Chapter 2
It was a hot, lazy Sunday afternoon when Jill drove her Celica Supra along the eight mile stretch leading from the gutter to the house of Erik Gordon. Carter had gotten her the contracts Friday, and she had signed everything, including the special clause that stated she would remain with Erik Gordon and do his bidding for as long as it took to finish the movie. She wasn't exactly thrilled by all this. Gordon had a reputation in Hollywood for being somewhat freaky.
Still, she felt herself capable of handling the man.
The sun was shining brightly as always, even though it was only March. The nice thing about California was that one didn't have to wear winter clothing and fight through ice, sleet and snow.
Jill liked the good life. It was expensive, but at the present time, she was able to afford it. Her last two pictures that had flopped, had earned her three million six hundred thousand dollars, after paying agents' commissions and before taxes, of course. Actually, she netted more than two and a half million, and though she was a long way from having spent it all, she did live high and she knew if she didn't continue earning the bread, in a few years it would all be gone.
She had come to Hollywood six years earlier, at the age of seventeen, and she had been extremely lucky. The one producer with whom she had gone to bed had been a kind, courteous man who had not abused her, and who had slowly built her up, giving her bit parts, starlet roles, and then finally, starring roles. But Lars Woldheim had gone back to Scandinavia, and Jill had elected to remain in Hollywood. She had made a dozen movies after that, and the first eight had been rousing successes so that she demanded and received two million dollars a movie for her last two films. Both had been box office disasters.
Well, now she was back to the putting-out stage. She parked her car at the side of the white stucco Taj Mahal-styled building and got out, carrying her one suitcase. As she approached the front door, it opened, and a pretty brown-haired maid in a skimpy uniform smiled and let her in. She was led upstairs to the third room on the right, and she was told she'd be occupying this particular room.
"Mr. Gordon is down by the pool," the maid said, as Jill looked at the ornate Persian rugs on the floor, and the Arabic styling of the room. There was a hand-painted picture of a mosque on one wall.
"Fancy," Jill shrugged.
"This is the Omar Khayyam room," the maid told her. "Mr. Gordon requested that you put on a bathing suit and join him."
"Fine," Jill nodded.
When the maid left, Jill took her time peeling off her clothing. She figured the great man might be horny, and so she took the time to rub some soap and water through the hairs on her pelvis. Perhaps the man liked to eat pussy, and if that was the case, she wanted hers all sweet and tasty.
Slipping into two bandaids that passed for a micro mini bikini the same color as her skin, she tossed a white terrycloth robe over her shoulder, pushed her feet into rubber sandals, and left her room. Descending the stairs, she headed through the huge game room toward the back of the house. Through large French doors, she was able to see the blue water of the kidney-shaped pool.
Opening one of the doors, she stepped out onto the tiled patio, then crossed to where there were two outdoor chaises. A man lay on one of them, but she was unable to see him because the back of the chaise hid him.
As she got closer, she saw the man had a swollen belly. Not only that, but he had a balding head with gray hairs fringing his ears, and when he looked up, she saw the shaggiest eyebrows since Brezlinev. Was she expected to put out for this monster?
"Anhh!" Erik Gordon grunted. "Good! I like my women prompt. You're all right, Allen. I think we're gonna get along fine."
"Now wait a minute," Jill snapped, angry that she had been pawned off on this gross monster. "I'm not exactly the kind of woman you think."
"Don't be sorry," he grunted, hauling himself to his feet and slowly moving toward her. "All broads are the kind of women I think. You ain't no better'n the others unless you got two holes in your cunt."
Jill felt very afraid. She looked around and realized a high wall surrounded the back area on three sides, and the house was on the fourth. Though she had left the French doors open when she had walked out onto the terrace, looking back at them, she saw they were closed. She might run around the pool for a while, and he would never really be able to catch her, but sooner or later she would have to go in, and when she did, she would be meat for him. Really, there was nowhere for her to go.
The heavy man smiled at her, but it wasn't one of those nice smiles. Jill recognized it for the lustful leer it was. She took another step away from him and almost tumbled. He came forward and caught her. Then his fingers were dipping into the top of her bikini, gripping it between the cups. Jill tried pulling away from him, but all that did was tear her bikini top. Her left hand went up to protect her breasts, but as she pulled away, he managed to tear away the right cup, exposing one breast. Then his hands reached for her bikini bottom.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she gasped, terrified at the grotesque sight of him. His chest was covered with heavy black hair, and his flabby stomach bounced as he moved toward her. Sniffling, he wiped a forearm across his nose and belched.
"I'll shout my head off!" she gasped.
"Hah!" the man laughed. "You wanna yell, honey, you go ahead and yell. The neighbors are kinda used to hearing chicks yell from here. They don't pay no attention no how to no one. I break in all my chickies back here, and they all come looking for more. You see, it ain't the body what counts, chickie, but the cock that's attached to it, and I got me a drill that'll fit real nice in that hot cunt of yours. You're like all the others, scared of me at first. S'all right. I know I ain't a beauty. But after the first fuck, you'll like it. Hell! I'm gonna give you a real introduction to my cock."
Jill backed away from him, more terrified than she had ever been in her entire life. She wanted out of this. She was willing to take what money she had left and go back to New York and maybe get a stage part, but she didn't want any part of this whale. Even so, she knew the man had no intentin of letting her go.
He was moving closer to her, and she, in order to get away, was circling, finding herself near one of the chaises. It was obvious this was where the fat man had wanted her all along. She turned, hoping she might be able to run somewhere, but found herself at the edge of the pool. That was when the heavy man pounced on her and pulled away her last part of the bikini top. He spun her around and tugged her hands down, exposing the perfection of her small, delightfully rondular breasts. They wobbled very little from side to side as she moved left, then right in a determined effort to escape from him. The entire time his hungry little eyes remained locked on her mammaries, enjoying the way they stood up. She had almost no areolae at all.
"Hey baby!" he roared throatily. "You mean you've been hiding those boobs from the eyes of the public all this time? Sheesh! What a waste! We can parlay your tits into a quarter of a billion dollar fortune, honey. I can't wait to start suckin' on them. They look like they're filled with honey."
"No!" Jill shouted at the man, ready to punch out at him with both hands. "You just stay away from me, do you hear? I don't want trouble"
"Stop actin' like a horse's ass," he laughed, letting her see the glittering perfection of his capped teeth. "You know damn well I ain't gonna stay away from you. You got a body what's cryin' to be used, and I'm gonna use it."
"You're insane!" Jill screamed, and flailed her fists at him in the hopes of warding him off.
Reaching out, he grabbed her two wrists, hauled her against him, grunted once more and let her smell the whiskey on his breath, and then he tossed her onto the closest chaise. He pressed a hand against the fullness of her round breasts to hold her down, then proceeded to rip her bikini bottom off and toss it into the pool.
