Susan Sheldon lay in sheer helpless, degraded agony beneath the powerful blind man whose thick, throbbing rod of flesh was sunk to its complete length in the obscenely stretched split down between her wide spread legs. Even the tiniest trace of any rapture she had felt had long since left her and suddenly, she sensed him beginning to move once more; she sucked in her breath, holding it in fear of what was to come. He began to jerk on top of her, his hips flexing, the huge head of his prick burrowing deeper and deeper into her.
"Oh… oh… Please… my God! No more… no more… I can't…" Susan begged. Then, she felt him raise his heavy weight off her, his hands pressing her shoulders tightly to the davenport-cushion, his widespread knees forcing her thighs wider apart, until the blood-engorged head slipped further into her was pressing hard against her cervix… and then, slowly, he began to rub in and out of her, picking up speed as he worked, at last buffeting her whole body back and forth like a rag doll beneath him while he fucked furiously into her.
Damn! He had to know what her face looked like, Max thought, taking one hand to run his fingertips over it perceptively; then, he continued down over her whole body, the picture forming quickly in his brain, her soft, ivory voluptuousness spread open obscenely beneath him, entirely at his mercy, and a lascivious grin stretched his lips. His fingers returned to her face to find it still contorted with the pain of his first vicious stab into her sensitive pink hole. Her lips were drawn back from her small even teeth, pleading, little incoherent whimpers coming from deep in her throat. Her arms were outstretched, palms placed feebly against his hips, attempting to ease the attack of his rampaging cock battering against her tender womb, and her carefully coiffured hair was now a maze of wild entanglements.
Hell, he'd bet that punk she'd been married to never banged it to her like this, never sunk his cock to the depths he'd reached. By the feel of her pussy, Sheldon must've had a finger for a prick. Christ, her cunt was as tight as a virgin's, he thought gleefully, as he held her powerless in the lewd, abased position. He ran his hand down between them to feel his kinky, greying pubic hair tangling and meshing with her sparse, silken strands, while the head of his heavy, solid prick tunneled deep into the coral split that his tongue had licked to a moist rapture only a few minutes before. He visualized the tight lips of her cunt stretched to the near ripping point, the elasticized inner pink rim clasping tightly around the white skinned base of his cock like a hungry sucking mouth.
He held her like this for a moment, savoring the sensuous, imagined scene of her rare beauty impaled helplessly and defenselessly beneath him, his huge cock entombed deeply in her white little quivering belly. Christ, the feel of her there, hopelessly subjected to his any and every lurid whim made his cock throb and ache, and his heavy balls churn with the pressure that was building inside them. Damn her, he was going to give her a fuck she'd remember as long as she lived!
Susan lay frozen helplessly beneath him. She'd already concluded there was absolutely no mercy in the man, that to beg further was utterly useless. He was nothing short of a sadist. Dear God, how could she have been so erotically swayed in the beginning…? He'd become a lust-filled brute, and there was nothing she could do but lay there in under him and degradingly let him ravish her until he'd emptied all of his lewd sperm into her cringing vaginal passage. Oh God… Oh God, what had ever come over her that she had willingly given into this, without even so much as a struggle? Jamey… Nadine…? Was anything, or anyone, worth this horror? She must have lost her wits entirely. Oh… how lewd and debasing it all seemed now, with the pain that filled her loins, instead of the bliss of such a short time ago. She'd been hypnotized by the carnal enchantment… had completely lost all sense of morality, or reality… and now, was paying. Oh Cal… Cal… help me… help me!
The vicious hot pain of his cruel entry still tore fiercely at her insides; yet, his massive cudgel was presently moving in and out of her at a reasonable, not unbearable tempo… if only he didn't increase it, or change it in a sudden burst of lust. She flexed her cuntal muscles tightly together in an automatic attempt at resistance and was immediately sorry, for the sensual throb of her internal sinews seemed to incite him more, and abruptly, his great prick was reaming its way deeper and deeper into her unwanting vaginal passage. She felt the walls of her recoiling cunt clinging to it like a sleeve of vibrant warm liver… and then the hard rubbery tip pummeled her cervix, and helplessly, she clenched her teeth and endured it.
