Chapter 3
"I ain't never humped an Indian girl before," Josh Fielding said, as his gaze wandered over the lush figure of the girl in his apartment. "You sure you're full-blooded?"
Princess Laughing Water nodded solemnly. "Full-blooded," she said, "and hot blooded."
She was a tiny girl, but she had all the right equipment and she was aware of it. Her long black hair hung in twin braids down the back of her neck. It was secured by a headband that had a single feather sticking from it. Her blouse was made of hide as was the miniskirt that showed off her excellent, boot-clad legs.
She knew she was in this man's apartment for a purpose-to help her win the Miss Derriere contest. He was one of the judges and he liked girls. He'd like to feel her breasts, she knew and kiss the nipples. He'd like to run his hands all over her body, up between her thighs. And he'd like her to do things to him, too. Well, she was prepared for that.
Josh Fielding laughed and brushed bushy hair from his forehead. "Danged if I don't believe you," he said. "Turn around."
Princess Laughing Water turned slowly, giving him an easy view of her body. She bent toward him at one point he could see the vista of her breasts over the low-cut top of her outfit. When her back was turned toward him, she gave him a saucy look over her shoulder and bent down and wiggled her buttocks in a seductive manner.
Josh gulped. Man, he thought, this Indian babe's got one hell of a nice-looking ass. How I'd like to plow into it with my cock.
"Come over here, honey," he commanded.
The Indian maiden walked toward where he sat in the big easy chair. He reached out, grabbed her wrist and pulled her forward. She toppled into his lap and he pulled her close to him, mashing his lips on her mouth.
She didn't resist. She hadn't come to his apartment to resist. The girl was fully cognizant of how often she'd had to do things like this to win a contest, to get a small part in some movie or television show. One more wouldn't make any difference. She kissed him passionately, moving her tongue past his lips and into his mouth, at the same time wiggling her buttocks into his lap.
He groaned, "Honey, you Indians really know how to start a fire-and by rubbing only one stick, too."
The stick in his lap was pressing up against her warm behind and it was getting harder all the time. Boldly, he reached through the top of her cowhide blouse and massaged her small breasts. The nipples grew hard against his palms as he rubbed them.
"Would you like me to undress, Mr. Fielding?" she asked demurely.
"In a moment, honey," he said. "Meanwhile, keep on rubbing that cute little ass of yours in my lap, huh."
She nodded and kept rubbing her behind against him. She could feel his penis up stiff against her bottom and she focused her attention on this, wiggling her soft flesh directly against it, feeling it throb in response to her motions. It gave her a thrill to know that she was doing this to him. She even enjoyed his caress on her breasts. After all, Josh Fielding was a big TV star in a Western series, a ruggedly handsome man of the Old West who fought off the redskins and bad men.
She smiled as she realized that this afternoon he was going to fight another kind of Indian battle.
"That's it, honey," he said, lifting his hips to push back at her, "you're doing just fine."
He put his big hand on the inside of her thigh, sliding it all the way up between her legs. She wore a flimsy pair of panties. He was pleased when she spread her legs so he'd have more room and he rubbed his hand up and down her crotch, feeling her warm, moist Indian cunt underneath the delicate material.
"Mmmmmmmm, nice," she murmured against his mouth.
Josh grinned. Maybe she did like it, but he knew that she'd do her damndest to butter him up so he'd vote for her in the Miss Derriere contest. Well, shit, that was why he'd agreed to be one of the judges-so he could hump every one of the girls entering it. Princess Laughing Water was the first, but she sure as shooting wasn't going to be the last.
Anyway, he doubted that she enjoyed it half as much as he did. He caressed the cloth covering her snatch, then ran his hands up under her nicely rounded ass, squeezing the twin globes. She was a small girl, but she was pretty well curved and solid where it counted.
Meanwhile, he was getting so hot and bothered he could hardly sit still.
"Okay, Princess," he announced in his manly, booming voice that made feminine hearts flutter from coast to coast, "it's time to undress."
He dumped her off his lap, pulled her roughly to her feet and towed her into the sunlit bedroom.
Smiling enticingly, she slithered out of her blouse, skirt, bra and panties. She was about to remove her boots when he said, "No, leave those on. It makes you look sexier. Now, undress me."
She moved in close enough to feel his breath on her tawny cheek and began. It was easy since he was still wearing only his robe and pajamas. She undid the cord, let it fall free and eased the bathrobe over his massive shoulders. She hardly came up to his chest-he was a big man all around. She caught a glimpse of his penis poking through the opening of his pajamas, but she didn't move to touch it just then. She knew he was staring at her pert little breasts, at the purple nipples jutting out, at the expanse of red skinned flesh, her enticing crotch and sinewy legs. Slowly she unbuttoned his pajama tops and slid them over his arms to freedom. She ran her fingers over his hairy, massive chest.
