Chapter 1
"Suck my cock, darling, and I will definitely give you a part in the picture," said Century Studio's producer Avery Craven. He spoke in a matter-of-fact tone of voice, with not a hint of embarrassment, fear or shame. He spoke as though he were telling a parking lot attendant to park his car in return for a dollar tip. The brashness, the outright surliness and boldness of producer Avery Craven was incredible.
Sharon knew that it would not be an easy matter to land her first role in a Hollywood film, but she found this a bit difficult to take. Did she really have to suck Craven's prick? Or was he just kidding her?
Then his attitude stiffened, his eyes slit menacingly, he unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock. He was not kidding!
"Now, you listen here, Miss Sharon . . . Sharon . . . "
"Stingly," she said quickly. "Sharon Stingly."
"Now, listen, Miss Sharon Stingly. I'm a busy man. I work hard. I make a hell of a lot of money producing movies. I am very well-known. I travel in the best circles. I've slept with some of the most beautiful women in the world. I make more money in a single week then you've probably made in your entire life."
He stepped from behind his desk and moved forward, jacking his cock with one hand, gesturing wildly with the other to emphasize his words.
"I can give you a part in my next picture, and you just may be on your way to success. And even if you don't make it big in the movie business, at least you'll make some good money. We do pay well, you know. And some day, when you are old and gray, you can tell your grandchildren about how you were once in the movies. Maybe you'll even see yourself on the late show."
He was gesturing wildly, waving his hand high in the air like an orchestra conductor directing a symphony. His other hand continued to pump his prick into a thick hard rod of cock-flesh. He moved closer to her.
"But, first, Miss Sharon Stingly. First, you simply have to suck my cock. Now! So get down on your knees and slip my prick into your cute little mouth, or get the hell out of here and quit wasting my time!"
He was really angry now, she thought. But there was no doubt in her mind as to what she had to do. She knelt and pulled his cock into her mouth.
"Mmmmm," he sighed. "That's a good girl. Just suck my cock real nice and I'll see that you get off to a good start in your acting career. Mmmmm. Ohhhh, yes," he groaned as he felt her lips open wide, slip over his cock-tip and suck his hard cock deep into her mouth.
Sharon did her best to please him. Everything he had said was true. Avery Craven was a world-renowned producer. He had produced dozens of Oscar-winning films. And he was proud of his reputation for discovering new talent. In every one of his films, he introduced a brand new starlet. Usually, the starlet had a small, but important role.
And, usually, she went on to bigger roles, and, if she were sexy enough and talented enough, she would become rich and famous. A super-star! That was what Sharon wanted more than anything in the world. And if she had to suck Avery Craven's cock to get what she wanted, she would suck his cock.
"Assssggghhh. Ummmmm," he moaned, jerking his hips back and forth, face-fucking her hard. "That's it, darling. You are a fine little cock-sucker. Keep it up. Yeah."
Her lips seemed to work automatically. Her tongue flicked the sensitive spot just underneath his cock-tip.
"Oh, yeah, baby! That's great! Terrific!" he exclaimed. "Suck it hard! Suck the cum right out of my prick. It won't be long now. Damn, bitch! If you can act as well as you suck cock, you'll be a star in no time."
That statement was like music to her ears. A star! She worked feverishly to make him cum. She took a deep breath and sucked his cock deep into her wet, hot mouth.
"God, yes! Fantastic! Unnngggghhh! Ohhhhh! Get it, you sweet thing, you!"
He shuddered and Sharon knew that he would be shooting his load into her mouth soon. And that she would have to swallow his jism. He had told her to suck the cum right out of his prick, and that was exactly what she planned to do. Anything, anything to get a part in his next film. She felt his prick throbbing as he pumped it brutally in and out of her mouth.
"Hot damn! Here it comes, sweetheart," he said. "Unnnnnggghhhh! Aaauuuggghhhhh!"
A thick gob of slick jism spewed out of his prick-tip and into her mouth. Her mouth was quickly coated with thick hot cum. She gulped it down eagerly and swallowed every bit of his prick-juice.
"Ohhhh," he moaned as he pumped her face with his softening prick. "That feels so damned good, baby. Yeah." Then he backed away and glanced at the kneeling woman.
She leaned forward and licked a drop of cum from his prick-tip. Then she lapped his cock-shaft, licking his entire prick from the base to the tip. She carefully tucked his flaccid cock back into his trousers and zipped his fly.
"How was that, Mr. Craven?" she asked.