"Oh yeah!" he grunted again, staring hungrily down at her body, the saliva filling his mouth and ready to drool. "You are one beautifully stacked chick, from those luscious tiny tits of yours right down to that honeypot between your thighs."
"You leave me the hell alone," Jill screamed. "Just give me my clothes and let me get out of here."
"Cut the bullshit, baby!" the man roared with laughter. "You ain't goin' nowhere, hear? Embarrased cause I gotcha naked? Hey, don't worry. I'll ease the tension by stripping along with you."
Jill lay on the chaise, too frightened to move as the gross man stood and gazed at her. Then he hurriedly ripped down his bathing suit, enjoying the look in her bugged-out eyes as she stared at his mountainous nakedness. He had one hell of a big belly.
Jill turned her head away, not wanting to look, throwing herself face down on the webbed chaise. All this did was allow the weighty man to see the rounded swells of her asscheeks.
"Nice ass!" he grunted, and walking forward, reached out and filled his hand with her buttock. He squeezed and grabbed, making her gasp and whip around.
"My God!" she gasped, staring at the length and breadth of the man's fully erect phallus. What she saw was unbelievable.
The penis was circumcised, with a huge purple head that looked to be about the size of the average baseball. It was attached to a tan shaft that became thicker as the length of it moved down to the hairy base. The length was incredible.
"Okay, doll," he told her. "Game playing time is over. At this point, it don't matter if you're willin' or not. Either way you're gonna get a full dose of my cock."
"You go to hell!" Jill snapped.
"Hey baby," he said, pointing a finger at her. "One thing I learned in this business is, the guy with the bucks is boss. I'm the guy with the bucks. Each time a woman gives me a hard time, I kick her ass a little, and she comes around soon enough, 'cause she knows she ain't never gonna get another job unless I pass the word. You keep acting this way, and you'll have dented asscheeks."
"Jesus!" Jill shuddered. "What kinda crazy freak are you? Look, just give me my clothes and I'll leave. I'll get out of Hollywood."
She tried turning over onto her back, but the heavy man was beside her on the narrow chase, pressing part of his weighty stomach against her side while his palm pushed into her back, keeping her from rolling over. His other hand reached down and began rubbing the lovely swells of her rounded asscheeks as he stared at the way they changed from a healthy white to a pink. He zipped a finger into the crease between them.
Leaning forward, he jammed a right forearm into her slender backbone to keep her from moving in any way. He had her where he wanted her and he intended enjoying himself. Raising his hand, he brought it down solidly against the shape of her gorgeous butt with a loud whack.
"Oh my God!" Jill screamed, her body stiffening automatically as she felt her mind spinning.
This was insanity. It wasn't really happening to her. It just couldn't happen to her. He was hurting her on purpose, something no man had ever dared do to her before.
"Behave like a spoiled brat, and you're gonna get spanked like one," he told her, laughing harshly. "Stop!" Jill screamed.
"When Erik Gordon tells you he's gonna fuck you, then he's gonna fuck you. No two ways about it. Since you're actin' like such a stubborn little tawt, I'm gonna have to wallop the shit outta you. I think ten or twelve smacks on this tight little fanny of yours oughtta do the trick. Course-, if you think you should get a few more, don't hesitate to say as much."
Lifting her head, she was able to see a reflection of all that was happening in the glass of one of the French doors across the yard. She saw him raise his hand, and then the palm came smacking down very firmly against the whitish-pink rubberiness of her buttocks. Searing tongues of flaming pain began swiftly mounting in her helplessly exposed and quivering asscheeks, and the helpless woman writhed on the chaise like a slithery eel unable to return to water.
"No more, no more," Jill screamed.
"You gonna fuck nice and quiet like a good little girl?" he asked.
"Beast!" she sobbed. "Bastard! I'll never willingly do it for you."
"Izzat a fact!" he roared, and proceeded to slam his palm against her buttocks another five times.
"No more! It hurts! Oh Jesus! It hurts like hell! Stop!"
"Yeah, I'll just bet it hurts, girlie," he laughed at her. "You know, nasty little stuck-up bitches like you need to be taught a lesson. I'm the boss and when I tell you to fuck, you fuck, just like when the director tells you what to do on camera, you listen to him. A few more whacks oughtta get across my point."
Now he was taking a long time between each wallop, allowing the stinging pain to sink in before giving her the next wallop. Subconsciously, Jill found herself counting the smacks, as if to try and take her mind off the total agony she was feeling. His hand continued rising and falling, and its reflection was clearly visible in the glass of thE French door. Her long and lovely brown hair fell down on either side of her face, whipping wildly this way and that as she kicked her legs and trembled, feeling all kinds of fiery sensation in the cheeks of her ass. The feeling flame seeped through her, moving up and down as if shaping the torment to the curve of her asscheeks. Her rear end was arching and rearing in vain, hopelessly trying to escape, pulsating with flowing lava because of the constant beating pressure of his pounding hand.
After the tenth swat the man stopped hitting her. He began smoothly rubbing his fingers against the sparsely haired opening between her tender thighs. He rubbed softly, gently, smoothly, almost lovingly, as Jill discovered her body was humping and pumping up and down in time to the movement of his fingers. The titallation of her agonized vagina was driving her out of her mind, as she began to feel more than mere tortured pain. She was starting to feel a form of arousal, a very overpowering arousal, and it was flooding through her like breaker waves at high tide. It felt really nice and so sensual.
No! Was she crazy? What in heaven's name was she thinking? She didn't dare give in to the terrible feeling. She mustn't let herself enjoy it, no matter what.
"No!" she yelped out loud.
"I guess we have to smack your ass a few more times," he told her.
"Oh my God, no!" she gasped. "Anything but that, anything! Don't!"
Slam! Slam! Slam!
"Yyyaa iiiiee eeaagggghh!" she screamed, her face beating against the webbing of the chaise over and over.
He was beating her with the heel of his hand, hitting first her left cheek, then her right cheek. The bright imprint of his hand, white at first, then slowly turning a burning red as blood charged to the beaten area. He then pinched the flesh between her buttocks just below her asshole, right on the perineum, making her clench her asscheeks even more tightly together. She writhed and screamed out loud again.
Tears were pouring from Jill's eyes, running down her red cheeks, soaking the webbed material of the chaise beneath her. The burning was starting to form blisters on her gluteal hillocks. The helpless woman found herself gasping and panting, feeling totally humiliated by this shame he was foisting on her. But worse than the agony was that other feeling-the one deep down inside her. Arousal was continuing to build in her helpless body, and the worst part of it was, the spanking was the cause of it. What aggravated her even more was the fact that the man was so calm in the way he was beating her, thoroughly enjoying every wallop he was dealing her.
