"Well, Fawn, how did it go? With the two?" Jack asked from the doorway.
She propped herself up on one elbow and glared at him. "I didn't like it one bit."
"Why not? We got the money! I have it here!"
"That's nice," she pouted.
"Hey, that's not the girl I remember. What happened? They didn't hurt you, did they? I know they're a pair of strange ones, but they're into a mutual trip that seldom involves anyone else in the whips and chains."
"Chains? Oh my God!"
"Shouldn't have mentioned that, I guess. Vic and Kari just don't have the same sexual preferences most of us do. What they want to do is entirely their business, not mine."
"Look, Jack, you could have warned me. That was dreadful. I was just sort of going along for the ride and I didn't like where it was taking me. You should have warned me!"
"No, no, darling. That wouldn't have worked. They wanted a young girl, naive and all that. If I'd told you, it would have ruined your responses to them. As it was, they were very happy."
"Glad someone was. I think they're both sick!" Fawn cried, then buried her face in her arms on the bed and began crying.
Jack sat down beside her and said, "Look, honey, you're passing judgment on them. You shouldn't do that. No one has the right to say something's sick."
"He was letting her beat him! You don't call that sick?"
"No, I don't. Look at it this way. They were acting out their own little fantasy. This one happened to involve little girls, but you weren't hurt. Not intentionally, I'm sure. Vic needs this to have a normal sex life. As long as the two of them enjoy it, what's wrong with that?"
"I was involved, too!"
He ran his hand over her bare arm. Soothingly, he said, "Sure you were. But you weren't hurt. She didn't whip you like she did him."
"No? Then look, Mr. Wise-guy!" She rolled over and hiked up her skirt. A long red welt cut across her lily white ass.
Jack laughed. "That's all? I've put bigger welts on kid's bottoms by spanking them with my open hand. I think what you need is a little spanking to get this nonsense out of your head."
"Hey, now wait a Goddamn minute!"
"Cursing… bad. I'll have to punish you for that!" He made a grab for her just as she was slipping off the bed. She landed on the floor with a loud thump, but eluded him.
"You're not going to do any such thing to me, damn you!"
In spite of herself, she was beginning to enjoy this chasing around. It speeded up her heart and give her cheeks a rosy glow. She was breathing heavily when he finally caught her – when she finally let him catch her.
With all the oil on her hands, she could have slipped away from his grasp all night long. Fawn decided she wouldn't like that at all.
"Gotcha! And now I'm gonna turn you over my knee and show you what it means to be paddled!"
He upended her and dumped her across his knee. Her snowy white rear jutted up into the air, a tempting target for his hand. He raised it, then brought it slamming down into her tender flesh. A loud smack and she let out a cry of pain.
"You're pretending," he said. "It didn't hurt you that bad. I'm really gonna give it to you now!"
And he did.
His hand rose and fell repeatedly. He watched her all-white buttocks grow red from his paddling.
Then her entire ass turned a rosy pink. The girl was wiggling and cursing him all the while but he couldn't help noticing her cunt was beginning to turn juicy.
In spite of what she was saying, she was getting hot from his paddling of her bottom.
The fifteen-year-old would have been the last to admit she was getting off on this, but she was. The first blow had stung badly. The second wasn't quite as bad.
Then she started noticing little things which didn't hurt at all.
Her tits were pressed firmly into his leg. She could drag them back and forth with each stinging slap and send little tremors of joy into her chest. Soon, she was panting as much from this self-stimulation as anything else.
Working around a little, she found herself actually waiting for each blow to descend on her naked butt. The warmth pooled in her soft skin, then started spreading throughout her groin.
Before she knew it, her entire cunt was warm and waiting to be fucked. The pain was a convenient reference point for the pleasure she knew she was about to receive.
What greater pleasure could a chick want than a man's prick?
"Stop, stop it, damn you! Put me down!" She began writhing around enough so that the man couldn't easily hang onto her any longer. This got the message through to him.
He unceremoniously dumped her onto the bed. "Are you ready for me now or are you going to run again?"
"Ready for what?" she challenged, but her eyes told him the story.
She loved him, wanted him, desired him above all others.
"My prick, damnit!"
He pulled his zipper open and his cock shot out. It was stiff and ready to be buried up her cunt. Unlike the other guys he didn't have to be beaten to get it up. If anything, he had problems keeping it under control.
