Chapter 11
Elgin Stafford, his big frame attired in a toga-like garment that befitted his Caesarian position, paced the floor of his sprawling office-suite like an expectant father, inspecting each detail of the hastily-assembled Grecian decor for authenticity. If Tony Brinkman wanted a movie, he thought generously, then by God, he was going to give him a spectacular!
Peggy Norcross, dressed in a flowing white satin gown that did little to conceal her ample teenage breasts and hollowing buttocks, followed her employer around with a slavish ambience, carefully attending to details in compliance with his wishes. She paid particular attention to the camera set-ups, both those for the actual filming and the unit that was to show the film Stafford had personally selected to get everyone into the proper mood.
Casually, Elgin looked at his watch. "Well, I guess that about does it, Peggy," he announced. "We've got just enough time for a drink before our 'guest-of-honor' arrives."
Obediently, Peggy went to the bar and began to build a brace of gibbons-just the way he'd taught her, giving the cocktail onions a slight pinch and a healthy back spin as she plunked them into long-stemmed glasses. As she glanced around at her surroundings she, too, was impressed with Stafford's choice of decor. Of course, Metaxas would have been more in the spirit of the evening than gibbons, but even gods were known to make an occasional faux pas.
By the time Saturday afternoon arrived, Carol was in a state of prodigious agitation and ambivalent excitement. She was horrified at the position she had gotten herself into, yet secretly thrilled as well. There was a nagging guilt and a deep-rooted fear on the young mother's part that perhaps her willingness to comply with the wishes of her baby sister had to do with more than just "getting it out of her system." Perhaps, just perhaps, she worried sickly, she was just a little whore at heart ... like Vikki and her likeable roommate, Angel.
Idly, she fixed lunch for the entire crew before Angel whisked Grant off for a ride on the Staten Island ferry or something. She didn't eat much of it, just picked, and sipped coffee, and wished she was dead ... or being fucked to within an inch of her life. In a weird, curiously masochistic sort of way, she had been fantasizing almost constantly since her and Vikki's "sisterly" conversation as to what she might expect from her upcoming "date." In some strange way, Carol reasoned that she was somehow absolved of personal liability as far as her enjoying it might be concerned. After all, she was only acting rationally-an attribute that Fred himself had put a high premium on.
Shortly after lunch, Vikki had gone out to do some shopping and Carol had decided to spend the time she had to herself in the bathtub. Maybe I can soak these blues away, she sighed hopefully.
As she waited for the tub to fill, she peeled off her frayed little housecoat and inspected her voluptuous body in the full-length mirror on the bathroom wall, as if the bruises on her very soul might actually show through her translucent white skin. Then, satisfied that that wasn't the case, she turned to shut off the taps and eased slowly down into the warm and foamy water. Her thoughts trailed off momentarily then, as she picked up a washcloth and began to soap it into a thick, creamy lather. Scrubbing first one slender arm and then the other, she felt her satiny skin prickle sensuously against the rough nap of the washcloth and realized that she was already in a state of semi-readiness. She was looking forward to the coming evening, and there was no use in pretending that she wasn't. She wanted to be screwed by a lascivious stranger who would treat her like so much meat ... And worse, she wanted to be forced into it!
Inexplicably, the soapy washcloth found its way to the forty-inch bust line of which she was justly proud, lathering and scrubbing her puffy, berry-like pink nipples into rubbery erection. They tilted up proudly, shiny from the soap, swollen and throbbing almost as if ... as if someone had been sucking on them. Oh God, she thought, I only hope I can go through with this. Yet, somehow, deep within her most secret soul, she knew that she would be there ... with bells on.
Vikki was as surprised and delighted as her sister at the accompanying authentic dinner of mousaka and dolmadakia that Elgin Stafford had had specially catered from The Seventh Veil-New York's most exclusive Greek restaurant. At first she'd been concerned about how Carol would take it, but now, as she studied her lovely older sister's profile across the low Grecian table from her, she felt certain that everything would proceed according to plan.
Both sisters were wearing the flowing robe-like gowns that Elgin had sent over for the occasion, identical to Peggy's but for color. Vikki's gown, in keeping with the lighter coppery cast of her hair, was a shimmering pastel yellow, while the robin's egg hue of Carol's garment brought out the deep blue of her eyes and the deeper rusty highlights of her crowning tresses.