"Great, honey. Just great."
"Then do I get the part? Will you put me in your next film?" she asked anxiously.
"Well, now, Miss . . . Miss-"
"Stingly. Sharon Stingly."
"Yes. Well, now, Miss Stingly. If it were totally up to me, I'd give you a starring role. But, things just don't work that way in the movie business," he said as he casually returned to his big oak desk and sat down, assuming his traditional role as a big businessman.
"But, I thought you said-"
"I know what I said. But this is a complicated business. You did well, and I fully intend to keep my promise. I'll give you a start, but just being a good cock-sucker won't set you up in movies. You are a beautiful young woman. But I have never seen you act. Next, you'll have to meet the director, Harry Steinburg. If Harry likes you, and if you can really act, then you've got the part. I'll give Harry a call and recommend you. Leave your phone number with my secretary and I'll see that Harry calls you."
"Promise?" she said, pouting.
"Promise. Now run along. I'm a busy man."
As she reached the door, the producer stopped her by shouting, "Just a second, sweetheart. I should warn you that Harry Steinburg is a very demanding director. He is a very big man in the movie business. He's used to getting his way, and he simply refuses to take no for an answer. If you really want to get off on the right foot, listen to him and do whatever he tells you to do. Okay?"
"Okay," she replied. "Thanks for the advice, Mr. Craven."
"It was nothing, darling. Now run along and let me get back to work."
Sharon waited anxiously for director Harry Steinburg to call. Every day for an entire week, she called in sick at her job as a cocktail waitress in a sleazy Hollywood bar. She had almost given up hope when, on Friday at noon, the phone rang. She picked up the receiver.
"Hello, Miss Stingly speaking," she said in a sultry voice, hoping that it was the call she had been desperately awaiting.
"This is Harry Steinburg. Mr. Craven called me the other day and said he wanted me to speak with you regarding a part in our next production. Be at my home at six o'clock tonight. Goodbye." Click.
My heavens, Sharon thought as she looked up the address. What a rude man! He did not even give her a chance to speak. Oh, well, she thought. At least she was going to get to meet the great director. She breathed a sigh of relief.
Then she stripped off her clothes and dashed into the bathroom to take a shower. She wanted to look her very best. This was her big chance. So she washed her long brown hair three times. Then, after toweling herself dry, she applied two coats of pale red polish to her fingernails and toenails.
She combed out her lovely, dark brown tresses that almost reached her firm ass-cheeks. Stepping in front of her full-length mirror she admired her face and figure. Long hair framed a lovely high-browed, dimpled face. Thin, perfectly plucked eyebrows arched high over light brown almond-shaped eyes. A cute, turned-up nose. Ripe sensuous lips on a full mouth. Perfect teeth-straight and gleaming white. A long neck that led to slender shoulders and firm up-thrust tits, a tight waist, high taut ass and long shapely legs. She was proud of her looks, and her perfect figure. She beamed approvingly at herself in the mirror.
After two hours of trying on various outfits, she decided on a deer-skin halter top with a matching skirt that came to an inch above her knees. That would show off her lovely legs, she figured. Brown suede shoes with medium high heels completed the somewhat erotic ensemble. She admired herself in the mirror, picked up her pocketbook, and, feeling quite presentable, but very nervous, she went out the door. Her destiny awaited her!
Sharon Stingly parked her modest Dodge Dart behind a new, blue Rolls Royce in the long driveway that led to Harry Steinburg's luxurious home.
My, what a beautiful car he owned, she thought, as she passed it on her way to the front door. She stepped to the door, breathed deeply and rang the doorbell.
The door was quickly opened by a pretty young maid, who wore absolutely nothing but a sheer black mini-skirt. Sharon gasped. My but these Hollywood movie people had strange tastes, she reflected.
"You must be Miss Stingly," the bare-breasted maid said. "Follow me." She led Sharon through a maze of dimly lit hallways, stopped abruptly in front of an ornate, hand-carved wooden door and said. "Mr. Steinburg is waiting for you. Go right on in."
Sharon's hand shook nervously as she pushed the door open.
"Well, hello there," said Harry Steinburg. The famous Hollywood movie director sat in a big leather chair. Behind him were shelves stocked with books and movie scripts. Pictures of famous movie stars, all autographed with inscriptions like, "thanks for all the help," lined the walls.
"Miss Sharon Stingly, I presume?"
"Yes, sir," she replied weakly.
