Veronica's body tensed, straining against the ropes that bound her wrists and ankles. Rough hemp chafed her soft skin, and she moaned, rolling her head in a dark, swirling cloud of silky brown hair.
Hunk crouched between her spread legs, hungrily eyeing her densely furred cunt. He leaned forward, supporting his weight with one hand while he stroked his cock up and down among the wet, gleaming curls that fringed her pussy.
After being tickled unmercifully by the tingling shower spray, she was relieved at the touch of his cock. She grunted and twisted her pussy back to feel more heat and steady pressure.
Her cunt lips spread and swallowed his cockhead, grasping and pulsing with wet friction. "Uuunnnnnggghhhh," she moaned. "Your prick's so thick and hot!"
"Yeah, you're gonna love the way it rips your cunt!" Hunk inched in some of his rigid cock shaft, looking down to see how her wet cunt lips cringed and sank inward. The sleek grasp of her snug little fuck hole made the veins on his prick bulge and throb with restless energy.
"Oooooh," she sighed. "Oh, GOD!" The hot spear of his cock sinking into her pussy made her forget about the ropes binding her across the bed. She jerked violently, trying to thrust her cunt on to his prick, and she felt the shocking bite of rough hemp.
She arched and squirmed toward him despite the pull of the ropes binding her arms. She wanted to end it, to get his huge cock in her pussy all the way and free her mind from the torment of his deliberately slow entry.
"Fuck me!" She pleaded softly. "Oh, ram that damn prick in! I don't care how big it is. I don't care if your cock rips my cunt. Just fuck me, and get it over with!"
Chap grinned and said to Jason: "She don't know yet how long it's going on."
"What do you mean?"
"Yeah I'm going to fuck her the instant Hunk gets through – stab my prick in while her climax is still going on. And you be ready to hit her as soon as she cums again. Her pussy ought to be a fucking firebox by then."
"Yeah!" Jason flashed with a wicked grin, wondering how it would be when she came three times with hardly a break between. His long thin cock ached at the thought.
"Get your prick in!" She said desperately.
"You sure that's what you want?" He had hardly more than two inches of cock-meat buried in the velvety mouth of her fuck-tube, and it already felt burning tight.
"Yes! Oh, shit… fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
He drew back so that only the soft knob of his cock remained in the mouth of her cunt. Then he lunged, dropping all his weight on her upraised ass while his huge cock spiked into her pussy up to the hilt.
Veronica shivered in silence for one long and terrible moment of pain. Then she shuddered and cried: "Ooooooooooh, good God! Ooooooh, God… good!"
Hunk grunted and began pumping his enormous prick in and out. After the ravaging her ass had taken from his gnarled prick, Veronica thought she knew what to expect. But she could not have anticipated the reaction such deep fucking would stir in her cunt.
His plunging cock touched nerves accustomed only to the seeping warmth of hot jism. Now they felt the cushioned head of his cock jam between them like a wedge, spreading the narrow tube of her cunt for the thick prick shaft to follow.
"Aaaahhhgggrungh!" she sobbed.
Hunk dug his hands beneath Veronica's arms and gripped her tits, squeezing mounds of tit-flesh pressed almost flat by their combined weight. It made the pressure and the pleasure of his milking grasp almost more than she could stand.
Veronica's nipples swelled and burned against Hunk's palms. He made deep grunting sounds of lewd triumph. He found that he could hold and maul her pliant tits and still stick his thumbs up into the hollows beneath her arms.
She writhed and twisted when he first touched her there. "Nnnnnoooooo!" she cried, remembering how the shower spray had tickled her with such persistence.
"Yes!" Hunk growled. He remembered how the tickling made her pussy wrench and heave in uncontrolled fury. With her arms and legs bound, that was the only way he could think of to get the bucking, twisting good fuck that his cock demanded for satisfaction.
"You bastard! Oh, you prick head! Don't tickle me… Aaaggghhh! Shit! Uuunnngh! I can't stand that!"
But with each curse or cry, Hunk felt waves of writhing motion. Veronica's ass arched up off the pillows, gyrating in a frenzy of torment. Inside, anguished pulses raced up and down the shaft of his cock.
"Goddamn, look how that bitch can fuck." Jason said.
Chap nodded. "I know… I fucked her hairy cunt first, you know." But he hadn't fucked quite like that. He couldn't see where she got the strength to lift her ass up and grind her pussy on the root on Hunk's cock when all his weight was on her.
"Gruuungh! Pppuuuungh! Hhhhaaaaa!" she gasped and groaned.
