Chapter 8
"I want those houses checked again, Vince," Laurie said, when the tranquilizer had calmed her down a bit but hadn't yet achieved its full effect. "All three addresses."
"Sure, Laurie," Vince replied. "We'll do it first thing tomorrow."
"No, sir," Laurie insisted. "I want them checked tonight. . . and by the police this time."
Vince turned a little pale. He walked over to the window and parted the drapes with his hands. After he'd stood there looking out for a couple of minutes, he turned back and said, "It's late, Laurie."
"I don't care how late it is," she said doggedly. "If you won't take me to the police, I'll go in a taxi."
Vince gritted his teeth. "I didn't say I wouldn't take you, honey. Just cool down for a minute and let me think."
Laurie couldn't help but cool down, what with the tranquilizer working on her, but her purpose was stronger than the drug and a moment later she said with finality, "Take me to the police now, Vince, or I'm going to call a taxi."
Evidently Vince had made up his mind, because he said, "Sure, baby, right now." Then he turned to Sue and winked so Laurie couldn't see, saying, "I'm not going to fool around with these hick cops in Evanston. I'm taking Laurie directly to headquarters in Chicago, where she'll be properly taken care of."
Sue frowned. "Isn't it a little soon, Vince? Do you think she's ready for that?"
"I'm ready," Laurie insisted.
"I don't have any choice, Sue," Vince said shortly.
"I guess not," Sue replied, throwing the gullible Laurie a compassionate glance. "Go on. Take her to Chicago. I can handle things here."
By the time she and Vince were entering a warehouse district nowhere near the Chicago police headquarters, Laurie was fairly well tranquilized. She'd stopped wondering about Vince's squirming and arm-waving in the phone booth, when he'd said he'd forgotten to make an important call and had stopped to do it just a few blocks from their motel. But her mind was only calm, not inactive, and when he stopped the bus behind a big black car in front of an old three-story warehouse, she knew it wasn't the police station.
"Why are we stopping here, Vince?" she asked tensely.
"This is where our company offices are located," Vince explained as he shut off the lights and engine. "I have to stop by and explain things before we cause any bad publicity."
"To hell with explaining to the company," Laurie said. "We're going to the police anyway . . . aren't we?"
"Sure we are, honey, but what difference could a few minutes make? Mister Lovato is expecting us. He's the important call I had to make. He said he'd meet us here. Come on, Laurie. My ass will really be in a sling if I don't take you up and clear this with the big boss first."
"He won't try to stop us from going to the police just to avoid some stupid publicity, will he?" Laurie asked worriedly.
"Of course not!" Vince assured her. "That's the reason for stopping off here, honey. Mister Lovato has connections with the police. He can get your case taken care of right now, and avoid any bad publicity, too. Now do you see? Okay?"
"Okay," Laurie said reluctantly, and allowed Vince to help her from the bus.
Vince had a key to one of the doors. He used it, drew Laurie inside with him, then locked the door again and took her by the arm. Avoiding the trucks, crates and stacks of cardboard cartons, he led Laurie through the nearly pitch-dark lower floor of the warehouse and put her into a freight elevator at the back. They rode up to the third floor and got off. To their left was a row of offices, the first and second of which were lighted.
"The second one," Vince said, and opened the door for her.
Laurie preceded her boss into his boss' office and saw the massive Mister Lovato for the second time. Unlike their first meeting, the bald man wasn't smiling now. He was scowling, sitting in a swivel chair behind his great walnut desk and puffing nervously on a big green cigar.
Before Laurie could even say hello, the upset man barked, "Put her in there. Let's talk."
"Wait in here, Laurie," Vince said, hurrying her through the open door into the first office and closing the door in her face without so much as an explanation for their rudeness.
"Well!" Laurie huffed when she heard the door being locked on the opposite side. Feeling even more abused than ever, she stamped to a desk and plopped down in the secretarial chair behind it.
