Pat was taking on her sixth man of the evening, a beefy reddish-haired guy named Jack. By now she was so weary of the whole business that she really didn't care what he did with her, but she still managed to fake her enthusiasm, constantly reminding herself that her, reward would be marriage to Brock Spalding.
Jack at least didn't waste time with preliminaries. The moment he was undressed, he leaped onto Pat's tall curvy body and began hammering his hard six-inch dick against the come-soaked mouth of her cunt. Wearily Pat opened her legs wider and let him in. She put her arms around him and clung to him, as she'd done with the others, pretending to be hotly aroused.
"Wow, baby," Jack panted as he began to fuck her, "you really must like screwing. You've had six guys already."
Tell me about it, Pat thought wearily. But for Jack's sake, she just murmured, "Oh, let's not talk. Just do it to me, do it to meeee."
"You got it, honey," he chuckled.
As Pat had intended, Jack decided he must be the greatest stud in the West. He hammered away at her, probing and stuffing her juicy little box with his thick hard meat. To Pat it felt vaguely pleasant, but she wasn't aroused enough to come. Her only thought was to finish with the guy, get home and see if Trish was all right. It was getting very late.
Wanting to bring Jack off as fast as she could, Pat threw her long legs around his waist and panted, "Oh, God, it's so good. I think I'm going to come. Yes, yes, come with me, Jack.ohhhhh."
Again her deception worked. Jack bellowed and shot his steamy load into her, then rolled off her with a smug grin. No doubt he thought he'd given her the fuck of her life. Pat managed a weak smile. No sooner had Jack dressed and left the room than she shot out of bed and pulled on her costume. She'd done her duty, and she figured she could just slip out of the suite and go home.
Then the bedroom door opened again. Pat gawked – but it was only Brock.
"Thank God," she sighed, "I thought I'd finished. I'm going home now, Brock. I've done everything you asked."
"Well, not quite," Brock said, giving her an odd smile. "There's just one more thing, honey, but it won't take long. I want you to wait in here about five minutes, then come out to the living room."
"Oh, Brock, what for?" Pat said wearily.
"Just to have a nightcap with me and my friends," he said. "Just this one last favor, Pat, and then you can go."
"Oh, all right," Pat sighed, "but I hope it doesn't take long. I want to get home and check on my daughter."
Now Brock's smile was really strange. "Honey," he said, "believe me, you'll be checking on her sooner than you think."
He left, and Pat settled down to wait.
She didn't know that right in the next room her daughter Trish was taking on the same six men who'd made love to Pat. After Carl there'd been Sid, a skinny guy with black hair graying at the temples. Sid had insisted that Trish suck him off and she hadn't been too happy about that. She'd have been even more unhappy if she'd known that Sid had just made the same demand of her mother.
Then there was Mel, a big bearish guy with practically no hair at all. He'd seemed hypnotized with Trish's youthful body and he was easy to control. Trish got a pretty good fuck out of him, in her opinion. Then there was just one more guy to ball, one more session to go through before she could become Brock's wife.
Jack went directly from mother to daughter.
Ordinarily he wouldn't have been able to get another cock-stand so soon, but the idea of balling them both was hotly exciting to him. He got even more excited when he saw little Trish lying naked on the bed. He'd never had a girl so young before. Sure enough, his limp wet prick went good and stiff at the very sight of her.
"Hi," he said, "I'm Jack."
"Hi, Jack," Trish said, stifling a yawn.
"Listen," Jack said as he undressed, "there's something I've always wanted to do, and my wife won't do it for me. Maybe you would."
"Sure, Jack," Trish sighed, "whatever you want."
She was pretty sure it would be something she didn't like, but he was the last guy of the evening and she'd do anything to get him off. She just wanted to get home before Pat got there, and it was getting awfully late. Jack climbed onto the bed, his six-inch cock wagging lewdly, and Trish steeled herself to do whatever he wanted.
"Suck me off, honey," he said hoarsely.
Trish just barely managed to smile. She'd already had to suck off one guy that evening, and her little mouth was stretched and sore. But she dutifully bent over Jack's belly and plunged her hot juicy little mouth down on his rigid oozing prick. She managed to take in half of it, and Jack gasped with pleasure.
"Oh,yeah," he moaned, "take it in your mouth, baby, suck on it. Suck my dick."
