart for a second while I get this prick into his rear end?"
Moving into position, Cynthia gripped the cheeks of Jeff's ass and held them apart while Crystal moved the tip of the rubber cock against his asshole. She gently pushed and the cockhead was buried in his rectum. She pushed it a little more and then switched on the vibrator.
The vibrating cock in his ass was something new to Jeff. He had never felt anything like it. He groaned and shoved his prick hard into his sisters pussy, as he worked the vibrating cock in his hand back and forth in her asshole.
"Ohhhhh!" he groaned, as Crystal began moving the vibrating, rubber prick in and out of his asshole, while she bent her head to nip at the cheeks of his ass with her teeth.
Holt let out a deep breath of air, in a long sigh, and shook his head. He looked at Cynthia and said, "Pay close attention to this scene, my pet, because I've just got to try it next!"
Cynthia watched Rhonda's ass shoving back on the vibrating cock, as it hummed into her ass, and she said, "It does look like fun, Master!"
The vibrating cocks hummed on and Jeff's thrusts and withdrawals became wilder as he felt his impending ejaculation building within his balls.
"Oh, harder. Jeff, darling! Harder! I'm going to come!" Rhonda cried, grinding her ass against his belly.
He drove harder and cried, "NOW! COME, NOW!"
"YES!" she cried, as her body shook with the first shock of orgasm.
Rhonda wailed and her legs and arms went out from under her and down came Jeff on top of her, burying the vibrating cock and his own cock deep within her, as they shuddered in ecstasy.
His prick had gone off and jets of his hot come shot into his sister's juicy cunt, bathing her pussy walls with a spreading, wet feeling of warmth.
Then they were still and the vibrators were turned off and mercifully withdrawn.
A little later, after Jeff and Rhonda had moved apart and were breathing normally, Holt put his arm around Cynthia and said, "If I could have everyone's attention, I would like to make an announcement that will no doubt come as a surprise to you all, including my love, here!"
He gave Cynthia a hug and she turned to look at him.
"I am sure this will come as a surprise," Holt said, "because to tell you the truth, I was surprised when I got the idea."
"Well, come on, daddy," Crystal said, smiling, as she fondled Jeff's cock. "Lay it on us!"
"If Miss Cynthia Adams will have me, I would like to announce our intention to be married!"
Her mouth dropped open and her eyes got big. She tried to speak but nothing came out. She began shaking her head, with tears of joy in her eyes.
"No? Are you trying to tell me no?" Holt asked. "Oh, Master, you're not joking, are you?" Cynthia asked, beginning to cry.
"Larry, darling. It isn't proper for a woman to call her husband, master, except in private! I am not joking! I guess I've loved you for a long time without really admitting it and ... well, it's time I married and settled down!" Holt said, kissing her cheek.
"I'm so happy, Mas ... uh, Larry!" Cynthia said, hugging him.
"Of course you realize that I intend to subscribe to the same policies as far as love is concerned, as my son and his lovely intended," Holt said.
Cynthia nodded. "I think that's great, Larry. To tell you the truth, I'd kind of like to have a screw or two with Jeff."
"Jeff, you heard your step-mother to be. Come amuse her while Crystal, Rhonda, and I have a conference about those vibrators!"
Jeff moved towards Cynthia, while Crystal and Rhonda moved to either side of Holt, with the vibrators in their hands.
Rhonda wrapped her fingers around her father's prick and began to stroke it, while Crystal ran her tongue around the inside of his ear.
"Daddy, this looks like the beginning of something wild!" Rhonda said, watching her brother's big cock moving between Cynthia's legs.