Carol fidgeted slightly on her pillow next to Elgin Stafford as Peggy got to her feet and began to clear away the dishes. She had no idea what role the pretty young blonde was to play in the evening's festivities, or just what it was all going to cost Vikki, who'd so graciously agreed to pick up the tab. Surely the price would be overwhelming. But then, she thought lewdly, perhaps all this unexpected extravagance would lead to something truly debauched ... something even wilder than the thoughts she'd been entertaining about Herbie Gatewood. Anyway, she hoped so; if one was going to wallow in wickedness, then the more bizarre, the better ...!
Elgin Stafford was obviously delighted with his young ward for the evening; she wasn't just beautiful, she was stunning, radiant and as fresh as a proverbial daisy. It was hard to believe that she was the kid's mother, but then he'd had similar reservations when he'd met Grant earlier in the day-that he looked too big to have a mother who was only thirty-four. Ironically, he thought how "amusing" it would be if Tony Brinkman didn't believe it. Nonetheless, he thoroughly intended to see his little project through if, for nothing else, just to get his mouth on those fabulous titties of hers. And, besides, hadn't he caught her stealing glances at his crotch all through dinner?
He could tell that she was nervous about the whole thing, but that only added to his excitement. That, and the knowledge that her own son would be waiting in the outer office, listening to the entire affair over the intercom system.
"Peggy," the big man announced suddenly, "why don't you hit those lights ... I think the girls are in the mood for a little entertainment now!"
Carol felt her pulse quicken suddenly as the room went suddenly black. Well, girl, she reminded herself, this is it!
Grant Bauer let himself in quietly through the front door and sat down at Peggy's desk as he'd been instructed. He reached forward carefully and pressed the switch labeled "Listen," then leaned back in the chair and folded his hands behind his head. Already, his teenage penis was jerking in his pants, and all he had to do was close his eyes to remember the way the tremendous bulge in Elgin Stafford's slacks had looked when the lewd man had outlined the details of the "party" for him that afternoon. Just the idea of that big evil salami sawing in and out of his sweet little mother's pussy was enough to send shivers of lewd delight coursing through him, let alone being able to listen to and, later, to take part in it.
He fiddled with the volume control for a second, then leaned back again to listen as the buzz of the movie projector sputtered in over the set. Idly, his hands dropped down to his lap to rub and fondle himself in anticipation of what was yet to come ...
A tremor of curious anticipation knifed through Carol's abdomen as she watched the title, THE EDUCATION OF KELLY SHIGETA flash onto the screen that had been electronically lowered against a distant wall. She felt her pillow sag slightly as Stafford moved a little closer to her, whispering. "You'll love this one, dollface!" She huddled low where she sat, catching her breath and tensing as a nearly naked, voluptuously built brunette girl flashed onto the screen in living color. God, she'd never seen anything so lewd in her life!
The girl stood with her hands on her naked hips. She had clothes on, but not many, as she grinned brazenly into the camera. Her face was partially hidden behind a white mask, that left her full black-rouged lips clearly visible. The girl was wearing a while silk cape that was thrown back over her naked shoulders, revealing her melon-shaped breasts in all their rounded loveliness. Her nipples were deep purple and swollen, tilting upwards like luscious ripe plums. Her lithe young torso was naked except for a contrasting black leather corset that pinched and molded the velvety alabaster flesh of her already-narrow waist to an unbelievable breathtaking thinness. On her long slender legs she wore black leather platform boots that stretched to mid-thigh. In her black-gloved hands she idly fingered a stiff leather riding crop.
Oh, my! Carol breathed heavily, squirming deeper into the pillow. Oh my!
The masked girl grinned at the camera and slowly, wantonly, licked her luscious lips. Teasingly, the camera took in her figure, moving in for a close-up of her jutting mound of Venus and her thick wedge of black pubic hair. Lewdly, on cue, the girl ground her hips at the camera in an obscene parody of love making.
Carol watched mesmerized, her blue eyes wide, as the girl's cuntal lips parted with a velvety spread that permitted everyone to see the glistening pink interior flesh that betrayed her obscene excitement. The camera pulled back then, to take in all of her voluptuousness. Her breasts were high riding and thrust out provocatively.