Trish blew him as hard and fast as she could. She didn't take time to enjoy the hot silky texture of his cock or the light salty taste of his prick-juice. This had to be a rush job if she was going to get home before her mother. She gave it everything she had, applying fierce hot pressure to Jack's drooling meat.
"Oh, Christ, that's great," he moaned. "Yeah, yeah, bring me off."
He'd hardly spoken before he was coming, filling the pretty teenager's mouth with red-hot jism. Trish swallowed it with a feeling of relief. She just had time to get home before Pat got off work. No sooner had Jack's cock shriveled and slipped from her mouth than she was off the bed and scrambling into her costume.
"What's your hurry, honey?" Jack said as he reached for his clothes.
"I have to get home," Trish said anxiously. "When you get out there, would you please tell Brock I need a ride?"
"Sure, baby," Jack said. He grinned broadly as he left the room.
A moment later Brock poked his head in the door and said, "Just come on out, Trish, and I'll be with you in a second."
Trish scuffled out of the room just at the moment when Pat was emerging from the other bedroom.
Mother and daughter stared at each other. "Trish," Pat gasped, "what are you doing here?"
"What areyou doing here, Mom?" Trish cried. The harsh laughter of the men gave them the answer. The laughter and the leering looks and the rude remarks told them everything. It was clear that mother and daughter had been brought to the suite to provide a kinky orgy for Brock's friends – and that Brock himself had been balling them both. Trish and Pat exchanged looks of horror.
Then Pat was in motion, leaping at Brock, clawing his face. "You bastard," she screamed, "you creep! How could you do this to my daughter? I'll kill you!"
Some of the other men rushed to drag her away from Brock, but nobody noticed little Trish until she was right in the midst of them, kicking Brock's shins and pounding him with her fists.
"I hate you," she hissed, "I hate you for what you did to my mother!"
Others pulled her away and held her. Brock rubbed his face where Pat had scratched him, then studied the two angry women with a frown. "You're both fired," he said coldly. "I never had any intention of marrying either of you. I was going to let you go right now, but you pissed me off. I think I'll let my friends do whatever they want with you."
"Oh, my God, no," Pat wailed.
She didn't care what happened to herself, but she couldn't bear the thought of those leering men touching Trish. She struggled with all her might to get loose, but the biggest of the men, Carl, Mel and Jack, held her and dragged her to the floor. Big strong hands ripped off her skimpy little-costume, leaving her naked.
Meanwhile Frank, Dave and Sid were wrestling Trish to the carpet. The little blonde girl fought fiercely, kicking and scratching and biting, but she was no match for three grown men. They held her down and tore off her tiny pink costume, then ogled her curvy naked body. Trish struggled in vain, then burst into tears of rage.
"Let my mother go," she sobbed. "I'll do anything you want but let her go."
"Noooo," Pat wailed as she struggled just a few yards away from her daughter, "keep me and let Trish go. Please, I'll do anything if you'll just let her go."
But the leering excited men paid no attention to their protests. Brock took a comfortable chair nearby and sipped a drink, as he watched, a cruel smile on his face. Pat and Trish could tell from his expression that they had no chance of escape. Once again they'd be forced to put on a kinky show for his sick mind.
"Oh, Trish, baby, I'm sorry," Pat sobbed.
"Don't worry, Mom," Trish said grimly, "I can take it. And when it's over, we'll get even."
"You bet we will, honey," Pat said angrily.
There was nothing more for them to say to each other, not then. Both women grimly faced the coming ordeal. While Mel and Jack held Pat down, Carl parted her long lovely legs and exposed the lush red flesh of her pussy. He grinned as he studied her little red joy button, the small shadowed mouth of her cunt and its delicate fringe of glossy black curls.
"You're in for a real treat, baby," he said.
"GO to hell," Pat hissed.
Carl just laughed. All the men in the room except Brock started stripping off their clothes, and Pat knew she and Trish were in for a long night of it. Carl was certainly ready to go. His mammoth eight-inch cock stood straight up, the head huge and purple and swollen. Pat winced at the sight of it. Then Carl was kneeling between her legs and pressing the hot oozing head of his dick against her resisting cunt mouth.
"Come on, bitch, loosen up," he panted. "You're holding back on me. You're so tight I can't get in."
"Tough," she spat.
But Carl wasn't taking no for an answer. While hefty Mel and Jack held her so she couldn't escape or even twist away, Carl pushed savagely against her tiny twat-mouth and popped the huge hard head of his prick inside her. Pat moaned in pain. She couldn't take much of that, so she relaxed her cunt muscles and allowed him to push all the way into her.