It fucked in and out of her in an established rhythm she forced herself to adjust to, the pain lessening slowly, while her cuntal walls stretched desperately in their attempt to receive it, until finally, she thought she could actually feel the tickling hairs of his huge balls as they slapped solidly into the crevice of her widespread ass when he surged into her, and subconsciously she began to run her tongue around her feverish lips. They returned then, those first sensations of passion… galvanic tingles of lewd desire coursing through her veins, arousing licentious little chills that began to creep along the base of her spine as she felt the even measured cadence of Max Bovino's great cock skewering wetly into her upturned loins.
Spontaneously, it seemed, her body began to twitch and writhe of its own volition beneath him, and she heard the small mewling noises escaping her lips, an incessant sound that hummed up into the moistness of his mouth as suddenly he kissed her, and once again she was thrusting her tongue into the sucking warm cavern of his face. Unconsciously, she drew back her legs slightly, her buttocks moving involuntarily against the slippery softness of the velour cushion beneath, and her cunt contracted as the delightfully lewd and lascivious inner sensations increased with his every stroke.
Max felt her urgent answering throbs around the length of his buried prick. Her smooth clasping cunt-flesh had begun a seizured opening and closing performance around the pulsating member. Her pleasurable mewling and purring sounds were suddenly filling the room, and her head lolled from side to side on the cushion while her hips had begun a slow rotation beneath his cock sunk deep in her soft, white belly. He clenched his teeth tightly together as he felt her incited nibbling crotch screwing itself up closer against his hair-covered loins. Shit… she was getting with it now!
Susan didn't try to understand the new wave of entrancement saturating her whole being. She was only aware that all pain had left her… had given way to a maddening electric-like tingle that began deep within her womb and spread relentlessly over the raw nerve-ends of her flesh. She was a mass of exquisite moisture between her thighs, and he was undulating and rotating her hips around his fleshy, impaling cock, feeling her cunt dilating and sucking in tempo to his rhythmic throbs. He had suddenly made himself immobile once more, resting still above her with hands placed on either side of her shoulders, and he was letting her quivering body pump up and down at will on the rigid column of hot moist flesh that fused them together.
Max moved a hand down between them to conjure the image in his mind of her moist, grasping cunt sliding up and down his thick shaft, picturing the thin pink ridges of coral-hued flesh pulling out and clinging to it as she screwed her soft buttocks down into the cushion, then the salacious pussy mouth between her legs absorbing the delicate folds back into her as it swallowed the slippery, glistening length of his prick on the slow tantalizing upstroke. He let her work and strain against him awhile longer as he continued to run his fingertips over her, listening to her whimpers of uncontrolled delight while she labored with utter abandon, her sweat-filmed face contorted in a half-smile of sheer ecstasy.
Fuck, she was all gone now… completely lost, Max gloated, feeling her naked body increase its hungry gyrations and up and down motions, faster and faster with the passing of each second, the urgency of her thrusts against him more pronounced, and his fingertips found her lust-bared teeth chewing at her swollen lower-lip as she strained uncontrollably toward orgasm. He sensed the secretions of her sucking cuntal channel beginning to flow and heard the wet, sluicing noises of the in and out sawing movements as she skewered her hungry vaginal passage greedily up his cock, drawing it deep inside her, her back raised high off the couch to arch her crotch tight up against him.
It was then that he reached back, grasping her ankles and levering them brutally up over her shoulders, causing her to cry out as he forced her into a painfully contorted ball of helpless flesh beneath him. He held her there securely, making the widespread slit between her legs completely open and vulnerable to his lust-filled cock.
Half mad, now, with desire, Max pulled his deeply buried shaft from her until only its tip penetrated the flushed, swollen lips… then, he plunged forward with every once of strength in him, ramming the full, aching length of it cruelly into her helplessly exposed vagina.
"Uuunnnnnnnggggggghhhhhh!" Susan groaned as it raced into her, and she heard and felt the wet smack of his pelvis battering against her tender unprotected genitals. His heavy body dropped down upon her brutally, crushing her full, taut breasts beneath her knees into her chest. His thick cock rampaged into her receptive cunt like a jack-hammer, pushing the unresisting moist folds of flesh again and again in rippling waves before its smooth, rubbery head.
