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Hooked - Part 2

Author: David Shaw (shaw_david@hotmail.com)

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Georgie leaned forward again, licking me until I was wriggling around in the
chair, the regular creaking noise from underneath it counterpointing my
panting as I wondered how much more of this I could stand. Not only was that
tongue driving me crazy, Collette was continually flicking at my straining
nipples with her nails. She chuckled as she saw my fingers stroking through
Georgie's hair and heard me whimpering like a trapped animal.

"Honey, I think I'd better get the altar ready so we can sacrifice a virgin
who looks like she badly needs it!"

Collette was absolutely right, of course, by then I wanted Georgie Kalvos
more than I'd ever wanted anything in my life, more than I'd believed it was
possible to want anything. Watching with bulging eyes I saw her go to the
sofa at the side of the office, pick up the square seat squabs and put them
down on the top of the desk, only pausing for a second as I suddenly
squealed. Georgie had pushed a massive finger straight up my bottom and I was
clenched around it like a thanksgiving turkey being stuffed. When he
scratched me inside with his fingernail I arched back so much I thought the
chair was going to topple over.

"Behave yourself, Georgie," Collette said mildly as if he was a naughty
schoolboy. "I think you need to lie down and regain your strength for a
minute or two."

As always, he did as she told him, and did it straight away, coming out from
underneath the desk and standing up. At least it was a relief to have that
finger removed.

"That's the wonderful thing about men," Collette said to me. "As long as they
can screw themseves stupid they're as easy to control as carthorses. Just
remember, Yvonne, men are tool using animals and women are men using
animals."

There never was any doubt about Collette, she was a natural born brothel
keeper right from the beginning. Going back to the sofa she collected the two
loose cushions and stacked them at one end of the desk.

"I suppose I'd better undress you as well, hadn't I?" She was speaking to
Georgie again as if he was a little boy, smirking like an indulgent mother as
she showed her skill at loosening belts again, this time the one around
Georgie's pants. Then she glanced at me, expression and voice changing
instantly as if she was talking to a slave.

"Yvonne, kneel down here and unlace Georgie's shoes."

I struggled to get out of the chair, walked unsteadily around the desk and
got down on the carpet in front of them. I had a sudden fear I was going to
pull at the wrong ends of the laces and turn them into unworkable knots and
Georgie would get mad at me. But instead, the laces fell apart easily and the
brown loafers - I can see them still - slipped off his feet. He took a step
back from them as Collete walked around between us, lowering Georgie's pants.
She knelt down in front of him as she did so, and Georgie rested his hands
briefly on her shoulders as he lifted his legs out of the pants. It was like
watching a pair of ballroom dancers going through a well-rehearsed routine.

She stood up again, still facing him and walked backwards towards the desk.
"Come on, Georgie boy, time to let us do the work." He moved with her, again
as if they were dancing face to face, until I saw her fingers were holding
onto the huge erection that jutted out in front of him like the boom of a
crane. It looked like the ones I'd seen in the blue pictures the girls at
school had passed around, but I'd never imagined anything that size in real
life, no matter how big the man. I couldn't believe a normal looking girl
like Collette had been taking that monster into her. God help me if it
happened to me - instead of feeling like a stuffed turkey I'd be more like a
ruptured duck!

Georgie lay back on top of the desk, his head on the cushions and his cock
standing up in its swollen pride. Collette put her hand on it again, gently
teasing the outer skin up and down in short movements.

"OK, you come and stand between his legs, Yvonne."

I did as she wanted, while Collette continued to play with Georgie as she
smiled at me.

"The Queen of England is married to a Greek - did you know that? I wonder if
she does this for him...." She leaned forward, her hair carefully pinned up
staying exactly in place, and licked the head of his cock, then put her mouth
over it and slowly bobbed her head up and down for a few seconds as Georgie
groaned with pleasure. After that she stood upright again, smiling even more
widely.

"I hope you're watching closely, Yvonne, because this is what you're going to
be doing every Thursday afternoon from now on."

My throat was too constricted to say anything. All I could do was to nod my
head in a kind of stupified daze. "Take a hold of it then," Collette said.
"It won't bite you - it may do a lot of other things to you, but it won't
bite."

I put my fingers where hers had been, astonished at the heat of the skin and
the power of the blood pulsing through the swollen veins. It was as if all
the force in Georgie's body had gathered together in this one limb with a
temporary life of its own that demanded everybody else's attention.
Tentatively, I tweaked the tiny amount of play in the tightly stretched skin
as Collette had done. It was a surprise to me that he reacted in the same way
as he had done to her, muttering with obvious pleasure.

"Watch this," she said, and scratched between his thighs at the bottom of his
two crinkled up testicles. Georgie gasped and twitched in what seemed like an
involuntary reaction. "Works every time," she said smugly. "Practice it for a
while."

As I did so, holding the cock with one hand and scratching underneath his
balls, Georgie jerked up and down in response looking at me and also at
Collette as she swiftly took off her shirt I thought sourly that it was
something of a change for her to be taking off her own clothes instead of
everybody else's.

Her bra straps she slid off her shoulders and then tugged the big pink cups
down around her waist. Afterwards she went to the other end of the desk and
put her hands underneath the cushions, raising Georgie's head a few more
inches. He laughed and reached up, taking her fat boobs fully in his hands,
but still staring at me.

"Take your tit harness off as well, honey. You may not be as big as me but
you've got a nice pair."

There was no point in keeping it on anyway, it was still hanging open and
hiding nothing. I took it off, threw it onto the chair and wondered what
would happen if old pumpkin head walked into his office right now - the only
consolation was that there was probably an excellent chance he'd drop dead on
the spot from a heart attack.

