A gentle mid-morning breeze blew in the half-open window of the bedroom. The brilliant mountain sunshine streamed through the antique lace curtains, casting a wide shaft of light on the brass bed-where the couple still lay deep in peaceful sleep.
Slowly, Ann awoke. She squinted her dark eyes and raised her arm over her delicate forehead as a shield, then turned to her side on the bed to try to escape the brilliant reflection of the sun on the well polished brass rails. Her arm curled around her husband's naked waist, her long fingers stroking the hair on his flat stomach.
Her eyes now open, she studied the smooth tanned patch of her husband's shoulder. She rolled over on her back and glanced at his uplifted arms, leaving only a thin shock of thick black hair. His strong inner sinews strained from upraised arms through rough muscular shoulders and over his tanned hardened back barely covered by the pale flowered sheet.
She pressed her blonde head back into the pillow and her brown eyes blinked painfully through the tears welling in her eyes. She wasn't so sure now that she even wanted to wake up – ever! Not if it meant facing the sad worrisome thoughts that were already looming through her cloudy mind. She turned on her side, a sense of anger growing in her heaving chest, and once again she studied her husband's tanned back.
She sat on the edge of the bed, still groggy with sleep, and slid her slender toes into her white satin slippers and pulled her robe from off the bedpost and shrouded it over her shoulders without putting her arms through the sleeves. She hesitated a moment, wondering whether she should awaken her snoring husband. No, she thought, he looks so peaceful.
Silently, then, she slithered into the kitchen and turned on the gas burner to heat some water for her morning coffee. "Oh, God!" she muttered, reaching in the kitchen cabinet for the aspirin bottle, "I'm going to need these today." Her head turned in the direction of the kitchen door, a strange but familiar scratching telling her Dante was hungry and ready for breakfast. "How `ya,doin', pup?" She bent over to give him a scratch under his patchy brown chin. "You and me are going to be alone today," sighed Ann. "Your master has to go out and make some money to feed that growling stomach of yours." She reached for a can of meaty chunks and dished a generous spoonful into his red dog dish. Footsteps in the hallway and the abrupt sound of the raining shower – John was up. Settling into her rocker overlooking the tranquility of the 'magic mountain', Ann sipped from her pottery mug, burning her mouth on the first bitter and scalding sip. Except for a momentary wince, she paid no heed. Her mind was elsewhere, miles away.
Suddenly she jumped up: "Oh, shit!" she -reprimanded herself. "I forgot I have two exams today." Ann groaned with dismay. No way, she thought, am I going to be able to go into those tests with a clear head. Maybe if I just call and tell some outlandish story, they'll let me take the make-up. With a trembling hand she dialed the number for University information, and after practicing her speech: "Hello? This is Ann Barot. I was wondering if I could take the make-up exam. You see, my husband has just come home from the hospital with a,case of appendicitis and he'll need some very special care." Yeah, she thought, that'll do it.
"What a lame excuse," she muttered, as she dialed the number of Professor Bradley.
That was pretty easy, reflected Ann with a grin. I only hope that weirdo Carol Nester will be as amenable.
"Not going to school today, honey?" asked John pouring himself a cup of hot water and dipping a tea bag in.
Ann watched the rippling muscles of his naked back as he stood there, a yellow towel wrapped around his loins. "Later." She took another sip of her tasteless coffee. "John, really. Wouldn't you reconsider my friend's offer? Wouldn't it be nice," her eyes glistened in the sunlight as she set her cup of coffee on the end table, "to spend the rest of our lives together without having to fly half way around the world just to make enough money to pay for this house?"
John answered her with a grin. "Maybe someday, Baby, but right now I'm doing as well as I can for just getting assigned to these new international flights." He wrapped the soggy teabag around a teaspoon and squeezed the last bit of darkness out of its hot limp bag. "I thought you liked having time alone and being liberated and all. Besides, that sounds a bit too risky no matter who's behind it."
"He says, John," she stammered, "that it's all set up. All you have to do is contact the assigned guards and it's all clear. No worries."
"Come on, honey. It's all I can do to muster up the energy to take on this extra flight." He took a deep sip of his tea and, wincing, reached for the bear-shaped honey container. "I'll make enough money this week to more than cover our mortgage payments."
