Chapter 4
Deep, chest-heaving snores rattled from Jack's side of the bed early the next morning as Adrian lay dreamily half awake, feeling Jack's sticky male juices oozing sensuously between her luscious thighs. With his male seed still alive inside her womb, she should have felt one with him. She didn't . . . Wade Collins occupied her conscious thoughts. How could she contact him without Jack knowing?
Again her tormentor seemed to be reading her mind. The telephone jangled next to her on the bedside table and before it could ring twice, she clutched it in her delicate fist.
"Hello?" Intuitively, she knew who it was before the unctuous, mellifluous voice of Wade Collins purred in her ear.
"Mrs. Parmenter. How are you this morning?"
Adrian defended his attack with a sexy tone of voice that sounded casual and reckless. "Just fine." She paused, listening for Jack's next snore. "I would like to see you tonight.. . for old times sake."
The egotist in Wade couldn't be denied; his voice reflected his pleasure at her asking favors. "We can arrange that.. . I want my accountant to go over some papers with your husband tonight. Have him give me a call when he wakes up. Oh, and Adrian . . . your husband is a nice fellow . . . too bad."
The clack of the receiver hanging up awoke Jack who flipped over on his back, his bloodshot eyes blinking dizzily. "Who's that, honey. . . ? " he yawned.
"Wade Collins . . . "
"Holy shit! And you didn't wake me?" he blasted and sat up stiffly, the blood draining from his face. He threw off the covers and stood up weakly. "What the hell's he gonna think?"
'This again?" tutted Adrian, crossing her arms over her luscious breasts veiled in a pale green peignoir, and rolling her eyes. Something in her husband's namby-pamby attitude and childlike groveling after Wade Collins' approval disenchanted her. Jack was being so damned servile, bowing to Wade's every whim that her resentment grew to an irritation. Of course she couldn't expect Jack to see through Wade's narcissistic demands . . . but did he have to take it out on her? Dwelling on that thought, she realized that Jack always took care of number one and to hell with her needs. She existed only in relation to his business . . . no more important than a hostess or answering service. And he encouraged her to look her seductive best at all times. Like last New Years Eve when Jack stood by and made light of a client pawing her breasts in public. He hadn't protested one bit.
She took a long contemplative soak in the tub while Jack sat feeling sorry for himself, gulping down vitamins and black coffee to clear his brain for tonight's meeting with the accountant. He sat in bed fiddling with his pocket calculator and jotting down notes. Why couldn't he ask for her advice when his business involved her future, too?
By the time seven o'clock came, Jack stuffed the papers into his brief case, pecked her on the cheek and made a meekly overstated apology for leaving her alone. "Tomorrow we'll go out on the town so I can show these Arizona hicks what a beautiful woman is!"
"Goodbye, darling." Again, she sat alone waiting for fate to strike another blow. The telephone rang just as Jack closed the door behind him.
"Mr. Collins is waiting for you in valet parking," a messenger said.
"I'll be right there."
Adrian turned slowly in front of the mirror, examining her every mouthwatering curve, checking her profile. Was the dress tight enough, the neckline low enough to please Wade's carnal tastes? Her long straight raven hair shimmered with blue highlights and her pale green eyes glowed cattishly under long curly eyelashes. She stood sleek and slim as a female panther in her black jersey dress.
In the hotel lobby her perfumed sensuality caused a stir. Her walk, the way she held her head, the easy fluid motion of her hips, the ripple of her breasts under her wrap-around dress . . . all transformed into one lust-inciting motion that every man-from the bell boy to the eighty year old gentleman checking in coveted. Who was this gorgeous woman?
Wade's silver Rolls Royce limousine stood out above the rest and, as she stepped off the curve in her ankle strap shoes, a chauffeur, tall and big and black, opened a rear door and closed it for her. The new limousine smelled of rich animal leather.
Wade, dressed to the nines, his hair freshly clipped, his nails polished, sat suavely complacent, a man in control. She left a body-width between herself and his shadowed, lurking figure. Adrian cringed and tingled at the same time.