"I think that makes an even twenty," he smiled. "Am I right?"
Jill was unable to answer him at the moment. She lay there sobbing, her face pressed firmly into the webbing, too afraid to speak, thinking anything she did or said might provoke and anger the man even more, causing him to hit her that much harder. Her silence seemed to provoke him just as much, and he did hit her, two more solid swats, each landing as hard as the others, one on each cheek. By now there was no longer pain back there. It had become numb. Through the numbness, that little teasing sensation continued wriggling its way through her shuddering body, making her aware of the fact that even if this man was a vile scumbag for doing this to her, her body actually loved being assaulted-at least in this manner. For some strange reason, she had to suppress the urge to shout at him to hit her again.
Jill wasn't even aware when his stubby fingers began to rub their way through the wetness of her sodden vaginal slit. Her body tensed itself in automatic reaction though her brain was still not yet cognizant of what was happening. His thumb was pressing its ball against her solidly beaten buttocks, stroking and caressing the swollen mounds as his fingers continued their tantalizing movement up and down in the feminine gash that was her hot and aching little cunt. All Jill felt was the continual fire, deliciously burning through the bouncy buttocks making her rear up.
Little by little, without realizing it, the lovely movie queen began to relax, allowing her pillarly, white thighs to slowly separate, as if of their own free will. The tight crack, the narrow fissure between the cheeks of her ass, began widening, and little by little the delightful sight of her heatedly taut cunt filled the man's hungrily staring eyes. Wet, web-like strands of the sparse, light-brown fluff seemed to be glued to her moons, but her coral cuntlips remained exposed and swollen, making the producer's bulging eyes swell even more with raw, wanton lust.
It was amazing how sparse the hair was on her venereal mound. There was none at all surrounding her pussy. Her outer labia were a pair of blood-bloated pouches, looking as if they had been pumped up with air. There was a rich pinkness between them, indicating the pinked edges of her luscious inner vaginal lips.
When she finally became aware of the man's moving fingers, realizing what Erik Gordon was doing, Jill stiffened, also aware of the weighty flat of his hand cupping her pouting slash. She ached to clench her thighs shut, but now the man's knees moved between them, preventing her from hiding her gash from him.
"Why in God's name are you doing this to me?" Jill shouted, sobbing loud and clear, realizing that with every passing moment, she was falling under the enchantment his hands were weaving.
"Stop behaving like a spoiled brat," he scolded. "You happen to be one hot-looking cunt, honey. You knew what the score was when you first came here. I took one look at you, grew a hard-on, and you're the only one can take down the swelling."
She lay on the chaise, sniffling, sobbing, weeping out loud, yet feeling inwardly thrilled because of the continually mounting heat racing uncontrollably through her slender body. All the while his pudgy fingers continued rubbing against her pretty labia, tracing the convexly swollen shapes of her pubic lips. His fingers once again pulled apart the swollen curtains, revealing the rich pinkness of her feminine cut. Then he slid his digits between her inner labia, sinking them into the simmering depths of her aching pussy.
"No! No!" the helpless Jill loudly sobbed, knowing this was all wrong. She hated the man.
Inwardly though, her body was quivering, aching to feel more of his tantalizing touch. For the first time, she was becoming aware just how much willpower she had been using to quell the searing desire continuing to build inside her.
Erik didn't bother wasting words, replying to her foolish outcries. His moving fingers merely continued adding to the intense heat burning through the cheeks of her lovely ass.
Pushing his probing fingers between the tenderly soft flanges of her hot, inner cuntlips, he wriggled them around inside her. Then he slipped the finger out of her and allowed them to rub against the little pearl at the top of those inner flanges. He continually teased the little coral nubbin as it remained hiding for the moment in its own pink membraneous canopy, tantalizing it, stroking it, taunting it as if daring it to poke its head out. He rubbed the pink bubble continually and finally it shudderingly surrendered to the vibrant massage of his fingertips. It vellicated like a tuning fork, at first trying hard to escape, yet not really wanting to do so. Jill's toes curled against the bottoms of her feet as her knees pressed all the more firmly into the webbing of the chaise. She sighed out loud, enjoying the pulsating sensations of total, wanton delight as they charged uncontrollably through her quaking body.
Erick continued his ardent massage of her clitoral bead, but at the same time, he slid an anxious finger into the bubbling, inner chamber of her tempting vagina, aware of how unbelievably tight she was. He knew that as a top movie star, she'd had to fuck her way up, so her was surprised to find her so tight. In spite of her slavering inner soppiness, he had one helluva hard time shoving one finger into the narrow stricture of her raging genital center He pushed a little harder, continuing to tickle her clitoris with his extended forefinger, making the lovely Jill writhe with uncontrolled inner desire. The burning flames in the cheeks of her lovely backside had become deliciously filled with flaming pillars of tortured wonder, and now she ached to feel more of whatever this man wanted her to feel.
Her clitoris was stiff and hard by now, filled as it was with blood, completely enlarged, vibrating over as his finger continued palpating it. Clear, oily lubrication was now oozing from between her puffy vaginal lips, dripping toward her extended man-in-the-boat and sparsely covered mons. Her gasps of delight were a little louder now and that much more distinct, and Jill was inwardly aware her body not only wanted, but needed more of what she was feeling. Somehow, this horrible fat man, who had seemed so initially repellent to her, had set off some kind of wanton craving inside her. By spanking her, he had made her very much aware how much she enjoyed being beaten. The man was mad, yet she enjoyed the madness, aroused beyond belief.
The oily slickness of her colorless fluids continued pouring from her, flowing like bubbling champagne at one of those fantastic Hollywood parties. The rich divide between her soft labia continued widening even more, revealing the heated interior to Erik's eyes.
Very slowly and certain very much against her will, the delightful brunette found her body yielding ever so grudgingly to the thrilling sensations blistering through her quaking, quivering inner self. The man's continually massaging fingertip, pressing firmly against the button of her clitoris, was starting to swell the fires of lust throughout her as she hadn't felt them aroused for a long time. The tip of his moving finger continued rubbing her helplessly exposed penis-like extension with ever-increasing movement. Tremor upon tremor continued shooting through her delicate, womanly frame as thrilling ripples of absolute wonder blasted through her shaking torso.
A knot of unbelievable rapture was swelling in the center of her quaking belly. She undulated against her will, her breath coming in short pants, as little mewls issued from her throat in addition to a multitude of sighs. She rotated and churned her tight buttocks up and down as her belly rubbed back and forth over the chaise. All the while, the porcine producer continued his tantalizing of her.
