Chapter 4
Their conversation during the brief drive was minimal. Bruce, if that really was his name, was too busy twisting his head back and forth, both watching for a motel and continually surveying and evaluating her body through the clothes she was wearing.
Not that that was an easy task. She didn't have any slutty clothes like Robin, and her pants and shirt weren't particularly revealing, being neither tight, nor transparent. The black pants were for school, and the bright red shirt, though it went very nicely with her brown hair, had been a birthday present from Robin.
Bruce, with growing realization that things were in the bag, began to abandon whatever thin veneer of cool and sophistication he had put on for show at the bar. His face took on a leering, eager look, and as they drove along, he suddenly put his right hand on Brooke's leg and began to slide it up and down.
Brooke didn't much like it but did nothing to dissuade him, since she was, after all, here for sex with a man. She was feeling a few qualms about the guy though, since he was beginning to seem more and more like a male version of the tattooed blonde from the store.
His hand slid between her thighs and squeezed her crotch several times as he laughed enthusiastically.
"Bet you can hardly wait, huh baby?" he grinned.
"Right." she said, unenthusiastically.
"Hey, I don't blame you. The ol' Bruce is a hell of a stud in bed, lemme' tell you. You won't regret it. I wish all the chicks were like you, save a helluva lot of time if they'd all just come up and speak their minds."
"Uh, huh."
"Don't get me wrong, sometimes I like the chase, but it's the catch that's the fun part. Nothing like a good fuckin' to clear your sinuses. Ha! Ha! Ha!"
What a weasel, she sighed to herself. She just hoped he was good in bed. She didn't want her first fucking to be by an incompetent. Bad enough it was by a dork.
His hand slid off her crotch and up onto her chest, cupping and squeezing her breasts, then slid back down, the fingers sliding under the waistband and pushing into her pants. He snickered in delight as his big paw felt her pussy hair through the thin, lacy panties she had worn.
They twisted under the little triangle and rubbed against her bare pussy, twisting her cunt hairs painfully, before scraping up an down her slit. He twisted his hand around inside her pants, forcing her panties aside as he forced a hard finger into her cunt box.
She repressed a hiss of annoyance, fighting off her condescension and snobbery, trying to abandon herself to her own body's sensuous pleasures. She took deep breaths, convincing herself to ignore the indignity, for after all, indignity was the female's place during sex.
His finger had squirmed up into her cunt hole and was slowly pumping in and out. Her cunt was moist and his finger was rasping across her clitty, whether by deliberate aim or because of the angle, so the feeling was becoming quite pleasant.
"Like that babe? Yeah. I can tell you do. Hot little slut, ain't you?" he taunted. "There's one!" he yelled, turning the wheel hard over and squealing the tires as he pulled off the road and into the drive of a tiny, grubby looking motel.
"Isn't there someplace better than this?" Brooke demanded, sitting up and looking around in disgust.
"Hey, I ain't payin' for the Hilton, baby. This'll have a bed and four walls." He got out and went into the little office. She saw him talking with the guy behind the counter, laughing about something. They both turned to look at her, and she figured it was her being discussed.
He probably thought she was a cheap whore for coming on to him like that. That embarrassed her somewhat, but she'd expected it. She was sacrificing respect for anonymity. Better to have a complete stranger think the worst of her than some guy she saw ever day.
He came back and got into the car, then pulled along and stopped and parked alongside the row of doors and windows. He got out and she followed as he unlocked number eighteen and held it wide for her. He waved his arm gallantly as she passed him and went inside.
The place had a big double bed, a television and not much else. There was a table in a corner, with a couple of chairs, and a bathroom on the other end. The paint was peeling in several places and there was a big chunk of plaster missing from the wall over the bed. There were also stains on the rug.
She looked upward and saw that there was a big mirror on the roof over the bed. She'd heard of those things but never dreamed she'd actually see one.
Bruce closed the door and came into the room. Then he was pressed against her back, his loins rubbing against her buttocks. She could feel a hardness there, an obvious erection. Even through their pants, the feel of it sent a burst of heat into her belly.
His big arms came around her and cupped her breasts roughly, then squeezed them, fingers digging into the flesh as his face pressed against her. His lips nuzzled at the nape of her neck and he kissed her, nibbling lightly. Then his right hand slid off her tit and rubbed against her belly, before undoing the catch on her pants, unzipping them and shoving them downwards.
The loose pants slid down her legs to pool at her feet as Bruce's hand cupped her mound through the little panties. He continued to kiss and lick the side of her neck as his right hand slipped back upwards, undoing her buttons one by one.