"We have something to discuss, Wade . . . "
"Yes . . . we do," he smirked.
The car's motor purred silently and Adrian noticed a second man sitting up front, sitting slumped in the passenger's seat smoking a cigarette. Chet was along.
"I've never liked talking in cars, my dear. We'll go to my new retreat. You'll like it.. . "
Wade nodded to the chauffeur and they pulled out onto the highway, heading south. A glass wall separated she and Wade from the driver and hatchet man.
"Why, Wade . . . why me?"
His craggy features hidden in the dark night shadows illuminated by glaring, passing headlights lurked at her like a wolfs hungry eyes in a dark forest. "You're looking good, Adrian . . . delectable." He hadn't touched her and already she could feel his hands raking over her body, cupping her breasts, squeezing her buttocks, sparking that unholy desire within her . . . that damnably sublimated desire.
She sucked in her breath, her breasts heaving with emotion. "What do you want?" She sounded every bit as frantic as she felt.
"You've put on a couple of pounds, Adrian," he tutted and shook his head tauntingly.
"Will you answer me . . . please?"
Wade sighed and studied her with a bored, pained expression. "I'll tell you when the time comes."
Adrian caught her breath; time had mercifully erased the memory of Wade's maddening incorrigible ways and how he could turn the simplest question into a biting insult. Be cautious, a little voice within her said. "Carmen told me about the party . . . I'll go if you'll lay off Jack."
"That's nice. You know what I expect of you?"
"Yes." God, how well she knew! Adrian's mouth went cotton dry. Obviously, communicating with Wade was like trying to talk to a brick wall; nothing could seep through his cemented defenses. "Then you agree to leave Jack out of this?"
Wade cocked an eyebrow and laughed acidly. "Don't tell me the little slut has turned into a Betty Crocker!"
Adrian glanced at his evilly grinning face and the pit of her stomach froze. "Don't make fun of me, Wade. I'm happy."
"Is that what you bothered to tell me . . . that you're happy?" he chortled, his mouth twisted perfidiously. He placed his clammy hand on her dimpled knee and Adrian's flesh crawled. "I don't approve of the way you left me, Adrian. I like my women to come and ask my permission." His voice dropped to that ominous level of rabidness. He was about to strike. She could smell expensive cologne as he leaned closer and whispered, "I like them to beg me . . . to plead and scream like hungry animals."
"Take me back to the hotel!"
"In fact, speaking of animals, there are a few in the front seat waiting for their nightly feeding. You're just in time to do them a favor, my dear." He threw back his head and bellowed psychotically.
"Wade . . . you're crazy . . . demented!"
His hand shot out and grabbed a handful of her hair, knotting it, twisting it, causing pain. "Don't ever call me crazy, bitch!" He shoved her against the car door. "Why? Because I do what other people want to do but can't because they don't have the balls? Because I enjoy life? I'd say insanity is when one can no longer cope with your human situation," he said, settling back comfortably. "Right now I'd say you're the one who's mentally deficient. Look at you, Adrian.. . you're a psychological mess!" He let out a cruel, hard laugh. "You need a release from tension, my dear."
Adrian wailed from the pit of her stomach. How many times had she heard those words before? She pleaded, reasoned, and cajoled and when that didn't work, she threatened. By the time the car rocked to a halt outside of a stucco hacienda, she was out of breath and shaking. They dragged her from the car, a screaming, thrashing female. Chet and Perry, the 'til chauffeur, slapped her around, then carried her into the house. They did her a favor . . . they didn't drag her off to the chair.
Four cruel hands dragged her down through the sunken living room, to the bar where she backed off into a corner, cringing like a cornered animal while the three leering men stood looking at her and grinning. "Touch me, you bastards and I'll call the cops on you! I don't care if you kill me, you cruel bastard . . . just leave me alone!"