Weakly, Ann rested her foot against the window pane. She knew better than to argue with her rationally minded husband. He was one of those precious few who, when they say 'no', mean just that. Taking her cue, she changed the subject, her heart pounding so loudly she was certain he could feel it vibrating the walls. With a grateful slurp, Dante licked her hand, fast.
What am I going to do, Dante? she thought staring into her animal's dark staring eyes.
Ann sat motionless, even while her husband picked up his hat and walked out the door. She heard the engine of their MGB rev up and, with a screech of the tires, the noise disappeared into the silent distance, leaving her alone, once more with her own vexation to keep her company. She was about to muster the strength to take a morning shower to do her yoga exercises when the phone rang.
"Hello?" she answered limply.
"Hello, Ann."
"What are you doing calling me at home? Mike, you promised to give me time!"
"Just wanted to tell you there are a few points I neglected to inform you of, my dear. My black Mercedes will be over to pick you up in an hour and a half," his husky voice echoed her fears.
"But…" she stammered, holding the receiver in her sweaty palm, "you don't even know where I live and John is still…"
"John just left for the airport." Mike finished her sentence for her.
"An hour and a half," and then he hung up.
Ann sat there like a statue, blindly staring into space, a space filled with nightmares, fear and loneliness. The most devastating loneliness she had ever experienced in her life-far worse than the affliction that had broken her heart and left her lifeless at Paul's death. No, she couldn't let this happen to John! She'd lick Mike's cock, she'd crawl on her knees, she'd subject herself to anything to keep the sanctity of her marriage.
She showered, exercised and went about her morning routine, all strange to her now. Ann studied her figure in the full length mirror. For the first time in her life, she wished she weren't so attractive. The image that stared back at her was that of a tall graceful well postured woman with large voluptuous breasts and a deep tan off-setting dark brown eyes and silken blonde hair. She stood, sleek and slim, with a waist like a wasp.
Her attire was carefully selected: a calf-length flowered skirt gathered at the waist, showing off her tiny waist with a cumberbund belt of deep rose to match the similar color in her long-sleeved jersey blouse, a silver and turquoise necklace adorning her slim, sensuous neck. The shoes were perfect too. White canvas platforms with jute heels and colorful ribbons that criss-crossed, winding their way up her slimly tapered ankles. She thrust her hands in her pockets and turned half-way round, examining her graceful image. just right! she thought. This will definitely please him.
Her heart sank to her knees with bewilderment. What twisted excuse did he have for wanting to talk to her? He was insane, and she feared him more than any thunderstorm or bolt of lightning that had several times threatened her on those numerous flights cross country. Her thoughts were cut short by a heavy thud of the door knocker and a fierce growl from Dante.
"That's him," she said aloud, breaking the silence of her torment.
Taking a deep breath, she opened the door.
"Hello, Mr. Boston is waiting for you in the car." Dante growled hatefully at the small Chinese man who stood before her, like the face of doom. For a brief second she considered turning her dog loose on these depraved people who were sucking her energy and life out of her with every threatening glance. She picked up her bag and shawl and followed him out the door.
The door to the black Mercedes was politely opened for her, and she gracefully slid in, surprised that Mike was not in the car.
"Boss says to take you to his place," growled a huge black man eyeing her melon-like breasts with ravishing stares. His long sinewy arm secured the lock on the door.
It was a deathlike ride into San Francisco and even driving over the Golden Gate Bridge held no inspiration for her as it normally did with its magic sensuous fog drifting like a shapeless spirit; now it only laughed at her.
Ann's heart beat like an African drum as they ascended the tall Broadway hilt of Pacific Heights. Her stomach turned cold and she felt icewater in her veins as the Mercedes neared the wrought iron gated mansion of the infamous Mike Boston. A white smocked valet appeared from nowhere to open the locked gates; in her pulsations of fear he became a morgue attendant, the grave digger from Hamlet, the spectre. of Poe. He was everything evil and wickedly ominous as he reached for her hand to help her out of the car. Weakly, she stood up, fearful that her legs would give way under the extreme incline of her platform shoes and.she would fall on her face, groveling on the ground as she knew Mike would have her doing as soon as she walked through that fateful door.