Max began long hard strokes into her seething vaginal channel, and the quivering lubricated walls clasped around the fleshy hot rod hungrily, slithering up moistly to devour its length to the hilt. His sperm-bloated balls slapped into the dampness between her buttocks with a vengeance. She groaned loudly in relief at the complete filling of her stretched passage as he began a more powerful deep thrusting into her grinding cunt. Her head rolled wildly from side to side, her mouth gasping in abandoned ecstasy to the unbelievable delight lifting her into the very heavens above…
Suddenly, Susan realized that this was it! This was it! His cock, ever-expanding, gouging into her like a huge driving piston, was making the cords in her neck tighten in an unmistakable sign of exploding pleasure. She was… for the first time in her life… she was going to! And she could think of nothing but the enormous, agonizing sweet buildup inside her!
"Oh… oooohhhhh… God… Oh God! I-I am! I'm going to cum now! Oh, darling, I'm going to cummm! Yes… yes… dear God… I'm cumminggg! Fuck… fuck… fuck me hard… hard, darling! I-I'm cuuuummmmmiiiiinnngg!" Susan pleaded in a voice shrill with passion, her hands clawing out and behind his driving buttocks, pulling him in a near-demented frenzy deeper and deeper between her widespread legs.
Her delicious cuntwalls opened into a myriad of tiny wells, emitting a warm flood of gushing, honey-like secretions to bathe his insanely plunging cock, as might a hand filled with heated Vaseline. He rammed harder, faster, grunting loudly as he burrowed deep, deep into the hot liquid depths of her seething, spewing cunt, and the white honey seeped wetly out around his still battering prick, flowing down the crevice of her ass and coating his balls as they whacked rhythmically against her throbbing anus.
"Oh… oh… oh, darling!" Susan chanted, twisting and writhing delightfully beneath him, spurring him on to force her tortured legs farther and farther back over her head and fucking into her like a blind, mad-man. Her brain swam in a colorful kaleidoscope of ecstasy as she continued to grunt out her climax, the thick flow of her white nectar gushing in never ending little rivers down the full quivering cheeks of her pumping ass.
Then, she felt Max jerk, tense and curse, followed by the hot jets of his semen shooting deep up into the sanctuary of her receptive womb. Again, her head reeled, this time with depraved sensuality, as the hot, powerful squirts of his sperm splattered wildly into her, filling her almost to a delicious bursting point with its sticky whiteness, while the hot moist walls of her vagina clasped and unclasped desperately, milking at the jerking organ like a sucking, starving mouth.
For a moment, there was nothing but their breathing filling the room, then, Max released his grip on her legs, and Susan's limbs seemed to collapse limply on the couch, her soft and still trembling body suddenly drained of all life… but ecstatically so, she thought, reality beginning to creep back over her. She lay almost spread-eagle, feeling the heavy weight lifting from her and the cool rush of air sweep over her sweat-drenched body.
Max raised up and Susan saw his rapidly deflating penis then, and the first waves of shame engulfed her. She turned her head away as he swung his feet to the floor, picked up his robe and slipped it on to his powerful frame, while Sir Launcelot stood and brushed against his master as if to make his presence known.
"Well… I guess I hate to admit it," said Max, tying the belt around his middle, "but you're the best fuck I've ever had, little girl… the Goddamned best."
His vile statement confused Susan. That he, or any man, should, or could, ever say such a degrading thing to her both enraged and nauseated her… yet, she couldn't help the warped sensations of pride she felt from his lewd compliment. It was more than her own husband had ever paid her, just as the sexual-pleasure the coarse, blind-man had brought her was the only fulfillment she'd ever known, and try as she might, she knew she would never be able to forget it. Her loins still quivering with the delight his massive, lust-hardened member had kindled inside her.
Susan sighed heavily and swung about, sitting herself upright. Thank God he can't see my nakedness, she thought, watching him walk toward the small bar with Lonny's assistance.
"What'd you like? Bourbon, scotch, gin?" he asked pleasantly.
"Scotch with soda, please," she said, dressing as quickly as she could. God, her legs were like two pieces of spaghetti; he'd drained the life from her. Her brain spun and continued to do so; it was all like some far-fetched, salacious nightmare. She just couldn't believe it… that she had given herself… actually taken part in a sexual encounter with a strange man she'd seen only a few times in her life… and enjoyed it beyond all possible comprehension… Good God, what now?