Perry and Chet waited for instructions. Wade raised his eyebrows. "Hmmm . . . give the lady a drink."
Perry ambled over to the bar and came back with a drink in his black paw. Adrian accepted it, then snarled and hurled it at him; he ducked laughing, while the heavy bar glass crashed into a glass shelf, sending it to the floor in a clangor of broken glass.
Wade got to his knees, picking up the fragments of broken glass, a wan expression bordering on silent hysteria evident on his face. Lovingly, he caressed the remnant of a broken glass elephant, then raised his head at Adrian. "You've destroyed my zoo, Adrian. You've broken my animals!" His voice went high. "Boys . . . " he said slowly. "Give the lady a drink." His words hung in the air, buzzing in Adrian's ears. She knew what was coming.
"Scotch okay with you, lady?" Perry went to the bar.
Perry, grinning nefariously, advanced on Adrian. "Make it easy on yourself, lady." He seized her by the shoulders and pinned her in place with his brute force. Slipping his arm around her delicate neck, he slipped behind her, holding her in a bear hug. She could feel the beginning of a hearty erection as his pelvis pressed up against her soft buttocks. Slowly, using his arm, he eased her head back and Chet unscrewed the bottle and tried to pour the scotch down her throat.
Adrian fought, thrashing her head, whipping her blue-black hair in their faces and clamping her pouty mouth shut, but Chet forced her lips open and splashed scotch in her mouth. "Mmmmmphffffff . . . " She had to breathe to relieve her burning lungs . . .and she gave up. Immediately, Chet upended the bottle and the amber liquid burned a singeing path down her throat.
Minutes later, they were all sitting around idly staring at Adrian's slumped body on the couch, the nearly empty bottle of scotch cradled in her lap. Wade chortled at her drunkenness; he liked to see his women degraded like that. In a few minutes, he'd have Adrian back, groveling like a slut. Already Perry had taken off his coat and tie and was sitting anxiously on a chair, rolling marijuana cigarettes and chopping cocaine on a mirror. Chet was stripped down to boxer shorts, his muscular ex-boxer body gleaming in the dim light.
Perry lit a marijuana joint and sucked on it, getting it smoking well and offered it to Wade.
Wade waved it aside. "Get on with the show . . . I don't like that stuff."
The black chauffeur handed it to Adrian whose trembling ill-aimed hand reached out for it. "Take a good lungful and follow it up with a snort of this stuff." He handed her a mirror and a rolled up hundred dollar bill. Closing her eyes, Adrian took a deep drag, then put the rolled up bill to her nostril and sucked the white powder up her nose . . . something she'd done many nights at Wade's parties. Immediately, she felt a heady rush of energy.
She looked a mess. Her dress had opened nearly to the waist and her breasts were peeking out almost to the berry nipples. Perry reached one hand under the dress and caressed the nipple, snickering as it puckered to life. "Ah," he said, "That's it."
"Save some for me," called out Chet, reaching for the mirror and cocaine. "And I wasn't talkin' about the drugs, neither, Perry."
"Let's get on with it." Wade was growing impatient.
Adrian inhaled a second line of cocaine while Perry and Chet stripped off their clothes. "Damn, she's some bitch!" rasped Chet, reaching down to stroke his bloated penis.
"Nice enough for two," added Wade.
Their laughter made Adrian look up, her green eyes fogged and out of focus from the alcohol and drugs. Two naked men were standing in front of her, two huge muscled men. Her eyes traveled down over their bodies, down from their hairy chests, over the smoothly muscled vee of their loins to their erect penises jutting out from forests of pubic hair-one blonde, the other black as night.
She didn't resist when they pulled her to her feet, taking the bottle from her. She blinked, squinting her eyes, her brain a receptor of conflicting messages as they ripped off her dress leaving her standing in her brassiere, panties, stockings and high ankle strap shoes. Somebody . . . Perry, maybe? pulled off her brassiere and her lush melonous breasts leaped free in a quivering shimmer of naked, creamy flesh. In a feeble attempt at modesty, she tried to cover her naked, puckered nipples with her hands, but only made herself the more appealing. Chet, kneeling beside her, yanked her flimsy pink bikini panties off, tearing them to shreds. Adrian stood there naked in her stockings, garter belt and high heels.