An elevator decorated in black and white zebra wallpaper took her from the foyer to the bedroom where those familiar mammoth doors opened up magically to the living room, still decorated with plants. She stepped down into the sunken room to come face to face with her extortionist.
"You're looking mighty fine, Ann." Mike Boston, dressed in evening clothes, his hair clipped and his manner suave, waved her in. She sat on the red lipped sofa, its recollections making her skin crawl with a strange passion of hatred and desire, a wicked sensation, destructive to her soul. She looked up at his face smiling and relaxed, like a cobra ready to strike the mongoose.
"Okay, Mike. What do you want?" she stammered, nervously pulling at a loose thread on her skirt.
"How about a drink before we discuss business," he said offering her a glass of wine. Ann's floundering hand reached anxiously for the crystal goblet, and tilting her head she took a long swallow.
"May I repeat, you look dashing." His sweet words cramped her stomach.
"Okay, Mike," she insisted. "Let's get on with this. I've already had to postpone my exams for this bullshit you're putting me through!" Her anger was growing, seething within her blood.
A frown gave way to a crooked smile. "Let's remember our etiquette, Mrs. Bailey… or is it Barot now?" Ann had forgotten how cruel Mike could be, how diabolical and cutting, slicing through, mercilessly through her heart like a dissected frog. Ann shuddered.
"Get on with it!"
"I see you've forgotten who you're dealing with," he said taking a long sip of his whiskey, staring at her dark eyes now welling with tears.
"You're insane!" she blurted out hatefully between her tightly clenched teeth. "You're a madman!"
Mike cocked an eyebrow and laughed a dry humorless laugh.
"Why?" he snarled. "Because I have money and I buy whatever I want at any cost? Look at yourself," he sneered pointing a crooked finer at her. "You don't even have the guts to admit to your own lewd nature. You love the way I treated you – parties, yachts, fur coats."
It sounded like a stuck phonograph record; every syllable carefully enunciated with cold calculation.
Mike swallowed the remainder of his drink.
"Have you met my friends?" He motioned for, Ross, the six foot black man who'd sat beside her on the way to the city, his cheap cologne gagging her.
"Mighty nice, boss." Ross stepped forward, his arms hanging laxly at his sides while his clenched fists slapped into each other with anxious frustration.
"And Fred," he said motioning for the Chinese, who had called for her, to step forward, which he did with a deep bow.
"Fred is my new secretary. He keeps files on every one who crosses my path." His cold eyes made Ann's flesh crawl as he set down his empty glass and reached for a ledger on the table decorated with numerous Boston ferns. "A complete list, my dear." Mike thumbed through the alphabetized pages. "Ah ha! Here we have Ann Barot. We'll have to make more room for you under the B's now, my dear."
Ann wailed out loud. There it was: complete evidence, undisputable facts on every party she had attended, who she'd spent the night with, even a section for remarks which enumerated prices. On top of it all, Mike Boston was a pimp, a madman who kept all the money to himself. Ann had never seen a dime of the thousands upon thousands of dollars she'd made for Mike! He's paid her rent in a nearby Pacific Heights apartment, but his generosity ended there.
"You son of a bitch!" she screamed in a high wail, picking up her wine goblet and hurling it at Mike who stood there laughing at her misguided throw. Her eyes blinded with tears, she darted for the door, but Ross and Fred dragged her away and held her in iron grips and guided her toward the couch.
They threw her down on the sofa where she sat panting and hugging a throw pillow while the three men stood looking at her and grinning. "You evil bastard! Go ahead and kill me! I've had enough of your fucking games."
The three men looked at one another and Mike's bushy eyebrows raised a full inch as he stroked his chin thoughtfully. "You've become awfully high and mighty, Ann. Have you forgotten your true nature? Do you remember how you loved to suck those cocks, those pricks, those balls and testicles, slithering your slender little finger up those assholes?"
Twinkling stars against a dark background were all Ann could see now, as her body gave way to blackness and fainted dead away from the shock of his words. Mike shook her lifeless body with a quick jerk. "Get her a drink!" Obediently, Fred went to the concealed bar and poured a glass of whiskey which he tilted to Ann's slightly parted lips, bringing her back to life with a choking gag.