Only by lifting and twisting her cunt until bolts of pain ran up her back could she forget the torment of his thumbs teasing softly beneath her arms.
"You fuck even better than I thought," he whispered hoarsely. "I love the way your pussy moves! I could fuck you like this all night!"
"No, God – I can't stand another minute." Every nerve in her upper body twanged with wild shocks. They sped to her brain and made her mind whirl in torment.
Jason could see the misty look in her eyes. Maybe it was lewd passion; maybe it was pain. He couldn't tell, but the emotion was extreme. Nor could he tell by the sounds that sprang up in her from deep inside. Her twisted screams and babbled words meant nothing to him. It all excited him wildly. He began pumping his cock with blurring motions of his hand, holding it close to her face so that she could see the fierce tension swelling there.
Hunk kept fucking into Veronica from behind with force enough to make her vision blur. Her eyes widened, but she couldn't keep them in focus. She grunted, and she moaned, and she felt the seething motions of her cunt increase their fury.
Jason's wagging cock was right before her eyes. In her tormented view, it looked snake-like – as menacing as a cobra swaying to the music of the charmer's flute.
The brutal length of Hunk's cock and the speed of his fucking pushed her forward until the ropes around her ankles pulled tight. Her feet turned cold from the lack of circulation, then they began to tingle.
Her clit had swollen hard and bulged from its protective sheath. Hunk fucked into her with force enough to make it slide on the satin pillow bunched beneath her crotch. That brought another eerie tingling.
"Ooooh," she gasped. "Oooooh, I'm going to cum! It's happening again!" The words came slowly, as though forming each one was a great struggle.
The way her lips strained excited Jason even more. He could imagine the same rippling tension in her cunt, pulling and sucking on Hunk's big cock. He couldn't wait for his turn to fuck her. He had to ease the burning pressure in his balls. He clamped his eyes shut, held his breath, and beat faster on his cock.
"Hhhuuunnnnghh!" Hunk bellowed when his first charge of jism fired.
"Hhhheeeeeeeeyyyeeeeah!" Veronica screamed.
Jason's cock fired while her mouth was open wide. Slick fuck-cream splattered on her upper lip and dripped down into her mouth.
For an instant, she thought Hunk's searing charge of jism had burned its way right through her body. His huge, gushing cock felt strong enough to shoot cum into her cunt and make it bubble from her lips. Jason's spurting made that horrible illusion seem true.
He fired again, this time directly into her open mouth. Jism hit her flapping tongue and slithered into the hollow of her throat. It turned a wild scream of passion into a gurgle of distress. She coughed and sputtered, almost gagged by the rushing flow of spunk.
Her torment delighted Hunk. Her pussy wrenched and heaved like it was trying to strangle his thick cock. He pumped it into her pussy hard and fast, hissing each time he jetted cum as hot as live steam.
"Guuullleeeeeey!" she cried as the thrill of her climax began. It wracked her body and made it strain in a frenzy against the ropes. They creaked from the strain of her wrenching tugs. The rough hemp chafed deep, but her nerves were too jangled to sense the pain.
She wailed a long, shrill cry of joy – tense and trembling – as her thrilling climax neared its peak. Her grinding pussy had milked Hunk's big cock dry, and she began to feel it soften in her cum-flooded fuck-tube.
"I want to fuck her now," Chap said. "Quick, before her hot wet pussy has a chance to calm down."
Hunk rolled off to the side, too weak and spent to think of protest! And Chap drove his cock in deep.
"Not again," Veronica sobbed. "Oh, Jeeezzzus… not so soon!"
"We're going to keep that cunt of yours at a full boil for as long as we can," Chap said. With three cocks to share the pleasure, he figured that might be all night. At least until midnight when that fucking cop husband of hers would go off-shift.
Veronica remembered the first three climaxes in vivid detail. Then she lost count. Successive waves of ever greater and ever more annoying pleasure rattled through her mind like the links of an endless chain.
Tanya felt the heated gaze of every man in the elegant, dimly lit dining room. The formally clad waiter flashed a wicked, taut-lipped grin behind her back while seating her in a tufted velvet antique chair. He knew Jeff Hanson was a pimp. He was a frequent, if not a favored customer. And he knew that in a week or so, this luscious young redhead would be put to work.
The waiter gave Hanson a wink and a knowing grin. I want her as soon as she's ready, it said. He and Jeff Hanson had done business before. The sixty-year-old waiter loved to fuck young girls, and never could he remember one that made his wrinkled old cock ache like this fiery-haired beauty.