He rolled over and pinned the girl's body down to the bed. Snaking up her body, he forced his way between her tightly closed legs.
"Come on and open up, darling! My cock needs some hot twat."
"Fuck you!"
But she was smiling. His hands forced her legs apart. He didn't need to exert much force. Just enough to show her he meant business. That got them both hot and bothered. He wanted to fuck her more than ever before. She was a meal ticket for him – he could use her as his whore whenever he wanted.
But she was more than that right at that instant. She was a highly desirable fifteen-year-old girl whose cherry he'd popped.
Her legs curled around his waist and his cock was aimed directly into her cunt. He jerked forward and his cock shot up her well-oiled cunt. She had been wet and ready for him all the time!
He'd read her right!
"Go on, raise your legs. I want to feel your twat collapse all around me," he told her.
"What do you think I am, an acrobat?" But she obeyed. In the twinkling of an eye, the girl's legs were draped over the man's shoulders.
Bent double, the girl wasn't able to move around like she was used to doing. But it didn't matter. Her cunt was more fully exposed in this position than in any other.
And she found an added benefit. The man's cock dipped deeper into her cunt than in any other position she'd ever found.
"God, you're getting in so deep!" she exclaimed.
"And the angle's completely different," he gasped. He was beginning to break out in a sweat from exertion.
The lovely girl was sapping his strength faster than he would have thought possible. This was the best position to fuck the girl in.
As his cock drove down into her gaping twat, the girl sighed and tried to concentrate on how good it felt. The discomfort was really a minor thing. She was agile and able to twist in odd ways.
Her knees were pushed down hard on her tits. She wiggled a little and found she could stimulate her boobs with only a little movement. In fact, the motion of fucking was enough to cause the bed springs to bounce and do the job for her.
"I love this, darling, love ittttt!" she groaned.
He didn't answer. He was busy guiding his cock into her pussy again. The only way he could really fuck her the way he wanted was to assume a push-up position, his arms on either side of her body. By relaxing his arms and dipping down, his cock drilled straight up her cunt. When he stiffened his arms, he pulled back from the sexy sheath surrounding his prick.
The man actively fucked her for a few minutes, then had to rest. His cock was burning from the friction. No matter how much cunt juice dripped from her twat, he wasn't able to keep his cock from feeling as if he'd shoved it into a blast furnace. And tight! The girl's cunt was tighter than he remembered.
"How come you're able to hang onto my cock so hard now?"
"Practice, love, practice. I just tense my stomach muscles like this and, um, ohh, and that's it!" she said brightly.
"Uh, yeah. I see… I feel!"
And he did. She'd really trained herself to be a good lay. Fawn's sexuality had blossomed since she'd almost forced herself on him. Now it was he who was receiving the surprises. She learned fast. And she wanted to show him everything she learned.
He thought about keeping her around for a while longer. The girl would be all bent out of shape if she found out he was merely using her to pay off his gambling debts. But she'd never believe anyone telling her that he was using her as a whore, then taking the money and betting all of it.
She simply wouldn't believe he wasn't in love with her, that he had lied about buying a car for her.
A car!
That was the last thing in the world he needed. He had a lousy job that kept a little bread coming in. But his big thrills in life were women and betting, not necessarily in that order. He couldn't help betting. And, if she wanted to bankroll him, that was her lookout.
He wasn't forcing her to do anything against her will.
Just the opposite from the way it seemed to him. She was the one pursuing the life of a hooker. She was delivering far more to all the customers he found for her than any whore ever would dream of giving out.
That was her tough luck.
Him, he was content with having the money she was making to bet. That and having her around when he wanted a fuck.
There was no way of arguing with the fact she was a hot bitch. She could fuck with the best of them, now. And he was intent on wearing her out. He wanted to see how much cock she could take before begging off.
So far, there didn't seem to be any limit. He'd find it.
He'd fuck her until she begged him to stop.
"Ready for some more?" he asked. Her reply was a little smile and a firm squeeze of his prick. She was using her stomach muscles to good advantage again.
He released one of her legs. This allowed him to relax a little, to support part of his weight on the bed.
He was able to drive into her cunt with even harder strokes than before. Lacking the penetration of the other position, he had to replace it with something.
Every time he rammed hard into the girl, he gave his hips a little twist. Grinding his crotch into her naked one stimulated her clit. The little pea-sized pillar of flesh was already poking out, wanting all the stimulation he could give it.