The masked girl turned, with the camera getting an exciting shot of her nakedly rounded buttocks. She pointed beyond to a lush-figured Japanese girl who was sprawled seductively on a bed. The girl didn't look a day over fifteen ... and so defenseless. The masked girl strode across the room, the camera following her as she walked to the bed. Her full breasts jiggled as she walked. Her whip hissed through the air again, snapping itself with an ugly crack right above the girl's nakedly trembling stomach. The camera lingered over the frightened girl's body for a moment as she pressed her legs together and tried to huddle over and away from the whip and the prying camera. Once more the small whip hissed. Bare flesh was stung by the tip of the vicious little weapon and an angry red streak appeared on the girl's slender white tight. Again the whip whistled and she cringed away.
Carol gasped in horror as the Japanese girl jumped and recoiled, her breasts jumping and quivering in her efforts to avoid the cruel lash, but, again the riding crop cracked, bringing another livid red welt out on her shoulder and arm. The whole situation seemed bizarre and unreal to the young mother, and for a lingering moment she debated getting up and walking out of the room. Yet, there was something lewdly compelling about the scene that won out in the end.
With a sadistic grin on her masked face, the brunette motioned for the Oriental girl to roll over on her back. Obediently, the girl rolled over, her legs held tightly together, her eyes tightly shut. The camera seemed to gloat over her nakedly helpless figure and the two angry red welts on her creamy golden skin. Once more the menacing stiff whip cracked its warning less than two inches above her fearfully cringing figure.
Carol shuddered in breathless anticipation, oblivious to the presence of Elgin Stafford sitting next to her. It was a frightening moment as the girl slowly spread her tapering golden legs, and the rusty-haired mother could see the swollen velvet lips of her pussy part as if of their own volition.
The masked girl again stepped into the camera frame, grinning viciously down at the girl, her flashing white teeth sparkling beneath her mask. Yet again the riding crop snapped, and the young girl's mouth opened wide in the silent scream of fear, her body recoiling. Terrified, the girl once again spread her long golden legs as far as she could. The cords along her inner thighs stood out like velvet ropes as she spread them. The whip hissed another warning over her body and the girl cringed and bent her knees upwards. Then she lay there, her naked breasts quivering as she heaved for breath, her legs split wide open, tears of anguish streaming down her cheeks.
Carol felt confusion. At once her heart went out in sympathy to the girl in the picture, while at the same time she was secretly thrilled by the savage treatment the luscious brunette in the mask was subjecting her to! The camera zoomed in for a close shot of the Japanese girl's defenseless little cunt with its vaginal lips spread wide. The young mother could clearly see the moisture making her slit glisten ... she could see that her tiny clitoris was erect and oiled with excitement. And then she gasped as she realized that the frightened girl was becoming sexually aroused by the terrible things that were happening to her!
The camera pulled back to show the pale-skinned girl with her whip and mask leering down at the cowering Oriental girl. Reluctantly taking her eyes from the lewdly tempting form of the young woman, the statuesque brunette turned and walked toward the camera. A look of passion went over her face then as her lips twisted into a wanton smile. The camera pulled back slightly to show her free hand in a delicious close-up-slowly and sensuously caressing her own cunt! Her black-gloved fingers spread her wetly glistening vaginal lips, revealing the coralline flesh that throbbed with each excited beat of her pulse. Idly, she cracked the riding crop and grinned again at the camera.
Every fiber of Carol's being was locked in concentration on the screen. In a dramatic cape-sweeping gesture, the masked girl stepped aside and the camera again zoomed in for a close-up of the girl on the bed, her legs split obscenely wide, one arm shielding her eyes from the glaring light. Her ripe vagina was swollen and gaping, the tightly clenched cheeks of her buttocks quivering under the strain. The young mother fidgeted nervously. It was as if someone had just kicked her in the stomach. She sat open-mouthed and utterly speechless. She was watching two beautiful indecent girls, posing nakedly and obscenely, engaged in something that she had never known before. There was a great longing now, a streaking sexual hunger so strong in her that she was literally blinded by passion for a fleeting moment.
Carol slumped down on the pillow, her passion-glazed eyes drifting back up to the film ... and the totally naked man who had joined the girls in the interim. She'd seen Fred naked before, on any number of occasions, but she'd never even imagined a penis like the one up on the screen! It was huge-nine throbbing inches long and two in diameter. And, right before her very eyes, it seemed to be growing still larger!