Then he pulled her shirt open and back off her. She stepped out of the pants, kicking off her shoes as well. She was naked, save for the tiny lace bikini panties and the little lace half-bra. Bruce squeezed her breasts again, then turned her roughly around and kissed her on the lips, his mouth open and urgent.
His left hand cupped and fondled her right breast as his right slid down her back and into her panties, rubbing and kneading the firm rounded flesh of her buttocks. His hand crushed her little ass cheeks.
His lips slid over her face, kissing her cheeks and forehead. He fooled with her bra, then cursed and tore it open.
"Hey." she complained. He ignored her and lowered his mouth with a sigh of pleasure, fastening his lips around her left nipple. He sucked hard, his tongue working avidly at the little pink bud.
Brooke was feeling more and more excited, her own intense exhilaration at the lewdness and sluttiness of her actions now combining with sensations of sexual delight being brought out of her sensitive body. As crude as Bruce might be, his hands seemed to know what they were doing: Certainly, his mouth did.
Her breast felt like it was being devoured. She groaned and closed her eyes, shuddering in pleasure as his mouth worked over her nipple and the surrounding tit flesh. He was hurting her breasts with his hard squeezing fingers, but she didn't complain. He sucked deeply, his tongue fluttering around her nipple and skin as his lips opened and closed. His teeth lightly ground against the nipple.
His right hand was cupping her tit, mashing the flesh together and bulging it outward for his mouth to chew and suck. Her skin was taut, both with her own excitement and the pressure from his fingers, and her nipple was as hard as she'd ever known it to be.
His left hand was sliding up and down the crack of her ass, rubbing the cleavage between her soft buttocks and sliding downwards to their base to rub across her pussy mound. Then he thrust a finger up into her quim, wiggling it around inside her as he shifted his mouth onto her other tit, sucking in her other nipple.
She looked down, dizzily, seeing her left breast so big and round and hard, the nipple deep red and fully erect, glistening with the moistness of his mouth's juices. His fingers were still opening and closing against the underside of it, mashing its round form, distorting it, twisting and squashing it.
He flung her on her back on the bed, pulling his own sweater up and off in a single motion, tossing it on the floor. She stared up at him, breathless, as he ripped open his belt and pants and shoved them and his underwear down in a single motion, bending to kick them off.
He stood up naked, his big, bulging organ bouncing up and down from his movement. It was red and purple, angry looking, and it was pointed right at Brooke. She swallowed nervously, her excitement and apprehension peaking as she beheld the big, raw, wet looking male organ that would soon be rucking into her most private, most sensitive place.
He jumped into bed and flopped down on his side, next to her, his right hand immediately dropping onto her belly, then sliding down to cup her crotch through the little panties. His left slid under her head, gripping her hair, pulling it hard enough to make her cry out as he turned her head towards him. Then his lips crushed down against hers.
She returned the kiss, tentatively at first, then with growing passion, her hands pressed against his chest. He jerked the thin string of her panties down her hips and she raised her ass and legs to let him slide them off. Then she spread her legs as his hand returned to her moist, heated crotch.
He palmed her cunt mound, squeezing lightly, then began to rub his fingers up and down the narrow cleft, sawing away at her clitty their tongues slid and rasped together. She followed his tongue with her own, rubbing against it as it circled around her mouth, then following it as it retreated into his mouth.
He shifted his weight, pressing her back onto the bed, half laying atop her as he pawed and caressed her soft flesh.
"What, a hot little piece you are." he groaned, his hand roaming up and down her silky body, snaking beneath her to cup her buttocks, then moving around and back up to her breasts. He lowered his lips to her right nipple, sucking at it once again as his right knee moved between her thighs and began to grind and mash against her crotch.
His crinkly pubic hair and hard, bulging erection pressed against her thigh as he rubbed himself against her. She sighed in passion, noting the heat of his organ against her flesh, how different it felt from the rubber cock the blonde had used.
Her cunt lips were dilated slightly, shimmering wet and hot as his hand roamed across them. Then she gave a low moan of pleasure as his hand returned and a finger thrust up into her. He began to fuck her with his digit, steadily rubbing it in and out across her clitty while his mouth worked on her breast meat.
She murmured joyfully, feeling her cunt twitch and quiver under his constant ministrations. She closed her eyes, laying back and letting the sensations flow into her. His mouth transferred from her nipple to her mouth, which already gaped open. Again, she returned the kiss, their tongues jousting together as her ass began to grind into the bed.