"Come on, honey," he said impatiently. "I've still got clothes on."
Taking hold of her lovely bare shoulders, he forced her to her knees in front of him. Obediently, she went, her slim fingers unsnapping the tab that held up his pajama bottoms. The material fell down around his legs and he stepped out of it. When she tried to rise, he held her shoulders firmly in place.
"As long as you're down there, honey," he said, "how about giving me a blow job?"
She gave him a demure smile but didn't answer. Blow jobs were nothing new to her. She'd gone through that routine very often, too. Maybe fifty per cent of the bigwigs she called on while looking for work as an actress or a model wanted her to go down on them right there in the office before they'd even consider her as an applicant.
"Hey, wait, I'll make myself comfortable," he said. He backed up to the bed, pulling her forward by the dark hair of her head and lay on the bed with his legs over the side, spread wide for her. "Do a good job, honey and lick me all over-if you know what I mean?"
She nodded. She knew what he meant, all right. She'd heard about his preferences. A lot of guys she knew liked their cocks sucked, but in addition they liked a girl to kiss and tongue their balls, too. Josh Fielding, from what she'd heard, liked a girl to stick her tongue up his asshole. It was obvious from his positioning that he fully expected her to do that now. It was also obvious that she'd damn well better do it.
She laughed to herself. Well, why the hell not? I've kissed enough asses in this business already. What's one more?"
Gently fondling his penis in her slim hands, she ran her palms under his testicles. At the same time she bent her head to plant a wet kiss directly on his asshole.
"Hey," he said, squirming. "That tickles."
"You want me to stop?" she inquired teasingly.
He grunted. "You know better than that, honey."
This was just something to be done and she didn't really think too much about it. She merely stuck out her tongue and licked him all over, up one side and down the other, moving across from one thigh to the other but making sure that his sensitive, puckered opening was in the path of her moist tongue.
She concentrated on his stiff penis for a while, taking the end of it into her mouth and sucking furiously on it for a moment. Then she nibbled at it with her sharp, white teeth, licking a trace of moisture that had gathered from the opening at the very tip. She smiled as the sticky substance wet her taste buds and whetted her appetite. She was beginning to enjoy herself
She stroked his penis deftly and took his testicles in her hand, lifting them to her lips, pulling and sucking the hairy skin.
"Mmmmm, Princess honey, that feels mighty good," he sighed. "Now lick me some more down under, if you don't mind."
She couldn't afford to mind, but fortunately she didn't mind anyway. Her tongue dipped down under his testicles and licked the flesh there. She pressed her lips up tight against the opening and alternately blew and sucked until the cowboy star was thrashing around on the bed, his breathing erratic.
He shook his head, raised himself to his elbows and said, "Honey, you are gonna get yourself fucked in the ass!"
He leaped from the bed and pulled the Indian girl to her feet. "All right," he said, "now you bend over, put your hands on this night stand here and spread your legs. That's it, honey."
She did as she was told, glancing over her shoulder at him. His penis was up good and stiff, throbbing visibly as he gazed at her rounded buttocks extending in his direction. He really did have a big one and it was very red-looking, with blue veins standing out in the skin.
"Maybe-" she wet her lips nervously. "Maybe you should use some vaseline, Mr. Fielding."
"Naw. Makes it too slippery. I like a nice tight fit, honey."
For a moment he stared at her and fingered his penis as he thought, Yeah, she's really got her one helluva nice redskin ass. She wouldn't be bad as Miss Derriere.
Of course, he went on hastily, I can't decide now. A low chuckle broke out in his throat. Got to look at the other girls' asses, too-to be fair.
He eased his massive big frame up behind her and took her hips in his big hands. She flinched slightly as he rubbed his stiff penis against the soft flesh of her buttocks. He didn't mind that-it showed she was aware that he had a huge cock, that he was a real he-man just like the public thought he was.
He pulled her tight against him and worked his penis up between the rounded cheeks, delighting in the feel of the warm female flesh pressing his sensitive skin.
"Hold steady now," he commanded.
Backing off slightly and spreading the flesh of her buttocks so he could see the asshole, he moved in and placed the tip of his stiff penis against the puckered flesh.
She tensed.
He said, "Relax, honey." She forced herself to relax.
He moved the tip of it against her and into her, thinking, Hell, it's tight, all right.
The little Indian maiden obviously hadn't been fucked in the ass very often-if at all. But, he figured, she was game to follow through, because she wanted him to vote for her in the contest. She'd be surprised no doubt to find out how much fun asshole fucking really was. Besides, she was luckier than a lot of girls who never had the chance to get their asses reamed out by the penis of a famous television star.
She involuntarily took in her breath as she felt his penis probe her behind. Closing her eyes, she eased her body back, trying to make it easier for him to gain entrance. When the tip of his big sex organ slid into her and paused, she tensed, knowing what he was going to do next. He rammed it into her as far as it would go.