"I'm sure you'll feel better now, Ann." Fred and Mike grinned at one another. "Remember how you used to love to drink and suck cock afterwards?" Mike nodded and Fred poured another which he offered to Ann who sat wiping her clammy forehead with the sleeve of her jersey top.
"No, no, I don't want anymore, please." Her pleas went unheeded as Fred shoved it in her hand.
"I said drink, Ann!" snarled Mike. "Or would you like your husband and the board of directors to see this ledger? I can think of at least ten of your old buddies who will be…" He stopped and smiled as Ann raised the glass to her lips – followed by another and another til she could stand no more. She sat slumped over, knowing what the drink would do. It would make her want to fuck and suck like she used to do all the time before she was flying. Oh God, why couldn't she help herself!
Ross, grinning, advanced and sat next to Ann on the red sofa. "My, but you're a pretty one!" He seized her by the shoulders and pinned her in place with his strong black body.
He put his arm around her neck and with his massive thumb, parted her tear-wetted lips. She could feel the beginnings of his erection on his pelvis pressed up against her buttocks. Slowly, using his arm, he eased her head back and poured the remainder of her half-empty glass down her choking throat.
Ann struggled a bit, -but the massive man overcame her easily despite her flailing head that rolled from right to left in drunken abandon. Finally she gave up and accepted the refilled glass in one swallow, knowing she was going to do it sooner or later anyway. Once she got started with these men, she knew she couldn't make herself stop. She would act like always before, fuck herself crazy.
Half an hour later, Ann was slumped on the couch – the same couch where it had all begun a few years back. Mike laughed at her limp body, rubbery with drunkenness. He liked to see Ann slobbering drunk and helpless to fight that hot little devil that lived in her throat and cunt. It gave him a sense of omnipotence. Fred and Ross were seated on chairs now, Ross smoking a marijuana cigarette with hashish oil smeared over the brown rolling paper. He was stripped to his underwear now; Mike had promised him a piece of the action and he was ready. Boy, was he ready!
He passed it to Fred, the oriental, who in turn offered it to Ann whose limp hand wavered out to accept it. She took a long deep drag and closed her eyes, leaning back on the couch: Her jersey was unbuttoned to the waist and her breasts were exposed almost to the nipples. They looked like rich tender melons waiting for someone to suck their sweet juices. Ross reached one hand under the blouse and caressed the nipple of one of them, springing it into erect life.
"She sure does have lovely breasts, boss."
"Hey," snapped the short oriental, untying his bowtie. "Don't forget I get a piece of the action."
"Come on, you two. Let's get on with it! We're going to help little Miss Ann here to remember her past."
As Ann sat dragging on the joint, Fred and Ross took off their clothes. "She's a hot one!" muttered Fred.
"Think she can handle both of us?" quipped Ross, stepping out of his pants.
The laughter made Ann look up, her eyes fogged and out of focus from the alcohol and grass. She looked up to see two naked men standing in front of her, one large and muscular and black, the other short and slender of frame and yellow-skinned. Her eyes traveled slackly down over their bodies to where their penises were standing up thick and menacingly, one black and the other olive colored. Her breath caught in her throat.
Before she could say a word, they were pulling her to her feet, taking the joint from her limp fingers. She squinted her eyes and tried to follow what they were doing. They were taking her skirt off and she was standing in her brassiere, panties, and platform shoes. Ross pulled off her brassiere and her lush full breasts leaped quiveringly free seeming to become bigger and more uplifted in the open air. Fred, kneeling by her, pulled her panties free with a jerk and left her standing naked in her shoes. "Let me see her!" Mike cried from his chair, his voice high again.
Fred and Ross each held an arm as they stepped back from her and Ann stood in the middle of the room with all her feminine loveliness exposed. They turned slowly so that Mike had a good look at her breasts which quivered and jumped as she put up a token struggle. Beneath her bare breasts with their swollen nipples, her rib cage curved down into a tiny molded waist. Her hips fanned out just far enough to support two smoothly rounded thighs. Her legs were long and tapered and, as the men slowly turned her around, Mike took in her long tanned back that curved delicately down to meet two firm full ass cheeks that undulated for his pleasure as they turned her around.