"That's better," Carl sighed, sinking down on her. "Oh, Jesus, yeah."
He began to fuck her very slowly, savoring the delicious snugness of her hot come-filled box. Pat had to admit that if she'd liked the guy and been alone with him, she could easily have gotten off on his giant dick. She'd never taken a cock so big, and it stuffed and reamed her little twat deliciously.
But this was hardly a romantic situation. Just a few feet away her daughter was being raped.
Trish had struggled just as hard as her mother, but with no better results. Sid and Dave were holding her down, pinning her so firmly that she could hardly move. Frank was kneeling between her legs and studying the sweet golden curls of her muff and the light pink flesh of her pussy. He had a stiff hard-on, his seven-inch prick nuzzling his belly.
"You're gonna get it now, little girl," he grinned.
Trish didn't know many swear words, so she just stuck out her tongue at him and made a nasty face. She knew he was going to ball her, that she couldn't get away, but at least she could let him know that she despised him and his friends. Then Frank flopped down on her and thrust his thick hard meat up her tiny tight cunt.
"Uhhhhh," Trish whined.
She tried to keep her voice low, knowing that any loud cries would upset her mother. She gritted her teeth as she felt Frank's thick long cock easing up her tiny twat and finally pressing against her womb. Then he sighed deeply and started to fuck her in slow leisurely strokes, delighting in the exquisite tightness of young pussy.
"Oh, Jesus," Frank moaned, "so friggin' tight."
Trish had normal feelings, and she couldn't help thinking that under better circumstances she really would have liked balling Frank. He had a nice big dick, and he really knew how to fuck. He didn't go at her savagely, but probed slowly and tantalizingly in her easily-aroused box. Trish might have let herself go with him if she hadn't been so concerned for her mother.
The two women glanced at each other. Trish saw Pat pinned down by Carl's big body, her lovely face flushed as the white-haired man moaned and worked his big dick in her. Pat saw Trish panting under Frank's lean body, his small ass writhing as he fucked slowly in her tiny hot cunt. A look of understanding passed between Pat and Trish, a look that said: We'll survive and we'll get even.
Then they looked away, too embarrassed to face each other any longer. Pat was embarrassed partly because Carl's big cock was feeling better and better to her. When they'd been together before, he'd wanted a blow job and she hadn't been able to enjoy his thick eight-inch prick. She was enjoying it now, and she just wished they were alone together.
"Nooooo," she whined, not wanting him to know how aroused she was becoming.
"Relax, baby," Carl panted, "you know it's good."
Yes, it was, and he made it even better by riding higher on her, rubbing his hard silky meat back and forth over her sensitive little clit. Pat gritted her teeth and managed to stifle her cries of pleasure, but she couldn't blot out the intense enjoyment she felt as his giant cock rubbed her clit and reamed her box.
Meanwhile Trish was having the same problem. She didn't want to give these leering men the satisfaction of knowing how horny she felt, but it was damned hard to ignore the repeated stuffing of her hungry little box by Frank's long hard dick. She knew that if she'd been alone with him she would have come in a second.
All the while Brock sat in his chair watching the action, the same cruel smile playing over his face. Trish and Pat had humiliated him in front of his friends, and he wanted to get even. Suddenly he had a wicked idea.
"Hey, why don't the rest of you guys get in on the fun?" he said. "A chick can take more than one guy at once, if you get my meaning."
This remark was greeted with snickers and shouts of approval. Pat didn't know quite what he meant, but she was sure she'd find out soon and that she wouldn't like it. She was right. Carl raised himself to his knees, making room for Mel, who straddled her chest, his plump ass just grazing her big heaving tits. He poked the drooling head of his stiff cock against her lips.
"Come on, baby, open up," he leered.
"Oh, noooo," Pat wailed.
She felt such intense anger toward Brock, she could have screamed. This obscene idea was all his. But she knew she couldn't escape and that the men wouldn't let her and Trish go till they were totally satisfied. With a sob of frustration Pat opened her lips and allowed Mel to slide his fat drooling cock into her mouth.
"Awwwww, Christ, yeah," he moaned. "Come, on, honey, suck me off."
Pat obeyed like a robot, mechanically sucking on his thick throbbing prick. Carl continued to ream and stuff her snug little box with his thick meat. Meanwhile across the room a duplicate scene was taking place. Frank fucked Trish on his knees, and Sid straddled her chest and poked the bubbling head of his cock against her little pink-glossed mouth.
