Chapter 10
There were stars in my eyes and sexy quivers all through my buttocks as Vic Vellick whipped out a contract. His pudgy figure came around the desk, and standing next to me he shoved a pen in my hand and showed me the dotted line. There was a glint in his beady dark eyes and a big bulge in his crotch that should have warned me, but sometimes I catch on slow.
"You're on your way to a wonderful career, Dee Dee. You'll never regret signing up with Chromo" he grinned.
I was beginning to wonder about that as I felt his rather large hand begin to pat my ass-cheeks while I bent over to sign. He must have liked what he found because he began to knead my buttocks. He brought his other hand down to join the fun, cupping both my round buttock cheeks right through my skirt. I let him keep feeling my ass for a while, then he tried to shove his index finger up my asshole, right through my skirt and made me jump about a foot.
All the same, I wasn't about to object. Even less so when he tugged open the zipper on my skirt, and shoved it, slowly, down over my behind until it crumpled to the floor. And I didn't object at all when he began panting with a real stifferoo of a hardon when he realized that I don't believe in wearing panties any more than I believe in wearing a bra, and that I was now totally naked and totally exposed to his sliding, gliding fingers and his sliding, gliding, tongue.
I just stood there, kind of shivering all over with pussy pleasure while he slid his fingers over my body -now squeezing and fondling my titties, now patting and caressing my belly-button and bush, now kneading and kissing my ass, now stroking and nuzzling my pink wet cunny and clitoris.
I simply stood there, preening and arching and stretching the naked, fully packed goodies of my body while his hands and fingers and lips and tongue moved up and down my cunt lips.
Then he hurriedly and excitedly pulled off his own clothes. And I stopped feeling detached and mildly turned on -and began to pant and drool with excitement. Because while Victor might look chubby and a bit silly with his clothes on, with his clothes off he looked like a bull. A young bull. A young, lusty bull.
By-which I mean he was barrel-chested and husky, sturdy and big and masculine in all the right places. Especially the right place . And if you've ever seen a real bull ready to jump a cow, you know exactly what I mean by the right place "Victor!" I gasped. "I never dreamed that Victor! Is that horribly enormous, bustily big cock for real? And those balls too?"
Victor didn't say anything. He just kept squeezing and kneading my nipples, nuzzling my already erect and hard clitoris.
So I reached out my hand, both hands, to see if it was true. And after my hands had closed over
Victor's crotch I realized it was all too wonderfully true.
Yes, I reflected, as my hands slid up and down his huge prick Victor really was built like a bull. What would he do to me, I wondered blissfully, with a cock as magnificently big as that? A man as big and powerful and -well, thick -as he was might just about tear me apart. The foreskin on his cockhead had enough flesh on it for an ordinary man's pecker.
"Tear me' apart!" I gasped. "Victor, tear me apart! Tear apart the palpitatingly soft, pink depths of my very cunt! Tear, Victor, tear!"
"I might hurt you, baby," he gasped, sliding his fingers down to cup and squeeze my ass-cheeks until it hurt -but giving my asshole a wonderful glow of pleasure.
"Hurt me," I pleaded. "Hurt me, Victor! Hurt my twat I want you to hurt it! Be rough! Be brutal. Be -be a man, a real man, Victor!"
Victor didn't reply. He just dug his fingers deep into the quivering flesh of my ass, and then slid them roughly up my trembling naked body to grasp and squeeze my tits. Tighter and tighter he squeezed my breasts, tighter and ever tighter until a crazy corner of my mind thought, if my knockers had corks for nipples, my corks would have popped long ago. Which they didn't, of course, since they didn't have corks. My bubbies simply throbbed and pulsed with desire, throbbed and pulsed and ached to feel the touch of a masculine hand, a masculine tongue And then his lips clamped over the throbbing, incredibly sensitive and erect scarlet candle of lust that was my left jutting nipple, and I shrieked aloud with ecstasy as first his lips and then his teeth clamped masterfully over the throbbing awareness of my out-thrust tit-point at the same moment as his fingers clof.d over the quivering, blood-red finger of desire that topped my right breast -and I knew he had me going then.
I knew that, Whatever I might think or try to do, even if I should be told that to yield to him would kill me, that I would die in seconds if I couldn't push him away -even if I knew that, I would be powerless to refuse him my juicy cunt.
He had me locked in an inescapable trap of lust, a vise of evertightening, ever-increasing sexual craving. With just his lips and fingers closed over my throbbing breasts, he held me powerless. I was his, to do with as he wished. To ravish, demolish, split asunder with that brute cock of his.
And I wanted my cunt to be raped by it. I wanted him to demolish me, to fling me to the floor and split my soft, hot twat asunder with the mighty efforts of his bull-like pecker.