Erik knew what she was the moment Jill had walked into his home. She was far more sensual than even she imagined, which was why he was willing to risk two hundred thousand dollars on her for an x-rated flick. There were quite a few French and Spanish-blooded females with the kind of raw animalism in this woman, but one didn't often find it in a woman of Jill's delicacy. Oh yes, she was delicate, though not fragile, but from the moment his fingers had buried themselves in the sump of her vagina he knew she was a firebrand the like of which Hollywood hadn't known for years. She was reacting more strongly to his finger than most women would to his probing phallus. Her body was bucking and jerking insanely, and the producer was well aware that she was going to climax. Hell! This was really something-to make a woman come this rapidly with only his finger. He knew it wasn't due as much to his abilities as it was to her natural inclination to enjoy sex. Obviously, the men with whom she'd had meaningless affairs before had been totally inept, otherwise she would be much more of the sleep-around type.
Hell! The woman was really something. Her body was bouncing, moving up and down on the webbing, and his probing finger, in the depths of her sucking pussy, felt squeezingly tight contractions followed by eye-widening dilation as she screamed, "Aaayyee ggggg aannnngggg gghhaa!"
The orgasm was unbelievably intense, making Jill realize it had been a long time since she had been to bed with any man. But the others had never made sex seem like anything special, and it was something she had always done as an accommodation more than anything else. In the beginning she had fucked simply to rise to the top of her profession. After a while, she did it merely to placate some famous actor who had taken her out and had given her some kid of present. She was repaying him for the present. But none of them, not her first producer, nor her multitude of directors, nor the few actors she had bedded down with, had ever really aroused delight in her the way this fat man's fingers had done.
He had diddled her cunt, toying with her as if she were some little doll designed for especially that purpose. He had built the most wonderfully thrilling sensation she had ever known. It had totally swamped her, more fully satisfying than anything she had previously enjoyed. God it had been good!
But as she lay there, looking at the paunchy man from the corner of her eye, Jill felt herself once again becoming "rational." Her anger was returning, anger that she had been toyed with by a man mountain, making her feel ashamed of herself. Even so, her orgasm had been so complete, she was tired at the moment and unable to resist. She wondered just what else Erik Gordon had in mind. He hadn't been satisfied yet, and she knew he was the kind of man who wouldn't quit until the sperm was shooting from his cock.
He rolled her onto her back and stood over her. His hard cock was waving in her face, making her turn her head. Though she had often suffered to let men fuck her, she had never voluntarily done anything to them, for them, or with them. This particular organ was monstrous, and she had no idea if she would be able to take it in her cunt without the flesh inside actually tearing.
"I don't think my cock is stiff enough or long enough," he muttered.
"What!" she gasped, sitting up and trying to pull her head back. "Hell! I've never seen a longer, stiffer pole in my entire life."
"Maybe, but it's able to grow even thicker. I figure with a little help from you we can make it as hard as can be. Then, and only then, you're gonna be properly fucked, honey."
He walked over to the little table by the pool, and as she watched, he poured the remnants of a cocktail over his cock.
"To give it flavor," he told her.
Flavor?" she asked.
"I don't know if you know anything about giving head, but it's the one way to insure making my cock nice and hard."
Head?" she asked, realizing it was one of the few sex terms with which she was not familiar. "What are you talking about?"
"In words of one syllable, honey, I want you to suck my cock."
"Suck your cock?" she gasped. "You have to be totally out of your damn mind. Hell! Do you really expect me to wrap my lips around that immense attachment of yours? There's no chance on God's green earth that I'm going to try cramming that hose of meat into my mouth. If that's what's on your mind, think again."
"Think of it this way, Jill-sweeties. My cock is sorta like a nice ice cream cone. Think of the head as a kinda meaty tasting ice cream. The rest of it is the cone itself. All you have to do is use your tongue and start licking as you would with any ordinary ice cream cone. You'll get into the sucking, after."
"I will not!" she loudly and adamantly insisted. She leaped to her feet and found he wasn't that much taller than she was as she stared into his eyes.
"You want that lovely face of yours bruised so that you won't be able to go on camera for a month of two?" he asked.
"Wh-what the hell d-do you mean?" she gasped as the man gripped her two arms with his hands and slowly forced her to kneel in front of him.
"Honey, you signed a contract to live here in my house with me until the picture is finished. If I wallop that lovely face of yours, it means you'll be here that much longer, fucking and sucking that much longer. Believe me, I'll do it if you don't open that lovely mouth of yours and go to work on my cock."
"You wouldn't!" she gasped.
"Why not try me and see," he offered. "I like having my cock sucked. I've had more'n two hundred other mouths wrapped around it, not to mention as many cunts, and I dig it every time. So start suckin', or I'll have to start beltin'."
"Oh no!" she insisted. "That's not part of the agreement."
Erik hit her with an open hand. It was a hard blow, and it went her reeling on her knees against one of the chaises. She lay there, staring at him in disbelief.
"I don't dig causing this kinda pain," he told her. "But there're times when this is all you dumb broads understand, and it's all that'll make you suck my cock.
Now I want that mouth of yours around my prick, honey, and what's more I want it in your mouth as long as it pleases me to keep it there. The way I'm feelin' right now, I just might shoot a load of jizz down that tight, pretty throat of yours."
"How can you be such a son of a bitch!" Jill gasped, holding her face, forcing herself not to cry.
Her knees hurt from the flooring, but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing as much. She gasped as his hand reached out and his fingers wove themselves in the strands of her hair. The outstanding organ was throbbing directly in front of her face, and the sight of it, all tan save for the mottled head of rich purple, made the lovely movie star sick. She wanted to throw up, but controlled herslf.
Erik gripped the base of his throbbing organ with one hand, and with the fingers of the other entangled in her lovely hair, brought her unwilling face closer and closer to the stump of the penis, rubbing the oil-wet glans against her tightly clenched lips. Jill sputtered, spitting out saliva, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Damn you! Stop it!" she gasped.
"Why?" he roared. "This rough stuff seems to be the only kinda thing you understand, baby. Look Jill, face the facts, honey. You're here, in my home, and you can't call yourself a prisoner 'cause I got a signed statement sayin' you came here willingly, and you're willing to do whatever I tell you to do. Whether you go ahead and do what I want without trouble, or whether I force you is entirely up to you. But honey, my cock is gonna get sucked and by that sexy mouth of yours.
You get any ideas about biting and remember, I'll not only knock out all your teeth, but I'll ruin your face so you don't work as an actress ever again."
"It never occurred to me to do that," she lied, knowing that had he not warned her, she would have chewed his cock in half.
"Of course it didn't," he said. "But I know some dumb broads who like to bite up a storm."
The brunette stared with fascinated horror at the length and breadth of the monstrous ramrod in front of her. She noted the way colorless oils seeped from it in long strings, dripping to the ground. His hand tightened its grip in her hair, and he snapped at her, "Either you stick that hot little pink tongue of yours out and start making like my cock is an ice cream cone, or I'll just ram the whole thing down your pretty little throat. You got your choice."