The nameless man, himself wearing a red mask that enhanced his satanic appearance, his muscular tanned body glistening with an oily sheen, stroked himself lewdly as he gaped down at the helpless girl on the bed with her slender legs still spread wide. The camera closed in on his huge growing cock like a beast of prey, keeping meticulous watch as he slowly stroked it to pulsing gargantuan life, peeling the loose flap of foreskin back over the slippery lust-purpled head until the blood-engorged tip flared out wickedly. Abruptly, the sadistic masked girl moved forward and roughly grabbed the cowering Nisei girl, forcing her over onto her hands and knees. The brunette "mistress" was obviously enjoying herself as she smiled and ran one gloved finger up and down the length of the girl's gleaming slit, her own hips pumping forward obscenely.
Carol gasped as she saw one outstretched black-gloved finger probing for the elastic nether ring of the tiny anus and, finding it, plunge brutally and wildly in. And then, she felt herself jerk reflexively as Elgin Stafford's big hairy arm encircled her tiny waist and pulled her closer to him.
"What do you think of the picture so far, honey?" he breathed hotly into her ear.
Even before she could calculate an appropriate response, the young mother could feel his other hand creeping under the hem of her robe to caress her naked legs beneath. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't bring herself to admit just how hot the movie was making her. Instead, she spread her legs slightly, then reached down and took hold of Stafford's wrist, guiding his probing paw to the strip of wet nylon at the juncture of her thighs. If she couldn't bring herself to tell him how much she was enjoying the activities on the screen, she reasoned, then she would show him!
In her obvious terror, the Japanese girl in the movie failed to notice the man moving closer to the bed ... not until it was too late. She looked up and gasped as he seized her by both arms, grabbing her slender wrists and forcing them cruelly behind her back. Then, to her apparent horror, she realized that the masked girl had just handed him a pair of handcuffs!
After a short struggle, the girl lay still, panting, her chin resting on the bed spread, her conical breasts heaving, while the brunette beamed at the edge of the bed. Suddenly, the riding crop snaked through the air again to leave a livid crimson welt across the girl's upturned naked ass. Instinctively, she glanced in fear at her two vile captors for a sign of remission that she knew deep within her soul would never come. Again, the vicious little whip lashed out ... and again ... and again. And then, abruptly, the raven-haired dominatrix with the wild gypsy eyes cast the evil instrument of torture aside and flew to an open night case on the dresser that adorned a distant wall.
Grant could actually hear the heavy breathing in the adjoining room, even above the whir of the projector. His hands were still busy at his crotch, but now his cock was out in the open and he fondled it lewdly, slowly stroking the foreskin up and down to cap and uncap the satiny purple head It might not be as big as Mr. Stafford's, he knew, but it was a pretty imposing hunk of meat in any case, and he was sure his mom would love it.
More excited than he'd ever been in his life, the horny young teenager got to his feet and began to pace the brief distance between the desk and the connecting door like a caged cat. He knew it would be foolish to barge in now and spoil the whole thing before it even got off the ground but, damnit, he just had to have a look!
Dousing the lights in the outer office, Grant touched the knob on the door like it was hot, twisting it slowly and inching the door open a fraction-of-an-inch at a time. It took a moment for his eyes to grow accustomed to the darkness, but gradually he began to discern human shapes in the dismal light being reflected from the images on the screen. He couldn't see the movie from his vantage point, but he could make out the robe-clad figure of Aunt Vikki sidling closer to the blonde girl he'd been introduced to earlier as Mr. Stafford's secretary. And beyond, sprawled lewdly on an enormous Grecian pillow, he could see the unmistakable beauty of his mother and Aunt Vikki's boss. Sweet fucking Jesus! his mind registered soberly. He's got his goddam hand shoved right up Mom's robe!
Totally oblivious to her unseen "audience," Carol emitted an audible gasp at the dual thrills of Elgin Stafford's beefy fingers massaging of her smooth upper thighs and the visual images on the screen. Her heart threatened to beat right through her robe as she watched the masked girl return from the dresser with a huge and shiny dildo with an almost unimaginably wicked curve to it. God, she thought, surely she isn't planning to use that ... that "thing" on that poor girl! And yet, she knew perfectly well that she was, and the idea thrilled her to the core.
It was wrong to be sitting there watching; worse still to know that she, too, would soon be fucked by an out-and-out stranger ... and paying for it as well. And yet, at the same time, the movie was the most exciting thing she'd ever seen in her life. She moaned as she watched the brunette approach the cringing Oriental girl on the bed, grinding her own crotch up lewdly against Stafford's hairy hand in an effort to excite him to even greater liberties. Already her thin nylon panties were soaked through and through, the leg band pulling up tightly between the slightly-parted lips of her pussy.