Laurie could hear Vince and Mister Lovato arguing in his private office. She couldn't make out their conversation but did catch a few words and phrases here and there. Mister Lovato's first name seemed to be Joe, because she heard Vince calling him that repeatedly, and she also heard him whining, "I had no choice, Joe! The kid's too goddamned smart! She put. . . and . . . things out!"
Wondering why the two men were arguing when they should have been getting her to the police, Laurie was about to yield to her curiosity and put her ear to the door when she heard the freight elevator jerk and start grinding down. She remained seated and waited tensely. The elevator stopped below, then began climbing again. It stopped at the third floor. Laurie heard footsteps; then the outer door to the office she was in opened and her heart leaped into her throat.
"Vince! Mister Lovato!" she shouted, running to the locked inner door and beating on it with her small fists. "It's the man! The man who raped me! He's here! Oh, God! He's here in the office! Help me! Don't let him get me!"
"Cool it, sugar," the beautiful young man named Tony said calmly as he sat down in a chair just inside the door and crossed his legs. "I ain't gonna lay a hand on you unless Joe gives the order."
Just then the door connecting the two offices opened and Joe Lovato stood in the doorway with his hands on his hips, frowning. "Took you long enough, Tony."
Tony shrugged. "Got here quick as I could, boss."
Laurie thought she was going to faint. The man who'd systematically degraded her on three separate occasions was calling her boss' boss boss. The mystery was nearly solved, but Laurie wished to God she'd had sense enough to leave it alone. Now she knew who was responsible for all the terrible things that had been happening to her, and she was afraid that all too soon she would also find out why.
She was scared to death, cold and shaking, but she said nothing. She was living a grotesque nightmare, and she knew only too well that the victims of nightmares have absolutely no control over what happens to them.
"Bring her in my office, Tony," Joe Lovato ordered. "Vince fucked it up good this time."
"I had to bring her here, Joe!" Vince insisted. "Goddamn it, she was going to the cops! She would've blown our whole setup sky-high!"
"Yeah, yeah, I know!" Laurie heard Lovato growl as Tony pushed her into the plush office ahead of him. "But what the shit are we gonna do with her now? She's not ready, Vince! If we go ahead and put her to work, she might still blow the whistle on us!"
Lovato whirled toward the cringing Laurie and shook his cigar at her. "You know what, sister? You're too smart for your own fuckin' good. We had plans for you, baby. Too bad you had to be a smart bitch and screw 'em up, because your pretty ass won't be worth a dime to you or us, either, layin' on the bottom of the lake."
"No," Vince protested, looking suddenly ill, "I won't have any part of murder, Joe. It isn't necessary. Will you listen to me?"
Laurie thought she'd been scared before. But now her teeth were chattering and she felt cold as ice despite the hot summer night. Oh, dear God, she thought. What have I gotten myself into! What kind of animals are these! Aloud she said, hardly recognizing her own fear-filled voice, "Don't kill me! Please don't kill me!"
"Shut up, cunt!" Lovato barked. "Talk, Vince, and make it fast. We gotta do something with her tonight."
"Put her in one of the animal shows for now," Vince suggested as he sweated profusely, "or in one of the cheap houses where she can be locked in and guarded. I got it, Joe. Put her in one of your nigger houses. Give her a month down there and she'll beg you to let her come out and be the high-priced call girl we picked her for."
"I dunno," Lovato said, glancing at Laurie-who was too stunned to utter a word-and flicking the long white ash off his cigar. "Be a lotta trouble, Vince. If she got loose before we broke her, we'd all be hanged, and you know it."
"Don't kill me!" Laurie begged. "Oh, God ... I don't want to die!"
"Would you rather be a whore?" Tony asked.
"Shut up, Tony!" Lovato snapped. "I'll handle this."
"She loves it, boss," Tony said. "She'll buckle in no time. Be one of the best girls you got in six months. I'd bet on it."