Now the tears would no longer hold back. They filled her eyes as she stared at the throbbing organ. Against her will, she allowed her tiny pink tongue to reach out of her mouth. It slid beneath the barell of the penis, and without meaning to, caught that last clear drop of oil falling from it, then hastily snapped back into her mouth. She was afraid to close her lips, fearful of tasting the oily fluid. Eventually, unable to keep her lips parted, she shut her mouth and rolled his seepage around on her tongue. To her astonishment, it was utterly tasteless. It was oily and nothing more.
Feeling braver, knowing what she had tasted wasn't bad, her tongue leaped out again and wound itself around the penis. Her tongue was aware of his meaty flavor now, and though she had been prepared to get sick and heave all over him, she discovered the flavor was almost to her liking. In fact, the musky aroma in her nostrils was really quite pleasurable.
Slowly now, her laving tongue washed around the coronal edge of the organ, licking carefully.
Her mouth slowly opened and she found herself starting to gently suck on the rounded magenta dome. All the while her tongue continued making circles all over the flesh pipe, licking the phallic organ up and down, up and down. She realized she was doing all this without the man prompting her in any way. Jill didn't understand what had come over her. This man was making her do the single most degrading thing of which her mind was capable of imagining, and she like some stupid brainless animal, was actually starting to like it.
Jill found herself lapping away all the more intently now, her extended tongue licking up the topside of his penis, then lapping down along the underside. She slurped away at the right side, then her mouth moved to the left side. The top, the bottom, the head, then the base. When she had totally coated the full length of his organ with her saliva, she began using her tongue (once again without being told) on his weighty testicles. After licking the sac all over, she sucked one ball into her mouth, breathing hotly over the wrinkled scrotum as she wet the ball again and again with her lips and tongue.
This was undoubtedly the largest set of testicles she had ever seen, and she had seen her share of them. Still, it was his monumental cock more than his balls which fascinated Jill at the moment. The damn thing had actually gotten even longer and thicker as she had started sucking on it. It made her wonder if other cocks tasted this good.
Shit! All women were natural cocksuckers. For a cunt who had been so unwilling only a few minutes earlier, this one was doing one fantastic job. His cock was harder than ever, and he knew a few more licks would keep it that way. There wasn't an experienced hooker in California capable of doing a better job. Yeah, this was a natural, all right, and when it was all on the screen, wide screen, in living color, with the slurping in stereophonic sound, he'd have a picture that would earn a hundred million. Jesus! If he waited for her lips to go into overdrive, he was certain she'd have him climbing the walls, swallowing all of his cock, balls, everything.
The man quivered with uncontrolled rapture and delight. His mind tingled as his cock continued to enjoy the touch of Jill's fabulous lips and tongue. Those lips were two softly cloying cushions that padded nicely around his penile point. Her lips were young, inexperienced in this aspect of sex, but they ached to prove themselves to him, working hard at sucking his cock. They pursed and formed a lovely circle and then slipped over the rich cap of his pulsating phallus. The pressure of her mouth was a liqueous pool of wet warmth into which he sank deeper and deeper.
"Oh yeah!" he gasped. "Thatta girl, Jill-baby! You got one helluva mouth. Just keep using it, honey."
The girl found herself warming to her task, becoming more and more intent on doing it well. She slid her tight lips tauntingly along half the pole of his pulsating penis before stopping and tugging them back. Her hand tightened on the phallic base in order to steady the organ, and she found her fingers dancing over it, tugging on it. Sliding her mouth from the penis, she looked at him as if still angry, and snapped, "I hope, for my sake, I'm doing this awful thing right."
"Yeh!" he grunted. "You're doin' it right. Those lips of yours are somethin' else. When you die, they should make a bronze mask of them for posterity."
Jill felt more disgusted than ever, not because she had been forced to do this which she hadn't originally wanted to do, but because she was more and more aware of how much she liked the flavor of it. She actually wanted the thick organ stuffing itself back into the narrowness of her mouth. Without another word, she forced her lips over the phallic wand, and she began sucking firmly.
"Go easy honey," the man told her, stroking her head lightly. "Much as I'd love to come in your mouth, I can only let go of one load at a time, and I want to save it for your cunt."
Ever deeper into the consuming oven of her lovely mouth the penis continued sinking, the heatedly, throbbing length of it aching for more pressure from her tongue. She sucked more of it in this time, testing herself, curious as to how much of the organ her mouth was capable of holding.
Jill was too pragmatic to feel mortified by all this. True, she was angry at having suffered humiliation at this man's hands, but her body had made her quickly aware of her desire to continue. She didn't appreciate the idea of being on her knees in front of this pudgy man, especially since her knees were pressing against concrete, but she reconciled this slavish notion with the thought that it all tasted so good. One thing she didn't like was the knowledge that by signing all those documents, she had made herself this man's virtual slave.
Even so, the flavor of his shuddering cock as it sawed in and out between her tantalizing lips, overrode all feelings of abasement for the moement. Besides, it was far too late for regrets. Now that the throbbing organ was already crammed three-quarters the way into her mouth, she might as well see this through to the finish. In the long run, it promised to be momentarily rewarding.
It was one hell of a big cock, all right. Her mouth let her know it was even thicker than it had looked. Her jaws were aching as they stretched widely around the pulsating organ. All the while, her tongue continued licking, rubbing the underside, enjoying the softness of the flesh.
Without realizing what she was doing, Jill wrapped one hand around the fat man's body, gripping his asscheeks, pressing flatly against them while she slid a finger into the tight crack between his hairy buttocks, seeking the little hole back there. If he was intent on violating two of her holes, there was no reason why she shouldn't violate one of his. The ball of her finger rubbed against the man's tight elastic pucker, feeling his rectal opening scrunch up as if trying to keep her finger out. Good! Now it was his turn to find out how it felt to have something forced inside him.
All the while, her mouth moved back and forth on the throbbing length of his thick cock, wildly sucking, pulling on the pulsating length of flesh over which her lips were sliding. Her head bobbed back and forth repeatedly, and her forefinger pressed all the more determinedly against his anal pucker. Why she was doing something like this, fingering his rear hole of all places made no sense to her rational mind, though she did recall hearing some starlets talking about it once, saying what fun it was to make a man squirm.
Erik shuddered, unable to control himself as he shoved his hips forward, slamming the full length of his hard cock into the wetly heated depths of her mouth, plunging his penile head through the ring of her gullet, sinking it all the way into her pharynx.
Jill found herself coughing and sputtering, gagging and choking, but her fingers dug into his asscheeks and kept his cock all the way in when he would have pulled out. She sucked all the harder, saliva falling all over the organ. Her other fingers dug firmly into his buttocks, the nails excavating new holes, making him stiffen and straighten up as he tried shoving his cock even deeper down her esophagus.
