Jack came in while Fawn was still sprawled on the bed. The softness of the bedspread made her feel lazy, cozy, even safe and secure.
"Well, did the old coot leave the money with you?" asked Jack.
"Huh? No. I thought you'd gotten it."
"Damn son of a bitch!" Jack exclaimed. "He ripped us off. And there's not a Goddamn thing we can do. He'd can me in a second if I tried to put the bite on him. And you, well, there's no telling what he would do to you if I got him pissed."s "You mean he didn't give you one red cent?"
"No."
"Shit," was all Fawn could say. She lay back, staring up at the ceiling. It had been fun, but half the fun came in knowing she was doing something that would gain her the money for the car.
"I'll make it up to you, darling. Really I will."
"How?"
"Well, I can think of a couple ways. I mean, you're all stripped for action right now."
"So get into action, man!" she told him.
He crawled beside her on the bed. Their mouths touched, then crushed together. The kiss was long and satisfying.
Almost as satisfying as what he was doing with his hands.
One hand gripped firmly around her tit and began rotating it in larger and larger circles. She was gasping for air by the time he threatened to yank the mound of titflesh from her chest.
He managed to keep the turgid nipple captive between his thumb and forefinger the entire time.
His other hand found the pool of drying jism on her belly and smeared it around. As it caked, it made her skin pucker. The whole scene should have repelled her.
It didn't. She wanted more.
"Please, Jack, ohhh, yes, fuck me now! I want your cock so bad I can taste it!"
"Do you want it in your cunt or mouth? I can't tell from the way you're talking."
"It doesn't matter!"
Then she was robbed of further speech. His exploring hand pressed into the smoothness that was her pussy mound and probed lower. A finger jabbed out into her sex gash. Instantly coated with her inner juices, the finger began wiggling to and fro.
"Ummm, ungh, ohhh!"
"Like it, don't you?" he asked. "You'll do anything for me, won't you? How much do you love me?"
"I… I'd do anything for you, darling. Anything at all!"
"Just in return for me stuffing my prick in here, huh?" He worked his finger against one of her labia. Making sure he was stimulating it, he then jabbed out and into her twat.
His finger was suddenly surrounded by hot, clinging flesh. The moistness of her pussy lips didn't even begin to hint at the humid interior. His entire hand was covered with her cunt juices. She was frothy and ready to receive something more than a cock.
"Want a cock or a tongue up there?" he asked.
"Ummm, oh, it doesn't matter. Why not taste me? Eat me out good!"
"Never could turn down the wishes of a lovely young girl." He dived down, his tongue racing along the smooth skin. He worked his way across her cunt mound, the stubble prickly against his tongue.
Then he went a few inches lower and drew her clit in between his lips. Sucking, he drew the meek little organ erect and began working on it with his tongue.
He pulled it from the sheath of protective flesh until it was slippery against his lips. Sucking, he held it prisoner. Then he began giving it the tongue lashing it surely deserved.
His tongue drove the girl wild.
Her hips thrashed and bucked on the bed. He followed her every movement, his tongue never leaving the tip of her most sensitive flesh. The clit wasn't going to be allowed to escape, not while he was on the job.
His tongue swirled around and looped around the very base of the tiny spire. With slow, deliberate strokes, he worked his way to the very tip. This was the most delicate portion of her body. The lightest touch was enough to give her the release of orgasm.
"Aieeee!"
Her crotch jammed hard against his mouth as she came. His tongue was relentless. He never stopped licking and sucking on her clit the entire time while she was rocking through her climax. As her body relaxed and she collapsed back to the bed, he explored still lower along her sex gash.
"Shove your tongue up me! Tongue-fuck me good!" she pleaded.
He needed no urging. Tasting her oily, salty, slightly acrid fuck juices was enough to guarantee he'd keep going.
He lapped his tongue all along the edges of her pussy lips. The puckered flesh seemed to quiver under his tongue. His rough, wet tongue communicated to the girl how much he desired her, how attractive he found her.
Hands gripping her asscheeks, he lifted. As her ass left the bed, his tongue surged out and into her pussy. He felt the hotness of her cunt all around his oral organ.
Then he began giving the girl her wish. He tongue-fucked her to the best of his ability. Back and forth, he drove his tongue into every single niche he could find. The soft, velvety folds of her pussy were stroked lovingly. When the dewy drops of her cunt juice coated his tongue, he worked a new area.
