The desert was starting to get cold now as it turned to winter and I was thankful for the warm room of Mrs. Johnson's whore house. The deal I'd swung with the madam was special. I got paid more than any other girl in the house, except for the one who specialized in kinky sex, and my hours were more flexible than most of the other girls. Hitler had made it all possible. His broad tongue and big cock gave me the edge I needed. I quickly found that most men would pay the madam, and me, extra just to watch the dog fuck and suck me. Then they would leave a good tip when we were finished.
I wasn't proud of what I was doing, but it was a means to an end. It was only temporary and I knew it. I'd have my savings built up before the winter was out and then I could start over someplace fresh. The first couple of weeks were easy. I put on a show or two a night and made it straight with a few of the johns in between. We never had any trouble. Mrs. Johnson was paying the local cops off and had two of the biggest, meanest-looking bouncers I'd ever seen. Of course, with Hitler around it was even better.
Most of our customers were long-haul truckers and local Marines. They were nice enough and willing to pay for what they got. The only thing which really had the madam worried was the possibility of an accident or an unhappy girl, or customer, going to the paper and getting her shut down. So she made sure everyone was kept happy.
I probably would have spent the entire winter there and been fairly content if the other special girl hadn't gotten sick. The girl came down with the flu at one in the afternoon and Mrs. Johnson called for me. I'd use the other girl's room because of its location and soundproofing. There wasn't anything to worry about. I'd be paddled and expected to scream and cry for show. But the cords would be cloth and the only thing available to hit me with was a smooth ping-pong paddle. I'd get eighty percent of the take plus tips for any of those kinky tricks.
I turned her down at first. I didn't want to be spanked. I didn't like pain and told Mrs. Johnson so. But the woman talked and talked until I gave in. She needed help and I could always use the money. Besides, she promised to keep close tabs on the action while I was with that type of customer.
M normal room was on the second floor and the other girl's was in the basement, for atmosphere as much as anything. I helped the other girl up and got her bedded down in my bed, before moving the few things I'd need down to her room. The night started off well enough. I did my usual routine with Hitler and straight fucked a couple of times. Then, about midnight, a new customer came in and wanted to paddle someone. That someone was naturally going to be me.
My mind had been blown at the ranch. There wasn't too much I wouldn't do willingly, but this still made me nervous. If it hadn't been for the money, I'd never have done it. With visions of depositing enough with Mrs. Johnson to bring my balance to fifteen-hundred dollars, I dressed in my lacy; black bra and crotchless panties, a flimsy black garterbelt and black-mesh stockings. Taking Hitler with me, I went to my room and waited.
My customer was about forty. He was pale and fat with beady eyes. I smiled nervously as we gave each other the once-over and came to terms. Then Mrs. Johnson left us, taking the money with her. Hitler was anxious to get a piece of me and we didn't waste any time. I undressed as my customer leaned back in his chair smoking a cigar and watching. I removed everything but my garter belt and nylons before stretching out, on my back, across the bed. The man stared intently as I coaxed the big German shepherd between my legs.
The dog's tongue was delicious and soothing. The pink tongue flicked heavily across my cunt, thrilling and heating my cunt with each caress. My cunt-hole bubbled and drained its slick juices. The big animal lapped it up and slurped across my clit. I trembled with excitement. I squirmed happily and watched the man in the chair blush deeply as he started to sweat.
I had gotten so used to doing this that I became hot even under his watchful gaze. My nipples stiffened and pouted lewdly. My ass began to grind in circles. I squirmed beneath the dog's tongue. When I felt I'd put on enough of a show for my customer, and was hot enough, I rolled over and stuck my ass high in the air. Hitler backed off and got ready to pounce on my back. Everything was going great. I was so hot that a trickle of honey dribbled down my thigh and caught on the rim of my nylons.