Jill lifted her long-lashed eyes, aching to see the reaction on Erik's face. But his ponderous belly was in the way, blocking her view. Not that it was really necessary, because the pressure of her nails digging into this man's buttocks caused the producer to audibly gasp as he anxiously started rotating his groin aginst her face. The head of his cock all but choked her as it sank ever deeper into the narrowness of her clinging throat. Her eyes bugged out for an instant, and she managed to repress a strangling urge. Jill tugged her face back a little, but just a little. Some obscene desire made her want to keep the length of that penis locked in the depths of her sucking mouth. Perhaps she was the real sickie. She despised herself for having accepted cocksucking so readily, but it didn't stop her from continuing to do it.
For the first time, she was the one in control of the situation taking place between herself and the ponderous producer. She had the man squirming and squiggling, totally out of control, writhing insanely, and if she wanted to, she knew she would be able to make the man fire down her gullet. No matter how angry he'd be afterward, he'd probably be too tired to do anything about it. He might take it out on her at a later time. Besides, the more she thought about it, the less she liked the idea of the greasy white slime shooting into her belly by way of her throat.
Another perverse thrill burst inside her as she became aware of the man's buttocks tightening. For the first time, she was the one doing the punishing, getting back for the way he had spanked her, and slapped her face. What was more, he wouldn't pull away because she had his cock locked in her throat. She had this son of a bitch where she wanted him now, and it might be a good idea to make him pay for all the embarrassment and agony he had caused her in the short time she had been here. She would even be able to squeeze his testicles and make him scream, then claim she did it out of passion.
No! Better not take any chances. The picture hadn't been started yet. One thing was certain, and that was, once they were halfway through the film, no matter what she did, they would need her to complete it. Besides, physical revenge for what they were doing to her would never fully satisfy her. She had to do something to make everyone connected with this film remember her for a long time to come, when she would be able to laugh at them while back on top.
She smiled, even with the broad cock filling her lovely mouth. There was a way to get even for all this. No matter how much her body was enjoying it, she was still mentally angry that this gross elephant had had the temerity to treat her like some up-and-coming starlet. She would use the gossip columns to get back at this man, letting them know in a roundabout way what a pervert he was.
Erik Gordon was unable to keep his body still, even for a moment. He had tried standing still, as if he were some sort of king and she the subject who had to obey his whims. But her nails, digging into his asscheeks, added to the sweet pressure of her sucking mouth, made the man thrust forward, enjoying the sensation of his hard cock in the creamy wetness of her burning oral cave. Her lips were sucking feverishly, literally milking his penis of all sensation.
Jill continued making little slurping sounds, knowing that sound was as much a part of everything as was sight and the other senses. His pulsing organ was still tightly buried in the depths of her gullet, and she sucked ever more wildy, determined to bring the man to the very edge of his climax, before letting go of his cock and yanking her mouth completely away.
If he was so intent on degrading her, then she would take some physical revenge while she was able. True, he had made her come before, but with his fingers. Her fingernails sank even more deeply into the fullness of his asscheeks while her tongue constantly titillated and slavishly tantalized his throbbing organ. Jill continued lapping all the more strongly at his penile underside, starting to use her teeth to lightly nibble-just a little, but the man was in such ecstasy, her dental pressure merely thrilled him that much more. Great arousal was igniting within him.
The flavor of his cock entranced her even more, and she sucked all the harder, her jaws pulling as she savored the taste of his flesh. God! Who would ever have thought cock sucking was so much fun.
Slickly wet, the mighty ramrod continued pumping itself in and out of her mouth like a piston engine. She sucked tirelessly, tasting, chewing, sucking. Gasps came from the depths of her throat as she hummed and sighed, realizing with every passing moment she was enjoying this physical abasement of herself more and more.
"No more...." he was gasping, finally. "No more.. no more! I can't take it anymore. You keep doing that, and I'll shoot a river down your throat."
She finally permitted her soft lips to slide from the length of his rigid cock. His hands gripped her shoulders and he hauled her to a standing position. She looked down and saw her knees were slightly skinned. Inwardly, Jill wondered what was happening to her, because she had the overpowering desire to suck even more. There was something inside her that continually drove her, making her ache to fill her delightful mouth with his big, juicy cock.
"You know," Erik whispered to her, "you also have a gorgeous ass. I wnant to enjoy the sight of it while I'm fucking that hot little box of yours, honey."
Before Jill understood what he wanted, she felt herself turned around, propelled to the nearest chaise, and then thrown forward onto it, belly down. He lifted her tight little ass and made her support herself on her knees, as he stood at the edge of the chaise. Using his right hand to guide his throbbing cock, he brought the stiff penis between her delightfully rounded cheeks, admiring the fact that they were so perfectly shaped-still a light red from the walloping he had administered earlier. The pouting labia of her inner vagina were barely apart, moving in and out as if she were breathing through her cunt like it was a mouth. The round shape of the opening, like her oral lips, was inviting him to probe with his prick, aching to have him bury the organ all the way inside. His hand reached around her thighs and felt the extended stem of her clitoris, massaging it, but in no way trying to probe inside her pussy with his fingers. He tugged her lovely body back firmly against him, bringing her buns against his thighs.
He slid the hard length of his cock up and down against her perineal strip as well as through her vaginal lips, and this, added to the pressure of his fingers on her clitoris, caused moe and more of the slick fluid inside her to bubble out and coat her sexy cunt lips. Erick continued massaging her tantalizing vaginal guard, his fingers caressing sensually against the quivering little bud, making her more aware than ever of the sexuality that filled her. This allowed even greater delight to travel through her, as thrill after thrill transmitted itself through the rest of her quivering body.
Jill's hands turned into fists clenching the webbing of the chaise beneath her, as she allowed her weight to be thrown forward thereby lifting the swells of her asscheeks high in the air. This gave Erik even better access to her sodden vagina.
"Ooohh ... wwwwaauuww ... nnnnnhh hh...." she shrilly gasped, because his forefinger was already strongly massaging her clitoral bud with even greater power frictioning it again and again. White-hot, liquid lava seethed through her entire slender body, flowing through her as if she were an awakening volcano ready to erupt from the overpoweringly intense pressure, hurling the rock all over the man behind her.
"You know," he grunted with a smile on his face. "For such a slender girl you're much heavier than you look."
He moved her body around on the chaise until he had her in what he felt was just the right position for him. Her head was down, her cheek flatly pressed against the webbing. Her hands were gripping the arms of the chaise for some kind of leverage, her elbows raised. Jill was very much aware precisely how defenseless eher buttocks were, propped high in the air at that moment, still a rich pink from the spanking she had received earlier. She felt to totally vulnerable, feeling his staring eyes glued to the roundness of her rear globes.