"Let me see her!" Wade cried from his chair, sitting like a king on his throne, commanding his servants.
Unquestioningly, his servants obeyed: Chet and Perry each held a lithe arm as they stepped back to show off Adrian standing in the middle of the room with all her feminine loveliness naked to Wade's hungry stares. Slowly, they turned her in profile for Wade to see her swollen, milky breasts that quivered and jumped as she put up a token struggle. Beneath her naked breasts with their puffy nipples, her rib cage curved down into a tiny molded waist and her hips fanned out just far enough to support two smooth, tanned thighs. Her legs were extraordinarily long and lanky and, as the men slowly turned her around, Wade stared smugly at her long tan back that curved delicately down to meet two firm full ass cheeks that undulated for his pleasure as they turned her around. Hers was a body deserving of his pleasure dome chair!
Waiting for the cue from Wade, the two men stood at her sides, their rancid breath blasting her naked neck and she could hear their shallow, lustful breath. Wade nodded, and in a gust of strength, they forced her down to her knees between them. She tried to bury her head in her hands, but Chet brutally wrapped his gnarled knuckles around her long black hair and yanked her head up and back. A snarl curled his scarred lips and, jutting his blood fed penis at her, grunted: "Suck!"
Struggling was no use . . . she was their prisoner, their captive to abuse as they wished. Perhaps the alcohol and drugs would dull the pain. All she could think was: A cock is in my mouth.
Perry's nostrils flared, watching Chet take the initiative. He whipped her head around toward his loins and shoved his black uncircumcised cock in her face. "Suck," he ordered.
Cocks seemed to be everywhere . . . black ones, white ones. Relying on her instinct, her hands groped and she felt something hard and hot and throbbing in her tiny fist. It was big and hard and hot and promising! Closing her liquid eyes, she opened her mouth and her red velvety tongue licked and she tasted the first pre-cum dribble of Chefs cock in her mouth.
Wade sat on the edge of his seat, finger tips together, watching, leering. He ground his teeth as Adrian took the bodyguard's massive cock into her soft mouth. His lips twisted lecherously as he watched Perry find her free hand and guide it onto his own huge rod of flesh, forcing her fingers to squeeze it and stroke it and play the skin back so that the tip was naked and shiny.
Knowing that to defy Wade was close to fatal, Adrian pulled her lips from Chefs cock and, opening her mouth wide, wiggled her tongue over Perry's throbbing hardness. With a submissive sigh, she let it slide into her mouth, filling it up as she sucked away.
The bodyguard and chauffeur snickered lustfully and the black one began to pump his hips, sliding his penis in and out of her mouth while Adrian hung on and sucked to save her life.
With the booze and the marijuana and the cocaine she didn't know who she was or where she was . . . only a dim flicker of consciousness reminded her of the grim reality of her salacious task . . . and how what would happen to her if she didn't comply with Wade's perverted demands. Years had passed since she'd acted like a slut with Wade somewhere controlling everything from the sidelines. God, no, she couldn't allow herself to sink that dismal level again. "Nooooooo!" Her lips loosened from the penis fucking into her mouth and she fell to her knees, a veil of raven hair cascading from around her lovely nakedness.
"Bitch! Goddamned cunt! You will!" Wade jumped to his feet in a flash of movement, a bull whip in his hand. His upper lips curled sadistically as the leather strap crackled down on Adrian's bronze back, crisscrossing a red welt. "You bitch! You suck cock when I say suck cock!"
Adrian stiffened and sucked in her breath. Something frightening, yet alluring about being sexually humiliated this way sparked the lingering lust that untrapped her whorish nature. Down in the nest of her femininity she felt her cuntal lips swelling hard with desire and the walls of her cunt hot and itching and wet. "Noooooo!' She thrashed her head, her eyes stinging with scalding tears.