All around the rim of her gash was fair territory. The sensitive pussy lips were actually quivering with excited blood pounding into them when he dipped back into the well of her twat.
"Keep going! I… I feel all tensed up inside. Cut me loose. Use your tongue and set me loose!"
He managed to unleash the beast of sexual desire chained within her body. Frantically now, his tongue shot back and forth until he was imitating a cock fucking her cunt.
She came.
She came a second time when he moved out of her twat and sucked hard on her clit. The girl was a powder keg of desire. The merest touch of his tongue was enough to ignite the seething fires of orgasm inside her young body.
"I… I can't take much more! You're wearing me out!"
"What I like to hear! You're gonna get the full course of mouth love, darling before I'm done, though. You'll really be worn out then!"
He sucked one of her sex lips into his mouth and gently nibbled on it. This tensed her body and she clamped her satiny thighs firmly on either side of his head. For a moment he was completely deaf and blind.
He could think of worse places to be trapped – a lot.
As long as his tongue was able to move, he was content. The salty female fluids dribbling from her cunt weren't flowing fast enough for him. He puckered up his mouth, clamped firmly on her sex lips and sucked.
Hard.
She screamed as she came again. He was lighting a string of firecrackers and all of them were going off in sequence. Her body housed those potent little firecrackers. And his tongue was the match. No matter what he did to her cunt, she'd come. Over and over and over, she'd come.
He kept her strung out sexually until her body was totally wrung out of all emotion.
"How was it, darling?" he asked her.
"Oh, Jack. It was super! I love you so!"
"And I love you. It just makes me sad I can't get you that car. Not right away. And you know how money sort of flows away these days. I just wish there was some way to get that fifty bucks for the car." He looked up at her, her face framed by the twin peaks of her boobs.
She heaved a big sigh. "I guess I can always find another customer. Damn that Mr. Grimes. I never pegged him for a chiseler."
"Never can tell about these people. But look, if you're serious, I can find someone willing to pay good money to, uh, enjoy such a fine, lovely young girl as yourself."
She snorted. Fawn no longer thought of herself as a young girl. She was a woman, a lady about town who knew the score. If only Jack would acknowledge the fact, things might be less strained all the time.
Still, she loved the man. And he was doing things for her. No one else ever had. He was arranging for the car her parents refused her. That showed who really cared for her.
"Get your men up here and I'll try to make sure they pay this time," she said, somewhat dejectedly. The idea of hooking wasn't that much to her liking, even if the money was attractive.
What else could a fifteen-year-old girl do to earn a couple hundred dollars in less than an hour? And that had been the actual amount Red and Fred paid. Jack had believed they were going to pay more.
"You mean it, darling?"
"Yes, Jack. Bring 'em on."
They were almost more than she'd bargained for.
"Now you stay dressed up like that unless they say something different. Okay?" Jack said.
"No, damnit, it's not okay. I don't like dressing up like a little girl. This flowery dress sucks. And the white stockings and these little white patent leather shoes disgust me. I'd rather have my platform shoes back."
"It doesn't go with the Little Bo-Peep outfit. Just shut up and do what you're told."
"Look, Jack…"
"Shush. They're here."
Fawn quieted down although she didn't care one iota for this ridiculous outfit. Still, if it got the money Jack needed, it might be worth it.
It damn well better be, she thought.
The teenager did a double take when she saw the two coming in the door. She didn't believe what she saw. The man was like a Greek God. He was so beautifully muscled she simply didn't believe he could be for real. He was something out of a dream.
But it was the woman who caught and held her attention. The woman was dressed in the most bizarre outfit the young girl had ever seen. Wearing a high black corset that pushed her tits cruelly upward and together, the woman virtually pranced around the room. Fawn didn't understand how she could even balance on the high-spiked heels on her boots, boots which came up to mid-thigh.
The soft black leather of those boots made Fawn want to reach out and touch them. They looked like fine gloves from the tight fit. Underneath, the woman had on black net stockings held up by a garter belt.
Flashing black against the milky white of her crotch was the woman's bush. For a second, it took Fawn's most intense concentration to understand the woman's crotch was naked. In spite of all the leather and trappings, her cunt was exposed.
The girl looked back at the man for an explanation. He was tall, heavy with muscles. The blond crewcut made him look like an Army recruiting poster model.
"You," the woman snapped, pointing at the girl with a black-gloved finger, "on the bed."