She humped slowly upwards in time to his constant finger fucks, her right leg was pressed into his, but her left stretched wide as she sought to open herself more fully to his pumping finger. He added a second, sliding them in and out of her sopping cunt box as she humped up against them.
She felt filthy, despite her excitement. He was masturbating her! Of all the disgusting, embarrassing things... She couldn't stop him though, couldn't resist as his fingers continued to pump inside her wet cunt.
Her heart pounded with excitement, a loud hammering that she thought he must surely hear. Her belly fluttered and her feet and toes twitched and jerked. She was feeling a hot growing buzz between her legs, a blissful sensation that sent a kind of desperate, crazed lust into her soul.
He rolled over, fully atop her. Her legs spread around him and she felt his cock against her crotch and lower belly. She reached down for him but he knocked her hands away, grabbing it in his own hand, centering it against her hot, pulsing cunt clef.
Then he pushed forward and the head of his prick made contact with her hole. Brooke groaned in pleasure as it slid into her, the fat, bulging head forcing her cuntlips open as it thrust violently down into her quim.
She brought her arms around him but he knocked them away with a curse, then he reached for something she didn't see. He brought a long piece of leather out of somewhere and wrapped it tightly around her wrists, tying them together as he grinned down at her.
She looked at them in confusion, trying to pull her hands away, but they were already firmly locked together. He shoved her arms back above her head and tied the strip of leather to the bedpost.
Brooke jerked feebly, wonderingly, trying to move her hands, but the leather was very strong and very tight. Bruce began to fuck her then, pounding his prick into her crotch hole.
He brought up his right hand, forcing his two fingers into her mouth.
"Suck them, whore. Suck your own cunt juice!" he sneered.
He pumped them in and out and she closed her lips and sucked, tasting, she realized with astonished delight, her own fuck juices. He pumped the fingers back and forth in her mouth as she suckled joyfully.
Then his cock shoved forward, into a tight, but clear and well lubricated tunnel, moving into her with one smooth, hard, unerring thrust that filled her to the brim. She groaned loudly, feeling the fullness of the penis as it embedded itself inside her crotch tunnel.
She felt its soft head pressing against the deepest part of her cunt, up near her cervix, and felt her body give a violent shudder, a prelude to orgasmic release. Just as her body began to shake, she noted how different, how much better, more natural, how much softer and warmer this cock was to the fake rubber one.
Then she arched her back with such pressure she threw him upwards. He supported himself on his elbows on the bed as her chest bowed and her head twisted under her, her round breasts pushing up and apart, two perfect symmetrical mounds of lovely white silky skin.
Her cunt spasmed and sucked and squeezed on his prong as he humped rapidly in and out, rasping his cock against her clitty as she came with a furious release of tension and energy. She grunted and moaned and sighed, cursing and muttering unintelligible words as her body bounced and shook through a deep, long climax.
Then she flopped back onto the bed, her legs sprawled open, spread-eagled and unmoving. Bruce settled back onto her, his weight coming down onto her heaving chest as he kissed her deeply. She had little strength to return it, lying there tiredly.
He began to pump into her again, this time using fast, grinding movements, his body sliding up and down hers, stroking its hairy length against her soft belly and breasts. His fuck meat rode back and forth in her tunnel, rasping across her clitty as his mouth shifted from her throat to her lips to her cheeks to her ears.
His hands were stroking her hair, tangling and twisting the shimmering brown folds around his fingers as he ran his cock into her. She grunted and whined each time he pulled her hair back, and his eyes gleamed in response. She felt the heat in her body re-ignite, though it had never fully diminished. She was aware of every inch of cockmeat in her cunt each time it rode into her and then slid back out.
She gazed upward, seeing their image in the minor above the bed. Her body was spread-eagled beneath his, the torso covered, her arms locked together above her head. His body was firm and rigid, his ass rising and falling as he drove his prong down into her. Her blood surged at the picture.
His body was a warm, hard weight atop her own hot flesh. She looked again up at the mirror, then her legs came up and encircled him and she began to hump back up at his cock.
He bit into her cheeks, his tongue lapping at her like a dog. His movements became faster, his strokes deeper, more forceful. She grunted, humping back at him, her body trembling and shaking with orgasmic fever. Then he reached back and grabbed her legs, pulling them back, shoving them against her chest.
Her cunt was fully open and she gazed down dazedly, seeing her own cleft and the hard red cock pumping in and out. A tremendous heat blasted through her mind as she looked down at the pumping cock entering her body. He pushed back hard on her legs, bending her nearly in two as he raised himself up and began to fuck in earnest.
