Chapter 5
Chet slipped into a deserted room with a tiny two-seater bar and walked behind it, flipping on the soft bar light and mixing himself a drink. He downed the Scotch as if it were water, then, checking the door, he turned his attention to a small console set and TV screen behind the bar and flipped switches.
Now, he thought, now we'll see how stupid Cynthia is doing with old Dan. He shook his head and laughed to himself. Cynthia had been so easy and, although she didn't know it, so hot to go, he could have had her in the sack a month ago. The TV screen glowed alive and blurred images appeared on the screen.
Too bad, he thought, too bad I can't photograph this one but, after all, Dan Hoagland was Dan Hoagland and he didn't want any pictures taken. Dan was a powerful man, capable of harming Chet physically and socially. And, after all, he was doing Chet a favor, getting Cynthia into bed, breaking her in so to speak. Next trip around, he would have a camera ready and photograph her getting fucked from every angle possible.
The room came into sharp focus and Chet found himself staring at a chair and a drapery. He pushed a button and the hidden camera in the bedroom began panning around, reaching the bed where he saw them lying naked with Dan on top. A glazed look came into Chet's eyes. Deep down, he had a feeling about Cynthia. He was sure she was capable of great depravity and he could have her doing anything and everything within a few weeks. He could even have her for his own special pleasures. There was no doubt about it; Cynthia Barret was a welcome addition to his stable of girls and even Dan Hoagland might be willing to pay for this piece of ass. At least, it looked like he would, judging from the expression on his face.
Cynthia crushed Dan tightly to her and ran her hands searchingly down over his body, exploring eagerly the secret hollows of all of him. His cock was resting hard against her thighs, pressed into the narrow hair-lined slit of her cunt. She arched up for a moment, surprised at her own strength and lewdness of thought, levering them both up off the bed with the strength of her back and, reaching under her buttocks with both hands, pulled her vaginal lips slowly apart to give his penis greater contact with the wet sensitive flesh as it lay the full length of the moist, gently throbbing slit. She relaxed, dropping her body back to the bed, his rigid member trapped tightly between her thighs.
He forced his big hands between her shoulders and the mattress and ran them down the soft curves of her back and hips. He could feel the raised ridges of her spine moving almost im-perceptively as she undulated her body up against him in a slow teasing rhythm. The sinews of her muscles rippled lightly just under the thin tan skin, indicating a powerful hidden strength in her body. The tenseness of the cords of her thighs pressed against the outside of his hips. He wondered how they would grip around him later when he had sunk his hardness deep inside her.
"Oh, God, you feel so good," she whispered, crushing her lips against him again and writhing the flatness of her belly close up against him. Her nails trailed slowly across his back, leaving small red welts in their path. He pushed his hands further down beneath her, cupping the fullness of her ass in the palms of his hands and pulled her open crotch tighter up against him. He moved up and down slowly, insinuating the hardness of his full length up and down the widespread slit, sensing it growing wetter and wetter with each passing second. Her buttocks began a more desperate rotation up against his loins until her legs, without warning, snaked out wide on either side of his body, her calves locked against the back of his thighs, pulling him tighter into her.
"Oooooohhhhh! Fuck me, Dan, fuck me now," she moaned into his mouth, her eyes shut, meaning every single syllable of it, meaning it with a vengeance. She loved saying the lewd words, she loved the idea of fucking a famous movie star! She loved the idea of fucking anybody! Why not! The thought exploded in her head like Fourth of July fireworks! Why not! She loved it!
Dan started to move but she beat him to it. Her hands came down between them and circled around his throbbing cock, guiding it between the lips of her hot, desire-moistened cunt. Dan groaned above her as he felt her move it up and down between her legs, parting the soft silky hair of her vagina with the pulsating blood-filled head. They grazed teasingly against it, forcing it into greater hardness until it ached from the excruciating pressure.
He couldn't hold back another second and flicked his hips forward with a sudden cruel thrust that drove it with a pulpy flesh-splitting crash deep into the gaping hot mouth of her cunt.
"Ooooohhhhhh!" she moaned beneath him as he felt the warm elastic-like sheath slip wetly over his sensitive naked flesh. It entered with a slight pop, as though she were a virgin being taken for the first time except that it was easier and infinitely better because she could (and did) control her vaginal muscles that way as he fucked her.