The dog landed heavily on my back and danced forward. He'd gotten as good at this as I had. He hit my pussy with a single lunge. I gasped and clawed the bedspread. Half of it was acting and the other half was real. I had to please the customer, but I was super hot at that moment and had to please myself too. A real gasp slipped past my lips as the dog's meat crashed into my cunt. His hairy cock rubbed roughly against my cuntlips and the entrance of my pussy. I whimpered.
It felt great! So powerful-so good! I tossed my head from side to side, biting my lip. I wiggled my ass. I reached under myself and began to toy with my tits. "Oh God!" I moaned hotly, as the man in the chair licked his lips and stared at me with a strange sparkle in his eyes. Hitler increased his pace, grinding his hindquarters harder and harder. My cunt thrilled and trembled to his magical torture. Each stroke satisfied an itch someplace. Each thrilling stroke heated and fired me higher and higher.
It was so good-so very good! My tits seemed to swell to the touch of my fingers. The idea of having a customer watch and get his kicks from seeing me come made it even better. The thrill of the dog's pistoning meat blocked everything else out. Hitler climbing hotly toward his climax, his hindquarters jerking madly back and forth, and his slobbering tongue licking my back spurred me on. My pussy was so hot I could have lit a cigarette on it. I'd learned to time my climaxes to meet his and we were soon trembling and jerking madly. Our loins slapped together in an unbelievable blur of satisfying need.
"Oh wow! Oh! Oooh! Ooh God-yes! Oh! Oooh! I'm coming! Yes! Yes! Yesss…" Sweat was pouring from the man's forehead and running down his cheeks. He was so engrossed in what was going on that he didn't even notice the dribbles of saliva running from the corners of his mouth. Hitler slammed home with one last super-thrust and began to fill me with his jism. I sailed over the brink of my own orgasm and rode the roller coaster of release. Then I collapsed into a heap on the bed and the dog jumped off.
When I'd regained my composure, I rang for Mrs. Johnson. She came and took Hitler away. I would have liked to have him stay in the room with me. But I knew he'd attack the man the first time he raised the paddle to hit me. Hitler'd had his fun now, and I couldn't let him go around chewing up paying customers. Mrs. Johnson led the dog out. The man closed the door and made me lay on my stomach.
Mrs. Johnson had supplied him with the heavy cloth strips. I could tell he'd much rather had ropes or chains, but those left marks, so he was out of luck. The man had been alert and spotted the location of the emergency bell when I'd called Mrs. Johnson earlier. Now he tied my hands cruelly behind my back and rolled me over. Then he pulled my feet over my head and tied my ankles to the top rail of the old iron bedstead.
When he was finished, only my head, shoulders and tethered arms were on the mattress. My ass and pussy were in the air. I was entirely at his mercy. The bell was mounted on the wall, right behind the head of the bed, and I was tied so I couldn't reach it. I glanced down. My pussy still had dog cum smeared all over it. That seemed to excite the man even more. I stared nervously as he examined the paddle that had been left for him. He finally tossed it aside in disgust and left the room.
He came back in a few minutes with one of the water hoses off the washing machine. I began to struggle in desperation as he wedged the chair under the door knob. All of my inner warning systems were ringing now. It was too late. I couldn't free myself or reach the bell. He walked over to where I lay and dipped his finger into my cunt.
Backing off, he took out a pen knife and sliced the end off the hose. "Please…" I whimpered shakily. "You're bad-evil! I'm going to teach you a lesson!" he babbled. He stepped out of my line of sight. I heard a swishing sound. The rubber hit me directly across the cunt, in the center of my split. I screamed at the top of my, lungs. The pain was incredible! Blow after blow smashed into my exposed cunt and buttocks. He didn't stop until I lost control and pissed all over myself.
He licked his lips and undid my ankles, tying them to the foot of the bed. Then he picked up the paddle and smacked my right tit real hard. I screamed again. The paddle raised up and came down again! Time after time it raised slowly and swished viciously back down. My tits puffed up and my nipples started to ooze blood. The pain seemed to go on forever. The wild-eyed, slobbering man kept dancing around and around, striking me here and there. I gave up screaming, convinced that no one could hear me. Finally I passed out.