She gasped and cried out in surprise and pain, wanting to scream, but holding it back. He was so big and she was so small. She could feel his big throbbing cock deep in her anus and she felt like a bug trapped on a pin. There was no place she could go.
"You okay, honey?" he asked, breathing heavily.
She gave him a smile over her shoulders. "Fine, Mr. Fielding."
"I mean," he persisted, "my big cock isn't hurting your sweet little Indian asshole, is it?"
Suddenly she realized that possibly he was trying to tell her something. She responded, "Well, it is very large," adding hastily, "but I really do love the sensation of such a big, manly cock up inside me, Mr. Fielding."
He smiled at that. "Well, I'll try to take it easy with you, honey. But I can't guarantee anything. When I'm asshole-fucking, sometimes I get pretty emotional."
"I understand," she told him.
He began moving, holding her hips tight against him so they moved in unison for a moment. Then he held her still and eased his stiff penis out of her anus almost to the tip. When he paused, she tensed again and held her breath. He smiled to himself-the little Indian girl was expecting a strong attack from the rear and he wasn't going to disappoint her.
With all the force he could muster, he thrust forward, ramming his penis deep inside her. She gasped again, lost her balance and went forward against the desk. Recovering, she steadied herself with her palms down on the wood and wiggled her buttocks against him.
His hands left her hips and moved under her arms to her small but perfect breasts dangling within easy reach. He rubbed her nipples, which were already hard and stiff, then palmed them roughly.
"Honey, you're the greatest," he said appreciatively.
He continued massaging her breasts while he moved his penis in and out of her asshole, thinking to himself, She'll probably be sore tomorrow, but what the hell and she was thinking, This is all for a good cause, isn't it? Besides, next time it'll be easier for both of us. Josh's thoughts continued: A small, tight girl is nice, but there is such a thing as being too tight!
His thoughts went back to one teenager who'd come to his hotel room when he was doing personal appearances. He'd rammed his cock into her asshole so vigorously he'd injured the flesh around her opening and caused a little internal bleeding-but it had been a hell of a lot of fun for both of them. He'd enjoyed it and afterwards the girl could brag to her friends that she'd been intimate with the famous Josh Fielding.
Princess Laughing Water's wiggle brought him back to the present. He'd almost come a couple of times, but he'd managed to hold himself back-he wanted it to last with this girl, because he might not have time to get back to her again.
The Indian girl blinked tears from her eyes and steadied herself as best she could against Josh's driving strokes. When she could, she rotated her hips against him as he worked his penis in and out of her. Guys had taken her from behind before, but most of them liked to put it in her cunt. Not that she minded the way he was doing it, but she wished she could be stimulated more. His hands on her breasts were doing a good job but that, too, was intended to excite him- not her.
Surreptitiously, she balanced herself with one hand and placed the other one over her crotch, working a middle finger into the damp pubic hair until she found the vaginal lips. She parted the sensitive, moist folds and stuck her finger directly on the nub of her upstanding clitoris.
She closed her eyes as sensation wracked her body and orgasm came to her swiftly. But she nearly fell off balance and Josh said roughly, "Hey, hold still, will you? I'm going to come any second now."
It was true. He couldn't hold back if he'd wanted to -and he didn't want to anymore. His cock was up her asshole and it was throbbing and bulging like it wanted to let loose. Josh increased the fury of his thrusts, ramming his cock home, pulling it out to the knob, then shoving it forcefully in again.
Now, he thought wildly. Now!
She had her legs spread all the wider now to take the full brunt of his motions, his hands gripping her breasts so hard she winced. He was hunched over her naked form, plunging his penis deep into her and pulling it out with such a rhythm that it became almost frantic.
When orgasm came, he rammed his cock full into her and kept it there while his flesh grew swollen and spurted blast after blast of fluid into her tingling asshole.
For a moment he stood there, still connected to her, catching his breath. Then he withdrew his dripping penis from her and collapsed on the nearby bed.
She turned to face him. "That was very nice, Mr. Fielding. You're quite a man."
"Ain't it the truth, honey," he said with a guffaw. "Most girls think I got me a real manly cock."
"I couldn't agree more," she said. She hesitated, "And I hope we can do this again sometime-real soon."
He nodded. "Maybe we can, honey, maybe we can."
This satisfied her. She smiled to herself, knowing she had given herself an edge over the other girls who hadn't had the foresight to do something like this. She had one judge in her corner; now there were two more she had to visit and do things with.
Damn her, Josh thought, amused, I'll bet she thinks she's got the only asshole in the contest worth fucking. Maybe she's right, but the only way I'm gonna find out is to try out all the others.
Besides, I got to be fair, don't I? he mused. My public expects that and I'm not gonna disappoint them. Any girl in the contest has an equal chance of getting my vote-just so long as she lets me ream out her ass with my cock!