Anything but the whip. Compliantly, she opened one swollen eye painfully. There seemed to be cocks everywhere? How many? Whose? It didn't matter.
God help me, darling, but I'm doing this for you . . . she thought silently and spread her burgundy lacquered fingertips to crawl up and clutch the strong hairy thighs as her head was forced back, and Perry and Chet, black and blonde were standing side by side, bending over her, pumping their lust-bloated penises in their hands. In one painfully synchronized movement, they shoved their cocks into her tender mouth at once! Adrian choked and nearly gagged, but sucked obediently as she felt Wade behind her, prodding her anus with the bullwhip handle. Those hard hunks of flesh tortured her tonsils, shoving their way towards her esophagus.
Wade glowered at her submission . . . she was just another animal, perhaps more beautiful than the rest . . . but still an animal. He licked his lips, seeing her buttocks quiver, her head held back as she sucked on the two cocks at once. "Come on, bitch, suck! Suck for your life!" The bull whip handle found the brown button, of her anus and Wade gave it a vicious shove, boring the end a quarter inch into her tender nether ring. Adrian's spine snapped back and immediately she slipped her hands behind the men to caress and fondle their muscular buttocks.
They dragged her to her feet then and Perry put his hand over her seeping cunt and massaged it while Perry fondled her hard-tipped breasts, teasing and pinching them into diamond chips. An absent smile spread across the betrayed face as she closed her eyes and let her hips gyrate easily and lewdly, thrusting them forward so that Perry could stick his finger up into her cunt and stop some of the maddening tingling.
"Christ, the bitch is dripping wet!" he said in a thick voice.
"Fuck her!" Wade's voice was shrill.
Leaving her unsupported, they let her fall back on the couch like so much dead weight.. . a mindless mass of lustful flesh. She sprawled mindlessly on her back with her arms above her cascading raven veil of hair, her eyes closed, her mouth gaping open like a dying fish. Her breasts heaved deliciously, her hips gyrating into the leather cushions of the sofa where a growing puddle of female juices accumulated between her spread thighs. One leg dangled off the couch, opening her cuntal vee for all three men to see . . . six hungry eyes glared at the weeping wetness of her pink pussy, swollen and begging for sex.
Perry lunged at Adrian, ready for action.
"Wait!" Wade's tenor voice, reedy with excitement, cut through the air like a bullwhip. "Make the bitch beg for it." He gnashed his teeth, toying with the bull whip. "Do you want to be fucked, Adrian?"
Feeling her body immersed in a hot sticky sexuality, longing for a long thick cock to sink into her burning cunt and send her spiraling toward a delicious orgasm, thrashed her head back and forth and bent her knees, thrusting her vagina upward in offering, "Yesssss!" she hissed.
"Say it!" Wade snapped the whip inches above her head.
"Fuck me, fuck me, all of you fuck me!" The debasing thrill, the orgasmic debasement of hearing her own voice call out those filthy words made her more desperate.
Perry's black muscle-ripping body fell on top of her and Wade breathed faster as he saw them, black and white, together. The hulking chauffeur took her lovely form in his thick arms and put the head of his bloated black cock right at the slit of her cunt and ran it deliciously up and down the full, hair fringed length. Beneath him, Adrian moaned with delight and squirmed around on the couch, begging for more. "Fuck me!" she murmured. "Oh, God, fuck me!" Jack was tender and gentle in bed, but she didn't want that now. Only a viciously fucking cock could satisfy her now.
Perry went mad, ramming his cock home in her white shimmering cunt, filling it and splitting her legs wide as she cried out against the sudden shock and pain but kept pumping her hips, knowing she would soon crawl past the pain. Perry, his eyes bulging from his black face, fucked her with all his might, his semen-filled balls slapping against her wide-split buttocks as he lifted her up off the couch with each sucking withdrawal, then slammed down all his weight on her again, his cock sinking deep into her roiling hot cunt.