His cock pounded down her cunt hole, his hips slapping hard into her buttocks as he drove the purplish knob up and down her tunnel. She mewled in happiness, the degradation of her position only adding to her excitement and exhilaration.
He came, his lips pulled back into a grimace and his cock pistoning into her fuck hole. She groaned in empathy and felt a burst of triumph as he trembled and shook and pounded his cock into her. Then she came as well, knowing his cock was spitting his seeds deep inside her belly.
Her cunt spasmed and twisted, sucking down his juice as she cried out in delirious pleasure and rocked back up against his plunging fuck-prong.
"Uhngh! UNghh! Unghh! Unnnghhhh! Fuuuckk! Ooohhhh! Godddd! Goouhoouh-hhhoodddddddd!" she groaned, her body thrashing and writhing beneath him as electric sexual release crackled up and down her spine.
They lay back tiredly, recovering. His hand stroked the soft heat of her belly.
"You're a good little fuck, babe." he sighed, shoving the hair back out of her forehead. He leaned over and kissed her, the kiss hard and bruising. "Now you're gonna suck me up so I can give it to you again."
"uhh... huh... what?" she murmured, her eyes opening and closing tiredly.
"Suck my cock. Those pretty lips of yours'll have it hard in no time." He undid the leather cord from around her wrists and helped her into an upright position. Then, to her surprise, he twisted her around onto her belly and pulled her arms up behind her.
"Wha... what are you doing?"
"Just hold it a minute, pussy... there." He bound her wrists together again, this time behind her back. She pulled worriedly at them, trying to pull free.
"Untie me!" she demanded, starting to worry that he might be some kind of dangerous psycho.
"When I'm good and ready." he grinned. He gripped her hair, pulling her up off her belly as she squealed in pain, then pulled her around off the bed and pushed her to her knees on the floor.
"Now this is the perfect position for a woman to be in." he taunted. "On her knees, with her hands tied, and her mouth full of cock. Suck mine off, sweet cheeks." He pulled her forward by the hair and mashed her face against his soft cock.
She felt degraded and cheap as her face rubbed back and forth against his crotch, but a harsh, blistering hot excitement stabbed into her cunt. To be little more than a sex toy, to a virtual sex slave! What an incredible erotic scene!
She stared at the thing, now flaccid and ugly. She reached forward and touched it with her lips, almost recoiling, but instead bringing her lips forward. She opened her mouth and took his cockhead and a bit of the shaft inside, then, closing her eyes in disgust, closed her lips and began to suck.
She sucked like it was a straw, then changed to a popsicle, sliding her lips up and down the thing, sucking it inside her where it curled up against her cheeks. She began to stroke her tongue along the thing, working it up and down the length as she ground her mouth down on it.
She tasted again her own juices, which coated his cock, as well as his sperm, finding the combined taste to be rather pleasant. She slid her tightly clamped lips backwards, letting the thing slowly pull back out of her mouth, stretching it out straight as she sucked on the head.
She thought she detected a hardening, but wasn't yet sure. She continued sucking, working her tongue around the shaft then down around his balls as well. Now she knew it was hardening and knew victory, and anticipation. She wanted this thing hard for her, wanted it inside her again.
She began to bob her lips back and forth on the glistening length of fuck meat, wondering excitedly, whether she looked like those slutty girls she'd seen in porno movies. She continued to bob up and down, her tongue diving and sliding around and around the nearly erect prick.
His hands came down and pressed against her head, pushing her downwards. He grabbed a thick chunk of her hair and used it to pull and jerk her head around on his prong. She thought briefly, partly angry, partly excited, about how demeaning this was for her, but then shook off the thought, breaking free, pulling her lips off his now erect cock and trying to crawl upwards over his body.
He growled and pulled on her hair, grabbing her under one arm and jerking her upwards along his body until she was over his hips. She straddled his hips as he grabbed his cock, pulling it upwards, holding it erect beneath her as she slowly sank her cunt back down onto it. She all but squealed in delight as she sat down on the thick organ, taking it fully into her cunt crack and feeling it slide up into her belly.
She sat down on it, her legs were bent, her knees pressing into the bed to either side of his body. But she supported all her weight on her ass, letting the cock push up into her as deep as it could go. She sat there unmoving for long moments, revelling in the feeling of the full, deep penetration, constantly pulling at the leather binding her wrists, as if the mere fact of her being bound excused her lewd conduct and allowed her to fully enjoy the eroticism of the moment.