"We'll all be betting on it if we try her," Lovato said. "Long years in prison, we'll all be betting. Maybe even our goddamn lives! We've got Miss Morgan here against her will, boys. We didn't prepare her sufficiently for her new profession. We slipped up, or rather you and Vince did, and now we're guilty of KIDNAPING!!!" he thundered.
No one said a word for nearly two minutes. Her heart pounding wildly in her chest, Laurie glanced around for an escape route. There was none. Tony was coolly guarding one door, the nervous Vince the other. There was only a window, closed, through which Laurie had the insane urge to dive. But the hard pavement was three stories down, and she didn't want to die.
Finally Lovato spoke. "It's up to you, girl. You got a choice. I'm nuts for giving it to you, but you're a gorgeous cunt and I need you. You wanna die tonight or become one of my whores and live to a ripe old age?"
"I want to live," Laurie whimpered.
"Tell me," he said. "Say, 'I want to be one of your whores, Mister Lovato.' "
It was the most difficult sentence Laurie had ever uttered, but she forced herself to say the scaldingly humiliating words. "I . . . want to be ... one of your . . . w-whores, Mister Lovato."
"You forgot to say please. Ask me this time."
"Please!" Laurie wailed, tears streaming down her burning cheeks. "Please, Mister Lovato! M-may I be .. . one of your whores?"
"Yeah," he said. "I like the way you beg, honey. I'll give you a try . . . right now. Take off your clothes."
"Here? In front of all three of you?" Laurie gasped.
"You might as well get used to it, sugar," Tony said. "Joe Lovato's whores have no shame . . . and if you wanna live, you'll shed yours right along with your clothes."
"Take 'em off," Lovato growled.
Laurie unbuttoned her blouse and slipped out of it. Tony unhooked her brassiere and she removed it also, her firm tits sagging only slightly despite their size. She could feel the evil eyes of Joe Lovato admiring her breasts, and again she had to fight back the urge to dash past him and dive through the window.
She kicked off her loafers as she unfastened her skirt, then let it fall around her feet and kicked it to the side. "Please," Laurie whined, "not in front of all three of you!"
"Would you rather go for a swim with your feet in concrete?" Lovato asked, smirking.
Feeling as if she were the victim in a bad horror movie, but realizing this was brutally real and they were playing for keeps, Laurie hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and half-slip, then stooped as she pushed them down her lovely legs and stepped from both undergarments at the same time. With her hands covering her pubis, because despite Tony's warning she simply could not shed her shame along with her clothes, the tormented girl stood up.
"Take off your socks, too, baby," Lovato ordered. "I got some regular clients who like to lick pretty feet and suck dainty toes. Lemme see if your feet are as pretty as the rest of you."
Cringing, Laurie leaned against the edge of his desk and removed one sock, then the other, dropping them on the pile of her discarded clothing.
"Yeah," Lovato said, nodding approval, "I can use you most anywhere. All you gotta do is stay in line and obey orders. Think you can do that to save your life, Miss Morgan?"
"I'll t-try," Laurie quickly replied.
"You'd better try, cunt," he snapped, pinching the nipple of her left tit as he sat down on the edge of his desk and spread his legs. "Here's your first order. Let's see how you perform with your life at stake. Unzip my pants and take out my cock."
The pain from his pinch lingering in her tender nipple, Laurie reached toward his crotch with a shaking hand. Her head lowered in shame and with tears misting her eyes, she opened the big man's fly and tried not to show her disgust as she fished out his flaccid peter.
"Now, Miss Morgan, if you'll be so kind as to get down on your knees and take my cock in your mouth."
Kindness had nothing to do with it, but out of fear Laurie dropped to her knees and took the limp organ into her reluctant mouth.
"Don't let me feel your teeth or I'll knock them out for you," she heard the terrible man say as she began sucking and licking his spongy appendage. "That's it. I see that you already know how to give blowjobs."