"Now look here, lady. I…" and the teenager was slapped across the face. The force of the blow sent her reeling toward the bed. As the edge of the bed hit the backs of her legs, she simply sat down, stunned.
She didn't understand what was happening. It shouldn't be like this, she thought.
"Good. Now, Adonis, strip for the little girl. She wants to see your big biceps. Strip, damn you!" she shrieked. "Now!"
A whip magically appeared in the woman's hand. The long lash snaked across the room and landed flush on the man's back. He flinched but said nothing.
He began stripping off his shirt.
The girl licked her lips in anticipation. The man was another Mr. World. He had muscles in places most men didn't even have places. And Fawn was obviously expecting to let him fuck her.
She'd do that for free!
But she didn't understand why he let the woman humiliate him like she did. A man so powerfully built could tear the woman limb for limb. To actually allow her to whip him, that was something the teenager just couldn't fathom.
"You. Little girl. Take this. Oil his body!"
Fawn caught the tiny vial of oil. She looked at the towering mountain of muscle rippling in front of her. Just running her hands over his body would be super!
Apparently she didn't move fast enough for the black-clad woman. The light touch of the whip spurred her on. The top was yanked off the bottle and a generous portion of the oil puddled in her hand. She began applying it to the man's chest.
"Is your name really Adonis?" she asked, only to have the whip land bitingly on her back. She flinched and moaned in pain.
"No talking. Just do as you're told."
"Christ," she muttered under her breath. "What a bitch!"
"Be quiet," the man told her quietly. "She means business."
The girl could see that. She continued with the pleasurable task of oiling the man's skin. The smooth flow of muscles under her fingers made her hotter and hotter. Soon, she was thinking how nice it would be to actually feel his cock splitting her apart.
"Take his pants off and oil the rest of his body," came the cold command from the whip-carrying woman.
The girl hastily obeyed. This was getting better and better. She was a little surprised to see the man's cock was still limp. Lightly touching it got her a painful cut from the whip across her arm.
"Don't touch him there. Oil everything else!"
The job went swiftly. The man's ass was tight and well-muscled. The teenager thought he must lift weights all day long to be in such fine shape. But in spite of her little tweaks and gentle probing up his ass, his cock was still flaccid.
"Back, little girl. He must be punished for his evil thoughts."
"What!"
"Silence!" the woman bellowed. Turning to the naked man, she said, "Tell us all about your evil thoughts. NOW!"
She began beating him with the whip. Whistling through the air, the whip seemed to fill the room. Nasty blow after blow landed on his chest and back and arms.
To the girl's surprise, he was slowly getting a hard-on. She watched in amazement as his cock rose.
"Tell us, damn you, you mindless prick!"
"I like little girls. I love the hysterical way they cry out when I approach them. As soon as I'm hard, I like to use them. I fuck them. Little girls like her!"
"Show me. Show me what you do to little girls like her!" goaded the woman dressed in black leather. The whip cracked again and lashed across the blond man's shoulders.
He didn't seem to notice. His attention was fastened only on the now terrified teenager.
"Look, I don't know what your game is but…"
She leaped out of his way. The well-oiled man made a grab for her, his fingers almost tangled in her auburn hair. It became a game of hide-and-seek. But as long as she was in the small bedroom, the girl knew she didn't have a chance.
The black clad woman spurred on her man with continual lashings from her long whip. All the while she was gloating, "Get the little girl! Show me what you do to them!"
Finally, the man caught her. Fawn struggled and tried to get away. For a brief second, she thought she might make it. The man's hands were as oily as his body. But his grip was stronger than she'd thought possible.
"Show me what you do to little girls!" repeated the woman.
He lifted the girl up and dumped her on the bed. In rapt fascination, the teenager saw his cock slowly stiffening into a fully usable fucking tool. In spite of herself, she wondered how good he was.
She knew she'd find out very soon.
He yanked her skirt up around her waist and quickly ripped off her cotton panties to reveal her shaved snatch. A sharp intake of air told the girl he was really getting hot at the sight of her naked pussy.
"Wh-what are you going to do?" she demanded. "T-tell me!"
"I'm gonna fuck you, little one," he said in a monotone voice worse than if he'd shouted. The man seemed more like a machine. Only the black-garbed woman showed any animation at all. She danced around chuckling and using her whip liberally on the man's bare shoulders. Red welts had formed but he didn't seem to care. He was too intent on touching the shaved pussy spread open before him on the bed.