At a nod from Mike, the two men stood close to her and slowly, they guided her unresisting body down to her knees between them. She could feel her mouth growing moist inside from the rising saliva. She tried to bow her head for a moment to dampen her desire but the negro grabbed her by her long blonde hair and pulled her head up and back. jutting his naked pelvis forward he shoved his cock in her face. "Suck!" cried Mike from across the room, now sitting with another glass of wine, reveling in his position of power.
Ann struggled and tried to talk but it was no use. The alcohol and the joint had put her in a state where all she could think was: a cock is in my mouth.
Ross whipped her head around toward him and shoved his huge black penis at her face. "Suck," he repeated Mike's demand.
There seemed to be cocks all around her and people demanding that she suck them. Her hands groped and she felt something hard and hot and throbbing in her fist. It was big and it was exciting! Closing her eyes, she opened her mouth and her red wet tongue licked out and she tasted the huge black cock in her mouth.
Mike sat on the edge of his velvet antique chair, watching the lewd show in front of him with growing excitement. He saw Ann take the body-guard's massive black cock in her mouth. They didn't have to hold her by the hair any longer. He watched as Fred found her free hand and guided it onto his own huge Chinese rod of flesh, making her squeeze it and stroke it and play the skin back so that the thick bulbous head was exposed.
Still on her knees, Ann pulled her lips from the negro's cock and, opening her mouth wide, wiggled her tongue over the oriental's waiting hardness. Then, with a sigh, she let it slide into her mouth, filling it up as she sucked away.
The two men laughed and Fred began pumping his hips, sliding his cock in and out of her mouth while Ann hung on and sucked with all her might.
She didn't know where she was or who she was with. She didn't care. It had been a long time since she had acted this way. Mike was somewhere, controlling everything, controlling her, and she remembered the sexual heat and the thrill of doing what he wanted. There was something so frightening and, at the same time, alluring about going sexually wild. She would do anything they wanted. Nothing mattered to her now, school, John, nothing. The thought of wild abandon, of acting once again like a wild stewardess, sent wild convulsing impulses through her and she could feel her viginal lips swelling hard with desire and the walls of her cunt hot and itching and wet. '
There seemed to be cocks everywhere. How many? It didn't matter; there were more than enough. Now she felt herself clutching strong hairy thighs as her head was forced back, and Ross and Fred, black man and Chinese were standing side by side, bending over her.as they held their lust-engorged penises in their hands. They were forcing both their cocks into her mouth at once! Ann choked momentarily but sucked with all her might as she felt the two hot ramrods spreading her lips and sliding back into her throat.
Mike watched as she submitted eagerly, all of her conscious brain at rest. Now, she was just another animal, a beautiful lewd animal. He watched as he saw her buttocks quivering, her head held back as she sucked on the two cocks at once and felt his excitement growing as he saw her hands slip behind the two standing men and caress their buttocks.
Then they dragged her to her feet and the negro put his hand on her cunt and massaged it while the oriental fondled her hard-tipped breasts. An absent smile came across the betrayed face as she closed her eyes and let her hips move easily and lewdly, thrusting them forward so that the Chinaman could stick his finger up into her cunt and finger her. "Man is she ready!" he said in a cracked voice.
"Fuck her!" Mike said, his voice climbing still higher.
They let her fall back on the couch where she crawled on her back, all modesty gone, with her arms above her head, her eyes closed and her mouth open. As her breasts heaved up and down, her hips undulated obscenely and her thighs spread, one leg falling off the red couch. Two men stood and looked while the other sat on the edge of his chair and they all gazed at her wide-splayed cunt. Framed by her blonde curling pubic hair; it lay open to their hungry eyes, undulating as her hips gyrated and rolled.
With a low animal growl, the negro lunged toward Ann.
"Wait!" Mike's tenor voice, ready with excitement, cut through the air. "She's got to ask for it." He half rose out of his chair. "Do you want to be fucked Ann by a big black and a yellow cock?"
Ann, feeling her body immersed in a hot sticky sexuality, longing for a thick cock that would sink into her cant and send her spiraling toward bliss, thrashed her head back and forth and bent her knees, thrusting her yearning vagina upward. "Yessss!" she breathed.
"Say it!" Mike screeched, now sitting on the edge of his antique chair.
"Fuck me, fuck me with your big black cock; all of you, fuck me!" The lewd thrill, the orgasmic debasement of hearing her voice call out such words only made her more lewd.