The man in the movie stood leeringly by, seemingly content to let the beautiful brunette control the activities on-screen. Then, his thickly swollen cock swaying before him like an evil bowsprit, he walked over to the night stand that stood by the side of the bed and pulled a jar of Vaseline out of the top drawer. Lewdly smearing the greasy concoction over his livid penile flesh, he looked down at the bed and saw the Nisei girl's nakedly writhing buttocks and grinned with wicked delight at the network of scarlet welts that marked their dusky loveliness.
Resignedly, the girl let her naked shoulders drop to the bed, her lush golden breasts swinging forward from their own weight until the swollen tips of her nipples brushed lightly across the surface of the bedspread. From the corner of her eye she could see the evil man busily greasing up his penis, a look of surprise crossing her pretty features as he stepped up behind the masked girl rather than herself and sweeping the white cape aside began to insinuate his cock in the crevice of the brunette's pale-fleshed ass squeezed out below the flaring bottom edge of the corset. Then, her heart caught in her throat as the masked girl reached for the jar of Vaseline and began to anoint the wicked dildo she held so lovingly in her long-nailed fingers.
"My God," Carol gasped suddenly, "what's she going to do to that poor girl?"
"Just watch, baby," Stafford cackled lewdly, his massive middle finger brushing across her sensitive swollen clitoris through the bunched material of her panties. "Watch ... and learn!"
Quickly now, the man in the red mask stepped up behind the exotic caped girl and parted the half-moons of her satin-sheened buttocks with his thumbs as if halving a ripe peach. Then, centering the thickly-flanged head of his slippery red prick at her puckered anal rim, he thrust.
Despite his massive girth, he slid easily to the hilt, causing the brunettes black-glossed lips to form a delighted "oh!" as she shoved her ass back against him. Almost effortlessly now, he drubbed into the masked brunettes dimpled buttocks, slowly inching her towards the up-thrust moons of the Japanese girl's well-whipped ass as if he were pushing a fleshy wheelbarrow.
In need of no further encouragement, the masked girl lowered the dildo she held in her hand to the puckered alter orifice of her victim's rectum, cruelly pressing it inwards an excruciating quarter-inch at a time until it, too, was emboweled to a depth of several inches.
Carol twisted nervously on the pillow, grinding her own pelvis up reflexively as she felt her sister's boss shove one, then two, meaty fingers up her dripping pink cunt. She groaned aloud, a wave of near-nauseous excitement churning in her stomach as she continued to stare at the mind-boggling spectacle on the screen in front of her. God, it was filthy! Three nakedly fucking people pressed together like some kind of perverted sandwich!
She could see the man pumping furiously now into the masked girl's clinging asshole while she herself thrust the lewd plastic dildo in and out of the Oriental girl's widely-stretched anal orifice with equal fury. God, it was dirty ... hideous ... wonderful!
"Now, watch what happens!" Stafford choked hotly.
As if on cue, the man pulled his throbbing cock from the brunette's clinging asshole and moved swiftly around the bed to position himself in front of the handcuffed girl's beautifully frightened face. Mouthing an unheard command, he reached out and jerked her head Sack by the hair then lewdly slapped her face on both cheeks with the very cock he'd just withdraw, from the masked girl's asshole.
Her almond eyes stretched wide in horror, but too frightened to resist, the girl opened her mouth wide to capture the vile malodorous instrument, her tongue lolling out to lap at the livid web of pulsing veins that covered its sensitive underside. She sucked slowly at first, drawing him into her face with lingering repugnance. But then ... after long delicious minutes of the dildo cramming in and out of her own golden ass ... her expression began to change until it was as much a mask of depravity as those of her captors. She sucked not merely to end it, but to please ... she wanted to suck him clean!
On the other side of the low Grecian table, Vikki too stirred restlessly. She was sharing the same pillow with Peggy now, their hands busily fondling each other's breasts and legs. She'd been aching to get her hands on Elgin's eighteen-year-old secretary for weeks, and it was she who'd insisted on the young blonde's presence at tonight's "party."
Peggy's robe was open now to the waist, and she stared excitedly at the flickering images on the screen as Vikki's beautiful face began to lower to first one, and then the other, delicious strawberry nipple in turn. Even in the dimly reflected light her distended teenage pap's glistened brightly with the young aunt's saliva, and as she withdrew her eyes from the screen for a moment to flash her lecherous employer a wan smile of approval, she was thrilled to see the droll man subjecting the luscious young mother to the same delightful treatment.