Hanson gave a slight nod of understanding and beamed a broad smile as he studied the menu. This little redhead would earn him a fortune after he tamed her with his own aching cock.
Tanya thought at first that men stared and whispered when she walked by because her simple blouse and skirt looked so out of place in the plush surroundings. But then she saw the way their eyes flashed and their tongues flicked across their lips. Most of the regular customers knew Jeff Hanson, and most of them were already fucking young Tanya in their minds.
She took refuge behind the huge menu. The cover was flocked with velvet, red and gold. The parchment pages were lettered with ancient-looking script, and the prices made her eyes pop.
"I recommend the fillet and lobster tail. That's what I'm going to have." Hanson put aside his menu and picked up the wine list.
Tanya scanned down the menu until she found the steak and lobster. "My God, that costs…"
"Never mind what it costs. You're with me."
"But there's gotta be a catch," she said. She wasn't exactly street-wise yet, but she wasn't a complete fool either.
"NO catch," Jeff assured her. "When you finish dinner, you can walk right out the door if you like."
He intended to fill her with so much vintage champagne that she wouldn't be able to walk without clinging to his arm. And if that didn't work, he had a little vial of amber fluid in his pocket that would. By midnight, he expected to be fucking her tawny little cunt for the first time. The first of many!
The Headwaiter eyed Grant Dunlap's off-the-rack suit coldly and rumpled his lip. The little silver-haired blonde with him was stunning, but not shown to best advantage in what he took to be bargain basement clothes.
"Do you have a reservation?" he almost sneered.
"Not yet," Grant said.
"Well, sir… then I'm afraid you might have to wait several hours."
"Call your boss. Tell him Dunlap and Ballard from the Vice Squad are here for dinner. If we have to hang around waiting, there's no telling what we might turn up."
"Er, yes… yes, sir right away." He bristled, but picked up a white in-house phone, dialed a single digit and then spoke in a muffled tone. He smiled grudgingly as he lowered the receiver back into the cradle. "Right this way. Your table is waiting."
"What gives you clout in a place like this?" Sam whispered.
"They've got a little Las Vegas in a back room," he replied.
"In Nevada that's legal. Here it's not. How come they haven't been shut down?"
"Because the Police Commissioner likes playing roulette. They have a tricky wheel and they let him win."
"I see." Sam's illusions were already wearing thin.
When they were seated at a cozy table for two, Grant leaned close and whispered: "See the guy with the luscious young redhead?"
"Hhhhmmmm?" she replied after a subtle, side long glance. "He looks like a pimp."
"He is a pimp. Hanson, Jefferson B. Fourteen arrests, two convictions, sentence suspended both times. Right now, he's breaking in a new girl, giving her the old razzle-dazzle. He'll fuck her for a week, then pass her around among a few friends. By then she'll be ready for the street."
"Are you going to bust him?"
"For what? Taking a girl to dinner isn't against the law."
"We've got to do something! We can't let her get hooked into a set-up like that. She looks so sweet."
"Give her a month, and she'll be tough enough to spit nails."
"I won't let that happen!" Samantha said loudly.
"Sssshhhhh! Let the girl enjoy her dinner. The way she's ripping into that steak, I'd say she hasn't eaten in a week."
"Then what?"
"I don't know… but we'll think of something."
Samantha smiled and stole another glance at the beautiful young girl with the long waves of fiery red hair. The sight of her sparked a twinge of desire, one part of her sexual nature that Grant didn't know about yet.
The lewd trio of teens led by Billy Chapman exhausted their interest in Veronica sooner than she'd dared hope. They left talking about some girl named Tanya, thinking they might be able to find her and continue their lusty rampage on through the night.
It took several minutes for Veronica to catch her breath. Then she staggered into the shower and washed herself clean, careful not to wet her long, luxurious fall of silky brown hair.
She dressed in fresh clothes, fit the velvet banded diamond neckpiece back around her throat and left the house with a feeling of increased excitement. The mixed pleasure and pain of what she'd been through had forced her to face one important fact that she'd been crowding to the back of her mind for too long.
Her life with Grant was finished. She could no longer be content being a cop's wife. She had to find something better for herself, and she knew just where to look. But first, she had to stop by her parents' hilltop home and borrow one of her mother's beautiful minks.
Grant Dunlap had eaten his way half through a thick, rare steak when he looked up, gulped like he was choking and did a classic double-take.