"OK, bend over Georgie and rub your tits around his cock." Collette sounded
very breathless herself now, probably because of the way Georgie's fingers
were mashing her nipples.

I did as she wanted, astounded again by the heat and energy inside that
jutting phallus symbol as it pressed up against me whilst I slithered around
on top of it.

"Lick his stomach, Yvonne. Lick it."

His skin down in front of me was lighter coloured than his face, what little
of it I could see under what seemed like an incredible amount of body hair.
Nobody had ever told me that men had fur all over them. There were bars of
bright light from the setting sun coming through the blinds and lying across
his body in golden stripes, one of them centered exactly over his belly
button.

Still rubbing myself against his cock, I leaned forward and started licking
where the sunlight had fallen, as if I was worshipping nature itself by
poking my tongue into that furry little depression. It didn't seem too much
of a fanciful thought, not as I was, spreadeagled out on top of a body of
awesome strength and roughness that was so obviously ready to start rutting
like a stag in season. I heard Collette gasp with pain and knew why, having
experienced the power of Georgie's grip myself.

"Alright, Yvonne, down on your knees."

I knew their eyes were totally fixed on me as I lowered myself down between
Georgie's muscular thighs, holding his shaft tightly with my right hand. When
I flicked it I saw him squeeze Collette's boobs so hard her white flesh
bulged out between his fingers as if it were new mixed dough. She flicked her
head back with her mouth hanging open, somewhere between pain and ecstasy.
When his grip eased she spoke to me.

"You've never sucked a man's cock before?"

There didn't seem any point in being shy about anything now.

"No, I haven't," I answered her, though my voice was hardly more than a croak.

She gasped again at Georgie's handling, then looked down at him. "You're
going to be the first man she ever does this for. You're going to be the
first one she ever gives a blow job, the first man who ever fucks her. You'll
pay for that?"

Georgie barked back something in Greek, then said: "Yes - yes, everything I
said!"

"Watch her then. Yvonne, lean forward, keep your face up. Lick him first, at
the top of his cock, then up and down the back of it, and then his balls - do
it slowly, slowly."

She was still holding Georgie's head up so he could watch me as I obeyed the
orders. Suddenly I found the courage to look back directly into his eyes as I
moved closer and began my novice attempt at the ritual of female submission.
As the the tip of my tongue touched the tip of his erection he snorted as a
stallion would and those dominating eyes flickered like loose light globes.
Suddenly I realised that this wasn't something nasty or obscene, it was fun.
Firstly, I was giving him back the pleasure he'd given me, and, even more
satisfying, as I was doing it he kept on mangling Collette's tits and making
her screech like a startked parrot. About time that fat arrogant bitch got a
taste of her own medicine, I thought.

It was too good to last though. He finally let her go and she pulled herself
up onto the desk and on top of him on her hands and knees. All Georgie had to
do was to wait until she could position her cunt over his mouth and he was
pulling her panties apart again to lick her. Collette immediately returned
the compliment by taking him in her mouth again. There was only room left
enough to lick around his balls, so I did that.

It suddenly seemed to me it was likely he would come in her mouth and that
would be it for the day, with him being such an old guy and all, though if
I'd known anything at all about Georgie's powers of recuperation I'd have
known better. But what happened instead was that he suddenly gave Collette a
tremendously loud double slap on the cheeks of her ass. She lifted herself up
and lifted her head from his cock, giving the shiny wet tip a final rub with
her thumb.

"It's all yours now, Yvonne. It's fucking time and you're the one that's got
to find a home for this."

"Oh God! What's it like, Collette - please?"

She giggled: "Nothing to worry about, honey - the only thing you'll notice
afterwards is that you've started walking like John Wayne!"

Georgie must have heard what she said, even with her thighs clamped over his
ears, because he laughed loudly. Then Colette was quickly sliding off the
desk on one side and Georgie was standing up in front of me. He grabbed my
breasts, each one almost covered by a huge hand and waltzed us around in a
second, so I was pressed against the desk. Then he lifted me by my tits as I
yelled out and clung to his forearms, before going backwards and down, the
edge of the desk behind my knees and the leather seat squabs underneath me.
Georgie squatted down, grabbed my ankles and lifted them up above his
shoulders, looking down at me with a odd, almost solemn look on his face as
Collette pushed a cushion under my head. She, of course, was still laughing.

"We'll make you comfortable, Yvonne, and then the doctor can start his
de-virginising operation."

The other cushion she pushed underneath my butt and George stepped closer,
his hands slipping down to my knees as I saw my shoes raised up towards the
ceiling until he laces were hanging down.

"One minute, Georgie, one minute, and then you can fuck her stupid..." She
went off to where a briefcase was in the corner, opened the lid and came
rushing back with a roll of money. Georgie lowered my legs onto his shoulders
and started pushing the bills into the tops of my nylons as I'd seen him do
to Collette.

"This is a union job, Yvonne," Collette said. "Nobody does anything for the
boss here for free." She reached down between us. "Yvonne, I'd like to
introduce you to Georgie's prick, and Georgie, say hallo to Yvonne's cunt."

I could feel the head of that huge cock pushing past my lips as she guided
him into me. "Any last words as a virgin, honey?"

"God yes, fuck me, Georgie, please," I begged him.

And so he did. Very well and very often. It's not for that I'm tempted to
consign him to hell. It's because he never told me about the tape recorder
that Collette had left running underneath the desk. Nor about her plans to
rent me out to the local cops.


The End

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