"I taught her how," Vince, who was obviously in disfavor, volunteered.
"At least you did one thing right," Lovato admitted. "I think the little darling is sucking me up a hard-on already. How about it, Miss Morgan, is my pecker getting stiff?"
"Yes, sir," Laurie said, taking her mouth off the detested rising dong.
"Well, don't stop. Go on. Maybe I'll let you suck me all the way off. Would you like that?"
Laurie shook her head.
Lovato slapped her. "You gave the wrong answer."
"Yes," Laurie whimpered, her cheek stinging.
"Yes what, whore?"
"I want to suck you off," she groaned.
"Then proceed, my dear, by all means," he chuckled evilly, grabbing a handful of her auburn hair and ramming his cock into her gasping mouth.
Resigning herself to the distasteful task, Laurie began bobbing her head at the cruel man's loins, sucking his dick until it was bone-hard and bracing herself for the dreaded moment when he would ejaculate into her mouth.
She was not to be let off so easily, however. Joe Lovato owned the warehouse they were in, but it was only a front for his more lucrative business of white slavery. His reason for sexing Laurie wasn't for his pleasure or hers. Vince, whom Lovato paid handsomely for each beautiful young girl he delivered, hadn't prepared Laurie sufficiently to accept her new role in life. Lovato's only reason for sexing her was to degrade her so thoroughly that Laurie would accept whoredom and cause him no trouble.
"That's enough for now, cocksucker," Lovato said, and when Laurie gladly jerked her mouth off his rod, he put his hand on her forehead and toppled her backward onto the carpeted floor. "Don't move. Stay right there and spread your legs. Finger yourself for us. Give us a good show, Miss Morgan."
Laurie's cheeks had already been burning with shame, but now they felt as if they were on fire. However, she didn't dare refuse, so she shut her eyes to block out the three watching faces and obeyed her second order. She spread her legs, then sank the middle finger of her right hand palm deep into her slightly moist sex hole and began pumping it in and out.
"Take off your clothes, Tony," Lovato said. "I want you to give her some more of that big dong you said she liked. I want to see just how well she does like it."
"My pleasure, boss," the petrified Laurie heard the man she hadn't been able to resist only that afternoon reply.
Despite her circumstances, Laurie began to feel a tiny bit of pleasure as she fingered her cunt and tried not to think about what was coming next. But trying not to think about something makes one think about it even more, Laurie soon discovered, and she couldn't help worrying about how she would react when Tony put it in her in front of the other men. I won't respond, Laurie told herself. I know Tony for what he is now. He may look like a movie star, but he's actually a vicious man. And Vince. .. oh, God, how could I have been so wrong about him! If only I'd listened to Tom! Then I wouldn't be here. . . taking orders from that baldheaded monster who's going to turn me into a whore!
"Okay, sugar," Tony said as he knelt between Laurie's legs, himself naked now. "Get your finger out of that gorgeous snatch and take hold of the cock you love best." I love Tom's best! Laurie felt like screaming, but she didn't. Wanting to end her present misery in the shortest possible time, she backed her finger from her juicy hole and grasped the eight-inch prong poised for entry into her unwilling body.
"That's it," Tony encouraged. "Be a nice little prostitute and put it in for me."
Laurie began crying again as she fitted the rounded tip of the thick dick between the slick lips of her parted vulva. Obediently, she guided the head into her, then clenched her eyes as she released his shaft and felt it sinking slowly into her, dilating her satiny vagina and probing deep into her quivering belly. When the velvety cockhead nudged the mouth of her womb, an involuntary sigh broke from her trembling lips.
Oh, God, she thought, when she felt his warm, hairy nuts snuggling into the crack of her wriggling ass, I don't want it to feel good!