The girl shuddered every time his hand moved on her leg. She thought her inner thighs were more sensitive than most chicks. He started at the knee and a tremor passed all the way up her leg and erupted in her cunt.
When he slowly stroked upwards toward the cunt he was so eagerly fucking, she came. Her entire body froze, then an ear-splitting shriek gushed from her lips.
"Damn, do you have to make it so loud?"
"I like it that way. Shows how, ummmmm, oh, shit, I love your hands doing that! Shows how much I love you! Ummm, yess, fuck me good this time!"
"I always fuck you good. This time's just going to be better!" he boasted to her.
She believed him. His hands stroked up and down her leg, sending cold shivers into her body. Her spanked ass was still steamy hot from the paddling. Just moving on the fur bedspread stimulated that. The pain had gone and all that remained was sheer pleasure.
The teenager let the joy wash through her body, threaten to drown her, then swam to the surface of her desires.
Looking down between her tits, Fawn saw his cock vanish between her pink sex lips. The angry red spike was moving forcefully in and out of her. Every thrust gave her a bit more internal pressure, sexual pressure that wasn't to be denied.
"Let meee, oh, yeah! Yeah! Let me on top!" She managed to get her legs around the man's middle. From here, it was only a matter of applying a little leverage. She pulled her legs under her and found herself sitting astride his cock.
Looking down, she could see her naked cunt impaled by his prick. The sight aroused her even more. She lifted her body upwards and, at the same time, tightened all her muscles. She was trying to hold that cock deep up her cunt while her body was moving in the opposite direction.
He groaned and shuddered once. She felt his cock begin to jerk and dance around in her twat. She didn't want to bring him off too fast. She wanted to get the most out of this fucking that she could. She'd turned into a sex-starved bitch. She wanted all the sexual stimulation she could get from a man's prick.
"God, you're pulling me apart!" he cried.
"Yeah, and the best is yet to come," she promised.
At the very top of her arc, she paused for a moment. Only the head of his cock remained inside her sex lips. She allowed the cunt juices to run down the entire length of his cock. The slow movement of the thick oils was sure to arouse him even more.
It did. He felt as if millions of little ants were running down his hard length.
Then she simply relaxed and let gravity work for her. The cock jammed hard into her cunt. She grunted but took it. The sudden feeling of being plugged to overflowing pleasured her immensely.
It almost caused the man to shoot his wad.
"Can't stand more. Just can't," he said over and over.
"Try. I want mooore!"
Her upward movement was faster than the first time. And her plunge downward crammed the cock into her cunt even farther. She added a little twisty turn to her descent. This sent waves of carnal delight into the man's balls. The impact of her shaved crotch with his seemed to make the feelings running rampant in his crotch even greater.
"God, oh, sweet Jesus, I can barely stand it!" he told her. "I can feel my balls churning and tumbling around. Make this a good one, damn you, make it damn good!"
"The best, darling, the fuckin' best I can!" she promised.
The effects of her fucking were getting to her. The entire area around her pussy was radiating heat now. The cock reaming her out was turning and drilling far up her seething cunt. Most of all, she was able to control the tempo of the fucking. She could pleasure herself. And she did.
She came like a machine gun firing. One climax right after another was her reward for this self-fucking.
When her cunt collapsed around his prick, it was enough to get him off. He felt the hot tide of his cum rising. The jism burned inch by slow inch along his cock as he tried to hold back, just a few seconds longer. Then it was beyond his control.
His cock shivered once and then spurted out his creamy white cum into her hungrily awaiting cunt. He filled her pussy with his sticky cum.
And then they were both puffing and panting from the exertion. But it was a good tiredness, a fatigue that left them both wanting more.
Fawn looked down at the cock which had fallen from her pussy. She said, "It looks like you're going to take a while getting it back up."
"Yeah," he sighed. "You did a good job melting my erection. Just like an icicle in the hot sun."
"Hot sun," another voice intruded, "hey, I like that. Maybe I can use it for your obit, Jack baby. He melted like an icicle in the hot sun. Got a ring to it. You should have been a poet instead of a lousy gambler."
Fawn looked over her shoulder and saw Ears Logan standing there. This time he wasn't alone. Two husky men stood behind him, arms crossed.
"Go on and get rid of him. I'll console his chick," Ears said.