"Hey, Perry . . . save some pussy for me!" Chet called out as he knelt down on his knees beside the couch and jabbed his tongue between Adrian's laxly parted lips.
"Just makin' her cum is all I'm doin', " grunted Perry.
Impatiently, Chet wedged Adrian's limply held hand between his hands and stationed it so that her lips could pooch around his cock as the black chauffeur fucked in and out fast and brutally. Adrian closed her lips around Chefs blood-fed cock and felt Perry's storming into her cunt. She was on a long liquid ride-a kind of obscene slide-as her naked body ground and humped back at Perry's with each hard thrust. She sucked on Chefs mushroomed cock voraciously, taking it right down to the thick hairy base.
Her eyes rolled back in her head as she opened her mouth, arching her body upward, lifting Perry's two hundred and five pounds off the sagging couch with superhuman effort. The cords in her neck stood out like telephone cords as she let Chefs cock slip from her mouth and screamed, "Aaaaaeeeeiiiikkk!" Then she collapsed, quivering, panting as she felt her nerves dancing to the animalish fury of her orgasm.
She lay spent and half comatose, moaning as Perry slowly withdrew his purple-veined black cock and rolled off her and slumped to the floor, a thread of cum smearing across Adrian's naked thigh as he fell in a black heap of panting flesh.
Instantly, Chet was upon her, pouncing on her naked body like a cat on a mouse. His hands were all over her at once, pinching, teasing, squeezing, causing her delicious pain. "Damn, I want to fuck this bitch!"
Wade stood on the sidelines, stroking his own hard erection through the soft fabric of his Gucci pants. There was time . . . when you're Wade Collins time is always on your side. If it's not you destroy it or buy it.. .
In one flip, Chet flipped her over onto her stomach until she lay flat on her belly, crushing her breasts against the leather couch as his gnarled fingers ran over her smooth firm buttocks. Cupping his hands on the cheeks of her luscious ass, he slowly spread them apart to reveal the tiny tight brown button of her anus. Adrian, adrift on a limitless sea of bittersweet salacity, twitched as the tip of his bony finger flicked over the puckered little hole. A lazy lewdness blanketed her body, glowing like sun on a tanning body. The alcohol and drugs had worn down her defenses to an unconscious level of depravity and, with a bitter laugh, she admitted to herself that she wanted to feel hands caressing her body all over, touching every inch of her. And cocks, she wanted them, too . . . wanted to touch them with her fingers and taste them with her velvety pink tongue and feel the underside veins gushing with red blood as she sucked them, preparing them for the holy altar of her cunt. To think of Jack was senseless. He would hate her if he saw her groveling like this. Deep down inside, she hid a dark streak of exhibitionism that only Wade Collins could bring to light.. . and only because he forced her.
She lay murmuring nonsensical words, relaxing her body, spreading her legs until they hurt, allowing Chet a bigger playground in the nest of her anus. His rhythmically flicking finger lulled her into a daydream: She was on stage, in a theatre and she undressed for them, showing off her perfect body amidst a sea of wanton smiles. She danced and pivoted, tantalizing men cruelly with her beauty until they crawled on stage to fondle her. It felt so wonderful . . . all those hungry hands wanting her . . . massaging, fondling, caressing.
"Awwwwohhhh!" she cried, her face wincing in pain as Chet brought her back to consciousness as his finger bore down on the brown ring of her anus, pushing brutally.
"Aaaggghhh!" she screamed in wide-eyed agony as the tiny rubber ring guarding her rectum expanded in a red mist of pain and his bony middle finger plunged in to the first knuckle. Her anus tightened defensively around his finger as he wiggled and turned it, feeling out the soft buttery depths.