"Fuck you, little girl. I'm gonna fuck you good with my big cock!"
Powerful hands slipped under her buttocks and lifted her off the bed. With a powerful forward motion, he shoved his hips close to hers. His cock bent like a rubber wand. He was losing his erection.
The auburn-haired girl reached down and gripped his prick. To her amazement, it was only about half-erect. The man was this close to screwing her and he'd lost his boner!
Then the woman began a rain of blows on the man's back which would have killed a lesser man. Under her fingers, Fawn felt the man's cock stiffening. With the suddenness of lightning in the twilight, he lunged forward. His now erect cock penetrated her hairless pussy.
She gasped and fell back onto the bed. His cock was entirely inside her twat now. The prick was throbbing. She wondered if he'd be able to carry out his intention of really fucking her.
The way she felt now, it didn't much matter. She just wanted this to be over with soon.
Under the woman's urgings with the whip, he began fucking her. The girl felt his big cock move sluggishly at first, then it seemed to understand where it was, what it was supposed to do. He really fucked her good then.
She moaned as the friction along her pussy walls mounted. His cock was a real fucking machine. It moved with utter precision along her greased slot.
All the while, the woman was whipping him. The song of the whip zinging through the air and then smashing into naked flesh made Fawn cringe.
It wasn't her back being turned into hamburger, but she could sympathize with the man's pain.
Yet, she knew the man fucking her was actually enjoying it. He needed the humiliation to even get a hard-on. And once he got it up, he couldn't keep it rigid very long without continual urgings.
"Go on, fuck me good!" she moaned as she finally abandoned herself to this bizarre scene. All that mattered to her was pleasure. She wanted to get it over with, but if she could get a little pussy-pleasing along the way, well and good.
"Yeah, like to fuck little girls," the blond giant muttered.
His hips drove forward like the piston of an engine. The heat of passage mounted. She was becoming all warm and tingly inside from his cock. Her hands slipped over his huge arms. The oil let her fingers glide like machine bearings, frictionless and free.
Her breathing became tortured as her passions mounted. She was vaguely aware of the black clad woman putting a rope around her waist, tying her to the mountain of a man fucking her with such regular strokes.
Then she found herself rolling over and over. The man was writhing, twisting, turning in every possible direction. The rope tying them together prevented her from escaping.
"Stop, ohh, God, stop this!" Fawn screamed.
Neither the man fucking her or the woman administering the whipping had the slightest intention of doing any such thing. The man's cock, if anything, had grown even harder.
The girl dimly realized it was only partially due to her tight, hot cunt. The whip and the woman in black probably had a lot more to do with that erection than she ever would.
"Quiet, you little cunt!" the woman roared. The whip accentuated her commands.
Fawn shut up. She continued writhing around on the bed with the slippery man. If it hadn't been for the rope loosely tying them together, she was certain they would have slipped apart long before.
He grunted and she felt his cock dance wildly in her twat. She squeezed down with her stomach muscles. She felt his prick growing in size. This was a sure sign that he was going to come at any instant. She concentrated on getting his rocks off as fast as she could.
"I… I'm coming!" he said in an almost entirely emotionless voice.
The woman in leather began beating him with a nine-tailed whip. Each tip was split and made a hideous noise as it impacted.
But he lost the machine-like precision in his fucking. His hips went berserk. He started fucking like a real man. The girl happily took him all the way up her cunt. She could feel his balls wetly slapping against her upturned ass and then he came.
Just like any other man, he screamed loudly and began to jam his prick into her, trying to split her apart all the way to the chin.
In spite of the whip still cutting the air, the girl abandoned herself to the pleasure mounting in her body.
"Ride me, ride me hard!" she sobbed out. The man's cock was like a stick of dynamite up her twat. When it exploded, so did she.
Then it was all over.
The girl opened her eyes and looked across the room. The woman in the strange black outfit was pulling the butt end of a whip from her own juicy cunt. She'd been masturbating while beating the blond man.
Fawn didn't understand any of this. And she wasn't about to say a word, either.
The pair quickly dressed, the man wincing at the pain when he put his shirt on, then left without speaking.
Fawn rubbed her oily hands on the bedspread wondering if this had been worth it. For Jack, had it been worth it? She worked it over in her mind and finally decided it had been.
For Jack, anything!