"You are late!" he rasped. "I distinctly told you to be here at five o'clock. You are one hour late."
"Oh, no," she said politely, shaking her head. "You told me to be here at six. I even wrote it down."
"Fuck you, bitch!" he shouted, a cruel look in his dark blue eyes. "Don't you ever contradict me! If I say you're late, then you're late. Understand, bitch?"
"Y-yes, I understand," she replied in a quaking voice.
"So, you want to be in my next film? You don't look too bad. But I gotta be sure. Get naked."
"Wh-what?" she stammered in disbelief.
"Get naked. Strip. I wanna see you in the buff, darling. Strip. Now!" he ordered in a harsh voice.
She obeyed instantly. He had thrown a real scare into her with his crude language and his harsh tone. She shucked off her clothes with trembling fingers. She swiveled and stood naked before the great director.
He leered at her with a smirk on his mouth. "Not bad," he said. "Not bad at all. Nice tits, good muscle tone, nice cunt. You could use a little more color-hell, girl you're pale as a fucking ghost. Well, we can fix that easy enough. Turn around so that I can see your ass." She turned quickly.
"Now bend over and touch your toes."
She bent over. She was doing everything almost mechanically. This man was terribly crude and nasty, she thought. My god, she wondered, were all Hollywood people this mean and obscene? She would have liked to tell Harry Steinburg where to shove it, but she knew that she needed his approval. This was her big chance! She had waited years for this break. And if she blew it, she might never get another opportunity.
"Okay, now stand up. I just might be able to use you."
"Can I get dressed now?" she asked. "No. I'm not through with you yet. We gotta finish the audition, darlin'. "
"Oh, okay."
"Come over here and kneel," he directed. She obeyed reluctantly.
"Like I said, I think I can use you, but I'm in a real horny mood right now, so I think you should suck my cock while I think about it."
"Oh, please," she protested. "I just-"
"You just better do exactly what the fuck I say. That's what you'd better do. And I'm telling you to suck my prick. Now get to it, bitch, or you can forget about the film business forever!"
The pretty brunette gripped his prick in her hands and lifted it to her mouth. His cock slipped between her lips, and she sucked. She was repulsed and degraded at being forced to suck Harry Stein-burg's cock, but she felt that she simply had to do it. She had done it for producer Avery Craven. She could do it for director Harry Steinburg. She would do anything to get a part in his next film. Anything!
"Suck my cock, bitch!" he shouted. "Suck it, harder," he rasped as he drilled his big hard cock into Sharon's mouth. His prick was warm and hard, long and thick. It filled her mouth completely.
"Unnngggghhhh! Yeah, my cute little cock-sucker actress. That's getting it, bitch. Damn, I'll make you a fucking star if you can keep sucking my cock like that," he hissed.
God, he was really gross and obscene, she thought. He was rather handsome though. A big man, with long, dark black hair and a thick mustache. His cock was pretty big. And, much to her surprise, she found her cunt getting hot. As she sucked his prick, his passionate sighs and moans, and the lewd commands that he shouted at her seemed to heighten her lustful passion. Her tight young cunt began to ooze pussy-juice, and wild searing sensations of erotic delight coursed through her veins.
A hard slap in her face brought her back to reality. Smack! he hit her again. She could not understand why he was doing this. Why was he hitting her? She was sucking his cock, just like he had told her to do. Sharon was completely confused. And she was dazed by the blows.
The director let his prick slip from her mouth and she looked up into his cruel blue eyes. "What did I do wrong, Mr. Steinburg?" she asked.
"You're not trying hard enough to please me, you little whore! I know that you can suck my cock better than that. Hell, I've been sucked off by some of the most beautiful bitches in the business. Now get down to it and suck my cock hard! Suck it properly, or you'll be punished!" he threatened.
"Yes, Mr. Steinburg. I'm terribly sorry. Let me try again. I know that I can please you. Your cock is so big and hard and beautiful, and can't you tell that I just love sucking your big prick. I just love to lick and lap and suck your lovely cock. And I'm doing the best I can, but I just got carried away and-"
Smack! He slapped her again. "You talk too fucking much, Sharon. Now, shut up and concentrate on sucking my cock. And this time, put your heart and soul into it. Remember, bitch. You suck me properly or you can kiss that film role goodbye."
With that warning, he plunged his cock back between her wet lips. He pumped his prick hard into her hot sucking mouth. He fucked her mouth with all of his strength. Lewd, wet slurping noises echoed throughout the room as he increased the tempo of his cock-thrusts.