Ross's big black frame was immediately on top of her and Mike felt his breath coming fast as he saw them, black and yellow, together. The hulking body-guard took her lovely form in his thick arms and put the head of his bloated black cock right on the slit of her wet cant and ran it up and down the full, wetly glistening length. Ann, underneath him, moaned with delight and squirmed around on the couch, eager for more. "Fuck me!" she murmured in Ross's ear.
Ross went mad, ramming his cock home in her white cant, filling it and splitting her legs wide as she cried out against the sudden shock and pain but kept pumping her hips, knowing she would soon crawl past the pain. Ross, his eyes bugging, fucked her with all his might, his semen-filled balls slapping against her wide-split buttocks as he lifted her up off the couch with each withdrawal then slammed down with all his weight on her again, his cock sinking deep into her boiling hot cunt.
"Hey Ross, save some for me!" the oriental called out as he knelt beside the couch and kissed Ann on the mouth, running his tongue lizard-like in and out between her lips.
"Just going to make her cum is all I'm doing," Ross grunted in his deep voice.
Fred was shifting position now, moving the drunken girl's head so that she could suck his cock as the black man fucked in and out fast and deep. Ann closed her lips over Fred's cock and felt the negro's huge black cock in her cunt and felt herself going on a long liquid ride – a kind of obscene slide – as her body undulated and met each hard lewd thrust and she sucked on the Chinaman's cock as hard as she could.
Then, her eyes wide, rolling back, she opened her mouth and her body arched upward, actually lifting the negro off the couch with a superhuman effort. The cords in her neck stood out as she let Fred's cock slip from her mouth and screamed, "Agggghhhhh!" And then she collapsed, quivering as she felt her nerves dancing to the wild maniacal fury of her orgasm.
She lay spent and quivering, moaning as Ross slowly withdrew his huge black cock and rolled off her and slumped to the floor.
Instantly, Fred, with his yellow skin and black hair, was on top of her. "Damn, I want to fuck her!"
Mike was wild with excitement. His own erection was hard and demanding, but he would bide his time. There was more to come. And when the time was right, he would join them.
Fred was grabbing Ann by her lithesome hips and turning her over onto her stomach. Ann responded with a lewd smile and lay flat on her belly, crushing her breasts against the red sponginess of the couch as Fred ran his hands over her smooth firm buttocks. Cupping his hands on the cheeks of her ass, he slowly spread them apart to reveal her tiny tight anus and Ann, her eyes closed, twitched as the tip of his finger flicked over the puckered little hole, and felt a lazy lewdness coming over her body. The alcohol and the grass bore down heavily on her conscious and, with a little laugh, she admitted to herself that she didn't want to think, only feel. She wanted to feel hands caressing her body all over. She wanted to feel cocks on her fingers and taste them in her mouth and feel them bulging and ramming in her cunt. There was no sense; thinking about it, she knew she was debauched: that she was, deep down, lewd and obscene and that being an exhibitionist delighted and thrilled her far beyond any other emotion.
She lay murmuring nonsense words, relaxing her body, spreading her legs slightly, allowing Fred freer play with her anus. His rhythmically flicking finger lulled her into a lewd daydream. She was on stage, in a theatre. She was a dancer on the stage and stood in the brilliancy of the spotlight aimed directly on her slim body as she stood proudly, one hand on her hip. People in the audience called out to her to take off particular articles of clothing and she did it until she stood naked in front of them. She turned around for them, exhibited her body, throwing articles of her clothing to particularly excited members of the crowd. She danced for them as obscenely as possible. Men came up out of the audience – and women too – to fondle her body and speak in crude terms. More men crowded around her and soon hands were all over her body, caressing, massaging, fondling her everywhere.
"Awww!" she cried, her face wincing in pain as Fred brought her back to lewd reality. His finger was suddenly bearing down on her anus, pushing hard and brutally.
"Aggggghhhhhh!" she suddenly screamed as the tiny rubber ring guarding her rectum suddenly expanded and his middle finger plunged in to the first knuckle. Immediately her anus tightened defensively around his finger as he began wiggling and turning it, feeling out the soft sensitive nether ring.