"Oooooh, shit!" he said, quickly lowering his head. "Ah, don't look around right now, but when you get a chance, check out the brunette in the mink coat that just walked up to the bar."
A moment later Sam looked quickly, as casually as she could. "She's a real stunner!"
"She's my wife."
"Your wife?" Sam looked again, not so casually this time. She felt a sinking pang of jealousy. Grant's wife was radiant, and the dark, lustrous mink that so perfectly matched her long hair must have cost half a year of the cop's pay.
She looked curiously at him and said: "I thought you couldn't afford shit like that!" Sam thought Grant might be taking favors far more valuable than dinner out and free use of a motel room.
"I can't. She must have borrowed it from her mother. Veronica's off on her elegant lady trip again."
Sam breathed a sigh of relief. "Who's the guy with her?"
Grant looked up quickly and choked back a laugh.
"What's so damn funny? He's tall, dark and very handsome. And very interested in your wife."
"Name's Brett Allison. He's a gigolo – a fucking cock for hire. He's in here a lot, always trying to score with some rich old cunt. It's going to be a big shock when he gets her out of that mink and finds nothing but a cop's wife underneath."
Samantha gulped. "Oh, shit – we've been so busy watching them, I didn't notice. That pimp Hanson and the sexy little redhead they've left!"
"Let's go. It looks like Veronica is too busy trying to get herself fucked to even notice that I'm here." Grant pushed back his chair and only felt sorry about one thing… that he didn't have time to finish that delicious steak.
When Billy Chapman and his two friends couldn't find Tanya anywhere on the street, Billy had a good idea what had happened. And he had a good idea where to look for her. He checked the restaurant out by peering through a small side window where the heavy drapes did not quite meet. And now, he, Hunk and Jason were all crouched in the shadows behind the car parked next to Jeff Hanson's long black convertible.
Normally, Billy would never mess with Hanson. But now he felt a swelling sense of power. Not only had he fucked the brains out of that cop's wife, but he'd grabbed another piece on the way out. That deadly little snub-nose hanging in the closet. His sweaty hand curled tightly around the checkered walnut grip.
Jeff Hanson didn't see them. His gaze was locked on sexy little Tanya. She clutched his left arm for support and giggled when he reached out with his right hand to feel one of her jutting tits.
Chapman stood up when they passed. "That's my girl you're fucking with, pimp!"
Hanson whirled, shaking free of Tanya's grasp. He almost laughed when he saw who it was. "Billy Chapman," he sneered. "What are you doing, stealing hubcaps?"
"You fucker! Nobody calls me Billy any more!" His hand stirred restlessly in his jacket pocket.
Jeff Hanson's hand blurred beneath his coat and snapped back with a vicious-looking switchblade. He touched a button and nine inches of gleaming cold steel flashed in the faintly lit parking lot behind the restaurant.
"I'll call you Billy, or prick head, asshole, or anything I want, little boy!" His cold voice rang with scorn.
"You can call me Mr. Chapman, and you can kiss my ass!" He pulled the gun and thumbed the hammer back.
Hanson swallowed a lump of fear. Hunk uncoiled from behind the car then and grinned viciously. "You want I should bust his head?"
"Yeah, let's stomp him good," Jason said. He felt brave standing in the back of Billy – Bill – and that ugly little gun.
Tanya's mind had been fuzzed by two bottles of champagne. But it snapped suddenly clear when she saw the cold blue glint of the gun in Chapman's hand, and the even colder gleam in his narrowed eyes.
"We're gonna fuck your tawny cunt all night long," he said to her. "And that's still better than what this sonuvabich had in mind for you."
Tanya stumbled back and slumped against the fender of the car. "Oh, God… Jeff, do something!"
"Yeah, Jeff – drop the knife before I drop you. Then get in your fucking pimp mobile and get your ass out of here before I decide to amputate your cock with my.38…"
Jeff opened his hand and let the knife fall. No bitch was worth this kind of shit. "You win, man… Mr. Chapman… Take her. She's all yours."
"Jeff!" Tanya screamed! "No! Noooo!" Hunk and Jason split apart and circled to close her in.
Grant Dunlap was also moving, but none of them saw him. He crouched low behind the rear fender of a car that would have cost him two years' pay. The big.44 Magnum was locked in a steady, two-hand grip. He aimed across the trunk lid at Billy Chapman's chest and shouted: "Freeze, you bastard! Don't anybody move. Don't even blink!" Billy whirled toward the sound and whipped off a shot.
Tanya screamed – a blood-curdling cry of fear, and Grant's big cannon roared.