Adrian lay tense and frightened as she felt the finger probing deeper into her rectum, then opened one chartreuse eye to see Perry's huge body, lying on the floor watching her with liquidy jungle eyes, his penis big, black and bloated. Across the room sat Wade, watching, drooling from one corner of his taut lips, a glazed look in his eyes. Their eyes were on Chet with his knobby finger in her anus. The thought of these horny men watching her ravishment was enough to make the pain enjoyable. Being sodomized while somebody watched, sent a lascivious spark in Adrian's veins. Her hips started to roll again.
"By Jesus, look at that!" whistled Perry. "She likes it!"
Adrian closed her heavy lidded eye and spread her legs wider, luxuriating in the feel of the animal leather against her cunt and clitoris, red as a rose now, as Chet bore down again, sinking his finger deeper into her anus.
It hurt, but it hurt wonderfully. The cocaine gave her the strength to lift her split buttocks off the couch and get to her knees, spreading her legs in splits, her head still resting on the couch, her breasts spilling voluptuously downward, her hard nipples just grazing across the soft leather as she wriggled her buttocks and arched her back as Chet sawed in and out of her puckered anus.
Wade let out a throaty animal cry and unzipped his fly and held his throbbing cock in his hand inside his pants as he watched his ex-boxer bodyguard with his whole middle finger sunk in Adrian's anus. Chet got to his knees and waddled up close to Adrian's grinding buttocks, his cock clasped in his free hand.
Adrian delighted in the exquisite sensuality of the hard rubbery cock head being rubbed against the dripping slit of her cunt. She moaned in a throaty, lustful voice as his finger probed obscenely inside her anus. Her vagina lubricated with excitement and she shuddered, her body rippling deliciously as the head of his cock slipped with lubricated ease up and down against her pussy. Slowly, she felt her cuntal lips being spread wide; wider, then, as she gave an animal sound of satisfaction and his hot hard cock slipped home and held there while his finger wiggled in her anus. Slowly, her green eyes shut to the world, she pumped her hips back and forth in time to his grinding thrusts.
A kittenish mewl of delight purred from her lips as she opened one eye to see the chauffeur's cock swelling viciously, his dark eyes locked on the twosome on the couch. Languidly, Adrian's arm fell off the sofa and her slender fingers trailed up along his powerful thigh to his massive black penis which she choked with her fist, then stroked to a massive erection. Perry, wild with lust, rose to his knees and crouched over next to her head.
Adrian stuck out the tip of her velvety pink tongue and ran it over the thick mushroomed head of his cock, feeling his ebony body shiver with delight. Closing her eyes, she automatically opened her mouth and felt the hot-veined cock slip inside.
All three bodies began to flow and pump, hump and grind against each other in an obscene rhythm. A wave of shameless lust swept Adrian away in a sea of debauchery. Wade Collins was punishing her for running out on him and she deserved it. She was his captive and so it didn't matter what she did. . . she was saving herself and Jack, wasn't she?
Chet fucked and probed with his knobby finger and Perry, on his knees now, pumped his blood fed cock in and out of her tightly ovaled mouth, tiny dribbles of saliva and pre-cum drooling from the corners of her succulent mouth. She screwed her buttocks back and forth and felt still another orgasm mounting deep in her loins. She would cum and then collapse in an ecstatic catatonic state while the two men ravished her body.
"Now! Jump on that bitch! Both of you!" Wade cheered his men on from the sidelines, his voice shrill and piercing as he slumped back in his chair, his hand rummaging inside his pants.
Like two robots, the two men responded, pulling out their penises and tumbling Adrian around like a big pillow. She offered no resistance-just eagerness.
Perry was lying on his back on the couch, his hairy chest heaving like a panther ready to attack. Adrian crawled on top of him, her milky breasts heaving liquidly, her nipples pebble-hard, her hips pumping hungrily as her lithe fingers reached down between her widespread thighs and grabbed his hot penis. With liquid ease, she lowered herself, her hips twitching and rolling.