Ann lay tense and afraid as she felt the painful probing of the finger; then opened her eyes to see Ross, huge and muscled, lying on the floor watching, his prick big, full, and black. Across the room was Mike, half out of his seat, watching with his mouth open and a glazed look in his eyes. They were watching Fred with his finger in her anus. The thought was so lewd, so excitingly obscene that Ann began to enjoy the pain and the probing. Through the momentary pain, there came a lascivious delight at being fucked in the ass while someone else watched.
Her hips began rolling again. "Look at that!" Ross whispered. "Would you look at that, she likes it!"
Ann closed her eyes and spread her legs wider apart, enjoying the feel of the soft sensuous cushion against her cunt and clitoris as Fred bore down again, sinking his middle finger deeper into her anus and wiggling it again.
It hurt, but it felt good too. And lewd Using all her remaining strength, she lifted her wide-split buttocks off the couch and got to her knees, spreading her legs as much as possible, her head still down on the couch, her breasts spilling voluptuously downward, her hardened nipples just grazing across the soft red couch as she wiggled her buttocks and thrust upward and Fred began a slow fucking of his finger in and out.
Mike was beside himself and unzipped his fly and held his throbbing cock in his hand inside his pants as he watched his Chinese secretary, with his whole middle finger now buried in the beautiful young stewardess's asshole, get to his knees and waddle up close to her hotly gyrating buttocks to watch, his cock held in his free hand.
Ann felt the hard rubbery head of the oriental's cock being rubbed back and forth over her passion-drenched slit of her cunt and she moaned, her lust mounting as his finger probed obscenely deep in her anus. She felt her vagina moist again and shuddered with delight as she felt the head of his cock slipping with lubricated ease from the negro's cum up and down against her pussy. Slowly, she felt her vaginal lips being spread wide; wider, as she gave a low animal grunt of satisfaction. She felt his hot hard cock slip home and hold there while his finger continued to wiggle in her anus. Slowly, her eyes half shut, she began pumping her hips back and forth in time to Fred's grinding thrusts.
Murmuring with delight, the skewered blonde looked down to see the huge black cock swelling viciously with excitement as Ross watched the two of them locked cunt and cock together on the couch. Her arm fell off the sofa and her fingers trailed up along his powerful thigh to his massive black penis which she took in her hand and began stroking. Ross, wild with lust, got to his knees and crouched over next to her head.
Pulling his massive pulsating hardness toward her face, Ann let her tongue lick out and over his thick mushroomed cock-head and felt the hot heavy cock slide in.
Now, all three bodies – Fred's yellow body offset by black straight chocks of hair, Ross's big black muscular body – began to undulate and flow and pump in an obscene rhythm whose ultimate end was exquisitive pleasure for all three.
Ann felt her body caught up in the ecstasy of the moment. A sense of abandonment swept over them: it didn't matter what they did or who was watching. All that mattered was one thing: lewd pleasure that seemed to engulf them as Fred fucked her cunt and probed her hotly devouring rectum with his finger and Ross, on his knees, fucked his blackly bulging cock in and out of her tightly ovalled mouth while Ann sucked and screwed her buttocks back and forth and still felt another orgasm mounting deep in her loins. She would cum like crazy, she knew, and then collapse in an ecstatic state while the two men finished fucking her body as they liked.
"Now! Now, both of you at the same time!" Mike said, his voice shrill and penetrating as he slumped back in his chair, his hand still holding his cock inside his pants.
Instantly, greedily, the two men reacted, pulling out their cocks and tumbling Ann around. There was no resistance; all of them were eager for anything. There was just a momentary confusion born of lust.
Ross was lying on his back on the couch, his great chest heaving. Ann, her huge breasts quivering, her nipples distended, was over him, straddling his waist on her knees, her hips pumping obscenely, as she reached down between her widespread thighs and seized his cock and held it erect. Slowly, she lowered her hotly throbbing cunt downward, her hips twitching and rolling.
Ross's black hands reached up and gripped her slim waist and pulled her down so that his thick black shaft sank slowly up into her hungrily undulating cunt. Ann took it all, squirming for more, riding him slowly up and down so that Mike could see the glistening black shaft of Ross's cock fucking wetly into her blonde cunt while Ann, her blonde head flung back, slowly slid her hands up over her curved rib cage to cup her lewdly dancing breasts while her fingers squeezed at her nipples.