What Laurie wanted didn't seem to matter to her body any more than it mattered to the evil men whose clutches she'd fallen into. It felt good to have her cunt chock-full of long, fat cock, and there was nothing she could do about her physical response. That isn't to say she didn't try not to like it, because she did, and desperately. She held her breath and made her small hands into fists as Tony began stroking his huge rod in and out of her tight, hot sex slot.
Damn it, damn it, damn it, her tortured mind chanted. I do love his cock. Ohhh, it's heavenly! But I hate him, and I won't give the bastards the satisfaction of knowing I'm so weak and sinful! No matter how good it gets. I'm just going to lie here and not move a muscle!
It took barely more than a minute of serious fucking from Tony to break down the lines of communication between the mistreated girl's mind and loins. Laurie was dismayed when she realized her hips had turned Judas and were betraying her by starting to work with the thrusting man.
"No!" she gasped, and made her ass remain on the floor. For about ten seconds. Then it began moving again and she found herself powerless to stop it. "Nooo!" she groaned. "Oh, noooo!"
"Looks like you were right, Tony boy," Laurie heard the big man say with delight. "The little cunt does love it. Can't seem to help herself, can she?" he asked, then laughed raucously.
"Shut up!" Laurie sobbed. "I c-can't help it! Don't laugh at me! Oh, Father in heaven ... I feel so dirty!"
"Sweet cock, sugar?" Tony asked, throwing a series of hard, rapid thrusts into her.
"Swe-sweet cock!" Laurie moaned, sliding her arms around him and hammering her sopping snatch up to him now.
"That's enough, Tony," Lovato said. "Now that Miss Morgan wants your dong, take it away from her."
Tony withdrew his long organ and got up, leaving Laurie lying on the floor, writhing and panting.
"Beg for it," Lovato said. "Beg real nice and maybe I'll let Tony finish you."
"You evil sonovabitch!" Laurie screamed. "No! Goddamn you, I won't beg! Kill me! I think I'd rather be dead!"
"Ah, yes," Lovato sighed. "That's what we were after, Miss Morgan. Now that we've aroused your righteous indignation and driven your fighting spirit out into the open . . . well, you'll see soon enough. We wouldn't want to tell little Laurie what's in store for her, would we, boys? She'll enjoy it so much more if we surprise her. Vince, help Tony pick her up. Bend her over my desk and hold her down."
As Vince and Tony grasped her arms and lifted her from the floor, Laurie saw Joe Lovato unbuckling his broad belt. "Don't whip me! Please, Mister Lovato, don't beat me! Is that what you're going to do?!"
"You'll find out soon enough what I'm going to do, Miss Morgan. And you'll take it, whatever it is. Because you're mine now. Just like Negroes were once captured and sold, Vince has captured you and sold you to me. You're my slave, Miss Morgan. Do you understand?"
By then, the other two men had Laurie bent over the massive walnut desk, with her ass sticking up and her head and shoulders pinned to the desk top. Her face was pointed toward the naked Tony, and though her view took him in from thighs to navel all she could seem to focus on was his erect, sex-wetted penis and the heavy sac of balls below it. It was impossible for the helpless girl to see what Joe Lovato intended to do to her, but expecting to receive a brutal lash from his wicked-looking belt at any second, Laurie braced herself for the painful blow. She would not beg again, and if he expected her to say she was his slave, then he was in for a disappointment. Now that she was having a taste of the abject servitude which being one of Joe Lovato's whores portended, Laurie was actually beginning to wish she had dived through the window when she'd had the chance.
The whipping Laurie dreaded never materialized. Joe Lovato had been removing his pants and shorts, not merely his belt, and when he was ready he stepped up behind the defenseless girl and grasped her by her flared hips. With his knees, he pushed Tier legs apart, then thrust his spit-slick dick into her slippery pussy without letting her know what was coming until she had it all. His five inches couldn't compare with Tony's big rod, but it felt good to Laurie in her already aroused condition. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, having no choice but to lie ignominiously across his desk and take the fucking he was giving her.