"I'm gonna face-fuck the hell out of you!" he screamed.
What a strange man Harry Steinburg was, Sharon thought as she sucked his hard cock deep into her wet mouth. She was beginning to wonder if all Hollywood big shots were not just a bit too kinky in their sex habits. Mr. Steinburg was indeed a wealthy and successful man-not to mention handsome. And she was rather infatuated with him, at least to the point where she did not mind sucking his prick. But she did not like getting yelled at and slapped for no apparent reason.
"Unnnngggghhhh! Uuummmmppphhhh!" he groaned. He knew that soon he would shoot his load of thick jism into her mouth. But he wanted to prolong the wild sensations of face-fucking this beautiful brunette bitch. He loved dominating and tormenting beauties like this one who knelt before him. In fact, he kind of enjoyed his reputation for being a nasty son of a bitch. A demanding Hollywood director, a notorious, infamous scoundrel in a business that was literally loaded with mean, nasty unscrupulous bastards.
"Suck my cock!" he screamed. "Suck me hard! Do it, my little slave bitch!" he commanded. Damn, it made him so hot to use the word 'slave', he thought. He loved it!
He called me a slave! Sharon thought in utter disbelief. Where the hell does he get off calling me a fucking slave? She sobbed softly, gasped in a quick breath of air and continued sucking his hot prick. Her cunt was seething with pussy-juice. Somehow, when he had called her a slave, it had served to heighten her passion and lust. The crude way that he spoke to her was turning her on! She found it hard to believe, but she could not deny it. Her cunt was oozing thick streams of pussy-juice.
"Keep on sucking, slave! Keep it up, bitch! Unnnggghhhh! Ohhhhh, yes!"
He thrust his hips forward brutally, filling her mouth to overflowing with his hard cock-shaft.
She gasped. His crotch pressed into her face, blocking her nose and making it impossible for her to draw a breath. She tried to pull away, but he would not let her. He forced her mouth tight over his hot prick.
"Oh, yeah! Hot damn! Ummmmppphhhhh! Ummmpppphhhh! Aaaaagggghhhh!" he screamed as he shot his load into her mouth.
His thick jism creamed over her lips and a stringy stream of slick sperm oozed from her mouth, drooling obscenely down her chin.
It was a revolting and humiliating scene. The way he shouted at her and hit her and used her mouth to deposit his cum. It was disgusting, she thought. And yet, her cunt was hot and horny. And she felt frustrated at the sight of his prick going soft and limp. Her cunt was slick, hot and horny with lust. She needed to be fucked, and he had wasted his load in her mouth. She wiped a rivulet of cum from the corner of her mouth.
"Not bad," he sneered. He strolled over to a big leather couch and sprawled out. Cum still oozed from his spent cock. He sighed and relaxed.
The beautiful young brunette could not control her passion. She crawled over to Harry Steinburg.
"Oh, Mr. Steinburg!" she exclaimed. "I simply must lick your cock clean. Mmmmm," she moaned as she lapped a big drop of jism from the tip of his flaccid cock.
Sharon's cunt was seething with need and desire. She wanted to be fucked so badly. She gripped his cock and began to jerk it up and down, doing her best to stroke his prick into a hard-on once again so that she could stick it into her hot pussy. After a few brief moments, his prick began to rise.
"Mmmmmmmmm," he groaned. "Yeah. That feels pretty good. Jack my cock, you sleazy wench. Jack my prick hard and maybe I will reward you by giving you a good fucking. A good hard fucking in your tight little cunt. That's what you want, isn't it?"
"Yes, that's what I want," she begged. "I'm dying for it. My cunt is so hot and wet and ready. I need it so badly. I need your cock in my cunt."
She pumped his prick hard, and, before long, he had a lovely cock-stand. He was ready to fuck, she thought. Ready to fuck her tight juicy pussy into a wonderful orgasm. She was so excited and eager.
"Okay, darling," he sighed. "I'll give you a real good fucking. A fucking like you've never had before. A fucking you'll never forget. Go sit over in the corner and wait. I'll be right back."
With that, he strolled out of the room.
Sharon Stingly waited patiently in the corner. She thought of how wonderful it would be when
Mr. Steinburg returned and fucked her until she came. Her cunt was seething. Her twat was so damned juicy and hot that she simply could not wait. She began to finger-fuck herself, rubbing her middle finger around her clit until thrilling sensations racked her body and she writhed in ecstasy. She plunged her finger deep into her tight cuntal sheath.