"Take it, kid," Sid said hoarsely. "Blow me."
Trish wasn't wild about the idea, but she realized she wouldn't get away till she'd done everything they wanted. Sighing, she opened her mouth and let Sid slide his hot hard cock onto her tongue. She sucked slowly, mechanically, just like her mother was doing. But Sid didn't care if she liked it or not. He moaned blissfully, and his swollen dick leaked hot salty juice onto her tongue.
"That's it, baby," he sighed, "suck my meat."
Pat managed to glance around her two partners and see her daughter in the same situation. It only increased her hatred of Brock. Looking around, she saw him still seated and grinning maniacally as he watched the action. She saw something else, too – Brock was rubbing his own crotch, unconsciously frigging himself as he watched the others. She hadn't been wrong – he really was a sickie.
She thanked God that neither she nor Trish had mated him. It wasn't worth the money or the security. All she wanted now was to get herself and her daughter away from that lunatic. But first the other men had to be satisfied. Dave and Jack were still left out of the action, but Pat had a sinking feeling that they'd find some way to join in.
"Hey," Jack panted, "roll her over on her side."
He was kneeling right there, watching Carl fuck Pat while Mel jerked his cock in her mouth. His cock was rock-hard and ready. His two friends did as he asked, rolling Pat onto her side, and then Jack lay behind her and pressed the slick hard head of his prick against the tiny clenched mouth of her asshole.
"Uhhhhh," Pat cried.
She couldn't say much else because her mouth was fully stuffed with Mel's thick jerking cock. It was the only way she could express her shock and terror as Jack eagerly worked his thick drooling cock up her tiny asshole. It hurt terribly, and all she could do to protect herself was to relax her anal muscles completely. He grunted and shoved till his hot swollen balls rested against her butt and his big dick was fully lodged in her deliciously tight brownie.
"Oh, Christ," Jack wailed.
"What are you doing, man?" Dave called from across the room.
"Fucking her in the ass," Jack panted. "Oh, Jesus, is it ever tight."
Dave snickered and said, "Hey, I think I'll try that, too."
Pat was crushed that she could do nothing to help her daughter, but she was pinned down by the three men who were balling her mouth and cunt and asshole. She could only pray that Trish wouldn't be hurt. She had a glimpse of the other men rolling Trish onto her side, but then Mel obscured her view as he bent even closer over her face.
"Suck that cock, baby," he whined, "Suck it."
Meanwhile Trish stiffened and gave a shrill little whimper as she felt Dave popping the hard head of his cock into her tight little brownie. Like Pat, she quickly learned that she must relax her asshole in order not to be torn or hurt. Fortunately Dave's cock was tiny and he managed to thrust it fully into her without giving her much pain.
"Holy shit," Dave gasped, "it's the tightest thing I ever fucked."
The rest of the scene was vague to Pat and Trish. They felt eager pounding cocks in their mouths, cunts and bumholes, but the image they remembered best was Brock leaning forward in his chair and watching gleefully while the two women were raped. He was laying with himself unashamedly, rubbing his cock through his pants. And this was the man they'd once dreamed of marrying!
Finally it was over, the excited men shooting their hot steamy loads into the women's throats, twats and assholes. Brock's business pals seemed suddenly sheepish and ashamed for what they'd done, and they hurriedly dressed and left the hotel. Brock, left alone with mother and daughter, stood up and let his pants drop, displaying a stiff cock-stand.
"Let's have a little nightcap, ladies," he said with a leer, "just the three of us."
Pat and Trish exchanged a look of total disgust, and then Pat did what she'd been longing to do all night. She seized a huge heavy glass ashtray, hurled it at Brock, and caught him right on the forehead. He went down with a groan, half-unconscious, his pants tangled around his ankles. The smug owner of the Tango Club finally looked like the creep he really was.
"Get your coat, honey, and let's go," Pat said.
"Just a minute, Mom," Trish said sweetly.
There was a table of food for Brock's guests, and Trish went over to it and picked up a huge bowl of spaghetti. She marched over to where Brock lay moaning and rubbing his forehead. She very carefully dumped the spaghetti onto his head and rubbed it in. Brock just lay there, spaghetti dripping down his face.
"Okay, Mom," Trish said with a mischievous little grin, "let's go home."
"You'll be sorry for this," Brock whined. "Oh, no," Pat grinned, "I don't think we'll be sorry at all."