Carol leaned back on her arms, a delighted gurgle coming from her throat as her sister's boss undid the knotted sash at her waist, completely baring her front. She was already naked beneath the silken garment-Stafford having insisted that the sisters wear only the robes and extremely high heels-and she was openly thrilled now at the devastatingly bitchy appearance she presented with her robe parted and her feet shod in the towering eight-inch pumps she'd borrowed from Vikki. She could still feel the lusty man's fingers dipping smoothly in and out of her dripping vaginal sheath, and her breath caught in her throat as his huge head dropped to her tits and began to suck with mindless abandon. And then, as she glanced up naughtily to see if her incorrigible little sister was watching, she caught Peggy's impassioned grin and returned it with one of her own.
On the screen, the lubricous film was coming to a rapid close as the kneeling, manacled Japanese girl buffeted deliciously back and forth between the twin cocks fucking into her asshole and face. Her whole naked back seemed to ripple like that of a stretching cat as she sought feverishly to embed the last few inches of the masked girl's plastic dildo, while in front her liquid tongue lathed and sucked like a thing possessed on the leaking swollen bulb of the man's penis.
And then, as the reel spun out its last few feet in explosive multiple orgasm, Elgin Stafford reached down and opened the front of his own garment, rolling over on his back beside the hot little mother, his gargantuan prick poling skyward like an ancient battle lance. "Are you ready, baby?" he queried evilly. "Are you ready to have some good hot cock shoved clear up to your tits?"
Deeply excited at Stafford's crudely mouthed proposal, Carol looked down at his massively sprawled girth, her soft blue eyes locking instantly on his soaring cock. God, it was at least ten inches long and as thick as her wrist! In need of no further urging, she slipped quickly out of her robe then clambered gingerly over the balding man's mountainous form and straddled him.
On her knees and facing him, Carol took his frighteningly huge cock into her trembling hand and guided it to the entrance of her pussy. Teasingly, she parted the outer lips of her labia with the pulsing head of it and rubbed it in the accumulated wetness there, briskly taunting her swollen clitoris.
"You'd better take it slow, baby," Vikki's boss advised. "We don't want to kill you, now do we?"
The tender tissues of her interior flesh stretching painfully before it, the young red-haired mother sat down lightly on Stafford's column of sweating flesh. Surprisingly, the first half of it-five or six inches-went in with only a modicum of discomfort. Then, filled nearly to capacity already, Carol realized that there were still several even thicker inches to go!
"Easy, baby," he reminded her. "Take it slow."
He was into her as far as Fred had ever been already, but the disproportionate thickness of his cock was far, far greater than that of her deceased husband. Still, driven by the insane desire to please her piggish host, she forced her supple body down hard and managed to absorb another inch-and-a-half of him.
"I-I don't think I can take any more of it, Mr. Stafford," she gasped apologetically.
"Just take your time," he encouraged her, "I intend to fuck you all night long anyway."
Gradually, by relaxing her body weight and letting gravity do most of the work, she absorbed over the course of several minutes the remaining few inches of his juicy cock. As the prickly salt-and-pepper hairs of his balls tickled her asshole, she realized that it would be literally impossible for her to take anything deeper without piercing her lungs.
"How is it now, baby?" he questioned.
"I-It hurts, Mr. Stafford!"
"Do you want me to stop?"
Biting her lower lip against the tearing pain, Carol shook her head "no" with enough emphaticness to send her rusty hair swirling around her naked white shoulders like a silken veil.
With tortuous slowness, the muscles of her pussy relaxed around his weeping thickness and she began a ritualistic up and down pumping motion that brought a smile of victory to his wicked mouth.
"Good, baby!" he complimented her. "You've got the makings of a real whore!"
"Thank you, Mr. Stafford," she smiled, "I'm glad I please you!"
Up and down she slid on Elgin Stafford's ten-inch rod of swollen flesh, beginning at last to revel in the unspeakable pleasure it was giving her. He chewed and sucked at the dangling tips of her huge breasts ... and brought her in the space of a few minutes to the brink of orgasm.
"Would you like to liven up the party a little bit?" he asked suddenly. "I've got a little surprise for you, if you think you're ready."
"Oh, God yes!" she blurted excitedly. She was wallowing in sin and loving every second of it. "Anything you want!"
Stafford's cruel mouth opened wide in a shout, "Hey, Peggy, get the lights ...!"