His long thick cock raced up her cunt to the full depths of her belly, warm and tight at first, then easier as the wetness of the passage surrounded him, lubricating the way. Suddenly, he hit bottom, his balls slapping hard against the rounded cheeks of her buttocks.
Cynthia screamed a low, animal-like scream beneath him, twisting momentarily to escape the sudden unexpected pain, but Dan thrust harder, screwing his pelvis tighter into her loins so there was no escape for her. She was skewered good and he lay for a moment to allow the pain of the sudden entry to subside, proud that he could hurt her in this way.
Dan had the upper hand and he knew it because he had hurt her and she could not hurt back in return. It was the age-old plight of women and would always make them subjugated to men. Dan reveled for a moment in the power he possessed over another man's wife impaled beneath him, and he flicked the head again, bringing another low moan from between her clenched teeth.
Jesus Christ, he's really fucking her good, Chet thought as he watched on the closed-circuit TV and nervously poured himself another drink. He dabbed at his sweating forehead with a handkerchief and figured Hoagland ought to be good for at least a hundred for this one and that Cynthia would make him more money than she could imagine in the coming weeks and months. Yes sir, he thought, she's going to be a winner. He gulped at his drink again and half wished they would hurry and get through so he could get in there and fuck her within an inch of her life and leave her begging for more.
Dan ground his pelvis into the squirming, flaccid flesh beneath him as she strained back under him, arching her loins up at him, lifting them both a few inches off the squeaking mattress from the strength of her upward thrusts. She moaned ceaselessly beneath his pounding body, opening and closing her legs around his hips as she worked up and down in a chanting rhythm of intercourse as old as man's world itself. Her mouth gaped open wide, her head flailing from side to side on the mattress again and again in wild abandon.
"Oooooehhhhhhhh God! God, it's good! I love it! Shove your finger up my ass, shove your finger, please!" she screamed, half disbelieving the voice she heard as her own. She ached and roiled under him, wanting him to defile her, humiliate her! Yes! That was it! She answered an age-old instinct deep within women to be humiliated. She would be gratified, thrilled and pleased by his humiliating of her! "Stick your finger up my ass!"
Dan Hoagland reached under her between her buttocks as he drove his cock rhythmically into the wetness of her cunt. He stretched the crevice of her ass wide, searching with the tip of his middle finger for her anus. Suddenly he found it. A small rivulet of warm moisture was running down the widespread crevice from where he could feel his hard rod of flesh hole, lubricating it slightly, and he probed experimentally for a moment with the tip of his finger. He pushed hard, feeling it give a little, then suddenly the tight elastic nether ring gave way completely and his finger slid in up to the first knuckle joint. She leaped forward, almost crawling on her back across the bed to escape the first unexpected pain. "Aaagggghhhhaaa! God, it hurts!"
Dan thrust again, sinking it into the second knuckle.
"Ooooohhhh! Yessss, yesss! Hurt me, hurt me more, hurt me a lot!"
In spite of the pain, he felt her suddenly begin screwing her buttocks back on his finger until it was sunk in deep, up to the palm of his hand. He jiggled it inside, rotating it around the fleshy depths of her rectum. He could feel through the thin wall of flesh separating her two passages, the underside of his cock sliding in and out of her, and began skewering her between them, maintaining the same rhythm for both as she groaned on under him. His nail caught the flesh momentarily in her ass-hole, scraping her, and she jerked, but then caught up the rhythm again, opening her legs wide out over the bed to give him greater access to the ravishing of her loins.
Chet, sitting alone in the small room, nervously sipping on still another Scotch, watched the scene on the TV screen as his body sweated and he felt his prick growing stiff and huge in his pants. Damn, he thought, was he ever right about Cynthia! A natural! He couldn't help himself, he was so horny that he had to do something. Checking the door to make sure it was locked, he unzipped his pants, fumbled out his big cock and began playing with it, getting hornier as he watched the action on the screen.
Dan Hoagland could feel his cock growing and expanding inside her until it felt as though it were going to burst from the exquisite pleasure building in his testicles as they slapped heavily against her buttocks below. It wouldn't be long, he hoped, he knew he could hold it back. She had to cum soon. He began ramming it into her with long hard strokes in time with his finger skewering into her ass-hole to excite her all the more.