When I came around, I thought I was going to die. My whole body ached. I don't know what else he'd done to me but it must have been something. I opened my eyes for a second and saw that I was still in the room with the man. Only now the man was a corpse. His neck seemed broken, and his head was hanging at a weird angle, as he slumped in the chair beside the bed.
Mrs. Johnson and her two bouncers were talking. They had their backs to me and apparently didn't know I'd come around. "Okay," one of the men was saying. "We dump the dude in the desert. You want us to take the girl to the hospital?" “Can't," Mrs. Johnson sighed regretfully. "If she talks, we'll be shut down and go to jail. If you hadn't killed that clown we'd be all right. Now I can't take the chance."
"The girl's in pretty bad shape," the second man said. "Do any of the girls upstairs know what's been going on down here?" the madam asked. The men shook their heads. I fought desperately not to black out again, but lost. I heard the madam tell the two men to dump Hitler and me in the desert with the other body, and I opened my mouth to plead for mercy. The words never got out.
When I came around again, I was back at the old ranch. Trinket was wiping my sunburned brow and Hitler was curled up at my side. Trinket told me I'd been out of my head for two days. I asked what had happened and she told me that a prospector who'd been buying pot from us, and knew me by sight, had stumbled across me. I'd been dumped in a gully fifteen miles east of Barstow.
The man had gotten me into some shade and walked ten miles to a phone. He'd called a guy who acted as a go-between for Jack Rabbit in town. The guy had come out and brought me back. It took almost a month to regain my strength and get so I was ready to join in with everyone else again. When I was finally ready, I had Trinket tell Jack Rabbit I was ready to see him when he wanted. He sent word back that I could come over.
"Hi…" I said, standing nervously at the door to his office. "You gonna stay this time?” the leader asked coldly. I nodded. "Come with me," he said, motioning me to the back room. "Take off your clothes, Ginger." My stomach tensed. I was suspicious of any man now and I feared him. But I had no choice, I did as I was told.
I was naked, the man walked around me, weighing my tits, testing the softness of my nipples, pinching my ass, and pulling gently on my pubic hair. I stood frozen like a statue, praying he wouldn't beat me up for leaving the last time. He kept this game up without actually hurting me. He didn't say a word. I became so scared that my knees started to shake. Finally he pointed to the old mattress on the floor and ordered me to lay down.
I was so relieved over not being slapped or hit that I flew to it and threw myself down without reservation. He stood over me. My fear returned and I curled up, watching as he undid his wide belt. I didn't relax until he unzipped his fly, dropped his pants and tossed them aside. He was doing a strip-tease and it was fascinating to watch. His shirt came off. He stood, wearing only his shorts, as he stared down at me.
I watched as he slowly rolled the briefs down. He kept his monstrous cock hidden from view until the last possible second before letting it flop into view. It was a gorgeous thing, which hung half way to his knees. "Understand from Mark that you can't get enough of cocksucking. I'm going to let you suck all you want, baby. In fact, since lunch is just over, I want you to suck on my prick 'til supper. If you don't…"
I didn't need a second invitation for that. I hadn't had any sex in over a month. I was scared of men, but not because of sex. I just didn't want to be punished or beaten anymore. I still liked cocks and my long recovery had made me really want one bad. It would be wonderful to lay back and keep a cock prisoner between my teeth for as long as I liked. He had me roll over on my side. I lay so my pussy was in his face and he could fill my mouth with his prick. He tasted salty, dirty, and smelled of old sex and need.
In other words, he smelled like an animal. I hadn't minded that before. It was just that I'd gotten used to clean, well-cared-for pricks. What he lacked in cleanliness was more than made up for in strength and power. The first couple of strokes on his long cock tugged and stretched it to firmness. Then, without any further problem, I sucked it. He seemed to enjoy having me gnaw his cock like a bone. He didn't complain when I ran my tongue back and forth. I wasn't worried. He'd told me I had to keep it up until supper and I didn't want to wear myself out.