Behind her, she felt the small oriental's hands on her shoulders, pushing her forward until she was crouching over the negro, her soft, white breasts crushed tight against his chest and her buttocks spread wide and tight and obscenely exposed.
Fred looked down to see Ross's wiry pubic hair. Ann began a lewd animal pumping as she felt Fred's cock pressing harder against her anus. Harder. And still harder. The pressure mounted as he leaned his full weight down on her and she felt her tight little rectal mouth spreading wider and wider until she was sure he would split her like a ripe, juicy watermelon. The pressure still mounted far beyond anything she'd endured, and with a wild lunge, she felt the thick cock-head plunge suddenly inward and the hot rubbery walls of her rectum close tight around the deeply burrowing shaft,
"Aw, no! No, I can't do it so fast! Fuck it in slower… fuck it in slower!" she pleaded with the toothily grinning oriental.
"Fuck her fast!" Mike demanded, on his feet now.
"Please, fuck it in slow!"
"Fuck her fast!"
"Oh God, you'll kill me if you do!"
"Fuck her, fuck her with all you have!" Mike said, his, voice high and unreal.
The oriental heeded his instructions and began fucking in and out, feeling the huge black cock in her cunt separated from his own by a thin wall of soft, resilient flesh. Each time he withdrew, Ann's anus would react, the warm rubbery flesh clinging hungrily to the shaft of the cock like it didn't want to relinquish its hold.
The negro, below her, put his hands on her breasts, forcing her torso up with great strength as he savagely massaged her breasts and nipples.
As Ann groaned and tensed, pinned in place by brute power, Mike came toward the couch, his mouth open. The oriental was fucking in and out of her anus in long smooth strokes and the negro was pumping his great hips up and down as Ann was battered and jerked and pummeled and twitched about, her head flying back and forth until her grunts turned to moans and her moans to groans and, finally, to wild animal sounds of sheer delight as her body found the rhythm and she began fucking back in unison with the two men, building, building, building… her lust and desire.
"That's it, that's it!" Mike screamed with a queer falsetto as he ran to the couch and pulled out his rock-hard cock. He guided Ann's willing lips open with his trembling fingers and then slowly wormed his lust-hardened cock intro her mouth for her to suck on.
This was the final lewd thrill, the ultimate humiliation and debasement; sucking the obscenely aroused penis of Mike Boston while being sandwich-fucked so wildly by his two thug employees.
Mike began jerking his hips back and forth as the two men fucked, and Ann let her body ripple and undulate while she sucked as hard as she could and felt them all building to an insane crescendo. Mike was the first to cum, his body stiffening while he yelled and shot his white hot sperm far up into her feverishly sucking mouth, and her cheeks bulged and hollowed lewdly as she swallowed and sucked for more, her tongue twirling wildly.
The negro was the next to cum, exploding his thick white cum deep up into her hotly milking cunt with a roar. Ann felt the tempo, increase as she was driven inexorably on to a soaring wet orgasm that blinded her for a moment, and as Mike's cock trailed away from her cum-glistening lips, she let out a wail as the oriental fucked her with all his might.
White-hot momentary pain coursed through her rectum and mingled with her orgasm and only made it wilder, sweeter, more intense and prolonged. It seemed as if she were falling through space, through an endless void of pleasure and pain as she heard Fred give out with a guttural animal sound that sounded as if he were saying something lewd in Chinese and felt his cock swell painfully against the walls of her rectum and then begin to pump hot, slippery cum deep up into her, filling her asshole and belly to the brim.
With a deep sigh, Ann closed her eyes and collapsed, losing consciousness.
"What do we do with her now, boss?" Fred was zipping up his pants.
"Take her home. Get her out of here!" And looking at the disappointed faces of his employees, added, "Don't worry, boys. There'll be more. This was just a little welcome home party." Mike Boston wiped off his penis with a damp wash cloth brought him by Ross. "Wait till the party and she meets our friend from down South of the border, and that Turkish dude too. We'll see what Ann Bailey, I mean Barot, is made of. And I can assure you she ain't sugar and spice and everything nice."
They all three laughed boisterously as they dressed the limply unconscious body of the voluptuous blonde who minutes before had sucked and fucked them all into blind ecstasy.