He could tell she was near completion as she gripped him tightly between her thighs, opening and closing them around him in time to his long hard thrusts into her. She gurgled beneath him, the sound coming from deep within her throat as though she had absolutely no control over it. He knew she was near and he continued his merciless thrusting with all his strength.
"Ooooohhhhhh, fuck it, fuck it hard, hard! HARD!" she chanted, mumbling all the obscene words that came to her mind and spurring him on with the pounding of her heels high on his back. She had jackknifed her legs up tight, pressing her legs and knees back hard into her breasts and offering him the full opening of her upraised crotch. Her eyes rolled uncontrollably in her head, her face contorted and straining for the final explosion that was so very near.
"I'm cumming," she coughed suddenly, her mouth gaping wide in ecstatic abandon. "I'm cumming," she repeated again as though convincing her self. She mumbled on incoherently until the sounds coming from her throat were a mass of jumbled unintelligible syllables whose meaning were known only to herself. She pulled back her thighs tighter until the whole of her stretched pink vaginal slit was presented to him to batter and use as he wished. Her ankles locked over his massive shoulders, her crotch squirming beneath him in a wild uninhibited dance of abandoned ecstasy. Her mouth hung open wide, unseeing eyes gazed wide up at the ceiling.
Jesus Christ, look at her go, Chet thought, bending over the screen, his breath coming heavily through his nostrils, his cock swelling into a steel, case-hardened shape in his hand. Christ, he wanted some of that wild pussy! The things he could teach her to do!
Back in the room, a low banshee-style scream suddenly formed on the edges of her lips, then pierced through the sounds of the squeaking springs and the two panting bodies slapped brutally together. Cynthia's nostrils flared wide and she screwed herself up on his thrusting cock and locked herself to him with all the strength of her thighs while her loins jerked spasmodically against his belly.
She held her breath for an interminable moment, then expelled it as though hit in the stomach by a solid fist, her body collapsing limply down into the mattress. She lay still, except for the uncontrollable quivering of her pussy still locked tightly around his tortured prick. He pushed deep into her and then lay quiet, allowing her to rest for a moment.
It was all he could do to keep from screwing into her. It had been such a long time since he had had such a wild one. She was inexperienced, but she sure was willing. He throbbed the muscles of his prick deep in her belly, hoping to bring her to life again.
"That was wonderful," she mumbled, "It's been so long since I've had anything at all."
"You're not finished yet," Dan gasped down at her, the ache throbbing hotly in his balls.
"God," she murmured in appreciation, "you held back for a long time."
"But not much more, baby, not much more," he breathed hard, "I'm almost there. But there's something I want you to do."
Cynthia closed her eyes, a smile playing on her lips. "I'll do anything you want," she whispered, the words coming out almost as a guilty confession of a hidden desire. She would do anything, at that moment, that he asked of her. Why not? Hadn't he really fucked her royally? Wasn't he the famous Dan Hoagland? Maybe, just maybe, if she was good enough, Dan could get her a part in pictures. She was attractive enough. Why not? Plenty of girls had gotten into pictures the same way. If she could please Dan Hoagland, there just might be a chance. If not, nothing was lost.
Slowly, reluctantly, Dan pulled his prick out of her belly and rolled over on his back and Cynthia turned her head and saw the lubricated glistening cock standing stiffly erect against his stomach. Instinctively, she knew what he wanted her to do. Despite herself, her body stiffened. Fucking a man was one thing, but sucking his prick ... She hadn't even done such a thing to Mike, her husband!
She turned on her side and looked at him lying heavily and expectantly on his back. His hand touched her and felt her tenseness. "Look," he said, "Don't ever do anything you don't want to do. But if you're going to do something, then you gotta relax. Relax. Force yourself to relax. Give into it, go along with it. Relax and give in."
His voice was hoarse with desire and she looked at his great glistening prick, lubricated with her cum and cunt juice and her hand reached out and stroked it. Relax, relax, relax! The word echoed through her brain over and over until she began to truly relax and feel something else stirring deep inside her.
Lust. She found her naked body trembling. Again, along with her lust, she felt the wild desire to be humiliated! And the idea of being dominated, humiliated, only added to her growing horniness.
She took deep breaths, one after another, almost sighing out loud as her hand reached for the thick swelling prick of Dan Hoagland, famous actor.