Chapter 16

"What do you mean you don't feel good!" Phil Daniels howled over the phone. "Goddamn it, baby, I got a hard-on in my pants and I can't get rid of it!"

"I'm sorry, Phil," Margot apologized. "I-I just don't feel good. Maybe it's the flu or something."

"Christ, I hope not." He sounded disgusted.

"Oh, all right. I hope everything's better by tomorrow."

"I do, too," she sighed, then put the phone down. Shit, she hated to give Phil a line like that. More than anything in the world, she wished she could ball him tonight. He was one piece of ass she loved to have lying between her legs, panting and fucking away.

"What did he say?" laughed Gregg Connelly, dragging on a cigarette and lying next to her on the bed. He was in his undershorts, while she had nothing on.

"What's it to you, you bastard?" she scoffed, not wnating to look at him. "I wish to hell you'd drop dead."

"I will ... eventually," he grinned. "In the meantime, you're making me hornier than a son-of-a-bitch."

"It's a pity, isn't it?" she sneered.

"Come here, baby," he said, reaching for her. "I'm hard. Fix it for me...."

Margot went to him obediently, although she'd rather spit in his face. For a week now, he'd had her right where he wanted her: beneath him. Every time she complained, he kept reminding her that he knew about Harold, and what she used to be. Goddamn prick! she griped. If she didn't spread her legs for him, he'd start talking to Mark Spaulding and really get her in hot water.

"Wait a minute," she cried. "Let me shove some K-Y up my snatch. You hurt me last time."

"There's no time for that," he groaned, pressing her against him. "I got to put my dick into you now."

He was groping for his stiff joint, pushing it towards her pussy. It was an artificial cunt, but he still wanted it. He didn't seem to care whether she was a transsexual or not, he still wanted to fuck her.

"No...." She tried holding him back, struggling with the hand holding his dong. "It hurts. You're too thick and you make my box sore."

"It's gonna be okay, baby," he groaned in her ear and jabbed her with the tip of his cock. He was too strong for her to resist. "Uhh...."

"Oh, no!" She gritted her teeth hard, feeling his fat whang shove into her slot. "Don't! Christ, you're killing me! Damn you, bastard!"

He rammed his rod in hard, plowing through that hairy little slot and squeezing his thick boner into her cunt. She could only have so much dick inside of her pussy, and that was all, but Gregg didn't care. He kept pumping his peter into her cooze.

"I love it nice and dry like this," Gregg crooned. "Tight ... the way it should be. Ohh, Jesus, you're some bitch, Margot. I feel like you're sucking off my whang with that fake cunt of yours. It just grabs it up and sucks it dry...."

"Easy ... easy...." she mumbled, spreading her legs wider. "Take it ... Christ, it's plugging up my whole twat ... uggh ... bastard...."

"You need a nice, long fuck. Best hump I've ever had."

Margot could feel his pecker stuck deep into her box. The sides of his pud rubbed hard against her dry snatch. Goddamn Gregg and his fat chunk of meat....

"This prick will take care of you good," he mumbled. "Calm down, honey. My dick will calm you down."

"Jesus!" she gasped. "Ohh!"

"Push that little pussy of yours up to my cock," he grunted. "Slam it up there! Come on, yeah ... ahh ... good, baby. That feels real good ... Harder!"

She dug her heels into the bed and raised her crotch upward. He rammed his plump slab into her cunt roughly, attacking her with all the strengtlvhe had. He balled her until she felt sore inside.

"Little cunt," he murmured. "Needs a nice fat cock to keep it warm. A nice stiff joint stuck into her belly ... bitch...."

"Hurry," she panted. "Hurry!"

"Make me cum, slut," he moaned. "Make me blow my wad into your beaver. Jesus, can't hold back! Gonna dump a big load into her hairy cunt!"

"Cum in me," she whimpered.

"Bitch ... ahh...." He squeezed her tits hard and Margot could feel him releasing a syrupy, juicy load into her cunt. His dick throbbed as it spat jism into her hole. He grunted and panted, emptying himself into her slot.

"You're flooding me!" she cried.

"Cunt ... bitch," he moaned.

He rolled off her, breathing heavily. His prick was stiff, even after he screwed her.

"Wait a minute," he gasped. "I'll be ready for round number two in a second."

"No more," she whined. "It hurts...."

"You'll do as I say, bitch," he growled. "Or you're washed up. I'll tell that son-of-a-bitch Phil all about Harold."

She bit down on her lip, then angrily contained herself. "Do you want a blow-job?"