And in a sudden, crazy, insane, irrational flash of elemental a v^reness I all at once realized why pagan virgins had offered their pussies so willingly to the long, deep devouring passion of a pagan high priest because it hadn't been just a knife of steel before which those pagan maidens had sprawled in wide-cunted surrender, but the prick-powers of their would-be raper.
And to die transfixed and skewered by such a mighty devastating penis would be a glorious, incredibly delightful way to go.
"Hurt me," I screamed, "Fling me down, hold me, hurt me, show me no mercy, kill me!"
And he flung me down, roughly, to the floor. I felt my ass slam with resilient violence against the hard carpeting. I felt myself go faint with complete surrender, knew that I was utterly helpless before his brutal, penetrating pecker -and I shrieked inside with eagerness to feel the hard, ruthless, merci less thrust of his thick, hard tool in my sheath.
And then it Came, the slamming, brutal battering ram of him, slamming like a subway train against the soft, quivering, expectant lips of my drooling hole. A giant male ramrod slamming against my drenched orifice, piercing deep in my very womb.
I screamed, partly from atavistic fear, partly from pleased surprise, but mostly from erotic delight as I felt the walls of my cunt inflamed through and through by a mighty, rushing rigidity of solidly masculine dong.
"Fuck me!" I shrieked, "fuck me off! Show me no mercy, hurt me, bruise me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" At least, I think I shrieked fuck me.
And he fucked me. Pulsingly, savagely, forcefully he screwed me, while his hands grasped my breasts as if they were balloons he wanted to burst, while his hands slid down the twisting, writhing length of my body to grab the quivering hemispheres of my ass and squeeze as my ass had never been squeezed before.
His lips found mine and clamped on them like a conqueror, while his tongue flashed with brutal, wonderful, lascivious male lust.
His hands, still buried in the quivering, yielding flesh of my ass, pulled my pulsating pussy toward his cock roots in savage tempo to the rhythm of his thrusts. Faster and faster and harder and harder he rammed into my cunny, while there within me a surging, rushing, undeniable tide of come flowed in wave after wave of ecstatic pleasure.
Harder and faster he pressed his prick, harder and faster until I felt my very vitals quiver and then twitch in response. Harder and faster and stronger, stronger than I'd ever known the cock of a man.
And then I could stand no more, my whole cunt seemed to be on fire, to be twisting and churning and rolling and bubbling in response to his reaming cock-head.
And all at once it was as if a million hand grenades had exploded right up my pussy and my whole body was detonating rhythmically in response to his savage, scalding, spurting sperm.
And I screamed and screamed and screamed, silently, as my foaming cunt bucked and responded to cock, as the yielding but surging inmost cuntfolds answered and completed the desires of his rocket-headed cock.
And then, in a golden, slow rocking, downward sliding, gently ebbing haze of total fulfillment -it ended as his limp dick slid out with plopping sound.
"Victor," I gasped, pulling legs together and gently squeezing his slippery, sperm-coated cock, "Victor, I like having you as my agent."
"Likewise," gasped Victor. Then he groaned.
"Why are you groaning, Victor?" I asked, gently squeezing the head of his dick again.
"Because," sighed Victor, "while I've sent eight hundred and forty-seven innocent young girls down the road to shame and degradation, for fun and profit, every now and then -rarely, I must admit -I feel a twinge of remorse. And right now I feel remorse twinging me. Because, in a sordid, unhealthy sort of way, I dig you, Dee Dee Summers."
"Silly man," I said, squeezing him again. "I want to travel down the road of shame and degradation. If it pays well.
"You only think that," sighed Victor, "because up until now you've never encountered a man like Jack Beauchamp. The man to whom, for profitable business reasons, I will shortly send you."
"Well, what's wrong with that?" I asked.
"Nothing," signed Victor. "Nothing at all." He stared at me suddenly with his round, slightly pro truding eyes. "Let me look at you the way you are now," he said. "I want to remember you this way no matter what -what happens later."
"Why, what gives with Jack Beauchamp?" I asked.
"Dee Dee, you're like a pure young girl now. Practically a virgin, compared to the way you'll change after Jack puts you through the paces. So I want to treasure this lovely moment of your innocence . . ."
I almost laughed out loud right in his face, but Vic was very serious, and quite concerned.
"Nothing any man has or does can really faze me," I told him glancing down at his magnificent male organ. "Especially after trying you on for size!"
And since he was being very sweet, I ducked down to his loins and surprised his relaxed prickhead with a nice virginal kiss. He was in pulsing stiffness seconds after my warm lips and flicking tongue bathed that uncircumsized dong-head with delight. I almost choked as he clutched my hair to urge me to a deeper, satisfying sucking. I did my best and suddenly Vic convulsed as if he'd been shot. His shaft twitched violently as another load of come spurted down my tonsils.
"Dee Dee doll, you're a fabulous operator. Wonderful, wonderful!" he groaned.
"You said a mouthful brother," thought I to myself.