"Ohhhh," she moaned as lovely tingling sensations pulsed through her spasming pussy. "Oh, yes!" she gasped. "It feels so damned good." Her finger sluiced in and out of her slick cunt. "Mmmmm-mmm, yeah," she sighed. "It's so good. So damn good. My cunt is so hot and wet and ready. Mmmmm. Yeah, it's so-"
"It's so what?" Mr. Steinburg shouted as he stared at the shocked woman whose finger was buried to the hilt in her hot seething pussy.
"Oh, my god!" she gasped. "I . . . I didn't think you'd be back so fast. I . . . I thought-"
Crack! The whip slashed across her tender naked tit-flesh. She winced as searing, mind-bending pain soared through her body. My heavens, she thought. The man is actually hitting me with a whip! She was dumfounded, thunderstruck, totally confused.
"Fucking slut!" he shouted as the whip whistled through the air and, once again, lashed her tender tits. Crack! "Who gave you permission to finger-fuck your cunt? Huh?" Crack! The whip bit into her flesh again. "Answer me! Answer me this instant!"
"No-nobody gave me permission," she replied weakly. Her voice was barely audible. Tears flowed down her cheeks and she hunched her naked body up, covering her tits with her bare arms in an effort to protect her sensitive tit-flesh from the bite of the whip.
"Well," said the infamous director Harry Steinburg as he leered at the cowering, defenseless woman. "How do you explain your depraved and wicked behavior? Imagine! Finger-fucking yourself! Don't you have any sense at all woman? You can go blind doing that!"
This guy cannot be for real, Sharon thought. He must be playing some kind of cruel and wicked sexual game. That must be it, she figured. He was a weirdo, a pervert who got his kicks from degrading women, calling them slaves, making them suck his cock, whipping them. She decided that it was best to simply go along with him in hopes that he would not hurt her any more-and in hopes that, when the night was over, she would have a part in his next film!
"Oh, no!" she cried. "I didn't mean to do it! It is just that I was waiting for you to come back and fuck my cunt. And my pussy was so hot and horny that I just couldn't help myself." She broke down in tears.
"You will have to be punished for your obscene and sickening behavior, little lady." He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a roll of thick, black electrician's tape.
"Oh, no!" she screamed. "Please, don't tape me up! Please! I'll do whatever you say. I'm sorry. I'll be good." The evil look in his eyes frightened her to death. This man really was nuts, she thought.
"You must be punished!" he shouted. Crack! Crack! The whip flayed her back and tits. She winced in terrible pain and sobbed uncontrollably. Then, knowing that it would be useless to protest further, she folded her hands together and thrust them forward.
He wrapped the thick black tape around her wrists, securing them tightly. Then he led her across the room, tugging on her long brown tresses, making her crawl behind him. He bound her wrists to a steel pipe which stuck out of the wall near the floor. The pipe had once led to an old steam radiator which had long since been replaced by a modern gas heating system.
She wept as he stood back and examined his handiwork. He glared at her as she knelt, bound to the pipe by her wrists, her taut ass-cheeks thrust upward.
"Now, you will receive your punishment, you lewd wench!" he shouted.
"What are you going to do to me?" she cried.
Crack! He thrashed her again. Crack! Crack! The whip fell mercilessly on her exposed ass-cheeks. "When you behave so foolishly and shamelessly, you must be punished. Imagine! Finger-fucking yourself!" he said indignantly. "What are you, some kind of depraved sexual pervert?" His words were punctuated by the incessant cracking of the whip.
"I . . . I just don't know what came over me, Mr. Steinburg," she answered. "I won't do it again. Honest. Please, believe me. The whip hurt so much. Please, don't whip me any more."
Tears flowed from her eyes and streamed down her big, ripe, luscious tits. But, although she was humiliated and degraded, and although she knew that she was in the clutches of a wicked man, Sharon had to admit that she was hot! Her pussy was on fire. Somehow, this crazy, bizarre scene had excited her tremendously. Beyond belief!
Astoundingly! Wild sensations ripped through her loins. Her sensitive clit quivered. Her nipples hardened, and her cunt was sopping wet.
He knelt behind her and began to knead her soft, aching ass-flesh. He pinched her ass cruelly. Then his fingers moved lasciviously, passing through her ass-crack and coming to rest on her hot, wet pussy-lips.