"Come over here," he said, laying onto the little bar, facing her. "It's hard for me to carry drinks without spilling them."
She was dressed, except for fixing her hair and makeup. Sometimes, when he spoke, it touched her… as it did at that very moment.
"I'll be right there," she said, surprised at her own voice, her swimming brain still trying to decipher the difference between right and wrong. She went to the bar and slipped onto one of the four stools. He pressed her drink forward and she swallowed half of it needfully.
"I-I don't know what to say to you," he began finally, after drinking heavily from his own glass. "I-I ain't sorry… I want you to know that. I'd do it again… and will… maybe a Godamned million times. You… you better understand that, Susan, right from the beginning."
He went on and she watched his handsome face, hardly hearing him, his first words and the tone of his voice affecting her most, she supposed. But his claim to her was what frightened her, maybe, even angered her. It was as if she had no choice in the matter.
"And… and if I refuse to have anymore to do with you…?" she put to him.
Abruptly, he smashed his hand heavily down onto the bar. "Listen to me, bitch! I ought to kill you for what that yellow-backed husband of yours did to me! You and your kid both! Those were my plans… after I degraded both of you to the lowest degree I could think of… but I'll tell you true, baby… you just changed my mind over there on that couch. You moved me… understand? With all the broads I've had in my life… you come along and move me! So… don't over play your hand. You be good to me… and I'll be good to you. Don't ever see that fink, Halo, again. That's an order. You cross me… and I'll make you wish you never was born I."
Susan swallowed tightly. She gaped upward at his face that he held looking almost ceiling-ward in his blindness, the white tensile line around his thin, handsome lips sending a cold shudder down her back. Good God! She still had her Nadine and Jamey to think of.
"Do… do I have to dance in the casino?" she asked him, once more surprised at her own voice and the subjugated words that seemed to tumble from her lips.
"Yes. It's a test. But not like the other pigs. You'll wear some see-through clothes," he said matter-of-factly. "Something kind of… haremish, maybe. Anyway, come in tomorrow afternoon and we'll get you fitted out. You'll dance tomorrow night… Su Lyn, my China-doll."
Once more, Susan sighed heavily, then, drank from her glass. Good God, the world was turning upside down. She shook her head in disbelief, then said: "I'm already late. It's after six and I should've been in the dining room."
"Forget that shit. You go home and rest up tonight." He grinned. "I've got an idea you might be able to use it."
Susan couldn't help but smile back, and then his fingertips came to her face and danced over it like tiny spiders. She didn't move, and his smile broadened. He said: "I thought you might be taking it right. You… you enjoyed it, didn't you?"
She hesitated. "Y-Yes… very much."
"Y-You don't hate me?"
"No… I don't hate you… but don't ask me how I feel."
Max nodded, his head high, his fingers still brushing her lovely face.
"You come around two, tomorrow. The girls will show you the routine. Godamn… I like you, Susan. I'm… I'm going to sit here half the night and think about you… about it." He picked up his drink and emptied it. "You know," he went on, "when you're blind, you can't look into faces… into eyes… and it's hard to tell who your friends are. I've fought a tough game all my life… in a world where your best friend can carry your death warrant. I don't trust many people, baby… but I trust you."
Susan felt as if someone had wadded cotton into her throat. She tried to swallow, but couldn't. Tears were blearing her vision. Finally, she said: "Can I go somewhere and fix my hair?"
Max smiled. "Sure," he said. "There's a john off the other end of the room. But I won't be here when you get back. Just go out the same way you came in… and remember… you moved me, baby."
"I-I'll remember," Susan said.
He grinned, then said: "Kiss?"
He leaned over the bar and she kissed his lips as tenderly as she had ever kissed anyone, not really knowing why, unless it was the pleasure he had brought her and she still felt a pleasing, delightful tingling lightly within… yet, fully aware every conscious second that no matter how gentle he could become, or how much she wanted him physically, there was someone else. She had to think of Nadine… and there was Jamey… her Jamey… God, dear God, she loved him, didn't she?