Bruce's hands came up and cupped her breasts and she arched her back, pushing them against his hands as her head rolled slowly and she ground herself against his belly. Then she came again, her body shaking and quivering in delight, her cunt rubbing furiously against his belly as she twisted the big cock around inside her guts.
She dropped forward then, her lips seeking his, then began to hump her ass up and down on the steely prick, her body quaking with excitement, with sexual release and fulfilment at the same time as a new and bigger climax built within her.
She rolled and rocked her ass and crotch up and down on his penis, amazed at the pleasure shooting into her each time she slid her throbbing, pulsing cunt sheath up or down on the hard, wet, knobby rod.
Then Bruce began to hump up into her, doubling the force as his cock thrust deeply into with each stroke. She grunted and moaned, her hands roaming excitedly through his hair as their lips mashed and moved together.
His hands came down and cupped her buttocks, squeezing the flesh and riding up and down on them as she rocked atop him. She stopped rocking, kneeling forward as she mashed her breasts against his chest and ground the nipples against him.
Bruce continued to thrust upward though, sending his hard fuck- meat skewering up into her twat with hard pumping movements. Then she started rocking again, slapping her ass down to meet his upward thrusts, taking the hard cockhead against her cervix, feeling a jolt of pleasure with each impact.
She thought she could hear, could sense through her bones, a kind of dull thumping noise each time his hard cockhead drove against her cervix, and grunted in delight, her mind spinning with lust and desire as she rocked and humped and bounced atop him.
She came again, her body jerking and thrashing wildly, her ass bouncing and bucking on his cock, her mouth open and wailing in pleasure as a deep bursting flower of fiery ecstasy spread out through her body.
Again he came, sending his seeds spitting upwards into her spasming sucking belly, feeling her drain off his every white wad as his own body stiffened and shook. He bucked violently upward, instinctively pounding his cock into her crotch with as much force as he could.
They slowly relaxed, Brooke draped over his body, his arms around her. They hardly moved for a long minute, his cock softening inside her velvet glove. Then he rolled her over and off, slowly sitting up and yawning in tiredness.
"I gotta be getting home." he growled. He looked at her bound body with a sneering grin. "Maybe I ought to just put you in the trunk and take you with me." She quavered slightly, knowing he was joking, but knowing also that it was a true desire, that if he could do such a thing, he would.
Instead he turned her on her belly and untied her, taking the leather with him.
"We'll meet again, baby, you and me, an' then we'll have more time for fun."
He began donning his clothes. He didn't speak again until he was dressed, then he gave her a mock salute said bye, leaving. She lay back tiredly, pondering what had just happened.
She'd obviously liked it, so she guessed she wasn't a homosexual. But she'd liked the thing with the blonde woman too. And as she thought about Robin's naked body, she still found it attractive and... well... exciting. What was she then, bisexual?
That wouldn't be so bad, would it? But was sex always as impersonal as this? In a way that was good. She didn't want to get personal with either Bruce or the blonde, but she wouldn't mind a little cuddling and kissing and soft nuzzling either. She wouldn't mind doing it with someone she cared about too.
She didn't feel as cheap as she thought she would. Actually, that was wrong. She did feel cheap, extremely cheap and slutty, but she didn't feel bad about that. In fact, she kind of found it exciting. Imagine, her, Brooke Price, picking up a complete stranger and taking him to a cheap run down motel, then fucking the socks off him!
Her friends, her family, even her acquaintances, would never believe it. She hardly believed it herself. She gazed up at her own naked image, then ran her hands up and down her body, watching her double emulate her. She slid her right hand down into her crotch, feeling the heat and wetness there.
Her entire crotch and much of her buttocks and ass crack were wet with sweat and fuck juice, both hers and his. She slid a finger into her cunt, rubbing it in and out against her clitty, watching her image in the mirror as her body heated up.
God, she was a whore! She was a dirty little nympho! She groaned out loud, uncaring about what she was, delighting in the warm pleasure flowing up into her from the moist, overheated furnace between her thighs. She pumped her fingers in and out and arched her back again, convulsing in orgasmic pleasure, her eyes fighting to stay open for the sole purpose of watching herself cum.
The image excited her even more than her finger, prolonging the cum, adding fuel to the fire even as it was consumed. She bounced her ass up and down, imaging others watching her, imaging a crowd gathered, watching her cumming, watching her masturbating, a crowd sitting up above, watching through the mirror.
She cried out in bliss, her body rocking from side to side as she furiously fucked three fingers into her sopping gash and diddled her clitty. She thrashed and writhed on the bed, rolling onto her belly, then rolling again onto her back.
She gave a final shudder and lay still, her eyes closed.