"My, my. What have we here?" he taunted in mock surprise. "A nice, juicy, hot, wet cunt. Ready to go!"
"Yes, Mr. Steinburg," she whined. "My cunt is ready for your hard cock to fuck it. My pussy is just dying for you to stick your prick deep inside .and fuck it until it cums."
He pressed three fingers deep into her dripping cunt.
"Mmmmmm," he hummed with delight as his fingers moved in and out of her tight, slick, pussy-slit. He pumped his fingers rhythmically with the skill he had acquired in fingering a woman's slick cunt.
"Oh, Mr. Steinburg," she whimpered. She closed her eyes tight and, tossing her head back in sexual delight, she yelped, "That feels so good! Oh, my heavens!"
He pumped his fingers into her squirming cuntal sheath, then his probing fingers found her clit. He pulled on her clit, and she responded, moaning in delight and sexual abandon.
"Get ready, my horny little wench. I, famous Hollywood director, Harry Steinburg, am about to fuck your cunt silly." He leaned into her, ramming his hard prick balls-deep into her cunt.
"Mmmmm," she hummed as his cock thumped into her pussy. This guy might be crazy and a bit kinky, she thought, but she needed to be fucked in the worst way. Besides, if she fucked him real good, and built his ego up by groaning and moaning and acting as though he were the greatest fucker in the world, then she would be sure to get that acting part. So she thrust her hips back to meet his cock as he rammed it up her hot pussy. His prick was big, and it pressed tightly against the juicy walls of her tight cuntal sheath. She moaned and wriggled in sexual bliss. But she was not pretending. She meant it. Harry Steinburg was a damned good fuck, she surmised. He might be weird, but he sure knew how to handle a hot woman in need of a good fuck.
She tensed her thigh, stomach and cunt muscles and his prick was squeezed, caught in the lovely tight web of her pussy. Her grasping cunt clenched tightly around his cock and he let out a loud piercing cry-not of pain-but of pleasure. He moaned as she gripped his hard cock with her cunt-muscles. His cock quivered and shook inside of her pussy-sheath. He was locked in her cuntal embrace, locked in the fleshy prison of her dark, damp delicious twat.
"Good God, woman!" he wailed. "You have the tightest pussy in the whole wide world. Ohhhhh, damn! I can't believe it. The way you use your cunt-muscles. What muscle tone, what strength. My God!"
"Yes, Mr. Steinburg," she cooed. "And your cock feels so good in my cunt. It feels great. Ohhhhhhh!"
The heat from her pussy burned his prick with the heat of inflamed passion, searing his electrified cock-tip and causing his prick to bulge and harden more with every thrusting movement. He simply could not get enough of this wonderful woman with the incredible spasming pussy that tightened and clenched his cock.
"Keep on fucking! Fuck harder!" he shouted, his voice husky and rasping. He was losing all control. He fucked her in hard, jerking, flailing, brutal strokes. Without rhythm. Without gentleness. Like a machine out of control, his prick pistoned in and out of her tight hot cunt, sluicing in and out, bringing overwhelmingly thrilling sensations with every cock-thrust. Faster and faster he fucked.
"Oh, yes, Mr. Steinburg. Keep going. Keep fucking my pussy. I'm giving you all I've got. All of it . . . and more."
With that she squeezed the muscles of her cunt even harder, and his cock seemed to grow even bigger. His prick filled her cunt to capacity, stretching her cunt walls to the limit. She was in the throes of ecstasy and was acting like a complete wanton-acting like a fucking slut! And loving every minute of it!
"I . . . I can't hold out much longer. I'm gonna cum any minute now. I just . . . aaaagggghhhh! Ummmhhh!"
Harry Steinburg thumped his prick into her one last time as his thick cum spewed into her pussy, bathing her cuntal sheath with his creamy jism.
"Me too!" she wailed. "Me too! I'm cumming! Aaagggghhhh! Oh, my God! Unnnnnggghhh! Aaaggghhhh!"
She slumped forward on the floor, and Harry Steinburg fell sideways off of her and stretched out, wholly satisfied. She tried to straighten up, but her wrists were still tied up with tape and she could not move. She remained bound to the pipe.
They lay still for quite some time. She dozed off and dreamed sweet dreams. Dreams of being a Hollywood star. Of owning a beautiful home like Harry Steinburg's home. Of driving around in a chauffeur-driven Rolls Royce. Of dressing in fabulous gowns and dating famous movie stars. She dreamed dreams of money, fame, fortune and glory.