Sighing, trembling and shuddering, Jill found it difficult to breathe, her lungs desperately trying to suck in some air. She actually wanted to beg this man to do more, but one corner of her mind reminded her, she would play directly into his hands this way. Then she would be doing precisely what he wanted, and this was one thing she didn't want to do at this point. Yes, she was employed by him, had signed contracts to work for him, and obviously had to fuck for him, but he had made life so miserable for her the first few minutes she had come out here, she didn't want him to know she liked anything he did.
Jill smirked to herself. It was almost as if she were going moral. Needless to say that was ridiculous in Hollywood. Ever since the movie industry had moved out here, this place had been the largest hotbed of sexual sin in America. She was part of all this depravity, and until today, hadn't felt the least bit ashamed of it. Fucking was a natural way for a woman to get ahead, in spite of Womens' Lib. But there was something eerie about this particular man, Erik Gordon. She had the feeling that he wouldn't be content to take her merely for the duration of the movie. Not only that, but he would tire of her quickly enough for himself, and he would use her in other ways, but to advance himself and not her. Her brain cried out to her that the only intelligent thing to do was to complete the contract and then get the hell away from this man. Other men had wanted their way with her, but had let her know in advance of their intentions. This man, in spite of telling her he was intent on fucking her, had other obvious uses for her, uses he wasn't mentioning. The instant he had made her use her mouth on his cock, not merely forcing her, but teaching her to enjoy such vileness, she ought to have realized he was unlike other men. The other producers and directors had their choice of so much nookie in Hollywood, they never used any female for any great length of time. But now that she thought about it, certain ideas began to intrude into her mind.
Marie Warren had been a rising star. She had starred in one of Erik Gordon's movies, and then had mysteriously retired. Though it was rumored she was living somewhere in South American with a rich millionaire, Jill was unable to help but wonder if it was the truth. Was it possible Erik Gordon also was involved in some kind of white slavery? It was rumored that some of the wealthier Arab sheiks were paying enormous sums in order to have famous actresses smuggled into their harems.
Why was she accepting very placidly what this man wanted to do to her? She ought to still be rejecting him, mentally if not outright. She had more sense than to reject him physically at this moment. He would probably pound her senseless.
Jill was frightened of this man and the power he wielded. She was even more frightened of the fact that the man was able to control her desires. She was aware that her physical self was now willingly going along with what this gross man intended doing, but worse, her mental self was accepting it, as well. He had her totally humbled, bowed, on her knees, her buttocks waving in the air like a flag representing his triumph over her, her cunt opening and closing as if trying to suck in the penis about to invade her. She felt as if she was actually asking for this horrible degradation.
His fingers, all this while, had continued rubbing and massaging her trembling clitoris, making her cunt ooze more of the oily fluid from within her, while his other hand kept playing with her nipple. Then his left hand, the hand that had been toying with her man-in-the-boat, was no longer there. Rather he was using that hand to grip his throbbing cock and aim it at her sucking hole, pressing the head directly into her pudding-like pinkness.
Once again, she gasped, aware the weeping vale of her sucking vagina craved the thickness of his lance. God! Was there no way at all to control herself? He moved his pulsating cock through her parting inner labia, but the head didn't enter the tunnel behind her vulva. Rather he pushed the head of his penis the length of her vagina, letting it rub against her clitoris where the few pubic hairs on her mons were able to reach down and tickle it. She twisted and gasped, aroused even more. Then the cock pulled back.
There was a moment of fear as Jill realized this was it! He was going to bury his weighty stiffness in the narrow confines of her interior, and it was so broad, she worried it might cause her pain. But immediately afterward, she sighed a breath of relief as utter ecstasy filled her, rubbing all her vaginal walls.
Erik wasted no time, believing it was foolish for him to dally now. He drove the thickeness of his penis into the tunnel between her tantalizing thighs, shoving it hard and deep luxuriating in the sucking center of her thrilling void. The hardness of his solid organ sank itself all the way into her warm and wonderful feminine depths, and the man shuddered as he felt the way her hot cunt crushed itself around his cock.
Jill found herself gasping a soundless, almost breathless sigh. It "whooshed" from between her lips as thrills esctatically charged through her shuddering frame. Wave after wave of uncontrollable desire billowed through her interior before her mind was able to grasp at the fact that if she wasn't careful she would be used for more things than she might dream possible. Nevertheless there was no denying her body was actually craving all this. She actually needed the penis inside her.
"Ohhh yess!" the heavy man panted. "Man! What a fabulous pussy, what a fucking vagina!"
Having fucked so many different women, Erik Gordon was a true connoisseur of pussy, truly capable of appreciating the delightful tightness of Jill's vaginal muscles as they clung to him. They sucked on his length with the power of a plumber's helper.
Wasting no time at all, the man speedily began humping his cock back and forth, building freshly responsive pleasures in the aching body that he had so happily degraded. His hand was still reaching around her thigh, rolling the little head of her aching clitoris around and around beteeen his thumb and two fingers.
Charges of uncontrolled delight continued building to higher planes in Jill's body and unwilling mind. Each time the man rammed his cock into her narrowness, she slammed her buttocks back against his hairy thighs, enhancing the delight for both of them. His fingers continued their constant massaging and teasing, tweaking her clitoris, and the beautiful movie star was aware she was going to have a dual orgasm this time, the first time anything like this had ever happened in her life. One orgasm was mounting in the sensitive upper wall of her vagina, while another was building in the finger-rubbed clitoris. The two climaxes were going to crash into her quaking body simultaneously. Tears poured down her cheeks as she wept, realizing she was lost to whatever this man intended doing to her. Fucking for Erick Gordon was no longer something she had to do for him, but rather it was an experience of unparalleled belief for her. Her body lurched as the twin climaxes came crashing down on her.
"Hhhhhaaaaii iiaaaii aagggg hhhh!" Her voice was one loud, long wail of pure delight as she felt herself tumbling over the orgasmic brink, only to discover she was climbing an even higher mountain of sensation, reaching for a more lofty plateau. The man was moving rapidly with less than an eighth of a second between each push-pull. He slammed the full length of his pulsating organ into her shuddering tunnel over and over, making her wriggle relentlessly and without mercy.
He finally removed his finger from her quivering clitoris, but only after she had undergone an entire series of countless mini-orgasms. The little pellet was highly oversensitive. His hands were firmly gripping her hips, thrilling to the snug tightness of her sucking, wet vagina around his pounding prod of rigid iron.
Her small breasts dangled beneath her and as she lowered her body even more, her ultra-sensitive nipples rubbed against the webbing as more heat built even higher in the tenderness of her young body. He gripped her hips that much more tightly, ramming his penis solidly into her, and little by little the multitude of orgasms that had overcome her slowly began fading, making way for the even bigger one that was now building within the framework of her body.