Perry's black hands reached up and gripped her slender waist and pulled her down hard on his thick black shaft, sinking slowly into the hole of her undulating cunt. She took it all and wanted more, riding him slowly up and down, giving Wade a good peek at his chauffeur's glistening black cock. Adrian threw her head back until her mane of blue-black hair flowed down her slender back, tickling Perry's widespread inner thighs; and she closed her eyes, running the palms of her sweaty hands slowly slide up over her rib cage to cup her lewdly dancing breasts while her fingers squeezed at the nipples.
Behind her, she felt Chefs calloused hands on her delicate shoulders, pushing her forward until she was crouching over Perry, her heavy breasts crushed against his chest and her buttocks spread wide and tight and exposed.
Chet glanced down to see Perry's prick ramming into her cunt, spreading the lips wide and contracting elastically around the black hunk of maledom. Positioning himself, his hands digging into her hips, he knelt up behind her and placed the blood-filled head of his burgeoning cock at the tiny puckered door of her anus.
She should have screamed and kicked and protested, captive that she was. She didn't. The idea of their figures grouped together in a tangle of naked arms and legs, sent shivers of delight coursing through her body. Slowly, grinding her sensitive clitoris down into Perry's wiry pubic hair, she pumped animalishly as Chefs cock rubbed harder against her tender anus. Harder . . . still harder. Suddenly, the pain mounted as he leaned his full weight down on her and she felt the agony of her anus splitting wider. In a red mist of pain, she let her jaw hang slack and she stiffened. With a wild lunge, she felt the thick cock head plunge inside of her tortured anus and close tight around it.
"Awwww Gawwwd! NOOOOO! Please stop!"
"Fuck her!" Wade screamed in a demented voice, cracking his whip on the floor.
"Please . . . nooo!"
"Fuck her!"
"You're killing me!"
"Fuck her in the ass!"
This was one task Chet was anxious to comply with. He began sawing in and out, feeling Perry's cock only a thin membrane away from his. With each withdrawal, Adrian's anus would react, the flesh clinging to the cock like it didn't want to relinquish its hold. Below her, Perry cupped her breasts, forcing her torso up as he pawed and mauled her breasts, tweaking the puckered nipples and leaving red welts on her creamy flesh.
Adrian tensed and screamed, pinned in place by brute animal force. Wade neared the couch, his mouth hanging open. Chet was fucking sadistically in and out of her anus while Perry pumped his black hips up and down as Adrian was battered and jerked and pummeled and twitched about, her head flying back and forth until her screams turned to moans and her moans to sheer delight as her body found the rhythm and she began moving in unison with the two men.
"That's it! That's it! Fuck her!" screamed Wade in a queer falsetto as he pulled out his swollen penis. He wedged his captive's lips open with his fingers and then brutally shoved his meager cock into her mouth with a loud "Mmmmmmffff . . . "
This was it. This was the final demise of Adrian Parmenter: sucking the snakish cock of Wade Collins while his virile hatchet men fucked her half to death.
Wade jerked his hips back and forth in rhythm to these men fucking her. Adrian let her body ripple and undulate in a soft purring movement while she sucked hard on Wade's penis, helping him to catch up with the other three who were ready to burst in orgasm. Wade was the first to come, his body stiffening while he yelled and shot white-hot sperm into her mouth; her cheeks bulged and hollowed as she swallowed, gagging, choking.
Perry was the next to come, exploding his sticky sperm high into her cunt, his cock head pulsing as it gushed out a full pint. That third orgasm blinded Adrian for a searing moment and, as Wade staggered away, she let out a wail as Chet fucked her with all he had.
White-hot pain coursed through her rectum as if someone were poking her with a branding iron back there, and it mingled with her orgasm to make it a wilder, sweeter, more prolonged explosion of stars and milky ways. It seemed she was falling through space, through an endless void of pleasure and pain as she heard Chet roar out a guttural animal sound and his cock swelled up like a balloon to fill her rectum. He pumped at least a cup of hot oily cum into her.
She closed her eyes and collapsed blissfully into unconsciousness.