She was beginning to utter tiny cries of unwanted pleasure when, without warning, Lovato's dick retreated from her accepting pussy and burst through the impossibly tight opening of her vulnerable anus. As the rock-hard organ sped up her butt, Laurie experienced the most intense pain of her young life.
"Aargh!" she yelled, throwing back her head even though Vince was trying to hold it down. Then she caught her breath and vented her anguished humiliation with an earsplitting, "AAAARRRRGGGGhHHH!!!"
"Stick your dick in her mouth, Tony," Lovato panted, his fingers biting into Laurie's soft hips as he began sodomizing her aching asshole with callous disconcem for the suffering his plunging rod was causing her. "That'll shut the little bitch up. Go on . . . ram it down her throat!"
The bulging glans enlarged the ringed portion of Laurie's throat when Tony complied with his boss' order and jammed it past the choking girl's tonsils. She couldn't get enough air, and the pain was ripping her apart. Laurie knew she was dying, but suddenly Lovato barked an order and all three of the men backed away from her.
The abused girl slid snakelike off the desk and crumpled onto the floor, moaning and heaving for air. They left her alone for a couple of minutes. Laurie could hear Joe Lovato talking, but her mind was too numb to register his words. When Tony rolled her over and mounted her, Laurie didn't have the strength or the will to stop him from plunging his cock into her dripping, hair-ringed hole.
"Ohhhh," she moaned, feeling his glans jolt her uterus as he hit bottom. And when he began fucking her hard and fast, all she could do was whimper with pleasure and embrace him.
"Okay, Tony--now," Lovato said.
Laurie could feel the earth spinning around her, or thought she could, when actually all that was happening was a roll-over, with Tony holding her by the ass as he swung onto his back and brought her on top of him.
"Spread her," Lovato ordered.
A tremor of fearful anticipation racked Laurie's turned-on body when she felt Tony's fingers sliding between the cheeks of her soft rump and spreading them wide-open. She was mentally alert enough to guess what was coming but dazed and hot enough not to be truly alarmed. Then she felt it--the sleek head of Joe Lovato's prick-pressing into the stretched brown opening of her winking anus.
"Aaaaah," she moaned at the feel of his cockhead popping into her, and as it reamed deep into her dark tunnel she chanted, "Ohhh, ohhh, ohhhh!"
"We'll make a whore of her yet," Lovato said, sort of groaning as he ground his pelvis against the creamy, resilient globes of her buttocks with his rod balls-deep into her asshole. "I think she likes being double-fucked."
"Uuuh . . . unnnmmmm!" Laurie couldn't help uttering, because she did like it. Every nerve in her subservient body was keenly aware of the fantastic pleasure which having two cocks in her at the same time afforded the astonished girl. She could feel them each separately and both of them together, and the sensation of being full to overflowing was simply divine. Then Lovato began screwing her tautly stretched anus with short, jabbing motions, rocking her on the eight inches of thrilling meat in her fluttering pussy.
Laurie could feel the two male organs brushing each other through the thin membrane separating her anal and cuntal passages, and she wanted them to never stop fucking her. She knew then that it was too late, that she was lost forever to a life of lust as one of Joe Lovato's whores.
"How about it, Miss Morgan?" Lovato asked, his hot breath brushing over her ear. "Do you like being fucked by two men at the same time?"
"Yessss!" she moaned. "God help me . . . but I do! I love it! Harder, Mister Lovato . . . fuck me harder!"
"You're my new little whore, aren't you?" Lovato asked, buggering her furiously at her own request.
"Y-your . . . WHORE!" Laurie cried.
"Since you like getting it from two men so well, my hot-assed little whore, I think I'll let you try three. Would you like that? Shall I have Vince fuck your mouth, too?"
"Doooo!" Laurie moaned. "Ohhhh . .. please do! I love Vince's cock! I wanna suck it . . . again . . . right n-now!"