Jill was totally helpless at this point, and it was this helplessness which kept her from thinking and perhaps saved her sanity. Aware that she was unable to do anything at the moment concerning this horrible man, she found herself finally accepting this servile position, bowing as a slave to the great god Priapus.
She gasped when one of the fat man's arms wrapped itself around her waist in order to tug herself even closer as he continued stroking into her body. When he touched her clitoris the next time, it was oversensitive, making her squirm on her knees, rubbing her asscheeks violently against his thighs. The feeling was so overpowering, she wanted to tear his fingers away, but she was unable to do so. So he continued tantalizing the little capsule of blood-filled flesh, his throbbing cock pounding into her sucking cunt furiously. His open mouth was near her ear, gasping into it, saying words of burning lust that served to arouse her that much more.
"Damn it all, fuck, you cunt! Move that hot creamy cunt of yours against my cock and fuck until your pussy falls off!"
"Uhhhhaawwuungg!" she respnnded, gasping at the wickedly arousing sound of his voice.
It was the sound she made as his throbbing phallus continued plundering through her at breakneck speed, sliding in and out, according the walls of her sensitive pussy and building higher, wilder thirills than he had ever imagined existed. The previous dual orgasm had, as far as she was concerned, been the ultimate sensation, but now she knew better. Now she knew even greater senations awaited her. Each thrill shooting through her was slightly greater than the previous one. She found herself being bloated with orgasms, and the quantity merely enhanced the quality.
Jill had never denied that she was a whore at heart. Money was the root of survival, and if fucking was the only way for her to earn lots of money, then she would do so, but she hated this man for making her realize precisely how much of a wanton she was, underneath.
Jill panted heavily, making all kinds of heavy sounds, then shuddered feeling the man's strong hands wrapping themselves solidly around her spider-like waist. He tugged her back so violently, she felt the teeth in her mouth rattling. The man's arms continued pulling her to him as his hands began moving higher up on her slender body, seeking, finally finding the brown-colored grapes that were her lushly dangling nipples.
At the same time Erik's thick penis continued sinking into the narrow tightness of her vaginal depths, and her secretions flooded all over it, making its passage back and forth that much smoother. He was powering himself into her as if trying to slam his cock even deeper into her womanly kiln, but he was already spiked into her as deeply as possible. Still nothing would deter the man as he continued spearing himself all the more strongly into her pulling vortex, lancing his log-like length of meat all the more wickedly into the swampiness of her sexy interior.
He leaned forward and into her, each pounding drive of his hitting with somewhat more wickedness than its predecessor. His fingers continued massaging her breasts, tugging on them with such strength Jill wondered if he would leave some permanent bruises on her breasts.
The brown-haired movie star's body shuddered as it had never responded before, and all the while Erik continued violently entering and re-entering her.He was making her inwardly sense every deliberate thrust. God! He was wickedly wonderful in the way he got to her. Not seeing him prevented her from looking at his grossness, and as a result she was even more aroused, her mind picturing the man attached to the mighty prong to be as magnificent as the organ he was hurling into her with repetitive delight. His thrusting movements kept building fiery pylons of wanton lust higher in her desire-filled body, and now she was no longer thinking of the movie, of her hate for him, or of her plans for vengeance. All that was left was to enjoy the final remaining seconds before he climaxed, and from the way his broad cock swelled even more now that it was inside her, she knew the producer was damn close to the top. His thrusting powerpoint continued washing itself in the flowing wine emitted by her vagina, the organ slamming itself harder and harder into her vaginal crevasses, making her grunt softly. .
Jill no longer allowed her mind to dwell on anything.
Thought at this moment was impossible. Her body was reacting automatically, her buttocks pumping madly back and forth, her gobbling vagina constantly gorging itself with the full length and breadth of his penis, hungry for more, never seeming to have enough of the delicious meat.
Erik was varying the pressure, building newer, greater sensations in the center of her turmoiled body. The taut velvet walls of her vagina inwardly wriggled and squirmed as it sucked tightly around the length of his phallus, enjoying the way it snaked in and out of her belly like a rigidly writhing python. She had the cock tightly surrounded with every backward thrust of her rounded hips, gasping as her hands held tightly to the arms of the chaise to give her even better leverage.
Jill's face, at the moment, was as flushed as the pink cheeks of her delightful ass, and she sighed with each masterful probing into her feminine center. The sounds of his phallus slamming in and out of her narrow womanly gully, roused her to ever greater, more fevered summits of need.
Erik Gordon looked at the bent-over body of the actress he had humbled before him, as he had humbled so many others. He had won again, and though she had taken a little longer to conquer than the others, she had finally come around to what he'd wanted. Here was another beautiful pussy who hated fat men and who had believed herself too good for him until he had waved money in her face-money he would make her earn by acting, so that he was, in essence, getting her body free of charge. She had thought herself incapable of really feeling anything for him. But the truth was, just as desire drives men, so does it drive women. This woman was starting to learn, first hand, that her body was just as much in need of cock as any other female body.
Completely the lover, the man rammed into her, slamming his scouring cock all the harder through her tender membranes, driving his strokes all the more firmly into her, feeling the tension in her body as he knew she was once again on the verge of a monumental orgasm. Her cuntwalls distended as her orgasm finally slammed into her, and she shrieked, "Eeeeyy gggg gghhhhaa aagggg hhhhuuuu uunnnngg!"
Her lush form convulsed maddeningly as the pounding length of cock sent shattering, blistering thrills charging uncontrollably through her responding body. As she enjoyed the throes of her inner satisfaction, she was aware of Erik's penis bloating the littlest bit more, and then it began spewing its contents into the well of her welcoming cunt.
"Hhhhaagggghh hh ... aauuww wwaannnngg!" he bellowed, and Jill felt the thick firehose blasting its heavy, white balm into her sucking interior, filling the core of her wide-open vagina with his oozing sperm. Her nostrils twitched, smelling an aroma she discovered to be arousing for the first time, and she was mentally glad she was still on the Pill.
She remained on her hands and knees on the webbed chaise, quivering with wonder as she felt the last delightful sensation of spurting sperm burst through her quivering body. Her entire self quaked and twitched, violently jerking as more of his bubbling male essence filled her lovely inner body. So much of it poured into her.
His cock finally wilted and he slowly withdrew it. He had enough strength to stagger to the other chase and lie down as Jill simply lay, belly-down on the one where he had fucked her.
"That's one great cunt you have there, Jill-baby," he told her. "I can see where I'm gonna make a lotta good use outta you here."
Jill didn't reply. For the moment, she as too worn out. In addition, shame was once again beginning to fill her, not because she had fucked, but because she had allowed herself to feel what this grotesque man had wanted her to feel.