His head rested easily on my thigh and he took his time fingering my cunt and clit. It was such a nice change of pace to be able to take all of the time in the world. The cock in my mouth was so big I wondered if it shouldn't really belong to a horse instead of a man. It was discouraging to take so much into my throat and find that I still had at least three inches of cock left over.
The whole prick was well proportioned and his knotty veins were far more exciting than the ones on a regular-sized cock. The veins were so big and powerful I could almost feel the blood rushing through them. The hole in the end of his dick was large enough for me to get the tip of my tongue in. I cleaned the old sperm and fresh cooze oil away. He mashed his lips against my cuntlips and rolled them against each other cruelly. My belly began to feel warm and I felt the first wet.trickle of cuntjuice as it ran from my pussy.
His big balls lay across the bridge of my nose and the hair tickled my face. I wrapped my fingers around that part of his meat I couldn't get in my mouth. I rubbed it like he would, as if he was jacking off. The rest of the soothing cock simmered and boiled in my mouth and I lay there like a baby, sucking and sucking. His tongue found my clit at last and he started building me up to the first of several climaxes. I shivered and moaned. Every time I'd start to work faster, he stopped and made me go back to a slower pace.
He stuck his finger inside my cunt. My pussy made snapping sounds as I wiggled around on it. I felt him stretch my hole. I knew he could see way up, and was taking a look at my inner organs. His fingers left my pussy and started on my tits, leaving pussy juice on their soft sides. My snatch started to quake and tremble as I strained and soared through my first orgasm. I sped up again, only to have him order me to slow down. It seemed to me that it must take an awful lot of energy to keep his cock that hard for that long, especially since the heavy prick was so big. I did as I was told because I didn't want to piss him off.
I tested different things on him while I lay there enjoying myself. I discovered new ways to gum and nibble his cock that excited him. I found new and thrilling ways to twist my head and make him shiver. I discovered new ways to please a man with my fingers too. It was the most delightful way to learn about cocksucking. I only wished that he'd let me make him climax.
He made me peak three more times and had me built up to the trembling stage near a fifth orgasm when he suddenly pulled away and crawled on top of me. My ankles were yanked over his shoulders. He pressed them forward so that my snatch raised high and my knees pressed down on my tits. The head of his cock disappeared in my cunt. He was only able to get five inches in before it started to hurt. He knew what he was doing. He didn't go in deep. He was interested in watching his cock shoot in and out of my hole.
When it was -ready to pop, he let my legs straighten and fall back to the floor. He fell roughly on top. I felt his hairy chest scrape and mash my tits. I got even hotter and more excited than I had been before. His pelvis ground and slapped against mine as he battered and pounded away at my hole. I had delighted at the thrill of his lips, tongue and beard, without thinking how much more powerful and wonderful his meat would be inside my twat. Now it was filling my cunt.
My mind started to spin as he stuffed my cunt beyond capacity and fucked the living hell out of me. He fucked in and out to the back of the hole. Then he'd jerk back. In and out he thrust. Together we forgot everything and fucked mindlessly. We were like two animals locked in our intensity. His meat banged my twat with full force. He fucked both of us to our orgasms.
My belly ached with desire. My tits were on fire. My face was contorted and strained. My eyes were dulled as I stared sightlessly into space. I begged him to finish me off, before I lost my mind. Sweat dripped and soaked the mattress. I'd never been fucked that deep before. It was the most glorious feeling I'd ever had. He'd drive against me with such force that my battered cunt would almost suck his balls inside. Each thrust would lift me higher and higher.
He came down faster and harder, time after time. We drove to the very brink. We pulsated together. I rose to the electric thrill and radiated my glowing orgasm. My mind spun off into space. I hovered in heaven for several minutes, leaving my body nearly torn to shreds below. Then he finished filling my pussy with his giant load of hot cum. I'd come back home to stay.