"You heard the lady, Vince," Lovato said, laughing, his dick pistoning in the lust-crazed girl's furnace-like butthole. "Take your pecker out and stick it in the new recruit's mouth. Let her suck you off one last time."
"She's coming on strong, Joe," Vince said as he eagerly whipped out his stiff meat and sat down beside the unholy three-way union. He pulled Laurie's head into his lap and let her take his cock into her mouth of her own volition. "I told you she would, didn't I? Am I off the hook now?"
"You won't be off the hook 'til I can send the cunt out by herself and not have to worry about her going to the cops instead of where I want her," Lovato answered, humping happily away at Laurie's delightful ass. "Enjoy your blowjob, Vince. We'll talk later."
Laurie had to strain her neck in order to do justice to the cock in her mouth, and strain it she did. It was the most depraved, lascivious, exciting moment of her heretofore normal life, and the wildly aroused girl gave herself over to the incredible lust which taking on three men at once sent soaring inside her overheated body.
Her head bobbed rapidly on Vince's tasty stalk, with her tongue whipping the glans each time she topped his organ. It was as if some demon from the fiery pits of hell had taken over her body and soul. Her lips distended obscenely around Vince's sturdy shaft, clinging to it while she lifted her head; then her cheeks would draw in as she sucked voraciously with only the tangy head in her mouth and her tongue laving like crazy over his rounded tip before she plunged her head down again and engulfed nearly every bit of his six inches.
Her pretty head wasn't all that Laurie was moving, either. None of the men had to do a thing. They'd finally found and pushed her on-button, and now Laurie was gladly doing all the work. Her midsection was straining even harder than her neck, and moving faster. Up and down her flashing hips pumped as she joyfully impaled herself on the eight-inch tool in her cunt, then snapped back to take every fraction of the smaller one up her throbbing asshole.
"Suck that cock, sugar!" Tony hissed, and Laurie tried to swallow Vince, balls and all, not stopping 'til his twitching cockhead was lodged deep in her throat and her soft lips were mashed into the coarse hair surrounding the base of his scrumptious prong.
"She's made for it," Joe Lovato grunted, reaching around Laurie's sweat-soaked torso and squeezing her big, bouncing tits.
Then Tony stuck his hot tongue in her ear and swirled it around wetly, making Laurie whimper through her passion-dilated nostrils and nearly go out of her mind from all the physical stimulation being pumped into her.
"Go, Laurie! Go, baby!" Vince urged.
And go she did, frantically fucking and sucking as if this insane moment was the sole reason for her existence. It was impossible for Laurie to tell which of the cocks started spewing into her first. All she knew was that suddenly, gloriously, she was coming as she'd never come before and being hosed with streams of hot male fuck juice in all three of her erogenous orifices at the same time. Three reservoirs of sperm were being emptied into her via three jerking, twitching cocks, with Laurie shuddering and sobbing her bliss through her flared nostrils. She wasn't about to take her mouth from Vince's flowing fountain, because his viscous cum was ambrosia and she wanted every drop he could give her.
Tony's steaming jizz was flying out the tip of his ballooning cockhead and bathing the ultrasensitive mouth of Laurie's convulsively spasming womb, and it felt so marvelous that she hoped he had a gallon to squirt.
Deep in the dark recesses of her clasping anal canal lay Joe Lovato's throbbing glans, and it, too, was pumping jet after hot jet of semen into her quaking body, giving her an enema which thrilled her to the core of her being.
As she gulped down Vince's massive load of cream and her insides went wild around the orgasmically twitching dongs in her ass and pussy, Laurie wondered dimly if she would ever be able to get enough cock. It seemed to her passion-fogged mind that the more she had the better it got, and the better it got the more she wanted.
Maybe I was meant to be a whore all along, she thought, just before her own climax peaked and the ecstasy became too great for human flesh to bear, causing her to blow up with an epileptic-like seizure before she screamed shrilly and passed out cold.